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trash-king18 · 10 months

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miggy hc’s

sorry for the delay on pt. 9 my loves. i just moved and things are a little hectic but here’s some head cannons i had written for mig (sfw and nsfw) pt. 9 should be up tmr or wednesday<3

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i feel like he’d absolutely convince you to get your nails done and pay for it too just so you could play with his hair and rub his back with them because he’s literally a sucker for it. like he’d be embarrassed about it at first and deny it but he’d be purring at your touch.. like literally though bc he’s half spider

hear me out: on the lowest of keys miguel is kinda autism coded. LISTEN listen listen… the agitation, the sensory issues from heightened senses, the rigidity, the strong sense of justice, the need for seeking patterns to make sense of things that have happened, a fucking genius, (has a literal fucking rage meltdown in the movie) and would absolutely end up with an adhd golden retriever energy gf (partner if ur queer bc duh)

would definitely think bigotry in general is “unintelligent and barbaric” homophobia especially and would defend any and all spider kids from bigots (let’s face it they’re all at least bi) even though he’s a grump he’d protect them.

his love language is acts of service and physical touch

he likes to stay busy, even though you coax him into relaxing more, physically maybe not so much since hes always fighting bad guys…(or fucking you) but mentally. he’s reading, or watching documentaries, playing chess (he definitely programmed an ai himself that would be near impossible to beat just for the challenge and like analyzed the worlds best players. and just because i think it’s cute, you definitely introduced him to like a childish animated puzzle game on your phone that he insisted was stupid but then you wake up to find he stole your phone to play it at night. definitely gets frustrated with it and you make fun of him “it’s harder than it looks ok”

when miguel started acting softer towards you lyla would tease him about it every chance and try to embarrass him in front of you

if you are latina and(or) have curly hair like me i can see him getting all pouty when you straighten it. he’d tell you, you look gorgeous of course “you always do” but i feel as a latino he would just think your natural hair is absolutely gorgeous (curly or coily)

when he comes out with you, if he does, he just holds stuff and watches over you. he will never initiate pda but he certainly doesn’t mind if you cling to him in front of all the people watching. unless you’re at work “reputations” and all that

he’s not a dancer(but he’s extremely good at it)… unless maybe you’re walking down a shadowed street where there aren’t many people and there’s latin music he might be tempted to pull you into him to dance a little salsa or just feel your hips move when no one’s looking

dates are more quiet, private, and thoughtful settings.

is 100 percent not a morning person. blackout curtains and no alarms and while he will stay up all night working or wake up at the ass crack of dawn for missions he will bitch and moan about everything when you try to wake him up when he doesn’t have work and he is a pouting sulking grump when you do

food. this man is always fucking hungry. but he cooks his own food or doesn’t eat at all and is as much a control freak in the kitchen as he is at work. and it takes you forever to convince him to let you cook, even though you’re perfectly good at it and better at certain things. definitely loves making you taste things as he cooks even when he’s made it before

every time you pass a “mexican” place unless it’s actually authentic he’ll mutter under his voice cursing them saying they’re ruining his culture (they are). just imagine him driving/swinging past a california tortilla and rolling his eyes and scoffing

miguel’s nightmares wake him up in a cold sweat more often then he’d care to admit. and as a light sleeper you are almost always already up stroking his face and hair and on the rare occasion you aren’t he’ll just pull you on top of him to feel and watch you instinctively cuddle into him.

when you’re home you are glued to his side. he’s the: keep you on the kitchen counter while he cooks, shower together, literally tangle your bodies together in bed or on the couch, type of man. but his time away on missions which is frequent, gave you some breathing room. because as much as he’d presumably be the distant one he’s got domestic instincts like no other. he gets enough action at work that he’s definitely a homebody once you coax him into overworking himself less.

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nsfw

2 word’s: cock. warming. any chance he gets to get himself inside you he takes, or he makes them. he is obsessed with the idea of making a permanent imprint of himself in your pussy and he 100 percent loves belly bulge. cuddling or working from home? you’re on his lap preferably in one of his shirts with his dick stuffed inside you. sleeping? probably ended up pulling your leg over his and (consensually!) slipping himself into your hole. one the rare occasion you sleep later than he does he’ll wake you up by lazily rutting into you.

2 more words: panty ruin-er. and that’s all

i don’t know exactly how to explain this one.. but he’s got a pretty dick. you can tell his hygiene is very good and he’s particular about everything and that goes for down there too.. but it’s just pretty. (idk if y’all know what i mean but sometimes you just see one and it just- idek the girls that get it, get it)

he’s got an oral fixation and don’t tell me he doesn’t. mans a munch but he’s also perfectly satisfied to kiss, nip, lick, and suck at any other part of you.

imo, he’s really not subby or even on the bottom he likes to be the one in control even the times where all he’s really doing is giving you everything you ask for. but dont assume that means he doesn’t absolutely love watching you ride him or give him head/hj. and when hes cranky he will sheepishly ask you for it almost like he’s embarrassed about being needy (he 100 percent is and you make fun of him for it all the time… after you fuck his soul out of course)

he HATES being teased. give it but can’t take it. but the reason he doesn’t is because he will whimper a little and he would never hear the end of it.

more than once he’s stopped you sucking his dick to pull you up purely to cum in you instead of your mouth (sorry bro man has a breeding kink i don’t know what to tell you) “wouldn’t want to waste that would we”

the only thing that really truly makes him blush is when you grab/slap/poke his ass and you do it just for that reason and he will chase you around the house yelling at you(mostly playfully) after

if you grind on him he’s usually pretty quick to try and just fuck you instead. because when you do you’ll start kissing his jaw and his neck just rubbing yourself on his bulge or his thigh and suddenly the thought and sight of you getting off just from that is enough to push back any thoughts of embarrassment at the sounds that leave his throat and he doesn’t like loosing control but he can’t help it with you

i feel like if he found you touching yourself he would immediately worry it was because he wasn’t taking care of you well enough and ask what you wanted but you’d just laugh and tell him it was simply because you got wound up and impatient thinking about him.

he can never finger you if he’s already wound up because.. claws

as gentle and caring as he can be he still loves to overstimulate you. the aftercare is amazing but he will fuck as many orgasms out of you as he wants. sometimes he just can’t think straight until he gets to.

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glowonu · 1 year

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I'm a Swimming Fool

wonwoo x gn reader

wc: 2.1k

themes: vague college!au, best friends to lovers

warnings: food mention, overuse of the word cute, wonwoo is down BAD

requested by the lovely @bethe-flower !! sorry that it took forever lol i got a bit carried away oops <3

“Yo Won! Look at these little guys!” You whisper loudly, trying not to be disruptive, but also trying to get your best friend’s attention.

Wonwoo looks at you fondly, the blue of the aquarium tank reflecting in your eyes as they widen and sparkle as you excitedly observe the mini jellyfish floating around in the large tank. Your nose is almost touching the glass of the tank, and your hands are clasped in front of you. You almost look like you’re going to fall over, the way you’re leaning forward as you bounce on the balls of your feet. He grins and snaps a secret photo of you, and it seems that he must have been taking too long to respond. “Won!” You say, a little louder now, wiggling one of your legs impatiently despite the excited grin on your face.

He chuckles and walks over close to you, leaning over your shoulder. “Oh? Do you know what they are?” He asks, ever the nerd, curious and probably wanting their latin name.

You look up at him, eyes wide, a finger peeking out the sleeve of your hoodie to point at the jellies, “They’re friends…”

Wonwoo snorts and pats your head, not unkindly. “Yeah yeah, you always say that,” he says, before walking over to the wall to read the little blurb about the jellyfish, trying to ignore how his brain is running 100 thoughts a second about how cute you are.

“If you’re not careful they’ll replace your spot as my best friend,” You mutter under your breath, grabbing your phone out to take some pictures of the tank in front of you.

Wonwoo scoffs, “That's rich coming from the one who eats seafood.” The smile on his face betrays the tone of his voice.

You turn your head towards him, and if looks could kill, well, Jeon Wonwoo would be happy to die if it meant your eyes were on him. "Having a food intolerance does not give you a moral high ground, Wonwoo," you say. "Besides, I doubt the jellyfish would even want to be friends with you, you big meanie." You punctuate the end of your sentence by sticking out your tongue at him.

He rolls his eyes fondly and grabs your arm, “C’mon, I wanna go see the sharks, you can put your honours research into good use and tell me all about them,”

“Dude,” You grin, following him to the next section of the aquarium. “I’m not studying this stuff just to be your museum guide.”

Wonwoo’s response dies on the tip of his tongue as you enter the next room, the large overhead tanks teeming with sharks, stingrays, and other sea life. His mouth falls slightly open as he takes it all in. You giggle, watching him, familiar with this response; the way he goes all quiet and observant whenever he sees something he’s interested in. Despite having been to this aquarium before, he looks on in quiet wonder.

Nudging his side, you get him to move forward. “C’mon, we’re gonna block up the entryway,” He nods, pulling out his camera to start taking photos of the large fish.

As you walk through the large exhibit, Wonwoo drinks up all the information you give him. From shark facts, to environmental policy, he listens, content and keen to learn.

Suddenly, Wonwoo points towards a shark on a section of coral and rock on the floor of the tank. “What’s that?” he asks, in that deep but curious tone that he always seems to use when anything piques his interest.

You look at the small spotted shark and let out a laugh, “That’s a catshark.” You look up at him with amusement, “Of course that would catch your attention the most Jeon,”

Wonwoo looks bashful, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. “It's cute,” he says, justifying his attention.

“Okay catboy, go take some photos of it and then let's go to the turtles,” Your teasing tone may not fail to give away the affection you feel for the dork standing in front of you, but if he looked your way he would see it written all over your face.

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“I wanna get a jellyfish one! Or… maybe a turtle,” You think aloud while Wonwoo hums as the both of you look at the vast range of plush toys in the aquarium gift shop. “We could get matching jelly-” You start, turning towards Wonwoo, “Oh,”

Wonwoo’s face heats up as he stares back at you, holding two catshark plushies that he pulled out of the massive bin of soft toys underneath the shelves you had been looking at. “Or we could get one of these?” He offers tentatively.

Your face softens into a sweet smile. “Okay, let's do it, but let me find a jellyfish keyring too!”

Wonwoo smiles back at you before heading to the back of the line for the register. As he does so, the young girl in front of him taps him on the knee.

“Mister,” She starts, timidly, her grandparent smiling encouragingly from just behind her. “I just wanted to say.. You and your partner are very cute,”

Wonwoo’s face burns red, he nods and smiles awkwardly at the girl before she runs back to her grandparent. He fiddles with the tags on the soft toys before you appear next to him.

“I found the keyrings!” You exclaim, smiling brightly at Wonwoo. “They were surprisingly hard to find..” You murmur as you shake the small jellyfish trinkets, watching the glitter move around in the middle of the keyring.

Wonwoo hopes his blush has settled as he smiles only slightly awkwardly back at you. “Did you get one for me?” He asks, taking a step forward in the line.

“Of course!” The keychains clink in your hand as you reply.

Wonwoo smiles at you before looking forward. His mind is running a hundred miles per hour; is it weird that he’s not talking? Is it awkward? Should he say something? Do the both of you really look like a couple? Would you hate it if you both did?

“Thanks, Next!” The younger looking student at the counter snaps him back into reality, hands up, ready to take and scan the items. He pops the plushies onto the counter, and you wait patiently behind him. You place your head on his shoulder as he pays and his cheeks heat up at the contact.

He doesn’t understand why all of this is affecting him now - his friends have never failed to give him crap about this before. Apparently all it takes is a little girl, a stranger, to compliment him on his chemistry with you and his whole world falls apart. He pays for the plushies and moves to the side so you can buy the keyrings.

“Earth to Wonwoo!” You call out to him once you’re done paying. “What's going on in that head of yours?”

He grins at you sheepishly, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” before linking his arm with yours in a way that he hopes is not awkward and not Too Much.

You roll your eyes, “Come on, lets go get some lunch, I was thinking of going to get malatang,”

“Lead the way,” He chuckles as you drag him out of the giftshop, bumping your head against him.

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You’re sat opposite him after ordering, the hotpot restaurant relatively quiet for a friday. “Where are you gonna put your keychain?” you ask, pulling the trinkets out of the paper bag and placing them on the table between you.

He raises an eyebrow at you, “On my keys?” He says, picking up one of them and gently taking the price tag off of it. “Are you not?”

You roll your eyes, “Fair enough I guess.” You pull out your card wallet from your tote bag. Wonwoo looks on affectionately as he realises that it's the wallet he got you in your first year of uni, when he, a year ahead of you, had gone abroad and brought back a collection of souvenirs for you. He notes the wear and tear on the corners and the cute sticker on the back of it as you hook the key ring onto the eyelet of the wallet.

“Look! How cute does it look? So much better than just on my keys right?” You hold up the wallet proudly, shaking it slightly so that the key ring shakes. He fondly notices how the glitter in the trinket matches the chipped gel on your fingernails.

Pouting slightly with one eyebrow raised, he replies; “You think I’m lame for having it on my keys?”

You let out a laugh and a snort, “Wonwoo, you are so lame wherever you put it.”

“Hey!” He cries indignantly, fighting the smile off of his face. “ Fine, I won’t put it anywhere then.”

The smile drops off of your face, “No!” You whine, “Give me your camera bag, it’ll be cute on there,”

He acquiesces silently, handing his little point and shoot camera bag over for you to fiddle with. Your tongue sticks out as you focus, looking for a place secure enough to put the keychain onto. Happy with the little strap on the side of the bag, you clip the keychain on.

Wonwoo watches on adoringly as you happily place the camera bag down on the table next to your wallet. Satisfied with the placement of both of the keyrings, you pull your phone out to take photos of them together, ready to upload to your instagram story. From the glittery shark stickers and the Sana photocard on the back of your phone to the way you bite your lip in excitement over even the littlest of things, Wonwoo can’t get over you or himself.

“Have I always been down this bad for you?”

Suddenly you’re looking up at him, eyes blown out big and wide as you stare at him, mouth dropped open. “Wh-What did you just say?”

