#sorry it took me ages to get to this i've been going insane over french gays

[minusboy]

FLEABAG MENTION IM UP. TELL ME E V E R Y T H I N G ABOUT THAT WIP. Im all ears (and eyes to read)

hhhhh it's definitely the most out there out of all of my current wips, thank you for asking<3

to clarify it isn't a fleabag au, but i have seen fleabag, infact i watch it religiously around september every year, and i think the show tackles some topics that are too nuanced to try and replicate in any other format. at least for me. anyway. that out of the way it is definitely inspired and it's extremely messy and with uh. messy family dynamics. possibly a priest somewhere. that's all for now.

okay fine you've twisted my arm.. here have this

”Am I ugly,” Dazai asks. ”That’s what you’re thinking about right now,” Kunikida asks, half-amused, half-despaired.   ”I think my nose might be on the wrong side of my face, Kunikida,” he says, whispers, really. And Dazai sighs, tipping forward until his head rests on his shoulder and then snorts. And he grins, too, even though his face hurts. Because people like him should be laughing, always. His hand is shaking where it rests between his collarbones. ”Idiot,” Kunikida says, after a moment, and there’s something so unbearably sad about the way he says it. ”Let me see.” He lifts his hand and lets Kunikida inspect the bloody mess under his nose, and watches him wince in sympathy, but his thumb sweeps under his cheekbone, gentle. ”Jesus christ,” Kunikida breathes. Which, objectively, is hilarious, first of all, and second of all, ”Not quite,” Dazai smiles, then grimaces instantly. ”My face hurts.”

[multifandom-girlie]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐝

Imagine: Your his maid and things get a little heated when your outfit gets a little small.

Pairing: Daniel Gillies x Female!Reader

Warning: Rough Fuck, Overstimulation, Edging, Teasing, Aftercare.

A/N: For my girl @njeancastro316​ and my girlies in the group chat !!

I had just finished sweeping the kitchen floor when I saw the couple of glasses next to the sink. As it was my job, I quickly washed them up and heard the front door open. My boss walked into the kitchen, when I was drying the glasses and putting them away. He threw his keys on the island and huffed. I was just spraying some product on the side when I realised that Mr Gillies was speaking to me.

“Y/N, would you mind just getting me a glass of water please.”

I smiled at him and grabbed a glass before walking to the fridge to use the water dispenser as it was filtered and the tap water wasn't.

“Of course, Mr Gillies.”

“Y/N, I've told you multiple times to call me Daniel.”

“and I've told you, that I'm working so it seems wrong since your my boss.”

“Yes but I'm not particularly bossy to you am I ?”

“Well, no but that's not the point.”

“Then what is ?”

I giggled and passed him the glass of water.

“Nevermind...Mr Gillies.”

I turned back around to continue my work. I sprayed the product on the counter and started wiping it down. It was annoying he was home so early today because I was allowed to come in later because I had a birthday party to go to. So I didn't have time to outfit change, it felt nicer though too not have to wear uniform. Just my flowy skirt and an off the shoulder crop top. 

He pushed his glass next to the sink, knowing I would wash it in a minute. Whilst I was cleaning the counter next to the sink, he used our new found closeness to his advantage and pressed up against me to reach into the cupboard above. I couldn't just stop, he'd know he got to me. So I carried on cleaning the counter but putting more back into it so I could maybe make him squirm. I leaned over the counter a little more, which pressed more of my ass into his crotch. It felt good but I didn't want to break first. 

He chuckled deeply as he closed the cupboard after not finding what he needed and moved all my hair to the other side of my neck. He positioned his face just above my ear and moved it down whilst I was still cleaning the counter, just at a slower pace. He pressed kisses down my neck and I let out a slight breath along with a giggle.

“Mr Gillies, surely as my boss this is innapropriate ?”

“Well, your not exactly pushing me away....”

“I should be. What about your wife ?”

“We split up ages ago.”

