#peep the shine in her eyes. she's having fun ^_^

[stevielicious]

his little strip tease - c.b

pairing- colby b x fem!reader

summary- a stripper catches the eyes of a handsome man, has a some fun;)

warnings- a lil angsty, some hardcore smut lol, cute lil ending

word count- 3k or sum? maybe 4k, LMAO

a/n- been a long time since I’ve written, enjoy

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The whole studio was bouncing, the bass rhythmically played throughout the club. Swimming inside the walls, almost enticing you in. The night was young and had only just begun, it was a start to a long night. Here, I was treated almost like royalty, all the other dancers liked to roll their eyes or make snarky comments because they didn’t like the way I hogged all the attention, I was young and that’s nothing I could help.

You could say I was a good dancer. One of the best.

Brittney. I only had one friend in this place, the rest would only batter their eyelashes to get a hand on your earnings. Not Brittney though. She was a sweet, honest girl that just needed the extra cash and in complete fairness, that’s what we were both here for. We were both the youngest in this place. University costs an arm and a leg, there’s no lie in that. It was a hated industry, but the world is a tough place to make a living.

“Girl! You gotta get out there! it’s thriving with old dudes that have a TON of money!!” She heaved, slumping on a swivel chair next to mine, with a wide-eyed expression painted across her makeup clad features. I glanced at her through the huge mirrors stuck to the smoke stained walls, with a slight smirk finishing up on my cherry red lipgloss, “Oh yeah? Sounds just like every other night.”

“Well, I did see these couple guys around our age, maybe older, they were sooo hot.” Brittney explained, emphasising their good looks, applying makeup to her smudged areas. She seemed skittish, almost like she was eager to get back out there. This time I’d turned to face her, making my blonde hair a bouncy, wavey look. Being expressive with her hands, matter of factly she had said, “I sooo wished they’d came over to me, that brunette guy was soo handsome, so mysterious too. I’ll have to show you when you get your ass out there! I’d give that man a dance for free any day.”

I giggled, never hearing her talk like this made me believe these men were as handsome as she said they were. Maybe I’ll have to see for myself. I began to slip my cherry red heels on, glancing in the mirror, puffing my hair out. I had styled it in to an 80’s blowout type look, just more modernised. “I believe you girl, it’s been a while since we’ve had a looker come here.”

“Man, you look like a whole full course meal looking like that, Y/N. You have more of a chance than me at getting that handsome devil in a booth. Gosh, you’re so sexy!” Brittney huffed, looking at me with a sad but hopeful expression.

I grabbed her hand, pulling her out of her chair. Cupping her face with my hands, I said with confidence, “God is a woman, and you my friend are a fucking goddess! Now let’s get out there and make some fucking money!” She smiled into my hands as I then spun her around, seeing the sparkles on her little outfit shine.

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I stood behind Brittney as she peeped from behind the big, draping, scarlet red curtain that lead out to the runway. A shiny pole awaiting us. Britt had kept an eye on the stage as I was trying to skim the crowd for the one who looks like they had the most cash with them. “Oh! Gabriella’s almost finished her dance, god blue is NOT her colour!”

“Brittney! You have to watch your mouth sometimes, you’ll get in trouble if someone hears you!” I wispered harshly, playfully jabbing her arm. She moved over a little so I could get a better look of the crowd. Taking me by surprise, a pair of striking blue eyes caught my own as I swiftly shut the curtain, almost knocking Britt over, “Holy shit.”

“What? What!” The brunette nudged me out the way as I took a step back, body running cold. I heard her muttering as she closed the curtain as quick as she re-opened it, turning to me. “Oh my God, that’s him!”

“Shut up! I’ve never seen him before, I can’t dance infront of him, he’s too pretty to be here! What’s a guy like him doing here?! God!” I gulped, walking back and forth on myself, finding my nerves getting the better of me of me. God, his dark brown hair and that shiny earring glistening in his ear, the black button up, the shine on his rings and tattooed arms, man. I’m used to dancing for 40+ year old guys, not actual good looking guys my age!

“Are you being serious right now, Y/N? You’re the hottest one here, if Gab’s can flaunt it then you definitely can too!” She exclaimed assertively, stopping me in my tracks, hands on either side of my arms. Pointing her finger in my face.

“Hey sluts, they’re waiting.” A scratchy, unbothered voice had sounded as the clacking of heels sounded down the set of stairs held by the stage. We both rolled our eyes as she swang her hips side to side, sauntering away from us.

“Ugh, whatta bitch.” We muttered in unison, breathing out a laugh. Britt gave me a subtle peck on the cheek, something she always did to calm my nerves before my journey to the pole, “Knock ‘em dead, Y/N”

As she turned my track on, I took a deep breath, pushing my boobs up a little, feeling the deep red lace against my body. Promiscuous sounded, by Nelly & Timbaland. As much as it is a corny song, the boys loved it.

Whipping my hair over my shoulder, I winked at my bestie, and started my walk. The giant curtains opened as I started to strut. The dim lights only lighting up solely on the pole. My confidence returning as my hips swirled to the beat, winking at thirsty men in the crowd. I raised my arms leaning my head back touching my chest.

I made my way over to the center, strutting around the shiny metal pole, caressing it gently. Placing my heels accordingly on the polished platform, stepping on dollar bills everywhere I walked. “Promiscuous girl, you’re teasin’ me. You know what I want and I got what you need.”

I raised my leg on the pole letting my body drape around as my arm held my balance along the pole. As I smoothly came to the bottom of the glistening metal, I spread my legs one infront and one behind, bouncing slightly. Rolling onto my next move, the same pair of blue eyes caught my attention, I couldn’t help but stare for a second, which felt like minutes, as I got behind the pole, he winked at me.

Which took me by surprise as I blushed. I gulped and returned the wink. I blew a kiss at this man, as I slut dropped down the metal shaft, licking up it. Keeping eye contact, his mouth agape. When I grew confidence, I also grew dirty. Giving what these men came to see. “Have all my money!”

One man shouted, another had exclaimed, “I want you to ride my face, please! Be my dirty little girl!” I smiled politely at these men, knowing full well they probably have wives at home, most of them having a ring on their marriage finger. Bastards.

As I danced around the pole, I let my hips do the work, shaking them around in a sexy way. Left to right, innocently dancing. Mouthing the lyrics, shutting my eyes ever so slightly. With my back to the pole now, I had slid down it, mouthing the lyrics, “I’m all alone and it’s you that I want!”

Motioning this handsome blue eyed boy to me with my fingers, in a ‘come here’ type of way. Hoping to entice him, or just playfully tease him. He was leaning against the bar, eyes glued to me. I’ve felt his eyes on me the whole dance. He had this dark smirk on him, looking me up and down with these hungry eyes. Turning his full body towards me now. He mouthed, “Oh yeah?”

In return, I sent an innocent wink his way, with a smile this time. Getting on my feet and swinging around the pole one last time before subtly dropping down, against the cold metal, arching my back as I pushed my hips towards the pole, not letting go. The lights going dark once again as my time came to an end.

I blew the crowd a kiss as I took one last glance toward the bar, the man that had captivated my full attention could not be seen. My heart sank a little as I turned on my heel, forming a strut down the walk as the curtains closed behind me, the money being collected as I had left the stage that I had now earned.

“Eeek! Y/N! You did so good! How am I supposed to follow that performance up?!” Brittney squealed, high fiving me.

“You’ll do even better than me, I’m sure of it!” Giving her praise, she was the one thing that got me through this place, she deserved more confidence. “ I’m gonna take a walk on the floor, gonna get a drink! Go get ‘em tiger!”

As much as I was there for my girl, I desperately wanted to see if this man had stuck around.

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Venturing onto the men-riddled floor, I tried to keep my composure. This was when my nerves got the better of me, you’re looked at as a piece of meat when you’re of the floor. Up on the stage, you feel as though everyone’s below you, literally. You’re on top, nobody can touch you up there.

I found myself at the bar, just asking for a lemonade to pass the time, a kind, older woman had served me. She was one of the nicer workers that resided here, “Would you like a cherry in there too, Y/N?”

“You know me.” I softly said, giving her a thankful smile. Some saw me as the baby here and some saw me as the queen. It was a weird place to be, I just appreciated the kind ones. She gave me a wink and went on her way to make me a the simple concoction.

“Y/N. What a name. Pretty, too.” A deep, husky voice sounded from next to me, as I felt his eyes burn into the side of my head. I turned, slowly looking up at him, his tall, dark frame leaning down on me. I gulped. Those familiar blue eyes keeping ahold of my attention, his warm smile sounding, “Hey, I’m Colby.” He took my hand and kissed it gently.

“Y/N. Hey.” I shyly ushered out in one whole breathe, as I glanced down, my hair falling infront of my face. He was gorgeous, a true beauty. I must be lucky for someone like him to be able to approach me.

“Yeah, I know” He chuckled. I blushed as he heard the lady behind the bar already address that. Don’t screw up now girl! “Is that your real name? I know ladies like to have a disguise around here.”

He observantly mentioned, smirking too. I was at a loss for words, Colby was so captivating, I was lost in his celestial, lapis eyes. His chestnut hair cascading infront of his eyes ever so slightly. “It is, does that disappoint you?”

I decided to be honest, maybe he’d find that attractive in its self. After all, he was honest with me. “What? God no, I think you’re stunning, and your names just the cherry on top!”

Colby ironically exclaimed, as my drink was placed infront of me. The lady looked at both me and him and smiled, raising her eyebrows at me. He glanced at my drink, taking the cherry. Swivelling it in his grip, he glanced at me. I looked up at him with my doe eyes, as he popped it in my mouth, plucking the stem from the cherry itself. “Good girl.”

My heart started to race as he reached his hand out, ushering me closer. As I went to take his hand, a loud roguish man approached me, grabbing me by waist, immediately yelling in my face, “Are you gonna dance for me or what? Huh?”

The alcohol definitely playing its part, I glanced to security, they hadn’t seen the commotion yet and my heart was jumping out of its chest. He towered over me demanding, impatiently waiting for an answer. “Sir, please don’t speak to me like tha-“

“I can speak to you how the FUCK I want, don’t you dare think for a second that your better than me or anyone’s gonna save your pretty little ass, you do what I tell you-“ a huge thud landed as I was swiftly pushed back, the man in front of me collapsing to the ground. Colby had lunged at the drunken man. Angered, he had hit him square in the jaw, a tooth rolling around on the floor. A splash of blood on already red heel.

My breath hitched in my throat, still no security in sight, the music too loud for anyone to really give a shit. Colby had picked this man up by his shift, as though he weighed of nothing, he hissed in his face, “Beat it.”

The man was dropped to his feet and quickly scurried away, as if he saw death itself. I watched as he was out of site, a warm touch against my chin snapped me out of the trance I was in. Startled. “Are you okay, beautiful?”

Gazing into his eyes, hard to look away, I stuttered out, “I-uh, yeah. Thank you.” I placed my hand on his chest trying to gain my breath back, it all happened so fast, a boldness took over me, the sheer sign of strength made so effortlessly was almost overwhelming, “Wanna get out of here?”

I felt his heartbeat pick up every so slightly as he huskily said, “Lead the way, Y/N.”

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Of all places, I lead him to one of the private booths, the expensive, champagne riddled rooms. I shut the curtains to the room, letting staff know that it was occupied. The curved couch was a sparkly red, that had a pole in the middle as well as a love seat. The circular table had three bottles of champagne in a bucket of ice, recently been placed there. Lights had become dim since I’d closed the curtains and there were little sources of light emerging from under both seats. Colby had poured a drink for me and himself, keeping them set down on the table, he approached me with a smirk on his face, “What brings us here then beautiful?”

“I wanted to thank you back there, you were so brave.” Placing my hand on his chest once again, ever so slightly pushing him backwards, towards the curved seat, trailing my hand downwards. Batting my eyelashes at him with my big doe like eyes, I pouted, “So strong.”

His legs hit the textured couch, falling back on, eyes never straying from mine once. I began to crawl on top of him, in a straddle position, feeling himself twitch underneath me, “I-That was nothing back there, a beautiful girl like you shouldn’t have to take that shit.”

He insisted while taking in my body, my looks. Colbys hands began to travel up and down my lacy, deep red piece, taking it all in, breathing a little heavier than before. Muttering, he shifted a little from under me, looking back up at my eyes, “Fuck.”

Smirking slightly, I leant forward, giving him an eyeful of my cleavage, whispering, “I’ll make you feel good, Colby.” His breath began to hitch as I began to kiss up his jaw, his eyes darkened as he lifted my face, gazing into my eyes. His plump lips were begging to meet mine, he took a quick glance at my lips and mumbled hastily, “You’re making me crazy, beautiful.”

And with that he crashed his whiskey stained lips into my cherry tasted ones. Hunger was taking over and I grew to want him so badly. His great hands found their way to my back, travelling down and cupping me, grabbing me ever so slightly but enough for me to moan into his mouth. He seemed to like that. Swiftly, he took my laced bra off with one quick motion, making me gasp.

My hands got the better of me and I started unbuttoning his shirt, almost frustrated that it wasn’t coming undone quick enough. He pulled away, picking me up, his hands under me, straddling his waist now, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

The blue eyed boy had laid us down, I was now laying on the love seat, he towered over me, looking me up and down, ready to feast. Colby stood there, with his shirt unbuttoned, his abs glistening from the sweat we had just created. He looked godly in this moment. He quickly took off his jeans, his member almost throbbing to be let out. I gulped as he looked bigger than anything I’d ever seen.

He lowered himself down, and kissed me passionately, still hungry for more. My hands roamed freely, helping him take off his shirt completely. With this motion I quickly flipped us, wanting to be on top of him. I begged, “Let me please you, Colby.”

Impressed at my strength, Colby had stifled a moan as I started to leave hungry kisses down his chest, until I got to his boxer line. I looked up at him through my lashes, as he nodded with approval, removing the clothing. His thick member throbbing. I gulped, taking in his size, he was fucking huge.

“Fuck.” I muttered as I teased him, licking up his shaft, keeping eye contact with him as he propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look. I wrapped my hand around his member, kissing the tip.

I began to take him in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down and sucking slightly, wanting him to feel euphoric. His sweet moans filled my ears, making me work harder for him. Wanting to make him feel better than ever. “You’re such a good girl, Y/N.”

Seeing his eyes roll back as his shaft touched the back of my throat was enough to make me moan, knowing I was doing a good job. I was a good girl. His good girl. Colby’s hand traveled to the back of my head, grabbing my hair slightly bobbing my head. It felt so good. “You like that baby girl?”

I nodded quickly, not wanting to disappoint, all of a sudden feeling really submissive. As I carried on sucking it for a little longer, Colby pulled my hair back and away from him gently making me look up at him, he muttered, “C’mere baby.”