Out of the blue, the waiter appears with two large bowls of steaming malatang, “Wonwoo?” He asks.

Wonwoo nods, lips pressed together tightly, hoping and wishing that this is enough distraction for you to forget what he unknowingly said aloud. He knows he’s wishing in vain. “Y/n?” The waiter continues.

“Uh yep! Thank you so much! It looks so good!” You say, breathily, fiddling with the napkin and chopsticks next to the bowl.

“It really does,” Wonwoo murmurs after the waiter has left. He mixes in the coriander and spring onion garnish on the top as he wills his ears and cheeks to cool.

“Don’t you dare pretend what you just said didn’t happen, Wonwoo.” He looks up to see you staring at him intently. “Were you serious?” You ask, your voice now soft and vulnerable.

“Of course,” he replies, just as softly. “How could I not be? You’re my best friend, my biggest support, and,” he chuckles, shaking his head before he looks back at you, “I don’t think there is anyone in the entire world as sweet as you, no matter how much you pay me out for everything I do.”

“Oh,” you breathe out, a smile creeping shyly onto your face.

“Y/n, I can’t imagine not having you by my side.” His hand reaches out tentatively to yours, stopping you from fiddling with the napkin nervously. “And I am hoping so much for the chance that you feel, at least a little bit the same way… and that I’m not just making a complete fool of myself.”

Wonwoo’s breath catches as he sees the shyness in your eyes, and how your lip is caught in between your teeth in excitement. “Won, you are such a nerd, of course I feel the same.” You giggle and take his hand. “And, for the record, you’re always making a fool of yourself,”

“Hey!” He pouts before a smile breaks out on his face. You grin back at him, and let his hand go, not without a good squeeze. This time, he smiles back freely, the affection written in bold across his face, before he grabs his chopsticks and digs in.

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Later that night, after the both of you finish up with the rest of the plans you had for the day and after he had driven you home, Wonwoo lays on his bed, catshark plushie squished snug against his chest. He scrolls through instagram absentmindedly before he gets a new notification.

Instagram

>> @/jellyyn tagged you in their story

Wonwoo taps on the notification and smiles softly as the photo of your matching keyrings covers his screen. His grin widens as he sees the caption and the cute heart stickers that you’ve added to the post.

matching jellies for the boyfie and i <33

He snorts as he reads the even smaller text underneath;

promoted him to boyfriend so the jellyfish could replace him as my new best friend hehe 🤍

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writing-reference-redux · 1 month

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I felt like sharing my collection of Latin phrases that may make good fanfic or fanart titles or inspiration. Some of the translations may be off, so you might want to double-check them before use. Also, I used capitalization liberally so you might also want to check where capitalization is actually indicated.

Ab Intra (From Within)

Acta Est Fabula (The play has been performed)

Acta Sancti ___ (The Deeds of Saint ___)

Ad Undas (to the waves / to hell)

Advocatus Diaboli (Devil's advocate)

Aegri Somnia (a sick man's dreams / troubled dreams)

Alea Iacta Est (the die has been cast / point of no return)

Apologia Pro Vita Sua (defense of one's life)

Caetera Desunt (the rest is missing)

Cedere Nescio (I know not how to yield)

Damnatio Memoriae (damnation of memory / denying someone ever lived)

De Nobis Fabula Narratur (their story is our story)

Decessit Vita Patris (died before their father)

Diem Perdidi (I have lost the day)

Dies Tenebrosa Sicut Nox (a day as dark as night)

Dolor Hic Tibi Proderit Olim (some day this pain will be useful to you)

Dulce Est Desipere In Loco (It is sweet on occasion to play the fool)

Dum Vivimus, Vivamus (while we live, let us live)

Dux Bellorum (war leader)

Ex Umbra In Solem (from the shadow into the light)

Festina Lente (hurry slowly)

Fortis Cadere, Cedere Non Potest (the brave may fall, but can not yield)

Fui Quod Es, Eris Quod Sum (I once was what you are, you will be what I am)

Graviora Manent (heavier things remain / the worst is yet to come)

Haec Olim Meminisse Iuvabit (one day, this will be pleasing to remember)

Hic Mortui Vivunt (here the dead speak)

Hinc Illae Lacrimae (hence those tears)

Hodie Mihi, Cras Tibi (Today it's me, tomorrow it will be you - of death)

Iacate Et Scire (Be still and know)

In Ictu Oculi (in the blink of an eye)

In Somnis Veritas (in dreams there is truth)

Inter Spem Et Metum (between hope and fear)

Lapsus Memoriae (slip of memory)

Luctor, Non Mergor (I struggle, but am not overwhelmed)

Lux Ex Tenebris (light from darkness)

Media Vita In Morte Sumus (In the midst of our lives we die)

Memento Mori (remember that you will die)

Memento Vivere (remember to live)

Morior Invictus (I die unvanquished / death before defeat)

Mundus Senescit (the world grows old)

Nemini Parco (I spare no one - death)

Nitimur In Vetitum (we strive for the forbidden)

Non Ducor, Duco (I am not led; I lead)

Non Omnis Moriar (I shall not all die / part of me will survive beyond death)

Nunc Scio Quid Sit Amor (now I know what love is)

Oderint Dum Metuant (let them hate, so long as they fear)

Omnia Mutantur (everything changes)

Onus Probandi (burden of proof)

Opera Posthuma (posthumous works)

Ophidia In Herba (a snake in the grass)

Pax Aeterna (eternal peace - a common epitaph)

Primum Non Nocere (first do no harm)

Pulvis Et Umbra Sumus (we are dust and shadow)

Quis Leget Haec? (who will read this?)

Quod Periit, Periit (what Is gone is gone)

Res, Non Verba (deeds, not words)

Respice Finem (consider the end)

Scientia Et Sapientia (knowledge and wisdom)

Seculo Seculorum (forever and ever)

Sed Terrae Graviora Manent (but on earth, worse things await)

Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum (if you want peace, prepare for war)

Sic Infit (so it begins)

Sic Vita Est (such is life)

Silentium Est Aureum (silence is golden)

Sine Nomine (without a name / author unknown)

Sola Dosis Facit Venemum (the dose makes the poison)

Solvitur Ambulando (it is solved by walking / simple tests find solutions)

Stamus Contra Malum (we stand against evil)

Succisa Virescit (cut down, we grow back stronger)

Sum Quod Eris (I am what you will be - of death)

Summum Bonum (the supreme good)

Summum Malum (the supreme evil)

Sunt Lacrimae Rerum (there are tears for things)

Sunt Omnes Unum (they are all one)

Tabula Rasa (blank slate)

Transire Benefaciendo (to travel along while doing good)

Tu Fui Ego Eris (I was you; you will be me - of death)

Ubi Amor, Ibi Dolor (where there is love, there is pain)

Ultima Forsan (perhaps the last / sundial quote "perhaps your last hour")

Usque Ad Finem (until the end / fight to the death)

Vi Et Animo (with heart and soul)

Victoria Aut Mors (victory or death)

Vincit Qui Patitur (he conquers who endures)

Vita Ante Acta (a life done before - of reincarnation)

Vivere Militare Est (to live is to fight)

Vox Clamantis In Deserto (the voice of one crying in the wilderness)

There are also some longer ones that may not make good titles because of their length, but are still worth inclusion:

Aut Simul Stabunt Aut Simul Cadent (they will either stand together or fall together)

Flectere Si Nequeo Superos, Acheronta Movebo (if I can not reach Heaven I will raise Hell)

Forsan Et Haec Olim Meminisse Iuvabit (perhaps even these things will be good to remember one day)

Igitur Qui Desiderat Pacem, Praeparet Bellum (therefore whoever desires peace, let him prepare for war)

In Regione Caecorum Rex Est Luscus (in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king)

Minus Malum Toleratur Ut Maius Tollat (choose the lesser evil so a greater evil may be averted)

Quem Deus Vult Perdere, Dementat Prius (whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad)

Ubi Sunt, Qui Ante Nos Fuerunt? (Where are they, those who have gone before us?)

Virtus Junxit Mors Non Separabit (that which virtue unites, let not death separate)

#words #writing #writing reference #title suggestions #latin #latin words #latin phrases #writblr #writers on tumblr #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfics #fanart

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mulderscully · 2 months

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i feel like the last 24 hours in the rwrb fandom really stressed me out because i honestly do not really care if nick and taylor are actually best friends. i do think they are friends, i think they love each other and it's sweet. but that doesn't affect me at all, personally. what is so upsetting is like... i read red, white and royal blue for alex. i read it because he is latino. like me. taylor plays alex. alex is the lead. and henry is just as important as alex in the end, and i think the work nick did as henry is instrumental and not something anyone else could have done. but alex is the main main character. and taylor did an amazing job as alex, he loves that story and character for the same reason latine fans do, because he is latino. this is a major thing.

so when nick is having a project take off and people use a beautiful thing like that to tear taylor down and insult him, wonder when he's gonna "break" (keep in mind, his sister recently died) and insists that nicholas hates taylor and that he looks down on red, white and royal blue because that somehow validates nick and his talent that is racist as fuck.

first of all, you hear nicholas say, various times, that he and taylor are friends for life, and denying this makes him a liar. secondly, you want to be someone who looks down on what undoubtedly will forever be the biggest role of his career? a role that means so much to so many queer people and who have pretty much all agreed that he played it perfectly that no one else could have done it.

why? why? why do you want him to feel this way? it's because YOU feel this way. because you want the man of color to be beneath the white man (until it's smut, of course then the man of color would never bottom!) nick doesn't hate taylor, he doesn't hate the movie. it means a lot to him and you make a fucking idiot of yourself putting words in his mouth and making him look like an asshole that he isn't to hide YOUR RACISM.

rwrb es para los latinos and get the fuck over it. when you're racist and xenophobic to taylor, you're doing it to us too.

#i'm a bit high and i had to say it bc it rly on my chest #nicholas galitzine #taylor zakhar perez #rwrb

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copias-sewer-rat · 5 months

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IN HIS IMAGE [SECONDO x f!reader] - CHAPTER II

Secondo is absent and you deeply miss him, what antics will you too come up with to make the separation a bit more tolerable?

Welcome to the 1% plot of this fic. I wanted to try something fantastical/ritualistic for this one, hope you don’t mind.

tw/tags: smut, +18 warning, established relationship, m/f relationship, phone sex, dirty talk, use of sex toys, satanic ritual mention, mention of dagger, semi public sex (kinda?), dom!Secondo, possesive Secondo, p in v action, cowboy. 3.7K words

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You feel fucking lonely.

Secondo had left for a business trip, for a week! How dared he? Didn’t he know how much you love him? How much you miss him? It is only Wednesday, he is supposed to come back on Sunday. You cannot take it anymore, wearing his clothes, chatting with him, looking at his pictures, everything makes you even sadder and you are at your limit.

There is something you could do, something to quiet the ache existing between your legs (and in your heart, but right now your pussy is winning the battle against your heart). A few weeks back you had acquired a dildo with the form of your lover’s shaft… However, the thought of using it alone felt almost sacrilegious… good thing then that you were a Satanist. Good fucking thing…

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A month earlier…

The altar was dimly lit with a few black candles and the light of the full moon hovering over the chapel. Secondo stood there, atop of the set of stairs, preparing the altar. A beautiful ornate dagger in his hands, a simple dark green robe covering his body, the same one you were wearing. It was cold but somehow you could feel Secondo’s body heat reaching to you from the considerable distance that separated you both. The Olde one must have been present, must have known how much you long for each other.

“It is ready, tesoro. Are you sure you want to do this?” You smiled at him, going up the stairs slowly, meticulously, without breaking eye contact. “I know what you said cara, but this bond is meant to last forever… Are you absolutely sure?”

You grabbed his face, careful to not smudge his paints, looking into his powerful gaze, his eyes full of love. After your first adventure with the dildo, you had opened up to Secondo. Everything that worried you about the relationship, all that you felt and still feel about him: pure and unconditional love, but also anguish. Feeling like only a side plate, just a peaceful place for him to return to and nothing more. Secondo’s gaze softened when you had told him. Guilt wasn’t an emotion that he was used to feel, but when it comes to you… He felt guilty for not noticing it, for neglecting that side of your relationship for so long. After that, the laid his true feelings for you bare, raw, passionate. He also loved you deeply, fervently, eternally. He wanted to make everything official with you, it was not that he felt ashamed of being seen with you, he was afraid that the pressure, the title, the responsibilities and of himself. He feared that he would scared you off if he let you in completely. He knows better since then that you are there to stay, forever, no matter what.

“Caro, I love you, and I want to be with you always. I think that’s not too much to ask, is it?” You put your index finger over your closed lips, a mocking gesture of pondering. Secondo couldn’t avoid to laugh at your antics.

“I think that that is the most noble of reasons, tesoro…” He answered, grabbing your hand in his and pecking your lips. Before he could part you returned the kiss, a loving confirmation of your devotion. He closed his eyes and when you separated you were already looking at him when he opened them again.

“Yes, my love, I am sure…”

Without any other words he started to chant in perfect Latin, a prayer he had learned by heart so he could just focus on you, nothing else. He laid you on top of the altar, revealing your naked self to him and he did the same, taking his robe off and tossing it to the ground. Secondo took your hips, his face dimly lit by the candles, harsh shadows marking his features, his mouth still chanting in Latin something that you could not understand:

“Duo unum sunt.

Domine satanas buius caritatis testis mugire,

aeterne.”

He took you there, made love to you, so sweetly. The dagger came to play later, he made you drink from him and he drank from you. Then, he came inside of you and you came around him. Lustful union, eternal.

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Present day…

You pick your phone, sending a quick message to your partner:

‘Caro, are you free to talk?’

‘Aren’t we talking?’

‘I mean like in a phone call!’

‘ah…’

‘What you mean ah?! Are you free or not?!’

‘I was just teasing tesoro… relax… what has gotten into you?’

‘Nothing… I just miss you…’

‘Oh, you sweet thing. Give me due minuti.’

‘Okay… thank you.’