“What ?”

“She’s just been staying here because we still haven't told the kids.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“You don't have to be. Just know there's nothing stopping us now....except your stubborness.”

I giggled and turned around grabbing his neck and pulling him into a long and passionate french kiss. I arched my back so the whole bottom half of my body was pressed against him and my top was slightly pulled away. The lengths of hair that Daniel had pushed to the other side of my neck, now ran all down my back...tickling his finger tips as they clutched at my lower back. 

He walked closer to the counter and pushed me against it gently, just before trailing his hands down to my ass and grabbing it before squeezing, adding more lust to the kiss we were sharing. After a minute or so, he clutched my ass once again allowing me to educate his hands were still there. Then not a second after, he lifted me off the ground and sat me on the island counter. I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck, since the height between us was now realtively similar give or take a few inches. His hands were now resting on my thighs, travelling upwards gradually over the minutes we spent making out on the kitchen counter. 

The skirt surrounding my most private of parts, was now bunched at my waist leaving my red Lacy thong to show. He left his hands to rest on my thighs whilst he kissed down my neck and collarbone. Suddenly, he then raised his hands and pulled my top down past my breasts. Making me feel exposed. He smirked and then instantly latched his hands around my breasts and lips on my nipple, massaging them gently with his tounge. Whilst his mouth was focused on my chest, his hands wondered downstairs and rubbed me teasingly through the thin fabric of my panties. My moans getting louder, starting to echo through the already echoey kitchen.

Once he eventually pulled away from me, he spun my body around and pressed himself into my ass. As I was bent straight over the island counter. I stood up straight as he started to lift my skirt again. I then voiced my thoughts.

“No....”

“No ?”

I grabbed his hand and turned him around, so I could push him against the counter instead. I rushed the sweatpants down his legs and saw his decsion to go commando myself. His length springing upwards hitting my chin and then resting quietly in his abdomen. I grabbed it slowly and he took his shirt off rather quickly. I started to move my hand up and down his uniquely big cock and position my head to allow myself to lick the underside, whilst looking up at him. I focused primarily on the tip. Every so often, licking the slit of penis where pre cum was resting. The taste creating a few angelic like moans to erupt from my throat, vibrating through his large cock and inching him closer to orgasam. I kept pushing myself to keep going depite myself getting wet and needing attention. I gagged myself and we both moaned in sync. Nose brushing up against his v line.

I pulled away and he pulled me towards him to kiss him. I kissed back and forced myself to pull away so I could wrap my lips around him again. I started sucking harder and faster and then pulled away and used my hand at the same pace. Once he started getting closer, he pulled me hand away and placed it in between my breasts and started thrusting upwards, getting himself off. He leaned down to me and kissed my lips whilst thrusting faster. The silence of the kitchen broken by my moans and his hips slapping against my breasts. 

He stopped thrusting and kissed me more passionately before I pulled away and began to suck him off once again, twisting my hand around his cock as I did so. I started getting him off alot faster than I was so he would reach his finish. As soon as I felt him about too, I stopped and stood up. I walked away whilst readjusting my top and continued cleaning the counter like nothing had happened. He stormed over to me, his feet slapping against the floor and I turned around before he reached me.

“No, you can't do that !”

I thought about it for his sake only.

“Uh actually I can because I did....”

His hand grabbed my jaw and forced me to kiss him again. Not being able to resist, I did kiss back. His hand grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me to bend over the counter. The fabric of my skirt was pooled by our feet and my thong was ripped the moment he lost control. I wasn’t expecting him of all people to be so rough sexually but I'm not complaining. Although he did surprise me further. He wasn't as gentle anymore and plunged into me without allowing me to adjust. Luckily, although he was the biggest I've ever had...it wasn't that long until I did finally adjust.

“Fuck...Daniel. I don't think I can hold off much longer.”

“Don’t you dare Y/N.”

