#im obsessed with this jewellery set

[mugtoast]

thirteen wonders 🀄️

#sims 4 #ts4 #the sims 4 #simblr #ts4 simblr #ts4 portrait #sims 4 cas #mtcas #my sims #im obsessed with this jewellery set #i cant stop using it

[amethyst-silk]

This is so dirty but i literally am going crazy thinking ab it. Pleasee can you write one where fem reader is at Peters house and things are getting spicy but she gets a call from her dad so she answers (but in this scenario Peters a bad boy and her dad doesnt like her hanging out him) and Peter can hear her dad warning her ab him so he like eats her out or something spicy while she’s on the phone so she cant make any noises or anything. Ahhhh im so sorry this is filthy 😳🫣🥴

i’ve been gone for so long i feel so bad :( will i get back into this blog more frequently? who knows, but here are some crumbs

- peter kinda loves the fact that your dad can’t stand him

- he thinks he’s winning, in a sense

- and every chance he gets he’s reminding your dad that you chose him

- it’s never anything super in his face, but the subtle things

- an arm around you when he’s over for a holiday, his hand on your thigh when you’re out for dinner, the jewellery from him you wear

- he sees it like he’s scoring in a sports match

- while he’ll do most anything to piss off your dad, he had one rule

- he would never talk to your father about the intimate moments shared between you

- he felt like without this then it was like you were just a prize to be won, which was not the case

- peter parker was in love with you. simply obsessed. infatuated. you were his world

- it was no suprise to you that peter was a very generous lover

- he always made sure that you were satisfied before he even thought about himself

- this made teasing you a whole lot more fun for him

- he loved to take his time with you, hearing you beg and whimper for him

- while he was skilled with his fingers, he was merciless with his tongue

- he'd have you shaking within a few seconds, and he'd keep coming back for more

- peter was normally quite devious in bed, but when you had gotten a phone call from your dad during the middle of an intimate moment, peter was practically the devil

- your underwear was off by this point, as well as his shirt

- you told peter that you needed to take the call because your father told you there was something important you needed to discuss

- peter told you that it could wait, but you insisted you take the call

- peter left the room with no fuss, you assumed to give you some quiet

- not 45 seconds later, he returned with something in his hands

- ropes

- peter parker had brought two ropes into your bedroom while you were on a call with your dad

- you figured that he was doing it to tease you and give you shit for interrupting the two of you

- you were wrong

- as soon as he reached the bed, he began to work on tying each of your ankles to the bottom of your bedpost, spread your legs

- heat immediately rushed to your abdomen at the action, and you started to stammer your words on the phone

- peter smirked to himself and took off his pants, now fully naked

- he walked around to your nightstand at the side of your bed, overhearing your dad talking about something trivial

- he reached in your drawer and pulled out a small plastic bottle

- of lube

- peter parker just grabbed lube out of your bedside drawer while you were on the phone with your father and your underwear was nowhere in sight

- it became harder and harder to keep up the conversation while you became aroused at peters every move

- peter took the small bottle and poured a good amount on his chest

- this confused you, resulting in you spacing out from your call completely, only to have your dad bring you back a couple of seconds later

- why did he just put lube on his chest

- it was only after that you would understand why

- peter set the lube on your night stand and watched it slowly run down to his stomach, then pelvis

- he started to rub the lube down, starting up at his chest, following the trail of lube sensually down his body until he had enough on his cock to start pumping it with his fist

- the action had you speechless, your mouth was agape

- that was single-handedly the sexiest thing that you had ever witness and you couldn’t even react to it properly because you were still on the phone with your father

- you could no longer comprehend any thought that came to mind that pertained to your phone call

- all you could think about was peter stroking himself i front of you

- you began to tune everything out, starting with your dad on the other line

- you contributed to watch peter, mesmerized and he continued his relentless work on his cock

- you could tel that he was getting close, so you started to try and wrap the call up with your dad

- if anyone was gonna make peter come, it was gonna be you

- as you began with your “well it was nice talking to you” and “we should grab lunch sometime,” peter caught you off guard

- you didn’t know how he could get even sexier, but he managed to do so

- peter groaned loud enough for just you to hear as he came all over your chest, milking everything he had onto your skin

- once everything was out, he rubbed the tip in his cum, spreading it around

- a very audible moan escaped from your mouth

- your cheeks reddened instantly as you rushed to hang up on your dad

- “alright good talk thank you dad i’ll see you sometime love you bye”

- as soon as you hung up the phone, peters hand was immediately around your neck

- there was no pressure, but he liked the authority he had as his hand acted as a necklace

- “i didn’t say to hang up”

- you were shocked. what the fuck

- “but i. you just came all over me, you expect me to not hang up?”

- he removed his hand from your neck and stopped rubbing himself on your chest

- “call him back”

- “what?!”

- “i said, call him back. or else i’ll stop”

- you didn’t really know what he was doing, but you knew you didn’t want him to stop so you listens to peter and called your dad back

- he seemed confused that you would be willing to talk again after hanging up so abruptly, but he continued the conversation like there wasn’t a single beat that skipped

- what felt like forever passed while your dad talked your ear off

- you were practically shivering with anticipation the whole time, waiting for peter to do something

- eventually, you had become more focused on your conversation than with peter, trying to ignore the dull ache in your core

- suddenly you felt a finger gently graze your unclothed slit

- it took everything in you not to let out a moan, even at the light touch

- peter had a dark grin on his face, he extracted the exact reaction he wanted out of you

- and that’s what he did for the next 30 minutes you were on call with your father

- the teasing was relentless, almost unbearable

- peter had you dripping on the bedsheets

- your legs were sore from trying to fight against the restraints and you struggled to keep them from shaking

- after that, to your relief, peter finally told you to end the call with your dad

- just as you started to say goodbye, peters tongue gently entered you, and you tried your best to hold back another moan

- he continued licking, toying with your clit every once in a while, and you found it almost impossible to form a coherent thought

- the most you could make out was a “bye” before you pressed the button to end the call with your dad

- “if you thought that call was long, just wait for what i’m about to do to you now”

- you were in for a long night

#andrew garfield #spiderman #asks #peter parker #asks open #spider man smut #peter parker smut #andrew garfield smut #tom holland #tom holland smut

[crescent-witch]

Repaying Debts

pairings: biker!natasha x fem!reader

summary: Natasha has always kept her distance, until a certain club member goes too far with you

warnings: soft!dark!natasha, dub-con, possessiveness, jealousy, obsessive/stalker-ish behaviour, kinda rough sex, fingering, throat fucking, non-con tattooing/branding, branding, semi-public sex, mentions of exhibitionism | MINORS DNI

word count: 3.2k

a/n: im sorry, this is my first fic in over three months and it’s absolutely trash 😭 I had exams April/May and was recovering mentally in June

The club was already sweltering hot with the summer sun, every surface hot to the touch. The glass of vodka and coke you had been sipping on in between making drinks had long since went flat and warm, and you were red in the face.

Despite the growing heat, groups of leather clad members of the biker gang who had claimed the club as theirs sat in tight groups, huddled around small tables, having conversations so loud they all bled together.

The clubhouse was hardly a nice place, and you couldn’t imagine why anyone would voluntarily work there. You had no choice. College was expensive, and unfortunately for you, you had borrowed money from the gang that you had come up short of paying back. So there you were, working off your debt to the bikers in the form of serving drinks in the dimly lit hangout.

Your adorably soft summer dress and timid demeanour set you apart from the gang you were indebted to, however the contrast between you and those you worked for wasn’t what set you on edge. It was the pair of eyes tracing your every move from the corner of the room that had you forcing yourself to not even take a glance in that direction, green eyes darkening the more you ignored her.

Natasha Romanoff had all but branded you when you stepped into the club for the first time. Almost every member of the gang knew it, and those who didn’t soon found out when she inevitably pressed a gun to their head after flirting with you. Some walked away with a warning. Many fell to the ground with a bullet in their skull.

Even outside the walls of the dingy club, you were never safe from Natasha’s watchful eye. She never made an appearance, you never saw her outside of the club, but there were little signs which made it hard to deny that the redhead was watching you. Little dresses and pieces of jewellery you had been eyeing in a shop window often made an appearance at your doorstep the next day. Little cards with silly little hearts and messages were taped to your window, stuck to your windshield, slipped under your door. And the people who got a little bit too comfortable with you, got a little too close, were always dead on the news the next week, no matter how far away from the clubhouse you were when they chatted with you.

The entire club felt like it was compressing you. The heat, noise, and piercing eyes following you around the bar almost had you gasping for breathe. Everything felt too much, as if you could feel everything of the place you were in.

You manoeuvred your way around the side of the bar, heading towards the service entrance at the back of the club, sweat collecting along your hairline as your lungs begged for air that wasn’t tainted with the smell of beer or leather.

