#sorry lads hope you can cope

[strwberri-milk]

[tw: self harm]

hey i was wondering if you could write lads men with a reader who sometimes self harms?

sorry if this is too sensitive and i will completely respect you not wanting to write it, but would really appreciate it if you do. i have been feeling like that for a while and these characters bring me so much comfort that i wondered how they would react/treat me, as a self indulging coping mechanism haha

again thankyou for considering and it's alright if you don't end up doing this one considering the heavy subject matter🤍

ofc cw for heavy subject matter and i hope you can get the support you need - these topics are a little difficult to write sometimes so i hope you forgive any missteps i might make - they also are gonna be a little similar bci def think theyd react similairly

Of course he's concerned for you. He knows you didn't mean for him to walk in on you but the way you're hurting - both physically and mentally hurts him more than he could ever imagine. However, he refuses to make it about himself. None of this is about him - it's all about how you're struggling and clearly need his support.

Thankfully, he manages to keep calm throughout your entire exchange. He doesn't want his distress to make things even worse for you so he makes sure he keeps his tone of voice even, providing a caring presence for you to rely on. You don't know what to tell him and he'll tell you you don't need to tell him anything that you don't want to. He's more than willing to wait for you to be ready but he implores that you do not continue hiding your hurt from him.

Zayne reverts to bedside manner. It's because he panics a little, not sure what else to do in the face of this. He knows that at the very least, bedside manner would avoid him saying something jarring or hurting your feelings but once you're all cleaned up he immediately crumples. It's not physical as much as it's emotional, holding you tightly as he asks you not to hide from him anymore. He doesn't ask you to tell him what's wrong - just that you rely on him.

Xavier asks you what's wrong, bandaging you up quickly and trying to get you to focus on him. If you can't tell him he'll just sit quietly with you, holding you tightly as he tells you he'll wait. His eyes won't leave them, making sure that the dressing stays on because if he doesn't focus on something he thinks he'll accidentally makes things worse. He isn't the best with his words but he's comforting at least, distracting you with a quiet evening.

Rafayel doesn't say much which scares you even more. He quickly cleans you up and wraps up the wound effectively, looking at you gently as he quietly asks if you're alright. When you nod he takes you into bed with him, holding you close as he tells you that he doesn't expect you to tell him now, but eventually he'd like to know what ails you. You get the sense that he understands though, resting his chin on your head as he fills all your senses with him.

Sylus doesn't say much right away either, dressing your wounds and asking you to talk to him. You don't really know what to tell him right from the start, just mumbling incoherently as he just nods. He doesn't really mind the time that it's taking you to talk to him, glad that you're at least open to do so. He'll spend the evening with you, wanting you to take your time to come down from the emotional turmoil.

[clownery-and-fuckery]

Alright buckle up here's my actual genuine reaction....

First episode:

First of all, I regret asking for more Hemlock, this was fantastically awful, I will not be recovering.

Second of all, that shaved clone has done things to me. Horrible, horrid things that made me actually pause it and look away. It made me physically ill, it was the worst. Great, but the worst.

The passage of time really did fucking get to me BUT HER LITTLE PONYTAIL UGH

crosshair..... I need a moment

EMERIE !!!! CANT STAND HER !!!!!!!!!!! SNITCH ASS BITCH

I literally don't care that she was allowed to keep the doll, btw. I dont give a shit. I hope Emerie dies in a fire.

nala se.... ew............

I think the whole episode was just pure horror, it was so fucking disgusting to watch, idk about you guys but watching the clone who had probably faced the true horror of SCI-FI warfare crying alone in his cell genuinely had me pausing the episode. Really great work there, Jennifer, I will be billing you for my therapy

Crosshair and Omega bonding !!! The little "What's your mission objective" was definitely a tactic he used on his brothers to have them pay attention, I refuse to acknowledge that he's the youngest, he just isn't. That's big brother keeping his little brother(s) on task behaviour.

Everything about Hemlock gave me chills. I love him. I hate him. I hope his guts cover the screen. I am fascinated by him.

I had a sneaking suspicion Emerie was taken under Hemlock's wing, and her undoing will be her endless loyalty to him... they did not have to say it as obviously as that, though. Glad they did.