I released more powerful moans as I was struggling to keep the pleasure I was being put through in. I knew that if I let go now, he would keep going and I'd cry about overstimulation and I dont particularly feel like doing that today so I listened to him. His hips snapped against my ass as he plunged in and out of me. My eyes stretched wider as he sunk himself fully inside, now this is proof I've never had sex with someone so big. I started feeling like I needed to cry because of overstimulation from holding it in. To make matters worse he started to you with my clit whilst doing so. I felt like losing it completely. I didn't even feel like I exsisted. He was quite literally fucking me into my own Oblivion....and God did it feel insane. There's no words. 

“Daniel I c-"

“Hold it !”

He thrusted harder and to punish me for begging, shoved himself balls deep inside of me quite literally. I'm glad he decided to though. My fingers gripped the counter top and I screamed still trying to hold it in and a tear rolled down my face. 

“Y/n ?”

I moaned and nodded and yes at him.

“Let go for me beautiful.”

I screamed in relief and pleasure and couldn't even comprehend the heaven I was just sent too. I tried standing up but I was a little too weak. Daniel sat me on the counter -juices still dripping down my legs- before he grabbed me some chocolate and an ice cold glass of water and cleaned us both up until I was able to stand up normally and without help once again. I slipped on my skirt and finished my glass. He grabbed my glass and put it in the sink before kissing me on the cheek, slapping me on the bum and placing my money and a big tip on the counter. Then he walked off to the bathroom and I left. Feeling better about having to wake up to got to Daniel Gillies house everyday, if that was the treatment I'd get. 

OUTFIT

MASTERLIST

[lovelystarlings]

Chapter Two - Hermione Granger

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When Camille was a little girl, her mother and father used to tell her the tale of Lily Potter; the woman who saved her son with love, the same son who defeated the Dark Lord and survived the killing curse. Camille never realised that Harry Potter was the same age as her, nor did she realise how young he was when he defeated the Dark Lord. So as she sat opposite him, she gained an insane amount of respect for him.

"I thought Fred and George were just joking around but, god you're him?" Ron spoke, his eyes wide in anticipation as he leant forward at the same time as Camille slammed her book shut and got up, squashing next to the two boys; much to the embarrassment of Ron who was heavily blushing once again.

"Have you got the, um, you know?" He pointed to Harry's forehead.

Harry nodded and pulled his bangs back to show the lightning scar that sat right in the middle of his forehead.

"Is that where the Dark Lord, you know?" Camile uttered out quietly, not wanting to offend the boy in anyway but curious, as any person would be, as to how he survived the ultimate curse.

"Yes," Harry replied, "But I don't remember it very much. Some green light but nothing else."

"Wow," said Ron. He sat and stared at harry for a few minutes than snapped his head back to the window, realising what he was doing.

"So you two must know loads about magic already." Harry spoke, looking at Camille, who hadn't really spoken to much.

"Oh yes," Camille spoke, her hands falling into her lap to fiddle with her cardigan ends, she hated small talk. "In France I was lucky to be tutored by the headmistress of my older sister's school, Beauxbaton's. My mother insisted I wasn't behind with my education, so she had me start reading and learning a year early." She explained, both boys leaning forward, her French accent making it impossible not to listen.

"Though I heard you had to live with muggles, how was it?" She spoke, instantly regretting her question when a look of despair flashed across the boy's face before he covered it with a mask of tranquillity. "Yeah that must have been terrible. My mums got a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk about him." Ron began, Camille suspected that the Weasley's were one of the Sacred Twenty Eight, the twenty eight pure-blooded wizarding families, unfortunately the Delacour's were not a part of that twenty eight due to her grandmother being veela and her grandfather being a pureblood therefore leading to her mother being a half blood, breaking the Sacred Twenty Eight rules.

"Muggles are horrible -well, not all of them. My aunt and uncle and cousin are, though. Wish I'd had three wizard brothers or a wizard sister."