Your hand was about to reach for the handle as you approached the heavy door when suddenly a hand was gripping your waist, tugging you back from the outside world.

You spun around, expecting to be met with emerald green eyes, and you almost jumped in shock when stormy, hazel eyes met yours instead.

Carol Danvers was smiling down at your with an almost predatory grin, her hand still tight on your hip. “Where are you running off to, doll?” The tall blonde asked you, moving her body closer to yours under the guise of being heard above the crowd.

“Just need some fresh air,” you shrugged, attempting to inch closer to the door without moving too far away from Carol. You knew the woman was quick to anger, her temper only matched by Natasha’s.

“I think you just need a break from working,” Carol suggested. “Come dance with me.”

You were taken aback by her boldness. Carol had been in the gang long before you began paying back your debt, and she knew about Natasha’s possessiveness over you just as well as anyone.

But, nevertheless, you didn’t want to meet the fury of the blonde, so you allowed her hand to move from your waist to your hand and lead you towards the dance floor.

Carol’s hands clutched onto you as soon as you stepped onto the almost vacant dance floor, pulling your back flush against her as she ground her crotch into your ass, dominant hands running up and down your body.

The atmosphere in the room was practically suffocating you. You could feel her envious stare from the corner in which she was still sat in, but Carol had you positioned so you couldn’t face her, yet you could still feel her eyes drilling holes into you.

Carol wasn’t a complete idiot, she could sense the cold possession and jealousy seeping from the redhead, but her hands continued to roam your body, slowly running up and down your stomach and rising closer to your breasts by the second.

You didn’t even hear her approaching you over the noise of the club, just a flash of red hair before a hand gripped your forearm and you were being spun out of Carol’s grasp.

“Danvers,” Natasha sneered at Carol, her voice cutting through the tension in the air as she pushed you behind her slightly and the club suddenly fell silent, everyone watching the event unfolding in front of them. Carol glared at the her as she yanked you away from her. “You’re touching my property.”

“Oh come on, Romanoff,” Carol drawled, an arrogant smirk spreading across her face at Natasha’s clear annoyance. “I was just entertaining the sweet girl.”

Natasha’s whole body tensed as Carol continued to stare at you with a look that made Natasha want to shoot her.

“Nat, are you okay?” Steve, another club member asked, noticing the signs of Natasha’s violent behaviour.

“Yeah Nat, you ought to chill out.”

You were barely pushed out of the way before Natasha’s fist connected with Carol’s nose, a sickening crack ringing out as Carol’s head snapped backwards, and she was suddenly clutching her nose in agony.

“Hill,” Steve nodded Maria Hill over, who was silently chuckling at the situation, “why don’t you go and help Danvers patch up?”

You didn’t even have time to react to the situation before a cold hand was wrapped around your wrist, the temperature in contrast to your hot skin, and you were being dragged away from Carol, who was yelling slurred profanities at Natasha.

Natasha swung the door to the dingy bathroom at the back of the club open, pulling you along behind her. Before the bathroom door was even closed your stomach was pressed against the cold marble of the countertop, cooled by the buzzing air conditioner on the wall opposite, trapped against it by Natasha’s hard muscles and hot touch. Natasha’s eyes met yours in the mirror, and you were shocked to see her pupils constricted, her eyes mostly green and jealousy swirling within them.

“You’re so sweet,” Natasha murmured into you as she pressed her face into your neck, her lips grazing the skin there, “so breakable. Just for me, hm? Danvers is never gonna see you like this.”

You pressed the palms of your hands against the countertop, trying to do something, anything to distract yourself from Natasha’s hands exploring your skin, occasionally groping your breast or skimming your thigh as her mouth continued to attack your neck.

“Come on detka, I asked you a question,” Natasha encouraged you with false sweetness, her hands roughly grabbing at you being the only sign of her patience wearing thin. “You’re never gonna let her see you like this, are you? So delicate and just begging to be fucked.”

You shook your head as best you could with Natasha still nestled in the crook of your neck, but the harsh slap to your thigh indicated that she wasn’t happy with your non-verbal answer.

“No,” you choked out, Natasha’s ministrations clouding over your brain and making it hard to think. “She won’t see me like this, I swear.”

“Good girl,” Natasha practically purred, and the praise nearly had you sighing as you melted into her. Her touches became gentle and for a moment you were able you were able to forget your situation. Forget that you were letting the formidable biker grope your body while you hung on to the countertop for dear life, and she had barely even started to touch you.

“I wish I could show you off, show that bitch who you belong to,” Natasha growled, removing her head from your neck in favour of looking you in the eyes. “But I want out first time to be special, pretty girl. I want it to be just the two of us.” You nodded in agreement, choosing to ignore the fact that the only thing separating you and Natasha from the rest of the club was the bathroom door.

“I’m going to have to show you off at some point though, detka. You’re too pretty not to. Maybe tie you up and have you on display,” the thought made you shiver. With disgust or arousal, you weren’t sure. “Wanda’s been wanting to see your pretty tits for so long,” she accentuated her point by tugging the straps of your dress down, her thumbs immediately finding your bare nipples as the dress fell to your waist, the back of the dress having been too low for you to wear a bra. “And Valkyrie’s been itching to get her hands on your lovely skin,” the mention of the buff biker sent a rush down your spine. You knew Valkyrie wasn’t her real name (her birth name was something like Brunnhilde, at least that’s what you had heard some others say). Despite being one of Natasha’s closest friends, you often found her looking you up and down. And, to your surprise, Natasha allowed it.

“For now it’ll just be us,” Natasha told you, tugging your dress down all the way, and you pouted slightly when you heard it lightly land on the floor that was more than likely covered in millions of bacteria.

The thoughts of your probably now ruined dress quickly left your mind however, when Natasha cupped you over your underwear, and you realised you were stood in the bathroom in nothing except your thin cotton panties and the tennis shoes who had worn that day. It was then that you started praying to every god you could think of that nobody would suddenly need to pee.

“I can feel you through your panties,” Natasha told you, almost mockingly, as a finger began tracing along your covered slit and the small wet patch on your underwear began to grow embarrassingly quickly.

Quiet whines left your mouth as Natasha continued to tease you, the cotton rubbing against your pussy just barely giving you a taste of what you needed.

“Aww, is my girl getting all needy and worked up?” Natasha cooed as you began to rock your hips against her, any hesitance you had before quickly wiped away as you felt your thoughts turning to only those of Natasha and the ways you wanted her to touch you.

“Please,” you whimpered, your resolve breaking down as Natasha dipped her hand into your underwear and ran her fingers through your folds, collecting your slick on her fingers.

You whined loudly, an obvious complaint, when Natasha withdrew her hand from your panties, inspecting her now wet fingers in front of you, as if she was showing you how easy it was for her to get you to break.

“You need my fingers, princess?“ She asked, ignoring your pitiful whines and nodding and instead pressed her fingers, still covered in your juices, to your lips.

“Clean me off and if you’re a good girl I’ll fuck you, okay?”

You nodded, groaning around her fingers as they were shoved into your mouth. Natasha smirked as you wrapped your lips around her digits and began sucking, coating them in your saliva. She pushed she fingers back until she elicited gagging sounds from your mouth and your eyes were watering.

“As soon as I get you into my bed, I’m gonna have you suck my strap instead,” Natasha whispered in your ear, her breath tickling your ear and her words filling your mind with lewd thoughts of Natasha forcing you to your knees and pushing her faux cock past your lips, uncaring whether you gag or drool as she fucks your throat.

The image in your mind of her standing above you, wearing a spit-covered strap and stroking your cheek almost made you whimper out loud when Natasha suddenly withdrew her fingers from your mouth, causing you to whine pathetically and chase her fingers.

“You got lost in the clouds there, baby,” Natasha pouted, lowering her hand and trialing her fingers across your inner thigh, tugging your panties down until they joined your dress, discarded below you. “Did the thought of my strap distract my dumb girl? I need you to focus on me, detka. Can you do that for me?”

You nodded, eager to have Natasha’s fingers grazing the back of your throat again, but you frowned when her hand stayed on your thigh, and quickly bit your lip to stifle a moan when two of her digits suddenly entered your pussy.

Natasha hummed in appreciation as your walls tightened around her fingers and you let out a breathy moan, her fingers stilling inside you after the initial thrust. You whined in frustration after a moment, rocking your hips against her hand.

“Whiny baby. You want me to move them?” Natasha asked, pouting in mock sympathy when you whimpered at a twitch of her fingers inside of your cunt.

“Please, please move them,” You practically whispered as you were flooded with embarrassment. Allowing Natasha to fuck you was one thing, but begging her to was another completely.

“Hmmm,” Natasha contemplated, the anticipation nearly driving you mad before you screamed out in pleasure, Natasha’s fingers driving deep into you until her knuckles brushed against your folds.