You wait, so impatiently, and then you remember that you need to get it ready. Quickly you sprint towards your bedroom wardrobe and retrieve the object you long for: the dildo. It looks like the first day, big, wide, a bit fantastical but so unmistakably him. You want for Secondo to know how much you actually miss him, how deeply you want to feel him… all-the-time.

You rush back to your bed and take off your pajama pants, leaving you only dressed with one of Secondo’s old tees and your black lace panties, one of Secondo’s favorite pairs . The shirts are always too big for you, but you do not care. Secondo himself was known for being somewhat of a monster in terms of size (all the sizes). Being as tall as some of the tallest ghouls, buff and a bit tender, soft tum, perfect to lay your head against to take a nap, voluptuous man boobs and a firm butt and thighs. He is also very strong, like dead lifting strong. Even at his age he was able to carry you around using only one arm.

You began to picture it, Secondo lifting you up, slapping your ass like a raw piece of meat, whispering in your ear all the depravities he is going to do to you… You start to feel hot again, your nipples poking the cold fabric of the shirt and you take a whiff of it. It smells like expensive alcohol, mint and burnt wood… and of his sweat. You asked him to wear a couple of shirts before he left so you could wear them yourself. This particular one, an old Missfits tee, was one of his favorites (and yours too). Particularly, he had worn it right before he left, while exercising. You saw him lifting himself on the exercise bar that hangs on your bathroom door, wearing only a pair of boxers, which absolutely let on the fact that he was hard all the time while exercising, and that tee… let’s say that the boxers didn’t stay on for far too long after that.

The memory is enough to get you soaking wet. You are about to act on your desires when suddenly the phone rings. You groan, but then you remember who is going to be at the other way of the phone call.

“Hello handsome…” You say, trying to sound seductive, but it sounds more needy than anything.

“Buonasera cuore mio… Is there anything wrong?”

“Yes… a lot of things actually, but first… are you alone?” You ask, a playful grin adorning your lips.

“Si… I had to excuse myself on behalf of a very urgent phone call… They told me I could use a private office to do so…”

“Good… the matter is very urgent indeed.”

“What is it tesoro? Are you hurt?” Secondo asks and you have to use all the will power in you to keep a straight face.

“Yes, I am caro, very hurt. My feelings are hurt, I miss you so much I cannot sleep, I want you to hold me close, I want to feel you everywhere, to make me yours again…” There is a long pause… you can only hear Secondo’s deep breaths, not in an exasperated manner, but in a trying to control himself way.

“Tesoro… we had a very long goodbye session to avoid these kinds of issues, remember?” You blush at the memory.

“Well… yes…” you answer, trying to sound hurt “it is your fault thatI need you all the time…”

“Maybe it is…” Secondo agrees with a thinking tone. “Do you have any idea that might lessen your pain tesoro?”

“As a matter of fact, yes, I do.” He hums, trying to control himself, but you can hear his elaborate breathing through the speaker. “I have remembered that there is something here with me that can help me… maybe you could guide me with it?”

“Oh, glorioso Satana. Do you have it with you now?”

“I do.”

“Bene…”

“What should I do first Papa?” You ask, sounding so submissive, so ready for him.

“Fucking- first you should take off your pants dear…”

“Already done sweetie. I am wearing nothing but your shirt and my lacy black panties.” You hear a deep groan at the other side of the call.

“Tesoro, you know how much I love those… and you are wearing my shirt… holy fuck you must look so fucking perfetta… so sinful, so tempting, la mia mela…” The tone is sultry, slow, sensual… how bad you wish you had him in front of you. His breath slows down, it sounds heavy, it even feels heavy. It is wet, needy, full of lust and you can only swoon.

“More caro, tell me more… what next?” You ask, biting your lip.

“Mmmm, remove your panties for me you sweet thing, slowly… leave the shirt on, I want it back smelling of you, of your arousal…” It is inevitable, the moan that escapes you and you want him to hear it so badly. You do as he says, the wetness in you getting hit by how cold the air of the room feels. The contrast makes you shiver slightly, but it only feels uncomfortable for a moment.

“It is done, I am bare now but for your shirt.”

“Fuck… give me a moment dear…” The sound of fabric rustling does not escape you, neither does the sound of the zipper going down. He must be getting his cock out of the confinement of his pants.

“What are you doing caro?” You ask knowingly, trying to hold a giggle.

“I am letting my fucking cock free so I can fuck you like you deserve my sweet…” You blush, deeply. “Nothing else but my cock can fuck you, only me… only my cock.”

“Yes Papa…” You agree and he groans. He must have done something, how badly you wish you could see him. However, the intrigue… it fuels your imagination to no end. In your mind he is in front of your, sitting comfortably on the armchair at the other corner of the room, guiding you, stroking his cock, groaning in pleasure, telling you how good you are fucking his cock.

You are waiting for something, a word, a command. Secondo is taking his time, teasing you. He knows how imaginative you are and he is letting you suffer. That fucker…

“Caro, please… What should I do now?” You whine and Secondo chuckles deeply. He is pleasuring himself, you imagine and you almost want to do the same yourself, fuck his orders, you want to fuck him so badly it is eating you from the inside.

“Così poca pazienza… Va bene, spit on your hand and stroke my cock with it dear, I need it nice and wet for you…” You do, slowly but surely you coat his entire member with your spit. It feels a little weird doing this to a dildo, but then you hear Secondo’s soft moans and you know the ritual is indeed working. The dildo is even emiting some sort of bluish glow and then you know. He is before you, you are stroking his real cock and it feels so warm.

“Brava ragazza, I can fucking feel you, your hand… is that weird?” He asks and your breath fastens.

“I can feel you, my love. Your dick, it is so big… fuck…”

“Cazzo, tesoro… I am going to fuck you… so much, so good, so perfect per me…”

“Please, Secondo, please fuck me already. Don’t tease me any longer.”

“Such a beggar, so needy for my cock… Sit on it my sweet, and let me hear you.”

You oblige once again, grabbing the toy. Sitting on your knees, you lift yourself up a bit and place the dildo right bellow you and descend slowly until you fill it rubbing your entrance. It is difficult, but you manage to sink on it with only one hand, the other one busy holding your phone, a very desperate Secondo breathing your moans through the machine.

“Fucking hell, fuck, fuck, fuck, so big…”

“Ecco, mia cara, stai andando così bene, prendimi intero…” He says as you slowly as you continue your descend, Secondo’s form stretching you. Suddenly, it is filling you entirely and you gasp. You know your knees will be hurting in the morning, but you don’t give a shit. What matters is that he is inside of you, you can feel him, pulsating inside, a faint glow coming for your wet entrance. The ritual did indeed fucking work.

“What are you doing now tesoro?”

“I am seating on you cock, gosh, it is so big, so perfect. The perfect fit.”

“Fuck… move up and down for me bella and let me hear how wet you are against my cock…” You do as he says and put the phone on speaker, placing it on the bed next to where the action is happening. You lift yourself slowly and then go back down with force, gasping for air once again once you make it all the way down again. “Dammit, that sounded so fucking wet, and I can feel it, your pussy, so tight… Is it all in?” Secondo asks almost without breath.

“It… it is, my love, you feel so good… I have missed you so much…”

“Tesoro, I have missed you so much as well… cazzo.” You wish you could see him right now, he must be so fucking hard.

“What are you doing, caro?”

“I am fucking deep inside of you, that’s what… And I am going to let you ride me, baby. Can you do that for me?” No words leave your lips, just a simple hum of confirmation. “Brava. Lean over and place your hands on the mattress, imagine it is my pecs.”

“Yeah… dear Satan bellow…” You moan, as you feel the dildo move slightly out of you, granting some relief.

“Very good, that’s it. Now rise your hips slowly.” You do as he says and the dildo slowly gets further from your core. “Now start with a rhythmic motion, circular, up and down, take whatever you need from me my dear…”

You are too lost to do anything else, Secondo’s voice feeling like master guiding every move of a puppet. You go up and down, feeling his actual heat, his twitching, his very form. Your hands even if they are on top of the mattress do not feel the soft sheets, but a pair of hairy pecks, hard and voluptuous.

“Caro, ah- where are you?” You ask, trying to fuel your mental image of him.

“I- I am on top of a desk, laying up, shit- I can feel you on top of me tesoro… can you feel me too?”

“I fucking can Secondo, holy shit… You are right here with me- ah- fuck- so good…” You moan, when you feel a pair of hands grabbing your thighs. “Fuck me! FUCK! Secondo I need to go faster… can I go faster? Please-ah?” The plead escaping you with the remnants of your breath.

“Donna peccatrice, cazzo, vai più veloce per me… yes, my love, go fucking faster.”

You pick up the pace, the circular motions long forgotten, you are just going up and down and you swear that there is a noise of flesh hitting flesh in the room. You wonder if Secondo can hear it too. The wetness inside is out of this world. You have learned by heart how Secondo feels, his muscles, his body hair, his mouth finding all the spots that make you wild, his cock… How he parts your folds with it with such ease, how he thrusts into you like you were about to disappear, trying to keep you by his side with each slam of his hips. This is something else, the ritual must have enhanced your lust, your core is already tight, you are holding for dear life. In this position it feels like he is impaling you, the erect member between your legs like a sword thrusting to hit the exact spot that will make you cry of pleasure.

There is no sound for a moment, just muffled hums, praises and curses filled with lust. You feel like you are abandoning your body, going to a plane above this one, the ecstasies filling every inch of your body with every movement of your hips.

“Tesoro, I need to see you, per favore-ah-cazzo. You are taking me so well, I need to see your tits fucking bouncing in front of me. I need to see your face while you cum around my fucking cock ah-ah- I know you are close, I can feel it, so deep inside, it is making me go wild, tesoro.” As best as you can, you video call him, placing your phone on the pillows in front of you, trying for your whole form to be visible for him. One ring, two, then he picks up.

Secondo looks like a beautiful mess. He has placed the phone on a chair facing the desk he is lying on. His dick bouncing with every movement you do, his chest covered by a black shirt that is a couple of buttons away from being completely open. A necklace of the Ghost project falling from his chest… You don’t see his papal robes so you assume he has discarded them somewhere in the room. Once he sees you, his t-shirt hugging your sides, your pussy meeting and letting his cock in and out with such ease, the dildo glistening with your juices and the small glow from the ritual… his mouth just hangs open in pleasure.

“Fucking shit, my love, la mia colomba perfetta, amore della mia vita, sei così perfetta, così bisognosa, così lussuriosa…” You open your mouth to let out a silent scream while you observe Secondo raising his arm. His clothed finger finds your open mouth as it always does and you suck hungrily, your tongue twirling around the invisible digit. “Fuck I can feel your wet mouth around my finger, that fucking ritual… the best decision we have ever done.” You can only hum around his finger, bouncing like a happy rabbit. “Let me feel you more, you are doing so good for your Papa. I fucking love your tight pussy, your tits, your ass, so fucking ah- good.” He takes his finger from your mouth and aligns it alongside his other one to where your tits are supposed to be. He looks at you, tears wheeling in your eyes, lost in divine pleasure and he goes for it, testing the reach of the lust ritual.

He grabs your tits with force, an once again faint glow meeting his touch, his thumbs caressing your hardened nipples under your shirt. Fuck, you can feel him under your shirt. Secondo manhandles your tits expertly and you just lean back a bit, throwing your hands from his pecs to his thighs, digging your nails into them.

“Fuck Secondo, fuck, I am going to cum, I- fuck, fuck, fuck me- ah, I am going to cum, I- I-” You scream, the tightening in your abdomen getting more and more desperate by the second, you have been holding it for a while, waiting for Secondo to get there as well.

“Cazzo, tesoro, come together with me, feel my seed inside of you, let me fill you up, my precious little thing…”

With a couple of more thrusts you explode, the walls of your pussy contracting around the toy and also Secondo’s cock. Through your phone you can see it, his cock getting milked, your invisible walls clenching his member into blissful release, the glow around his member shinning brightly while you cum. He does as well, shooting ropes into you, and you can feel them, his hot seed filling you up. Not only that, you can see it. Through tearful eyes you see his release hitting your walls and falling into his balls and him legs. His teeth are clenched and his hands are grabbing your tits with even more force, trying to get the most pleasure out of the moment. He is so far gone that he even draws a bit of blood from his lips.

Everything feels otherworldly, the light in the room like halos, the glow from the places you are touching each other slowly fading, your shared breaths filling your ears and you suddenly collapse on the bed, as many times before. With the motion the dildo gets out from you and Secondo gasps.

The t-shirt is wet with your sweat, but it still smells like him, you sniff as you hum contently. Secondo composes himself quickly and grabs the phone. He sees you laying on the bed, a blissful smile adorning your face, your eyes closed with exhaustion and he smiles back.

“Tesoro…” he whispers “are you ok?” You just nod slightly. “You need to clean yourself my dear…” You shake your head. “My love… I need to go, please know that I love you and… I cannot wait to see you again…”

“I- I love- you…too” the phrase comes alongside a yawn, your eyes still closed, they feel too heavy, as if every bit of energy had been taken from you.

Secondo ends the call, gets himself to look decent and parts from the office room. Of course, his mind is already rummaging on what to do to you next with this newfound power of lust.

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Italian /Latintranslations:

la mia mela: my own apple

così poca pazienza… va bene: such little patience… ok

brava ragazza: good girl

per me: for me

ecco, mia cara, stai andando così bene, prendimi intero: that’s it, my dear you are doing so well, take me whole.

Duo unum sunt. Domine satanas buius caritatis testis mugire, aeterne: Two become one. Lord Satan bellow be witness of this love, eternal.

Donna peccatrice, cazzo, vai più veloce per me: Sinful woman, fuck, go faster for me

La mia colomba perfetta, amore della mia vita, sei così perfetta, così bisognosa, così lussuriosa: My perfect dove, love of my life, you look so fucking perfect, so needy, so lustful.

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 7 months

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Record of Ragnarok x Harry Potter reader. (I do hope that you know the Harry Potter series) the reader can be from the ages 11-17 and could do complex magic spells and can do all with their wand.

Got stumped at this point but I generally wanted to know how the gods and humans; especially Odin would react to this.

It could happen during the tournament or not.

-Y/N Potter, survivor of the dark lord Voldemort, a mere 11 years old, had died at the end of your first year of Hogwarts, taking your DADA teacher, Professor Quirrell and Voldemort with you, ridding the world of evil.

-While you were bummed when you arrived in Valhalla, as you had enjoyed going to Hogwarts and making friends, this new world you found yourself in was so vast and had lots of stuff to explore!

-Many of the gods were furious to learn that you lost your life fighting the battles of adults, even if you technically won because you rid the world of evil, and the human warriors were quick to adopt you as their own.

-You were so small, and after you told them how you were treated by your aunt, uncle, and dumpty cousin, it was no wonder why, and your massive adoptive family were very quick to start spoiling you and showering you with love, praise, and all the snacks you could ever want to eat!

-After learning a bit more about Hogwarts, Odin and Loki became your teachers on how to use magic, teaching you Latin and the basics of magic.

-This was totally unlike how you were being taught at Hogwarts! You were learning spells and skills that most didn’t learn until they were an adult- after they graduated!! And you were still only eleven!

-That was one downside, as you died at your prime, so you wouldn’t grow anymore after this, so you were forever stuck as a child. Some things about it wasn’t bad, as you got out of trouble a lot and many loved to hug you like you were a little kid, but there were times you wanted to be treated like an adult, which some thought was cute.

-There were a few, like Thor, Lu Bu, and Nikola, who treated you like an adult, Thor and Lu Bu because they treated you like everyone else when they were teaching you things, and Nikola did it because he could see your drive for learning and was quick to figure out that you were way smarter than you seemed.

-You enjoyed spending time with Jack the most, mainly because the two of you would discuss books you’ve both read over afternoon tea, something you weren’t allowed to participate in while you had been alive until you reached Hogwarts.

-You did find, however, much to Loki’s amusement, that you quite enjoyed being underestimated by those who didn’t know you, thinking you were just some twiggy, dorky looking kid, only for you to easily hand their asses to them without moving a single inch!

-You were definitely a force to be reckoned with, not only with your own skills and powers, but with your massive family now in your corner, backing you up.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror loki #ror odin #ror jack the ripper #ror thor #ror lu bu #ror nikola tesla

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freedomfireflies · 9 months

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July Fic Recs 🤍

Rabbit Rabbit!! I hope June was a beautiful month for you all! Filled with love, relaxation, and really good stories!!

I feel like this is one of the best places to be on the internet because I always meet so many kind, talented, and insanely creative people! The stories I've gotten to disappear into this month are some of my favs so, without further ado...

~ Not Another Time by @be-with-me-so-happily

Summary: Harry is used to things getting crazy on tour. What he wasn't ready for is how much he misses YN during the Latin American leg of his tour. But at the Rio de Janeiro show, he needs to expect the unexpected.

The sequel to Could We Not, and a beautiful depiction of Harry's love and fear for somebody he loves! It felt so realistic, and I could actually feel Harry's stress while I read 😭💞

~ One More by @harry-on-broadway

"It never failed to surprise you just how well you fit in his arms."

This was so cute, I'm actually still crying??? A sweet blurb about the show before the last show. I wished on every star to be able to crawl into this story and live in it. Sadly, it hasn't worked yet.

~ Been There All Along by @lonelycowgirls

Summary: Where Stella goes to Harry’s last night at Madison Square Garden and gets a call that could change everything.

If really Harry isn't somewhat like this...I'm suing. Honestly

~ Zipper by @1d1195

"Harry was a smart guy, but he truly hadn’t a clue as to why he was so mad at the prospect of liking her."

The cutest, the most beautifully written, the sweetest story IN. THE. WORLD. The title alone deserves every award ever, but the connection to the plot??????? I'm still thinking about it

~ Love Don't Cost A Thing by @justmystyles

Such a beautiful concept!! I like conversations and stories like this because they really do feel so real! It helps really immerse you in the every day life of a relationship with him. And the line, "It's an us thing," LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREE!!!

~ Mutually Beneficial by @cherryjuiceblues

Summary: Y/N finds life difficult and Harry just wants to make her feel good.

I mean...we all just want a man that wants to make us feel good as much as this one does...AM I WRONG???

~ Guilty by @jarofstyles

Best Friend's Dad!

Everything they write is perfection and this sexy ass age gap story is no different, I am actually still sweating and convulsing I AM A SIMP

~ I Want Forever by @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite

Summary- Harry and Y/N broke up early into Love On Tour. Harry struggled to truly move on, as did Y/N. With tour over, a lost soul shows up at Y/N’s door one night, ready for forever.

Straight perfection, let's be real! A ring, the final show, AND AN ANGSTY, FLUFFY HARRY?? *chefs kiss*

~ Eros (Cupid) Harry by @0nlythrowharrybeaux

Harry is Eros and he is absolutely smitten with a human.

Listen, he absolutely would be this cute and you BEST BELIEVE I'm so down bad for this man...I literally foam at the mouth when I think about it, AND HE'S FUNNY?? Dead on sight

~ Personal by @shawnxstyles

summary: you and harry are best friends who tell each other everything. or so you thought. when harry finds out you’ve barely done anything sexual, he offers to change that. and then things get a little… personal.

Best friend Harry helping you out. Need I say more?? I NEEDN'T

~ Scared by @adorebeaa

You and Harry have your first argument right before his final show in Italy, about his final show in Italy.

THE CUTEST MOST DEVASTATING ADDITION TO THE FINAL SHOW!!! CRIED FOR HOURS

~ Y/N and Harry are expecting a baby, and they’re both very impatient by @tobesolonely

I mean...delicious honestly 😭 Just...wow

~ Sex Therapist by @tsumtsumrry

in which Harry helps you out a bit, and he’s not actually a sex therapist. (but he might as well be)

I am...scarily attracted to this man. And I am okay with that 😭💞

~ Brother's Best Friend by @helladirections

Summary: Harry is YN’s brother’s best friend and YN isn’t a little kid anymore. Featuring Italrry, teasing, and a sea view.

He is....so hot. I genuinely have no other words to describe it honestly. It's...it's bad over here for me

~ Complicated Freak by @lukesaprince

Summary: Where you’ve been hooking up with your best friend’s dad and decide to tease him with a tiny bikini.

I think about this man once a week at least...okay fine, once a day. oKAY FINE I THINK ABOUT HIM ALL THE TIME and I'm okay with that

And a shout-out to @londonharry for providing us with all the gifs we've been needing to help us through our depression 🫶 You do the Lord's work, thank you!!

I hope you all find some amazing things to discover!! Cannot wait to see you again next month!! 💞

Previous Recs:

~ Fic Rec Number 1

~ Fic Rec Number 2

~ Fic Rec Number 3

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nattinatalia · 11 months

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Jack Harlow x Reader Instagram AU

A/N : This was supposed to be out Mother’s Day weekend 😳 read this first 💐

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jackharlow Feliz día de las madres to the love of my life. Baby, you make me the happiest person ever. Thank you for our babies, thank you for always going above and beyond for our family, thank you for loving us the way that you do. Thank you for teaching me something new every day. But most importantly, thank you for being you. Life wouldn’t be the same without you by my side. Mia and Ezequiel are the luckiest kids ever to have a super mama like you, te ami mi amor 😘 💜

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yourusername I FUCKING LOVE YOU BABY!!!!!! You really did spoil me so darn much 🥺 & the fact that you not only celebrate me on Latin Mother’s Day, but the gringos mother day as well. Love my babies for life.

jackharlow You deserve to be celebrated every day 😘

yourbestiename Not you sending me voice memos on how to spell certain words in Spanish 😭 we love a dedicated man’s.

jackharlow Thank you for that 🙌🏼

claybornharlow Happy latin Mother’s Day to you sis.

yourusername Thank you hermanito 🫶🏼

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yourusername When you jokingly tell your husband you want a pink Lambo….. Jackman, you really take me by surprise every damn day! It’s not just about the gifts, you know this. I know I said to return this, but don’t blame me if I actually end up keeping it 🙈 I love you, thank you for spoiling me this morning Mi amor.

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jackharlow What my baby wants, my baby gets. Even if you were joking about it!!!!! I love you.

druski damn bitch buy me one next

jackharlow You’re not my wife

druski I’m better, it’s called life partners hoe.

jackharlow Get out of here 🤣🤣

yourbestiename Ohh okay go off white boy, he did the damn thang.

urbanwyatt Let me take it for a spin?

yourusername I’ll think about it 🧐

neelamthadhani He didn’t 🤦🏻‍♀️

yourusername He did 🥰

claybornharlow Spoiling his wife as he should

cozane That’s hard asf. I need to borrow it.

mamamaggie PICK ME UP!!!!!!

yourusername On my way mama 🫶🏼

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yourusername My babies spoiled me today and every day. I’m forever thankful for the life I get to live next to my family 🥺💜 happy Mother’s Day to all the beautiful mamas.

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jackharlow You deserve everything and more.

mamamaggie They did amazing huh?

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jackharlow Celebrating you all year long, because you deserve it.

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yourusername Te amo 🥰 🥺😘

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mamamaggie Druski is always stirring the pot, now I know why Urb and yourbestiename are always trying to fight him

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druski I was looking out for you Maggie 😡 no need to attack me now

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yourusername Dinner date with the love of my life ❤️

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druski I’m over the Mother’s Day posts we get it. This is his birthday all over again.

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druski & your ass doesn’t either so sit your white ass down

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yourbestiename Cassie said “ohhh Tio Jack Jack handsome.”

jackharlow 🥺

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yourusername That’s a wrap on mothers day weekend. I love my little family 🫶🏼 thank you to my husband for making every year so special and for showering me with so much love every day. I love you ❤️

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jackharlow I love you baby ❤️

mamamaggie The best daughter in law I could’ve asked for. Thank you for loving my boy and for my wonderful grandchildren.

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druskispamaccount Sure did because no one is going to stop me from saying what I believe in.

jackharlow What exactly is that?

druskispamaccount That one mother day post is enough. I don’t need to see it every day or for the entire week. I had enough on your birthday.

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jackharlow I’m gonna beat your ass.

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jackharlow Considered yourself blocked again. Bye.

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ilovehobi101 · 1 year

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Their concubine.

Pairing: Namor/K’ul’ku’kan x reader x Shuri, Namor/K’ul’ku’kan x Shuri

Part 2.

Warning: Infidelity M/f/f, polyamorous relationship, Dirty talk (in English and Yucatec Maya), Hickeys, Cockwarming, Creampie, Nipple play, Sweet nicknames, Pampering, love triangle, Choking, Beach Sex, Praise and degrading kink, Breeding kink, Masturbating, Cockdrunk, Spanking, Begging, Rough sex, Squirting, grammar mistakes?

Summary: You and your cousin Riri were invited to Princess Shuri's private wedding, once King Namor laid his eyes on you, he decided you will be his as well as his wife, you tried hard to say no but you couldn't resist the handsome god for long.

A/n: this is my first time writing for the MCU so be gentle with me lol, I might have focused more on Namor x reader but part 2 will be more of both. Sorry if it sucks.

You sat in awe of the beautiful wedding, your cousin was the maid of honor so you were left by yourself, Princess Shuri was gorgeous in her wedding dress and her groom was...you couldn't even describe his attractiveness. When you first saw his people you weren't shocked you mean there's a god of thunder and a purple alien so people who lived in the ocean weren't really that much of a shock at least to you, "Does anybody object?" the groom looked around as if daring anybody to say something, his dark chocolate orbs stopped on you with an emotion you couldn't read, a part of you wanted to turn around to see if he was actually looking at you but you didn't want to embarrass yourself more as when you sent an awkward smile towards him that seemed to snap him back and he looked back Shuri, with love in his eyes.

Everyone cheered, clapped, and hollered as the happy couple shared a deep passionate kiss, they pulled apart and faces their subjects "Wakanda forever! Líik’ik Talokan!" The Queen and king chanted to their people and their subjects repeated the only ones who didn't was you and Riri making you both feel out of place. the now-married couple began to walk to the after-party, and everyone followed soon after. You watch the sunset fall behind the ocean and the lights of the lanterns turn on with a drink in hand "Beautiful, isn't it?" a deep latin american accent called, you turned to look at who spoke and immediately froze as the handsome king walked up to you "Are you enjoying the party? " "it's amazing and yes it's more than beautiful" you answered hesitantly "What is your name, In hechicera? (My enchantress)” you rose your brow in confusion but told him anyways, He tested your name and oh the way it rolled off his tongue made a shiver ride up your spine before you ask for his.

"My people call me K’ul’ku’kan, My enemies call me Namor but you can call me In Ajaw'o," he smirked slyly "I want you as mine, my concubine." he spoke looking into your eyes with want and determination, you open your mouth to answer but luckily your phone ringed, saving you "I got to umm t-take this." you stutter, speed walking more like run away from Namor.

Namor softly chuckled as he watched you run away, how he can't wait to hear your pretty moans and cries for him, to hear his hips smack against your hips as your nails pierce his back, to see your lust and desperate-filled eyes begging him to use you, to please your king. You couldn't believe what just happened, you're pretty you know that but hot, attractive men barely looked at you twice and to have someone like him, who oozes dominance that you just want to submit to, allow him to do what he wished to do to you was overwhelming, to say the least. you quickly found your cousin, telling her you got to go. You thought that was the end of it but man you were wrong, it was a week after the wedding, and a necklace of silver chain with light blue, and darker blues jewels with a handwritten note on your doorstep,

' Encantadora (Enchantress) you have enchanted me with your beauty and I hope this will enhance you as you have me. I had it made by my finest jeweler, and the jewels hand-picked by me. I would love to see you adore it, in hechicera.-

- A Ajaw'o' (Your king)

You looked up past the trees to the ocean, and you wondered if he was watching. You looked back at the necklace 'fuck it' you took it inside and put it into your jewelry box. The next day another necklace arrived a gradient blue seashell with gold on the edge of it, this came with a note as well, his way with words was charmingly elegant, and gift after gift came, a row of seashells of silver and blue, a pair of earrings that wrapped around your earlobes and was shaped like a fish's side fins, seashells, and starfish covered the top and bottom of the fins, a long chain of pearls dangled down, the held colorful blue shell, it was the most beautiful of the jewelry he had sent to you "I-it's beautiful." you said in awe as you walked back into your home to put it were you kept the things Namor gifted you. You smiled then paused, this is wrong, you were openly letting princess Shuri's, your role model, husband court you if that was what he was doing. No, this couldn't continue the next gift you'll give back somehow.

You woke up bright and early, as expected another gift laid on your doormat but instead of jewelry it was a conch shell blue and white in color with a note beneath it

'Encantadora, if you wish to see me as I do, blow into this and lay it into the ocean and I will come to your call.

- A Ajaw'o'

'Huh, convenient.' you thought as you strutted your way back into your house and left the Conch Shell on your couch side table as you gathered a bag to put all his gifts, courting gifts? and begin to make your way to the beach, on the way millions of thoughts flew through your mind what struck you as odd is 'I don't what this to stop.' that almost made you pause in your step, but you finally made it 'ok all I have to do is blow this and put it into the ocean, I got this but how far?' you let the bag dropped to the sand, lifting the shell to your lips, you blew into as hard as you could, you need him to hear, and throw the shell into the ocean.

You paced back and forward, trying to gather your courage when a splash caught your attention, and your jaw dropped 'Lord, help me.' you watched as Namor walked out of the waves with short dark green shorts, a gold belt, and a neckpiece with a set of golden seashells and pearls wrapped around his neck, gold jeweled bracelets on his wrists and biceps. Namor pushed his hair out of his face, the sun shined upon him causing the water to make his brown skin seem like it was sparkling. You shut your mouth and gulped as you hyped yourself up "In hechicera. " Namor acknowledged "U-Umm I uh here!" you went to reach for the bag of jewelry but his hand stopped you and made you look up at him "Are my gifts not to your satisfaction?" He questioned, his thumb rubbing your chin "No they're absolutely beautiful but—" "Then why rejected me In yakunaj? (My Love) " he questioned again, his lips centimeter away, his dark eyes gazing into yours "I..i" you didn't want too but you wanted him, with your entire being, you wanted to feel what it was like to be fucked by a god it wouldn't hurt for a day right? You could just say no more after, yeah that's what you'll do.

"Please.." you whispered, Namor smirked and his lips laid upon yours, his hands on your waist pulling you against his hardening bulge. A whimper climbs its way out of you as his hot tongue explores your mouth, and your breathing became uneven when you felt his hand wrap around your nape and his other groping your ass. "Le mía, in jats'uts concubina." he whispered against your lips, moving on to kiss your shoulder and gently manhandle you to lay on the sand, you could feel yourself become wet, and your patience grows thin "Please, I need you!" you beg, bucking your hips against him"Yes? What does my concubine want?" he growled, biting and sucking your neck, "Fuck me, please I feel like I'll die if you don't," you whine, grinding your clothed cunt hard against his hard member.

"Toop (Fuck). take off your clothes." Namor hissed, his cock twitching to be inside of you. You happily do what he ordered, how can you say no to a king, a fucking hot ass king like him, you practically rip your shirt, bra, skirt, and underwear off, and your cheeks felt got as you watch what he'd do. Namor took a moment to admire you, your pussy was glistening with your arousal, your breasts move up and down for your heavy breathing, your eyes held desperation for him and your lips parted just a little bit, he wanted so badly to make your lips swollen with his kisses but he was a benignant king, he will make your wish come true. Namor spread his pre-cum down his cock to lubricate, making it a bit easier, he knew it might hurt, his cock wasn't average, he was thick and long but fuck he couldn't wait.

"Ready in yakunaj?" he smirked, his cock head nudging your drooling core, you only nodded with excitement, Namor chuckled and kissed you as he slide home, balls deep "Joder ti', jump'éel coño jach apretado, perfecto utia'al a ajawo'" He groaned in his native tongue "Fuck, such a tight pussy, perfect for your king." he translated, gritted his teeth as his skilled hips began to work. His pace was slow at first, letting you get used to him but that didn't last long, his dick drilled into you like no man has as if he'll never fuck another pussy, feral growls left him as he suck at your neck, marking you his, your moans and whines, his growls and groans, skin slapping was all you could hear.

You gasped, his mouth engulfing your hardened nipple, and his large hand hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, his cock now hitting the ring of your cervix, fucking you into the sand"FUCK! Go-gonna cum!" you cried, tears in corner of your glossy orbs, "Cum, Encantadora ." Namor ordered after letting go of your nipple, his brown eyes locked with yours and like that you cummed making a mess on Namor's dick and the sand below you, Namor buried his face into your neck to muffle his loud groan as he thrusted hard, dumping his cum into you, filling every part of your walls. Namor took a moment to regain his senses before he slowly pulled out with a wetting pop that made you flustered as his and your cum came out like a river onto the already cum covered sand. "You are mine," he said slowly, with seriousness, you knew it was true, you were kidding yourself when you thought you could say no to this man "Yours," you replied, you knew this wouldn't last but fuck you'll enjoy well you can.

You thought your relationship was gonna be all about sex but it was more than that, even though he was busy as the king of Talocan and now Wakanda he still made time for you. He let you show him your likes and your dislikes, and hobbies, he let you cook your favorite foods for him, although he did not show you knew he liked it, he watched your favorite movies while you cuddled, your head under his chin and his strong arm wrapped around you. Your favorite moment is when you showed him 'the little mermaid', he said nothing but you could see he wanted to, wanting to respect your likes, but it wasn't one-sided he showed you dances of his people, showed you how to paint, and teach you some words of his native language, he even trusted you enough give you kimoyo beads that Princess Shuri updated that allow the wearer could visit talocan with a skin-tight suit but still able to protect them and he showed you how his people tamed whales, beautiful fish you ever thought you'd see up clos.

That night he made love to you, you tricked yourself into not seeing it that way but it was broken when on the edge of unconsciousness, he whispered that he loved you, he had fallen in love with you, and how you truly were an enchantress. You fall asleep with a smile, knowing he felt the same.

"In hechicera let's go for a swim, I want to show you something," Namor spoke catching your attention from your book "Ok let me get dressed" you smiled excited to see more of his world "What you have on is enough, let's go." he got up and made his way out the door with you rushing to keep up. The trip didn't take so long, you both stopped at a stone ring which Namor put his hands in, and suddenly a current of water appeared, Namor looked at you, a mischievous glint in his browns "wait no!—" you screamed as he grinned, taking your hand and swimming into the strong current, dragging you with him. You squeeze your eyes shut from fear, relaxing only a bit when you felt his muscular arms, protecting you. "Open your eyes" he whispered after you made it to your destination, hesitantly you opened your eyes and silently gasped, a beautiful city stands before you was this talocan? "let's go." he gestured as he swam to the city, you not far away.

As you both continue swam until you were in the capital city, you looked around you kids were playing, adults buying and selling stuff, and some even waved at you "Hola, mmm in wéetlail yéetel Teene' ichilo'ob teech ki'ichpam. (Hello umm me and my friends think you're beautiful)" A little girl came up to you and nervously looked back at her friends who were just as nervous, you gazed back at her friends with a soft smile and back at her "Hola yéetel Yo'olal ba'ax Nib óolal, teech xan teech ki'ichpam. (Hello, and why thank you, you're beautiful too)" you spoke softly. Namor watched on the sidelines as you interact with the children, asking their names and a thought crossed his mind, he wanted to see you like this with your children, to see you speaking softly to them and caring for them, then his thoughts dirty, he wanted to fuck your womb fill of cum, so much there would be no doubt you'd get pregnant, to see you swelling with his child, breed you time and time again, to hear you beg for it. He had to hurry and show his second surprise before he lost his control and composure, it seems only you and Shuri had a way to make him lose control of himself easily. "I have one thing more to show you." Namor informed "ok let's go" you replied before saying goodbye to the children.

You made it to his palace, it was more astounding than you imagined, you stopped in front of a clear box that was attached to the wall that had a brown door leading to a room, swimming into the box you looked at Namor curious but he smiles slyly and gestured for you to wait. The water started swirling around you and down a drain on the floor you didn't notice, it continued until no water was inside. You looked around shocked, your suit disappearing into your beads "there's more." he pointed to the door, and you took a breath and open the door, your jaw dropped as you walked into the room almost in a trance-like. The wall was a light blue, so light it was almost white, a king-sized bed stood against the middle of the wall, and a round headboard coral was decorated on the top, it looked so soft in front of the bed against the wall was a large wardrobe, a light oak brown in color, on the left wall was a beautiful vanity and bookshelves, with bean bags around the bookshelves and on the other walls was huge windows with white curtains, you step closer to the windows as colorful fish swim passed by. "How?" you asked in awe ""How" is never as important as "Why"." you turned to look at him "Why?" you questioned as you walk up to him "Because I have come to love you. I love you Encantadora." He started looking at you with such fondness, you could help but pull him into a heated kiss that lead to the bed and clothes being tossed.

"Such a slut for your god." Namor hissed when your heat welcome him, and you bounced on his dick, your nails digging into his muscular chest, leaving small angry crescent moons for everyone to see. "Please, not enough, more!" you cried with tears in your eyes as you quicken your pace, trying and failing to find the pleasure he can only bring, begging him to fuck you as not even you can do, Namor just smirked, planting his feet on the mattress and thrusted up, hard. Brushing that special spot and hitting your cervix, all thoughts left, and only his cock, his long, hard cock was on your mind and in your pussy, the only thing that mattered now. his thrusts were rapid, rough, and downright punishing. You yelped as he slapped your ass "What? Can't think? In puta tonta." he purred in his baritone voice, his eyes lusted and lidded as he suddenly got you onto your back, your legs to your chest, cock still inside you.

"Fuck." you panted as he pounded away, your nails running down his back "Yaan in tséentik in linda peek'o' reproductora, chup a seen u Ma'atech a sentirás vacía, a k'áat le je'elo'. Ba'ax tia'al ten a Ajaw." Namor grunted his hips smacking into your ass "Gonna breed my pretty breeding bitch, fill you so much that you'll never feel empty, do you want that? To serve your king?" he repeated in English, his accent even thicker, you let out a lewd moan at his words squeezing hard around him and feeling your climax coming, he spanked you as he asked again "Please let me to be filed with you." you slurred cockdrunk, eyes locked with his, body jerking from his thrusting. a snap of his hips had you squirting, absolutely drenching you and him the bed, his thrust became sloppy as he fulfilled his promise, his lips on yours in a kiss full of passion.

Shuri controlled her heavy breathing as she came around her fingers, watching as her husband fucked you like he hated you from the wardrobe, she waited for you both to fall asleep to leave. She needed to think of her next course of action.

Translation:

Le mía, in jats'uts concubina

Mine, my pretty concubine.

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yannisrandomstuff · 1 year

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February 14 valentines day special with Alternate Gabriel and Archangel Gabriel

TW: Susbriel be dum dum, fluff

Alternate Gabriel:

Man doesn't know what valentines day is so you gotta be the one telling him

Gabriel will be wondering why mandela County suddenly have heart and decorations in their houses and seems to be lively and stuff

Obviously he doesn't like that

He will be asking you questions why and what's happening to the world

When you finally explains what valentines day is he just stare at you arms crossed with a confused disgust look

"Hmmm... that's interesting I didn't know you humans celebrate love.."

(He doesn't really like love but if it's from you he'll be happy)

"I thought you know what WE love Gabriel"

And that he just rolled his eyes and flick your forehead and leave.

After 20 mins he opens your front door and seems to be hiding something behind his back

"Oh! Good you're back I made something for you.., eh? Are you hiding something?"

He then take out the bouquet of red and white roses and handed it to you

"Happy valentines day..?"

"Ohh myy thank you! Oh wait!"

You handed him a paper roses you made while he was gone

"Ah.. I'm flattered dear and thank you for the effort"

He held your hand and kiss it from the back

He feel like his non-existent heart begins to beat and flutter

"So this is what celebrating this valentines day is"

"Yeah"

"I'm looking forward on doing this again it's very romantic"

"me too"

"te quoque amo"

He smiled and plant a kiss on your forehead, you didn't know what he said, was that Latin?, you don't know but you gave him a heartwarming smile and hugged him.

You looked at him once more, gosh he look so handsome

Then the both of you enjoyed your day by him asking questions of what humans do in valentines day and you happily answer it <3.

Archangel Gabriel

TW: be prepared, just be prepared(haha)

He knows what valentines day is and want to celebrate it with you too but he knows he can't because of alt Gabriel being around

Sure he knows that you and Alt gabe are not officially a couple and he might still get a chance and he will try

So he would give you flowers and sweets like chocolate in secret or whenever alt Gabriel isn't around

After "Gabriel" left you thought it's the perfect time to make a paper roses for him. After 10 mins you were finally finished, but suddenly you heard a knock on your door

You were hesitant to open it but did anyway,

When you open the door you looked around there was no one there. You looked down and surprised when there's a bouquet of variety of flowers and chocolates In your door mat, there is also a valentines card, you picked it up of course and locked the door. You go upstairs to read the valentines card whole eating the chocolate

"My Dearest,

I hope this letter finds you well. I wanted to take a moment to express my love for you, and the deep longing I feel to be with you every day.

I know that circumstances beyond our control have kept us apart, but my love for you continues to grow stronger with each passing day. I think about you constantly and dream of the day when we can be together.

Though I may not be able to be with you physically, please know that you hold a special place in my heart. Your smile brings light to my days and your laughter is music to my ears.

I love you and I will always will

I will always protect you

If he do something horrible to you I will protect you

I promise.

I am willing to wait for as long as it takes for us to be together.

Please know that you are always in my thoughts and in my heart. I love you now and forever.

Yours always,

Your secret admirer"

You kept the letter and place it to your drawer, you didn't know if you need to tell "Gabriel" about this but your guts said don't tell him for some reason, you didn't know why.

You heard someone unlocking the door and then you hurried downstairs to see it was "Gabriel" hiding something from his back.

Archangel Gabriel POV:

" I hope you know that I will wait for you my dear, I will earn the courage to tell you that the one who you love was the devil disguised as me, but don't worry if he do something horrible towards you I will protect you from him. All that I could only hope is for you to be aware of him.

I love you even if you did not know that"

And that he flew away.

Tissue?

KSJSHSJAJAAJAH Happy valentines day Everyone! 💖

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qroier · 5 months

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edited my post from yesterday on spiderbit eurydice and orpheus to be clearer. it is now. way longer klsdjfk. but the idea is the same. anyway enjoy reading if you do and uh. pues f if you don't, no? lskdfjsdk. kinda already mentioned it in the post but should clarify here that i'm 100% talking about the greek myth.

Thinking about spiderbit as eurydice and orpheus is so interesting to me, cause I think depending on how you look at it and how you think of the story, there's an argument for both. And then you remember everything that was purgatory and how clear of a parallel it is to the myth hdksjdks. Honestly though, I feel like the purgatory parallels are the biggest reason roier cubito as orpheus is winning out on that one poll, and I kinda have to disagree with that. The evidence for orpheus roier is there from the start. Roier cubito is always and forever a perfect, permanent orpheus figure even before considering purgatory, and it's down to the devotion roier and orpheus cling to and the grief they both drown in. (The rest under the read more)

Backtracking first for a bit to set the stage. There are many different versions of the eurydice and orpheus myth out there, and its nature as a myth means that interpretations (and translations of any original latin or greek versions) are always changing. Disclaimer of course that my understanding and general knowledge of the myth has been mainly influenced by the wider english-speaking cultural approach to it. I'm focusing on the orpheus archtype from my understanding of what it means (which I'll explain along the way) because otherwise if I didn't I'd end up getting too boggled down in "virgil said this according to this translation" and "ovid went more in this direction following this translator" details. and there is no way in hell i'm struggling through translating on my own with my measle little two years of latin classes under my belt lskdjfkldfj.

But regardless, here's a very basic and brief summary that most versions tend to follow: Eurydice and orpheus are married. Eurydice dies. Orpheus treks out to the underworld through the power of music to save her and get her back. He's told the only way he can have her is if he makes the treacherous trip back to the mortal realm without turning to look at her once. He looks back right before he makes it, and fails in saving her. Sounds familiar, right? slkdjfsk

Don't get me wrong, orpheus cellbit still makes sense in a way. That's part of why the poll and idea in general is so interesting. Heed the disclaimer again but to me, the biggest, most obvious, and most immediately linked connotation the myth has always had is one of devotion. Like the type of devotion that would take you all the way into the afterlife and all the way back in the hopes that that might save the person you love. Cellbit cubito is nothing if not devoted, and normally in the loudest ways possible. He loves shouting out his devotion at all times to anyone in close proximity. It just makes sense that if anyone could hold the level of devotion necessary to be orpheus it'd be him, cause we all know he'd do anything for roier.

Plus being honest, it also makes sense just going by the dynamics in their relationship that they most often present to others. Roier cubito kinda likes playing into the dynamic of asking other people to "save" him, whether that's from mobs or hunger or anything, so long as it's not something actually serious. So much so that the idiot (said lovingly) has conditioned everyone, and I do mean everyone, both islanders and audience alike, into thinking he's defenseless and needs saving. Maxo put it best that one time when he said he felt like roier after cellbit saved him from some mobs, only for cellbit to have to correct him and say that it's usually the other way around. As far as most are concerned, cellbit does the rescuing while roier gleefully asks for the help. It is very easy to make the jump from the idea that eurydice is being saved and the image of roier cubito calling out for help with a scorpion that he could (normally at least, I know he didn't have any weapons or gear that one time during purgatory) bring down on his own. It definitely doesn't help that cellbit is, of course and as always, already running to roier with a weapon in hand to kill the scorpion. At the first chance, he's already trying to help. Anything for his husband.

So it makes sense that orpheus cellbit, who clearly loves doing the saving, would drag himself through hell in his devotion to save eurydice roier, who loves being the one saved! But then you start remembering how the story came about. You start wondering, well, why does the devotion need to be so strong? Why does eurydice even need to be saved? What has brought the both of them to the gates of the afterlife? Oh. Right. It's because she died. She's dead. Eurydice, the love of orpheus’ life, is dead.

Saving her takes and is devotion, yes, but it's also an attempt to escape grief. If she’s saved, there’s no need to mourn. If she’s saved, then she’s not dead and there’s no grief. And, always, there is no one more grief-riddled than roier (except maybe maxo, whose grief has permanently killed him). No one knows more intimately than roier how tough of a fight it is to escape constant grief because he is constantly grieving, and it just keeps getting worse. His number one recurring theme since arriving on the island has been that he will lose loved ones. To the point that sometimes, even if the person is still technically around, the grief around them and the relationship that once was finds ways to persist (just look at the mess that revolved around spreen cubito before he was confirmed to be dead).

The devotion still applies to him too, of course. Even though it's in quieter ways, there's no denying that roier is as equally devoted to cellbit as cellbit is to him. Cellbit once promised roier he'd rescue him if the feds ever arrested him. Roier once told cellbit he'd go after him and wouldn't stop until he got him back if the feds tried taking cellbit again. And that's not even the only time roier has promised that, he's said similar things multiple times before. He even had to fulfill that same promise once already, back during the regret arc when cellbit went missing trying to save felps. If there is one thing that is true, it's that roier is not lacking in orpheusian devotion.

Actually, extending that devotion from being based in romantic love to also including familial love just makes it all the clearer how much of an orpheus roier has already been. Orpheus fights through the journey, holding on to hope and powering himself through devotion, because the alternative of having permanently lost eurydice, of having to succumb to grief, is too much for him to take. Roier fought through the entire island and later a dungeon, holding on to hope and powering himself through devotion, because the alternative of having permanently lost bobby, of having to succumb to the grief of loosing his son to something outside of his control, was too much for him to take.

And then they both fail. Orpheus looks back too early. Sometimes he forgets, in his excitement to be so close to the end, sometimes doubt gets the best of him and he has to check, and sometimes the need to see his love again overwhelms all his senses. Sometimes maybe it's somehow all three. Roier also looked back too early, in a way, but cucurucho only knows what way that actually was. It could have been that he technically did die right at the very end before he could make it through the dungeon, or it could have been that the gods were feeling particularly cruel that day. Either way, bobby wasn't returned to him. Either way, eurydice vanishes in the morning light after orpheus gets one last glimpse of her. Either way, Bobby vanishes behind the door after roier and jaiden are given only 10 minutes to say goodbye.

This is all without even touching on some of the details about how roier's singing charms everyone he meets and how music is such an important part of his character (for those of you unfamiliar with the myth, orpheus' connection to music is so deep that the greeks named a constellation after his lyre). Or, as notes in the last version of this post pointed out, how his previous journeys to the underworld have shaken his faith and trust (which would probably need to be a whole entire other post on its own).

Roier is just permanent orpheus. He can't help it. If you believe that characters in myths are left behind, endlessly retelling their journeys even once the book is closed, then orpheus is still there, making that trip to the afterlife and back. His story is being retold through roier, who is here now. Roier, who has already gone on two trips to the afterlife and back, already told this story twice before, and is now preparing himself for a third (even a fourth, if you want to extend this whole thing and include purgatory and the eggs). It’s retold in how Roier has to do the saving, again, because he keeps getting left behind. In how he’s always drowning in grief, in some way or another. How he’ll drag himself through the journey every single time if it means a chance at saving someone he loves. If it means saving himself from more grief.

So the stage is set. Purgatory happened. Orpheus has loved, again, and he's lost, again. Roier may like it when he's the one being saved but he's been forced yet again into a position where he has a chance to do the saving. He's facing an increasingly insurmountable mountain of grief on one side and a plunging chance at salvation on the other. The book has been turned back to its first page. The story is rewinding to tell itself again. We know what path he'll pick. Now all that’s left is to see if this third trip succeeds. To see if this retelling is one where orpheus does not look back. And if he does? Well.

"Dying again, [Eurydice] did not blame her husband — What could she complain of except she was loved?" - ovid, translator: stanley lombardo

#qsmp #if you don't feel like reading the whole thing then just read the fifth paragraph (starts with “plus being honest”)#and the second to last one (starts with “roier is just permanent orpheus”)#dunno how much sense they'd make out of context but they're the ones that focus on my original thoughts the most #speaking #spiderbit #roier #cellbit #👍#i don't even want to think about how many words this is lksdjfslkf much less how much time this took #posts from me for me

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What do you think Henry whispered in Camilla's ear at the end? It's a moment that really stuck with me somehow and I love hearing theories about it

what can possibly be more personal, more ponderous and intimate than i love you?

i'm sure this is something everyone who has read TSH has previously wondered about. i know i have. what i also know is that the most common theory is "live forever", and yes — it would make sense, given that henry is undeniably a devoted little teacher's pet to julian, but it does seem a little melodramatic to me (specifically because julian did abandon them all in the end as well, lol). henry going out with a bang (literally) wouldn't be defined by something as simple as that, however much meaning is attached to it in theory. besides, we've all heard that theory a million times over. i'll offer a new one.

he's goddamn pretentious. to the bone. he refused to take his SATs and thereby consciously denied himself the opportunity to attend any prestigious schools (which he would've certainly gotten into and dominated) for singularly aesthetic reasons. you simply can't get more pretentious than that. i always say that he's too intelligent for his own good — to the point it no longer benefits him at times. just too smart to possess any ability to reflect on himself. almost amusing in that way.

therefore, i believe it was something along the lines of a riddle — something that would keep camilla puzzling over it for a long time succeeding his death. and yes, you can say that his suicide was an impulsive decision and all that, but he had been (even verbally) entertaining suicidal ideology way before he actually went through with it. plus, he just seems like someone who would have something like that — his last words — memorized and ready to go at all times, specifically at a time as dangerous as toying with the possibility of being detained and thrown in jail for murder. just a thought.

i'm almost 100% sure it was also in any language other than english, according to his customs. i've already elaborated on how pretentious he is. he wouldn't make it easy for anyone to figure him out that quickly, not even camilla. the i love you was just a premise, nearly nothing compared to the whisper. and if it's not english, then it must be one of the languages that he does know. assuming that it's either latin or ancient greek, he would go out of his merry way to make it as complex and hardly translatable as he can. he would apply the most archaic of archaic versions of those languages, even with one simple phrase. as i said, he would've planned it out beforehand deliberately. it makes perfect sense.

what it would be, however, is a whole other conversation of its own. maybe that very "i love you" or previously mentioned "live forever", just in a different language. that is the simplest answer i can offer. i like to dig deeper when it comes to mysteries such as this one, though, so i've been gathering my thoughts all day today in order to predominantly satisfy myself with an obnoxiously pretentious answer. how about: "to the stars" (kitsch but fitting, obviously convoluted, and in a different language) or a translated version of "ashes to ashes, dust to dust" — just to deride religion and tradition one last time. or, perhaps, "permanence". something that perpetuates his convicted disbelief in vanitas. "never gone"; "the conclusion". and i know, all of these sound dumb as hell in english, but do remember — they would be uttered in a different language, and in a complex way, too. to be mulled over; wondered about for a long time, even as a scholar.

someone needs to hook me up with ms tartt's phone number so we can settle this once and for all, lol. but then again, i don't want to know. i don't want a simple answer to such a mystifying, ponderous question. i'm fine with eternally musing over it — it certainly keeps me entertained.

#astrum asks #henry winter #the secret history #donna tartt #camilla macaulay #tsh #tsh theory #live forever is a very good guess but it's simple #and i don't like simple answers to complex questions #especially when it comes to theorizing about books #i have an english major mind through and through

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omnia vincit amor

Summary: Natasha and Y/N are best friends, but friendships change when relationships start.

Pairing: Wanda x Nat (romantic), Nat & aroace!Reader & Wanda (platonic)

Word Count: 1677

Warnings: Death, loneliness, swearing, it’s angst

A/N: In case anyone forgot I’m a massive nerd, the title is in latin. In other news I keep reading posts about aroace loneliness and making myself sad and this is just the end product? It’s isolating sometimes thinking about the future. I’ll write some actual happy aroace reader fics one day 😭

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You couldn’t blame her. Not really. It had to be the end for one of you, and this was the option with the happy ending. Not for you, but for them, the two people you cared for most in the world. They would get their happy ending, and wasn’t that all anyone strived for?

Because, in the end, love conquers all.

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You were on the sofa when Natasha approached; she was out of sight, but you knew the sound of her steps well enough to know. Even if you hadn’t, she spoke first, and the voice and teasing tone were all too familiar: “For an aromantic, you can have some excellent romance ideas.”

“Well yeah, being aromantic doesn’t stop me from being a romantic. It’s the contrary: aromantic, a romantic. Get it?” Greetings weren’t necessary, nor was properly getting up to see her. Tilting your head over the back of the sofa and seeing her upside down was more than enough in your opinion.

Natasha rolled her eyes playfully, smiling broadly despite the sigh she produced. “I got it before you even said it. How? Because you’ve made this joke before!”

“I have one joke, okay?! You’ve got to let me have this!”

“I’ll let you have it,” she relented, and you’d already started to celebrate your meaningless victory before she continued. “But only because your dating advice worked.”

That stopped you in your tracks. You sprung up fully, turning your torso to face Natasha completely. “Wanda said yes?”

“She said yes.”

“Holy shit, this is so awesome! Aww, you’re going to be so cute!”

“Y/N, calm down. She agreed to a first date, not marriage.”

“Yeah, but you’ve both wanted this for forever. And trust me, because I had to hear both sides for soooo long. Like, sooo long, so much pining. Let me tell you-”

“I get it,” Natasha interrupted, “we took a while.”

“That you did. But what I’m saying is: it’s gonna work out. I know it.”

You kept grinning, trying not to let the expression drop in front of the spy. She rarely missed changes in your mood, no matter how well you thought you’d hidden them. This time, however, you didn’t have to try so hard; she was too distracted planning her date to notice anyway.

Natasha was your best friend, and Wanda a close second, so you were incredibly happy for them. You thrived on seeing good come to them, but your insecurities started to get the better of you, and they freed themselves when Natasha paused for your input.

“It sounds perfect,” you forced. “You’ll both do so well together. Only thing I’ll be sad about is losing the role of your favourite person!” A slight chuckle followed your words, a meagre attempt to play it off as a joke rather than genuine fear.

“As if you could ever lose that role, you’ll always be my platonic favourite.” It fooled Natasha enough for her to join in with the joke, too distracted again to notice the pain behind your comment.

Guilt crept up on you for even feeling insecure. Natasha was trying to reassure you, as she’d always done, and she’d always been good with you. She’d never insinuated that a romantic relationship was beyond a platonic one, never called dating ‘something more’, but her absent reassurance made you wonder. Had she meant everything she’d said before? Or were they just well-chosen words from a time without romance?

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Time proved that things wouldn’t be as bad as you’d thought, so the insecurity lessened over time; it never vanished completely, but it became easier to ignore. As her best friend, you were subject to hearing Natasha gushing about Wanda on a near daily basis, and from that, you got to hear how their relationship grew. According to her ‘morning after’ recap, their first date was perfect; it led to more dates, which led to actually dating, which led to Wanda moving into Natasha’s compound room.

Still, they both made time for you, almost as much as before, not wanting you to feel left out even with the new relationship. Along with just talking and hanging out in the compound, Natasha began to invite you on ‘friend dates’, days to do the things you both wanted to do. Sometimes it would just be the two of you, and sometimes you’d invite Wanda too, though since the whole point was to make sure you didn’t feel like you were third wheeling, your two friends would keep their PDA to a minimum.

Sometimes they’d try to sneak kisses and flirting past you; on the days when you were excitable and often ran ahead or were distracted by the activity. Oftentimes when you looked over at them and they were making out, you simply carried on your way and left them to it, not actually minding. But you had a reputation to keep up, so towards the end, or if things were looking to get a little too heated, you’d snap your fingers, playfully indicating for them to return to the day’s activity.

Taking them to a rom-com was a mistake you wouldn’t make again though. Nothing stopped the couple’s flirting after that.

Being with them was fun; it took away your fears and feelings of loneliness; you got to do things you enjoy with your favourite people. It should have been enough, but the isolating thoughts came crashing back as soon as you were home. While Wanda and Natasha would return to their own room for time as a couple, you would be alone, yearning for a closeness that only seemed to come with dating.

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When it came to Avengers work, the mission groupings resulted from two factors: how much everyone’s skills applied to the mission; and how close teammates were; personal friendships tended to affect team performance positively.

The pairings evolved and eventually led to you, Natasha, and Wanda being the most frequent grouping. It had been pairings at first: you and Wanda, Nat and Wanda, you and Nat; whoever fit best to the mission. But then Natasha and Wanda had started dating, and the suggestive comments through the comms began to get to the HQ team. And so, the team stopped sending them alone, adding you to the mix; you worked well with them both, and the team could count on you to curb the couple’s distractions with each other.

Missions went on like that for months, the three of you always being sent together. You were a dream team. Sure, there’d been a few cuts, scrapes, and bruises, but mostly, they’d gone by without a hitch.

It only took one mission for that to change.

It should have been simple; subdue a few guards, retrieve the data inside the building, and leave. The assignment team had even decided just you and Natasha would be enough; only at your and Nat’s insistence had Wanda been added.

The hostiles knew the three of you had been coming; the tip-off was something you would have to sort once you got off from the mission. They’d found a way to stop Wanda’s powers, and there were far more guards than you had expected, leaving you woefully outnumbered.

From there, it went downhill quickly. Unless something changed, you wouldn’t be winning this fight. There was still one way to complete the mission, and it was the scenario the three of you attempted. You and Wanda kept fighting atop the scaffold while Natasha snuck a few floors down to grab the intel. As soon as she’d acquired it, your group would back off, giving the impression of abandoning your assault.

Only, it never got to that stage.

A shockwave blasted on the rooftop; there was nothing you could do as it hit, sending you toppling over the edge. From a glance at Wanda, you saw she suffered the same fate; she was too far away for you to grab her, too far to have any attempt at saving both of you. With her powers, the fall wouldn’t have been an issue. But they were still blocked, and she was scared.

Natasha ran to the edge of her floor when she heard the screams; the windows weren’t in, so she had the full range of view to look up, seeing you and Wanda hurtling in her direction.

Grief set on Natasha's face the instant the situation became clear. Wanda’s powers weren’t working; you didn’t even have powers. Nothing and no one would stop your falls; no one but Natasha.

Her eyes flit from Wanda’s to yours – she couldn’t save you both. You knew that, but she had just realised it. Your friend had a decision to make, and she had a split second to make it.

She chose Wanda.

Natasha lunged just in time, grabbing her girlfriend and pulling her back onto solid ground. The two stumbled, then locked in a hug. Wanda sobbed at her sudden safety while Natasha embraced her, but the assassin’s gaze was over Wanda’s shoulder. You were out of reach now, in the final few seconds of your life.

Pain and apologies greeted you when you looked up. But you couldn’t blame her. Not really. The value of romance over friendship was a fact you’d carried with you for your whole life, something that left a pain in your heart with every reminder, but it meant you knew how it would end. You’d always known.

Despite it all, you realised that hadn’t prepared you for the confirmation. So, for the final time, your heart clenched at the sight of Wanda and Nat embracing. They would have a happy ending: a marriage, family, the whole lot, everything they had ever wanted, and everything you’d known you wouldn’t get.

In your last moment, you hid the hurt that must have shone through on your face, replacing it with acceptance. Natasha was still watching; you had to let her see that she had made the right choice in saving her love.

After all, it was a well-known phrase: omnia vincit amor.

Love conquers all.

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part 2

#wandanat #aroace reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff & reader #wanda maximoff & reader #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat & reader

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Tales From the Modern Incubus Part 14*

Summary: You are on the run with Harry but first you must protect him and hide him from danger. Hannah makes an appearance. Michael learns something interesting about Adam.

A/n: Remember, this is demon/incubus!Harry so there may be some triggering topics. Please read all warnings in the TFMI Masterlist before continuing.

Warning: Smut, theft, spells and whatnot

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Part 13*

Part 14*

The reality of your situation hadn’t really set in until now. You’d been so busy with all the exciting parts of your new discovery that dealing with the nitty gritty hadn’t been on your radar. You were able to do things you thought were impossible. You had magic and power in your bones and blood and it came to you, mostly naturally. Then of course Harry showed you how good an intimate relationship could be which included sex. And now you were obsessed with it. How dirty and hot it could be – the way it made you feel… It was on your mind far too much. Even before you’d technically had sex with Harry, your carnal desires became more important than almost anything else the first time you orgasmed by his doing. Letting someone else bring you to an orgasm was quite the eye opener. Though you doubted anyone could do it like Harry (and that was true – Harry was well skilled so you’d have been disappointed to let anyone else try).

Danny explained the trouble you were in. It wouldn’t be long before you were caught. Aim had been cornered and questioned very soon after visiting you two. Lilith knew he had been around you, she could smell it. Aim was right to have been worried. Aim could put off answering questions and do his best to not allow Lilith, or any of the others, to access his thoughts, but his power wasn’t up to par with the high demons and angels looking for you.

“We don’t know where Aim is. We assume he is being held and questioned. This means you two are about to be found. You have a couple of options. The first is the easiest. You will hide somewhere else. Somewhere no one knows where you are. The problem with this is that you’ll need to learn how to access time variation and use your abilities, which will be detectable by anyone who’s seeking you. It can work, but you’ll have to learn quickly and you’ll need to change locations or time often. It will become cumbersome and you can’t hide forever. It also means you won’t have access to anyone who could give you insight or information about what’s going on. You’ll totally be in the dark.

“Another option is to hide Harry, because he will be killed if he’s found, and then face them yourself, Y/n. They won’t be too concerned about Harry as long as they have you. Maybe you can reason with them, which is not something to bank on, but perhaps it could buy you time. Your mother, she’s the one you’d want to seek first. She is actually quite fond of you and even though she has a hand in all this and is looking for gain in the end, she does love you and care for you. She could sway the others to be more lenient.

“Those are your options at this point. We may find other ways for you to side-step this whole debacle but for now, this is all I have.”

You looked at Harry and then back to the astral projection of Danny with a frown, “Where should I hide Harry? In another time? How will I learn to do this? I don’t know how to use certain powers or spells yet.”

Harry nudged you and furrowed his brow as he whispered, “You’re not thinking of confronting them are you?”

You put your hand on his knee and kept your eyes on the projection. Danny shook his head, “I don’t know where you should hide him, just somewhere not obvious. And as far as learning to use spells, well, there’s a historic library museum in this town and there are old archives of medieval and even ancient texts. The books are written in Latin but you’ll find the written angelic language of Enochian and the demonic language of Xra’mban as well, which you’ll find you are able to read and understand for the most part. Harry can help you decipher. It can be a resource for you. But you’ll mostly be relying on your own instincts. I have a feeling you can travel to any place or time without much studying.”

It felt like an impossible task. You weren’t sure this was something you were up to the challenge for. You’d try but you doubted your skills here.

“Before I leave, I will mention that you two having sex is felt amongst the realms. We can’t pinpoint your location, but your emotions and your sensations are causing a vibration of sorts, and it’s pointing to an unusual bond. I am not present with you so I cannot be sure, but you would want to be very careful about the way you two seal your souls together if that’s your intention here. Harry can explain more about bonding. My time is up.”

And then he was gone. Harry kept his head down in confusion as he looked at his lap. Bonding? He thought it was possible but it hadn’t ever been something an incubus would do so he’d never considered that bonding could happen, though he’d started to wonder lately. But now that he’d met you he felt himself attaching to your soul involuntarily.

You didn’t know what to ask about first. Should you go to the library first or should you find out more about bonding. Perhaps Harry could explain bonding to you on your way to the library museum.

“Let’s get dressed and go to the library. I think I need to learn as much as I can and then we’ll discuss bonding and our plan of action.” You looked at Harry who seemed stuck in his mind. He knew shit was about to hit the fan. He could feel it.

Harry had been trying to answer all your questions, the ones he knew the answers to. There was a lot you didn’t know.

“Aim won’t be harmed. Don’t worry. They wouldn’t do anything to do away with a legion leader. He’s a Duke and powerful and it could cause a bit of a revolt from his legions if anyone were to harm him in any way. We shouldn’t worry too much about Aim.”

You’d found the ancient texts. This library was more of a museum than anything. The books here weren’t meant for being taken home on rental. The books you needed were all behind glass cabinets and not meant to be touched. Of course, this wasn’t much of a problem for you and Harry. You did have to use your powers but only for a brief moment as you were able to remove the books from their protective case and then exit the museum without anyone noticing you because you temporarily put a veil of invisibility over you and Harry as you left the museum.

It was risky and using your powers at all was going to be putting into the universe your location, but it had to be done. You had to get the books. You no longer had any choice to not use your powers.

You didn’t know Aim well but you were happy that he wouldn’t be harmed. At least that’s what Harry told you and he seemed to believe it as well.

“And what about bonding? What does that mean exactly? Like being in love?” You and Harry decided go back to the small bungalow so you could go through the books and learn about time bending or time variation.

“It’s more than love. Love isn’t eternal, but a bond is. Humans love but they can fall out of love. Love is simply a chemical reaction that the body produces when you feel happy. So when you hear humans saying something like, “He cheated so he didn’t love her.” – well that’s not true. Love isn’t so severe that it makes you loyal, it’s literally just a feeling produced by oxytocin, which is the same feeling you get during and after sex. Love is fickle so, you can love more than one person at a time.”

You nodded. That made sense to you. You’d always thought that when someone said they loved two different people as their excuse for cheating that it was a lie, but now that you were aware of things in a different way, your eyes were opened to the truth.

Harry continued as you flipped through the pages of one of the books and felt the astonishment of being able to understand the text you were reading, “A bond is something outside of your control. It happens unintentionally but is caused by the closeness of two beings, two souls. In the end it cannot be broken. It means a soul would be combined with another soul. And for us, we can live for all eternity and therefore that would mean our bond would last for all eternity. You cannot bond with more than one soul. That’s the difference between bonding and love. Bonding is eternal and it makes you loyal and there would be no way out of it. Not that you’d want it. Once you’re bonded, that’s the most important thing to you.”

You looked up from the page you were on and to Harry. You were both sitting on the floor and he had a book in front of himself as well, “Are we bonded?”

Harry smiled at you and licked his lips. You were ready to just push the books aside and ride him again. But you stopped yourself. You needed to protect him and fucking his brains out for hours on end wasn’t going to do you any good. You needed to prepare.

“I don’t think we are yet. I mean, I never thought I’d bond with anyone but my soul probably wants to bond to yours. I’m attached already. I feel an intense draw to you. It’s why I found you in the first place. I just didn’t know how powerful you were at that time.”

You thought back to when you first met him. Well, when you had been aware of it. It was that moment in church on that day that you felt something, physical almost.

You already have your eyes on him and when you see the light green eyes of the stranger on you there’s a sudden wave of heat that travels over your shoulders and down your ribcage. You noticed him as soon as walked in front of you and sat down. You could smell his clean, masculine cologne or soap. He was tall and had brown curly hair perfectly placed. He seemed very sure, confident as he took his seat and the way he sat with his arm along the back bench behind Sarah you saw his various tattoos.

In fact, the wave of heat scared you at first. It almost felt like a creature that landed on your back, right at your shoulders and then melted downward.

You had felt something change in you the moment you laid your eyes on him. He drew your power out and it couldn’t have been stopped from that moment on. His power or his soul called to yours.

“How will we know when we’re bonded? I have a feeling our souls are at work already.” You said as you moved the book away and scooted toward Harry.

Harry watched you push the book aside and nodded, “I think we’ll just know. That’s what I’ve heard. It’s not something that can be stopped once it starts. I agree that our souls are doing something and especially if the realms feel it already.”

You decided to take a short break. Just a quick kiss and then you’d get right back to it.

Michael had been revealing things slowly to Adam. Adam still wasn’t privy to what he was and Michael hadn’t revealed himself yet to Adam, but his nearness was enough that Adam had begun to learn things about himself.

It was confusing for him. He didn’t know how all these things were happening. But he knew it was happening because of something he did. He began to understand that he was not a normal person.

Michael spoke over him words of wisdom and understanding. He didn’t want to waste too much time. Everything was already in motion and their timeline was off now, but nothing could be done about that. They could still salvage their plan.

There was a slight concern, however. And that was that Adam seemed to prefer men. In fact, Michael realized that the porn he looked at and the beings he turned his head for were all men. How had he not realized this before? Now, it’s possible that Adam would find you irresistible once he met you. You were a very powerful being and his soul would know it as soon as you two did meet. Perhaps his preference would be swayed by you. But it was a concern.

Adam had gone out after work to the gym. His strength was astounding to everyone who noticed. The seasoned body builders couldn’t even keep up. Adam just thought he was in amazing shape and that the gym and his diet helped him stay that way. Well, little did he know that none of that mattered much in the end. His strength and health would not be much altered by diet and exercise. Of course a healthy regimen never hurt.

“That’s a lot of weight, there bud. Think you can handle that?” the man who volunteered to spot Adam spoke. Adam didn’t need a spotter but he liked one and this particular man kept coming around and seemed a bit flirty.

“Oh, I can handle it. Could probably handle more.” Adam sat up and turned on the bench before lying flat to begin his bench presses as he looked at the attractive young man about to spot him, “Could definitely handle more.”

The signal was out and Adam easily had the man following him home after their workout. Michael didn’t want to stay to watch it because it was his son and it just felt a bit wrong to be doing. At least Adam had good taste, Michael tried to consider the upside to his preferences.

Lilith didn’t seem concerned about this at all, “He’ll like Y/n. We can work on him, but I wouldn’t worry about it yet. And besides, they don’t need to bond or be a couple. They just need to procreate. Their heir is all we need.”

You couldn’t help yourself. You knew better. You should be reading and learning but instead, here you were on Harry’s lap, your clothes ripped off with Harry balls deep inside of you. He realized this was a bad idea, but he had no power to say no to you. None at all.

“Why does this feel so good?” You moaned as you lowered down on him, your thighs working to lift and lower yourself down on his heavy dick.

Harry whined and his balls tightened, “Because it’s yours. You own this cock.” He had his hands at your ass as he squeezed and helped you move up and down his shaft. You were slick and the sound and smell of your arousal was pushing him to his end. As always. He could never control how fast he came with you.

“Yeah? I get to fuck this cock whenever I want? Gonna come inside me, Harry? Gonna fill me up?” You were trembling at the sensation of him inside of you. He pushed into you deeply and began spurting his come inside of you and when you felt him throbbing and twitching as he came your cunt clenched his dick and you groaned into the room with your own orgasm.

It was a quick fuck session but it still should have been put off. Even fifteen minutes could mean you two would be found. Plus having sex again with the way the realms being aware of it… this was going to be an issue.

“Fuck. You really can’t resist me can you?” Harry pinched your ass and you laughed and kissed him. You couldn’t resist him. That was true. But you needed to chill out or you two would be doomed.

“I can’t. This big dick and your mouth, mmmm…” You kissed his neck and he moaned. Harry wasn’t going to soften up when you kept grinding over him and kissing him the way you were. And even if his sense told him to snap out of it, he couldn’t. You were so powerful and he was yours.

You sat back and looked down between you two. It had you horny all over again. His wide cock was so deep and when you shifted you could see the base of him wet and shiny spreading your cunt. It was beautiful. You reached down to touch the base of his cock and your fingers ran through his course hairs, wet with you. Harry reached a hand down to thumb at your clit and you gasped. It was sensitive, but you liked it.

He began to use his other fingers to circle over you and he watched your face as your jaw dropped. He bucked upward and you whimpered.

“I love you, Harry. God… just one more. Okay? Just one more and then…” but your words were suddenly drowned out by a heavy wind and the pages of the books you’d been studying started fluttering. The curtains blew in the room as if there was a window open and a storm was coming. You paused. Harry moved his hand and wrapped his arms around you and then you wrapped your own around him in your nakedness.

An intense ray of light, like the sun, shown in the room and you both had to cover your eyes. Suddenly you saw her. Hannah. Standing in the living room while you were sitting on Harry’s cock, naked as the day you were born.

“I’ll allow you to cover your bodies if you choose.” She turned away to let you remove yourself from Harry. You pulled him to stand with you and you both quickly put the clothes on that were lying on the floor next to you. Harry’s cock was still hard and he had an issue putting his pants on but he managed to tuck himself back in and cover himself.

You grabbed Harry’s hand, “Hannah. How did you find us?” Your heart was pounding. You’d just been found, and you knew it was going to happen. You’d been so dumb to not take heed of Danny’s words and act quicker.

Hannah turned back to see that you were dressed, “Easy. You kept having sex with Harry. I was able to find your frequency. The more you and this incubus (she said it like it was bad thing) had sex the more emotions you were putting into the universe. Eventually I could tune in, like a radio station. All I had to do was find it and then once you had sex again I could find you. Which means the others will too.”

Harry held his breath. He was sure this was it. He squeezed your hand as he looked at the angel, who was actually quite lovely. He hadn’t ever seen in her person but he could clearly see where you got many of your features from.

“What do you want?” You stood on the ground firm. You didn’t feel scared for some reason. Not even a little. Hannah didn’t appear intimidating, but you knew she was lethal.

“I want you to come with me. We’ll pretend you weren’t here with the incubus and let him go. I don’t have any need to hurt him because he’s useless. The others, however, will kill him. Well, I will too if you insist on associating with him. We can’t have this, Y/n. There is a plan in place for your life and he ruined it. You’ll see how much better your life can be without him.”

Harry didn’t ease his grip on your hand, and you had no intention of letting him go. Your heart did begin to race, though, as your adrenaline kicked in. You needed to act fast. Maybe if you could just quickly enter into a different year, a different place and then block your presence like Aim suggested.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you…” Hannah took a long step toward you and suddenly your will and your instincts kicked in as you took Harry’s other hand in yours and the moment his eyes were on you, you felt a sizzle in your chest and the world stopped. It was black and quiet.

Hannah reached for you the moment you and the incubus disappeared. She had trouble reading your thoughts, but she knew you were about to make a move when she felt your heart rate suddenly increase and the change in your temperature but it was too late. You were more powerful than she was, though her advantage was that she had far more knowledge. She could still find you. And she wouldn’t stop until she did. She just hoped she was the first to come across you and the demon boy. She knew that if any of the others found you they’d kill him on site and that would just cause more issues. You would certainly not be happy about that and then it would be even harder, maybe even impossible for you to come around at that point. You might plot your own revenge. Maybe even team up with Adam for revenge. She couldn’t have you be found by anyone else. Not yet.

There was a soft hum of wind and ocean nearby and when you opened your eyes it was dark. Cold. You seemed to be on some kind of carpet. Your senses quickly took over and your eyes adjusted in the dark. You were in a room. It smelled strange, like salt and sea. You could hear water trickling and then you heard breathing. You turned and it was Harry. He was across the room from you on his back. Eyes closed.

You quickly crawled the short distance to him, given the room you were in was small and shook him gently, “Harry?”

His eyes slowly fluttered open. When his eyes landed on yours he sat up quickly and looked around.

“Where did you bring us?” He looked back at you and you pulled both of his hands into yours.

“I don’t know. I didn’t have a specific place in mind. I just…”

“Fuck. That means we’re in the Unix time zone. Which is Iceland. The Westfjords to be exact. It’s the earthly realm’s default location. What year?”

You shook your head, “I don’t know. I just knew we needed to get out of there.”

Harry nodded and pursed his lips, “I can’t remember what the default year is but today is January first around midnight and whatever year we’re in and it’s going to be cold out there. I can feel it already. I sense humans near. We can’t stay here.”

You both got up and quietly exited the dark room. You could smell humans as well. You were in someone’s home. Luckily they were sleeping on not celebrating the New Year. Whatever the year was.

It was easy enough to get out of the house but the problem was the weather. You’d be okay but you and Harry ran hotter than most beings and walking around the Westfjords in January would be quite uncomfortable. You found a blanket folded on top of a chair near a window. It would have to do. There were no coats easily found and you needed to get out of there before a human saw you. You’d just cause a commotion you didn’t want to deal with.

You two quickly exited the house and Harry proceeded to tear the blanket so you could wrap a portion around yourself and the other around himself. The sky was grey and dark and you couldn’t see clouds. It seemed that it was about to storm.

“It’s going to rain. Or snow maybe. We should probably find somewhere to take cover and then figure out what we’re going to do.”

It felt like you wandered aimlessly. There weren’t many homes or structures to be found. You were close to the ocean and in the distance you could see lights. You both walked toward where it seemed there might be more places to hide.

“Will it matter if we’re not sure what year we are in? Will we be able to travel somewhere else without that knowledge first?”

Harry sighed, “I don’t know to be honest. We are in a default time and place. Anyone who knows what the default is can find us. That means anyone hunting for us is probably already considering that we’re here. There are probably watchers here waiting for us right now. Are you able to veil us? Our presence?”

You kept hold of Harry’s hand and shrugged, “I think maybe I can. We won’t know if it’s working, though. I’ll just…” you closed your eyes and imagined in your mind that you were hidden and protected from other beings. Just like most of the other things you did that were magic, it all came from just a thought in your mind and that usually seemed to work. It’s the way you warped space and time to get to Iceland in the first place. Just a thought, a feeling.

You opened your eyes and Harry was watching you, “Did you do it?”

You shrugged again, “I don’t know. I hope that worked.”

The closer you two were to where there were more homes, the more you noticed how the vehicles were different, older. Though, there weren’t many vehicles to begin with, though. The streetlights looked antiquated as did the road signs. You continuously felt shocked that you could read and understand the words you were looking at on the signs.

Along the edge of the path you were taking you noticed a set of stone stairs descending down to the water. In the water were boats and along the edge of the water were a few smaller structures that could give you shelter.

You pointed down, “There. Maybe in a boat or one of those shacks. Just a place where we can get inside.”

As far as you could tell no one had spotted you, but you couldn’t be sure. You didn’t notice anything off or feel that anyone was watching you but you knew that if you could hide your presence, so could others.

You and Harry peeked into one of the structures closest to the landing of the stones that ended just above the water. It appeared empty. Inside was a table, a stool, a shelf with tools and gloves, an apron and leaning on the wall were fishing poles of varying sizes.

“This will do for now, but if we’re in a default place we should probably think of a better place to hide that isn’t a default. Somewhere more difficult for us to be found.” You both sat on the floor and you kept Harry’s hand in yours. For some reason you felt like if you were holding him it would be easier to protect him and have his thoughts and presence veiled like you hoped yours was.

Harry nodded, “Where do you think? Wait! You shouldn’t even speak it. Just think it in your mind instead. Don’t even tell me. Just in case somehow someone is listening.”

You brought his hand up to your lips and kissed his knuckles as you closed your eyes for a moment. You couldn’t say you were stressed out, but you certainly could recognize that things were no longer boring in your life and running from dangers unknown was going to wear you down.

“Okay. I think I know. But I want to warn you that I’m going to leave once we get there. I need you to stay safe while I go figure out how to stop all of this.” You looked at Harry’s eyes and he frowned, shaking his head.

“Absolutely not. I’m going wherever you are. I can help. I may not be as powerful as you but I have wisdom and experience you can use.” The water near the edge of the stones was sloshing around outside of the small wooden shack you were seated in. You knew Harry would disagree but he didn’t have a choice. You needed to protect him. No one would kill you, but they would kill him and you couldn’t risk that.

“I can’t lose you. They’ll kill you. They won’t kill me. This is the only way.” You got onto your knees and scooted yourself in front of Harry, still holding one hand you brought it up to your heart and put your other hand on his shoulder and kissed his lips.

April 1, 2007 – Salerno, Italy

You’d always wanted to visit Italy and now that you were here it felt rushed, which should go without saying given your circumstances. You had no time to stay and enjoy. You had a task. When it was complete you could come back to Harry and slow down with him.

“Salerno. 2007. I picked April 1st randomly, figured it might be the start of a nice Spring here.” You told Harry as you looked around. This time your time-bending included an empty house that Harry could stay in while you were away.

It was still a bit wild to you that you had this ability, but it seemed rather easy, and you’d picked it up fast, just like Danny said you would.

“Please don’t leave me here. Take me with you, Y/n. Please.” Harry begged. He was quite upset at the notion that you’d be gone. What if something went wrong? It definitely could. Then he’d be stranded in this beautiful seaside without you and wither away into nothing. He was an incubus after all. He needed your physical form with him for his needs. But more than that, he just didn’t want you away from him.

“I’ll be back before anything happens to you, okay? I promise. Look, my plan is to just tell them what I want and what I don’t want,” you held onto his hand so he could feel your sincerity, “…and then come back to you. I’ll give them time to think about it. It’ll be quick.”

Harry shook his head, “You don’t know them. Asmo…” he closed his eyes and just stopped himself from saying the full name, “your father is very difficult. He’s not going to budge on this. He’ll probably lock you up and force you and this Adam guy together for their purposes. He won’t stop until they get what they want. None of them will. Please, Y/n. This is dangerous. You don’t know what you’re dealing with here.”

Harry’s concern was deep and he felt like he was going to throw up, not a common feeling for an incubus unless they went without coitus for too long, which has not been the case with him as of late. He was sick with worry for you because he didn’t see this ending well for either of you.

“I know you feel like I’m going to be walking into a trap, and perhaps you’re not wrong, but I have this feeling, this mysterious comfort over myself that tells me I’m more powerful than all of them and I’ll be okay. And I’ll come back to you.” You had to go. You knew you had to. There wasn’t another way to do this. Well, there was, but that would put Harry at risk and you simply refused to put him in harm’s way.

Harry closed his eyes and tilted his head back, face toward the sky. He knew you weren’t going to listen to him. And he knew you might be right, but there was no way to know if you were. He felt like this was it. Doomed. You both were.

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