"Witch sister actually Harry, if you're gonna be a wizard you have to get the pronouns right."

"Five, actually" said Ron. For some reason, he was looking gloomy, but Camille supposed so would she if she had five versions of Fleur, one was quite enough. "I'm the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I've got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left -- Bill was head boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy's a prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good mark's and everyone thinks they're really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it's no big deal, because they did it first. You never get anything new, either, with five brothers. I've got Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand, and Percy's old rat."

He gently took the rat that had previously been asleep off of his lap to display to the group. "His name's Scabbers and he's useless, he hardly ever wakes up. Percy got an owl from my dad for being made a prefect, but they couldn't aff - I mean, I got stupid old Scabbers instead." Ron's ears went pink. He seemed to think he'd said too much, because he went back to staring out of the window.

Harry began to speak about his experience with muggles, how he had hand me down everything, and how he lived in a cupboard under the stairs, and how his aunt and uncle practically treated him like slave, or rather a house elf, Camille thought. Ron seemed to cheer up at the news that he wasn't the only unfortunate one in the carriage, and when both boys looked at Camille, as it were her turn to share the pity party, she froze. Despite having the perfect life to others, she had suffered from anxiety since she was a child due to an event that she wasn't quite ready to share just yet.

"My parents have always favoured my older sister over me, and it hurts you know. It's always about her, and her feelings, and how she succeeds, and sometimes I feel like I shouldn't be here you know? Like if my parents don't truly love me than who will. I mean they do all these things for me so they look good and fair enough but sometimes I wish they treated me like Fleur, and not some random that lives with them. Even when Fleur's boyfriend rap-" She cut herself off, her eyes beginning to water as she remembered how her parents had treated her after that. Her sister was just a loving as always, but naïve to the hardships that some faced, as she had never faced them herself.

Looking up at the two she felt a hand on her knee, Harry's hand to be specific.

"You don't have to carry on, it's okay." He spoke, Ron nodding in agreement, trying to find something to distract the poor girl.

"Hey look! We're out of London!" The redheaded boy pointed out the window as the trio smiled at the endless evergreen that surrounded them. They were finally on their way to Hogwarts.

Timed past quickly, and at half past twelve a faint knock was heard on the door of the compartment, waking Camille suddenly from her sleep, the book that had been rested on her face banging loudly as it fell to the floor, Camille bending down to pick it up awkwardly.

A smiling elderly woman poked her head around the sliding door gently, Harry and Ron already starting to thorough through their pockets for change. Camille assumed this was the trolley lady. 

"Anything off the trolley, dears?"

Ron made the decision to stay sat down and pulled out a bag of sandwiches that Mrs Weasley had obviously made, the French girl melting inside at the sweetness of his mother. He stared at the girl strangely, as if he expected her to get up like Harry.

"I left my money in the trunk," she shrugged, before going back to her book. She didn't need to eat anyway, as her mother had told her countless times.

Hearing a gasp from Ron, she lifted her head to see Harry return, arms filled with everything you could think off; chocolate frogs, every flavoured beans, blowing gum, pumpkin pasties (Camille's personal favourite) and cauldron cakes. He had basically bought out the whole trolley, making Ron's sandwiches look inferior compared to his full course meal or rather dessert.

"Bloody hell Harry. Hungry, are you?" Camille spoke, but was silent soon after as her stomach chose the wrong to rumble loudly, most likely the result of skipping breakfast and lunch.

"Bloody hell Camille. Hungry, are you?" Harry spoke mockingly, after taking a huge bite of his pasty and causing crumbs to spray everywhere.

"Harry!" Camille scolded, whipping her napkin out of her pocket to wipe off the crumps that had landed in her lap. "You never talk with your mouthful, it's vulgar!" She muttered to herself, Harry and Ron began to laugh at her antics as she furiously wiped her dress down, and threw the napkin onto the seat beside her, stomach rumbling once again.

"Camille?"