“Shhh, just relax for me princess,” Natasha cooed, your whole body tensing as she harshly pumped her fingers in and out of you, ducking your pussy harder than you had ever imagined she’d be able to.

Your screams never ceased, even as Natasha peppered kisses down your neck and shoulder, sucking at your pulse point and making you scream her name. If you weren’t so lost in the feeling of pure Natasha, you’d probably be crying at the fact that the entire club can more than definitely hear your wanton moans and screams from the other side of the door.

Now when her eyes met yours in the mirror as she removed her lips from your neck, the green was barely forming a band around her blown out pupils, her eyes almost entirely black from pleasure and lust.

Natasha’s hand left the marble counter where she had been previously gripping the stone, further trapping you between the counter and herself, to swipe at your clip. The action had you melting against her, your knees almost buckling as you let out loud, unrestrained moans.

“Aww detka, are you close?” Natasha asked as you clenched around her, dripping down her hand with your arousal, and you could feel your stomach tightening as your pleasure grew.

“Mhm,” you nodded, not able to form many more words than that, biting your lip to try and control your sounds that were rapidly growing louder with every thrust of Natasha’s fingers and circle of your clit.

“It’s okay, you can let go for me. Be a good girl and just let it all go.”

The band that had been tightening almost painfully in your stomach finally snapped, your orgasm hitting you as you came hard on Natasha’s fingers. Her hand quickly left your clit, moving to wrap around your waist and hold you against her as you almost flopped to the ground. Sobs wracked your body as your head fell against Natasha’s shoulder and her fingers still pumped lazily inside of you.

“That’s a good girl,” Natasha muttered into your ear as her thrusts slowly came to a stop and she removed her fingers, cum dripping from them as she prodded at your lips once again. “Just one more, baby. Then you’re done, I promise. Then you can sleep.”

With the promise of sleep as your exhaustion from your long shift and Natasha’s fucking caught up to you, you brought Natasha’s fingers into your mouth once again. Although this time she didn’t roughly shove her fingers it the back of your throat, enjoying your gag reflex as you took her. This time she was gentle, her fingers just resting on your tongue as she let you dazedly lick your cum from them, your eyes fluttering closed as you sucked.

Natasha pulled her fingers out once again, and for the final time that night, wiping her fingers on her shirt, uncaring of your saliva and the small remainder of cum on them. You fell into her arms, trying to fight off the tired dog in your mind as Natasha pulled your dress back up your body, leaving your panties on the floor for whoever to find as she manoeuvred out of the bathroom.

Club members not-so-subtly stared as you exited the bathroom. Even if they hadn’t heard your explicit activities from through the door, your disheveled and weary state would have been a dead giveaway.

You expected Natasha to carry you all the way out of the club, perhaps borrowing another members car or waiting until the cold air woke you up enough for you to ride on her bike so she could take you home. Well, not to your home. Her home.

However, it didn’t appear as if she was taking you anywhere as she unceremoniously dropped you on the stray sofa that had been placed in the clubhouse two years prior to try and liven up the place, throwing you an apologetic look when you groaned in pain from the impact, stroking your hair as she sat by your head.

Assuming she had more work to do, you tried your best to make yourself comfortable lying on the worn purple sofa, curling into Natasha as sleep almost overtook you.

You were so close when a faint buzzing had you snapping your eyes open and someone was suddenly gripping your arm, holding it in place.

“What the hell,” you murmured, still drowsy as Bucky, another member and the resident tattoo artist, lowered the machine towards your arm.

“NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!” You screamed, weakly fighting against Bucky as Natasha restrained your other arm, calling Steve over to still your legs and immobilise you.

“No. No, please don’t do this,” you cried as the needle inched towards your arm and Bucky glanced at you, almost with regret.

“It’s alright baby, just relax. It’ll be over soon,” in other circumstances you might have laughed at Natasha practically repeating the same words she had told you not even minutes ago when she was fucking into you, but you were too scared shitless to even speak, the only sound leaving you being a shrieking, pained scream as the needle pierced into your arm and Natasha’s lips landed on your forehead, a tearful “I’m sorry” whispered to you as she listened to your sobs and the beginning lines of ‘Property of Natasha Romanoff’ were tattooed into your arm.

#dark natasha romanoff #biker nat #black widow #natahsa romanoff smut #dark fic #biker au #c: carol #c: natasha #briar writes

[veryberryjelly]

hey 🕺 i love your writing!!! could i please maybe get a chocolate croissant from the whole non-poly harry potter fandom? :)

so, i’m an enfp hufflepuff and i think i really fit the general stereotype for a hufflepuff. i’m very cheerful, sunshine-y if that makes sense, i smile a lot and i think i’m mostly just a happy person. unfortunately i’m also very sensitive and tend to overthink a lot. even though i’m usually quite outgoing and it’s easy for me to meet new people, in some groups of people (usually the most extroverted ones) i kind of shut-down and get all shy and quiet.

as to physical appearance: im medium height, quite slim i think??? my eyes are blue, my hair is dark brown, medium length (like, goes a little under my shoulders), quite wavy and i have kind of dakota johnson-esque bangs which i absolutely love and feel like they’re part of my personality at this point😭 i always dress in very light colours (i literally have no black clothes in my closet), mostly whites and beiges and pinks and i love midi skirts, big sweaters and linen shirts. and i love gold jewellery!!

i think my main hobby is watching movies, i’m obsessed with it, i watched over 200 last year. the other thing i love is writing. my dream career would probably be something like a film journalist! besides that, i like singing, reading (romcoms or just contemporary or memoirs) and listening to music (pop, jazz, r&b). oh and i love travelling!!!!

whats worth mentioning is that i am obsessed with everything love-related. like weddings, hearts, cute dates, romcoms, love songs, i love all this!!😭😭

alright, i wrote a lot, im sorry dskfnsjssfds

thank youuuuu, have a great day!!!

𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

i ship you with...

hermione granger !!!

hermione would be right by your side watching all those movies and would definitely have read the book before hand if there was one.

i can imagine hermione taking you on the cutest dates!!

dates to hogsmeade

setting up a little study date in the library with roses and a few candles

i can see her being absolutely obsessed with your style.

all colours and the midi skirts are absolutely admirable and i think while she dresses more conservative she is completely envious of your outfits & fashion sense.

#🥐 - jelly cafe event #·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 #hermione granger #hermione granger angst #hermione granger fluff #hermione granger x reader #hermione x draco #hermione fanart #hermione x lucius #hermione granger fanart #hermione granger smut #hermione granger x you #hermione granger imagine #harry potter #harry potter headcanon #harry potter movies #harry potter x reader #harry potter fanart #harry potter fandom #harry potter rp #harry potter fanfiction #hp incorrect quotes

[stagefoureddiediaz]

hi hii

i feel like i never actually got back to you. my bad.

thank you for taking your time and answering my asks. and everything made so much more sense when i actually read your costume metas!

like, i know legit nothing about costuming, and i have adhd too, so when i start liking a blog, i tend to hyperfixate and you’ve been so welcoming on that front.

because i’ll come and leave an ask and then just disappear.

but i read all your posts and stalk your blog and i usually just forget to respond or acknowledge how much i appreciate you answering my asks.

anyway —it was so much FUN reading your costuming meta, because it really gives me an appreciation for the nuance of costume in media.

like it’s never really something i’ve thought about before, you know? like costumes can have meaning??? i always just thought they just put the actors in whatever looks good.

but the thought behind every colour and every piece of jewellery and pattern and even set design [Chris’ striped curtains] they’re an absolutely delight to read about.

i’ve always hated the colour orange. despised when people wore it on screen. after reading your metas and the meaning behind oranges and how positive and beautiful a colour is to wear, anytime someone on my screen turn up in orange, i get excited.

i never really liked stripes. now they make me anxious. [thank you for that, by the way]

and jewellery. jewellery annoys me because i’m sensitive and fidgety, so i’ve never really gotten then point. now i look at every piece of jewellery and wonder what it means.

it’s like you’ve infected my BRAIN , Kym.

so thank you for that.

i tend to fall down all sorts of rabbit holes, and i do dabble in writing. but since clothes isn’t something i’ve ever been knowledgeable about, i just stick all my characters in jeans and a t-shirt.

now i can include my nuance in my characters by simply writing more detail into their clothing.

and i love that.

so thank you.

i guess this isn’t much of an ask. just me fawning over you and your beautiful beautiful brain.

im kissing you on the forehead right now.

<3333

GABI!!!!!

The joy this message brought me - you have no idea!!!! you are always so very welcome in my inbox and I'm so sorry its taken me an extraordinary amount of time to respond to this message but I love hearing from you because you always ask interesting questions and raise interesting points. ADHDers unite!!!!

If my insane brain and its obsession with clothing and colour in media has brought someone else joy or taught them something, then I am winning at life because its all I need!!!