I did as he asked, waiting for what was to come. Colby got on top of me, his chain dangling infront of my face, his arms looking as muscular as ever as he towered over me, I felt completely under his spell and I was more than ready for what he was about to do to me.

He caressed my breasts, with both hands as I started to breath heavier, trying to keep it together. His eyes flickering towards mine and my bare chest, he muttered sweet nothings as he latched onto them, kissing them. Sucking them. I couldn’t help but moan at the way his tongue moved against my body, “Colby!”

“Shh, baby. You sound so fucking good, but we can’t get in trouble now, can we?” He muttered against my breasts, knowing full well we’d get in big trouble as clients weren’t supposed to be touchy let alone all over each other. He was far from being a client, but I would definitely get kicked out immediately for this behaviour. I groaned out of annoyance, frustrated with pleasure. He began to bite them ever so gently, putting my hand over my mouth to shuffle my moans. Colby had made him way down to my panties, asking for approval, granting him access. He swiftly took them off with ease, “Fuck you’re so perfect.”

“Are you ready baby?” He huskily marvelled, admiring the mess he had made me into, touching himself. His hair stuck to his forehead a little, his muscles glistening all over, his tattoos made his aura dark and mysterious but he seemed like a complete utter dream. In response, all I could manage was a swift nod, with impatient, hungry eyes.

He lined his huge member up with my already wet folds, awaiting the small pain that came with it. He came down closer to me, kissing me roughly and pushing himself into me at the same time, causing me to melt into his mouth, both moaning loudly. My hands traveled up to his hair, getting tangled in his locks. His motions were euphoric and heavenly, making my back arch with every move. Colby moaned roughly into my neck, kissing it and nipping at the skin with his teeth, leaving slight bruises as he trailed.

“Fuck, you feel so good Y/N.” My nails scraped along down his back, marking him as equally as he did me. He couldn’t keep back his moans as they sounded through my body. Unwinding. As is pace quickened, my orgasm started to grow nearer. I couldn’t hold it any longer, he was making me feel pleasure like I’ve never felt it before, “Colby, I’m so close!”

“Fuck baby, don’t come until I tell you too. I know you’re a good girl. My good, good girl.” He quickened his pace and became a little rougher with his thrusts, making me into a moaning mess. He couldn’t bring himself to tell me to be quiet anymore, he loved the way he was making me feel. He moved so he could put my legs over his shoulders, making my climax come quicker, “Colby, please!”

“Oh baby, I’m gonna come too.” He muffled tensely, his thrusts getting sloppier, I looked at him with pleading eyes, muttering and begging, Colby looked at me with pleading eyes, “Come for me beautiful.”

With that, I had unleashed my orgasm, coming undone at his command, moaning his name as I rode out my high. I started toying with my breasts to get him closer to his climax, wanting nothing more but the warm fill, “Colby, please come. Please!”

Not even a moment later he came undone too, filling me up with his come. We were both messes, moaning into each other as he collapsed on top of me, pecking my neck as he collected himself. He rolled over to the next of me, putting his arm underneath his head and one out for me to lay on. We were both panting like sick dogs. I propped myself up on my elbow, my head resting against my palm.

“You know, I’ve never seen you in here before.” I muttered, playing with a strand of my hair. I pondered it, because he was a beautiful man, a young man. A man that didn’t suit these kind of places.

“I thought you’d ask, it’s a good friend of mines birthday and we all thought it would be a good surprise to bring him here.” Colby chuckled, looking into my eyes. He reached out for my hand and placed it on his chest, his heart still erratic. “You are beautiful though, Y/N. I meant what I said.”

“Thank you. You’re not too bad yourself.” I giggled, him faking a hurt expression, giving me a pearly white smile, something that made me melt on the spot. His crinkles next to his eyes matching perfectly with his happy looks.

“A pretty girl like you, how’d you end up here?” He looked at me sincerely, wanting to know me a little better. I didn’t think he’d ask, making me feel slightly embarrassed that I have money issues.

“Oh it’s nothing, just- university won’t pay itself, you see.” I said with honesty. glancing down at my hands down, playing with them.

“University? That’s incredible, I can’t imagine how expensive that must be, I guess I can understand.” I looked up at him, he seemed genuine and I melted into his gaze, I gave him a small smile. Appreciating his kind words. Mouthing a ‘thank you’.

“You know,” propping himself up to really look at me this time, grabbing the two glasses of champagne on the table. Handing one to me, “I would really like to take you out, get you away from here eventually.”

“I would really love that.” I blushed, him smirking in return.

“It wouldn’t be classed as inappropriate to maybe cheers to this? A new beginning, potentially?” Him raising a glass.

I giggled, feeling a sense of happiness and fulfilment. Cuddled up with a man you feel like you’ve known forever, chatting, getting to know each other and just sealed a date with, raising a toast to a new beginning. “Cheers.”

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a/n- omg I had no plan for this just a thought, one thing led to another and BOOM. hope you enjoyed lol I never know how to wrap up endings

stay sweet x

[hyper-fixated-delusions]

It’s like you’re my mirror.

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader.

A/N: I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! Also comments, reblogs, shares and likes are super appreciated, thank you! :)

Translation: “Mi amor.” My love.

“Mami.” Mommy.

Word count: 1,002.

Masterlist.

Wanda had just gotten home from grocery shopping when she noticed her house was quiet. A little too quiet, considering Billy and Tommy were out from kindergarten early today.

But as she began to move about the kitchen putting away the groceries she thought nothing of it, thinking that maybe her wife and sons were upstairs in their room, watching a movie like they did every Tuesday on their early dismissal day.

As Wanda finished putting the last of groceries away and still not a peep was heard throughout the house she began heading upstairs to search the rooms.

Her first stop was Billy and Tommy’s room, thinking maybe the twins got bored of watching the film mid way like they always did and decided to come play with their toys instead, but as she checked the room it was completely spotless and empty. Letting her know they were probably still with you, so she made her way to your shared bedroom.

Wanda knocks softly on the door, pushing it open slowly and peeking her head in as to not disturb you and the boys from whatever she expected to see you watching, but the sight that greets her instead has her completely enamored.

There in front of her very own eyes were a sleeping Y/N, Billy and Tommy. Feeling her heart swell with happiness at the way her sons and wife were sleeping.

The three of them were laying on their left side, lips pouty, faces serene; not an ounce of worry on their features. Each hugging a pillow in the same way, as the trio also had a leg slightly bent.

Wanda quickly makes her way downstairs to retrieve her phone so she can snap a quick few photos to show you once you wake up to help diminish the fears that have been pestering you these past few weeks.

Fears over the possibility that your sons may never display some of your traits. Fears that your boys will never fully accept you because you are not their biological mother.

Smiling as she looks at the pictures, Wanda feels her heart swell at the prospect of easing your worries and decides to let you and the boys continue on napping while she gets started on a late lunch.

Humming to herself as she moves around the kitchen making a quick light meal, she squeals in surprise when she feels arms suddenly wrap around her waist from behind.

"Y/N!" Wanda exclaims, heart beating wildly in her chest, "you scared the hell out of me," she laughs, turning in your arms, taking in the sight of your disheveled hair and slightly sleepy eyes.

"I'm sorry mi amor, I tried calling you, but you were in your own world," you smile tenderly, your eyes closing as Wanda runs a hand through your hair to tame it.

"Did you nap okay?" The redhead asks softly.

"Mm-hmm," you hum contentedly, Wanda's ministrations causing you comfort, "but I missed you," you pout slightly, "sleeping without you is never fun, but I had great company so I can’t complain,” you wink. “The boys had an exciting day today. According to them, their school put on a little decathlon of sorts all the physical activity must have tired them out," you laugh softly, "both fell asleep during the first 5 minutes of the movie and seeing them sleep made me sleepy so I decided to nap as well, sorry I wasn't awake to help you put the groceries away," you apologize and Wanda shakes her head pressing light kisses to your lips.

"No need to worry my love, I know how stressful these past few weeks have been, I'm just glad you got some rest," your wife says, hands caressing your face softly and smile widening as she remembers the pictures she took while you were asleep, "also I want to show you something exciting that happened while you were sleeping," Wanda says, eyes shining bright with happiness.

"Aww man, what'd I miss?" You say with a small frown at the prospect of missing out on something cool.

Wanda laughs at your expression, "you're going to love this, trust me," she says as she begins to pull the pictures up, handing you her phone so you can see what she is so excited about, "here," the redhead says, biting her lip in anticipation.

As you hold the cellular device in your hand and inspect the image of you and the twins mirroring each other while asleep, you can't help but let out a watery laugh, "oh my god babe," you whisper softly, "my boys, Max, they're really my boys," you chuckle, as you look at Wanda, tears pouring out of your eyes in happiness.

The redhead approaches you, hands cradling your face tenderly, "they are baby, they are your boys, and they love you so so much, it's clear to see. I mean they mirror you for crying out loud," Wanda laughs tearily, feeling her own emotions well up at the fact that you are so happy at this realization. "I have never doubted that they were yours my love, you may not have had them and biology be damned, but they are your sons, what more proof do we need baby?" Your wife says and you smile happily.

"I love you so much, Max. Thank you, thank you so much for giving me this beautiful gift. Mi amor, words will never be able to explain what this means to me," you smile tearfully, kissing Wanda softly.

As both you and your wife get lost in each other for a moment, a pair of voices interrupt your loving make out session, “mami!” Both you and Wanda hear exclaimed, making you pull apart with a small laugh.

“Your boys beckon you, my love,” your wife says with a beaming smile.

“My boys,” you say happily, placing a quick kiss to Wanda’s lips before you make your way to the stairs with a huge grin on your face.

[elileram]

Pirate!Schlatt x Siren!Reader, Part.2

Pirate!Schlatt x Siren!Reader Part.1 Hey hey hey! ^^ I am back at it again, I had sm fun writing the first, and sm love on it, that I have decided to make a pt.2! ^^

✰*☾ It was noon, the boat shifting through the waves fiercely, leaving larges white trails of water behind them. The Captain, Schlatt, commanding the rest of the crew to hurry up, sweep the decks, open the sails, chase away the seagulls, and such like that.

Once he could, Schlatt slipped away back into his office area on the boat, that was made specifically for him, due to him being the Captain of this boat after all.

All sorts of novelties and decorations sat in the room, a few boats in bottles, that he happened to make himself, and not only that being very detailed, all down to the rot in the wood of the boats.

up on his desk, was the angels wing shell, the large, beachy white shell rested on his desk, he looked at it for a moment, before he sighed, "So I wasn't dreaming" He spoke to himself, him finally being convinced that the Siren he saw, was truly real, if she wasn't then how would've he had gotten that Shell?

He didn't have any sort of sea sickness, he was perfectly healthy, his worry began to fade, before it could even start. He opened up a drawer on his desk, and put the Shell in it, being the only thing in that drawer, besides from old papers, that were a rustic yellow.

He sighed heavily, as he closed the drawer, he sat in his leather chair, that sat heavily on the floor. He looked around for a moment, before swiping his hair back, he got up, and went back outside to the front deck of the ship. As Hours past, the boat sailed closer, and closer towards the lands, that rested near them, they were still a long hours away, but they were getting closer.

A thick fog traveled in, making it impossible to see where they were going, Schlatt growled, annoyed, "Drop the anchors!" He yelled frustrated that they couldn't keep moving due to the fog, it was still day and they had to stay still, due to not being able to see if there were sharp jagged rocks, or small islands in-front of them or not.

As the Sun began to set to its lowest peaks, and the Moon began to shine its white aura in the sky, Schlatt sighed, walking around the Ship, making sure the decks were swept good, and clean.

"Hey!" A female voice screeched, catching Schlatt off guard, he quickly turned around, to see no one there. "hm.." He began to investigate where the voice came from, he heard it again "Down here!" the voice screeched again.

He noticed that voice.. it sounded like Y/N? He quickly ran to look around the edges of the boat, soon enough he saw the Siren, her head barely peaking out of the Crystal waters.

"Hello" She peeped out of her mouth, looking up at him with her large (E/c) eyes, they looked like two gems in her eyes. He looked at her still mesmerized in awe. "Are all Sirens as beautiful as you?" He mumbled softly, as he looked down at her.

She stayed silent, before reaching out for them, her webbed hands reaching up, as she climbed up, she hanged onto the edge of the boat, where Schlatt stood, "Wow- your pretty strong" He spoke amazed, at her upper arm strength.

"Thank you" She spoke softly, her voice was soft, and calming to listen too. Schlatt smiled softly, he grabbed her arms, and helped her up, having it to where instead of her hanging onto the edge, she had sat on the edge.

"There.." He said softly, she reached her head forward, before planting a soft feathery kiss, on Schlatt's lips.

Schlatt stood frozen, to what just happened, his face flushed, as he looked at Y/n, before sitting in-front of the Siren, and giving her a long, passionate kiss.

As he pulled away, the Sirens face was flustered, she smile giggling, as she then jumped overboard, making a loud splash in the water, she then swam to a near jagged rock, resting on it, before she began to sing a beautiful tune, letting out a sweetened symphony.

Schlatt rested his arms on the nearest ledge, as he listened to her sweet, soft voice, sang a beautiful song. Though he could only listen in awe and amazement, it was obvious he loved her singing. It lifting his mood.

As the moon began to set, the fog began to disappear, she quickly looked around before, she finished her song. Before Schlatt could speak a single word, she quickly jump back into the waters, swimming away, before the moon began to set fully, Schlatt smiled, knowing that he would see her once again.

He slowly made his way to his bed, that was on the ship, laying there a tad bit restless, unable to sleep for a hour or two, only thinking about Y/n.. "Y/n... what a amazing woman.." He spoke to himself, before blowing out the candle that played lit next to his bed, and then sleep slowly crept into his body, as his body played there, letting out soft snores.

A/N : Hello guys! here is part 2 :3 Maybe if I end up making a Part 3 it might be in Y/N's prospective who knows ^^ until next time cya! ^^

[onthewaytosomewhere]

WIP Wednesday

I love me a Wednesday - because it doesn't require me to count and then fail at that because it's just not a good place to stop lol

Thank you so much @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for the early tag so I didn't hafta start this off at 2am ❤️❤️

So I am now apparently doing 2 Hey Sweetheart fics so I guess we'll have a bit from the second one today ❤️

Henry’s smile broadens as he responds, “You are so good with her; sometimes I forget that we haven’t been parents that long when I see you doing this as if it was second nature. It makes me forget what it was like before we had her here with us; it feels like she was just always meant to be here.” “That’s because she was, and you, me, and that adorable little angel who leaves her way-too-many toys everywhere were always meant to be how this all ended up, sweetheart.” Alex leans over and places another kiss on Henry’s cheek, that spot on the corner of his mouth that he wrote about so many years ago, that place doesn’t go pinched and worried nearly as often these days, and he is so damn grateful for that. Henry’s eyes shine with love that even now, all these years later, Alex is blown away seeing directed his way, “So, is it time I give up the sweetheart, and it gets passed on to Iz? We both seem to use it for her after all?” “That means I need to workshop something new, maybe - honey? Sugar? – No, that one reminds me too much of my mother – not happening. Cuddle bear? Lover?” Alex raises his eyebrows in an exaggerated wiggle, laughing at the look Henry sends him. “Lover? I am vetoing that one and cuddle bear – also make sure we’re keeping these G-rated as our daughter is on her way back in here.” Henry leans over to kiss Alex quickly as Isabelle returns to the kitchen. “Ew! No kisses in the kitchen! That’s what tia June says!” Isabelle says through giggles as she dances around the table to avoid her still kissing fathers.

alright and now the other fun part (besides rambling about what i'm writing tagging more peeps

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[myimaginaryanthology]

this is another rather old poem!

Sugar Only Leaves Rotten Teeth

“Oh, how kind! Oh, how sweet!” Those words keep me safe, they keep my peace. Yet in their light praise her envy reeks So, softly hushed, I tread her line, Can't be too sweet, must let her shine, Try to quell her burning anger, in hopes she'll spare me her precious time.  Do what she says, do all she asks, Do every single tiny task. In hope she’ll gift me her smile at last.  A tumble, a thud, my frantic gasp, Should never have ever done that stupid task. She sure has left me rather fast.  Have to win their praise, but still avoid her ire, Their love is all I truly desire.  Would never guess that I would tire. I've gone to far, I've been to sweet,  Should've known their blessing spelled my defeat. But I know I've only sowed what I have reaped. I've quelled the storm, they're glad at last Though she still burns, her fury vast I'll mend it soon, her wrath won't last. Such sentiments were quite rash.

Later, of course, Theyre made aware,  I stupidly revealed the whole affair, Now I'm not the one to secure their glare She's been offended, I've done her wrong,  I been a treacherous, unfaithful pawn, Now how will I ever belong? To appease her temper,  I sought to become her defender! But they seem to think I'm a pretender They say I'm too kind, that I'm too sweet, For putting up with my sister's conciente, How they don't notice I don't know, but her icy stare is hardly discreet. At first i wonder, Why do they think I've lied? But as I watch her face I realize, I should've never even tried, I know what's next and I'm terrified. Once they're gone, her eyes, they gleam, She begins to hit and kick and scream, I can feel my tears begin to stream. Can't make a peep, no, not a sound,  In case they're still somewhere around,  Too late, it seems, that we've been found. A shout, a smack, her soft whimper, Her poisoned words now said through a filter,  Gone once they think all is said and done, tonight will surely be no fun. From my bed I hear her speak, “You've got it good, you've got it sweet” I could see her trembling through her sheets “You'd never be able to understand”  “I bet you'd never be able to withstand” “You see, none of them love me, my blood be damned” So that's how she sees it, thats what she thinks. All I can really do is blink. It was like blood splattered on a marbled sink. How dare she say that, she has no right, But she couldn't have known her words were a slight, And I knew better than to start a fight. I should have told her then.  Should have never resigned.  Nowdays I doubt she'll ever know of these thoughts of mine. 

[konoha-silverforest]

Disclaimers

...for the whole series "Konoha's Silver Forest".

Here is the link for the first part. <3

Hey there! Just a few quick disclaimers before you dive into the story:

About the narrator: It’s omniscient! I mean, kinda knows everything happening and what everyone’s thinking, but each chapter focuses on a main POV. Whenever you see bold text, that’s actual thoughts from the character we’re focusing on in that chapter!

It’s mostly Kakashi and Moriki-centric. Other characters and pairs are going to get their time too though! 🤗 I’ll keep you updated as we go.

Power levels in Naruto? Yeah, they drive me crazy too. I mean, come on, Kakashi’s a genius! A genin at six years old! But somehow, he’s not allowed to shine as much? Not on my watch! I know he’s not the main character, but come on.

Sticking (mostly) to canon! The plan is to stay close to the original Naruto timeline and events, but with some tweaks.

Kakashi’s protective streak—we all know it’s there. So yeah, I think that would totally translate to him looking out for Team 7 more. Expect some more wholesome Kakashi moments with his squad!

Sakura hate? Not here! Yes, she got on my nerves in the genin days (like, come on, before the Chunin exams...), but let’s give her some credit. She’s a civilian-born ninja, 12 years old, and by the Blank Period, she outpaced even Naruto in growth. No fancy reincarnations, tailed beasts, or crazy eye powers—just hard work! And she’s part of the new Sannin!

Genin Sasuke and Naruto? Sigh. They definitely made some facepalm-worthy decisions. “I’m an avenger, muahaha,” and Naruto’s “Let’s charge into battle headfirst!”... But hey, they were kids!

The age thing in Naruto bothers me too. Child soldiers? Yikes. It’s a bit much, but it’s the Naruto world, so I’ll follow the rules, even if I don’t agree with them. Just know it doesn’t reflect my values or anything like that. The mindless violence isn’t my vibe either, but this is how the story rolls.

And of course the official ones:

Naruto and its characters? Not mine. They belong to Masashi Kishimoto and all the official peeps. This is just me having fun in their world and putting my spin on things. No money involved, just fan-love!

Moriki and other original characters/ideas? Those are mine! So, please don’t take or repost without asking. Sharing is cool, stealing is not.

Heads up on themes! There will be some heavier emotional stuff, action, and possibly mature content. If that’s not your vibe, feel free to skip around or take breaks!

Enjoy the ride, and thanks for reading! 💖

[aajjks]

Y/N: https://pin.it/4Ez9P6t

POST A PIC FOR OUR BOY JK 😝

TPOL!JK

while you’re strapping your heels, jaemin is beside you on the bed squealing away. “what you talkin’ bout, bub?” you coo once you finish fixing your heels and pick jaemin up to give him a kiss on his cheeks. “wat yew talkin’ bout, huh? huuuh??” you coo in your baby voice and jaemin is just smiling and laughing at you, even lifting his hands to grab at your nose.

you kiss his cheek, lift him up, and kiss his other cheek and the fun doesn’t stop until he throws up on his bib which startles you because it was so close to ruining your royal blue dress. “ewww, jaemin~” you say but he just keeps on smiling as you’re wiping his mouth with his bib.

“Princess!!! I’m home!” you hear jungkook yell from downstairs. just then ji-ae knocks on your door and peeps in to take a look at you and when she does, her jaw almost falls to the floor. “i knew that dress would look good on you!” she says as you do a little twirl for her with jaemin your arms and right on cue, jungkook walks in through the door.

“i’ll take him” smirks ji-ae who takes jaemin from your arms and shuts the door behind her to give you and jungkook some privacy. “soo..what do you think?” you say shyly as jungkook slowly takes steps towards you. “your mom picked this dress out. if you think it’s too revealing i can go change”

Oh wow oh wow.

There are no words for him to describe just how beautiful you look right now, he was about to say something, but then, as soon as his eyes settle on your figure, he’s forgotten everything.

The royal blue dress is hugging your figure so perfectly, especially your chest… no, he’s not ashamed to admit that, even though he made someone like a pervert, but who cares?

someone give him water because he feels so thirsty all of a sudden, his mouth is wide open as he finally wraps his arms around your waist, pulls you so close to his chest. The dress is making everything about your body stand out and he loves it.

He has forgotten everything that’s happened today at work, all he can focus right now is on you and how beautiful and sexy you look. So before he says anything, he kisses you hard on your lips, taking you by surprise, but soon you find his rhythm, after a good five minute make out session he finally says something.

Even though he is pretty sure his kiss has told you everything you ought to know

“W-Wow yn I cannot believe that you’re mine.. and we’re about to get married in a few days… I have no words you look beyond gorgeous. And no, you don’t have to change it. You look absolutely perfect. It is our day.” He reassure you, and even though he feels a little possessive of you, he thinks that you deserve to have your shine. He pecks your lips once again. And then he pouts when you tell him to go and get ready ASAP.

So after a good few minutes, he’s whining and you almost push him into the bathroom so he can take a shower and get ready, he already picked out his suit. Of course it’s black because that’s all he wears.

And you get busy into touching up your make up, While he is in the shower and his mind is stuck on your beauty, and some people even dare to ask him. What is it about you that’s got him so obsessed?! Only if they would look at you with his eyes.

Jungkook is done, and he finally comes out and you pass him his clothes, Which he’s a little disappointed about because he thought that he might get a little treat from you… but… whatever, he will make sure he gets it later tonight.

He’s putting on the clothes while he asks you about your day, and how was the wedding dress shopping? You answer him and he then proceeds to talk about jaemin… and then it hits him. Maybe he should tell you about what chaeyoung wants? Maybe your advice would be helpful?

But right now, he doesn’t really want to ruin your mood, then all he has to do is put on his coat and brush his hair, and put on a little perfume.

“Yn!!!!” He calls out, because you are busy picking up Jaemins toys. he also has put on a little effort into himself because you look absolutely gorgeous. “Baby look at me.”

“how do I look?”

[artaxlivs]

Help-Liv-finish-her-Big-Bang WIP game! 💫

Hey peeps! Lex @thefreakandthehair made their own version of the WIP game specifically for their Big Bang fic and it looks fun and challenging. I totally voted, will be back to vote each week. Unfortunately, that, like the regular WIP games, doesn't work for me. We're all different types of writers and that's okay. I'm catering this one to me. You should feel free to the do the same!

My goal is to have the full 100% draft of my Dirty Dancing AU completed by August 31st and I need deadlines to make that happen (that inattentive ADHD yo). So, rather than asking people to pick a new WIP for me to work on or vote words into scenes (I can't write that shit out of order). I'm gonna do this:

Each Monday from now until then, I'm gonna post a motivation poll. For every vote encouraging me to get my goddamn shit together, I will write 100 words before the next Monday's poll.

With each new poll, I'll post a good size snippet that your votes helped motivate me to write during the previous week. Today I'm posting one (below the cut) that I wrote this weekend.

Snippet below the cut:

It’s just a few cabins down from Eddie’s which is how Steve had known where to go last night, they’d walked past it before seeing the commotion at Chrissy’s. They knock but Eddie uses a key to open it just a bit and ask if they can come in.

She looks tired. Wrung out but in the way that shows she’s just been through something not in the way that she’s still going through it. Her normally shiny eyes are dulled but her smile spreads when she sees Steve behind Eddie. Putting her hands out, she says softly, “Steve, come.” She beckons him closer before opening her arms so Steve can lean in for a hug. “Thank you, thank you so much Steve.”

He’s uncomfortable. Not with the hug, he likes Chrissy. She’s sweet and strong and so brave. Her arms are small but her hug is tight. No, it’s not her. It’s the praise for something he didn’t do. “I didn’t do anything but get someone who could actually help you.” He says softly when he pulls away to sit in the chair that he’s pretty sure Robin slept in.

Eddie swoops in for a hug, “Tell him Chris, he won’t hear it from me.” He kisses her forehead as he pulls away and then leans in to kiss Steve on the mouth, squeezing his thigh as he pulls away. It’s unexpected but not unwanted. Steve feels his cheeks go pink and Eddie grins, biting his lip before flouncing out with wild energy. “See you tonight, Stevie!”

Steve’s eyes follow him out and when he turns back to Chrissy, her eyes are twinkling and she’s got a full bright smile shining towards him. “Finally! Tell me everything!” Her nose wrinkles then and she amends, “well, not everything just like the non sexy parts.”

“It’s Eddie, Chrissy,” Steve looks at her seriously, “it’s all sexy parts.”

[lonespektr]

OCTOBER 7TH HORROR WATCH

The Lure (2015)

I missed this one at a film festival when it first came out and that was apparently quite a while ago

And were in. Siren song.

Help us on shore, we won't eat you. Totes swear

Does not work on women.

Another song, synth pop is this euro synth pop?

Is this European healthcare???

Your boss says to your face go home if you have a cold, don't spread it around???

Is this how normal people live???

Grappa?

Send the minors home?

Strip the minors

They are Barbie doll smooth with no booty cracks

Hypersexualizing the juveniles without sex organs

Oh no wait they have found them and are molesting them great👍

The boys on the beach are band members for this strip??? Bar?? It's like drag club

Okay

Now the girls are suffocating on the floor after being molested

Tossed into the pool, which I'm guessing is not salt water

Golden & silver

But the pool helped

The casual misogyny is....high

SA'd tossed like a rag doll

Ok full dance number in the mall with their advance

Shopping

And the song is like a sitcom , narrating the story

Close up cuts remain on their very black

Pupil-less very predatory eyes throughout

There are telepathically communicating and it sounds like dolphins and whales which is a nice touch

They are using sex (obvs they are sirens) to sell themselves but they i believe have already told people they are siblings so there's incesty vibes they are throwing out

One of the girls has already taken a shine to a boy fingers crossed he dies a grisly death

Ritual hump, kneeing in the buttocks for luck???

Equally opportunity dry humping of all employees

Don't touch me 🤣 the older sister

They are singing obviously in the night club???

Seriously it's a bar, there's a full restaurant, it's a strip club, it's got a house band, it looks like a drag joint

What would these be called in Poland?

Okay the girls jumped in the giant fish bowl for the grand finale

Not only is kissing a band member on stage bad for business

Aren't you going to eat him later??

I think silver is the young red and gold is the older brunette

The young women course are slender in the model drug addict prepubescent aesthetic

Um is this a forth wall explanation song or do they literally have hypnosis powers

Finally some teeth

She's lementing her desires presumably to eat humans

This can be read as victim blamey young girls know what they are doing thing tbd on that once we finish the film

Gold did straight up hypnotise some guy

Missed w what silver saw through the peep hole

Somebody giving silver a cigarette and offering a vagina???

Obviously fish aren't smokers nor are singers

Direct reference to the little mermaid???

Who's this guy they keep flashing to?

Removed the belly button too but kept the boobs? I mean male gaze but the mammalian parts?? Like boobs are

Um do mermaid scales grant wishes in polish lore??

Good guy won't fuck but will accept head??

The duo name is officially the lure

Peak stardom

They are making out for the crowd i will take this time to remind you they are sisters

Crowds officially enthralled

Another eye shot but ... They didn't look inhuman?

Head of talent is equal opportunity kissing the band

Finally the guy in person

Two hooks to the head

Look now the fishman is also being creepy

Was that lost in translation? Why would he marry someone tonight?

This underwater patriarchy thing is ridiculous mermaids are matriarchal

The poleesuh

Are onto her

And hopscotch dance number cops and robbers

Charlies angels

I will restate for the record i do not understand camp...like AT ALL

Now she's sleeping with the cop

Very camp lesbian mermaid scene

Former top singer is fantasizing about mermaid girls who already slept with the guy she is sleeping with and also the band kid???

In case it was unclear this is a full musical there are more songs than dialogue and several dance numbers

The "sexualization" of them men suck as it is is done in a comedic manner

Silver is asking about being a real girl, doing fun human stuff and the older band/club people said no you should continue to do slave labor we will take your money and no roller skating for you

Mermaid fight, turned into collaboration dance song?

Two punches

Casual violence against women but also that a human could ko a mermaid is nuts

Rolled up into carpets

Tossed back into the ocean

Law and order SVU

And not the young one fights the old one because his lil fish not really girlfriend is in the sea

The older woman breaks it up and is ALSO punched in the face and also ko'd

Very casual violence against women yet none of them can fight

Even if the mermaids eat every single man in the tri-city area it won't compensate for all the casual/ norminilization of misogyny & violence against women

They ate somebody

She's IVing the young man, he got beat that bad?

And the old guy has diabetes

So they are all modern dancing? Their pains??

But fine for the next show

She came back and bit off the finger of the guy who punched them

He hit them square in the face without emotion as a tactical decision and they were out then in rugs we didn't get any emotional response

The main whines and golden looks on with an evil grin

Mens violence against women is casual regular and normal , unemotional logical

Women's violence against men is unexpected unnecessarily cruel and vindictive

Then to drive that home thru go join the rival mermaid band???

It's especially evil because now they are in a playboy bunny photoshoot??

Triton is the bad merman name

Silver is going to cut her tail off to get a pussy 😮‍💨

She will of course lose her voice

Pussy transplant

Who's that's dismembered girl next to her??

Who cares??

Also shes doing it without anesthesia

Oh this human girl is alive and getting a mermaid tale?

Is it a girl power trade 🥺🥺 these women being dismembered by men without anesthesia?

Didn't even really see if the girl got her tail she was also naked too no surgical gown

Wheel chair

Boy is very excited about her new vagina

Didn't like the fishy one

Oh she looks like shes having fun with the zero foreplay and the pained expression

A whole entire slasher level of blood because

What am i to make of this ? Band boy has inhuman sized cock?

Vagina donor has never had sex and vagina will spurt blood during what eas otherwise seen as tame pg13 level thrusts?

Sex is inherently violent to women as shes bad for wanting to get laid and nows shes bleeding and if you want sex you will die of blood loss

Literally what's the takeaway here for this scene???

She has lost her voice

Gold is standing by her sister

Band boy has already moved on after what would be a gratuitous amount of blood for a brutal r@pe scene let alone a virginity loss

He immediately tossed her scale away

At least he's not a cheater?

Yea they're marrying

White suit and white dress

After a make out session

Hours after that bloody show and less than 24hrs out from her leg/pussy surgery

She's not seafoam

Okay she has to eat him before sunrise

I've neglected to mention everyone is drunk or high this entire film

Inviting her to the wedding is wild, i think this is literally the same day

Now they are dancing

Peak male ego

Dance with the girl you just forced to have surgery with violated and dumped

Ah men

And shes going to turn into seafoam for him

Because women love abuse

Embracing the abuse

Sis sees the whole thing and is of course overly emotional and murders him

Because women who accept/ embrace abuse are sweet and content to die at the hands of men and women who are not are shrieking violent hags with no emotional regulatory skills

She jumps in the water

Fin

Well I definitely should have watched this earlier now I need a pallet cleanser for this buffet of misogyny

[klcthebookworm]

WIP Wednesday

Brief recap: Vash and the former insurance girls have been captured by most of the Gung-Ho Guns that are left.

The one who had captured them stood up and walked toward them. Chapel, Wolfwood had named him Chapel when Chuck had described him. He hadn’t made any comments about making Meryl and her puppets, so what did he want now? His expression didn’t change but he reached into a seat space on the other side of the bug and pulled out Wolfwood’s cloth-covered cross. Oh, someone had packed all their luggage to this bus. Well, that was a slight comfort. Rapists never really worried about a change of clothes for their victims.

He set the cross on the floor and leaned it toward Wolfwood. “You should have taken it back before now.” His tone reminded Milly of her father’s, a gently chiding reminder.

“I knew where it was.” Wolfwood reached out and pulled it into his grip.

“Nicholas, you aren’t getting attached, are you?”

Wolfwood’s eyes narrowed as they stared at Chapel behind his sunglasses.

“I taught you better than that.” Chapel returned to his seat after that chide. Wolfwood didn’t respond or move other than a muscle ticking over his jawbone. So it was that kind of apprenticeship.

The bus approached a crater wall and continued through a tunnel at its base. Most towns had flattened crater walls for a road, so this one was odd. A structure she couldn’t make out through her views out the windows nestled inside the crater and loomed over the bus as it blocked the moons light from shining in the windows. They drove onto something much smoother than the ground and then through a gate in the structure and parked inside the largest metal room Milly had ever seen, lit up like it was noon.

“He’s invited us in. Maybe the only way he can sit on this lot,” Wolfwood muttered under his breath. His voice went louder as he stood up. “Come on.”

Milly glanced at Meryl. Her gray eyes were so bleak, but she gave a determined nod to obey. Wolfwood pulled Milly up from the bench and into the aisle but it was gentle and he helped Meryl out next. It would be easier if their arms were untied.

The vehicle had parked inside a metal room filled with other various vehicles. Milly spotted the flying platform that Bluesummers had taken Vash away in or at least one just like it. Were they in a ship? She had never been inside a ship before. She squinted her eyes a she looked up to see the lights. Her gaze came down and she saw Bluesummers next to a regular door. So they were that much closer to Vash!

Meryl had noticed Bluesummers too, and her gaze darted around. Milly didn’t see any sign of Vash, not even a scrap of his red coat. Hopefully that meant he was in the medical rooms?

The door next to Legato slid open. The Gung-Ho Guns all went absolutely silent as the man walked in. As tall as Vash and Mr. Priest, he looked skinner with the form-fitting white and red jumpsuit he wore. He was blond and blue-eyed but different shades from Vash’s and his hair was clipped short. His skin was paler too; less time out in the suns maybe?

Knives strode toward them with a calculating expression and stopped right in front of her and Meryl. “Which one, Legato?”

Bluesummers hadn’t moved from the door. “The short one with black hair, Master.”

Knives looked down his nose at Meryl. It was the same shape as Vash’s too. “Follow the numbers to your quarters.” Then he grabbed Meryl’s upper right arm and pulled her away. They were through the door before Meryl or Milly could utter a peep.

“How nice,” the older man with a hunched back under his brown coat said. “We get to stay.” He pushed up his thick glasses.

“Well, if Master Knives has no use for this one, can we have some fun?” A flat mask with multiple eye holes peeked out from the thing shaped like a child’s top. The rest of his body emerged and it was more insect-like than human with segmented body armor that curled around to the smaller portion of the spinning top. She didn’t see any legs but he had two long arms. The long-fingered, spindly left hand wrapped around Milly’s calf.

Before she screamed or jerked away, Wolfwood dropped the end of his cross toward the long arm. He let go and yanked it back to his body behind the top so it didn’t get hit. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you to keep your hands to yourself, Hoppered?” Wolfwood wrapped his hand around Milly’s upper arm and pushed her gently toward the door.

Hoppered laughed harshly. “But you can touch? Something else you’re a hypocrite about, church man?”

Wolfwood ignored him as he ushered Milly through the door. “Follow the five.” He kept his hand on her arm as they walked down a tall hallway, but the grip didn’t exist. A display screen was mounted on the wall had a list of numbers with arrows pointing in different directions to go at the first intersection. The arrow next to the five pointed down the left hall.

They took turns through two more intersections before the five was etched on a door. The door slid open to a bedroom with a bed wide enough for two on the back wall, a table with two chairs was set left of the door, and a single chair to the right of the door. At least she thought it was a chair; she had never seen half-an-egg shape on a leg used as a chair before.

The door slid shut behind them. Wolfwood heaved a sigh. “God Almighty, what a fucking clusterfuck!”

[shinnogi]

      Eyes that resembled a moonless night sky softened as she spoke his name. Her voice softening it to an almost endearing nickname, not fitting for the spare of the Uchiha clan, but he couldn't help but to love it. Izuna smiled as she continued to scold him, eyes still shining with mischief that was not usually seen on his delicate features.

      ❛  A criminal? You wound me, Haruno.  ❜ The young Uchiha responded, voice and posture soft and welcoming as she approached him. He hops into her bedroom, and follows after her with no question to her authority. ❛  Peeping?! If I had wanted to spy on you, I would not have let you perceive me.  ❜

      Not only that, but Izuna was not the type of man to do such a thing. He despised how so many men just simply did not see women as people, rather they talked about them as objects - somehow their possessions. It disgusted him. ❛  Besides, I'm not a pervert. I'd have thought you knew me better than that.  ❜ He huffed, pouting as he followed her, voice taking on a bratty tone. The spoiled little brother of Uchiha Madara showing his face right then.

      ❛  I've already eaten, but I'm not opposed to sitting with you as you eat.  ❜ Izuna responded sweetly, knowing that he would not be able to eat much more than he already had. He had never been a big eater, stomach quite sensitive and made much more so by the heat of the summer.

      ❛  What are your plans for the day? Anything fun happening within the Haruno clan?  ❜ He raised an eyebrow at her, eyes glimmering with excitement for the day ahead.

Ichika’s morning begins like any other. The light of a typical sunny summer day shining through the open window and onto her face, causing soft features to twist in discomfort at being disturbed awake. She throws the blanket away from her body, shivering despite the warm air, before shuffling towards the wardrobe. A simple dark red and white outfit is selected from the various shades, the fabric tossed on her pale skin haphazardly as she makes her way to a mirror.

Locks of mahogany hair cascade in waves down her shoulders while certain unruly strands point in opposite directions to  give the woman an otherworldly appearance. She struggles to capture all her hair with a tie, electing to leave some of it out of the ponytail she was aiming to style. The voice of her companion jolts her out of the focus she’d maintained since he arrived on her windowsill, having sensed his presence much earlier than she let on. Ichika’s hands fall to her side and slap her thighs in annoyance, turning to face Izuna.

A glare is sent as she approaches the window, shooing him away from the edge and into her bedroom. As much as she would never admit it, she doesn’t want to see him fall… no matter how much her intrusive thoughts call for her to shove him out the second story.

“Peeping into girl’s windows, Izu? Not a good look for a guy wanting to earn my hand in marriage.. I don’t think my parents would give their blessings to a criminal.”

His compliment and subsequent question throw her off guard; however, and she averts her green gaze to avoid his intense stare. Ichika barely offers Izuna an informative reply, instead walking to the open door and ushering him through it.

“I’m assuming you haven’t eaten yet… Want some rationed meat, or is it lunchtime already..? In that case, we still need to eat the meat.”

[netherfeildren]

Someone's Wife in the Boat of Someone's Husband .5

Series Masterlist : Moodboard

(Joel Miller x F!Reader)

Content Warnings: Possessive behavior; Jealousy; Size difference; Size kink; One sad horny old man; Angst!!!! that will continue just FYI no abusing poor little vic for enjoying the suffering of others :) it’s not my fault :)

Rating: Explicit 18+

A/N: peep the cameo!!!!!! :) 

Word Count: 6.1K

Read on AO3

.5

Vanish. Pass into nothingness: the Keats line that frightened her. Fade as the blue nights fade, go as the brightness goes. Go back into the blue. I myself placed her ashes in the wall. I myself saw the cathedral doors locked at six. I know what it is I am now experiencing. I know what the frailty is, I know what the fear is. The fear is not for what is lost. What is lost is already in the wall. What is lost is already behind the locked doors. The fear is for what is still to be lost. You may see nothing still to be lost. Yet there is no day in her life on which I do not see her.

Joan Didion, Blue Nights

Weeks pass after that night in his truck. He calls, many times, but you never answer. And it makes you feel like the worst sort of liar, but you can’t. You can’t hear the sound of his voice, it’ll ruin you, destroy your resolve, force you to your knees at his feet, which is, if you’re being honest, the only place you really want to be. It is, perhaps, the greatest struggle of your entire life, to hold on by the skin of your teeth to this idea you have of what it is he and his marriage should remain as, and what you and he should be and should not be. 

It’s Gerri’s birthday, and Tommy and her sister had decided to throw her a party at her house. Big surgeon money makes for a big fancy house, and Gerri was over the moon, filled with happiness and laughter and that wonderful brand of Gerri specific infectious glee that forces even your miserable, morose self to pull your butt out of bed and get ready to go celebrate her. She knows you’re sad, missing him, even if she doesn’t know it’s him specifically. Although, you suspect she might have an idea of it. 

She’d begged you to come during class at the start of the week, planting her stubborn butt on a stool to stare you down while the rest of your students finished up their work and then put away their materials. Please’s and threats of tears and bodily harm and promises of copious amounts of alcohol, and if you’re feeling up to it, I could even hook you up with someone – an accompanying waggle of her eyebrows. What about a surgeon? My sister knows the perfect, sexy doctor for you. You’d profusely, profusely refused that. You could not even consider another man right now, the idea was almost repulsive to you. As she begged and pleaded and whined, another one of your students had come up, eavesdropping on the pathetic display of supplication, “Come on, teach. Don’t be a sour puss, put her outta her misery, and go to the fucking party with her,” she’d laughed. One of your best students – she had the most gorgeous tattoo on the inside of her forearm of two overlapping ferns with an intricately detailed moth at the head. She’d told you once she’d sketched it herself. You’d rolled your eyes at them, sour puss, my ass. But you knew you had to get out of this hole you’d dug yourself into, and so, their teasing had gotten to you in the end – forced you to agree to the party out of sheer preservation for your reputation. Gerri’d taken to calling you the boring barnacle… yeah, and she’d never stop if you didn’t agree – would probably force all your other students into making fun of you for the rest of the semester, as well. Annoying little shit, it was very aggravating that you loved her so much. 

-

The house is stunning – big surgeon money indeed. All shining glass, sleek wood and modern edges. A huge infinity pool in the backyard, flanked by an impressively sized guest house that Gerri said she and Tommy stayed in sometimes when they got too drunk to drive home. 

There was, after all, a doctor from Andrea’s work waiting for you at their undesired and annoyingly meddlesome behest. He was nice, handsome, boring. Not tall enough, not broad enough, hair blonde and straight and kind of straw-like – no dark, silver streaked curls and deep, warm eyes. He kind of reminds you of a shiny scarecrow, if you’re being honest and not very kind. Not Joel enough. But he was nice, and seemingly interested and he’d gotten you a drink and stayed by your side all night, attentive and polite. 

You feel miserable and made out of plastic. Your smile, fake, forced, terrible. Something has to be done about this. Perhaps, electrotherapy, a lobotomy, an exorcism. Anything to get him out of your head. 

