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tomriddleslove · 2 months

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Those Damn Thighs.

✩Marauders era Gryffindors x F!Reader

Summary: The one where a little too much to drink and too much time in the company of one Sirius Black means they’ve all lost their shame. Alternatively: Them thirsting over your thighs.

A/N: Marauders era obsession coming back? Yes.

There were merely 2 weeks left till the summer holidays were over and school resumed once more, and you can count the number of times you’ve revised on one hand.

Actually, on one finger.

Summer at the Potters seemed like an incredible idea, and you thought that it would be a fun way to liven up your otherwise mundane routine. In hindsight, you should have also recognised that a summer with all of your close friends meant it was near impossible to get anything done properly.

When the idea was first proposed, you pondered how on earth the Potters would manage to host Sirius, Remus, Peter, Marlene, Lily, Mary, and Yourself. However once you had arrived at the Potter manor you realise they could have easily hosted thrice your group.

It should have been no suprise to you that the Potters were filthy rich. Sure, James was a bit rough around the edges and rather boyish. One look at him, however, with his ridiculously expensive leather satchel that he never wears, or his beat up muggle trainers that he always wore despite having a pair of the finest leather shoes in his closet tells you that James Potter came from money.

Perhaps it was because James was so friendly, and oddly rather humble (at least when it came to money, for he had no shame in boasting about his quidditch victories or the girls he’s pulled), that you never really thought about it that much. You could only look on in envy, marvelling at their beautiful home whilst you think back to your rather small, dingy one.

The summer had truly been incredible. You’d sleep in, go out and play quidditch, head to town and pester the shopkeepers into providing you with treats at a reduced cost. You’d come back in the evening, and one by one clamber up to the attic which had been renovated into some sort of ‘hangout’ room, with a small charmed fireplace in the corner and a large persian rug. With the help of James, Lily had transfigured some old pillows into a few beanbags using Fleamont’s wand and the once dusty and bare room had turned into a haven for all of you to gather (and get drunk) in the evenings. Whilst the Potters were largely welcoming people and would put up with the antics that you all would get up to, they very clearly drew the line at drinking. It only took one day of probing from Sirius for James to cave and allow him to smuggle up bottles for the group to enjoy.

From then on, it had naturally become your nighttime routine. Whilst you had already been incredible close as a group, a few days of drinking together had bridged the somewhat awkward gap between the boys and the girls, with each respective group becoming more shameless in conversations and comfortable with one another.

That leads you to today, where you’re scoping out the hallways before sneaking over to the little alcove which had a hidden ladder to the side. You struggle a bit more as you climb up the ladder. You had recently gone out to town with Peter and Mary, and had settled on a pair of bootcut jeans that you saw passing by the shops on the higshtreet. They fit incredibly well, paired with the bell sleeves knitted top that you wore, you looked all the part of what Mary quoted to be “comfortable rockstar chic”. The only issue was that the jeans fit a little too well. Clinging to you tightly, they highlighted your thighs and the curve of your ass, making them look mouth-wateringly delicious. They were absolutely not suited for climbing ladders however, and you largely relied on your upper body strength to pull you up as you finally manage to get through to the attic.

“There she is.” Marlene jibes, and you roll your eyes with a grin as you brush yourself off and walk over to the group, flopping down next to Lily. Marlene is on the far side of the room, on one end of the fire place. She shares a beanbag with Mary, who’s splayed across the top as she stares off at the ceiling. On the beanbag next to her are you and Lily, and to your right is Peter. Remus is sitting cross legged next to Peter, with Sirius and James completing the horseshoe type arrangement on the other side of the fireplace. James is sitting on the floor and leaning his head against the beanbag, looking half asleep as Sirius props his elbows onto his knees, sitting up. You rest your head on Lily’s shoulder and the sweet girl hums lightly, a hand coming up to soothingly stroke your hair. The soft material of her forest green cardigan acts as a wonderfully effect pillow, and you’re fighting to keep your eyes open.

Everyone else was there bar Sirius, which you found odd as he seemed to be the very first person who was there, cracking open a bottle of whatever he managed to get his hands on.

You speak, voice lazy and subdued with the warmth from the fireplace and Lily’s gentle actions at the end of such a long day sending you towards an untimely slumber.

“Where’s Sirius?”

As if on cue, a head of curly black hair pops up at the entrance, pearly white canines peeking through the mischevious grin that tugs at his lips as he scrambles up. He joins the group, covered in an alarming amount of what seemed to be soot as he sits down next to James.

An almost comical cloud of smoke rises up into the air as he sits down and James splutters, shoving Sirius off the beanbag as he fans the soot away.

“Christ, did you go rolling around in the fireplace or something.” James coughs and Remus snorts, leaning back on one elbow.

“See, I took the floo to town because I wanted to grab us something a bit different. I was coming back when I just paused right at the top of your chimney. Had to shuffle my way down the damn thing and almost knocked Effie’s crystal egg off the mantle.” He murmurs, dusting some soot off his knee.

“James’ mum blocked the floo so James would stop being lazy. Sort of backfires sometimes and once he was stuck there for 5 hours because he was too scared to tell his mum.” Peter recalls, and James turns red as Marlene throws her head back, cackling.

“Peter…” James whines as the rest of the group dissolve into laughter, and you can’t help but let out a few giggles of your own, nudging Lily as you whisper into her ear.

“This is the same boy you have a raging crush on?” You taunt and she slaps your arm playfully, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“Well, if you’ve soiled your pretty face so much have you at least gotten something good?” Mary quips, raising a brow. Sirius grins that cocky smile he so often wears as he produces an old green bottle, with red wax hardened around the edge.

“Now this, ladies and gentlemen, is the finest wine one can buy. Produced in 1890, this was produced and aged in the prevalent vineyards of Italy. It was hand sealed by a group of local farmers who harvest the grapes using-“ Sirius starts, but Remus snatches the bottle off him, inspecting the wax seal.

“Alright alright, enough waffling. Let’s have some:” Remus murmurs, trying to pick at the wax.

“Use your wand.” Sirius quips, and Remus looks at him with a deadpan expression.

“Oh, sorry Sirius. Has it not occurred to you that if we could use magic, we wouldn’t have to rely on you taking the floo to town to get some alcohol?” Remus remarks sarcastically. Sirius grumbles, the leather of his jacket squeaking as he crosses his arms.

“Does anyone have a pocket knife? It’s too firm.” Remus says, slapping the neck of the bottle against his palm. Mary hums, reaching into her pocket as she produces a pocket knife. You raise a brow at her as she tosses it over to Remus and she shrugs, her tone casual.

“You never know when you’ll need it.” She says, and Marlene nods in agreement. Remus has no luck with the bottle, passing it over to James. He stabs at the wax, making nothing but a dent. This doesn’t seem to deter him however, as he simply just continues doing the same thing over and over again.

“Boys,” You murmur to the girls with disdain, amusement lacing your tone, “Leave it to them to think bashing a knife into it will work.”

You all look up as they squabble over how to open the bottle, Sirius yanking it off James as he speaks.

“No, you have to twist it. That way the wax crumbles.” He says, trying to drive the knife into the stubborn wax. James shakes his head, pulling the bottle back.

“No, if you stab it you’ll crack the wax. Twisting it won’t do anything.” He argues back, and the boys bicker childishly. You roll your eyes, impatient and ever so slightly agitated as you push up off the bean bag, kneeling on the floor.

“Oh for merlin’s sake, give it here.” You snap, yanking the knife from Sirius and the Bottle from James.

You remain kneeling on the floor, resting your weight on the heels of your feet as you place the bottle between your thighs. You hold it there securely, flicking open the knife as you begin stripping away at the bottle from the side in long, slow movements. You angle the neck of the bottle towards James and Sirius, far too focused on getting the bottle open to notice the silence that’s fallen over the group.

After a few minutes of chipping away at the last of the wax, you jam the tip of the knife into the cork. Squeezing the bottle with your thighs slightly tighter, you pull it off with a perfect pop as a grin of satisfaction graces your face. You look up, and your smile falters slightly as you see Sirius dark gaze trained on you, completely silent. James shifts in his seat, mouth parted slightly as he gazes down at the bottle nestled tightly between your thighs.

“What?” You laugh, and Remus coughs as he tears his gaze away from you, tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip before he speaks.

“Nothing. Pass it here.” He says, voice oddly strained.

“That was the hottest fucking thing i’ve ever seen.” Marlene blurts, breaking the silence as a laugh bubbles out of you. Mary nods eagerly in agreement.

“Gods you’re all shameless. We’ve been spending too much time with Sirius.” You joke, and the afformentioned frowns, a sad little “hey” escaping his lips as Peter chuckles, nodding in agreement.

Now it’s Lily’s turn to nudge you, murmuring as the rest of the group chat about Marlene’s blunt (but honest) statement.

“She was right though. I don’t know how you managed to make that look sexy but everyone was staring at you. Especially…” She trails off, nudging you, and you grin with a small bashful smile. You’re about to probe further when a disgusted splutter catches your attention. Remus wipes his chin, grimacing as he looks down at the bottle.

“Pads, this tastes like absolute shite.”

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xtra7s · 3 months

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Hi hi omg i love your writing it’s amazing! Can i request a Reneè fic where reader is in a famous band and admits in an interview how much she loves and admires Reneè (yk that clip where Reneè is like “Date me” for Rachel Mcadams) and Reneè responds and they get close and collaborate or whatever you want!

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Pairing: Renee Rapp x Reader

Synopsis: Y/N, the bassist for Eclipsed, gives Renee some props during an interview and ends up hanging out with her.

Content: mainly fluff

Word Count: 2k

a/n: okay so this one was a bit confusing to write mainly because I felt like nothing was really going on, I didnt know if you wanted smut or something else so I apologize if it isnt what u wanted :(

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The excitement buzzed in the air as Y/N YL/N, the talented bassist of the rising rock band "Eclipsed," prepared for a much-anticipated interview. The band had been making waves in the music scene, and the media was eager to learn more about the individuals behind the electrifying sound. Y/N, known for their skillful bass playing and enigmatic stage presence, was ready to share their journey.

The interview took place in a trendy studio, with the band seated on a chic, modern couch. Y/N's fingers idly traced the frets on their bass, a well-worn instrument that had seen countless gigs and late-night jam sessions. The interviewer, a music journalist with an infectious passion for the industry, dove straight into the questions.

"So, Y/N, let's start with your musical journey. How did you find your way to the bass guitar?" the interviewer inquired, leaning forward.

Y/N grinned, the memory of their musical awakening evident in their eyes. "I actually started with the guitar, but one day, I heard this deep, resonant bass line that just spoke to me. It was like the heartbeat of the song, and from that moment, I was hooked. I switched to the bass, and it felt like coming home."

The rest of the band nodded in agreement, acknowledging the pivotal role Y/N played in shaping the band's distinctive sound. The lead singer, Maya, chimed in, "Y/N brings a unique energy to our music. The bass lines add a whole new layer, creating this dynamic and powerful sonic landscape."

As the conversation flowed, the interviewer shifted gears, asking about the band's creative process. Drummer Alex spoke about the collaborative nature of their songwriting, while the guitarist, Jake, discussed the influences that shaped their sound. Y/N interjected with tales of late-night jam sessions and the organic evolution of their music.

"We all bring something different to the table," Y/N explained. "It's like a musical potluck. Each of us has our own tastes and influences, and when we come together, it creates this fusion of sound that defines Eclipsed."

The conversation turned to the band's recent successes, including a sold-out show and a growing fan base. Y/N's eyes sparkled with gratitude as they reflected on the journey.

"It's been incredible," Y/N shared. "Our fans are amazing. They connect with the raw emotion in our music, and that's the most rewarding part. Music is a language that transcends words, and seeing people resonate with what we create is truly humbling."

As the interview with Eclipsed continued, the interviewer shifted gears, a mischievous glint in their eyes.

"Now, Y/N, the music world is full of incredible artists, and one rising star who seems to have captured a lot of attention is Renee Rapp. Have you had the chance to meet her, and what are your thoughts on her music?" the interviewer inquired, a sly smile playing on their lips.

Y/N's expression lit up at the mention of Renee Rapp. "Oh, Renee is fantastic! I haven't had the pleasure of meeting her in person yet, but I'm a big fan of her work. Her music has this raw authenticity that really resonates with me. It's always refreshing to see artists who pour their heart and soul into their craft."

The rest of the band nodded in agreement, expressing their admiration for Renee Rapp's talent. Maya, the lead singer, chimed in, "I love how she fearlessly embraces her uniqueness. It's inspiring to see artists who aren't afraid to be true to themselves, both in their music and their persona."

The interviewer pressed a bit further, asking if there were any specific songs or aspects of Renee Rapp's music that Y/N found particularly inspiring. Y/N thought for a moment before responding, "I really connect with the way she uses her voice to convey emotion. It's powerful and evocative. As musicians, we're always drawn to those artists who can create a genuine connection with their audience, and Renee does that exceptionally well."

The conversation then meandered into a discussion about musical influences, with each band member sharing their favorite artists and the impact those musicians had on their own sound. It was clear that Eclipsed Echoes drew inspiration from a diverse range of genres and artists, contributing to the richness of their music.

"And, Y/N, given that you've expressed admiration for Renee Rapp's talent, do you have any comments for her?" the interviewer asked, a faint hint of curiosity in their tone.

Y/N, ever composed, smiled with her teeth. "I do,-" She paused, looking at the camera directly. "Keep your head up, bitch. you're effortlessly you and that shit is wicked. You gotta remember the comments of your loved ones are the only ones that matter."

The rest of the band nodded in agreement, sensing the delicate nature of the question. Maya, the lead singer, added, "Absolutely. It's crucial to separate someone's art from their personal lives. We're all here because of our love for music, and that's what we should celebrate."

The interviewer, quickly shifted gears steering the conversation back toward the band's music and upcoming projects. Y/N, always poised and focused on the music, gracefully navigated through the interview, steering it away from personal matters and back into the realm of creativity and passion.

As the interview concluded, it was evident that the members of Eclipsed were not only talented musicians but also individuals who valued respect and professionalism in their interactions. The episode served as a reminder that, while curiosity about an artist's personal life may arise, the primary focus should always remain on the artistry and creativity that unite the diverse and dynamic world of music.

A few days after the interview, Y/N found a pleasant surprise in their Instagram inbox. It was a message from none other than Renee Rapp herself. Excitement bubbled within Y/N as they read the message.

"Hey Y/N! 🌟 I caught your interview, and it was awesome hearing your thoughts on my music. Your band's sound is killer! Would love to chat more and maybe hang out sometime. What do you say?"

Y/N quickly replied, expressing their gratitude and enthusiasm for the unexpected message. The conversation flowed effortlessly as they exchanged thoughts about music, shared favorite artists, and found common ground in their passion for creating authentic, powerful art.

Renee suggested meeting up for a casual hangout, perhaps grabbing coffee or exploring a local record store. Y/N eagerly agreed, and plans were set in motion for a meeting between two talented musicians who had connected through their shared love for the art form.

As the day of the meetup arrived, Y/N couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. They met Renee at a cozy cafe, and from the moment they greeted each other, it was clear that the connection extended beyond the digital realm. The conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter, shared stories of musical journeys, and a mutual appreciation for the creative process.

Y/N and Renee's casual hangout unfolded into an afternoon of shared laughter, animated discussions about music, and an undeniable chemistry that lingered in the air. The cozy cafe provided the perfect backdrop for their burgeoning connection, with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enhancing the warmth of the atmosphere.

As they chatted about their favorite bands and musical influences, Y/N couldn't help but be captivated by Renee's infectious enthusiasm. The conversation flowed seamlessly between topics, from the intricacies of songwriting to the exhilarating rush of performing on stage. Each shared anecdote deepened the connection, forging a bond between two artists who understood the unique challenges and joys of their chosen path.

The flirtatious banter began subtly, with playful glances and gentle teasing. Renee's laughter resonated like a melody, and Y/N found themselves drawn to her magnetic energy. As they strolled through a nearby record store, fingers lightly brushing against vinyl covers and sharing recommendations, the air seemed charged with an unspoken tension.

At a moment of quiet contemplation in the record store, Renee's gaze met Y/N's, and a playful smirk played on her lips. "You know," she said with a twinkle in her eye, "your interview made me curious. You mentioned appreciating someone's art without focusing on appearance. Do you always manage to separate the two?"

Y/N felt a flush of warmth creeping up their cheeks, realizing the subtle shift in the conversation. With a coy smile, they responded, "Well, I believe in appreciating the beauty in everything, whether it's in the artistry of music or… other things."

The air between them crackled with a newfound tension, and as they continued to explore the record store, the playful exchanges deepened into a more overt flirtation. A gentle touch on the arm here, a lingering gaze there—each gesture spoke volumes, creating an atmosphere charged with unspoken desire.

As they wrapped up their hangout, Y/N and Renee exchanged contact information, promising to meet again soon. The connection they forged went beyond the shared love for music, evolving into a magnetic attraction that lingered in the air, leaving both of them eager to explore the potential of this unexpected and thrilling connection.

In the days that followed their initial hangout, Y/N and Renee's connection deepened through playful messages and shared playlists. Their conversations became increasingly laced with flirtatious undertones, a dance of words that hinted at a mutual attraction.

One evening, Y/N received a message from Renee suggesting a joint songwriting session. The prospect of collaborating ignited a spark of excitement in Y/N, and they eagerly agreed. As they settled into the cozy ambiance of Y/N's home studio, surrounded by musical instruments and the gentle hum of creativity, the air seemed charged with both anticipation and a growing sense of intimacy.

As they worked on a new song, Y/N couldn't help but notice the subtle shifts in Renee's body language—the way she would lean in slightly, the lingering touches on shared instruments, and the occasional laughter that held a hint of something more. The energy between them was palpable, a magnetic force drawing them closer with each passing moment.

Renee, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, suggested taking a break and grabbing a snack from the kitchen.

As Y/N and Renee took a break in the cozy kitchen, the atmosphere crackled with a potent blend of creative energy and unspoken desire. The shared laughter and flirtatious banter lingered in the air, creating a magnetic pull that neither could ignore. Renee, feeling the palpable tension, decided to take a bold step.

As they stood near the kitchen island, discussing the finer details of their latest composition, Renee's gaze lingered on Y/N's lips. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she leaned in, closing the distance between them and placing her hands on Y/N's waist. Time seemed to slow as Y/N felt the soft warmth of Renee's lips pressing against their own, and their back hitting the counter.

The kiss was electric, a spontaneous spark that ignited a fire between them. Y/N, momentarily stunned, soon reciprocated, their hands instinctively finding each other in a gentle embrace. The kitchen became a canvas for this unexpected moment, a dance of passion and shared connection against the backdrop of a creative haven.

Breaking the kiss, Renee grinned, her eyes filled with a mixture of playfulness and genuine affection. "Well, that was unexpected," she teased, her fingers gently tracing patterns on Y/N's arm.

Y/N, catching their breath, couldn't help but smile in response. "Glad you did it, Renee."

The shared laughter that followed sealed the moment, turning the kitchen into a haven where the boundaries between music and personal connection blurred. As they chatted over a plate of shared snacks, their knees brushed against each other under the table, creating a subtle yet electrifying connection. As they returned to their songwriting session, the newfound intimacy lingered, infusing their creative collaboration with an electrifying energy that promised more harmonies to come. The kitchen island, witness to the impromptu kiss, became a symbol of the uncharted territory their connection was now exploring.

#renee rapp #renee rapp x reader #wlw #lesbian #lgbtq #mean girls #leighton murray x reader #regina george x reader #leighton murray #the sex lives of college girls

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yanderenightmare · 1 year

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this doesn’t need to be a full story I’d just love to see some of scummy kirishima trying to refrain himself from forcing himself on his darling but she makes it .. so hard

BNHA ! THIRST

Kirishima Eijirou x darling

TW: NSFW, yandere, noncon/dubcon, misogyny, prohero au, inappropriate thoughts in the office…

I took liberties - made darling a supervisor-type from the Hero Commission fsr

It's as though every inch of you begs him to pounce. From the free-fall of crispy-done curls that cascade down around your shoulder to the perfectly placed red-lined lips you smack once talking down to him about proper hero protocol and the subsequent punishments that follow insubordination and how you'll have his license revoked if he doesn't start playing by the Hero Public Safety Commissions rules.

You make him want to gather your expensive haircut in a tight-knit fist – smudge all that red over your pretty face when taking his cock so far down your bratty throat you choke on all the prissy words kept on your tongue for him.

Strutting in that tight black pencil skirt that cinches your small waist – making it look so perfectly receptacle for his large hands – above those firm hips and those doughy thighs he wants nothing more but to squeeze into and make jiggle as he buries himself deep between them. You make his balls itch every time you stomp away from him – with the cruelly tall peekaboo slit splitting your skirt open – teasing him with every loud step you take in those slick black stilettos - showing ankles and legs and knees and thighs, up and up but not far up enough to quench the feral hunger it edges deep down in his gut.

He'd shuffle on his knees – bite his knuckles in restraint – all to cop a feel of that ass and how you sway it with the same sass of an alley-cat. He can imagine it receiving his greedy hands so well – letting him carve in so far he might see his fingers completely swallowed in the fat. Leave his handprint in stinging welts that make you weep for kindness, bent over his lap with your wrists in his fist – only to be answered by his sharp teeth sinking deep into the supple flesh – making you scream.

You don't make it easy for him… being so tiny and snatchable. It would be the easiest thing – to take and tame you – to pull your much smaller body right off your feet and push you tight against the nearest wall – all your important documents on the floor beneath his dirty boots as you take his cock between your ribs and choke on the moan it gives you.

He can barely listen when you berate him – telling him his pay will be redacted if he doesn’t try harder at keeping the wreckage of private and government buildings to a minimum – unable to block out all the impure thoughts that go bubbling from his balls, making his throat tight as you stand there so primly in your glossy silk shirt with buttons so flimsy he bet they'd pop off on the slightest little tug. He imagines it as you continue your rant – your finger pointed at him strictly, and all he’s able to think about is how your breasts would spill out and he’d get to see whatever chic lace brazier you have on underneath.

Gnashing his teeth together, gritting them tight at how painful his boner is, kept inside the strict confines of his boxers while he imagines chewing on the pretty pearls you keep around your throat – thinking about tugging the necklace tight in a strangle, making you squeak and groan as he pounds you harder and harder from behind.

He bets only one of his big hands in your hair would have you completely humbled. Bet you'd cower in cries and do exactly whatever he'd tell you in fear of having your pretty body hurt.

He bet he'd get away with it, too – that's the worst part – that the crime he wants to commit the most is one without consequence. He'll think about it until his abdomen feels like it's about to burst – until his head's so hot and pounding it hurts, and he might very well blackout and give into all of it without further thought.

It would be as easy as pulling on a ski mask. He knows exactly how he’d do it – has your entire routine mapped out and knows exactly what empty building is still under construction in exactly what shortcut you go through to reach your apartment. Knows exactly which slab of still dusty concrete he could bend you over and push your little tear-stained face down against – watching the chub of your cheek squish against the cold stone as you moan on hot cries and plead out fruitless whimpers for his mercy.

He imagines taking his sweet time with you – getting you real nice and ready for him, playing slippery patterns between your folds where he has your feet kicked apart in a spread. He'd rest his pained and pulsating meat between the valley of your asscheeks as you shake and whine – rubbing against the soft plush skin with a rumble in his chest until you're perfectly puffy and wet for him – tight cunt suckling lewdly on three of his fat gravely fingers stuffed inside it.

He knows you don't get around much – knows you're too busy and otherwise too stingy to let any random person fuck you, so he can only imagine how sweet and sensitive you'd be for him – so needy for the attention, you'd probably start cheering him on once feeling how good he stretches your cock-starved pussy out.

He imagines your moans are real girly, too – that you'd squeal so nicely once split apart on him. And how your thighs would quake, receiving every inch of his length inside you – toes curling in your stilettos once he's completely bottomed out – nudging his fat cockhead right up against your cervix.

You’d clench on his shaft – milk him for cum – desperate for it.

And he’d give it to you – paint your walls thick with it – cream your tight little cunt so full of it you’d moan out the prettiest breathless thank you as it spills in beady pills down your thighs into your expensive power-heels – properly put in your place.

tip-jar: Kofi

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pretty-unglad-you-were-born · 3 months

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posting my submissions here to influence people and make it harder for @artsimpourtzi to cheat

tomdaya

- bestest moment of the year:

- most underrated moment of the year: the 72-hour trip to london after paris just to see tom's family with claire<3

- most unexpected moment of the year: london was never the same after this

- best pretzeling exhibit: zendaya falling off her bike and tom kindly helping her walk back home

- sappiest moment of the year: doing charity work together<3

- best photo of the year:

- best couple outfit of the year: matching tz<3

zendaya

- best moment of the year: winning her first golden globe and cca

- best street outfit of the year: pissing off the dailymail chic

- best red carpet look of the year:

- best down bad moment of the year: get ready with me to be my boyfriend's cheerleader for the day while he plays the worst game of basketball you will ever see

- best online moment of the year: of course this would happen the day before my birthday cause she did it for me

tom

- best moment of the year: june 1st you will always be the best day on the calendar

- best look of the year: valentino belt saved lives

- best down bad moment of the year: this is just 1/4th of them

- best online moment of the year:

- most unhinged quote of the year: girl get up

about tomdaya

- best noon moment of the year: humbling his superstar parents

- best tomdaya captain of the year: it's a tie between marina doby nails and mark thompson from gettyimages

- best tomdaya tea:

- most unhinged anti theory of the year:

- most memorable tomdaya rumour of the year:

- best account of people seeing them but no pictures: getting exactly 0 crumbs from tz during virgo's groove not once but twice😔

- most insane tomdaya family and friends moment: choose your fighter

tomdaya fandom

- best unglad art piece: all of them

- the ultimate papi award: monacunt

- the "you had to be there" tumblr moment award: i judge your level of fun based on the way you reacted to this

- biggest delulu moment of the year that came true: londonchristmas™ and concerttz™. can you guess what they both have in common?

- best tumblr running gag: revenge will win every tbt contest ever until the end of time

media

- song of the year: 😝🤪😜🤪😜🤪

- best tcr episode: if daniana has 0 fans it means i am dead

pop culture

- best new couple: we know you made this category so kylothée don't go home empty handed

- worst breakup: latisharry😢💔

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i-made-a-bg3-blog · 10 months

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In honor of the updated release date, it is once again time to make a shitpost no one would ever care about.

Ranking BG3 companions from worst to best cooks:

5. Astarion

You know this motherfucker has never cooked a day in his life, even before he was a vampire. In fact, I have a hard time imagining him eating at all. He's that guy who is perpetually late, always hungover (but like in a chic way), and his diet consists of red wine, cigarettes, and cocaine. Also, he always has an iced coffee, even when there is no conceivable way he could have gotten one. No, I have not thought a lot about this, what are you talking about?

4. Lae'zel

Lae'zel seems like she's a 'food is food' kind of person. Her cooking is edible, but that's about it. She refuses to cater to weak, lesser races by adding any kind of seasoning.

3. Shadowheart

The thing is, has Shadowheart actually cooked for the group? Cause I can imagine Tav asking her, and her questioning why they're asking her specifically, and then Tav worries that they've said something offensive. Mostly she just doesn't want to, and this is a very effective method for avoiding it.

2. Wyll

Wyll is a good cook, but he has a tendency to get a little too creative. Everyone dreads when he starts talking about a new recipe idea he's had because it'll end up being something like watermelon-braised boar meat stuffed into a pumpkin.

1. Gale

Does Gale like cooking? Probably not. However, Gale refuses to be bad at anything. Also, he's one of those super annoying people who act faux-humble about something they are obviously really good at. He'd be like, 'oh no, it's nothing special' after making a souffle in the middle of goddamned woods, but you know he knows. God he's so annoying. I love him.

#another bg3 shitpost #bg3 hot takes???#my place in the discourse is asking the questions no one has ever given a fuck about #and then having psycho opinions about them #astarion #gale #wyll #lae'zel #shadowheart #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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prismatic-bell · 1 year

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This is probably a really dumb question. But is it okay for us non-Jewish people to reblog the very lovely quote about how it's okay not to complete the work, but we're not allowed to abandon it? Because I'm not Jewish, I follow you, and b/c of your posts I've been seeing how really shitty we non-Jews are w/assimilation and stuff, & I don't want to do wrong by anybody. Thanks, Marbles

OKAY SO.

As with all things Jewish, there’s a short answer and there’s a good answer. There also is no “right” answer, because “two Jews, three opinions” is an underestimation of how many opinions you can fit into one Jew, but this is MY answer, and I think a decent chunk of Jews will probably find it at least mostly acceptable.

For those just tuning into this program, the quote @marblesarelost is referring to is my favorite in all of Judaism, and was written by Rabbi Tarfon in a section of Talmud called the Pirkei Avot:

“Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world’s grief. Walk humbly NOW! Do justly NOW! No one is obligated to complete the work, but neither may any one desist from it.”

The “work” being spoken of is to repair the world, or in Hebrew, “tikkun olam.” It’s the central tenet of my movement in Judaism, the Reform movement.

So: you are absolutely correct that there’s a huge problem with gentiles appropriating things from Judaism. However, let’s go back to the original, actual definition of cultural appropriation, as created by Black women: it’s not just that you do a thing we do. It’s that you mock or berate us for a thing, then turn around and take that thing, strip it of all its original meaning, and use it, and suddenly in your hands it’s “cool.” When the concept of cultural appropriation first fell onto my radar circa 2016, one of the major examples was dreadlocks, and how clean, well-kept locs on a Black woman are “unprofessional” and “dirty” but the kind-of-vaguely-looks-like-locs-if-you-get-drunk-and-squint deliberately-created MATS some white people wear and call “locs” are seen as a sign you’re “boho” or “a free spirit.” This was closely followed by discussion of bindis, and how they’re treated with disdain when worn by Indian women but Taylor Swift or Ariana Grande puts one on and suddenly they’re sooooooo chic.

(Yes, in an ironic twist you couldn’t put in a book because people would call it unrealistic, the very concept of cultural appropriation has been appropriated.)

So with the actual, this-is-what-the-Black-community-meant definition in front of you for reference, take a look at these questions. These are rhetorical—anybody with the degree of self-awareness to say “I don’t know if this thing from a closed religion is for me” is probably not doing any of this. It’s just here for reference.

—do you see a problem with “Christian Seders” or do you think Jews should be flattered other people are interested, geez, it’s not like we’re being murdered?

—do you make fun of people wearing skullcaps/kippot/yarmulkes, or do you recognize it’s cultural garb?

—do you get all weird and pissy over the major Jewish holiday season being in fall rather than in winter?

—do you conflate Jews with Israel or do you recognize that these are two separate groups with some overlap?

—do you make fun of Orthodox clothing and hairstyles?

If you can honestly say “no, I realize this is a culture of its own and things I don’t understand aren’t necessarily ‘wrong’ or ‘weird,’ just different,” you’re in a good position to share Jewish voices.

HERE IS WHERE THE CURVEBALL COMES IN.

This quote is from Talmud.

And unlike things like, say….talking about a Seder you were invited to, or saying “may you be sealed” to a Jewish friend on Yom Kippur, the Talmud is not semi-closed, it’s *closed.* People study Talmud all their lives in the hope of gaining even a small glimmer of understanding. It has to be studied in the context of being well-versed in Torah and Jewish interpretation, because removing it from that context renders it entirely incomprehensible.

WITH THAT SAID.

I think this is one of the few places in Talmud where there is, at a bare minimum, a surface understanding that’s applicable to everyone. Certainly Rabbi Tarfon’s words carry additional weight with the force of Jewish learning and tradition behind them, but I’m pretty sure if you could sit down with him and say “Rabbi, your words inspired me to keep fighting for my community. When I was ready to give up your words reminded me I wasn’t alone, that anything I do in the interest of pushing forward justice and equality is a net positive, and I was able to keep going. I’m a gentile. Is it okay that I take this from your words?” he’d almost certainly be like “yes??? As you say, it’s a net positive, so why wouldn’t I be okay with you gleaning this?” It’s slightly different from a lot of Talmudic commentary in that it applies to the mitzvot of things like tikkun olam and pikuach nefesh, but these things can also be done outside the Jewish community without any reference to Torah at all. You can pay for a homeless person’s dinner and that’s tikkun olam. You can take a CPR class and that’s pikuach nefesh (or at least, preparing yourself to commit an act thereof, should it be necessary). You aren’t doing those things as mitzvot, because you’re a gentile—you’re doing them because you think they’re the right thing to do—but that doesn’t mean “don’t overwhelm yourself by trying to do it all, but don’t just give up either” isn’t good advice. We don’t call him one of our greatest sages because he was an idiot. Is there plenty more below the surface? Oh, for sure. Does that make the surface reading wrong? Not necessarily.

So: 99.999999% of the time, I would say you should not reblog Talmudic quotes. They’re not going to be relevant to you or your life experience and you’ll lack the background knowledge to interpret them.

But this one, specifically? Yeah. I’d say this one is okay. Make sure it’s sourced to Rabbi Tarfon and the Pirkei Avot/Ethics of the Father, or to the Talmud.

And then go forth, and do justly now, and remember: you can’t finish the work alone. But you also don’t have the right to walk away.

Okay, fellow Jews, time for a pie fight in the comments. Have fun.

#you ask nina answers #nina blogs judaism #Jumblr

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sayitdido · 8 months

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Hii this is oddly specific but can i request a perv! aged up professor beomgyu x innocent good student/teachers pet reader. Like y/n wears pastel colour short skirts and dangerously low tops (AND THIGH HIGHS AHHH). So Beomgyu can’t help but get distracted taking a peek down your chest and taking a whiff of your perfume when he leans in a lil too close to help you with a question, leaving him painfully hard after each lesson. One day, man’s just loses it and rails you in the lecture hall. When you’re done, he takes your panties as a souvenir and watches his cum drips down your shaky legs as you head back to your dorm. Anyway so like this becomes routine after class ends… but gyu gets bolder and slips a remote control vibrator into you before class to watch you squirm and try to stay quiet during the lecture, even asking you to answer questions in front of the whole class hehehe

You can ignore this if you find it uncomfortable. The idea has just been living in my mind for the longest time.

nsfw content, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

warnings: corruption, misusage of power, dom!gyu, sub!reader, worshiping, public play, unprotected sex, objectification, degradation

sweet girl wears these cutesy yet revealing outfits and expects her professor to not look at her that way, what a naivety~ yet you are so sweet to his eyes. how can he complain? his eyes exult with the sight every time. your temptress perfume filling his nasals everytime he sneaks to have sniff. he loses it one day after getting a bonner from your smell.

what started as quick glimpses has turned into more woth time. you being teacher's pet, eager to please your professor at all cost has turned you into his plaything. obedient little slut to his desires.

bending over his desk every single time he calls you in his office. disguising his real intentions with assigning you as his little paid intern/helper. dean can't say anything to that, can she?

he pounds you good and fills you with him seed and taking your cute panties as souvenir. what a gift for himself. as cum drips from your cute cunt you only hope no one notices till you go to your dorm.

he gets bolder and bolder with time. testing you with vibrating panties right in the class. trying so hard to keep yourself from moaning, you just look at him with puppy eyes. remembering his words. if you be good for him, you will get an award after this. so you endure it like the good girl you are.

yet he is wicked asking you questions to test if you pay attention to his class. you make a fool of yourself when answeing him wrong every single time.

what a dumb yet obedient slut. mind filled with not so innocent desires. as the class finishes you beg him to take you his place. as he brings you to his humble yet chic place. the amount of lust increases throughout your body. you don't just want him, you need him.

his mordant cock becomes your god. his cum painting your walls becomes your prays getting replied. beautiful voice ruined screams for him like hymn.

how can he feel ashamed when misusing his power got him the best fucktoy there is.

"pathetic little slut can't even shallow it all. you better clean it all. otherwise you are not getting my cum ever again."

a/n: anon i am speechless and sorry for the very late answer, i hope you like it~ i wanted to come back with this instead of turning this into a whole fic cuz it(full fic version) was bad. i liked this version so imma stick with this. i hope you don't mind header credit: @/cafekitsune

#txt smut #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #beomgyu smut #beomgyu hard thoughts #beomgyu hard hours #txt imagines #beomgyu imagines

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third-arch · 3 months

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Corazon Rambling-A Heart of Gold

An incomplete rambling about how I see Corazon and how I write him as a character.

One thing that I noticed when studying Corazon’s design was that it was a complete contrast to his brother’s.

His posture was droopy, his features were boxed and squared, rather than jagged and pointed like Doflamingo. His colors were darker and mature, rather than bright and chic. His bangs drooped over his eyebrows. He smoked, too.

So,

When you think of Corazon, what are the first words that come to mind?

Silly? Goofy? Lovable? Clumsy?

Or maybe, there’s a more subtle set of words that come to mind,

Quiet, father figure, caring, and all that.

The funny thing about Corazon is that he is all of those things, and I always try to incorporate them in my writings.

Still, it seems undermining to only define him that way, at least to me it does.

Throughout my time in the One Piece fandom, I have seen Corazon’s character interpreted in a multitude of ways, ranging from a silly, goofy tall guy, to a compassionate father figure and selfless caregiver for the bratty child Law was.

I realized the amount of characterizations that were possible for him.

He is one of the most beloved characters in the One Piece universe. Yet, we see so little of him.

So, there are bound to be multiple characterizations of him.

Yet, out of all of the perceptions I have seen done of him, there were two individuals who I thought interpreted his character very well.

But, throughout all of this, one phrase I rarely seen used when describing him is the one that I think fits him most admirably.

Corazon has a Heart of Gold

In my opinion, he’s just.

He’s willing to sacrifice himself for the greater good, and dedicate his life of it simply means helping others see the greater good.

He’s brilliant and loves unconditionally.

Humble, sweet, and gentle.

He’s patient and empathetic.

He’s a leader and a commander, willing to take on hardships and make sacrifices, even at his lowest.

Even when in pain and miserable,

He’d bleed and die for those he loves.

He set aside his emotions when others were hurting.

He loved with all his heart.

He’s strong and courageous.

He’d be willing to smile in the face of the devil if it meant a greater good would come out of it. If it meant forever leaving a positive impact on someone.

He is someone who is willing to set his foot down when someone crosses the line, and will do what it takes to ensure it never happens again.

And, most of all, he was completely altruistic and noble.

Even when he was dying, he wasn’t even sure if Law would remember him or his impact.

He just thought he’d be a passing memory.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Corazon was truly the best thing that ever happened to Law after all that he went through.

Neither Corazon nor Law realize it, nor do they need to.

Just and genuine love.

He saved his life without knowing what would come of it.

Even in his final moments, instead of reflecting on his own life or past, all he cared about was Law leaving silently and safely.

His heart poured out love for that child.

Courage and compassion beyond comprehension,

And he did it all with a smile.

#one piece #op #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar law #one piece art #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar d law x reader #law x reader #corazon #corazon op #rosinante corazon #rosinante x reader #one piece rosinante #corazon x reader #donquixote rosinante #op imagines #one piece imagine

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theesirenteller · 6 months

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“you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.” - 128 for Rio please🤭🩷

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞 | Masterlist

♪ Por eso friki-friki-friki-friki-frik, friki-frik, frikitona ♪

The Latin blared loudly throughout the luxurious downtown Detroit loft. The vibration of the speakers bouncing off the walls. The home was filled to maximum capacity. Sweaty, half-naked bodies either grinding against one another or swinging off the various stripper poles located in the living room. Blue agave tequila bottles, cases of Corona beers, and sparkling white wines covered the marble countertops. The partygoer's skin had a pink hue to it due to the pink and red disco balls that shined down from the ceiling. Various neon-colored pills were scattered across the living room table beside used red solo cups. In the midst of the chaos, Epiphany sat on the sink in the master bathroom with her phone clutched in her hands.

〘𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢〙

As she awaited Rio's reply, the dancer helped herself to another sip of her Corona. The incoming 'ding' of a new message from her phone caused her to straighten up.

《𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍?》

She couldn't stop the smile that crept across her lips as the memory of him and his hauntingly beautiful eyes swept across her mind.

〘𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝟺𝚡 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐〙

After sending her location, Epiphany began drowning down the last few drops of her beer, and her friends barged into the bathroom. "¡Oye! ¿Dónde están los refrescos de la fiesta, huh?"Valentina asked. The Mexicana pulled her waist-length hair into a messy bun with her claw clip. The four girls behind her agreed with a simple 'yea!' in unison.

"The refreshments are coming any minute now." Epiphany replied. She impatiently refreshed her message box once again. Her attention then turned towards Valentina. "Yo, if Mario snorts any more coke he's gonna start needing little blue pills to have a good time."

"That happened about 200 lines ago." Valentina scoffed as their friends laughed.

"Guzmán is her prey tonight." Their mutual friend, Jasmine, joked.

"Mira, esta noche la luna está llena y mi cama está vacía y Guzmán está soltero y solo así que…" Valentina replied with a wiggle of her eyebrows. Which caused the ladies to giggle. {ʟᴏᴏᴋ, ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɪs ғᴜʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴇᴅ ɪs ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜᴢᴍᴀɴ ɪs sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ sᴏ…}

《500$ 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙》

A pleased smirk spread across Epiphany's lips, and she proceeded to send him a kiss emoji before jumping off the sink. "Our refreshments are here chicas." The girls cheered as Epiphany slipped on her mink fur coat. Her metallic-gold, rhinestone-studded bikini was no match for the Detroit midnight wind. As she made her way out of the bathroom and through the crowd, Epiphany's six-inch stilettos tapped against the floor. Her heartbeat sped up at the thought of seeing him. She wondered if he would be wearing a black button-down shirt like the night they'd met. Black usually made everyone look chic and classy. But for Rio, that color was made for him.

She daydreamed about him throughout the elevator ride downstairs. But, it wasn't the dark knight that awaited her. Instead, it was a shorter, more buff, heavily tattooed male that she Rio with at the strip club.

"Not who you were expecting?" Mick questioned as he took notice of Epiphany's raised eyebrow.

"You don't exactly look like Willie Wonka." She responded while digging into her pocket for the cash.

"I'm his brother." He replied monotonously as they traded goods.

The exchange humbled almost in audible chuckles before they went their separate ways. Time passed by slowly the moment that Ephipany and her friends were faced with the baggies of drugs they were faced with. Excitement filled their eyes as they sat together in the bathroom. Valentina cut semi-thick lines of cocaine across her iPhone with her Amex card. Epiphany passed around the Adderall while Maria refilled their flute glasses with tequila.

A few bangs upon the door caused the girls to flinch and caused one of them to yell, "Vete a la mierda pendejo!" Eventually, it did stop, and the group carried on with their fun. The moment the ivory-colored powder hit the roof of Epiphany's nostril, it was like she'd been shot with adrenaline. The familiar euphoric bliss that made her world go from average to sunshine and fucking rainbows. She drowned four lines without so much as a sniffle, and after that, the party finally started for her. Epiphany felt like she could run a marathon, but instead, she danced.

Wildly, Epiphany danced topless on top of tables in the middle of the living room. Her loose curls bounced in the air as she grinds against her friends. "Y yo voy, voy, voy!" She and her friends sang along to Daddy Yankee at the top of their lungs. Her breasts bounced up as she began jumping along with the crowd. The feeling of her heart beating roughly against her chest as if it were clawing out of her body was the climax before the crash. She could feel the rapid beat of the music vibrating off her skin. Valentina's sweaty hands on her hips as they swayed together. Her nose is stuffy and wet, just like her eyes. Her mouth grew dry, and by the heavy pressure she felt in her chest, Epiphany knew that she couldn't bear another line or another Adderall.

"Fuck…" She breathed out as she made her way off the table. Her friends were so wasted that they didn't notice her stumble into the master bedroom. But Epiphany didn't mind because she wanted to leave quietly anyway. Her coat was thrown beside the empty bed, Just where she had left it. Picking the mink up from the floor, Epiphany slipped it over her half-naked body. As she buttoned it up, her stomach began to growl. The craving for salty, cheesy eggs swept over her as she sank onto the bed. Eggs made her think of him. Their shared breakfast the morning after consisted of eggs and bacon.

Epiphany sighs to herself with glee at the thought of him. She proceeds to search for a Xanax tablet in her jacket before popping it into her once retrieved. An opened bottle of champagne was located on the bedside table and she washed her tablet down with it. 'Breakfast sounds really good right now.' she thought to herself before texting Rio. She yearned to see him. To Feel his hands across her skin. To feel his lips against hers.

〘𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚜 ??? 𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 @ 𝟹 𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝〙

The bubbles of the champagne tickled the back of her throat as she sipped it. Not expecting him to respond, Epiphany stuffed her phone back into her pocket and left the bedroom. Just like every other party she went to, the dancing and drugs always turned things into one big orgy. The living room was a sea of naked bodies colliding and others laid out cold. The dancer spilled out of the loft quietly and took the elevator to the parking lot. The cool air provided a sense of comfort to her hot skin. As she walked along the quiet streets of the affluent area of Detroit, Rio sat at the bar on the opposite side of town.

The Chicago gangster had sat in self-isolation with a glass of Pappy Van Winkle bourbon in his hands. Beth was a person he could only handle in small doses or else, the urge to off her would be too great. Hot and cold she was and even when she invited him to sleep over her new home…he didn't. Basking in his own solitude was how he spent his nights when his child wasn't in his care. It was hard for him to trust people in a city of snakes. His thick eyebrows began to knit together the moment he received the text. A little taken aback that Epiphany had texted at this hour. Based on the order Mick dropped off, Rio figured she'd either be knocked out cold or in someone's bed.

For a solid five minutes, he stared at the text. Debating with himself on what his next move would be. But in the end, Rio ended up getting into his car and driving to pick her up. He hadn't thought much of it, instead, he acted off impulse. Epiphany was intriguing in a fun way. She was energetic and fiery. He had a thing for a girl with spice. Her direct yet sassy attitude amused him. When he rolled into the 7/11 parking lot, his eyebrows raised at the sight of her. Her fur coat fit her like a mini dress; it felt right above her knees. A look of relaxation across her face as she sipped on a cherry cola. He couldn't help but admire how enchanted she looked underneath the moonlight. She had this type of 'untamed beauty' about her. Effortless. He found her to be sexy in a sultry way. Rio proceeded to step out of the car and make his way around the driver's side to the front of the car, "Hey Champ."

"You came." Epiphany cheered with glee as she made her way over to him.

"I told you I would." Rio chuckled.

"Yeah well, my bad I thought I'd die of hunger before you got here." She giggled as her face grew hot.

"Nah." He smiled humorously, "I wouldn't do you like that."

Epiphany couldn't help but swoon. Rio had the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. "You're so pretty. Like really… really pretty." she blurted out. A starry look in her eyes and a dazed smile on her lips.

"And you're drunk."

"I am but a drunk always speaks the truth,'' she argued.

Their laughs went together like a symphony to an orchestra. And for a moment their eyes lingered on one another. Wanderlust about each other was thick in the air that night. Rio only grinned and proceeded to open the passenger side door for her. As soon as Epiphany was inside and they started their journey through the city, Rio asked her "So, what are you in the mood for?"

"Hmm…eggs but not scrambled. So, Tamagoyaki and sashimi sound good."

"I took you for more of the California roll type," Rio commented.

"Nah, not spicy enough for me. I like the devil roll or the ninja." Epiphany grinned. Every so often she would take her gaze off of him and look at the Chicago nightlife, "I love the night. Even when there's parties and whatever else going on, there's still a sense of solitude and peace."

"You enjoy being solitude?" Rio wondered aloud.

"Yes, the majority of the time." Epiphany nodded, "With exceptions. What about you?"

"Marcus Aurelius once said 'He who lives in harmony with himself-" Rio began to say before being cut off by Epiphany.

"Lives in harmony with the universe." she grinned.

The Chicago gangster gave her a look of enchantment. Impressed by her knowledge of stoicism. "Yeah, exactly. That's what I live by," he replied with a slight raspiness to his voice. He ended up taking them to an after-hours Japanese Michelin-star restaurant called Hachiman. Which was named after the god of peace of Japan. The space was very intimate. No more than fifty tables. The walls were a deep shade of Jade-green with black marble tables and buttery-smooth leather booth seats. Gold-colored oil lamps hung from the ceilings giving the restaurant a cozy, dim-lighted ambiance.

Epiphany and Rio walked side by side to their table. His hand rested on the middle of her back as Epiphany walked slowly due to feeling a bit 'loose' from all her party favors. His hand on her back provided a sense of stability.

As they sat across from one another Epiphany lowered her coat a few inches below her shoulders to catch some air. Rio's eyes then lingered along her skin. It looked dewy and luminous. Her shoulder blades held a slight golden shimmer to them. He could faintly smell cherry radiating off of her. Rio was a man with a very sharp memory and paid great attention to detail. It was what kept him in the game for so long. He took notice of the Chanel Paradoxe watch on her wrist. That wasn't cheap. Not in the slightest. It cost her a good 230 gs or more. It sparked his interest and a call to Mick to find out more about her would be made sooner than later.

Suddenly, she giggled. More to herself than him. But before Rio could ask her anything, Epiphany clarified, "I didn't take you for the type to be into Martha Stewart."

He slightly tilted his head to the side. A blank expression on his face as he attempted to register what she had said.

"I mean no offense to your girl but come on…"Epiphany's cheeks puffed up as she fought back a laugh, "The haircut…the blazer or peacoat…whatever it is…it's giving Martha Stewart. "

Epiphany had successfully broken Rio's stoic expression. He let out a vibrant laugh. A fruitful, joyous laugh that caused his eyes to close and his head to tilt back. Their dinner consisted of laughter over drinks and sushi, sashimi and more drinks. Rio was impressed how well she held her liquor. For the most part, Epiphany was just flirty and playful. By the time dessert rolled around, their conversation rolled back around to Beth. "We're business partners." Rio clarified. "Everyone's got their role."

"Ah, and where does fucking and emotions come into that?," Epiphany questioned. Followed by indulging in a spoonful of matcha ice cream and chocolate.

Rio laughed in response, "Collateral damage control." His left brow rose "What makes you think that, champ?"

"Los ojos…the way she looks at you," Epiphany licks the cream from her spoon, "Eso es intimacy. It's personal."

"Way I see it is, it ain't no different than what you do, yeah? " Rio shot back, "Usas lo que tienes para conseguir lo que quieres, tu servicio es el deseo."

{you use what you got to get what you want, your service is desire.}

Epiphany slipped her foot out of her heel, smoothly rolling her foot across his thigh as she smiled. "Sí. It's not hard to get what you want when they want you back." Rio raised his glass with a smirk across his lips and the pair clicked their glasses together.

And when the night was no longer young and the sun began to awaken, He had driven her home. An upscale building located in the center of the city. His arm wrapped around her waist as she held onto him for support. "That's meee," she sang as she punched the code into her front door's keypad. Epiphany spun on her heel and smiled up at him. They'd only been an inch apart in height. Epiphany narrowed her eyes in on his as she batted her lashes. "Are you coming in?"

"Nah, gotta be up in a few hours." He replied. Their eyes lingered in on each other for what felt like hours but were mer moments. Epiphany abruptly tugged him closer by the collar of his shirt, her fingers looping around his golden chair. Her lips colliding with his. Epiphany's lips felt tender against his; Rio shuddered when her body moved against his. Her scent plaguing his skin. His hands gently grasped at the sides of her face as he kissed her deeply in return.

Epiphany felt jitters in her stomach and excitement bloomed within her chest. The intense heat that crept up her body as their mouths moved in a waltz-slow sync was short lived. "I'll see you later." He rasped against her mouth before leaving a few lingering kisses to the side of her jaw. He held her in his hands for a a few lingering moments. As she slowly opened her eyes, His warm hands slid over hers.

"Good morning." was all she could say with a giddy yet bashful smile painted across her face. The smile he gave her made Epiphany feel as though she were melting like a scoop of ice cream. His smile stayed in her mind until her head finally hit the pillows of her bed. That morning, she slept with a smile on her face.

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Modern!Tissaia Headcanons (Appearance)

brought to you by me, a.k.a. mydearmydearmydear (on AO3)

Tissaia religiously applies her skincare. She has put in a lot of effort, time and money into finding an elaborate skincare routine that leaves her skin soft, plump, moisturised and healthy. Since money is not an issue, she opts for high-end and luxury products, though she doesn’t shy away from cheaper ones if they are equally as effective. Twice a day, morning and evening, she stands in her bathroom and uses the time to relax, watching as the products sink into her skin. It’s a humble point of pride for her, her little act of vanity. Problems arise when a product she uses gets discontinued; she’ll either go out of her way to get her hands on some remaining stocks or she feels minor anxiety – which can spiral into a full on breakdown if she isn’t careful – until she finds a suitable replacement.

Tissaia owns a capsule wardrobe, meaning she owns a choice few items she can mix and match to create seemingly endless outfits. Her clothes are of very high quality, thus are quite costly. She doesn’t shy away from investing in such items however, since they will last her a long time. Usually she opts for black and neutral colours, though the odd gem colour – ocean blues, emerald greens and romantic reds – compliment her wardrobe very nicely. When she is out and about, Tissaia is all business, no casual. Chic blazers, coats, pencil skirts, heels, pant suits – those are staple pieces in her wardrobe. For formal events she usually chooses smart dresses. At home, when Tissaia, though rarely, grants herself some leisure time, she can be seen in straight-legged jeans and white tank tops, shirts or jumpers – depending on the temperatures and potential visitors. Her wardrobe is sorted by category, season and colour.

Tissaia does her own manicure, partly because she doesn’t like people touching her and her hands, partly because she can barely stand the smell. Once a week she will sit outside with a mask as she does her nails. She keeps them short and clean; either she applies a simple layer of topcoat to add some shine or she wears a subtle rosy nude that matches all her outfits.

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Letter From The Road

WWE Superstar: Drew McIntyre Word Count: 319 ~A series in which I write letters from superstars to their partners or loved ones back home while they're on tour.~

It was brought to my attention that I haven't written any of the letters for Drew and I needed to fix that. So please enjoy.

Happy Valentine’s Day my loves💗 ________ Tag list @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @99hook @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @mcreignsera

Drew Tag list: @eddie-kingstons-wifey @akiko-tanaka @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @maryjaneleaholland26

If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ----------

Happy Valentine’s Day my love,

Sorry we don’t get to spend it together this year with me having to travel. I miss you and I promise when I get back we’ll go all out. I know it’s just another day but it’s fun getting to give you all the cheesy gifts. I hope you like the flowers I sent,I know they’re your favorite. I also sent a basket of your favorite snacks just because I know you’ll be feeling a little down today. I should be home in a couple days, enjoy this letter until then.

I did manage to get a few days off for your birthday so start thinking about what you wanna do. I’m ready for a break and to spend the days celebrating you. Expect to spend one day or so stuck in the bedroom. (Just know I’m smirking as I write this just imagining everything I’m going to do to your beautiful body when we’re together again. The sounds I’m going to pull from you and the begging you’ll be doing.)

I got side tracked anyway. I just want to remind you for the thousandth time I love you more than I love anyone, or anything in this life. You are my greatest love in life and I’m forever humble you’d spend your life with me. Thank you for everything, for the beautiful years you’ve given me and the more we have to look forward to.

Please don’t forget that we have a skype date tomorrow, I’m thankful that Kevin is willing to drop this letter off to you on his way to Finn’s house. And I hope that this will be enough to hold you over until I get home. Just a few more days and we’ll be together again. I can't wait to see you my love. I’ll chat with you soon be safe and spoil yourself today.

All my love

Drew

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hii! omg I’m so excited to ask for a request with timmy. There’s this kind of video called ‘waking up with y/n (celebrity)’ so she’s an actress and of course tim sneaking into their routine as a couple and just sharing fun facts about them. I think they are absolutely the couple that started being besties, like they are hilarious, cringy and always being funny with each other. So excited to read everything, pls no pressure and take your time <33

house tour

hi lovie!! I was afraid I lost this but i found it at the bottom of my drafts so whew ksjdsk but I’ve worked hard on this so I hope y’all like it!! just a fluffy house tour and all cute and nice house stuff which I got too much into the writing/research

just a lot of fun, house tours, kinda showing off, just tim embracing the fruits of his labour, we know home boy works hard so he deserves a nice space to relax after all that

husband! timothee chalamet x wife!reader

genre(s): fluff, slice of life, domestic

warning(s): none really, sex joke if you squint, G rated nonetheless, tooth sickening fluff

word count: 1.8k words

You open the door early in the morning to welcome the crew in. Architectural’s Digest has always loved your style not only in fashion but also in the rare snippets of the interior design of the places you lived in. They’ve messaged you for years, always politely declining in name for privacy, but perhaps this time was right.

“Hi there. Welcome Architectural’s Digest, and everyone watching! I’m Y/N L/N-Chalamet.”

“And I’m Timothee Chalamet. And welcome to our humble home! Come on in, come on in guys.”

The camera pans through your spacious doorway, adorned in modern yet slightly boho chic fashion in your abode. Elements of you and Timothee were equally sprinkled all over the decor and atmosphere of the house, making it your home, your escape away from the world.

“We’re away from home a lot due to work, but whenever we are, we make it count.” You say, looking and showing the crew around as Timmy trails behind you like a wide eyed puppy.

Immediately greeted by the living room, designed intentionally to entertain and welcome. With plush, upholstered couches and loveseats surrounded by minimalist yet artful paintings and sculptures, it’s become the ultimate rest and relaxation for you both and guests alike.

Jumping into the couch next to you, circling his arms around you and nuzzling his nose against your neck, which causes you to erupt in giggles.

“Ah, it tickles- but we love decompressing and coming home after long days to just really recharge and get some rest. I’ve fallen asleep into deep naps here so many times!”

Showing records of Kid Cudi to the exquisite library collection you had both assembled together from your own book inventories, it truly was a place that blended you and him.

The camera pans towards your spacious dining room with several chairs around the dining table, before showing the island that encompasses your kitchen, made to entertain and host parties often.

“Ever since we got this place, we’ve had family and friends come over really often. In fact, my mom loves this place so much she’s usually here at least once a week!” Timmy chuckles warmly, eyes softening at the mention of his beloved mom, and you can’t help but smile with him.

“Tim’s become a better cook in the months we’ve moved into this place too which is awesome.”

“I can cook up a nice lasagna too, if you guys are hungry.” He offers jokingly, much to the amusement of the visitors filming you both.

The next room over is close to the stairs, yet you guide the crew into the room as you rotate the door knob and enter a modern office.

“Now this is my personal space, to answer emails, read scripts, communicate with my team who makes all my work possible.” Timothee explains as he walks around the spacious room and guides everyone along by his neatly arranged desk and ergonomic gaming chair.

The camera pans over to personalized nick nacks with Timothee’s interests and personality splattered all over, from the signed Kid Cudi posters, his acting awards proudly displayed on a shelf, his Paul Atreides doll and a framed painting he commissioned of you both on the eve of your engagement dinner.

“This door leads to my wife’s own office. We have our own space to do our work, but she’s just a door step away so I know I can spend time with her between our busy schedules.” He shares shyly as he swings the white door towards your own little office, smiling fondly at you as you march ahead of him to show your space.

“I really decorated this space to be a space for me, to be able to work on my writing and projects without distraction. I can separate my work life here and then relax and recharge in the other spaces of our home. With filming on sets, Timmy is away for long stretches at a time but sometimes he tags me along and it’s really fun!” You exchange a loving look with your husband, as if blissfully unaware and forgotten the camera and crew were present.

He sneaks a gentle peck on your forehead before taking your hand in his, leading you down the spiraling staircase as the staff follow you love birds into the basement level.

“Ok, so this is where the real party starts haha.” Tim retorts, rubbing the back of his neck with a mischievous grin.

A cozy entertainment space with plush, luxurious cushioned couches and loveseats sprinkled in the open space. He jumps into the massage chair you gifted him shortly after you moved in, an audible smack sound picked up by the microphone hovering over him, as the sound engineer couldn’t help but laugh.

“I said I’ve always felt like an old soul, but guess my wife felt I was an old man too so she got me this massage chair-”

“Hey! You always complained your back hurt and you wouldn’t stretch especially after long hours on planes, so I got you this as a surprise when you got back from press tour.” You correct him teasingly, snickering as you cross your arms as you watch him unfold and relax on that machination that cost thousands of dollars but was worth every cent seeing him relaxed.

“This thing has been a huge help after long days at work. She’s the best thing to come home to and I’m so thankful for her.” He looks into the camera, shaking his head with a smile so wide it could blind you.

“And you are the best thing to come into my life, mon cher.” You can’t help but tear up, as the crew swoon and squeal over your cuteness, but you pull him up from the massage chair, wanting to wipe away that giant pout on his face as you walk over to the movie room.

An in-house movie theatre with a magnanimous projected flat screen that reached ceiling to floor took over the room as you opened the sound proof door, presented with leather movie house chairs with inclines, massage options built in, and own cup holders not only for you both but for guests you’d invite over.

“I’m in love with film, and love watching things over and over again at the comfort of my own home, but Timmy is so patient to accompany me here sometimes.”

“We host our own movie parties here too, whether it be mini premieres or replays of classics on top of a themed birthday party.”

Back to the open space was a dance floor with a sparkling mirror ball, light up dance floors, a dj booth and stereo speaker system, and an island booth and bar with sleek high chairs.

“The party continues after watching the movies/tv shows or we have chill jazz nights here like last week.” Timmy explains as he shows the space around.

“Let’s head back upstairs to see our guest rooms and the master bedrooms as well.” You tilt your head back upstairs before everyone follows behind you.

A quick few cuts shows in the camera of the minimalist, sparsely decorated guest bedroom with a brand new full sized mattress, light grey goose down comforters and thick memory foam pillows.

“Sometimes my sister Pauline sleeps over, or my parents come over even if they don’t live that far off either.” He comments fondly at the mention of his family.

“Now let’s see the master bedroom, saving best for last hey?” You don’t miss Timothee’s rather suggestive look hidden from the camera that you can’t help but giggle and roll your eyes at. You made sure any sex toys and anything insinuating non-PG, 18+ content would be hidden from prying eyes in your storage room.

The master bedroom you shared with your husband was a perfect combination of you and him, your interests and personalities blending into one from the furniture, colour scheme and aesthetic picked out. A California king sized bed was surrounded with a dresser on either side, lamps chosen tastefully.

“One thing we’re most proud of, before we show you the balcony and open space patio we have are our walk-in closets.”

“I know there’s a dividing sliding door between our closets, but you always sneak in and wear my clothes too.”

“You borrow my stuff too, you always say you have an extended wardrobe.”

An ornate, almost baroque aesthetic of cream and beige surrounds your well lit walk in closets, maintained with dehumidifiers and separate temperature controls for the vintage, collectors items that can cost over a thousand dollars easily, before a separate corner for your more day-to-day, common clothes.

Your jewelry, accessories and shoes lined up in neatly arranged shelves sparkle under the chandelier you handpicked, mix of costume jewelry with the custom pieces Timmy gets you for birthdays, anniversaries or even just-so gifts (which you scold him when he spends on rather expensive things without consulting you even if his next movie salary dwarfs that easily), but you’ve arranged it in a way that you don’t show everything in your house to gather suspicion or interest from robbers.

Past the divider was Timothee’s side of his walk in closet, the basic design of the space identical to yours yet his clothes were so distinctly him that you couldn’t blame yourself from borrowing his pieces almost as a silent declaration that you were his and he was yours to the world. It was like shouting from the roof top when you would smell his cologne on the shirts and hoodies you’d wear from his closet.

Familiar pieces such as his Heaven shirt, his Glossier hoodie, his thrifted sweater, his signature Haider custom pieces in well-preserved stands that kept them wrinkle free.

Your bedroom on the other side opens up to a picturesque open balcony that presented amazing views of Manhattan, the city that you loved so much.

Finally, you finished your house tour with the open space in the green grass of your balcony, with oak trees full of leaves falling as they turned orange and red, hints of autumn seeping through.

“It’s so cozy and warm here, its spacious enough in the city that you can get away and block away any noises from the traffic outside.”

“Would you guys be open to getting a pet here maybe?” The AD producer asks curiously, admiring the view in front of him.

“Who knows? We’re conflicted on whether to get a dog or a cat. Tim’s more eager to get a dog while I was more of a cat person.” You reply.

“We’d probably get both but who comes first is a sensitive topic!” He exclaims excitedly, hands swinging around in passion and you couldn’t be more in love with your dorky, artsy, passionate and intelligent husband.

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