Keep being you and I hope you keep enjoying my random waffling about 911 costumes and colour theory!! I'm always here for more insight (especially now the costume team have confirmed that my costume and colour theories are on the money!!) and I'm sorry stripes are now making you even more anxious (they make me twitchy irl as well now because my brain goes straight into 911 disaster incoming mode 😂😂😂)

mwah mwah mwah!!!

#kym answers things #gabi asks #finally getting round to my asks! #gabi says such lovely things to me that I'm blushing #911 on fox #911 fox #911onfox #911 #colour theory #costume theory

[iamcarob]

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[sparklingchim]

addicted; m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2.9k

genre: pwp, established relationship, college!au, richboy!jk

rating: 18+

warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, nipple play, dumbification 😵‍💫, praising, size kink, tummy bulging, dirty talk, hair pulling, oc has bratty tendencies 🤨, name calling; slut, kookie is so handsome, spit kink !! , breeding kink, creampie, choking, googie's chain dangling in oc's face 🤩, slight overstimulation, jewellery kink? if that exists, cum play

summary: your boyfie jungkook fucking you silly.

a/n: im ovulating. that's my excuse.

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"Kinda want you inside me right now."

You look up at Jungkook, who's totally caught up in the movie playing on the laptop between your bodies.

It's a quiet Tuesday evening. Jungkook had come to your dorm just an hour ago, after doing his workout in the gym.

You had been waiting for him all evening along. You're alone in your dorm, Nayeon, your roommate, is spending her day at her boyfriend's place. It's been a boring day honestly, you've been lounging around in nothing but a black t-shirt from Jungkook after classes.

"Yeah? Want some cockwarming?"

"No," you say, propping your chin on his chest. "More like, want you to rail me." That catches Jungkook's attention. You bat your eyelashes when he sets his gaze on you.

That's all you could think about the minute Jungkook set foot inside your room. He looks hot tonight, has the cuddly boyfriend look on that has your mouth drooling for him. Men should just not be allowed to wear grey sweatpants. They do absolutely no good for the world - except leaving you thirsty for cock. Jungkook's also wearing a black cap. You love his hair, you really do but seeing him with a cap on does some things to you.

Jungkook's not even surprised at your boldness. If he got a penny for every time you asked him to fuck you, he'd be rich - that is, course, if you don't consider that the two of you haven't been dating that long and that, well, Jungkook is already wealthy of money.

"My girl wants to fuck?"

"Uh-huh."

And with that, he spreads his legs and drags your smaller body between him. Your back is flush against his ripped chest. Jungkook's manhandling has made his t-shirt hike up your thighs and your pink panties are perfectly on display for his eyes.

"Could've just told me to get between your legs," you mutter. You'd never confess how much you love it when he manhandles you.

"If you're such a big girl who can handle doing shit on her own, then surely you can get off on your own, hm?"

Oh no. That's not what you wanted to achieve with your brattiness.

"Mh-mhm." You shake your head in a pout. You grab his wrist and draw his hand between your legs. "Please?" You turn to look at him and bat your eyelashes again. You love doing it and Jungkook's loves seeing you pliant for him.

"Why should I?" he asks despite already inching closer to where you're aching the most. The pad of fingers place themselves on the damped spot of your panties. "Too stupid to do it?"

Your breath hitches at his slightest movement. "You just do it better." Your words are barely a whisper.

Jungkook's tatted hand, along with his rings that adorn his knuckles, disappears into your panties. Your legs naturally spread wider for him.

First rule established in your relationship: jewellery stays on during sex.

Jungkook loves wearing jewellery. Is practical obsessed with it. And you, on the other hand, are obsessed with the way how hot they make him look like. Jungkook is a fine fucking man, but his jewellery? His rings, chains, bracelets, earrings, his Rolex ? They got your pussy leaking for him.

Jungkook's got all the expensive jewellery that only rich folks could ever afford - which, weirdly enough, adds to the fact that they make you lose you sanity.

The times Jungkook planted kisses down your body and unintentionally - or maybe intentional after all, you don't know - grazed your pussy with his pendant? An agonising tease, but it made everything much more exciting.

"You're so wet baby," he whispers as he drags the pad of his middle finger across your pussy. "Why haven't you told me sooner, hm? Would've taken care of my girl immediately."

"You looked exhausted when you came in."

"Babe," he chides in a dark, disapproving timbre. You swear it's unintentional but you feel more arousal gushing from your pussy at his low voice. "Y'know I'm never too exhausted to please my sweet girl." Oh. What a beautiful thing to have whispered in your ear. Your pussy likes it too.

"Well," you begin, voice already hoarse cause of your dry throat. "Then you'll have no problem fucking me dumb, right?"

Jungkook chuckles. "What kinda question is this?"

"Oh!" you squeak when Jungkook plunges two fingers inside you. A pathetic whine of Jungkook's name flees past your lips. Your hand bolts to his forearm, nails leaving crescent on his skin at the sudden stretch. 

"Silly girl." Jungkook crooks his fingers. "Asking me to fuck her and then acting so surprised." You such a gasp in when Jungkook starts moving his fingers. He drags them along your sweet spot, the tickled feeling makes your toes curl in ecstasy. 

Your head rolls to the side. Jungkook's heartbeat drums right into your ear. Despite of the obscene scene that plays out right in front of you, the soft beats of Jungkook's heart grant an almost romantic, intimate ambiance.

"Feels so good." You sigh and crane your neck to look up at him. Jungkook's eyes are dark. The second his stare meets yours, a devilish smirk curves his pink lips.

"Yeah?" he asks in feigned sympathy. "You like my fingers?"

"S-so much."

Jungkook nudges your elbow. "Let me see your tits, baby." You sit up a little, lift Jungkook's black t-shirt over your head and toss it on the floor.

He spits on one breast and watches it trickle down over curve of your boob before rubbing it over your pebbled nipple. Your thighs tremble at the added pleasure. With his hand so close you can read the time on his Rolex. It's shortly after 8 pm.

"I love playing with you like this." He rolls your nub between his digits. "My dumb girl lets me do anything to her, doesn't she?"

" 'm your toy," you moan, moving your hips along his rapid movement.

"That's right, baby," he praises. "Just mine." His hand is cupping your jaw now, thumbing over your swollen bottom lip. "So pretty," Jungkook mumbles in your ear. You part your lips and close your mouth around his thumb. An approving sound rumbles from Jungkook's throat. You mindlessly swirl your tongue around his digit as Jungkook's starts fucking you faster.

"You gonna cum for me?" Jungkook can feel your walls clenching around his fingers and adds another to it.

You squeal around Jungkook's thumb, eyebrows tightly furrowed with how much pleasure you're getting.

Jungkook withdraws his finger from your mouth and tilts your head towards him by your jaw. He wants to look at you when you cum.

Wet sounds of your pussy fill the room, alongside your desperate moans - and the movie still playing in the background but that was already long forgotten between the two of you.

"That's it. Cum for me, babe." Jungkook squeezes your tit with his other hand.

"Shit, I'm- I'm-

Your whole body tingles when the delight reaches its peak and finally spills over. Your nails claw at his thighs and you squeeze your eyes shut when the prickle overwhelms you.

"Good girl." You're barely able to hear his voice, your high taking over all your senses. You go limp in his arms, legs trembling. Jungkook sprinkles sweet kisses on your jaw, but his fingers remain inside you, slower but still moving.

You're writhing in his arms. "Jungkook."

"I love playing with your pussy," he teases. "Fuck, hear how wet it is? All for me?"

Yes, you definitely hear it. You're wetter than every fucking ocean in this world combined and the squelching sounds are so obscene you don't even wanna know how his fingers feel right now.

You seize his wrist. "Gukkie, please."

"Can't take anymore?" he taunts.

"Too much." You sigh relieved when he removes his sneaky hand from your throbbing pussy, though he can't withstand to land one last teasing smack on your clit. You shake in his arms a whine falling past your lips.

Jungkook holds his glistening fingers in front of your mouth. Without much to say you take them in your mouth and suck them clean. When you're done Jungkook puts them in his mouth, tasting both the remnants of your cum and your saliva.

"Kiss me," you say when he's done tasting you. You know his cap is gonna be in the way, so you pull it off his head.

"Is there any moment in life where you don't look good?" you complain. He's had that stupid cap on for God knows how long, and yet his hair looks perfect. "It's unfair."

Whether if it's his morning hair, his after shower hair, his i just ran through my hair ten times cos im stressed about my exams or his we started baking and it ended up in a flour flight in the kitchen and now i have flour poured all over me, his hair still manages to look like he could do a photoshoot for the front cover of Elle Korea.

"Of course there is, babe," he starts but before he can finish you shush him with your finger on his mouth.

"Keep your corny compliments for yourself. I'm not giving you head tonight."

Jungkook clicks his tongue. "Why do you think that's the only reason why I would give you compliments?"

"Cause you always think with your dick."

"C'mere," he just says, ignoring your words.

He tilts your head up by your chin and clashes his mouth on yours. The taste of your cum is still lingering on both your tongues. Your hand finds his throbbing cock and you stroke him through his sweatpants. You can't recall when he got hard, you were too absorbed in your own pleasure to notice.

"Lie on your back for me," Jungkook says after the kiss.

While you make yourself comfortable on your back, Jungkook carefully closes your laptop and puts it on your bedside table. Out of the corner of his eye he sees the soft pink fabric of your panties flying across the room. He then he removes all his clothing and crawls back onto the bed.

Jungkook positions himself between your spread legs. He jerks his cock a few times and has his dark, fiery eyes on you.

You look so small under him. So fragile and vulnerable. He wants to keep you in his pocket and protect you forever.

"Such a pretty pussy." He traces his head over your glistening cunt, smearing your wetness all over you. And because Jungkook can't get enough of seeing your pussy all wet for him, he pushes his cock out of the way and spits directly on it. You have to hand it to him, he aims better than any man you've ever met. Jungkook spreads the added lubrication over your folds. You whimper beneath him. He's just teasing you and your mind is already foggy from all the bliss.

"Please, Koo," you plead. "Please fuck me."

"Always so needy." But still, he gives you what you want. He aligns his head on your entrance and slowly pushes his cock inside until is deeply sheathed between your greedy walls.

He stays like this for a second, allows you a few seconds to come accustomed to his size.

"God, you're so big." You still welcome the stretch his dick gives your pussy every time.

"But your little pussy can take it, right?" Jungkook pulls back, until only the beginning of his tip is left inside. And with a strong thrust of his hips, he's back inside you again.

Your back arches off the back and Jungkook watches you through lidded eyes. "I love fucking you like this," he says, his hands on both your knees. "Look so fucking hot." His eyes trails down to your tits bouncing every time he thrusts into you.

"I love your cock," you respond because damn that's literally the only thing you can thing about right now. It's just feels so good.

"There's only cock in your mind, isn't? The only thing you always fucking think about?" Jungkook's pace increases and all your rational thoughts are chased away with it.

"There's nothing in there, is it?" Jungkook  rasps and grabs a fistful of your hair. The pain from your scalp hurtles through your whole body. "Just needy thoughts, huh?" His silver fleur-de-lis chain dangles in front of your face as he comes closer. He's careful not do smack you in the face with it.

"Thought of you all day long," you mewl, palming your breast.

"Yeah? Thought of me fucking your tiny pussy?"

"God, yes."

The moment Jungkook smooths his ringed hand over the expanse of your tummy and presses his palm to your lower tummy it's officially over for you.

Your head rolls to your side and breathy moans escape your plush lips. The pressure Jungkook puts on your tummy makes you feel woozy in the head.

"You like that?" he asks and you're barely able to find strength to nod. "I can feel my cock moving inside you." Jungkook switches his thrusts into a languid fashion. His eyes are attached to where his tatted hand is resting. He can see it - he can see the bulge of his cock in your tummy. "Oh, fuck." He could never get over how fucking hot it looks like. Seeing your tiny pussy taking his big cock will always make him want to nut inside you right then and there. Jungkook grabs your hand that isn't currently occupied with tweaking your nipple and situates it right where his hand had been. "You're feeling this, baby?" Jungkook covers his hand over yours and your hand completely vanishes beneath his. "You feel how my cock is stretching your little pussy open?"

"Uh-huh," you press out, dragging out the sound until it morphs into a moan as Jungkook starts picking up on his pace again.

"Lost your words?" Jungkook sneers. "What a brain dead slut you are for me."

You whimper in response, reaching for his chain to drag him closer. His hand finds your throat once again. It quickly embraces your neck and his fingers make it harder to breath. The watchstrap of his Rolex pokes your skin but you're already used to the chafing feeling. Jungkook is so close to you, you can feel his ragged breathing fanning on your face.

"You're my pathetic little slut, aren't you?"

"Y-yes."

"Open your mouth for me," he demands.

You do, with your tongue sticking out slightly. He lets a drop of saliva fall from his mouth and again it lands right where he wants it to, this time on your tongue. And you swallow, like the obedient little girl you are for him.

He feels your throat bobbing and hums satisfied. "Such a good girl."

Jungkook draws back again, grabbing both your ankles and throws your legs over his shoulders.

Your eyes roll at the back of your head. "Jungkook," you whine. You're so close to cumming again, you feel like you're gonna see stars.

"You're gonna cum, aren't you?"

"Yes - fuck - yes, I'm so close!"

Jungkook thrusts his cock inside just the way you like it.

You relish in the way he forces himself into your pussy, heady and intoxicating pleasure. You tip over the edge, panting a moan of Jungkook's name as you cum onto Jungkook’s rock-hard length. Mind-numbing satisfaction that spreads all over you, hot and melting into you. 

"That's my girl." Jungkook slows down, giving you kisses all over your neck as he rolls his hips into you.

He rides out your high. You're too fucked out to do anything for a moment and just enjoy Jungkook pampering you with kisses.

"Good job," he praises you once again and you feel your heart flutter. God, he's too good at this.

But you could to the same. "Cum inside me," you beg.

That sentence? Heaven in Jungkook's ears. You don't let him cum inside you that often but oh fuck, when you allow him to it drives him crazy.

Jungkook groans into the pillow next to you. "Yeah? Want me to knock you up?"

"Uh-huh. Want you to fill me up."

"Fuck," he moans and it sounds so fucking pretty you think you're falling in love with him all over again.

One of your hand moves to his chest and you softly flick your index against his nipple.

"I'm gonna cum." Jungkook throws his head back and goes sloppy in his movements. He spills all his seed into you until he shoves his cock deep inside you one last time.

Jungkook's head drops down in the crook of your neck and you thread your fingers through his hair. He stays like that for a while, his dick still inside.

When Jungkook starts peppering kisses over your neck and then chest and then face, you know he's come back to his senses. If you're honest, you still feel woolly in your head but Jungkook has always been better at handling the post nut clarity than you.

You poke Jungkook in the side with your feet. "Jungkook, let me pee."

"Let me love you, woman."

"You weigh a ton," you groan as you try to push him off you.

At that, he perks up and looks at you with narrowed eyes. "I take full offense to that. I've worked hard to build these muscles," he says. "But I get it. Someone like you-" He takes hold of your weak, undefined arm and looks at you pityingly. "Would never understand."

You giggle and playfully swat his chest.

"Just let me go and pee, you dummy."

#yooo this is pure filth #but ! #it was necessary after such a long time 🤙 #jungkook smut #jungkook fic #jeon jungkook #bts smut #bts fanfiction #jungkook x reader

[qalma-e-azadi]

TYPES OF INDIAN GIRLS

(p.s. this is again for prompts, besties and baes plis don't get offended, also im not specifying their gender orientations as such, so if you are someone not identifying as a girl or a woman you are totally, totally them and nobody can stop you from being them,

love, alima)

the umrao jaan ada: kareeb kareeb hyderabadi, poet but would much prefer shayira, your heart skips a beat when she lets her hair fall open, dark kajal, if Pakeezah was a person, jhumkas twice the weight of her ear, "would you like to see my tattoos?" kill yourself if you don't want to fr fr, kulhad coffee™, wrist watches with black straps, probably has a nose piercing, "jaanam", can count the number of kurtas you have off of her mind, makes the best seekh kebab in town, *puts her hands on your neck*, falls asleep on your chest in rickshaw rides, goes to sleep giggling about you, will murmur nazms under her breath while playing with your hair, when you kiss her out of nowhere and she goes all flustered: "ghazab karte ho yaar!!"

the ae ri sakhi: have you seen her writing in hindi? heere moti javaraat, takes pictures of you when you're not looking, shows you her tongue after eating gota mostly it's green, tells you to tighten her paayal, brown lipsticks, "would you like to meet my younger sibling?" please say yes, black mojdi, loose white embroidered pants, will beat your ass in gilli danda, will give you forehead swats if you stare too much, "gandakdo", bites down a grin whenever you make a horrible pj, probably trained in a classical dance, *munches bhakarwadi*, kaanch ki chudiya intensifies, she doesn't tolerate spice— spice tolerates her, thinks about while seeing bichhiya in jewellery shops

the aaj jaane ki zid na karo: pahadi, has hid you from her parents, *puts a rose behind your ear*, was the og abba nahi manenge, scarlet lipstick, her nose gets cold before anything else, payal on only one foot, "arey i don't how that white kurta turned out to be half translucent ;)", if you think she doesn't notice you wearing her favourite itr everytime you meet her you're wrong, don't remind her how blushy she gets when you kiss her cheek she will slap your arm, has a year long kharash, garam garam pakode, kalamkari shawls™, sings dukhi mann mere in such a heavenly voice, keeps you like a secret love letter, will send you full length pictures of her outfits, *lays on your chest*, calls you after a terrible fight with her family, "will you run away with me, someday?" "i will."

the reshami khwaab: that one girl who's always playing the guitar? that's her, sleek long fingers, short kurta and jeans, *bends her neck*, everything silk and cotton, can't tell her socks from yours, curses a LOT, puts oil in your hair and massages softly while you're literally dying, her favourite dosai place is the best i don't make the rules, *kisses both of your knuckles*, wide pants and palazzos, good at math, "will you stop staring im literally just putting my hair in a bun!" no you're obsessed with her, will link her pinky with yours in trams, will hide her face in her hands if your compliments get a little too dirty, small jhumkas, occasionally smokes, it calms her nerves, will latch on to you and not let go after a hard day,

the pronoyini: her deep-set eyes god help you now, *chokes on prasad*, blank diaries with hand-crafted textile covers, long hair braided 24×7, short hair always adorned with a hairband, loose and airy slippers, "shonaaaaaaa", theatre kid obviously, ruffles your hair mindlessly, long gazes across the room, smells like fresh aloe vera all the time, aloo bhujia worshipper, heavy razais, *bumps shoulder jaan karke*, kisses your cheek at any occasion, somehow the corner ka confectioner knows about you two???? and free roshogollas on your birthday?? she has done some serious bribing, will show off your gifts to her to her favourite cousins, kurtis with plunge necklines, small pencils scattered everywhere on her table, her cakes are amazing, black nails, back aches constantly, be prepared to listen to jodi tor daak shune keu every moment for the rest of your life spoiler alert: it's adorable

#hi hello kinda went off with the last ins fr fr #✨dil hai ke maanta nahi✨

[rjshepherd]

Pls Give Karl Heisenberg smut and fluff 😳🙏🏼

oh ho!? whats this?! a blank cheque for mayhem?!?! how can i resist such a call?

fluff

- Karl is a cuddler but you dont need me to tell you that.

- his favorite place to cuddle is in bed or in a massive arm chair next to a fire. you can play games or read with your head on his shoulder or maybe he'll let you lie across him. He likes throw an arm around you and watch you do stuff while he just relaxes into the cusions. he's also fond of using you as a pillow

- personally, i like always cold karl over space heater karl. its one of the reasons he doesnt go outside the factory much, he hates the cold. He likes to cuddle with his s/o for warmth, stick his hands in your pockets/gloves/sleeves to keep them warm. he always scoots over to your side of the bed when you leave s/o he can lie in the warm spot.

- Karl is a serial clothes thief. he will take anything that fits but socks are his favorite target. he loves to steal his s/o's bed socks, the fluffy kind. mostly its to keep his feet warm but also theyre so soft and his are all worn.

- stealing his s/o's winter gear is also popular with him. he likes to take scarves that smell of your perfume/cologne and hats that smell of your shampoo. he'll borrow accessories occasionally too like sunglasses or jewellery.

- He's not big kissing, at least not in private anway. out in public he likes PDA as a way of showing you off, making a spectacle etc. at home however he's a lot more guarded with his physical affection, usually reserving it for special occasions. his favorite way of showing affection is something like a head bump or eskimo kiss ( nose bump)

Smut

-karl loves to do dirty talk and flirts almost constantly. but when its reciprocated or youre the one to start it, he becomes a hot mess. something about you being verbally dominant in the bedroom really does it for him.

- he never uses words like "slut" or "whore" because he finds them degrading ( unless you've asked him to call you that, then he might consider it) He prefers to sweet talk to outright degradation, encouragement over insults. same goes for him, he'd prefer if you didnt outright insult him when talking dirty unless he's asked you before hand .

- he really enjoys Cockwarming/strapwarming, both on you and him. Sometimes its nice just to have a conversation while while feeling you inside him or vice versa . he enjoys feeling warm and full as much as he likes to be the one doing the filling.

- Mirandas research on how mold sex works is light at best. He's always worried he's going to give you some weird STD or something. because of that Karl enjoys non-penetrative sex. he's very understanding of partners who cant or dont want to fuck; hand jobs, titfucking, intercrural sex ( thigh fucking) and good old fashion mutual masturbation are all acceptable to him.

- he really enjoys the idea of sounding but has never actually had the balls to try it ( badum tss). i imagine he's attempted it with his metal powers, but getting close to cumming means he loses fine control, he's worried he'll do himself some damage.

-Lets be real, Karl is a cocky fucker, self obsessed with an inflated ego. he thinks he's gods gift to his partners at times, i think it would be hot as hell for you to put him in his place every now and then. Take charge, tell him how you want things to go, even if he insists on topping.

- for as much of a private person as he is, he does enjoy the odd bit of exibitionism. this is mostly in the form of fucking where you COULD be seen rather than where you CAN be seen. he also enjoys fucking in front of a mirror or a set of his tv screens so he can watch from 3rd person.

thats all for now nonnie! im still slowly trying to do fics as well as the asks still in my inbox

#karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg headcanons #headcanons #my headcanons #asks #resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #my stuff #my writing #re8

[hargroves-angel]

Time Warp - Chapter One - A Small Town With A Big Secret

Summary - Hawkins really is a small town with a big secret ... More than one big secret.

Warnings - GIF below contains small flashes of light (it’s lightning, so be careful!) Whole series will contain - Smut / Fluff / Angst

A/N - My new series Time Warp, this is not going to be my OC series as im still working on that currently but I will get that out sometime!! 🥰 this ones a long one so I hope you’re all ready and you enjoy chapter 1 hehe xx 👏

You slumped your shoulders and fiddled with your pencil, the test paper lay blank in front of you.

‘Think Y/N! Think!’ You stared at the sheet, hoping that somehow the answers would just magically appear.

“2 minutes left” Mr Holloway grumbled, his voice breathy and scratchy.

‘So much for studying last night’ you rolled your eyes and glanced one last time at the paper. It was no use. You were totally and utterly fucked. Great.

The bell rang, sounding out the end of the school day. Hastily you slipped the paper into your bag in hopes of escaping quick without having to hand anything in.

“Hand them in one by one please” he yelled over the ringing bell. ‘Shit’ you mentally cursed, handing the blank paper in and speeding out of the classroom.

You had one place to be and that was Caseys house. You gathered up your books from your locker and headed to her car. An old 1980s camaro, she’d bought the old thing from a rundown garage in the town square, no idea who the owner was or why they’d leave, in her opinion, such a beautiful car.

She fixed it up and took it home. She was a car person... you just didn’t really see the point.

“Finally! We can work on this stupid project... I’m telling you the bitch has been on my case since this morning” she complained.

You got into her car, giggling about some gossip.

“So what exactly is this project?” You asked, flicking through caseys various cassettes.

“We have to do it on a ‘small thing with a hidden secret’, ya know creepy shit like that... and since it’s me, well I had to pick Hawkins and our creepy conspiracy”

“Oh god not this again” you cringed, Casey was obsessed with this small town, and on top of all that she was obsessed with anything vintage, it was her aesthetic or whatever you called it. She didn’t even own a phone, claiming that, ‘communication is key’ and what not.

“Come on Y/N, lighten up, I have so much proof that there’s more to this small town then they tell us! No way in hell were those disappearances just coincidence!” She whispered, the last part.

“Why are you whispering?”

“Government duh, plus whilst you have that little death device in your hand do something useful with it and look up some of the original articles, it’ll help you understand what I’m talking about here” she turned into the street her house belonged and parked up.

“It says that there was a mass homicide in the star court in 1985 and a girl went missing at some point in 1983 or 84? And some boy? People go missing all the time, they probably just had some neighbourhood creep who took it to that extreme...”

“And the homicide...?”

“I don’t know, it’s doesn’t give any details-“

“Exactly my friend! A small town with a big secret!” She beamed, shoving herself into her bedroom and sitting at her desk. Newspaper articles and old photographs hung around the rooms, she sure as hell was obsessed with this.

“How many of Shanes conspiracies did you watch last night? Whatever, you know what would be great?” You perked up, reading through the articles on her walls. She raised her eyebrow. “If we just stuck to doing one of the basis items, like some old jewellery box or - Or California?!” you smirked as she huffed.

“Beeecauseee! We need to think outside the box! And as far as I’m aware California isn’t that small, plus what does it even have to offer anyway”

“Sunny beaches! And happy customers” you grinned, plucking the postcard from her desk and reading it out loud. “Remember how freaked out you got after reading the back?” You chuckled.

“It said your name on it Y/N of course I got freaked... sometimes it slips my mind that maybe more then one person in this world is called Y/N”

“Only the best people are called Y/N... Anyway! This project... so what do you need me to research?”

“Anything about the victims and the crime scenes, I’m gonna cover old newspaper articles and scope around that burnt down lab” She scribbled a quick note of what you had to do in her notebook and handed it to you. She was always so extra when it came to research.

“Got it, be careful by that lab by the way! But till then I shall see you later” You gave her a quick hug and then headed out the door to walk home, thank god she was only a few houses down.

The kitchen light was on, your dad was probably still working. You kicked your shoes off and stepped inside.

“Pizza again?” You mumbled, setting your bag down against the wall. He lay asleep against his laptop, empty coffee mug next to him. Your eyes glanced over at the picture of your mother next to him.

You missed her a lot...

He didn’t speak much anymore, he kept to himself and buried his head in his work.

“Goodnight dad” you whispered, closing his laptop and pushing him back against the chair, placing a blanket over his sleeping form.

‘Research time’ you thought, turning on your own laptop and starting up google.

You spent hours scrolling, even going to page 2 of google, the forbidden page as Casey called it.

Every website said the same thing, it was a problem with some manic killer who they never found.

Of course there wasn’t anything because it was just some crazy guy who they never found. You scrolled down one last time coming across one final website.

‘H4wk1ns L4b.com’ You huffed and clicked onto it, your phone buzzed, a message from Dominos popped up, usual 50% off deal. Your eyes flickered back to the screen, it loaded up a bunch of videos. Only dating up to 1990, which was when the Lab burnt down.

You looked for the year 1983, hoping something would show up.

It looked like camera footage, nothing much showed up, just an empty stairwell. Your mouse hovered over the extra tabs.

getting your pen you wrote down the website address.

“Footage, Information, Staff, Tests, IDT, attack- attacks?” You clicked on the tab and looked at the words on the screen.

“We are experiencing many problems with our recent discovery, what the fuck?” You took a picture of the words and write down the key info. “Attacks - Hawkins High?, when was there an attack at school? Hawkins Hospital? Star court mall? That place burned to the ground like 30 years ago...” you furrowed your eyebrows and took another picture. You clicked on the link referencing your school.

A knock rang through the walls of the house. You flinched, jumping at the sound. “Dad! The door!” You yelled. He didn’t make a noise, he was probably still asleep, you peaked at the time on the time on your phone, 2:30am, who was knocking at 2:30am, Casey?

You picked up the book, a weapon of some sort and crept downstairs.

“Dad?” He didn’t stir, you cursed and got closer to the door.

You opened it slightly, two men in suits stood.

“Umm, dad?!” You shouted louder.

“Unfortunately miss we need to talk to you about something” the first man spoke, his voice clear and deep. You slammed the door shut and locked it tight, grabbing your phone and dialling 911 fast.

But it wouldn’t turn on. Damn phone, you quickly grabbed a kitchen knife and looked for your dad, where was he.

“Dad! Dad THERES people! D-dad” your voice started breaking, fear and adrenaline starting to kick in, “dad- d-Dad where are you” the door slowly creaked open.

Quickly you dashed behind your couch and hid, phone clutched to your chest and knife, blade up in front of you.

Footsteps rang through the house.

Where the hell was your father, he was there earlier, had he gone drinking again?

The footsteps stopped, small whimpers and heavy breaths left your mouth as you tried to conceal them.

Praying to the high heavens that they weren’t gonna kill you.

Silence.

You collapsed to the floor. Some sort of shock coursed through your body and your eyes shut.

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[harrybridgers]

could you please do a fic rec of your favourite fics that are like either unique/not well known or that you think are hidden gems? i need some good new stuff to read! 💜

do you have a favourite 1 chapter fic, nothing too long but detailed?

okay so i’m gonna kind of mesh these two asks together bc i feel like a lot of the fics i would rec for either would cross over quite a bit so!!! this is definitely not gonna be a massive list of all my fave fics because there is wAy too many but these are the ones i usually go back to a lot!! here u go

hidden gems/unique fics/some fave oneshots:

ghosting by angelwarm: yall listen to me this author is in my opinion the most underrated fic writer in this whole fandom like,,,,,this fic truly knocks me on my ass every time with emotion and nostalgia and pain. unlike anything i’ve ever read before and probably will read. amazing characters, amazing story-telling and imagery, and the ending makes me sob. haven’t read this once without crying

rose and white dawn by angelwarm: again i’m just going to rec everything by angelwarm they are truly amazing. another beautifully written fic that makes me just want to cry, harry carves jewellery and louis is just,,,,,,,,,,,,,,jUST GO READ IT OKAY

devil in the bible belt by tinybeautifultales: this is a shameless au that will destroy you and put you back together again. louis is fiona and harry is jimmy (steve??? lmao) and it is sO gorgeously written. the way that louis opens up to harry and vice versa in this fic is sO real and raw and powerful. please read this fic and then come cry with me about it

your quietest voice by flimsy: this. fic. fucked. me. UP. flimsy is truly too good for us all. such a unique and captivating plot, they have this amazing ability to make things so vivid and i always read this when i don’t know what to go to. i’m also just a hoe for fics that mess with time and alternate dimensions

from the love to the lightning: this has been orphaned and i can’t remember who the og author is,,,but,,,,my gOD,,,,ya’ll,,,,,this left me screaming into my pillow in frustration and then crying into my pillow in frustration because the way that h+l fall in and out with each other in this fic is so painful and well done. i can’t even explain the feelings it gives me. one of my favourite fic harry’s and it just hUrts me and i love it

a red-dusted planet by onewasturning: i think i felt instantly connected to this fic because 1. it’s set in aus and 2. it’s beautifully done. it’s so hard to find fic that’s written with an australian setting/background and this is just. everything. this fic means so muCH to me?? the first time i read it i was breathless the whole way through. so sensual and vivid. h+l are absolute gems.

the fox you’ve been waiting for by feelsforbreakfast: i have never read this fic without crying and i’m pretty sure i’ve read it 300 times at this point??? it makes my chest achey and heavy and i just want to reach into my screen and pull louis into the tightest hug. harry is an absolute darling in this fic, one of my fave harry characterisations ever. so bittersweet and beautiful and in my opinion one of the best fics we have in this fandom go read it immediately

nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby by kingsoftheimpossible: this fic,,,,is,,,,so weird,,,,,,,,in the best fucking way,,,,,,truly incredible writing and such a unique plot !!!! read it !!!!! also check out devil town by the same author that fic just genuinely fucks me up hard i have nothing more to say

the lunatic, the lover, and the poet by juliusschmidt: thIS FIC IS SO CUTE AND HARRY MUST BE PROTECTED AND THEYRE BOTH ABSOLUTELY HOPELESS PLEASE READ (also it’s so lovely and the poem they write together while they’re in class,,,,,,,fuck me up)

want a scar that looks just like you by deadspy: this is zouis but i couldn’t not include it,,,,,,,,,,,read it and you’ll see why (then come sob w me in my inbox thanks)

the same ground by navigator: i genuinely love every navigator fic EVeR but i think this one might take the cake??? this and some things take root are both just life changing but for some reason the same ground just leaves me a hollow husk of a human before it fills me back up with warmth

and so far so good by checkthemargins: breaks you to pieces and puts you back together in tinier pieces. this made my chest ache so much,,,,,they are so ::::(((((((((((

rivers ‘til i reach you by embodied: uM anything liz writes fucks me up entirely??? this fic is absolutely stUnning???? please do yourselves a favour and read this masterpiece,,,,leaves me feeling fuzzy with nostalgia and i lovelovelove h+l in this fic so much

all the place you’ve got by glitteryandroid: dark and twisted and so intensely perfect. this fic is absolutely gripping and im truly obsessed with it, its the kind of fic that should have 60k hits and everyone talking about it. ive never read anything like it before and this type of style is genuinely my absolute favourite,,,i love to be challenged and played with and messed with as a reader and this fic does that so well. please check it out and then come talk to me about it because i have sO much to say omg

#trust me fam do not sleep on these fics #ur life will be changed #hope u like these @ anons!! #ficrecs

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I live in the UK and I’m a professional seamstress, experienced in various alterations/repairs (also making clothing, jewellery, customisations)For a while I’ve been wanting to set up my own alteration business but heard people say it wouldn’t be popular or bring in enough money.The town I live in is very busy, there are about 6 alteration places here - 2 dry cleaners which offer basic alterations, a men’s tailor, a home business, bridal shop and an alterations shop which isn’t in the main town/high street area (about 1.5 mile away).I specialise in women’s clothing and can do pretty much all alterations apart from advanced bridal so would need to train in those skills if I was to offer a full on bridal alterations service although I’m not sure I want to go down the bridal route. I’m experienced in vintage, dance/sportswear, holy communion, prom etc and also men’s alterations. I’m in my mid 20s and think my target audience would be from 20-45 (assuming most people over 45 already have somewhere they go or already know basic alterations from being taught at school/factory work) I think what would make my business different from the others is I’m more modern and fashion aware so would possibly attract a younger crowd with the right marketing hopefully.My issue is I’m not sure if it’s what people need as people say it’s a dying trade and also the obsession with high street shopping but I see so many alterations shops in London (im not in London though) that are really busy and successful, we’re also in a time where people are buying more vintage and second hand and also wanting more better fitted clothing imo but I guess some people just don’t think about getting things altered, I know I need to do more research on this. I don’t want to rely on just random customers though and want to offer my services to retail/vintage business and various others like contract work but need to figure this out.I would like to open a shop in the town area or near and my plan would be to have the shop so the workroom is separate and there would be a dressing room area to make more private kind of like if you were to walk in a bridal shop so you have that kind of personal experience with being fitted instead of just trying something in a corner behind a rail.I’m just so undecided if it’s the right thing to pursue or not? Atm I work but will probably start small and set up a workshop in my house, social media and make business cards and build contacts and see where it takes me. I also don’t know anything about accounting etc so that side of things does worry me too :/

#/r/entrepreneur #reddit

[kerrylifeandloves]

  Look at any shops, blogs, youtubers etc, and they will all be doing a thousand gift guides, so I know you are probably sick to the back teeth with them. However, I think conscious gift giving is a great thing, and last year my “Gifts that Give Back gift guide” was so well received that I vowed to do it every year. Its kind of my thing. Im just a little late this year as all those city breaks I keep taking delay me a little…….sorrynotsorry. So, fresh for 2018, here is this years Gifts that Give back – Conscious Giving

I thought I would do it a little different this year and categorise them a little more specifically than last year. I really hope its useful, and even if its too late for Christmas, Im hoping to show that there are so many amazing things out there that contribute and give back. Lots of companies are not just about profit and I love them for it

Gifts that give back – Conscious Giving

For the Travel Lover;

Of course I had to start with this category.

Storyteller Flagmate  from £4.99 – Iv actually ordered one of these for my eldest son, as he has just started his travelling adventures. Its a key ring, that also has a clip on it, that you attach little metal flags on of the countries that you have visited.  The company donate 10% of all sales to the Storyteller fund, which support sustainable education programmes for the less fortunate. I have met the founders of this cause, I they are amongst the most passionate people I have met, determined to help others. A great company.

EB Passport Holder £15  –  This passport cover, designed by Elephant Brand, is made from locally sourced, recycled materials by villagers in Cambodia. For every passport cover sold, school stationary is given to a child in Africa or Asia, so they can attend and learn at school.

Georganics Mouthwash Tablets £8.90  –  These are fab for travel. They are mouthwash tablets, that require no water! Perfect for when you are doing long haul travel.  The company that make them are committed to sustainability, no plastic and bio-degradable packaging. Cruelty free, palm oil free and vegan approved.

For the Beauty Lover;

Bloomtown Ethical Personalised Gift Set  £29.90 – You know I have an obsession with reducing my palm oil usage. I banged on about it enough in this post, Palm Oil – All you need to know. Well, Bloomtown are a totally palm oil free, natural beauty brand. I have some of their products that I ordered last month, and can say with certainty that they are beautiful. This gift set that I found is a great way to introduce someone to the brand, and it gets the message out there and educates about reducing palm oil. I would LOVE to find this under my Christmas tree.

The Soap Co Mulberry and Amber Hand Lotion £16 – I adore the ethos of this brand. These eco, vegan and bee friendly products are made in small batches by a team of people with various disabilities. This non-profit social enterprise provides real employment for people with disabilities, helping them change their lives. The range of products are just gorgeous and I love the Indulgent Rose scent as well as this one.

For the Animal Lover;

Radley supporting Dogs Trust Coin Purses  £39 – I featured the collaboration between Dogs Trust and Radley last year, and they were a popular choice. All of the profit from these coin purses are donated straight to Dogs Trust, and they are available in four styles, and two colours (nude and black) I have my eye on the sausage dog one……

RSPCA Apple Crumble Winter Biscuits £10.99 – They had me at biscuits….. This gorgeous tin of biscuits helps support all of the work that the RSPCA does for animals. All profits go to charity.

For the Luxury Lover;

Claudia Bradby “Joy” Necklace  £42 – Its no secret at all that I adore the Claudia Bradby range, and own a couple of items from the range. Made in silver, with freshwater pearls, its just timeless, classy jewellery. Claudia designed this JOY necklace,  to support Maggie’s Cancer Charity. The charity believe that “people with cancer should not lose their joy of living”  All profits from the scale of the necklace go to Maggie’s.

Chantecaille Cheek Blush Turtle £35 – This beautiful, sheer blush has a sea turtle sculpted into its surface, in honour of the brand supporting this endangered turtle. The brand raises money for wildlife projects around the world, and is of course cruelty free.

Sana Jardin Perfume from £30  –  This brand is the first socially conscious fragrance house. They help to empower women and encourage female entrepreneurs who can help towards supporting their own communities. They are passionate about fair trade, retention of traditional skills and give economic independence.

For the Home Lover;

Jo Malone Charity Candle £47 – Available in three scents, White Lilac & Rhubarb, Iris and Lady Moore and Peony and Moss, the charity candle from Jo Malone supports those dealing with mental health problems. Jo Malone donate 75% of the retail price of the candle (less vat) to charities helping those living with and affected by poor mental health. With one in four people affected by mental health problems in their lifetime, I think this is a great cause.

Change Please Coffee £4.50  –  Did you know over 4000 people sleep rough every night in the UK. Change Please is a social enterprise run by the homeless, to help the homeless. They aim to give homeless people an opportunity to help themselves, by training them as Baristas and coffee shop workers, and have helped many since they started in 2010. They also offer beautiful blends to serve at home.

Embroidered Elephant Cushion Covers £9.96  –  I ADORE elephants, and think these cushion covers are just gorgeous. All hand made in India, the sale of these support community based projects. A beautiful splash of colour, Id love these in my meditation space.

I hope this has been of some use. Even if none of these items appeal to you, I have tried to show that there are so many gifts, and variations, that are so much more than just a gift. I think its great to be mindful about what and how we give gifts. Even things like experiences that you can share together, or a spa treatment for someone that is always stressed, they are all mindful gifts. Last year I bought my husband an experience from Truly Experiences, and we had a fantastic day. You can read about it in this post (a date with Churchill) if you fancy a little inspiration.

Id love to know what sort of thing is on your Christmas list this year. Have you found any amazing gifts that have a charitable or ethical side to them? Have you found any amazing experience type gifts? What is your favourite type of gift to receive? Pampering? Luxury? Useful? Tell me all!

  **Please note, this post could contain affiliate links. This means that if you clicked on one and made a purchase, (thank you) I could earn a few pennies in commission, at no cost to you.

Gifts That Give Back – Conscious Giving Look at any shops, blogs, youtubers etc, and they will all be doing a thousand gift guides, so I know you are probably sick to the back teeth with them.

#ethical gift guide #gift guide #gifts that give back

[topicprinter]

I live in the UK and I’m a professional seamstress, experienced in various alterations/repairs (also making clothing, jewellery, customisations)For a while I’ve been wanting to set up my own alteration business but heard people say it wouldn’t be popular or bring in enough money.The town I live in is very busy, there are about 6 alteration places here - 2 dry cleaners which offer basic alterations, a men’s tailor, a home business, bridal shop and an alterations shop which isn’t in the main town/high street area (about 1.5 mile away).I specialise in women’s clothing and can do pretty much all alterations apart from advanced bridal so would need to train in those skills if I was to offer a full on bridal alterations service although I’m not sure I want to go down the bridal route. I’m experienced in vintage, dance/sportswear, holy communion, prom etc and also men’s alterations. I’m in my mid 20s and think my target audience would be from 20-45 (assuming most people over 45 already have somewhere they go or already know basic alterations from being taught at school/factory work) I think what would make my business different from the others is I’m more modern and fashion aware so would possibly attract a younger crowd with the right marketing hopefully.My issue is I’m not sure if it’s what people need as people say it’s a dying trade and also the obsession with high street shopping but I see so many alterations shops in London (im not in London though) that are really busy and successful, we’re also in a time where people are buying more vintage and second hand and also wanting more better fitted clothing imo but I guess some people just don’t think about getting things altered, I know I need to do more research on this. I don’t want to rely on just random customers though and want to offer my services to retail/vintage business and various others like contract work but need to figure this out.I would like to open a shop in the town area or near and my plan would be to have the shop so the workroom is separate and there would be a dressing room area to make more private kind of like if you were to walk in a bridal shop so you have that kind of personal experience with being fitted instead of just trying something in a corner behind a rail.I’m just so undecided if it’s the right thing to pursue or not? Atm I work but will probably start small and set up a workshop in my house, social media and make business cards and build contacts and see where it takes me. I also don’t know anything about accounting etc so that side of things does worry me too :/

#/r/startups #reddit