"Yes." The girl said frustratingly, blowing a stray hair that had fallen on to her forehead away, looking at the boy who lived in annoyance. She despised bad etiquette. "Would you like a pastry, in return for forgiveness for my devastatingly terrible manners in front of a lovely lady like you?" An annoying tone of confidence dripped from his words as Harry held out his hand, in it a pumpkin pastry.

"Well," Camille spoke slowly, hand reaching over to Harry's, "They are my favourite."

"You too, Ron. I'm not just gonna leave you with a beef sandwich." The boy who lived spoke, pushing a pasty over to the ginger boy. It was nice feeling, Camille thought as the three sat there munching their way through the endless pile of sweets, Mrs Weasley's homemade sandwiches far forgotten.

The countryside now flying past the window was becoming wilder. The neat fields had gone. Now there were woods, twisting rivers, and dark green hills. Excitement built in Camille, making her rather giddy as she thought of their arrival at Hogwarts.

There was a knock on the door of their compartment and a round-faced boy with shaking hand entered. He looked tearful, and Camille felt the need to give him a hug.

"Sorry," he said, "but have you seen a toad at all?"

When they shook their heads, he wailed, surprisingly loud considering they were on a train full of people, "I've lost him! He keeps getting away from me!"

"Well I'm sure he'll come back soon," spoke Camille in a matter of fact way, "We're on a train it's not like he can get far!"

"Yes, I suppose he will." The boy spoke miserably, before leaving their cabin in a hushed manner, heading straight to the opposite compartment, asking them the exact same question he had asked them.

"Don't know why he's so bothered," said Ron, patting the rat on his lap aggressively. "If I'd brought a toad, I'd lose it as quick as I could. Mind you, I brought useless old Scabbers, so I can't really talk."

"He might have died and you wouldn't know the difference," said Ron in disgust. "I tried to turn him yellow yesterday to make him more interesting, but the spell didn't work. I'll show you, look..." He rummaged around in his trunk and pulled out a very battered-looking wand. It was chipped in places and something white was glinting at the end.

"Unicorn hair's nearly poking out. Anyway."

He had just raised his wand when the compartment door slid open again. The toad less boy had returned, but this time he had a girl with him. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes, her puffy brown hair and front crooked teeth noticeable. But Camille thought that she was quite pretty.

"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one," she said. Ah, thought Camille, so Neville's his name.

"We already told him we haven't seen it but we'll let him know if we do." Camille spoke softly, pitying the poor boy, Neville, she corrected herself, who still had tears pouring down his cheeks.

The girl however seemed distracted at the sight of a wand, a smile appearing on her face as she began to step further into the compartment, sitting herself down next to Camille. "Are you doing magic? Show us then." Ron seemed taken aback at forwardness of the brunette girl, who had made herself comfortable nest to Camille, even going as far to rest gently on her shoulder; Camille had found her new best friend.

"Uh-ok?" He cleared his throat. "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."

Nothing happened, and Camille just had to let out a tiny giggle, not noticing the looks she gained from Harry and the girl beside her.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" said the girl. "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is, I've heard - I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough - I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you." She spoke extremely fast, Camille having issues simply catching her name.

Hermione. Camille thought. That's pretty.

"Oh, w-well thank you I guess." Camille was just about as red as Ron's hair. She hadn't meant to say that out loud.

"Um you're welcome. I'm Camille." She locked eyes with the bushy haired girl, immediately looking away when she saw Hermione was as red as she was.

"I'm Ron Weasley," Ron muttered, his mouth once again stuffed with food.

"Harry Potter," said Harry.

"Are you really?" said Hermione. "I know all about you, of course - I got a few extra books. for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century."

"Am I?" said Harry, feeling dazed.

"Goodness, didn't you know, I'd have found out everything I could if it was me," said Hermione. "Do either of you know what house you'll be in? I've been asking around, and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad. Anyway, we'd better go and look for Neville's toad. You three had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon."