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i don't really wanna fight, 'cause nobody's gonna win | javier peña

Take The Weight Off His Shoulders - Chapter Eight

Chapter Summary | A little slice of domesticity wasn't ever going to be enough to cover the stress of the story unfolding on your desk, but it was worth a shot right?

Chapter Warnings | Mentions of drugs and the drug trade, work frustrations, explicit smut, fingering, unprotected PiV smut, creampie, dirty talk, we ride this man like our LIFE depends on it and some ANGST (I'm sorry, it had to happen sometime.)

Pairing | dbf!Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count | 3.2k

Authors Note | OOOOOF okay we're back with these two. Real life has been kicking my ass so I'm sorry this took so long - but we're moving into the tail end of this now so prepare yourselves for even more drama! Thank you for being so patient with me and waiting for this - I hope you enjoy it. If you are enjoying this then reblogs and comments really do help and if you’d like to support me further, please consider a donation to my Ko-Fi. 

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The words on the deed to the drug den in town are all forming into one - you’re not actually sure they’re in the English language anymore. You’ve been staring at the pages for what feels like a full week, even if you’d only spread them out for reading on your desk this morning. You don’t know what to do. There is, of course, the obvious option, of walking right up to their front door and asking what the hell is going on, but the more you dig, the more you think there’s something bigger going on here.

You pour over your notes, trying to make sense of it all. It was nothing to do with Tyler Johnson, but it had something to do with his family, that was for sure. There’s no way that this whole thing would have been brushed under the rug and dealt with by the police saying ‘oh well, we don’t know’ if there wasn’t something incriminating behind it all. You tried not to think about that possibly meaning your dad was implicated somewhere along the line.

Instead of sitting around and feeling useless, considering the words on the page weren’t leading you anywhere at all, you tidy up your desk, stick your head around your managers door to tell her you were heading out for the story, and you get in your car and drive.

They lead such dull lives, is all you can really think at this point. The sun is setting and it’s finally starting to cool a little. The thought process had been simple, if you weren’t going to catch them in the act on paper, you would have to catch them in the act for real - whatever that act might be.

You’d started with Tyler’s dad, following behind him as he went about mayoral business, driving from his office to some meeting in town and then back again. You’d waited an hour in the parking lot to see if he moved again, but gave up after a while. Deciding on following Tyler’s brother instead - but he’d been more of the same. You’d found him getting into his car at work once the day was done, driving to the grocery store and then going home. That was it. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Thinking about it, what would you even do if you did find them doing something? Tyler’s brother getting a package handed to him down a dark alley - there’s no way to get any proof, you don’t have a camera, and no-one’s going to believe you against them. The more you sit there, the more you think maybe you should have taken the story at face value, published it and moved on.

You suppose that these kinds of operations take time and patience - two things you were running seriously low on by now. You’re thinking of all the time’s Javi must have needed to do this - sitting around in a car waiting to catch someone doing something and wondered how he’d lasted so long. You weren’t made for this kind of work.

Sighing to yourself, you turn the key in the ignition and head home, trying not to let the frustration bubble over. You just had to wait. Bide your time. Surely somewhere along the line you’d catch someone doing something.

“You look stressed.”

You look at Javi through your eyelashes, taking a sip from the glass of wine in front of you on the counter. Your parents were taking their two week annual vacation - some place near the coast in Florida. You remember going when you were little, playing in the sand and swimming. They’d invited you this year but now you were older, it didn’t hold quite the same amount of charm as it used to, so you’d opted to stay at home.

The upside to not getting to lounge in the sun for two weeks was definitely this though. Javier Peña, hunched over the hob, sleeves of his shirt rolled up, cooking dinner for you. It was dangerous to think about how domestic it was, but you couldn’t deny how nice it felt. There was no-one to lie to about why you were late home from work for now, no need to rush through whatever it was that the two of you were doing.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t need to be sorry,” He smiles at you, picking up his beer bottle to drink from, “You want to talk about it?”

You shake your head, “It’s alright, just stuff at work.”

“In all my years of working with journalists,” He speaks, stirring the pot of sauce in front of him, “I don’t think any of them were ever as stressed as you.”

“I just care about my work.”

“So did they,” He counters, picking a strand of spaghetti from the pot to test to see if it’s cooked, “Just trying to say there isn’t a story out there worth getting this worked up over.”

“I appreciate it,” You mumble, “But can we not talk about work?”

He holds his hands up in surrender, focusing his attention on dishing up the food - spaghetti with tomato sauce. It’s simple and you know it’s probably the limit of his cooking ability outside of being able to grill meat on fire, but it’s the thought that counts. You sit at the dining table and eat together, talking about nothing really, just enough to fill the silence. Even though he cooked, he insists on clearing up and packaging the leftovers for you to eat tomorrow.

You sit and watch TV on the couch and when it gets late enough and your head starts to rest on his shoulder, Javi asks if you want to go to bed.

“I do,” You answer, “But not to sleep.”

So he slowly leads you up the stairs and into your room, softly closing the door behind him. You settle yourself under your sheets, pushing them back on the other side for him as he takes off everything he’s wearing apart from his underwear and gets into bed with you. He shuffles you around so your back in pressed to his front, his big hands wandering from your hips up to your chest, where he gently cups one of your tits in his hands over the shirt you’re wearing.

You can feel his mouth trailing kissing up your shoulder until he reaches the delicate skin behind your ear, the tickle of his facial hair there making goosebumps rise on your skin, regardless of how warm it is under your sheets.

“What do you want?” He whispers softly, snaking his free arm under your neck so the side of your face is pillowed against it.

You don’t answer, you just take hold of his wrist, dragging his hand from your chest to the waistband of your shorts. You let his hand go then, feeling his big palm cup you through the material, “Like this?” He asks, teeth nipping at your ear lobe.

“No,” You shake your head, “Under.”

That big hand drags up just a little, fingers finding the waistband again, dipping below this time. He tuts into your ear when he finds you bare, having not bothered with underwear when you’d changed out of your work clothes.

His hand is warm against your skin as it envelops you again, fingers dipping ever so slightly between the folds of your pussy to find you already wet, it doesn’t take much at all when he’s around.

Fingers dragging through the slick, up to circle your clit, he speaks again, “Like this?” He asks, feather-light touches of his fingers making you gasp.

“Y-yeah,” You choke out, “Just like that.”

So that’s what he does - let’s you rest your head against his arm, lazily rolling his finger across that bundle of nerves like he has all the time in the world for making you feel good. It’s slow, the only punctuation to his fingers are the moans he lets out into your ear whenever he pushes his hips against the plush of your ass, his bulge prominent against the clothes that are separating you.

“I want you to come for me,” He whispers gently a little while later, teeth biting gently into the skin of your shoulder, “Can you be a good girl and do that for me?”

You nod your head, unable to speak through the short, sharp gasps that the friction between your legs is drawing out from you. He speeds up a little, lets his finger add more pressure there. He lets you roll your hips, chasing at the high that is just there, coiling in your tummy. Your body starts to shake, thighs clamping down on his hands as he brings you over the edge.

“Fuck yeah,” He rasps into your ear, “So fucking pretty when you come for me, mi querida.”

Through the haze of pleasure, you can feel him rolling you over, pressing your back into the sheets. He’s settling between your thighs, pulling your shorts off altogether, but you don’t want it like this, so you press a palm to his warm chest to stop him.

“I want…” You trail off, “I think I want to be on top.”

You watch his eyebrows raise a little but he doesn’t protest, because of course he doesn’t, he simply lies himself back down on his side of the bed and waits for you. You let yourself straddle his thighs, marvelling just a little at the bulge of his underwear, before you’re hooking your fingers into the waistband to drag them just far enough down his thighs to let his cock spring free, resting on his lower stomach.

Shuffling up his thighs a little, you lower yourself, letting your soaked folds drag across his length whilst your mouth moves up to suckle at the skin of his neck. You can feel his hands on the globes of your ass, helping to drag you up and down his cock.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He asks as you moan when the head of his cock brushes against your still-sensitive clit.

You don’t have any words, so you press yourself up, palms against his chest as you lift your hips just enough for him to reach between you, base of his cock fisted in his hand, to nudge at the weeping hole of your cunt. He holds it there for you as you slowly start to sink down onto him, moaning with your head thrown back at the stretch of taking him inside. When you reach the bottom, feeling him sucked right into the depths of you, you stay still, rolling your hips a little, feeling him so deep inside you.

Javi brings his hands to your hips, looking up at you as he guides your movements, slow forwards movements matched with even slower movements backwards, until the two of you are panting together.

You push yourself back, letting your arms fall behind you onto his knees, which have come up to rest against your backside, slowly starting to lift off him until he’s almost all the way out of the tight heat of your cunt, then you slide back down onto him, finding a rhythm of bouncing up and down on his cock.

Javi moves one of his hands from your hips, letting the flat palm run up your stomach, through the valley of your tits to lightly grip at the base of your neck. He doesn’t add any pressure, just holds his hand there, but you can feel the effect it has on you, pussy clenching around his length as you continue to bounce up and down on him.

“Look so fucking pretty like this,” He manages to choke out between moans, “Like you were made to be right here bouncing on my cock.”

“I-I think I’m g-gonna come again.” You hiss, feeling that familiar tightening in your tummy.

“Yeah?” He goads, but not unkindly, “You gonna come around my cock for me?”

To help you get there, Javi starts to thrust up into you, hand still at the base of your neck, hitting into your perfectly on your downward motion to fill you right to your depths, making your orgasm hit you head on. You feel yourself tighten around him, body collapsing forward to rest against his chest as he fucks you through the aftershocks of your climax, gripping onto your ass to keep you spread so he can find his own high, thrusting a handful of times before he’s stilling inside you, spilling himself inside with moans right into your ear.

He slips out of you as he softens, shifting you so you’re led down, both catching your breath.

“Sorry, I should have asked about that.” He mumbles, and it takes you a minute to realise he’s talking about coming inside you.

“It’s okay,” You say, turning your head to smile at him, “Although it does mean I have to go to the bathroom now.”

You drag yourself up onto all fours onto your bed, dragging yourself to the door to cover yourself in your robe before you leave Javi in your room to head to the bathroom.

He doesn’t know why he does it. In hindsight, it was out of order, but when you close the door behind you, he can’t help himself. He stands up, pulls his underwear back up and puts the rest of his clothes back on. Then he sits down on your edge of the bed and gingerly opens the top drawer of your bedside table.

There’s nothing much of note in there, a few lip balms and an old notebook, but that’s it. He opens the bottom one next, which is much more full, mainly with notebooks and sheets of paper. He knows he shouldn’t, but he reaches in and picks the first up, flicking it open to a random page somewhere in the middle, running his thumb across a loose sheet of paper before his eyes circle in on what the paper actually is.

It’s a newspaper article, reporting on Escobar’s death. When Javi looks underneath the paper there are notes written in your handwriting, detailing parts of the story that are interesting. He flicks to another page, another article about Escobar dying, with more of your handwritten notes. He can feel the panic rising in his chest, threatening to take hold of his throat.

He puts that notebook on the bed, reaches in and picks another up, flicking through to find more of the same - articles about the entire Escobar case, more handwritten notes - some written in red ink that only ever say his name with a question mark, like you’re asking yourself if he was responsible for the ill-reported heroics. Javi is too caught up in flicking through that he forgets about your return, letting you catch him red-handed when you come back through the door.

“What are you doing?” You ask, making him look up.

Your eyes are wide, like you’re shocked to find him with your notebooks in his lap.

“What’s all this?” He asks, instead of answering your question.

You surge forward, grabbing the notebook from his lap, slapping it shut, picking up the other one and then shoving them back in the drawer, “Did you go through my things?” He can tell from your tone that you’re worked up.

“Why do you have all of that?” Javi asks, standing up from the bed to take some steps away from you.

“It’s not what you think.”

“Well then tell me what it is.” He’s getting more annoyed as the moments go past.

“It was for my degree,” You say, shifting from foot-to-foot, “I don’t understand what the problem is?”

“The problem is, it’s all fucking lies!” He runs a hand over his face, more annoyed at himself for shouting at you than anything else, “It’s all fucking lies and you believe it.”

He watches as your face drops, he can see the glassing over of your eyes, “I-” You try to speak, “I’m sorry?” It’s more of an offering, like you don’t know what else to do.

“All of that shit?” He asks, pointing to the now closed drawer, “Fucking propaganda for this country to seem like it had control, when all it fucking did was make everything worse.”

“Javi, please,” You beg now, taking a step towards him with your hands open in surrender, “Why don’t you sit down and take a breath?”

He can feel himself shaking his head, stepping backwards until he can feel the handle of your door, twisting it to open. He thinks he’s saying sorry, telling you that he’s sorry, but he doesn’t know. All he knows is that he has to get out of there and away from you, almost running from the house and into his truck.

It’s not until he’s halfway to home that he can feel that panic take over, pulling over on the side of the road, knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel. He takes some deep breaths, trying to understand why his brain has gone from 0-100 so quickly, and all he can think of is that you’re just like everyone else in this damn town, thinking that he was a hero, that he’d played his part properly, correctly, in bringing that bastard down. I’d the wondering about what you’d think of him if you knew what he’d really done, the amount of blood actually on his hands, the fact he wasn’t here there when Murphy shot the bastard.

It’s that feeling of inadequacy that haunt him in bed that night, led against the pillows, other side cold and empty when all he wishes is that he’d stayed, let you curl into him so that he could get at least a few hours of rest. Even though he never stays the night, always leaving you with a press of lips to your head, the small hours of the morning where you’re sleeping against him are the most peaceful he thinks he’s ever had.

So, staring at his ceiling, red numbers from his clock staring him down as the hours pass, all he can think about it what the fuck he’s going to do, how he’s going to explain that this has nothing to do with you and what it had to do with your degree, and everything to do with the way he thinks if you knew exactly what had happened, outside of what the American press has told you, you’d probably hate him.

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No Good Deeds [George Weasley x Reader]

Part 8

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Pairing: {George Weasley x Reader} mentions of previous Fred Weasley x Reader.

Timeline: Set a few years after DH, loosely following Canon.

Summary: A few years after Fred’s death, the investors of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes demand changes to the name. All it would take is two years of a fake marriage to fix the issues, but no good deed goes unpunished.

Warnings: Fake marriage trope because we love the cliché. Mentions of death (Fred). Friends to lovers. Slow burn but mentions of kissing and eventual smut. Swearing. George calls us Angel. Drinking. SMUT. The smut has arrived! P in V, oral (both). Angst, sadness, grief. Illusions of cheating, infidelity, Tags will be updated with each chapter. Not Beta-read or spell checked.

This one got a little angsty 🥀

Marriage was known to be hard work, a long running admittance that was shrouded with humour by those who had known the struggles first hand of maintaining a happy and healthy relationship. Fake marriages were undoubtedly twice as hard; especially when actual feelings were involved and had to be concealed.

After the honeymoon, things had turned almost platonically stale, though you had remained friendly and cordial with George, any hope of furthering your relationship was quickly shot down when you fell placidly into roommate rolls rather than anything more. It was like everything that happened on your honeymoon was forgotten, like it never happened.

Day to day, you carried on as normal, working alongside each other and cohabiting in relative peace but there was little to no intimacy anymore. George had begun sleeping in his own room as soon as you returned back from your honeymoon and had made almost no attempt to sneak into your bed again or initiate anything else in between.

It had been nearly six months since the wedding, five months and a little under two weeks since you'd returned from your honeymoon and you'd completely lost hope that anything was going to magically change between the two of you. You'd tried, at least in the beginning, to initiate more and to subtly flirt with him, trying to reclaim all that had been lost but it was pointless.

You'd had sex twice since returning from honeymoon, both of those times has been the consequence of built up of sexual tension: a release of sorts. This first time, you'd split a bottle of wine and had been watching a movie on the couch, sharing a blanket and one thing had led to another until you were riding him into the couch.

The second time had been after a thunderous meeting with the investors, in which they had found out about your marriage and therefore the redundancy of their name change order. Tempers had flared and George had remained relatively calm, if not a little cocky at their reactions which had only riled them up further. He'd kissed you in celebration of winning his case and you'd barely made it through the door to the flat before he'd taken you hard and rough against the (thankfully) closed front door. It had been messy and dirty, prompted by his business victory with a tangle of kisses, bites and wandering hands that desperately clutched at every piece of bare skin they could find.

The awkwardness that had followed the little slip of judgement had been agonising, taking days to settle down between you where you could hardly make eye contact because of your temporary lapse.

You just had to get through another year and a half of being married before you could part ways and accept that it was never going to happen with George Weasley.

The business had been booming and rightfully so as for the first time in a long time, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes had launched new products, a whole new line of Wonderwitch potions. They'd been an instant hit and though it had been considerably more work for you in the potions department, you'd worked tirelessly and happily to assist the business, and George. George had even taken on two more employees recently for the shopfloor as the demand was too much for just him, Ron and Verity whilst you sorted the back of house accounts, ordering and potion making.

To boost business further, George had also accepted a deal proposed by Zonko's Joke Shop to launch a small selection of his products in Zonko's including a new Pyrotechnic, Thestral Thrasher, which was only available from Zonko's on a limited edition basis. George had essentially locked himself away for the past month in the apartment above the shop which had become his new workshop and there had been multiple nights that you hadn't seen him, had eaten alone and then gone to bed without him ever stepping foot through the door.

Putting on a brave and mildly forced smile, you checked yourself a over in the mirror one last time. Tonight Zonko's was hosting a grand opening party for the Wheezes range that they would be carrying, a hard launch into the new business venture between the two stores. As George's wife you were expected to be there with a smile on your face and a pretty gown, in support of your husband. The whole Weasley family would be there as well as close friends, basically everyone in your social circle. You knew there would be questions that you'd have to deflect all night and put on a performance which had you feeling exhausted already just thinking about it. You hoped Ginny would be deep into wedding planning for her upcoming nuptials to Harry and would dominate the conversation for the majority of the night, maybe if you brought it up with Molly it would twist things in your favour.

You smoothed down the front of your silk dress, having chosen a dark purple shade, a subtle little hint of your support of George. George had always been the 'purple' twin whilst Fred had opted to wear more orange shades, keep subtle nods to the colours of their business even in their everyday clothes. Even after George had lost his ear and Fred's death, he had still continued to wear purple shades, as if it was his distinguishing feature. You adjusted your breasts in the admittedly rather sexy dress and checked your makeup one last time before you left the flat, making your way to the next place you could apparate.

Apparating into Hogsmeade, you were immediately met with a beautiful display of a thriving town, bustling with partygoers and late night customers to the multiple tea rooms that were just about to close.

Walking across to Zonko's, you paused and burst into a smile at seeing a giant orange and purple bow placed across the entire storefront, alongside a sign that said it big, moving letters 'Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes now sold here'. You'd always been proud of everything Fred and George had achieved kid never felt prouder than in that moment, seeing the place you'd spent so much time in during your youth, dragged by the twins to their favourite shop for restocks now carrying their own range, and proudly so.

"Y/n!" You heard to your left, spotting Hermione waving you over as she stood with Ron and Harry slightly off from a crowd of people.

"Blimey, you look nice," Ron says as you walk over to them with a warm smile, greeting them all excitedly. You didn't miss the little glare Hermione shot to Ron at his words and couldn't help but laugh as he relented, looking as uncomfortable in his suit as he had at the Yule Ball, pulling the collar of the restrictive shirt away from his neck.

"Have you seen George?" Ginny says as she steps over to you, throwing her arms around your neck as you greet you sister in law. You smile as her hand finds Harry's almost as soon as you pull apart and shake your head at her, not having seen George at all today.

"Mum's gone looking for him, something about making sure he had eaten enough before the champagne starts but we all know it's because she saw the photographer going inside and wants in on it," Ron says with a mumble which makes you chuckle, knowing he's probably true. "Dad was with him inside."

You nod at the information, casting your eyes back to the building in the hopes you'd catch a glimpse of his red hair but there were too many people.

"Is Charlie coming?" You ask, trying to divert the conversation away from George and receive shaking heads from Ginny and Ron.

"No he's been travelling, following a horde of short-snouts somewhere in Scandinavia. Said he'd make it to the wedding but couldn't get away for this," she explains, opening the door for wedding questions.

You chatted to them for quite a while before Angelina barrelled over to you with her new boyfriend and immediately stole you away. A few hours later, you felt that you'd mingled the night away, dancing through the sea of people getting further and further away from George, who you'd not even seen yet.

"There she is," you hear a voice from behind you and when you turn, you realise that it's Bill. You visibly relax, glad to be in the company of someone you could be yourself around, not having to mingle with investors and acquaintances from your Hogwarts days you'd not seen in a while.

"Being First Lady difficult?" He teases as he wraps is arm around you, a secure and warm brotherly hug that actually helps you relax.

"Horrible, though I'm yet to actually find my husband," you admit with a laugh, looking around for Fleur who was usually by his side.

"She wanted to be here," he says, noticing your gaze for his wife, "morning sickness isn't her friend right now, mum gave her some potion for it but she can hardly keep it down," he replies with a smile. The couple had shared their happy news not too long ago and you were exuberantly happy for them, though you did empathise with Fleur's sickness.

"Well I hope she feels better soon," you say kindly, which he nods his thanks back to.

"Doubt you've seen much of him with all this happening," he says, referring to George with a nod of his head towards the building where you assumed he would be.

"Oh you have no idea," you say coyly, only realising the depth of your statement after the words had tumbled out of your mouth. If Bill noticed any undertone in your words he hid it well and you quickly diverted the conversation back to his work and his unborn child, safe topics to carry you through.

When the fourth round of champagne and various flights of butterbeer, canapés and special Honeydukes iced biscuits that had been imprinted with the signature 'W' slogan came round, you decided enough was enough. You'd mingled long enough and had waited patiently as you secretly sought out your husband but the niggling tension wouldn't go away, you wanted to find George.

You stepped inside the bustling building, seeking out his red hair and tall stature, expecting to see him over the crowd of people but it was near impossible with everyone tucked so tightly together. Each and every time you thought you'd spotted him, it turned out to be one of his siblings, all of them sporting a similar if not identical flame red hair you were looking for.

You had no idea what possessed you but you suddenly decided to slip past the employee only cordon to the stairs and ascend them quickly, hoping no one would see you or notice you'd gone.

George was clearly avoiding you, keeping himself busy with his friends, family and patrons, using them as a barricade to stay hidden from you, no doubt wanting to put a familiar distance between you like normal. You couldn't do this anymore, couldn't pretend that you were perfectly happy when in reality you felt lower than ever, having lost your last remaining best friend. You came up with a story about needing air, about being overwhelmed and needing to fix your makeup if anyone caught you, but thankfully no one stopped you.

You wished somebody had stopped you the second you crept up to the second floor and instantly spotted your husband looking very cozy with the new employee that had started only a month or two ago, both of them huddled together in the dark store room above the shop. The pain you felt was indescribable, like a guttural stab that didn't relent but you couldn't look away from the sight in front of you. They weren't kissing but George was pressed against one of the many racks, her body pressed against him with his hands beside him clutching the racking.

They hadn't spotted your presence and you hardly thought they could, completely wrapped up in each other as they whispered between themselves. You wanted to scream, cry, completely break down but you had no right, trapped in an endless cycle of feelings but without the commitment. You weren't really married, only by law and he was technically free to see whoever- even if he initially said he didn't want to.  But it didn't stop it hurting any less.

You had to get out of there, disappear to anywhere where no one was around to see you break down and finally let out the gut wrenching sobs that were threatening to burst out of you at any second. You'd lost Fred and now you were losing George, the pain of your mental statement too much to handle.

You tried to think of a way to escape through the crowd without being noticed but your mind wasn't thinking clearly, you could only think of what was in front of you, the image of them together playing behind your eyes with every blink.

You began to turn away, no longer able to stand there and watch your world collapse and prayed that you could silently retreat without them seeing. Just as you turned, movement caught your eye and you couldn't help but turn back around, silently pleading that you wouldn't have to watch them kiss.

George had pushed her away. Had he seen you?

But then you heard him clearly, his voice raised enough that it carried through the silent, dark room.

"Get off me, I don't want you," he says with conviction as he blocks her with his hands, not enough to hurt her but enough to push her back from him to create distance. "I don't know what you're trying to do but whatever it is, it won't work. I love my wife."

The force of his rather blunt statement hits you like a tonne of bricks, the power of his words actually sounding truthful. The words repeat over and over again in your head like a constant replay and you feel completely blind sighted, the rollercoaster of emotions you'd felt in the past minute too overwhelming.

"But Mr Weasley," the girl says in a rather desperate, whiny voice, trying to reach out for him again.

"What don't you understand? I'm married and I love my wife, there's nobody else I want more than her."

"Y/n."

Your eyes shoot up at the sound of your name and you're met with the green-hazel eyes of George who looks horrified at you standing there, knowing what you'd probably seen and heard. You felt his eyes burning into you, as well as the beady eyes of his companion and instantly wanted to disappear again, feeling overstimulated and overwhelmed at the whole situation. It felt like it physically hurt to look into George's eyes and you just had to get away, this time without any hesitation.

You bolted down the stairs, trying your hardest to stay silent and to not cause a scene. It was like you had tunnel vision, completely ignorant of everything happening around you as you set your sights on the door and pushed past the sea of blurred faces, moving quickly with determination until you crossed the threshold of the anti-apparition jinx and disapparated.

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[angelic-dew]

Hi!! I don't mean to be a bother, but could I possibly request rengoku and tengen (without wives and separately done!) smut hcs please? I understand if you don't do it! stay healthy 🤍

# smut headcannons !

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 💌 ୧・author's note :: sure anon! I hope these are okay, I'm not the best smut writer qnq also! sorry for the huge delay, I've been lacking motivation lately. when I get tengen's part done, I'll update it here!

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🍫 ୧・pairing :: Uzui T. x afab reader [not completed yet.] ⁞⁞ Kyojuro R. x afab reader — {you/your pronouns | separately done}

✧༉‧₊˚୨ ✖ ୧・trigger warnings :: mentions of female and male genitals. dirty talk. daddy kink. praise kink. size kink. biting. hickeys. slight mentions of rough sex. semi-public sex. fingering. raw dogging. spanking. ⁞⁞ 18+ content, children dni please. proofread.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔.

꒰🔥꒱. I see Rengoku being into praising his precious lover in bed {consciously and subconsciously he does it}, he is a cinnamon roll after all, and a total sweetheart as a whole. Our beloved Umai King would also be extremely cautious with what he says; always taking into consideration your every action and signals with how you're feeling in bed. This time is precious to him and he takes it very seriously, always muttering phrases and short words of adoration and encouragement for your full enjoyment. Whispering ever so softly in your ear, always singing your praises to his heart's content.

꒰🔥꒱. Back in the Era Demon Slayer does take place in {1912-1926 || Taisho Era}, condoms did in fact exist, however, I believe Kyojuro prefers to go in fully raw for maximum pleasure as your walls tighten around him. That can translate to him wanting to prepare you a bit to take his entire length properly and with ease. He takes pride in prepping you, taking his time and lubing his fingers with some oil to make the process much easier.

꒰🔥꒱. He begins slow and gentle, soft to the touch; always treating you like some sort of dainty, delicate piece of porcelain throughout the process. Checking up on you at every moment as lewd cries of contentment escape from underneath your lips.

꒰🔥꒱. The flame Hashira does have a somewhat "rowdy" side to him. The thought of being able to do the deed with someone he loves ever so much really gets the blood flowing, to certain areas of course. So even though he's such a gentle sweetheart, he can still be rough in some subtle ways at times.

꒰🔥꒱. These can include bite marks along your body — hickeys and even light bruises peppering your breasts and neck; a few sprinkled along your collarbone area as well, as a finishing touch. It depends on what exactly is being done, but, he does tend to leave a few playful bite marks along your inner thigh area while giving you oral.

꒰🔥꒱. Because, let's face it, you know he's eating you out like there is no tomorrow. Rengoku is the Umai King after all, it's no surprise he can take that same talent of eating sweet potatoes and do the same to you, instead this time, he's eating out something that's definitely better than any food. He would ultimately prefer to give oral rather than receive, your needs come before his, always!

꒰🔥꒱. Rengoku is definitely an ass guy, don't try changing my mind. I see him loving to hold it within his palms gently, something about it just feels so enthralling that he can't even begin to come to his correct senses when he sees you in doggy style. That alone will make him pounce on you with little to no hesitation. Regardless of the size as well, he doesn't really care how big it is, once there's enough for him to grip and drool over as he pleases, it'll be a true treasure.

꒰🔥꒱. Kyojuro seems like the type to have a liking towards things smaller than him, so those rules will definitely apply to his lover as well. Especially if you're a bit shorter than the average person, bonus points to you right there, it only makes his size kink worsen each time. He simply adores the fact you're so tiny compared to him, yet so strong and able to take each, individual inch of his meaty cock every time; it makes him feel a sense of endearment per se. His little person's ability to feel all of him, honestly, makes him melt for you.

꒰🔥꒱. An alternative take on his size kink would also be a size kink, but you're bigger than him. He would have just as much adoration and love for you even if you were taller than him in just height alone. The cream of the crop that really gets him going has to be when he actually enters your warm hole. He practically dotes at the sight of your expressions as you tremble under his soft, loving touch. Despite your size difference, you're still extremely tight and sensitive to the touch — the Hashira is indeed fond of that.

꒰🔥꒱. He would most likely have a huge daddy kink as well. Of course, he wouldn't exactly mention it upfront, he would be a bit embarrassed to do so. I don't think he knows he has one until you call him it while he's ramming himself into one time. When you called him that, it almost made him feel a sense of power, but moreover, if he were to be frank, he could've felt himself get harder inside you from that word alone. Rengoku would definitely want you to say it more often; I firmly believe he would even imply it in his words as well while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

꒰🔥꒱. Sex position-wise, I see him having a preference for wanting to have a view of your angelic face while also being able to please you to the fullest, of course, there are a few exceptions like doggy style, but here's some in line with his preferred liking. So, mating press, missionary, cowgirl {reverse cowgirl at certain times}, g-whiz and the seashell, to name a few. Ideally, Kyojuro would like to do it in a place of privacy so he can focus on you and you primarily, always putting your needs first. However, if there ever came a time when you wanted him urgently, he wouldn't hesitate to take a risk. Whether that be behind a large building or a bathroom stall for a brief moment to have a quickie.

꒰🔥꒱. As I stated directly before, he has a particular fondness for ass, specifically yours, rather than anything else. So out of impulse he would spank you or leave slight bruising along your waistline as he holds onto you.

꒰🔥꒱. He doesn't spank you hard, it's usually a simple small slap, but from the moment you start asking/begging for more, just keep in mind, his normal sweet demeanour will change to something otherworldly; trust me, he will not hesitate to give you what you want by any means. Whether that being you want him to be rougher, harder or even leave more marks on you, he will make sure you're satisfied down to the last touch.

© yandere-smoothie :: please don't re-claim or translate my works without permission! <3

[landwriter]

Oaths | Dream/Hob | 60K | Explicit | COMPLETED 🎉 Ch.12: An Eternity of This (2K)

Falling In Love, Magical Realism, Dream is a Beautiful Fey Creature and Hob is a Handsome Bandit, Protective Hob Gadling, Protective Dream of the Endless, Historical References, Scotland, Middle English, Border Reiving, Adventure & Romance, Fairy Tale Retellings, Alternate Universe - Historical/Medieval/Fairy Tale, finding beauty in hard times, Oaths & Vows, Curses, Outdoor Sex, First Time Blowjobs, Frottage, Anal, Kissing in the Rain, really a lot of banging, Hair Braiding, Dirty Talk, Ballads, Duty, Friendship/Love, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication, Canon Echoes, Self-Denial, Repression, Tenderness, Confessions, Bathing/Washing, Strangers to Lovers, Lovers to Friends, Friends to Idiots, BAMF Hob Gadling, (absolutely fucking feral Hob Gadling), unhinged words and deeds, or: a man and a fey walk into a meadow and they're both equally insane

Dream woke himself shivering in the morning, limbs trembling, convulsive. He laughed in quiet delight, then had to tightly clench his jaw to stop his teeth from clattering together and waking Hob. For so long, he had been as cold as stone and tree. He’d forgotten what it was like to be warm enough to feel chilled by sleeping on the earth. He ran a hand over the bumps across his skin wonderingly. Gooseflesh, he thought. He reached out and pressed a hand into the damp moss. When he took it away, his fingers ached to the bone. His face ached too. He touched his wet hand to his cheek and discovered it was because he was smiling. Tender and fragile and alive.

A bit of ballad, a sunrise, a prologue.

[Read on AO3]

in truth I can’t believe I’m making this post — not because I didn’t think I would finish — but because I can’t believe I had the audacity to start in the first place. this has been so special to me. thank you to everyone who has read, commented, and sent asks!

I didn’t have a beta, but some of you very much filled the role of honing the fic and/or making me SO stoked to work on it, whether it was with essay-length insightful comments or insane amounts of art or incredible memes or gorgeous playlists or composed music!!! it wouldn’t have been nearly as fun or turned out this way without you. @that-banhus @fishfingersandscarves @fancy-rock-dove @mathomhouse-e @btwimkindagay @chubsonthemoon @tj-dragonblade and @mandolinearts

and @ anyone who ever reblogged a fic update post with unhinged tags…you made me beam at my phone like a dummy and i love you

[gasolinerainbowpuddles]

🎃 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 🎃║ ⒸⓄⓁⓁⒺⒸⓉⒾⓄⓃⓈ

**Sept 2024 update: I AM DETERMINED TO FINISH THESE

|| main masterlist ||

︶꒦꒷ 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟛 ꒷꒦︶

1. A Real Challenge Dom!Max Phillips x Pet!Reader || 1.7k || prompt: sex toys

2. A Lesson in Blackmailing Joel Miller x FEDRA!Comandante Veracruz || 973 || prompt: frottage

3. Working Overtime Maxwell Lord x fem!reader || 769 || prompt: rimming, fingering, handjob

4. Egg-cellent Assembly splorgimum!Mr. Ben x reader || 1.4k || prompt: oviposition/egglaying

5. Sitting Pretty sub!Joel x dom!OC/reader || 864 || prompt: body worship (mouth), face sitting/ face fucking

6. When the Gallow-Grass Gives Silva x male!reader || 2.8k || prompt: leash and collar

7. Oblivious Joel x reader || 1k || prompt: somnophilia

8. The Due Rewards of Our Deeds sub!Joel x dom!OC/reader || 1.2k || prompt: chastity

9. A Halloween Prop-posal neighbor!Joel x haunted house organizer!neighbor || 3.2k || prompt: sex-for-service

10. Bunny Frankie Morales x fem!reader || 718 || prompt: anal sex

11. Shorn Ezra x fem!reader || 1.1k || prompt: body hair/shaving

12. Show Me sub!Joel x dom!OC/reader || 4k || prompt: role reversal

13. In the Aviary Ezra x established relationship reader || 529 || prompt: wrist/arm restraints

14. Birthday Wishes Maxwell Lord x fem!OC/reader x m!OC Shawn || 3.6k || prompt: uniform

15. Prudent Joel x fem!reader || 1.6k || prompt: boot worship

16. Static Joel x fem!reader || 1k || prompt: movement restriction

17. Tinseltown Triple Dieter Bravo x Ezra x Frankie Morales || 1.2k || prompt: dirty talking

18. Crimson and Clover Javi G x menstruating!reader || 1.9k || prompt: bloodplay

19. Ivory Cage Frankie x reader || 680 || prompt: biting/scratching

20. Late Bloomer Joel Miller x virgin!fem!reader || 828 || prompt: thigh fucking 21. Twelve Hand Symphony Javi G. x masseuse staff || 1.1k || prompt: anonymous sex

22. Mine monster!Joel Miller x soulmate!f!reader || 2.2k || prompt: true monsters

23. Raw Joel Miller x f!reader || 645 || prompt: breeding/impregnation

24. Take Me Out BrattySub!Dieter x SoftDom!FemReader || 2.4k || prompt: bratty sub

25. ‧⁺˚*･༓☾ 26. ‧⁺˚*･༓☾ 27. ‧⁺˚*･༓☾ 28. ‧⁺˚*･༓☾ 29. ‧⁺˚*･༓☾ 30. ‧⁺˚*･༓☾ 31. ‧⁺˚*･༓☾

[coreene]

The 5e Guide to Sex

I have been made aware of an unofficial guide for sex in dnd universe by my lovely friends over at the Zhentil Keep. And I would like to share some interesting stuff I found in said book with my dear followes.