The shiny, blonde scarecrow – doctor – is telling you about his shiny, blonde family and their fancy skiing trips now, and oh, do you ski? No? I bet you’d love it – maybe I can take you one day? Never mind that you’d been born without a single athletic bone in your entire body, when, suddenly, you hear your name being barked, rough and angry, from behind you, and then a large, searing hot palm circling your bicep on one side while his other palm slides along the span of the small of your back to grip you at the bend of your waist. Fuck. 

“Joel–”

“Hi, sweetheart.” He does not look at you as he says it, but his grip on your waist tightens for one second. He’s staring down the shiny scarecrow, murder in his eyes. Oh, that look is very scary. 

“What are you doing here?” He turns the scary look on you at that, and nope, nope, it’s even scarier pointed in your direction.

“Tommy told me you were here.”

“Wh– what? Why would he tell you?” He gives you a pointed look, and you glance at the scarecrow, nervous. “You told Tommy?” you whisper back at Joel. 

Poor doctor man looks at a loss, gaze swinging back and forth between the two of you. “I’m so sorry, can you give us a minute?” you say, embarrassed. He takes one look at Joel’s terrifying face and scampers away.

-

Moron, he thinks, sour gaze following the fucker as he tucks tail and runs. He turns back to you, answering your question, “Didn’t have to, baby. He figured it out on his own. Don’t think we’ve been what one could call discreet if you’re really paying attention.”

You shut your eyes tight, bring up a shaky hand up to rub at the delicate wing of your brow. He desperately wants to smooth out the tiny frown marring the space between your eyes. 

“N– no– but,” you stutter. 

He takes the drink you’re holding out of your hand, takes a sip of it – something sweet and way too strong for your light-weight little butt. “Mm, he get that for you?”

You scrunch your nose up at him, and he knows he’s meant to take it as a sign of your annoyance, but all he can think is that you’re too adorable for your own good. “Wh– I– you overbearing, ridiculous – give that back!” you frown up at him as he holds it out of your reach. He sets the glass on a table behind you.

“Hmm–” His big hands span the width of your waist, can’t help himself, you’re so small compared to him. It makes his cock so hard. “Let me talk to you, please. Let’s go somewhere quiet.” He doesn’t care that he’s not supposed to be here, that he shouldn’t be bothering you, he’s reached the end of his rope. 

“No – go away. It’s– it’s Gerri’s birthday.” You try to wiggle out of his grasp, but he pulls you further into his chest. “I’m supposed to be having fun. She said she’d be mad if I didn’t have fun.” There are already overwhelmed tears in your eyes, and if he wasn’t so fucking desperate to see you, to talk to you after all these weeks of you ignoring him, he’d run away. Far, far away, where he can never make you cry again. 

“Just for a little bit, please,” he whispers into the shell of your ear, causing the little wisps of hair there to flutter. 

You shiver. “Where– where’s Sarah?” You bring your small hand up to clutch at his beard, cup his jaw, and scratch your nails gently down the side of his cheek, and fuck, he’s ready to burst, just with that, even as your other hand feebly tries to push at his chest. He slides a hand low on your back to press your pelvis into his. 

“Baby-sitter.” Hearing you ask after his daughter has that soft spot behind his ribs where you live now, burn and pinch painfully. 

“And–” 

He cuts you off, doesn’t want to hear you talking about her. “Gone for the weekend – work conference.” Not that he believed that.

You open your eyes again, the tears lining your lashes make them almost glow in your skull. He can’t help himself, he bends to press a soft kiss over your eye, feels the whispering, wet flutter of your long lashes against his mouth. You let out a broken mewl for him – full of all your matched wanting. “F– fine. We’ll– we’ll just talk.”

Just talk, just talk, just talk. 

He can feel the pulse of his blood beat through the line of his erection against his thigh. He wraps his hand around yours and starts leading you through the house, spots Tommy at the back of the kitchen, leaning against the counter talking to someone. His brother takes in the two of you together, gives him a subtle nod, inclines his head towards the backyard – the guest house where Joel was headed. Tommy had known, since that day so long ago when Joel had tried to discreetly tag along to the college – hoping to get a glimpse of you, he’d known there was something. Nothing discreet about your half assed excuses, reeked’a desperation, he’d said. His brother wanted him to be happy, to have a good, fulfilling relationship. He’d been telling Joel to get a lawyer for months, had been the first to tell him to not get married. He’d help him now, give the two of you time to sort this out. He knows just how insane Joel had been these past few weeks, like a caged animal, pacing and hissing at not being able to get at you. 

He steps out the back door and pulls you towards the guest house. He’d been here once, months ago, helping Gerri’s sister out with a repair she’d needed. The two of you would have privacy there to talk, for you to finally stop avoiding him. He needs to speak to you, touch you, smell you. He was going out of his goddamn mind thinking about you, dreaming about you. His cock, constantly at half mast and leaking, at all hours of the day, just at your memory. Desperate, that’s what he is, he’s desperate for you. 

“Who was that guy?”

“Who?” Your voice is anxious, breath hitching. He knows you’re twisting yourself up in knots, and he turns to pull you into his arms now, in the privacy of the dark room, lit only by the light of the moon spilling through the large bay windows. 

“The one you were talking to.” He draws his palm slowly up and down the line of your spine, feelings the little bumps and jitters of your trembling form. Skittish little rabbit. He rubs his mouth over the line of your hair, baby soft wisps tickling his nose and mouth. You smell so good, he wants to rub himself all over you like some sort of animal – mark his territory.

“Wh– I– You cannot be serious right now.” You push at him, turn to move away, but he catches you around the bend of your elbow, tugging you back forcefully into his chest. He presses his front along the line of your back, grips your hip to bring your ass into the hard line of his cock. 

“Does this feel serious to you?” He’s hard as stone, throbbing beneath his jeans. 

“Oh God, Joel–”

“Don’t want you talkin’ to other men, thinking about any other men. I know it sounds insane – can’t help it, I’m sorry.”

“I– I don’t think about anyone else but you,” you whimper. 

He wraps his arms around your waist, brings one large hand up to cradle the weight of your breast and squeeze. He can feel the stiff little furl of your nipple through your dress. He feels a little unhinged right now, overwhelmed by the feel and scent of you. “I miss you,” he whispers. “Have you missed me?” He presses a soft kiss to the shell of your ear that has a violent shiver jerking down your vertebrae, you grind your ass harder into him, give him the sweetest little moan. “All I do is think about you.”

“I did, I did– I miss you so much. I wanted to talk to you, I did,” you whimper, “But– but we shouldn’t, Joel,” you say at the same time as your hand comes up and around to twist into the curls at the back of his head. He turns your head with his hand wrapped around your jaw, his entire palm cups around your neck to your cheek, thumb pressing harshly into the corner of your mouth to angle you exactly how he wants you, and then he’s tasting behind your teeth, the wet lick of his tongue into yours sends a bolt of lust straight through him, almost bringing him to his knees. He moans, deep and rumbling into your panting mouth, and your answering keen has the dribble of his precum sliding down his thigh. He needs to be closer, he needs to be inside. Fuck, he’s in danger of coming just from this, just from the sweet taste of you, your little moans, all for him. 

“Did you like that boy? Think he was nice, hmm?”

“Wha– No– no, Joel. I don’t even know him.” Brow scrunching into the most adorable little frown he’s ever seen. You blink your lashes at him, eyes glassy and slightly dazed. 

He snakes his other hand down the front of your dress and under the lace of your panties, cupping the entirety of your mound in his palm. Fuck, you’re soaked and he’s touching you, finally, finally, he’s touching you here. 

“Is all this wet for him or for me?” he says softly, dipping a single finger into your seam, a ghost of a touch over the bud of your clit. Fuck, you’re soft. Soft and swollen and soaking wet. He never wants to see you near another man again, it’s unreasonable, insane, he knows this. But the dilemma of having seen you, tasted you, felt you, but only by half measures, not really having you, well… it sets the stage for insanity. This he cannot help. 

“For you, for you– please, Joel. Just–”

“She’s drooling for me, baby.”

“Don’t be mean,” you cry.

“Will you let me make you feel good, sweet girl? Please, I just want to make you feel good.” He presses wet kisses over your cheek, down your neck to lick into the hollow of your collarbone. Your hips hitch in little grinds trying to gain more purchase against his palm, and he circles your clit slowly. You’re fucking dripping, and he moves down to press over your entrance, gives you the slightest hint of everything else he’d like to give you. 

“Oh, please–” He slides two of his fingers into the last knuckle then, to the hilt. You’re so wet, there’s no resistance at all. Your cunt swallows his fingers whole, and the both of you let out ragged moans in tandem. You’re fucking tight, and he needs to feel you around his cock, he has to. He’ll die if he doesn’t. He’ll die.

“We– we were supposed t– to talk,” you stutter, little cunt grinding down as hard as you can on his thrusting fingers. The wet squelch is deafening and obscene in the quiet of the guest house, and he can almost feel the steam of your lust and embarrassment at the sound rolling off of your skin like heat waves. 

“Yeah, yeah, baby. We’ll talk in a second.” He licks a long wet swipe along the edge of your jaw, bites down harshly, and he can feel the tight clench of your cunt at the small hurt. He pulls his fingers from you, and you let out a protesting mewl, but then he’s spinning you in his arms and kissing you. Something savage and uncontrolled rising up inside of him. He half carries, half drags you down the hall to the bedroom he knows is at the back of the house, pulls the neckline of your dress down to get at your tits, sucking and nipping as much of the soft flesh he can get at. All the previous moments of restraint, of not touching, of just watching, have turned him into this uncontrolled beast. He can feel your little feel dangling off the ground, over his boots. He almost stumbles as you lose one of your sandals, stepping over your shoe, and gripping the back of your thigh to hoist you up higher, grinding you against his length. 

He sets you down on the bed, pushing you back to lay across it as he tugs the soft cups of your bra down to get at your bare tits, sucking one peaked nipple into his mouth and pulling hard on the tip. So fucking beautiful. He swirls his tongue around your softness, kisses the underside of it, nips at the full, round side, switches to give the other one the same attention. You’re whining and crying out for him, almost sobbing. So sensitive, so sensitive – little fingers twisted in his hair to pull him closer, but he’s moving down, pulling away from your searching mouth and lifting the hem of your dress. He bends to bury his face in the soft apex of your thighs and breathes deep – satisfaction, hunger, rumbling through his chest. You smell so fucking good. He sticks his tongue out to lick at your slit over the lace of your soft, pink panties, sweet, little bow adorning the front of them. 

“Hush, lemme kiss your pussy for a little bit,” he soothes, “Don’t cry,” and you’re spreading your legs immediately at that. Good girl. 

He hooks his fingers under the soaking wet center plaque of your panties to pull it aside and drags the flat of his tongue right through your seam. Fuck, fuck. He shuts your legs to rip the fabric down your legs and then rips them open again to get at your cunt. Your back arches, curved tight like a bow string, and you spread your legs wider for him, tug on his hair to urge him closer. He settles between the space you’ve made for him – thinks that he just might like to live here for the rest of his life. He sucks your clit into his mouth and starts to press a single finger inside, giving you something to bear down on.

“God, Joel–” your gasps are wet, on the verge of overwhelmed tears, or already there, perhaps, “Feels so– so good.”

“Taste so fucking good–” He starts to fuck you with his finger, adding another, giving you more to stretch around. You’re so wet, leaking down to pool in his palm, and he focuses on your sensitive little nub, licking and sucking and kissing it, all while he watches the heave and tremble of your breasts, back arched so that you can rock into his ministrations. 

“Oh, I’m– I’m gonna come.” Yes, already, “I’m gonna–” He can feel the ripple and throb of your inner muscles working around his thrusting fingers, he hooks them against the deep, spongy spot at the front of your walls and sucks on your clit. Everything goes tight and liquid inside of you. The rapid flutter of your muscles trying to suck his fingers deeper, as you gush into his mouth, has all the blood rushing from his head to his dick so quickly he feels slightly faint. He licks you through it, gentling the thrust of his fingers but not stopping. Your restless legs shift around him, too much, and then he’s shifting back up to you, a bite to your nipple, a kiss pressed to the underside of your jaw, and he’s pulling you down the bed so your ass is right at the edge and tugging at his zipper, pulling his boxers down to free his aching cock and heavy balls. Fist clenched tight around himself, he jacks it once, twice and then presses the angry, red head to your clit, slides the underside of it through your cleft to feel the heat and wetness. Shit, your skin is scorching hot, soaked, and he can see the slight clench of your hole, begging to be filled. 

“Joel, please I– I want–”

“Fuck – will you let me– will you let me put it in? Just a little bit?” He’s thrusting against the slick red of you, palm pressed against the shaft to create friction on either side. On every pull back his head catches the smallest bit at your entrance, and fuck, fuck, it would be so easy, so good, “Just– just for a second, baby, please? Just the tip?”

“I – I don’t– I–” The head catches more fully, the wide tip of it giving you just the first slight stretch of it. “Oh, please–” Please, please, please. 

He feeds you the first inch – eyes glued to the way your little hole stretches obscenely around his fat girth, “Shit,” he snarls. He fucks you just like that, with just the tip and you try and arch even more, impossible, you’re already pulled tight as an arc, trying to take him deeper, and then your knee is hitching against his hip and pressing him in closer. He slides all the way inside, to the very end of you, in one smooth, devastating go. He feels his tip bump against the mouth of your womb, and your shared moan is pained and ragged. Your fluttering lids springing all the way open, eyes wide, almost shocked. The look shared between the two of you – incredulous, as if neither of you knew – had ever occurred to you – that something in this world could ever feel this good. 

He buries his face in your neck, shuts his eyes tight. Fuck, he’s gonna come, he’s gonna come. Your gasping moans, the lush press of your breasts to his chest, the fluttering of your cunt around him – nothing in all his life has ever felt like this. There’s a pain, deep in his chest, in a place he didn’t even know existed. This is like nothing else that has ever existed in this world. He’ll never be able to let you go after this, never, never. 

He wraps his hand around your throat, tries to settle you. “Don’t– don’t move, don’t make a sound–”

“I can’t– I can’t– You’re so deep.” Your legs kick restlessly around him.

“Baby, shut up, please,” he begs, he cannot come yet, he cannot. This is the first time in over three years he’s been inside of a woman, the first time he’s been inside of you. He cannot ruin it with a happy trigger finger. You’re clawing at his back, gasping and crying for him to move, to fuck you, please, please, please, fuck me. He slides a hand under your butt and lifts you slightly off the bed to bring you closer to him, grinds his cock deep, deep, right at your cervix so that you’re crying for real now. 

“Too much, too much,” you clutch tightly at his bicep, going back and forth between trying to push him away and pull him closer. He can feel the wet press of your tears sliding along his cheek, over his mouth, and he licks his lips to taste them, has his eyes rolling to the back of his head at their saltiness. He hitches you more firmly in his grasp and starts to fuck you. His thrusts, deep and devastating, punching all air, voice, thought out of you, heavy balls slapping wetly against your ass.

“You can take it, you can take it. You can take anything I give you. You’re my pretty, perfect girl,” he grits, pulls himself up so he can stare at the place where you’re taking him, puffy, red cunt stretched obscenely around his slick base. 

“You feel so good– I can’t, I can’t– What are we going to do? What are we going to do? It feels so good.” You’re crying, incoherent, fucked out look in your eyes as you claw at his shirt, little nails scraping over his belly and chest. He grips you under one knee to pull your leg up, hooking your ankle over his shoulder to deepen the angle. You come again, instantly, just at the change, the deepening of the angle, the head of his cock battering savagely against that deep, soft spot inside you.

“Fuck, yeah. Let me feel that cunt get wet, little girl.” Your mewls are high pitched, supplicant, and you gush around him. He feels it soak his pelvis, drip down his balls.

No one’s ever been this deep, nothing’s ever felt like this, you say, over and over again. 

He plants one knee on the bed and hunches over you, ankle still dangling limply over his shoulder and pounds into you. The feel of your cunt rippling around him, sucking him deeper is too much. He wishes he could last longer, feel you come around him again. What if you never let him do this again? What if you never want him again after this? What if it’s just a one time thing? He’ll never get over this, he’ll never be able to move on from this. He can’t hold back, he starts to fill you, hot thick spurts coating your insides, and you moan again at the searing heat of him, right at the mouth of your womb, grinds deep, deeper, as deep as he can, the contractions of your inner muscles pulling him in. He wishes he could crawl beneath your skin, live inside of you, make a home for himself behind the safe cage of your ribs, and he thinks that you’re right, nothing has ever felt like this, nothing will ever feel like this again. 

He’s ruined now. You’ve ruined him

He collapses on top of you, wants to crush you with his heavy weight, meld your chests together so that you’ll have to be with him forever after this. He presses wet, breathless kisses to the vulnerable underside of your jaw, behind your ear where your scent is the most concentrated, breathes you in deeply. You wrap your arms and legs around him, and he can feel the clench of your inner muscles around his softening cock. He hasn’t done this in a long time, he wonders what his refractory period is now, if he’ll be able to go again soon, if you’ll let him. 

“I wanted that so badly,” you whisper, nuzzle your nose into his hair. 

“Me too, sweetheart.” 

“I’m scared.”

“You have nothing to be scared of. I would never hurt you,” he promises because it’s the truth. He’d never do anything to purposely hurt you. 

“I’m scared of what I feel for you,” you say quietly, “I– I don’t–”

He slides his hand under you to press you closer. “I know, sweet girl. Me too.” He angles your head to give himself access to your mouth, starts his kiss out soft and gentle, slotting your full upper lip between both of his to pepper soft little pecks and sucks to it, then tilts his head to get a deeper angle and lick into you. 

You’re completely relaxed beneath him. Soft and warm and wet, entirely pliant. So sweet. It’s one of the things he loves most about you, how sweet you are. Sweet and kind and earnest – tenderhearted. You’re right, in a way, this is something to be afraid of. The things he feels for you – the depth of it, it’s not something he was expecting, not prepared for, but he’s certain there isn’t a way of stopping it now. This is what it is, will go where it was always going to go, from the first moment he saw you, touched you, tasted you. 

“What are we going to do?”

“I want to tell her.” It’s the only truth, the only road he wants to go down. He wants to be with you, he wants this out in the open. “You aren’t a secret to be kept or hidden. You deserve to be cherished out in the open.”

Your tears spill harder at that, “Joel–”

“Baby,” he lifts up slightly to look at you, “This is it.”

You turn to look away and he feels dread coil in his gut. If you pull away from him now he’ll lose his mind. He isn’t prepared for this, he isn’t the type of man who’s ever had to deal with this type of feeling. “I – I don’t think that’s such a good idea. I– I don’t want–”

“You don’t want what?” he brushes a loose strand of hair away from your face, runs the tip of his finger along the arch of your brow, down the slope of your nose. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you,” he says, because it’s the truth. In this moment, he thinks he’d do anything at all you’d ask of him. Open his very veins for you. You have him speared by the heart, eating out of the palm of your small hand. 

“I don’t want to be the reason your marriage ends,” your brow crumples, “I told you. I– I can’t be. I couldn’t live with that.”

“My marriage never really began to start with. I told you that.” He moves to pull out, both of you groaning softly at the sensitive slide of his cock slipping out of you, the slick gush that follows. He sits back on his heels, grips both of your knees to keep you spread and enjoy the sight of the viscous drip of his spend out of your messy hole. He wants to bend to eat his own come out of you. You’ve turned him into some sort of beast, subjugated to the scent and sound and feel of your body. But instead he turns to sit at the edge of the bed, tucks himself back into his jeans. He leans forward, elbows resting against his spread knees, and drags his palm over his face, rubs the scruff of his beard. He feels you turn to curve around him, your hand snaking up the back of his shirt to press your palm against his hot skin, your knees curling into his lap around his waist. “It was never – it was never– I don’t even know. Never a real marriage, I suppose. Or never something either of us wanted for the right reasons. I – I felt like it was the right thing to do, at the time, for Sarah. I told you this. But– but it was never how it should’ve been. I worry now, sometimes, if we haven’t just done more damage to her, built a foundation that’s so rotten, so broken, that she’ll be able to feel it for the rest of her life.”

“Joel,” you whisper, dragging your fingers softly up and down his back. 

“She was born into a broken home – how can I ever– how can I ever make that up to her?” He turns back to look at you then, “A home where her parents never loved each other – barely even tolerated each other. What is that gonna do to her? What will that teach her about love and relationships?” He grips you around the bend of your knee, anchors himself with the feel of your soft skin beneath his rough palm. 

“I think that, from– from experience, that it will be enough for her to know that she has you, that you love her, that you’ll always be there for her. You’re a good father, Joel. A– a wonderful father. She’s so, so lucky to have you.” And the look in your eyes as you say this to him is so earnest, so sincere and kind that he knows, in that very instant, that he’s falling in love with you, that he is already in love with you. He folds over to press his face into your belly, hug you tight to himself. “Your love for her will teach her what love is supposed to be. Honest, forgiving, patient. She doesn’t need any other example than that. That’s enough for a little girl, trust me.” You drag your nails gently along his scalp. 

He presses a kiss to your belly, another to your still bared breast. He rests his cheek on your chest to look up at you. “Thank you. Thank you for that.” What he really wants to say is, thank you for existing, thank you for finding me, thank you for being magic, thank you for letting me touch you. Please, let me keep even one small piece of you, I’ll take such good care of it for the rest of my life, I promise.

“But you– you can’t tell your wife about this, can’t– can’t leave her for me. That isn’t– that isn’t ever what I wanted, or– or set out to do. I told you why, I explained this to you.” He watches a bright flush flood your cheeks, brow folding into a frown as you stutter out the words. “I don’t want you to do that.”

“What’s left of this marriage is going to end either way. It’s only a matter of time.”

“But not for me. Not because of me, or for you to run straight to me. I can’t– I couldn’t live knowing I’d done that.”

“You haven’t done anything. This was done a long time ago, the foundation was damaged from the start.”

“N– no, still. I can’t.” You shift away from him, sit up to right your clothes. There is a part of you that hums the sounds of uncertainty, he can hear it in your voice, but it is so quiet in the face of everything else. The echo of your screeching guilt and fear so loud, it overwhelms everything else. 

“So, then what? This was just a one time thing? You want nothing more from this? From me?” He spits, hurt. He knows he should be gentle, not get angry, but the thought of you taking yourself away from him now makes panic climb like fire up his chest and throat. 

“I don’t know,” you say quietly, face still turned away from him. “I– I can’t tell you that right now. But I do know that I don’t want you to tell your wife, or to leave her for me.”

“So you think I should stay with her? Even though we’re both miserable. Even though all I want is to be with you. That’s what you want me to do?”

You let out a hoarse, anguished little sound at that, but then: “That’s not for me to say.” Your voice sounds broken, jagged, lacerating. “That isn’t my business,” you say so quietly, almost like you’re afraid to utter the words out loud, know what a lie they are. But he hears it. Loud and clear, like a slap to the face. 

“Not your business?”

“I should get back.” You stand to right your dress, he watches your shaking knees knock together, and he reaches out to catch you if you need him, but you steady yourself on your own. When you finally turn back to look at him, there are tears streaming down your face. In some sick, twisted way, the sight of them is a comfort. They tell him that this isn’t what you really want, that your words hurt you too. In a way, they help him understand you better, as well. You’re trying to do what you think is the right thing, as wrong as it is for all of you involved. “I���m sorry,” you whisper, wringing your hands together. He only nods. You go to clean yourself up in the restroom, shutting the door quietly behind you.

-

When you step back out into the bedroom, he’s already gone, but there’s a glass of water left waiting for you on the bedside table. 

Chapter .6

Netherfeildren's Masterlist

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Song 1: Shine your Star (Prod. By ZICO)

Real quick, let's talk details

I've been listening to shine your star and I was like, yknow who a real star is? The bride, in her wedding

Then wabam, this came to be!

I'm unoriginal asf, so the first thing I did was legit drape a fur coat on Wednesday. Her dress is also based on what she wore for the Raven as well! Her veil is also connected to a band of thorns, rose thorns to be exact. Morticia helped make them.

Doesn't she look happy? Not surprising, she's getting married after all.

Enid meanwhile, was made straight from memory. Her hair is based alot on Emma Myers and so is what she wears! It's that yellow suit she did for a magazine if I remember correctly but enough of the outfit-

Let's talk abt eyes, for the peeps who have been with me long enough, grimwolves or Enid have this neat ability to shift at will or if triggered by an emotion, shift to respond to that

So.. That lil fuzz along her jaw? It's not just shitty line art yall. The claws? While it can give an easy manicure, it's a lil too sharp no?

Awh, wednesday is getting married! That's so cute, congrats to the couple :D

She's not getting married to Enid.

We all know that.

Anyways, this is for a spin off to my au streamer Enid! Where she has a twin that Wednesday marries and welllll.. Enid doesn't take it too well

But it's okay, she can just imagine that she is the one Wednesday is walking too.

Fun fact! Enid may look like she's on the right but if you see them from the back she's actually on the left. The opposite side from the groom :)

[faulty-writes]

Hello I'm not sure if you're free right now but could you do headcanons for bully Mirko and bakugou (separately) with a reader who is very chill but when insulted just enough they ROAST THEM TO THEIR VERY BONES (also search up packgod on YouTube if you don't know what I mean) and finally have fun 🙂

[ I listened to this dude, and I almost felt bad for laughing. Goddamn though, he gives Present Mic a run for his money with the way he spits out them words. I hope you enjoy these headcanons, I missed writing for our bunny girl and hot-headed boom boom boy. ]

"Awe, what's a matter? Is pretty face gonna cry?!" Rumi mocked, making the motion of wiping her eyes to further add to the humiliation she hoped you felt. You groaned, picking your now food-covered face up from your tray. Yes, this was your life. Constantly being bullied by Rumi.

Despite the obstacles in your everyday school life, you were known for your calm and collected attitude which at times would bother Rumi as she continuously tried different tactics to get a rise out of you. Jello in your locker, tacks on your seat, hell even physical bruises on your body. But no, nothing seemed to make you angry.

Rumi aspired to be a hero and while she knew the things she did weren't very hero-like, everyone had their own style and that's just something the public would have to deal with. Of course, her heroic side shined more when she witnessed you getting bullied by others instead of her, and frankly, she didn't know how you'd handle them on your own so stepping in was the only option.

"Ya know, that could have been bad back there, pretty face!" she snapped before furiously biting into her carrot. "Keep letting them treat ya like that and ya won't make it in the real world," she noted, but you only smiled in return knowing that the best kind of advantage is when others thought they had the upper hand.

"Big-nosed, big-headed, Fat Gum looking what?" Rumi questioned, holding her hands against her stomach as she laughed. She never imagined she'd step into the middle of you screaming at someone, granted they had just insulted you and frankly you had enough drama for one day, so you unleashed your secret weapon. The power of roasting.

"Hah! Do that again! I dare you!" Rumi said, jabbing your shoulder and well, who were you to deny her wishes? 'Big-toothed, orange carrot eating, no good sleeping, peeping and sneaking, rule-breaking, poor excuse for WWE fighting, Bugs Bunny rip off,' wasn't something she expected to come out of your mouth but in a way, she loved it.

It was partly a relief to know that you could, maybe, handle your own. "Looks like my pretty face is growing up," she declared, placing her hands on her hips. "But don't go thinking you've outsmarted me, got it!?" you should have known nothing would stop Rumi's goal of making your life miserable.

He hated and loved you. It was rare that someone wasn't intimidated by him. Sure, there was that damned Deku and Best Jeanist, and like Best Jeanist, you had a calm composure around him, and it pissed him off.

"Say something already or I'll kick your ass, damn it!" he snapped, grasping the front of your shirt while smoke seeped from his palms. You knew from experience that Katsuki was a hothead and disregarded the rules which is why you had become his target for bullying. But you refused to give him the satisfaction he was looking for and frankly, you didn't like how you got when someone truly pissed you off.

Much like Present Mic, your voice was your biggest weapon. This paired with your intellect or ability to spit rhythms was part of the reason you preferred to remain in a calm state. But Katsuki didn't understand this, not that you admitted it to him, and because of this he continued to make your everyday school life a living nightmare.

"Had enough yet!?" he demanded with his arms crossed, standing in front of you who was currently slumping against a brick wall. There were several burns across your body and the reason behind said burns was because you had refused to give Katsuki the reaction he was looking for and so he decided to try and force it out of you, Of course, this didn't work.

You knew he wouldn't believe you and you couldn't blame him. After all, who would think that you were the master of musical insults? "Heh, so what? Words don't mean anything," he said with a smirk. "If they did, you would have said something already. Challenge me, damn it!" he demanded with a snarl but now wasn't the time. At least that's what you decided.

It took a lot for you to get worked up, but as of late, Katsuki's constant belittlement of you was a little too much. So when you finally spit out, 'Blond anime-looking spiked-up hair, lame quirk using, kool-aid man bursting through walls, overactive, non-stop, mouth flapping, idiot!' you felt an enormous amount of pride fill you as his jaw dropped.

[sm0lprism]

Dancing with a Kaiju - Rumble 2021 fic

After watching Rumble 2021, I was somewhat disappointed with the lack of fic on here from the g/t community, considering the film in itself is just pure g/t. So, I decided to indulge myself and write a short fic about Winnie and Steve (purely PLATONIC, not romantic in any way, Winnie is a minor) with a good amount of g/t thrown in. This was just meant to be something short and fun, as while I loved the film, I would’ve loved even more goofy moments between these two as their dynamic is entertaining.  Synopsis: Set in between the events of the film, Winnie decides it’s time for Steve to take the reins and be her dance coach for a day. Antics and banter ensue (as well as g/t goodness!). 

“Come on Steve!” Winnie shouted into the sleeping kaiju’s face. “Today’s training will be fun, I promise.”

“That’s what you said yesterday,” Steve grumbled, his voice thick with sleep. “My bruises have bruises at this point. Just five more minutes, okay?”

Winnie exhaled loudly. Being Steve’s wrestling coach wasn’t exactly the easiest job, but she was determined to make this work despite the monster’s laziness. The entire Jimbo Coyle Stadium and her father’s legacy was on the line if they didn’t pull through with this.

Using one of his horns as a lever, she clambered on top of the monster’s face until she was just below his jaw. Being this close to someone as large as Steve, or any monster for that matter, was always unnerving due to the drastic size differences. Steve alone was the size of a building and she looked like a mere insect compared to him.

But she didn’t let the size difference get in the way of her coaching, nor did any monster wrestler coach.

“It’s time to rise and shine!” she yelled, pulling on his bottom lip exposing rows of jagged teeth. “When your coach says it’s time to get up, it’s time to get up!”

Steve peeped open one eyelid to quickly glance at her tiny frame on his chin. “Yeah? Make me, shorty.”

“Shorty?” She narrowed her eyes. “At least I don’t have a colossal sized ass.”

“Hey! There is nothing wrong with my behind,” Steve grumbled, his voice vibrating through her bones. “My butt looks great, thank you very much.”

“Then get that butt into gear and get up!” she exclaimed, slapping his face (which she knew wouldn’t exactly do that much, but she still did it anyway).

“Alright, alright,” Steve replied, picking up Winnie in between his fingers and gently placing her onto the floor. The kaiju picked himself up and towered to his full height, casting an enormous shadow over Winnie.

“You said this was going to be fun today,” he said. “So, what’s the plan?”

A playful smirk danced on her lips. “Today, you are going to be the coach.”

Steve’s face melted into a puddle of confusion. “Huh – I’m – what? Are you alright?”

“Yes, I am,” she answered with a grin. “Since we both know you clearly have talent when it comes to dancing, and, well, I’m not exactly the greatest dancer, I was hoping you’d teach me some of your skills so I can help coach you better.”

“Wow, I seriously wasn’t expecting that,” he murmured, perplexed. “I could show you a thing or two, seeing as your dancing is…well…pretty shocking.”

Winnie furrowed her brows. “Thanks.”

“Well, it is the truth.”

“Yeah, I know, I know. Let’s just get started.”

“First we need some good music,” he said. “You got that salsa playlist I recommended you?”

She pulled out her phone. “Got it.”

Music soon filled the training room, and immediately Steve started to get into the groove. Small earthquakes rattled through the floor at his enormous movements, and Winnie had trouble keeping her footing due to the tremors.

“The first thing with dancing is you can’t force it,” he said. “If you force it, it’ll look unnatural. You have to feel the rhythm and let it guide you.”

“Right, okay.” She finally found her footing in between Steve’s giant footfalls. She watched Steve’s massive frame move so effortlessly to the music; it was clearly very natural for him. Chewing her bottom lip, she tried to copy his movements. As energetic as her personality was, dancing wasn’t exactly something that came naturally to her.

“You’re, uh, doing something.” Steve suddenly leaned down to Winnie’s level. “I think I might need to step in here. Do you take partners?”

Winnie froze as she watched Steve press his index and middle finger into the ground, as if his hand was standing by itself. The hand ‘walked’ over to her and he extended his thumb.

“Care to dance?”

A chuckle escaped past her lips as she tentatively grasped onto his thumb. “Don’t mind if I do.”

“I think we’ll start with the basics,” he smiled. “Step forward left, then replace forward on the right.”

Steve’s fingers slowly moved forward and back, shifting the weight around on each finger. Winnie copied the movements. “Okay, we’re getting somewhere now.”

“Just remember to always change the foot from one weight to the other,” he commented. “You really need to put your weight into it.”

“Got it.”

A rush of happiness flowed through her as the two continued to dance. It was strange, normally she would be doing the coaching and instructing, but it was different being the trainee rather than the trainer. Especially since Steve, someone she had known since she was a child, was the one helping her. Not to mention she had never danced with someone this big before. It sure was strange to say the least.

“I think you’ve mastered the basics,” Steve rumbled. “Now let’s see if you can do the next step. Instead of moving your legs forward, move to the side.”

Steve’s fingers demonstrated the move; his fingers shifting from side to side.

“Side, replace, together. Side, replace, together.”

Sure enough, Winnie quickly found herself mastering the move. Her hips swaying from side to side to Steve’s instructions and the music.

“I guess you’re not so bad at dancing after all,” he grinned.

“Yeah, you better watch out, I might take that salsa crown of yours,” she smirked.

“Whoa, whoa, don’t get ahead of yourself. This is just the basics of all basics when it comes to salsa,” he chuckled. “You’ve got a very long road ahead of you until you get to my level.”

“Well, I would still watch out,” she said. “I’ve got a pretty good coach, too.”

A warm smile lit up along Steve’s features. “I could say the same thing – ow!”

“Oh, sorry!” she exclaimed, retracting her left foot. Somehow, she had managed to trample over Steve’s finger despite his finger being taller than her entire body. “I guess I just lost my footing. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s all good,” he chuckled softly. “Never thought I’d ever have a human stepping on my finger, that’s for sure.”

“I guess you could say I keep you on your fingers,” she grinned. “Instead of keeping you on your toes, it’s fingers because–”

“It’s okay, I get it.” He rolled his eyes. “Very funny.”

He continued to coach Winnie for another couple of hours. She soon discovered once he was in his element, it was almost impossible for the kaiju to break out of it.

“Now, for the next move, you’ll need–”

“Do you think we can call it a day?” Winnie puffed, not caring that she had cut him off mid-sentence, wiping the sweat that was beading on her forehead. She had not exactly anticipated to be this worn out from salsa training, especially with Steve as the coach.

Steve cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, is the wrestling coach all tuckered out? I seem to recall you making me train for even longer for wrestling. I thought we could go for a few more hours.”

Winnie’s face fell. “A few more hours!?”

“Just kidding!” he said, cracking a massive smile. “Oh, you should see the look on your tiny face! The utter dread and despair, it’s killing me!”

“I’m glad you find my misery so pleasing.”

“Come on, I never get to be the coach! It’s actually pretty fun, I can see why you do it now.”

She shook her head, a small grin tugged at the corner of her lips. “I’ll make sure to work you extra hard tomorrow.”

Now it was Steve’s turn for his face to turn sour. “No, you can’t be serious.”

She folded her arms over her chest, a smug grin plastered on her face. “Dead serious.”

“You are an evil little girl,” he muttered, scrunching up his nose.

“A true criminal mastermind,” she hummed. “Do you want to go get some Fro-yo?”

At the mention of the delectable frozen treat, the kaiju’s face shone like a beacon.

“Is that even a question? Of course!”

Half an hour later both Winnie and Steve had almost completely stuffed themselves full of Fro-yo. Steve had taken Winnie to an open field, just on the outskirts of Stoker, to lay down in the lush grass as they clutched their swollen bellies.

“We definitely went overboard on the Fro-yo,” Winnie spluttered, suppressing a burp.

“No such thing as too much dessert,” the giant monster gurgled. “But I may have eaten just a little too much.”

“Steve, you ate a tub of Fro-yo the size of a small car!”

“That’s pretty normal.”

“But that’s the largest size they had!”

Steve belched loudly, the piercing sound rupturing through Winnie’s tiny ears.

“Hey, could you burp a little louder next time? I think then my ears might actually explode.”

“Oops, sorry. Sometimes I forget how small you are.”

Winnie shifted onto her feet and began to climb upwards onto Steve’s massive frame. Cocking an eyebrow, the giant monster watched as the teenager scaled up his shoulder blade and made her way on top of his stomach.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” he chuckled softly.

“Getting comfortable,” she answered, lying down on the monster’s belly. “Your stomach is so soft. It’s great for my back.”

“Why would a girl as young as you have a bad back?” he asked. “It’s me who should have the bad back, not you.”

She flipped onto her stomach, fixing her gaze onto his. “It’s all that hunching over my study desk, that seriously messes up your back if you do it a lot.”

“That’s pretty concerning that your back is already screwed,” he muttered, his voice rumbling all around her.

A moment of silence passed between the human and kaiju.

“Hey, do you really think I’ve got what it takes for wrestling?” Steve said out of the blue, his face suddenly turned serious.

“Wait, really?” she said. “What makes you think that? You’re doing so well now that you’ve found your groove! I really think we can do this.”

“Do you really think that?” he persisted. “Or are you just saying that to make me feel better? You can be honest with me, Winnie.”

Winnie immediately rose to her feet and began marching along Steve’s massive stomach towards his head.

“Just what are you doing now?”

“Look here, mister,” she said firmly, both of her hands grasped firmly on his chin, her eyes locked with his. “I am being completely serious right now. I really do believe you have what it takes. Sure, your methods aren’t exactly the traditional method for wrestling, but who cares about that! The main thing is that you’re winning!”

“But I’m not sure I can keep this up,” he murmured. “I mean, who is going to take me seriously when I’m winning matches by dancing?”

“I thought you just wanted the money to pay back Lady Mayhem.”

“I – I – well, you see, um-”

“Hah! You are enjoying yourself.”

“No, no, you’ve got it all wrong-”

“I know when you’re lying.” She placed her hands on her hips with a very matter-of-fact look on her face.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine, you got me. I do enjoy wrestling.”

“Hah! I knew it,” she smirked.

A loud, deep grumble suddenly interrupted the conversation. It sounded almost like another monster entirely.

“What the heck was that?!” Winnie exclaimed, glancing around to find the source of the monster that had made such a noise. “That has got to be another kaiju. It wasn’t you, right, Steve?”

“Heh, actually, it was me,” he admitted with a hint of embarrassment. “Well, it was my stomach to be exact.”

Winnie’s mouth gaped open in shock. “Wait, so you’re telling me you’re still hungry after all of that Fro-yo?”

“Hey, I’m a big guy!” Steve said. “My stomach is essentially bottomless at this point. I could really use a colossal sized burger.”

“And that why you have such a colossal sized ass.” She shook her head. “We really need to work on your diet more.”

“Hey, don’t bring my butt back into this!”

[dragonologist-in-the-making]

Paper Rings

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Summary: On his first ride to Hogwarts, James befriended the girl who was obsessed with shiny things. Over their schooling together, their friendship turned into so much more.

A/N: lmao I suck at summaries. Also I’m back sorry for the random hiatus (and sorry that posting will almost definitely not be consistent after this either). I had this idea months ago, inspired by Taylor Swift’s Paper Rings, and I only just got around to writing it asdfghjkl. Still obsessed with James though rip me I just want someone to love me like this.

Warnings: Mentions of eating (briefly), otherwise just a lot of fluff.

Wordcount: 4k (wow)

...

Little James Potter waved goodbye to his parents as the train took off from the platform, nervous about his first journey to the infamous Hogwarts, but excited to discover all the great things his parents had told him for himself. First though: finding a carriage.

Trying not to show his nerves, he wandered along the corridor, peeping into the carriages to see if there was one he could join. For the most part, he found them all too full, too loud to juggle his nerves, or the students too old and intimidating. The days would come where James would rule the corridors of the castle, but the eleven year old boy on the train was just hoping to make a friend he could share this new adventure with.

As fate would have it, he found just that and so much more. In a carriage to herself sat a young girl, his age, her face turned away from him looking out the window. The only thing he could see was a petite sparkling bow, sitting neatly in her (y/h/c) hair.

Without thinking about it, he knocked gently on the compartment door, sliding it open as she turned to look at him inquisitively. Her (y/e/c) eye’s glittered as her lips pulled into a smile, creating a complete sense of comfort for James to ask. “Do you mind if I sit?” She nodded eagerly, gathering up a few books she had dumped on the opposite seat and dropping them into her lap. “I’m James.” He smiled.

“(y/n). It’s nice to meet you.”

They sat in a comfortable silence for a short while, listening to the laughs of older students, friends reuniting after a summer apart, and watching the landscape whip by them out the window.

“I like your bow, by the way.” James spoke up, feeling glad he did when an excited smile broke across her face, looking as if he’d told her she’d won the lottery.

“Thank you! I love the way it sparkles.” She said, gently pulling it from her hair and twisting it in the sunlight, showing how rainbows danced in the glitter and were thrown across their compartment. Satisfied, she used it to clip back the hair that was now falling into her face, and their conversation moved on, following each and every thought they were having, becoming fast friends. James didn’t think the journey could get any better until two boys showed up at their door and asked if they could join them, setting everlasting friendships in stone.

As the train pulled up to Hogwarts, any nervousness James had been feeling was gone. Instead, the only thought he had was that he couldn’t be more glad he sat in the compartment of the girl with the sparkling bow.

…

Their first year passed in a blur, and the Marauders spent the majority of it in each other’s company, laughing their days away.

Now, summer had come and gone, and their second year at Hogwarts was in full swing. They walked into their charms class together, laughing about a joke Sirius had made at James’ expense. (y/n) sat next to the curly-haired boy at their desk, as Remus Sirius and Peter sat at the one adjacent to them.

“Hey, it’s not my fault I didn’t make the team last year! No first year has made a house team in like 80 years! I’m telling you though, I’ll make it on this year, and I’ll be the best chaser this school has ever seen.” James protested, huffing as he put his textbook in the middle of the table for him and (y/n) to share. She laughed at him softly, hand patting his shoulder as the other boys got lost in their own conversation.

“I know you will, Jamie. And I’ll be there cheering you on every step of the way.” His cheeks redenned at her words, but luckily their attention was turned away by Professor Flitwick.

“Now students, the charm I’ll be teaching you today is more of a fun one to start off the year than anything you’ll likely need in your everyday lives. As always, I don’t expect you to create chaos by using these charms” – he turned his gaze to a particular group of students at this point who were all busily looking elsewhere – “but simply to enlighten yourselves and to show you what magic can do. So, the charm we’ll be learning today is how to make things glitter.”

James heard an almost inaudible gasp next to him, and he could feel the excitement radiating off (y/n). He chuckled, expecting nothing less; he’d known her for a year now, and if it wasn’t the bow in her hair there was always something shiny on her at any given time.

Flitwick talked about the details of the charm, how it could be applied subtly, only giving a faint sheen, or how it could be made much more obvious. Finally, he gave them the charm and told everyone to repeat after him. “Now, like I said, just because this is a fun charm doesn’t mean it’s an easy one, and I don’t expect you to get it on your first attempt. Just keep repeating the charm and-oh!” He broke off suddenly, just as James’ vision went hazy. Once he’d focused, he saw he was surrounded by a cloud of individual glitter specs floating around them, almost as if they were in their own galaxy. His gaze shifted to its centre, shining most brilliantly of all as her proud and excited smile dazzled him, making him forget entirely they were still in their charms classroom.

“Well done Miss (y/n)!” Flitwick’s voice broke through their bubble, and slowly each star seemed to fade out of existence, until they were back in their regular old classroom, thirty pairs of eyes trained on them. “You certainly felt the spirit of the charm and went above and beyond. 10 points to (y/h). Now, if you could help Mr Potter whilst we all get back to it!”

Chatter burst out the classroom almost immediately, partners working together trying to enchant an object of theirs to take on the glittery effect. Sirius turned to her, rolling his eyes half-heartedly.

“Becoming a teachers pet now are we, (y/l/n)?” She rolled her eyes back, waving her wand to produce a cloud of glitter that settled in Sirius’ hair, contrasting sharply against its darkness.

“It’s sparklesSirius, what did you expect? Now c’mon, this is the one lesson I won’t let you not do the work in. Make some glittery greatness and I’ll bake you all some cookies when I next steal James’ cloak to go to the kitchens.” With those words, the three boys turned their entire focus to the task at hand, while James still seemed slightly awestruck next to her. “You alright, J?”

“That was amazing (y/n/n). I had no idea you could do that.”

“Well I guess you can’t know until you try.” She shrugged, picking up her quill and placing it in front of him. “Charm my quill.”

“Why me? You could just do it yourself.” James asked, confused why she didn’t do it herself since she was clearly more than capable. Once again, she shrugged, looking into his eyes as she uttered the words so nonchalantly that would stick with him for years to come.

“Well, Flitwick said you needed to practise. Plus, it’ll mean more to me if every time I look at my quill I know that you’re the reason it’s shining.”

Within a heartbeat, James had uttered the incantation and a subtle shimmer had settled over the feather, imperceptible until it was moved and caught the light. The smile he saw when he looked over at (y/n) made him vow to himself that as long as he was around, she would never have an ordinary quill again.

True to his word, every time she brought out a new quill, he was quick to snatch it from her and place the simple charm on it. It became an unspoken promise between the two of them, and every time James saw that sparkle from the corner of his eye, he couldn’t help but smile to himself.

. . .

True to her word, (y/n) was there for all of James’ games, cheering him on from the side of the pitch, always the first to reach him when the game was over. High or low, win or lose, she was always there to remind him that he had played amazingly, and that she was proud of him.

After one such game in their fourth year, Gryffindor narrowly losing to Slytherin, she was at his side so quickly that he would have thought she had apparated if he knew this wasn’t possible. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly, feeling the slight shaking of his shoulders. “Oh, James.” She quickly ushered him off the pitch before he attracted eyes, assuring him that Sirius and Remus would collect his things from the changing room and bring them back to his dorm. Once they reached his dorm, she sent him to shower, promising that she would be there for him once he was back.

Sure enough, he came out of the shower in fresh clothes and damp hair, and she was still on his bed, patiently waiting for him. She held her hand out to him, a silent invitation, and as soon as he took it she pulled him to her side and once again enveloped him in a hug.

“I’m so proud of you, Jamie.” She whispered, squeezing him momentarily before drawing back and looking into his glassy eyes.

“Shouldn’t be.” He murmured, avoiding her gaze. “We lost.”

“And yet you scored more goals than anyone else the entire game.” She pointed out, sincerity lacing her voice. “It’s just because the snitch is worth a stupid amount of points, honestly the game has a lot of flaws.” James smiled weakly, they often had these debates about Quidditch and it always ended in some silly way.

“I did hit Malfoy in the head with a Quaffle.” He admitted, and (y/n) could see the weight falling off his shoulders.

“The highlight of all our years.” She laughed, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a little box. “I got you something.” She handed it to him, and he pushed it back to her, head shaking, doubt returned.

“No I didn’t do anything to deserve it. Keep it.”

“We already had this argument and I’m not taking no for an answer.” She shoved the box into his hands and folded her arms across her chest, waiting for him to open it.

Reluctantly, he pulled the lid off the box to reveal a snitch, the snitch he normally kept on his person at all times, now shining with a slight iridescence. James looked up at her, thankful but a little confused at the present.

“I’ve actually been saving it for when you lose a game. Which has been hard because that’s hardly ever.” She broke off to give him a playful glare along with her words, quickly broken by her soft smile. “I know you play with the snitch when you have a lot on your mind, and when you start to doubt yourself. I wanted to remind you that you’re incredible and you should believe that yourself. So, when you see the snitch and you see it sparkle, you’ll think of me, and you’ll remember how great you are.” He was speechless, and in the silent air, she did what the two of them did best, and started to nervously babble. “Well, that’s assuming you think of me when you see sparkles, and quite frankly after all this time I’d be slightly offended if you didn’t-oof” her rambling stopped when James tackled her into a hug, knocking them both back onto the bed.

“Thank you.” Was all he said, but she could hear the emotion behind each word, everything he was trying to communicate. All she did was hold him tighter.

It was then that Sirius and Remus walked into the dorm, carrying all of James’ equipment from the game, causing James and (y/n) to jump away from each other. Blushes arose on both their faces, not that the other would have noticed, each too busy looking at opposite walls of the dorm. Sirius and Remus exchanged a knowing look, but decided to let it slide, knowing there was an inevitability to it anyway.

…

Once again, (y/n) was boarding the Hogwarts express for another year of school. She knew this year would be a stressful one, with their OWL exams coming up, but she also knew that as long as she had her boys by her side, she would be absolutely fine.

Speaking of her friends, she was currently walking along the train trying to find them. She knew that Lily and Remus were prefects now so they’d be at the front of the train, but she was struggling to find anyone else. Eventually, she found James, sitting in a carriage by himself, absentmindedly watching the view. She chuckled to herself at the situation, the reverse of their meeting all those years ago.

She slid the door open, catching his attention and his ever-so-addictive smile. “Got room for an old pal?” She asked, sitting next to him when he patted the seat, his hand enveloping hers as soon as she had, a silent communication. I missed you.

“I was starting to think you’d gotten cool and forgotten about me.” He joked, nudging her playfully.

“Piss off Potter, I was always cooler than you.” She teased back, glad to see that nothing had changed despite their time apart. It never did, they were always James and (y/n), inseparable no matter how hard anyone tried. “Where is everyone?”

“Lils and Moony are doing prefect duties, and Sirius enlisted Peter’s help to try and sneak into their carriage and get the insider information.” He rolled his eyes light-heartedly, forming air quotes around Sirius’ words as (y/n) laughed, eyes closing in amusement. “What’s that on your eyes?” James suddenly asked, stopping her laughter short as she tried to figure out what he meant.

“Oh!” She remembered. “I went to see Lils in the holidays and she was showing me this glitter eyeliner that muggles wear! Why, do you not like it?” She suddenly felt self-conscious, wondering if it really was too much despite Lily’s reassurances. It was a subtle white, but still, it was glitter on her face.

“The opposite!” James was quick to answer, rushing so much to not hurt her feelings that he wasn’t thinking about what he was saying. “I think you look really beautiful (y/n/n), with or without the makeup. Besides, the glitter brings out your eyes.”

At this point, they were both blushing furiously, and James was still holding her hand, neither of them willing to let go. (y/n) couldn’t help but smile to herself, and remembered to thank Lily for the recommendation the second they were in the dorm together that evening.

…

James climbed the last step into the astronomy tower, seeing (y/n) leaning against the railing already, gazing into the night sky, a blanket and an array of snacks out on the floor behind her.

It was a ritual they’d started who knows when, a chance to wind down and escape the chaos of everyday life, to enjoy each other’s company and to feast away on whatever snacks they had managed to stow away for these evenings. Tonight’s selection looked to consist mostly of cauldron cakes and chocolate frogs, with the occasional sugar quill hidden amongst the rest. “Heavy on the sugar tonight, I see.” He broke the silence teasingly, settling himself so that he was sat at (y/n)’s feet, still able to see the clear night sky above them.

“If I don’t consume my own bodyweight in sugar I think I’ll pass out I’m that exhausted.” She commented back, sinking down next to him. Automatically, his arm wound around her shoulder, pulling her into his side and resting his chin on top of her head. There weren’t words to describe the feeling of pure content as she melted into him, completely at ease.

She reached out and grabbed a chocolate frog, unwrapping it and handing the card to James with a sigh upon seeing it was one already in her collection. She bit into the chocolate, her gaze on the night sky as his was unable to break away from her, the way she settled so peacefully against him.

“The stars sparkle too, you know.” She broke the silence, voice quiet but still holding its signature melodic tone. James finally broke away from looking at her, joining her eyeline and looking at the constellations above them. Even though he wasn’t taking astronomy as a NEWT, spending so much time in the tower with (y/n) as she mapped the sky meant he knew precisely what he was looking at, and traced the constellations with his eyes.

“You know, six years of friendship and I don’t think I ever asked you why you like shiny things so much. I always just accepted it as a part of who you are.” A smile graced her face as she unconsciously twiddled her fingers.

“Don’t laugh.” She warned, and he solemnly shook his head. “I think there’s something so entrancing, so beautiful about them. I think it serves as a reminder that even the most seemingly dull thing,” she picked up another chocolate frog box at this point, waving her wand to create a light sparkle over it, “is wonderfully brilliant if you just remember to look at it in the right way. It’s a lesson we should all carry with us, and I try to remember it whenever I can. Everything is beautiful if you give it a chance.” The sparkles on the box faded in the moonlight, as (y/n) finally looked up at James, only to find him already staring back at her.

Body thinking quicker than brain, seeing her (y/e/c) eyes glimmering up at him, James leant down and pressed his lips to hers. She stifled a gasp, quickly moving her lips back against his as her hand wound gently around the back of his neck. He poured all of his admiration into the kiss, everything he had been feeling for her since he didn’t even know when, feeling his heart soar to be here with her in that moment.

Eventually, they broke away for air, and a breathy laugh fell from (y/n)’s lips, blush rising on her cheeks as she turned her face away. James reached for her hand, interlacing their fingers and gently rubbing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. “I’ve been drawn to you since the day I saw you in that train carriage. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, your soul. I didn’t even realise the outside matched until we came back from that summer you spent with Lily. But god, every day since then I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I like you, (y/n/n). I really like you.”

Around them, a shimmering cloud exploded simultaneous to a wide grin spreading across (y/n)’s face. It was their own galaxy, just like all that time ago in the charms lesson, but she was still in the centre, still giddy with excitement. “I like you too, Jamie.” Her smile turned a little sheepish. “And sorry, I think my emotions got a little out of control.” The star-like sparkles slowly dissipated around them until there was nothing left, and this time it was (y/n) who leaned up to James, connecting their lips one more time.

“You taste like chocolate.”

“I’m sure that must be awful for you, Potter”. Nothing had changed, and yet nothing would be the same either.

…

James was sat on the floor of his dorm, textbooks open in front of him, although this late in the day he was struggling to pay any attention to them. What he was focused on instead was his girlfriend, tucked into the alcove of the windowsill, absentmindedly writing away on a piece of parchment.

Her (y/h/c) hair was in plaits down her back, and in the candlelight the silver threads that James had helped her braid in this morning were casting light across the room that shifted with every little shake of her head or shrug of her shoulders.

“You’re staring again, Jamie.” She chastised, although the humour was clear in her voice. He pushed himself up from the floor with an exaggerated groan, making his way over to her and pulling her gently into his chest, pressing a soft kiss into her hair.

“Can’t help it love, you’re an actual angel.” He didn’t see it but he knew she’d be rolling her eyes as she buried her face in his chest to hide the blush that was forming on her cheeks.

“Stop being so cheesy.”

“As if you don’t love it.” She pressed a kiss into his chest, resting her head against him as she went back to her writing. He tried not to pry, but he couldn’t help but catch notice of his name and his interest piqued. “Who are you writing to?”

“Euphemia.” She replied nonchalantly, not pausing her actions as he took a step away, face scrunched in confusion.

“My mother?” she paused at this, looking up at him with false exasperation.

“Do you know many other Euphemias?” She deadpanned. He shrugged, admitting her fair point, moving back to her side where she immediately snuggled back into his warmth.

“How long have you been writing to my mum?” She paused for a second, contemplating.

“Since the start of term I think. She sent an owl, I responded, we haven’t really stopped talking since. Oh, I’m coming over for Christmas by the way, she invited me. Said it wouldn’t be Christmas without the whole family there” (y/n) looked up at him, flashing a mischievous grin, expecting him to whine childishly like he normally would, complaining that he was supposed to ask her. Instead, looking more solemn than she’d seen him in a long time, he crushed her against him, holding her so tightly before he leant down and connected their lips. The kiss was bruising, but it was packed with adoration, and it left (y/n) slightly breathless. He broke away, leaning his forehead against hers as she tried to catch her breath back. “What was that for?”

“I love you. So much. You’re absolutely perfect, and I swear, I can’t wait until the day I can put a ring on that finger and make it official, make you a Potter for real. I promise, it’s going to be the most sparkling, dazzling gem you’ve ever seen. It’ll shine just as brightly as you, and it’ll always remind you that you’re beautiful, in every way, and just how much I love you.” Her hand had come to rest on his cheek, smiling throughout his little speech, parchment cast aside and forgotten about at this point.

“Don’t be silly, James.” She laughed, stroking his cheek with her thumb. “I love shiny things, yes, but I don’t need one to be reminded of how amazing you are, or how much I love you. Hell, you could ask me to marry you with a paper ring and I’d still say yes in a heartbeat. I’m saying yes to you, to a life. You don’t need to win me over with some ridiculously expensive piece of jewellery.” He nodded slightly, pecking her lips before moving back to where he had been sat on the floor.

(y/n) picked her parchment back up, continuing on to the letter she had been writing to Euphemia Potter, unable to help themselves from planning the Christmas festivities despite it being early November.

Deep in concentration, she startled slightly as she noticed movement coming from the corner of her eye. She looked to the side to see her boyfriend once again, although this time he was knelt before her, holding up a piece of parchment that he had hastily fashioned into a ring, coupled with a sheepish smile.

Laughing merrily, she hopped down from the windowsill, pulling him up by his jumper and kissing him passionately as she slid the piece of paper onto her finger, looking forward to the day when they were older, when they could promise this for real, knowing that they had the rest of their lives ahead of them to love each other unconditionally.

When James first stepped on that Hogwarts train, he was hoping to find a friend he could share every moment with for the next seven years. He had found that in her, a best friend, now a lover, for seven years but for so much longer. The girl with the sparkling bow turned out to be his soulmate, and he sent a prayer of thanks to the stars every day.