#And i couldn't help myself

[itsjaywalkers]

a lil smth under the cut for u guys <3

part 2 part 3

"Potter, if you dare to step any closer, I swear I will knock your teeth out."

Potter halts his advancement as soon as the sentence is out of his mouth, but Regulus remains tense, alert, shoulders stiff and hands itching to curl into fists. Maybe it's because he knows Potter more than enough after all these weeks of watching his matches and interviewing him after them. Weeks of listening to him brag, and taunt, and flirt shamelessly, despite Regulus always being set on retaining some sense of professionalism.

Maybe it's because of the way he smirks at Regulus' threat, or how he raises both hands in mock surrender, the gesture lazy and insincere.

Or maybe it's the fact that they're alone in the ring, even though Regulus should've left with his crew more than half an hour ago. And the fact that Potter isn't wearing a shirt, but he seems to be allergic to them, anyway, so it's not like it fazes him at this point.

That's what he keeps telling himself, at least.

"You can certainly try," Potter says with his hands still up, and offering a tiny shrug. "I don't know if I like your chances, though."

Regulus narrows his eyes. "You don't think I can fight you?"

"I don't think you can win."

He crosses his arms over his chest as he lets out a scoff, and Potter's smirk seems to grow bigger at the sound.

"And why the fuck not?" Regulus questions.

"Because I'm a professional boxer, love," Potter explains, his voice patient, but there's a certain mocking edge in his words that makes Regulus grits his teeth. "I wouldn't be where I am if someone like you could touch me."

"Someone like me?" Regulus repeats a bit incredulously. He can already feel that one vein in his forehead starting to pop out.

James chuckles, shaking his head a little. He finally drops his arms down. "You know what I mean."

"Actually, I don't. And I'm not sure I want to."

"C'mon, love—"

"Don't call me that."

"—you don't even know how to throw a punch."

Regulus blinks at him, not sure if he's heard correctly, and then he does a double take, barely repressing a derisive snort.

"Excuse me?" he murmurs. "Of course I know how to throw a punch."

"You think you know how to throw a punch," Potter corrects him, that infuariating smile still in place. Regulus is tempted to prove him how well he can actually throw a punch just to wipe it off his face.

"I mean, obviously I can't do it like you do, you're a professional athlete, for fuck's sake—"

"Oh, love, don't worry, I'd never hold you to my standards," Potter intervenes with a laugh, eyes shining with mirth. Regulus face is beginning to heat up, and he isn't sure if it's because of anger or something else. "I'm not talking about a boxing punch. I'm talking about a proper punch."

Regulus exhales loudly, fingers twitching. "Potter."

"Yeah?"

"I know how to throw a fucking proper punch."

Potter raises an eyebrow and he lets his gaze to go up and down the length of Regulus' body, slow and intentional. Regulus has a hard time not squirming, battling against his instincts to keep his face empty, to stop his thighs from pressing together.

"I bet you don't," Potter comments, once his eyes finally find Regulus' again. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't make breathing any easier. "You're too pretty to have been getting into fights."

Regulus is unable to suppress an indignant huff, cheeks coulouring at an alarming pace while his expression twists into a scowl.

"You don't fucking know me," he seethes, jaw so clenched it's slowly becoming painful. "You've got no idea of how my life looks like, or what I've done to get where I'm at."

Potter seems unbothered by the outburst. In fact, he kind of looks a little entertained.

"Maybe so," he concedes with a tilt of his head. "But I know you'd break easy."

Regulus' heart skips a beat. "I don't—"

"Just look at you," Potter goes on, staring him up and down once again. He still sounds slightly mocking, but there's something else in his tone this time. Something darker. "So fucking gorgeous. Holding yourself like you're goddamn royalty. You're feisty, and you're sneaky, I'll give you that, but you'd fold embarrisingly fast against me, wouldn't you, love?"

Regulus gulps, throat suddenly so dry it feels like sandpaper. He tries to shake his head, but his body isn't responding, and when he opens his mouth to snap back, nothing comes out of it.

"You like to act all tough and cold and as if nothing can touch you, but if I were to lay my hands on you—"

"Potter," Regulus manages to spit out, but it sounds hoarse. Weak.

"Oh, you'd break so beautifully for me, right, love? You'd put a bit of a fight at first, because you can't help yourself, and I like that about you anyway, but you'd let go at some point."

"Potter," he tries again, and it sounds a bit sharper, but still too close to a whimper for Regulus' tastes.

"I'd fucking ruin you if you allowed me to, Regulus." His name makes him tremble, goosebumps breaking into his skin, and Regulus has to bite his tongue to stop an inappropriate noise from escaping. "I know you want to. You're really fucking stubborn, and you almost fooled me that first time, that's true, but one can only keep that facade for so long. I've seen how you look at me."

"And how do I look at you?"

"Like all those girls who can't ask me for an autograph without blushing, thinking of me when they have their hands between their legs," Potter responds, gaze so intense it makes Regulus want to scream. "Like your cameraman whenever I stand a bit too close to him, always shifting his body the slightest bit so his shoulder grazes mine. Like Lily whenever I'm between her thighs, and she's begging me to let her come."

Regulus almost gasps, burning with fury but also with something that has nothing to do with it.

The audacity of this man, really. Regulus hates him. Despises him, even. Him and his absurd amount of confidence that has no business being this attractive.

It's hard to pretend to be unaffacted. To pretend he doesn't feel a stab in his stomach by that last statement, by the thought of James and Lily being together, even though it's something he's known almost since the beginning. To act like he doesn't care, like he isn't fucking aching between his legs, wet and hot and desperate.

Regulus doesn't think he completely manages it.

"You're so fucking full of yourself," Regulus grinds out, digging his nails into his arms so hard he's sure to leave marks.

"And yet I'm not hearing you deny it," Potter sing-songs, still grinning widely.

"I don't like you," Regulus insists, raising his chin.

"But you want me to fuck you."

This time, a strangled sound, high-pitched and bordering on needy, manages to slip out of Regulus' mouth, and James shows teeth, that feral light that appears every time he wins a match shining in his brown eyes.

"You wish," Regulus says, trying to save whatever dignity he has left, trying to fix this stupid mistake, this amateur slip up.

"I do," Potter confirms with ease, and Regulus can't swallow properly with the knot he has stuck in between his vocal chords.

"Shut up," it's all that Regulus can get out, which is quite pathetic, but still better than nothing.

"That's still not a denial," Potter points out, satisfaction oozing of him and making Regulus see red.

"I literally can't fucking stand you. I don't think it's necessary for me to tell you that I don't want anything to do with you," Regulus snaps. "Besides, if so many people are tripping all over themselves for you, then I don't understand why you're not bothering them instead."

"Because I want you."

Regulus actually chokes after that, a gulp of air getting stuck in his throat and his heart beating madly between his ribs.

"No." He shakes his head, furiously, desperately, and takes a step back almost at the same time that Potter takes a step forward.

"Yes," the other man presses, undeterred. "I want you, Regulus."

"Potter. Shut up."

"I can make you feel so good, love. You need to stop depriving yourself."

"Potter."

"I know you've thought about it. About me. I'm sure you're thinking about it now, about how amazing I'd feel between your legs, on top of you. Inside you."

"Potter. Stop."

"I bet your underwear is fucking soaked—"

"James."

It slips, sneaking past his lips without Regulus' permission, going unnoticed until it's too late to stop it, or take it back. He has the silly urge to cover his mouth with his mouth, as if that'd be enough to erase the word, the power and implications that name holds.

The reaction is almost immediate.

James' pupils spread out, eating at his irises at a concerning pace. Regulus is so distracted looking at them, that it takes him a moment to realise James is advancing, rushing towards him like a man on a mission.

Regulus retreats, nearly falling over in his haste, doing his best to get as far away from the other man as possible. But James is faster than him, and his back ends up colliding against one of the pillars of the ring. James has his arms bracketing his head in a matter of seconds, and all of a sudden, Regulus is trapped. With absolutely nowhere to go.

"Get away from me!" Regulus exclaims, voice all wrong and wobbly, hands coming up to push at James' chest but not daring to touch.

"Say it again," James demands, completely ignoring him.

"What?"

"Say it again."

Regulus scoffs weakly. "I don't want to."

"Regulus."

"Get. The fuck. Away. From me."

"Regulus."

It shakes him to his very core, and he's helpless to the shudder that rattles his frame, to the way his eyes screw close, so very tight his vision fills up with shiny spots.

When he opens them again, a few moments later, he ends up meeting James' hungry gaze head on.

It destroys the last of his defences.

"James," he repeats in a whisper, heat coiling in his stomach at the other man's intake of breath.

"Again," James asks, almost demands, voice low and strained.

"James."

"Again." And it's a beg.

"James."

"Yeah," the other man mumbles to himself. "Yeah."

James leans forward, and Regulus feels like he's about go into cardiac arrest until James turns his head at the very last second, mouth grazing the lobe of his ear instead of his lips.

"I'll teach you," he tells him softly. Quietly.

"What?" he asks, hardly breathing and refusing to move a single muscle.

James huffs, and it's amused. "How to throw a punch."

"My brother already taught me," Regulus retorts with a roll of his eyes. "And he's better than you."

"Was better than me," James shoots back, and despite this being a topic that usually annoys him, always getting him all petty and defensive, it barely drags an irritated sigh out of him this time.

"Winning one match doesn't mean anything."

"Except that it does."

"No, it doesn't. Sirius' been unbeatable for literal years, and he's worked his arse off to get to where he is, and you'll never—"

"C'mon, love," James whines against his ear, and Regulus has to swallow a gasp. "I'll lend you some comfier clothes and I'll show you how to stand and some tricks, make sure next time I'm being too much of a prick you can shut me up nicely. Maybe you'll even break my nose."

Regulus bites his lower lip, refusing to allow the corners of his mouth to curl upwards. "That does sound good."

James chuckles, and Regulus doesn't acknowledge the way that sounds fills his chest with warmth.

"So? Okay?" James wonders.

Regulus closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Hopes he won't come to regret this, and sends a silent apology to his brother.

He opens his eyes.

"Okay."

[troublegoblin]

Never before seen deleted footage of Steve Harrington at Scoops Ahoy

[archangeldyke-all]

Okokokokok last one I promise

Soft sex with Vika?

It's so hard to come by it these days :(

yessssss (bottom sevika ended up making an appearance in this one... which i'm not mad about at all.)

tysm for the request!!!! i hope you like it :)

men and minors dni

soft sex with sevika is heaven.

when you first get together, she shyly admits to you that she's never really felt this way about someone before. she's had plenty of hookups, but you weren't a hookup. she wanted to treat you right, to make love to you. the only problem was... she didn't really know how.

so you give her a demonstration. you get her sprawled out in bed and make her promise to keep her hands to herself. you straddle her hips, slowly kissing her until she's whimpering and cursing underneath you.

"fuckin' hurry up." she whines. you laugh.

"you're supposed to be relaxing." you scold. she huffs. "just lay back and let me show you how much i love you." you whisper against her lips. she melts, nodding up at you and biting her lip. you press a final chaste kiss to her lips, before you pull away to begin undressing her.

you start with her hair, gently pulling her hair tie out and keeping it safe on your wrist. you start scratching her scalp, smiling as she hums beneath you, her eyes never leaving yours. you trace your finger over her face, down her nose, tracing her scars.

"so pretty." you mumble as you watch the blue scars shimmer and shine beneath your touch. she scoffs and you flick her forehead. "i'm serious. you're fuckin' beautiful sev." you whisper. her eyes get shiny and wide and she gulps. you kiss her forehead where you flicked her, then continue your undressing.

you pop the buttons holding her choker in place, throwing it over your shoulder and descending to press kisses into her neck. she's sensitive on her neck, her breathing starts getting shaky as you kiss down the scars on her neck, breathing in her scent.

one of your hands reaches down to palm at her breast, the other unbuttoning her shirt slowly. "finally." she huffs out. you chuckle against her neck, pushing her shirt off her shoulders. she sits up and violently tosses it aside before flopping back down on the bed and gesturing to her body. "alright, get back to it." she demands. you laugh.

"you're horrible at this." you muse as you begin unwinding the wraps over her tits. she grins up at you. "you're supposed to be letting me take my time. thought you wanted to make love to me." you pout.

"i do." she says softly. "i also really wanna fuck you." she adds on. you chuckle, rolling your eyes.

"maybe next time." you say with a wink. she smiles. with a final tug, you remove the last of the wrap around her breasts, biting your lip as her breasts are revealed to you. you take a minute to simply admire her, running your hands up and down her sides, soaking in the sight of her. you lean down to continue your path of kisses down the scars that line the left side of her body. a kiss on her collarbone, one at the joint of flesh and copper on her shoulder, one over her heart. you shift lower down her body, kissing her left breast, massaging her right with your hand.

you kiss and suck at her nipple for a moment, watching as her hands curl into the covers beneath her before you pull away with a pop. you trail kisses down her sternum and ribs, scratching her abs lightly to make her shiver. by the time you make it to her waist band, she's squirming beneath you, tiny needy grunts escaping her lips. "can i take your pan--"

"yes." she cuts in. you laugh, popping her button and slowly unzipping her zipper.

"you okay?" you ask as you start tugging her pants down over her hips. sevika nods furiously.

"just--" she huffs as she kicks her pants off, flinging them across the room, "just want you." she says as she settles back on the bed. you melt, leaning down to kiss her again.

"soon, baby." you whisper against her lips. "you're doin' so good for me." you say. she shivers. you readjust, crawling down her body and between her legs, breathing in the scent of her arousal through her boxers and moaning. "smell so fuckin' good, honey." you say.

"can you..." she huffs when you snap the elastic of her boxers against her hip. "can you please just..." she trails off, bringing an arm up to cover her blushing face. "baby, i need you." she whines. you grin.

"gimmie your right hand." you say. she does. you unbutton the wrist cuff on her arm. she groans.

"just take my boxers off already!" you giggle, pushing one of her legs up to peel a sock off, then setting it back down, repeating the process with the other. you lick your lips when you catch a glimpse of the wet splotch growing between her thighs. finally, you hook your fingers under her waistband.

"anything for you baby." you say as you push her boxers down. she's finally naked, and you take a few seconds to simply admire her. sevika's dark blush travels down her chest, a combination of love and arousal. you smile. "i fuckin love you." you whisper in awe. she chokes beneath you, clenching her thighs and biting her lip to hold in a whine.

"l-love you too." she stutters. you gently push her thighs open, gasping when she's revealed to you.

"shit, you're really dyin' for it, huh?" you tease. she grunts.

"never been teased this much." she says petulantly. you laugh.

"it's not teasing, baby, it's foreplay. teasing would be if i got up and left right now." her eyes widen in panic. you laugh. "i'm not goin' anywhere." you promise her, scratching her thighs. she relaxes a bit. you bend down to press a kiss on her thigh, her soft pubes tickling your nose as you nuzzle higher and higher up her thigh. you stop just before her pussy, and repeat the process on her opposite thigh.

"feels a lot like teasing right now." she groans. you laugh, then lean forward to press a soft kiss to her clit. she jolts. you kiss her again, laughing when her abs twitch above you. "b-baby."

okay, now you really are teasing her. with one hand you reach up to grab her mechanical hand, guiding it to your scalp. she threads her fingers in your hair, but doesn't push your head. despite all her complaining, she really is trying her best to be gentle with you. to make love.

you duck down and breathe her scent in, feel her fingers tighten in your hair. "love you." you say before shoving your face between her thighs, licking up her arousal before sucking her clit into your mouth.

"shit!" she gasps. you giggle against her, laughing as her thigh twitches from the vibrations. as you begin tracing circles around her clit with your tongue, snaking your hand up to grab her flesh hand, intertwining your fingers. she whimpers. "you-- honey-- i-- fuck!"

sevika really hadn't experienced this much foreplay before. she'd never had sex with someone she had feelings for either. she didn't know she could be this turned on, this sensitive. she's a little embarrassed at the whines and gasps she's letting slide past her lips, but she's too horny to really care. plus, you're grunting against her cunt each time she flinches like you're just as turned on as she is. (you are.)

she's soaking your chin and lips, grinding her hips in little circles against your face. despite her desperation, she never takes control, never pushes you against her, just tugs on your hair and squeezes your hand and writhes beneath you.

"'m close." she chokes out suddenly. you gasp, trailing your hand up her thigh, circling her dripping hole with your index finger. "fuck!" she shouts at the feeling. "yes, please, put it in me." she groans. you do. you try to ease it in slowly, one knuckle at a time, but sevika's pussy is so wet and desperate that it sinks in to the hilt in one push. you both groan. "another." she demands. you give her a few thrusts to stretch her out before adding a second finger, but it's completely unnecessary. she's already dripping down your forearm.

with the addition of your second finger, sevika goes silent. her fingernails dig into the skin of your hand, her thighs clench and shiver around your ears. "i'm--" she gasps. you moan, nodding against her, nudging your nose against her clit, pushing your fingers up to massage her g spot. her hips grind against your nose.

"come for me, sev." you whisper against her.

she does, shaking, soaking your hand and mouth, completely silent except for the whistling sound of her sharply inhaling through the gap in her teeth. you chuckle against her, lapping up her cum until her body completely relaxes into the bed, and she lets out a groan.

you stay buried in her cunt until she tugs you up by the hair for a kiss. she shoves her tongue past your lips, chasing the taste of herself, before tugging you back so she can catch her breath. you gaze down at her lovingly, her half lidded eyes sparkling, her skin glowing. she smirks up at you. "i think you might be onto something with that foreplay stuff." she grunts. you giggle. "never cum like that before." she says.

"my pleasure." you say, grinning. she laughs, then flips you over, pinning you beneath her.

"mmm. now lemme show you what i learned." she says with a cheeky smile. you grin up at her.

"go for it, hot stuff."

needless to say, soft sex becomes one of sevika's favorite ways to have you after that night.

[galaxysupernaturalstuff]

[whotookquiche]

Knf :]

[vasattope]

I love the light in your eyes and the dark in your heart

[bearsbeetsbeskar]

told myself I would finish chapter 4 of RtR and here I am making a playlist with 100+ songs for the new frankie fic I want to write

which brings me to ask:

my fellow Frankie lovers, what songs do we think our beloved Catfish has on his everyday playlist? drop it in the replies!

[ellayuki]

01052022 - 007: No Time To Die

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“I’m sorry,” he says, eyes down, shoulders drawn up. He has no business, he knows, talking to her, no business, when he was powerless to keep Bond alive, when he’d been so useless. Still, Q needs to do this, needs to say it, if only for his peace of mind, if nothing else. “I’m sorry, dr. Swann, for your loss. For…” He swallows, takes a shuddering breath. Finds the rest of his words lost.

“Thank you, Q,” she says, voice sad but gentle. Q understands, he thinks, why Bond loved her so much. “And… It’s not your fault, you know. He made his choice. We just… have to live with it, I suppose.”

Q nods. His eyes prickle and burn, they haven’t really stopped since- Well. 

He’s startled out of his downward spiral by a soft, tentative touch to his cheek. When he blinks and looks up, little Mathilde smiles at him, just a tiny bit. “Ne pleure pas,” she whispers, patting his cheek. Her eyes are so blue, Q feels like he can’t breathe. He smiles, does his damnedest not to show how broken his heart is (no right, no right, he has no right-), and nods again. “Bien.” 

[abigailhobbsgf]

oops

got bored and drew my baby

[shamelessheartscreek]

For the @schittscreekdrabbleblog prompt word "inspiration"

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David took a deep breath, staring at the “Start Assignment” screen. Why had he thought going back to school was a good idea? Warily, he pressed “start,” the first question appearing.

What is your biggest inspiration?

“Oh, my god. I have no idea!” he muttered, frustrated.

“What’d you say?” Patrick asked, walking in, a plate in his hand. “I brought you a fresh cookie. Thought it might help you study.”

“Oh! Yum!” David accepted the cookie and kiss he was offered eagerly. Then, he turned back to the screen, knowing his answer well. Confidently, he typed two words: my husband.

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[separatist-apologist]

Oh god. Now, I’m absolutely obsessed with Eris and arina. I mean first with their aesthetic. Unmatched. Second their pining? Their yearning? And no Baron anymore to create hell on earth?? I know this is gonna be an amazing courtship/fic, and it’s gonna be so cute to see them all soft for each other in the end.

I know I said yearning but the next chapter is literally so smutty

[loyaltyworn]

top/bottom/switch

[madame-serpentine]

Finished a thing! Inspired by the song Dead Inside by Younger Hunger, and then I went down a rabbit hole and turned her into a demon/vampire lol

Eyes were inspired quite directly from Sebastian from Black Butler, the rest is just my little brain chuggin away :)

[canary-vhs]

Giving me the tools to draw was a mistake, and I will make sure everyone has to suffer for it >:DD (In a good way)

[cheekylittlepupp]

[painted-doe]