Technical details before the fun part: book is called The 5e Guide to Sex. I couldn't find a writer. I couldn't find a publisher. When you search the name Google throws the pdf your way in case anyone of you would like to check it out yourselves. If you know more about the book, please let me know and I'll update/throw a link for credits. I am adding these to my que and in pieces so they will be dropping at the same time for the next couple of days/nights.

The Dirty Deed

Transcript is under the cut

You can have sex for a number of minutes equal to your Constitution score minus 5. Since most humans have a Constitution of 10, this means that on average they last 5 minutes in bed. This refers only to the act of sex itself, not to any foreplay (see below).

At the end of sex, you make a satisfaction check by rolling a d20 and adding the number of minutes that the sex lasted for above 5 minutes (+1 for six minutes, +2 for seven minutes, and so on). If the result is equal to or greater than your partner’s Constitution score, then your partner was satisfied. If not, then your partner was dissatisfied and may desire to continue having sex until brought to satisfaction.

If having sex with more than one NPC, you make a separate satisfaction check for each one.

Satisfied or Dissatisfied. An NPC who has been satisfied with sex is likely to be friendly to you in the future, though there is no mechanical benefit. Likewise, a partner who you fail to satisfy might be unfriendly, but again there is no mechanical distinction drawn.

Very Dissatisfied. If you fail a Satisfaction check by 5 or more, then the NPC was very dissatisfied. Their sexual partner has disadvantage on all Persuasion checks made against them for the next 1d4+1 days.

Very Satisfied. If you pass a Satisfaction check by 5 or more, then the NPC was very satisfied. Their sexual partner has advantage on all Persuasion checks against them for the next 1d4+1 days.

Marathon. At the end of an act of sex, you can choose to forgo making a satisfaction check. If you do, you have sex for another length of time equal to your Constitution score minus 5. You may repeat this any number of times. Once you decide to stop forgoing the satisfaction check, you add the total amount of minutes above 5 minutes for each act of sex and add that result to your d20 roll.

Keeping going like this is exhausting, however. Each character having sex must make a DC 15 Constitution saving throw for each act of sex in an hour after the first; on a failure, the character gains a level of exhaustion.

Size Issues. If your sexual partner is two or more size categories larger or smaller than you, you have disadvantage on checks to satisfy them. Further, it is impossible for a male creature to physically penetrate a creature that is two size categories or more smaller than him without also causing great damage (1d4 bludgeoning damage per round of sex for each step of size category difference), and even creatures one size category smaller than them are at risk – for each minute of penetrative sex a larger male has with a smaller creature, that creature must make a DC 15 Constitution saving throw or gain 1 level of exhaustion.

Technical Details

The following applies to any creature while he or she is having sex:

You are grappled while having sex. Depending on how you are having sex, you may additionally be prone, restrained, or both. You can escape sex like you would any other grapple; your partner(s) can choose to not contest your escape attempt if they also wish to stop having sex.

You can’t concentrate on spells while having sex, unless the spell is being used directly for sex (such as the sexual application of Evard’s black tentacles, as described later in this document)

source: The 5e Guide to Sex (unofficial)

[luxurysystems]

Lux's Wrestling Fanart Masterpost

***(Updated 8-30-24)***

This list does not count my WIPs or sketchbook posts.

#my art tag contains WIPs, sketchbook scans, and finished art! :)

For writing, check out the tag: #lux.doc

Wrestlers:

Irwin R. Schyster

- ( tie grab , smug & pathetic , shirt cut meme , burnout playlist cover , I.D. photo day, self-control [irs + varsity club!mike rotunda] , attack dog , whatta man 💸 [irs fancam] , vampirehunter!irwin , casual friday , 9-5 , dirty deeds , tithe , recapture of depreciation , ink study )

Mike Rotunda (other gimmicks)

- ( varsity club mike, my beloved , still be yours when we're on the shore [captain mike ⚓] , the devil's good boy , an interview with bob caudle , too stupid to be his partner , mistakes )

Ted Dibiase

- ( fur coat shenanigans , vampire!ted , )

Kevin Sullivan

- ( "saved" , eternal servitude playlist cover )

Adrian Adonis

- ( "settle down, girls." , )

Ships and such:

Money Inc.

- ( in any version of reality... , count them for me [slightly NSFW] , dedication , two assholes in a big ass fur coat , origins of money inc. , valentine's day cards , what's in your briefcase? [collab with @hart-on-my-sleeve ] , pray for you//prey for you [money inc. + sensational sherri] , spinning the wheel , telephone , bad hair day , corset [slightly NSFW])

AUs/CROSSOVERS: [ money inc x gta: vice city, IRS headcanons ]

Miscellaneous

- ( proud [y/n x varsity club mike rotunda] , getting along [sensational sherri x irwin r schyster] )

[daily-zenith-request-blog]

UPDATE, the dirty deed is now done. (daily-repugnant-request-blog)

Would it be pushing my luck to start a daily picture of Repugnant until it is returned to streaming platforms blog? I miss it SO TERRIBLY but don’t want it to ever seem like I’m putting pressure on TF himself. Goes without saying how busy he is and so much of this type of thing is out of his control.

Things like this are a fun daily routine to share pics of a shared passion and what little power I have to keep demand alive in the fan base.

I was told several times the quest for ZENITH was hopeless, but look at us now 💚

[sandeoki]

Pirate Crew

request

pairing: pirate! hongjoong x reader, slight seonghwa x reader

warnings: mean!hongjoong, pirate!hongjoong, reader is trapped in a cell, it stinks, seonghwa doesn't know how to lie(he's precious, okay?)

"soooo, when are you guys planning to let me out? it's getting kind of boring in here."

seonghwa let out another sigh as he reached forward to pass the food he was carrying to the girl trapped in the dark cell.

"when will you stop whining, huh? I know you are not used to the dirty floor and smelly air of a pirate ship but this ain't your castle, little princess. you should've thought about the consequences before sneaking into our ship."

he gently caressed the princess's cheek through the bars. the sound of loud footsteps rang through the stale air startling both the princess and the pirate.

"captain" The guy got on one knee to give respect to the man who he referred to as captain. this intrigued the princess.

she had thought Seonghwa was the captain as he was the one who she saw in the market most often getting supplies for his pirate ship.

the same very ship y/n tried to sneak into. the same ship which held the dark cell she was currently sitting in.

"You may rise, Seonghwa." the man who was apparently the 'captain' ordered.

"I was going over the updates with yeosang and it came to my notice that a certain royal brat has decided to join us. quite a shock, I admit."

the tone 'captain' used annoyed y/n a lot. it was as if he was mocking her. belittling her. looking down on her. it reminded her of the people she was running from. it reminded her of her family.

"aww, how sweet of you. oh I must be such a lucky woman, to be graced by the presence of the captain himself! I must've done some really good deeds in my past lives to recieve such an honor!"

Seonghwa stood there awkwardly as he watched the princess he had seen grow from a kid to a young woman and his best friend who was also the captain glare daggers at each other.

He cleared his throat loudly and decided it was best if he introduced the two to diffue the tension a bit.

"Y/n this is the captain of our ship, Hongjoong. Hongjoong, this is y/n. she is the princess-

hongjoong raised a hand to silence the guy as he started moving forward, going towards the cell. he peered down at the young girl and then turned back to look at Seonghwa.

"A prisoner. that's all she is. the moment she stepped on my ship, she became my prisoner. no need to give her any special treatment. she'll rot in her cell just like any other prisoner we have."

just as he turned his back to them and started retreating, a voice stopped him.

"hey you, just who do you think you are, huh? I am not your prisoner, heard me? I'm not asking for any special treatment. all I want is to make a request and as a citizen, prisoner or not, I have the right to make requests."

"mind repeating that for me, princess? first you sneak into my ship, then you dare talk back to me and you want to make requests now? does this seem like a joke to you? well, you better cut it out because I hate jokes, little bird."

his voice raised an octave as he kept walking towards her cell with every word he spoke. he looked at her, straight in the eyes, before grabbing her by the jaw.

"but still, I'm feeling quite generous today. tell me your wish and I may grant it." his grin made y/n feel sick in the stomach but she knew better than to act on it.

"I want to be a part of your crew"

silence. complete silence. silence which was soon replaced by cackling laughter. the captain was clutching his stomach from laughter while seonghwa looked at the girl with concern.

"y/n have you lost it!"

"Oh hush Hwa, let me deal with the birdie. my apologies for laughing, princess. it's just...the thought of a little bird, spoiled in a castle ever since birth, working like common labor in a pirate ship, really amused me. what do you think seonghwa? after all, you used to be quite close to birdie, didn't you?"

the comment managed to make both the girl and Seonghwa share a worried look. none of them could figure out how hongjoong knew about their past together.

seonghwa and y/n knew each other ever since they were kids. he was the son of the kingdom's best warrior.

his father often brought him to the royal court during meetings where the king discussed about the shortcomings with his army while young seonghwa and y/n played dolls together.

things remained the same until they reached their teenage when both started seeing each other as something more than playmates.

their forbidden romance had been a secret from all. carefully hidden between the sheets of her bed in the castle and the cliff they claimed as their spot.

it wasn't until seonghwa left his home to become a pirate that the two lovers separated. he knew the path he chose came with sacrifices and leaving her behind was one of them.

so with teary eyes and one last kiss, he bid her a goodbye and went on to become a pirate. the eyes which once were always on each other now fleetingly met during his trips to the market.

the fire hadn't been completely extinguished but it wasn't that strong either. their story was one forbidden love and silent pain. it was a story hidden well from the whole world.

it was a shock to both the past lovers how someone knew about them when they had hidden it so well.

"i-i'm not sure what you are trying to imply captain but I assure you that whatever you are thinking is incorrect."

y/n physically cringed when seonghwa's breaking voice and lack of eye contact gave them away. he hadn't changed at all.

his inability to lie was one of the traits that y/n adored but now it will be the same trait that will have them walking the plank.

"tch, you should know better than to lie to me Park. you know I don't take dishonesty lightly. as for you, little bird, don't look so glum. I'm not going to do anything to you or your little lover. I can't care less about whatever is going on between you two, I just don't want my crew to be distracted. so you better get you head straight and give good results."

y/n mindlessly nodded as she watched him leave through the door. a solid minute passed by before the realization struck her.

"crew? does that mean my job application got accepted?!?"

part 2 coming soon :)

[dailyp1anet]

EXCLUSIVE

THE MERC WITH A MOUTH: DEADPOOL

By Lois Lane, Senior Staff Writer

PUBLISHED: 21:55, 31st August 2024 | UPDATED: 21:57, 31st August 2024

A MAN OF MANY TALENTS: Deadpool shows off his artistic interests. © The Daily Planet: James Olsen, Photographer.

Ever seen a masked red man run through the street after a sudden explosion, shouting: "CHIMICHANGAS!" Then you will know the merc with a mouth who has undoubtedly changed the landscape of heroes. His unorthodox style and rather rogue practices have led to growing public support, particularly across the United States. We know him as an occasional X-Men member and now, he's a freelance mercenary. In an EXCLUSIVE interview, he revealed the man behind the mask and explained how he's much better than those we know as Batman and Superman. But we all know him as Deadpool.

I sat down with Deadpool at my apartment to discuss his recent contracts, his life and his experience of being Deadpool. He stated that: "I used to be really popular, people asked for me to do their dirty work. But i guess contract killing isn't as accepted anymore." He detailed that he takes an interest in interior design, and he lives with his rodent friend. "I decorated my place all alone. Shot some holes in the wall ... Wolverine even left some claw marks on my walls after a fight. Also I have Vincent living with me. He's a rat." Deadpool wanted the readers to know the life he is living and wanted to share his experience and to also raise the profile on his merchandising lines which you can find at @mercred.

Deadpool's powers come from the experimentation he was submitted to by the Weapon X program. Deadpool's list of abilities include: regenerative healing factor, foreign chemical resistance, immortality, disease immunity, telepathic immunity, possession resistance and superhuman durability. Deadpool wanted our readers to know that he's "taller than Wolverine", at a height of 188cm. The infamous mercenary was also responsible for the graffiti over the Superman sign as you enter our city. Despite his intimidating resumé, Deadpool is committed to selling his merchandise and raise his profile of the heroic deeds he has contributed to.

It was noted several times throughout the interview that Deadpool wanted the Daily Planet readers that: "I don't actually like chimichangas that much, I just like to say the word."

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[snowyknight-17]

Jake Evans’ NSFW Alphabet!

(Do not interact if a minor and/or you don’t like smut)

As you stand in the desert, you are approached by a slow crawling, tumblr and AO3 scribbler. They cough and hand you a crumpled piece of paper,

*cough* “It’s done.

Finally, *cough*, I have finished the horny alphabet.”

You take the paper and read,

Jake NSFW Alphabet 🧣❤️‍🔥💙💕

A: After care

Jake would be very concerned about you after your first few times. The man is a little rusty and would try to make sure you had as nice a time as he did. He still needs to build his confidence about lovin' n stuff, been awhile for him. He'd be all in his head worried if you were satisfied and comfortable. He'd be so sweet to you after. Make sure you're clean, warm and felt loved. If you want pillow talk or some grub, he'd be all for it. If you just want to go to sleep, he's ready for snuggles.

B: Favorite body part

Jake would tell you he loves your eyes, especially when you first wake up and they're all sleepy lookin' before you've had your coffee. Or he'd say your hands, so supple in his when he gets to hold them. Now that wouldn't be a lie, but what he's not telling you is he's an ass man. Your ass is so darn plump and grabable to him, especially when you're in that vault suit. The man berates himself internally when he catches himself staring. He doesn't want you to think he's a creep or nothin', but when you walk away, just know that a brown eyed southern man is giving you an eyefull.

C: Cum headcanon

Jake is clean by nature, so he's kind of vanilla when it comes to cum. If you asked him to shoot his wad all over you, he'd make this face 😕. "Um, you want me to what? Darlin' is that what you're asking here? I don't know..." Please be kind and patient to this wonderful man. He's finally in a loving, sexual relationship and he's old fashioned. Now he'd be fine cumming on your lower abdomen or thighs, possibly in you as long as you were comfortable with that. Maybe even your lower back if you have graduated to him getting behind you, but carelessly flinging his seed on you feels gross to him.

D: Dirty secret

*Insert comm hub joke here*

But seriously the man would bone you against that thing.

Dirty secret. Dirty secret….

He sometimes fantasizes about you two having pipboy sex. He calls you late to update you on what ever needs updating, you talk a little about your day and you’ll say you miss him and he misses you and the conversation would get quieter and steamier. Before you know it you’re both hearing the other approach climax through a pipboy speaker. He’d be too embarrassed to ask for this. He wants it to happen naturally, but this is Jake we’re talking about, so he backs out and just says “Whelp alright then. Talk soon.”

He always kicks himself after he does that. He’ll click off and mock himself under his breath, “Whelp alright then my behind…god I’m an idiot.”

E: Experience

The man is a father, so he's done the deed, but let's be honest, things don't start heating up until he's with you.

F: Favorite position

Oh boy he'd blush so bright if you asked him this. He'd clear his throat and rub the back of his neck before he stutters out, "Eh hem. Uh cowgirl I suppose..." You on top makes him crazy. Grabbing your hips and peachy bum as you bounce over him. Your little pants of pleasure as you ride him. It's such a relief when you take control and make him feel good. Now if Jake's a little liquored up, reverse cowgirl is an absolute show stopper for him. Your perfect ass in full view, he'll slap it (affectionately) of course, and just get lost in that sweet rhythm. Now if you want Jake to do the rutting, he's a sucker for missionary. He already thinks your beautiful/handsome, so to have you totally open yourself to him and be vulnerable and whatnot, * shivers*.

G: Goofy/Serious

More on the serious side. At least that’s how he starts off. You’re not at HQ enough as it is, so when you are home with him he wants to give you the treatment. Jake is a relaxed lover. Goes with the flow. Whatever you want. Nice and slow, loud and fast; he’s ready to give or take.

If he is on the goofy side, he’s had a few drinks and he feels good.

H: Hair head canon

If you haven’t noticed, Jake has dark hair. He’s never had a hard time growing a beard and his head hair is gloriously full. So I think it’s safe to say he’s hairy every where.

His chest is evenly covered with a thin layer of dark hair. Nothing on his abdomen with a happy trail at the end. Now his bits and pieces have dark hair at the base that he does try to keep trim, but again we’re in the wastelands people, so he’s trying alright.

I: Intimacy (how he is in the moments)

Once the two of you are exclusive, he’s so romantic. At least he’s trying to be anyway. You’re the first he’s ever had this level of companionship with. At first it’s all muscle memory but then he learns what you like, what he likes…

He starts off as a man so hungry for affection and touch but give him time to cook. Eventually you’ll have a Texan on your hands who can’t get enough of you. And I mean sweet cowboy or bucking bronco, both can happen in the same session.

J: Jack off

Look he’s a human being. Flesh and blood. Yes he’s done it. But it’s one of those things he doesn’t do often, especially if his daughter is still missing. Then you come along. A big, beautiful distraction. It takes time, as you know, for him to start feeling for you, but when he does…

You spend a lot of time away from HQ and he does miss you. Even before you became intimate, he’d be lying if he said he never thought of being with you. Maybe his hands wonder while he’s in the shower, or late nights in his bed when he can’t sleep and needs to relax…

Now when you’re officially a couple, I don’t see him doing it much as long as he has you to keep him company.

K: Kinks

Sounds. You make the best noises when you’re with him. Don’t stop. He loves hearing you. Moans, sighs, dirty talk, passionate outbursts, he loves it all.

Shower sex. You’re slippery, soapy, ya smell nice plus standing can be fun. He’s got you turned around on the shower wall, just going to town behind you. If you could somehow get a bubble bath going…*sigh*

Drunk sex. Consensual of course. You two have been slinging back sasparillas and playing strip poker, laughing your evening away. Until you both feel warm and a little heavy. Plus your extra bouncy when you’ve had a few.

Lingerie. Any kind of sexy wear really. Jake has a hard time forming thoughts when you’re wearing something like that. All he can think about is getting you unwrapped.

Breeding. Hear me out. Deep into your relationship this can happen. Laura is back, Shaun is back. You’ve settled into your own house in a settlement. I think Mother Nature could hit this man in the gonads. Wanting to get you pregnant or just practicing getting you knocked up really does it for him.

L: Location

Obviously yours and his quarters in HQ. Preferably yours since you have the double bed. Settlements where the two of you have privacy. Prefers clean beds to roll around in. Not gonna risk getting an itch on some dirty mattress. If no bed is available, against a wall is just fine.

You know how you have a washing machine in your HQ room, yeah he’ll prop you up there. You sit tight and wrap your legs around him while that thing is on spin cycle, fun times.

What’s important is that you’re alone together and there is no emergency. He’ll have a hard time being playful if he’s got a million things to do as head of engineering.

If you’re traveling together, stop by a settlement with a bed, he’d love that. Just make sure it’s safe if it’s out in the wilds somewhere; well placed mines by doors so none can surprise ya.

M: Motivation

Jake’s motivation is dependent on a few things. Safety, his responsibilities, his kid. He won’t just drop his pants cuz you gave him a look. It helps if you set the pace sometimes. Kiss his temple as you refill his coffee mug, tell him he looks/smells nice, wink at him from across the room, message him on your pipboy something spicy…by the end of the night he’ll feel your affection and be motivated to spend alone time with you.

No: Something he won’t do

Jake is a clean, kind, vanilla sort of man. He won’t enjoy degrading you or being degraded. He would never hurt you, or would want to be hurt. Nothing too rough. He likes to have a good time, but he’s not into anything crazy. Please don’t piss or shit on him. Gross. It’s hard enough to stay clean in the wastes.

The guy is fine with surprises, but consent is sexy; so don’t be shy, tell him what you’d like to try. I think he’ll be up for a lot of stuff with you.

O: Oral sex

Yes ma’am. But it will evolve naturally. As you become more regular with your time spent together, his need to get closer will take over. He loves you and wants to love you all over. But getting to that point in a relationship takes time, so when it he does get to that place with you it’s utterly romantic. Praise him and love him back. He adores when you go down on him and sometimes he feels he doesn’t deserve you like this, so be good to him. Give and take.

P: Pace

I peg Jake as a submissive top/pillow princess. Give him direction. He’ll do what you want. Do you want to lay under his loving embrace and enjoy slow love making? How about something more fast paced and vocal? What about pushing him onto your bed and taking over? Wanna go through the Kama Sutra? Have him wear only a cowboy hat and handcuffs? The answer is yes. There is pace.

Q: Quickie

Quickies are apart of any sexual relationship. They happen. Sometimes they’re perfect other times they’re just not enough. You’re the Chief and he’s Head of Engineering, time can be tight. A quickie might be the most you two get. That little maintenance closet by the comm room has provided you with semi privacy many a time. You both sneak off cuz you “forgot” something and meet separately in that small space for some lovin’.

But to speak his truth, Jake would rather have no interruptions, no time limit. Just you all to himself.

R: Risk

As has been mentioned, he’s not a thrill junkie. But he’s not a square either.

Semi public sex. Can others hear you both? That’s not a terrible thing if they can. The headboard hitting the walls to match the rhythm…he kinda likes that.

He’s always willing to try things with you. New position, different closets, just light his fire and see where it can go.

S: Stamina

Once a day is perfect. Every other day is nice too, get a little build up going. When you are together, it can last for a while if he’s relaxed.

T: Toys

Let me ask you something; if you found a phallic shaped item in the post apocalyptic wasteland, would you insert in your self?

That being said they’re not off limits. Make sure it’s clean though. A thin strap of soft leather could make a nice cock ring. Maybe you find an adult film that still works, it’s fuzzy but it’s mostly for background noise. He thinks a simple pair of handcuffs could be fun.

U: Unfair (does he like to tease?)

Generally speaking, no he does not tease you. Most of the time Jake is oblivious to how handsome he is. Sometimes he’s bent over his workshop table, deep in his projects. His hands are strong and there’s some grime on his fingers and knuckles. His shirt is unbuttoned a little showing the top of his chest hair…

Or what about when he’s thinking hard and runs his hand through his hair, ruffling it.

Jake does a lot of the fixing and repair work at HQ, he measures everything twice and does these deep little “mmm’s” under his breath as he plugs along.

These little things make you crazy. Jake doesn’t need to do much to get your blood moving. But it goes both ways. There’s a lot you do that gets him thinkin.

V: Volume

He’s not super loud or anything like that. But he can get vocal. Moans, grunts, whispered cursing. Lots of pleasured sighing. Soft praise…

“Oh Darlin…that’s…mmmm.”

“Mmf…you’re so beautiful/handsome…”

“Fuck…yeah…don’t stop…”

When he does get louder, it’s in good taste. I guarantee he has plopped down next to you after sex, a thin layer of sweat on his skin and with a thick accent he’ll say, “Hoo boy! That…well that is exactly what a man needs sometimes.” He chuckles and brings you close to him then plants wet, deep kisses to your lips and jaw and neck.

W: Wild card

Your love has brought out the best in him. He went from a man who cared for nothing and no one except his kid, to a man that handles so much responsibility. He’s found his bravery, his manhood, sense of self. He feels new around you and that all bubbles over in his everyday acts. How he is as a father, boss and your lover…

Do you know what that kind of confidence boost does to a man?

X: X-ray

Jake is your cowboy. Your lovie dove. He’s perfect the way he is. But if you asked him to whip it out and measure, he’s coming in at 6.5”. Above average but not overly so. A perfect thickness too. I would think most guys are uncircumcised in the wastes, so he is too. But as we all know, it’s not about size. There’s so much more to it than that. Jake is a sweet lover, and he tries his best to take care of you.

Y: Yearning

A man I’m his mid 30’s/early 40’s has a sex drive, but he is capable of control. He’s not the type of guy to seek a companion he has no feelings for. Before he met you and he was traveling the country looking for his kid, it never felt right to spend the night with someone he met at a bar. He just can’t get comfortable like that.

Then you come along. Your amazing. The most heroic and incredible person he’s ever known. You’ve helped him in so many ways. Even though it takes time to get into an intimate relationship, he thinks about you. What you’d feel like, sound like, look like…

When you finally are sharing a bed, he can’t wait to be with you every night and wake up with you every morning. Jake yearns for you in his own way.

Z: Zzzzz

The HQ Chief and Head of Engineering are busy day in and out. So many people need you, projects that seem never ending, a war that ain’t gonna fight itself…

Let the man sleep. Sometimes the world is literally stacked against you two, so when you have time to be alone and the after glow sets in, it’s easy to let go in the arms of a lover.

But he’s not a thrust and bust kind of guy either. Your couple time is important to him and he loves spending time with. Both light hearted and deeper conversations are on the table after love making if the mood allows.

As you finish reading, you notice the person who’s handed you the paper has passed out from not drinking water and only eating jalapeño poppers for dinner.

Thank you.

The end.

[polyklok]

Hello again, i love all your work!!! 💕💕

I was curious of your opinion about skwickles and if you have headcanons for them? (≧∀≦*)

Well, firstly, I’m all for every single inter-Dethklok ship and I don’t think I really hate any of the ‘mainstream’ ships for the show in general. The only exception to this is maybe Natgail but I think that’s cause Abigail has 0 appeal to me the writers did her so dirty. So you can bet your ass that I love Skwickles even I can’t pronounce it for shit.

I think they would first get together in Dethklok’s early days, five boys squeezed together in a small apartment and making music. Skwisgaar and Pickles shared a room, Skwisgaar having a futon floor mattress shoved in one corner and Pickles having a bundle of clothes, blankets, and a single pillow that he often just fell into in the other. Pickles, a washed up glamrock star, and Skwisgaar, a mysterious guitarist that hardly spoke any English.

Out of anybody in the band, they had the highest sex drives and most flexible sexualities. Pickles was charming and scrappy, Skwisgaar was seductive and passionate. They just sort of fell into each other…on several occasions. It became routine for Skwisgaar to pluck mindlessly as his guitar while Pickles did a horrid job of explaining the English language and then fucking each other to sleep.

Even as Dethklok rapidly grew in popularity and hoards of groupies were throwing themselves at them; the two grew apart a bit sexually but ultimately had a stronger relationship.

With their consistent drunkenness, shameless horniness, and pure audacity, it’s not uncommon for all the members of Dethklok to occasionally get frisky with each other simply for ‘convenience’. There was an unspoken rule to do the deed and then never speak of it again. But with Pickles and Skwisgaar, they often didn’t seem uncomfortable by their experience with messing around, even teasing each other with tones that were oh-so-slightly flirty.

I’ll say that, for the sake of these headcanons, they have a complicated friends-with-benefits relationship rather than an official one. It’s not gay if it’s your band mate, am I right?

Skwisgaar is a perfectionist and has some workaholic tendencies. He’ll shred and shred at his guitar until it sounds just right to his ears, even if his hands ache and his fingertips bleed. He relies on Pickles to tear him away from his guitar, even for just a few minutes to take care of his hands or clear his head. Skwisgaar will complain and whine, but he really does appreciate it in the long term.

Similarly, Pickles parties way too hard way too regularly. I mean, Dethklok are all kinda like that, but Pickles is on another level. Skwisgaar is often the one to sober Pickles up or take care of his brutal hangovers. He’ll lightly complain but they both ultimately know how sweet he’s being.

Pickles has to regularly fight off Skwisgaar from cleaning his hair. He likes his disgusting, filthy, stinky dreads!

I imagine them both be kind of crybabies, so they often sit in a dark room together, share a blunt, listen to some music, and just…cry. They’ve agreed to not speak of it to anyone.

Skwisgaar will very occasionally let Pickles do his makeup. In exchange, Pickles has to let Skwisgaar pick out a nice outfit for him. They act like they hate it but it’s one of their favorite bonding activities.

I don’t have much else. I’ve waited a couple days to let inspiration flow but my brain is giving me almost nothing. I might update this later if I come up with more. Thanks for the ask!

[heavenlydragon]

“Escaflowne Bible” scans [page 10]

You may (or may not) remember the scans/translations of the tiny Escaflowne Bible artbook. This is the second to final part to be posted, called Character Profiles (or Character Biographies). Many thanks again to @legendofthesevenstars for the proofread!

This will be posted page by page, with translation, updating every week or so. Translation of the whole page below the cut!

DRYDEN FASSA

Height: 189cm Weight: 75kg A/N: For some reason, he is the only one who has these in this book. They match the data stated in other books, though (where other characters are included). 

Profile

Wealthy merchant Meiden’s eldest son, Dryden Fassa, 21 years old in Earth age, is a peddler traveling around the world. Seven episodes before his first appearance in episode 14, he was already mentioned in the conversation around King Aston’s dinner table. Aside from commerce, he pursues research of Atlantis. Looking impulsive at first sight, he shows a surprising amount of resolve and generosity. Is his ignorance to everything else once he has focused on something just a chip in an otherwise perfect diamond?

Question of Interest

Millerna or research? Which is more important?.

Until episode 19, knowing that Millerna liked Allen, he did not make any forceful move, even if he had a reason to. But he was so engrossed in reading the travel journal, he did not even notice Van fighting outside. For him, both Millerna and Atlantis are serious concerns, and maybe he is just acting according to his own desires.

Pic Descriptions

Dryden, son of a wealthy merchant. 

Look cloooosely at his feet – for some reason, he is wearing modern shoes. Where and how did he get his hands on those? 

Dryden looks hip in his round glasses… but unkempt..

Keeping a lazy stubble, he looks a bit dirty, but he does quite humorous and magnanimous deeds.

The jacket down and hair down look. Looks somehow even more unkempt.

FOLKEN FANEL

Profile

To become a strategist of the imperial army, he sold his fatherland to Emperor Dornkirk. Equivalent to 25 years of Earth age, he is the creator of the Intensified Luck Soldiers Naria and Eriya and planner of the Golden Rule of Love strategy that was meant to break the relationship between Van and Hitomi. Why did he betray his country and became a subordinate to Emperor Dornkirk? He is a man of many mysteries...

Question of Interest

Did Dornkirk make the artificial arm?

The arm was made by scientists according to Dornkirk’s instructions. The particulars of it will be revealed after the 20th episode.

Pic Descriptions

Since he’s a military strategist, I wish he would think more on the operation name.

Young Folken. Will Van look like him in ten years?

DILANDAU ALBATOU

Profile

Dilandau is equivalent to 15 years old on Earth. Because of the wound he got from Van on his right cheek, he is determined to hunt him down. He was the captain of the Dragonslayers under General Adelphos, until the squad was annihilated by Escaflowne in episode 14. The horror of that scene caused him to have a mental breakdown and he is shown in episode 15 in the state of a screaming, crying child. Somehow it seems that his past hides a huge secret.

Question of Interest

Are all Dragonslayers prettyboys by Dilandau’s choice?

After Dilandau took the head of the enemy general in his first campaign at the age of 14, he was awarded his own unit, the Dragonslayers. He was even entrusted with the personnel selection. He hates the belief that only those with a successful track record should pilot guymelefs and focused rather on the talent of the individual. It seems as a result, handsome youths were gathered by the selection coincidentally.

Pic Descriptions

What will become of Dilandau from now on? 

Miguel, protecting his captain even from beyond death.

<<ESCAFLOWNE TIDBITS>> (on top of the page)  

In episode 14, the Dragonslayers met their heroic end. On one hand, the squad of handsome youths won ardent fans for themselves, but the truth is, they are quite an enigma. Not much else is known about Dragonslayers besides having 15 members, and being around 15 years of age. For most of them, we don’t even know their name, let alone background. The names we know, besides Miguel introduced below, are Guimel, Dalet, Chesta, Gatti, and Viole, 5 in total. Protecting their captain against Escaflowne’s attack even from beyond death, their loyalty is admirable. Prayers for their happiness in the other world.

[bullet-prooflove]

Thursday ‘Red Wine Supernova’ Radio Prompt List

Please check the updated character list on my pinned post to see who I am writing for before submitting a prompt!

Also read the rules and do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!

I've been pulling in the parking lot and fucking in her favoritе spot

And our time apart, like knives in my heart

You know I adore you, I'm crazier for you

I'm about to knock somebody out

Kiss me like I'm the last man in the world

I think it might be love, but I won't say that

Living out fantasies of a hundred guys' daydreams

Baby, when you call my name It's like a warning

I missed you so much That I begged here to fly here and see me

Just tell the truth, ay, it's not that hard

Gotta leave the past, it's in the past Yeah I won't look back

'Cause you're a catch but I'm the one you caught ya

trying not to love you, only goes so far

For forty eight hours I don't think that we left my hotel room

Long hair (no bra) that's my type

'Cause I ain't ever kissed a risk worth taking Till I met your lips

You're reckless and selfish and you can't help it

So baby, let's get freaky, get kinky

But don't tease me, baby

It was you who did that dirty deed

They whisper in the hallway, "She's a bad, bad girl"

Kissing in the car I guess my heart pumped on the gas

She the only one I know to talk me off the deep end

You just told me (want me to fuck you) Baby, I will 'cause I really want to

Find someone that loves you Better than I do, darling, 

Strike a match, watch the flames grow higher

I can't seem to get a straight answer

Right from the second, your hands were on my body It felt like Armageddon, just you me and nobody else

There's danger in the things you say

Baby, why don't you come over?

Standing on the edge, no, there's no going back

It takes two to love but only one to leave

I counted days, I counted miles To see you there, to see you there

Trying not to need you, is tearing me apart

The smallest change can make you feel alive

Sat right down beside me, and whispered right in my ear

Let's just take a drive till we run out of gas

We gotta make love just one last time in the shower

Cause she's sweet, she's smart, and she's funnier than you

'Cause you remind me every day I'm not enough, but I still stay

She's a firecracker, a natural disaster

Fell in love with the thought of you

'Cause trying not to love you Only makes me love you more

Don't trust you, but who's to blame?

I'm in the hallway waitin' for ya Mini skirt and my go-go boots 

She's in my car and she said, "drive faster"

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Authors On THG Writing Hiatus Masterlist (2)

Part 1 /

***Active (on this blog) is defined as a blog/writer who has updated within the past year. Inactive (on this blog) is defined as a blog/writer that has not been updated at all in the past year+. On THG Writing Hiatus (on this blog) is a blog/writer who has updated within the past year but has not posted a fanfic in the fandom in the past year BUT they may return to writing in the future. Lists will be updated as needed based on activity. ***

Created: November 17th, 2023

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Popular Fic: Sometimes You Get What You Need: When Katniss’ business falls into trouble she leans on her new friend, the man who has become the beta for her fanfiction, unaware of who he really is. Inspired by the film You’ve Got Mail.

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[rarephloxes]

reading East of Eden, was having a good time, kinda cried, briefly fell in love with Adam.

currently: messy and the whole “is the money stolen” conversation gave me whiplash and a neckache, reading into Adam’s refusal to see his father as a liar (and a dirty dirty cheat of the world when really he could be getting down to a sick beat) specially when he went to such a painful…. loss of childhood innocence?rebirth? while seeing his father’s flaws as a teen. And for money he never seemed to have wanted?

And like, don’t get me started on Charles. That man needs a hug(??????) and a shower (long one) , and he was, objectively, an ass a teen, but he seems to have a self aware emotional depth (even if twisted) that he got mainly from writing the letters (which makes me thunk Adam lost an opportunity there).

And just… Alice thinking the gifts Adam left for her were actually from Charles when Adam was actually thanking her, rewarding her, maybe, appreciating her in a way she would never be in another circumstances, and his soft good deeds went unnoticed, and he suffered from his mild mannered heart, and he then suffered some more when he got older and now… well I can’t get quite the read on him yet

Will be back with more updates