Crosshair is sick. There is no way you show us all these sick, dying clones then Crosshair and expect us not to figure that out. He's going to die. His shaking is just the first symptom. I am not ready.

I definitely have more smaller notes I will make once I am not sobbing hysterically about it !!!!

Episode two!!:

This is the one that made me cry, actually.

Watching Wrecker and Hunter march in, quiet and covered in countless injuries, made me so sad. I couldnt recognise them. Those aren't my lads.

Wrecker begging hunter not to go because people didn't make it back.... hunter I get you're desperate, but you will NOT survive another brother being killed. I can't bear to watch him tear himself apart and neither can Wrecker.

WEEPED LIKE AN ACTUAL BABY WHEN I SAW THOSE CLONE BABIES.... THEYRE TOO YOUNG.

"99ers???" THERES FUCKING MORE ??????? I want to know the lore behind this line particularly.

Theyre so cute..... they're so CUTE ugh sedate me immediately

THE WAY HUNTER WAS LOST AT THE START BTW WITH THE TECH AND HE WAS GETTING FRUSTRATED AND HE IMMEDIATELY LOOKED TO OMEGAS STUFF AND LET HIS GRIP LOOSEN ON THE DATAPAD HE WSS THINKING OF HIS YOUNGEST TWO SIBLINGS I WILL NEVER FUCKING RECOVER DAVID AND JENNIFER LET THEM BE HAPPY !!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyways that little fucker who was good with tech..... I see you. I love you.

They were so used to letting Tech do his thing.... they immediately moved to cover fire....... for a second they forgot it wasnt him, I'm weak

THE CRATE FROM S1 YOU HORRIBLE BASTARDS WHEN WILL YOU LET ME DIE

wrecker playing with the kids..... laughing with them....... ohh i will not cope when he dies.

Hes going to die, btw. In case you didn't know. I know. I am aware. I am unprepared. I dont want to discuss it.

PABU..... THEYRE GOING TO PABU WHEN I TELL YOU I SOBBED. MY MOTHER HAD TO HOLD ME. I WAS INCONSOLABLE FOR FIFTEEN WHOLE MINUTES!!!!!!

i cannot express my feelings for this episode.

Episode three!!!!!!:

I want that man. Yes, i do mean that masked man we saw for two seconds, I want him.

The Emperor had me actually screaming. I was so hyped. He scares me so bad.

Hemlock!!!!!! Evil !!!!!!!! CUNT !!!!!!!!!!!!

nala se was so obvious about her "Get tf out" speech..... why don't you say it louder, the whole fucking room couldn't hear you

The fucking timer. Chills. CHILLS.

Crosshair and Omega !!!! He was so unserious I love that

....sorry to all the lovers tho, have to say i DIED laughing at his "gUaRdS"

And the SCREAM he scrumpt when the door opened, who allowed that 😭😭 it was so fucking funny whbeisbwiba

They were so messy this entire ep, they're everything to me......

"Of course he did" DO YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING DIE ?!?!?!? WHO FUCKING GAVE YOU THE RIGHT CAUSE IT WASNT FUCKING ME

Crosshairs trigger finger shaking so bad he gave his position away....... that's a major fucking problem, isn't it? That's gonna bite him in the ass.

I want more of Hemlock having a damn tantrum, that was fantastic. Him this season has me in a chokehold. I can't wait to write more of him.

This entire season so far is amazing. I can't wait to watch more, there are so many more points I wanna make, I'm freaked. I'm so happy, I'm still crying, I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Making more coherent thoughts about them soon <3

[miintsprigz]

I decided to liveblog my thoughts on the new amazing digital circus episode!

Another long post incoming…

But uh SPOILERS!!!

•Oh this is a nightmare…just based on the weird movements…

•That’s such a terrifying nightmare legitimately. I know the “I don’t wanna play with you anymore” jokes will abound but…imagine if she DOES actually abstract at some point. And this was foreshadowing. Also, the fact that she’s so terrified of being forgotten… Oh honey… we could never forget you!

•I don’t ship them (PLEASE DONT KILL ME) but Ragatha and Pomni are so sweet. But goshdangit Ragatha your fEELINGS MATTER STOP FAWNING.

•THE GIANT BUBBLE BLEEP AHAHA

•”Zooby” PFFT.

•LARPING. SO POMNI’S CANONICALLY ONE OF US HUH, GIANT DWEEB (affectionately)

•Idk why but I really like that gummy elephant. It’s so cute!

•”They’ve even got little candy bugs here!” D’AWW.

•So…Caine’s God, huh.

•”I’m not a child you don’t have to hype me up.” Fair point. Still get icked out by r34 tho.

•”I call shotgun!” Ok I admit he’s fun at times.

•PLEASE LET GANGLE HAVE ONE NICE THING I BEG OF YOU

•The graphics did get a serious upgrade. I love it.

•Huh, so the AI have personalities even when they aren’t being watched, if the gummy bandits are AI.

•Ok never mind Jax is a pain again.

•YEAH YOU CUSS HIM OUT POMNI!

•Aw well at least Kinger is trying to help.

•”Now I have no bridge!” EAT IT RABBIT

•Gosh this really is so silly I like it.

•Jax makes me hate him more almost every time he opens his mouth.

•DID HE JUST SHOVE RAGATHA IN THE FACE?! AND BLACKMAIL POOR GANGLE?!

•Sorry I’ll stop talking about Jax, I just really don’t like him (love him as a character, pisses me off as a person).

•OH GOSH NOT THE GLITCHING VEHICLE

•Oh no that poor gummy dude! I love his Aussie accent too (I think he’s an Aussie)

•OH SHOOT HE GLITCHED THROUGH THOSE ARE MODELS!

•Yeah that must be unnerving. Poor guy.

•There’s our girl!

•”Under the map” makes me think she designed it. “What are you on about?” Makes me think he IS an AI. But he’s becoming self aware. “Where’s mum…” oh no this poor guy…

•Aw Pomni is being nice to him.

•Well I love this fella already. …but I already know…things…hhhhhhhhhh.

•Hah, Willy Wonks reference.

•OH SHOOT ITS A RAGGEDY ANN MOVIE REFERENCE. Fudge is silly, I kinda love him. But also YIKES HE ATE PEOPLE.

•”Is it really murder if it’s delicious?” FFFFFFF

•I STILL HATE JAX BY THE WAY, please don’t kill me for that. Really only cares about himself, I so badly want to see him get his just desserts. I’m sorry if you love him, I love to hate him, I promise it’s nothing personal

•Poor gummy havin a crisis. I wanna hug him.

•See Pomni is actually nice. Imo anyway. She wants to help she’s just nervous. Attagirl, Pomni. You’re trying your best.

•I’m seeing the I Have No Mouth references. And AW she’s inviting him to come with!!! Good lass.

•POMNI DEVELOPMENT!!! I LOVE HER SO MUCH!!! BEST GIRL!!!

•Gummigoo, good lad good lad

•Her knowledge on the programming. Her KNOWLEDGE. EEEEE.

•AWWW THEIR LITTLE SMILES

•This is an oddly pretty landscape here, with the teapots.

•Kinger with a bucket on his head HAHAHA

•”I don’t think she really likes me that much.” Honey if only you saw what ONE EPISODE spawned in regards to art of you two.

•KINGER IS THE TEAM DAD. I REPEAT, KINGER IS THE TEAM DAD! “I remember when you were new here too…” And just like that, he lost it.

•OWCH FUDGE GOT BONKED.

•PFFT ya know as a mildly emetophobic person, I normally hate vomit jokes, but these are kind of funny.

•”Good to see you lads.” AWWW.

•Aw the duplicate worked out.

•”I’m so unbelievably disappointed right now” GOOD, COPE SEETHE MALD

•Pomni is genuinely a sweetie. We can see it now. I love that.

•Also the Princess is lovely, I adore her, hope we see her again.

•Oh shoot. Big boom. OH NO FUDGE.

•NO!!!! GUMMIGOOOOOO!!!! I knew it was coming but STILL.

•It’s so sad that she got all this development and now it seems like she’s back at stage one

•Could gummi have been human after all? Is that why Caine looked horrified???

•BRING HIM BACK PLEASE!!!!

•Awww Zooble’s little comfort.

•Oh shoot, funeral for Kaufmo…that’s so sad… aw… that’s good though. It’s how they keep their humanity.

•LEMME HUG THEM PLEASE!!! AW RAGATHA HONEY ITS OK

•AWWW GANGLE’S DRAWING!! THEY WERE BUDDIES… AAAA

•Even Zooble seems sad. Zooble’s nice deep down too I think, they’re just apathetic. And who can really blame them? When you’re stuck in a digital reality, completely disconnected from your own humanity, sometimes that’s how you cope.

•Notice the only one NOT MOURNING is FRIGGIN JAX. What a dingus.

•I really love seeing a resolution to Pomni’s nightmare, where she realizes that people would miss her, and that they would mourn her if she was gone. I think that’s an important thing for her to realize. I guess she isn’t back at stage one after all.

•I WANT A PLUSHIIIIIIE

•But yeah, this episode was absolutely amazing, it made me feel so many emotions, and I can’t wait to obsess over the TV tropes page with all of its new details!

[beneathashadytree]

Hi Maya! is the ask box open? if yes id like to request a LaD smau pwease🥺 if not then i hope you could save this request in your archieve and would still be willing to take it for later🥺🥺

i was in my sad hour and i was thinking how’d the boys would text a dead mc as a way to cope with their loss? extra angst if mc died on a mission and the boys hadn’t confessed/expressed their feelings? it was on their mind but hadnt get a chance to do it kinda situation???

thank you btw!❤️

xoxo!!!

(To anyone else reading this, my requests are still closed!! These are just old requests I had in my inbox🫶🏽)

Oh my God. When I saw this request in my inbox a month ago, I knew this would destroy me once I got to it. And it did. Nonnie, I love you but I fear the people will blame your big brain for all the tears they’ll shed because I can NEVERRRRR handle death😭😭😭 I’m horrible with grief in real life too, actually. I end up overworking myself as a distraction and driving myself to the brink of sanity by ignoring all of my problems, basically. Anyways, I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this, but I do hope this was worth the wait!! I posted it right here🫶🏽🫶🏽

[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

So, for a couple of years now, I've been reading the old X-Men comics of the 70s & 80s, and a few recent issues from '87 have given me a great idea for an AU.

Ready?

Dazzler!Izuku 😀

So, Izuku is born with a quirk that allows him to transform sound into photonic energy. Anything from generating benign blobs of light that move, pulsate, and change color in relation to whatever music he's listening to (tho, this can be weaponized too; during the sludge villain attack, Izuku overwhelms the villain's eyes with a fantastic light show that leaves him catatonic), to concentrating a single, loud noise into a laser beam that deals concussive damage.

Izuku would, of course, gravitate towards Present Mic as a mentor. And he would team up well with Jirou.

So, what do you think?

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY TO, SCHOOL AND MY MENTAL HEALTH FUCKED ME OVER. I have had half of this in my queue for about 3 months, ya bitch was just burnt tf out 💀

But dude, I absolutely fucking love this 😭😭

Heads up, my knowledge of physics is limited so I’m not going to be talking much about the actual details of his quirk until after I learn more about it, but I hope you enjoy!!!

Izuku who makes physics jokes.

He has shirts with physics puns on them. A shirt that says, “the photon checked into the hotel and was asked if it had any bags, it said, “no thanks, I’m traveling light!”

Reminds me of the time I was dual enrolling and in my psychology class, I said, “I once asked the librarian if she had a book on Pavlov’s dog and Schrödinger’s cat. She said it rung a bell but she wasn’t sure if it was there or not!”

I thought I was so funny, but everyone else hated me.

Izuku is that kid. He does that shit

Inko loves it, she thinks her son is hilarious. Mic loves it. The little lister is so smart! Nezu has a goddamn field day. Aizawa is so tired, but secretly likes the jokes. He face palms every time and acts like it’s the end of the world, but he does like them. Midnight thinks it’s great, she asks izuku for more jokes/puns all the time. Mainly to annoy Aizawa. But still. BRUH, MISS JOKE. SHE LOVES THIS LITTLE SHIT. I honestly feel like all might wouldn’t understand most of them, but he’d love them anyway.

Izuku: I was studying frequencies, but now my brain Hertz.

He accidentally freaks people out the first few weeks in the dorm because they’re not used to it/expecting it.

The number of times mina asks for mood lighting

I really want to drive home that he makes an unholy amount of puns

He doesn’t even try to, it just happens so naturally. Shouto has theorized that it’s a secondary quirk.

You have spoken directly to my soul with mentor mic (and Jirou/izuku friends)

They’d all work so well together though

Mic brings him to Put Your Hands Up Radio not only to work with his quirk, but to help with his nerves

It is no secret that izuku is a nervous lad, but I raise you, mic was also a nervous lad (personal headcanon, but you cannot tell me that lad doesn’t have generalized anxiety)

Mic helps izuku gain some coping mechanisms (or coping mic-anisms if you will (thank you, thank you))

Mic is a nerd, izuku is a nerd, Jirou is cool, but a nerd. Jirou, similar to Aizawa, rolls her eyes at the physics puns, but does she think they’re funny? Yes. Yes, she does. They defends izuku when people mock his puns

Mic couldn’t be prouder of his children

Thank you for the ask! I hope you enjoyed! Sorry it was kinda short 😅

[your-divine-ribs]

No Nut November Part 3

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You try to tempt Van to fail the challenge by putting on a show for him // use of sex toys // it’s just really dirty I’m so sorry ha ha 🤭

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Part 1 Part 2

Despite a tricky start to November for Van he copes with week one very admirably. You're quite impressed, not that you'd admit it to his face.

As for you, you find that your own sexual appetite is piqued more than usual whenever your mind strays to your latest sexual encounter, reliving the feeling of letting your inhibitions completely go as you took what you wanted from Van. There was something extremely liberating about it, and it's bolstered your sexual confidence to new levels. That only makes your situation all the more frustrating as you find yourself wishing and hoping that Van slips up and you catch him having a crafty wank behind closed doors. You just haven't decided on a suitable form of punishment yet... well punishment in the loosest of terms. You're starting to suspect that Van's secretly harbouring a submissive kink that you're only too happy to help him discover.

The following Friday rolls around and Van's attention is taken by music making and rehearsals with the band and your boredom sees you flicking aimlessly through social media to while away the hours.

You sigh in frustration as yet another advert pops up on Instagram... there really are too many adverts on this app. You go to scroll quickly by, but then the name of the website being advertised and the fact that there's a 40% sale on catches your eye. It's the adult toy website that you'd been looking at with Van a few weeks back. You never made a purchase at the time but with your mission in mind you decide that now might be a good time for a little shopping spree.

Last time you and Van visited Ann Summers together you were far too embarrassed and flustered to linger long in the aisles, quickly shoving a small vibrator and a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs into your basket before racing to the till to pay. It's a different experience altogether shopping online though. You can peruse at your leisure with no embarrassment at all, but some of the items still make you blush nevertheless. Thirty minutes later you're fishing in your handbag for your credit card and selecting next day delivery, a huge grin on your face and sinful thoughts running through your head whilst you start to plot exactly how you're going to entice Van into losing the challenge.

You step out of the shower and reach for a big fluffy towel off the bale, wrapping it around yourself and securing it at your chest. You'd slipped out of bed and into the shower whilst Van was still dozing and you wonder whether he's awake yet. Last night you'd met all the lads in the pub and Van was a little tipsy, his affectionate touches quickly turning needy by the time you'd stumbled home and into bed which was always his way. You'd resisted steadfastly, reminding him that it was still only the 9th of November and asked him if he was struggling now, how was he going to feel by the 19th? He'd just huffed grumpily at that, mumbling something about 'your stupid idea' and turning over in bed, quite literally giving you the cold shoulder, finally drifting off into a restless sleep.

You'd been dismayed at the time, wondering whether this was still such a good idea, and who was really benefiting from Van's abstinence, but then you'd reminded yourself of your plan and you'd drifted off to sleep with a warm glow between your thighs and a smile on your lips.

"Mmm... what time is it?" Van's sleep-heavy voice drifts across to you as you sit down on the bed, reaching for your tube of body lotion.

"It's just after 9," you reply, not turning around to face Van. You can see his reflection quite clearly in the large vanity mirror sitting on your dressing table. "Thought I'd let you sleep in as I presumed you'd have a sore head this morning."

"S'not sore, it's just..."

His voice trails off as he rolls over on to his back to see you sitting on the end of the bed, bath towel pooled around your hips, bare breasts jiggling tantalisingly in the reflection of the mirror as you massage the lotion into your arms.

"Huh?" You do turn around then, swivelling your body around to fully face Van, keeping a neutral expression even though his slack jaw and wide eyes are making it hard to suppress the smug smile that's threatening to surface.

"What?"

"You were just about to say something weren't you?"

"Oh... I... errr... I forgot what I was going to say now."

You turn away from Van, rising up off the bed, squeezing more lotion into your palm and then rubbing it between your hands to warm it up. It's still cold on your shower-warm skin, delicate goose-bumps breaking out over your body as you massage it over your neck and upper chest, moving down towards the swell of your breasts. You don't need to look at Van's reflection now. You can feel the heat of his gaze on you as he watches on. You take your time smoothing the lotion over your breasts, cupping them in your hands, kneading at your flesh. Your nipples had already pebbled at the feel of the cool air hitting them when you'd shed your towel, and the feel of the cool lotion on them just makes them peak all the more. You let your fingers pinch at them a little, your breathing deepening from the sensation. You're aware of Van shifting on the bed behind you but he stays quiet. Satisfied that he's enjoying the show you squeeze out yet more lotion and start massaging it over your tummy and down over your hips, bending over so Van has a perfect view of your ass. You hear the bed creak as he changes position again and this time he doesn't stay quiet.

"Fucking 'ell Y/N, what are ya trying to do to me, eh?"

You straighten up immediately, turning around to face him in all your naked glory, your skin flushed and deliciously dewy from your skin-care routine, a look of pure innocence on your face.

"What do you mean? I'm just getting ready."

"Oh, come off it. You're deliberately trying to turn me on aren't ya?"

He's sitting up in bed now, the covers draped low over his hips, his hair all mussed and a mischievous smile gracing his lips. A quick glance down clearly shows the bed-sheets tented in his lap and you let your eyes linger there purposefully to show that you've noticed.

"Turn you on? I'm just moisturising. It's part of my daily routine. It's not my fault literally everything gives you a hard-on is it?"

You bite back amusement, managing to maintain your demure expression as Van narrows his eyes at you. "You're telling me you're not trying to tease me right now? I don't believe you."

"Honestly I'm not," you lie, turning away from him and reaching for your silk robe from the back of the dressing table chair, shrugging it on but not bothering to fasten it. "If I was deliberately trying to tease you, you wouldn't have to ask if I was. You'd know about it for sure."

You hesitate, hoping your plan's going to work, titivating your hair in the mirror whilst you wait. It's quiet and you wonder whether Van's going to take the bait, but he does as predicted, and your pulse quickens in anticipation of your next move.

"What's that supposed to mean then, huh?"

You turn to face him, slowly, perching on the edge of the dressing table and leaning casually back propped on your hands, cocking your head back.

"If I was really trying to tease you you'd have lost the challenge already."

"Is that so?"

There's a flicker of something in Van's eyes, a fiery determination. He's so sure he's going to win this but he really doesn't appreciate the fact that you're not going to make things very easy for him. In fact you're prepared to play dirty. Very dirty.

"Uh-huh," you smile, letting your robe fall open fully. "You wouldn't be able to help yourself."

You spread your legs a little but not enough to be obvious. Not yet.

Nevertheless Van's gaze drops down immediately between your thighs and you wonder if he can see how aroused you are. The wild thoughts that have been running through your head all morning have definitely been firing you up and you can feel wetness coating your inner thighs, a steady pulse stirring you through.

"Sounds like a challenge to me," Van says, his voice low. His finally drags his eyes upwards again to meet yours and they're simmering with heat. It's intoxicating, the way that he looks at you with all that hunger. You can feel your confidence swelling and your inhibitions falling away. It's time to push the boundaries now and really tempt him to break his control.

"Maybe it is..."

"Well go on then... challenge accepted."

You reach down to grasp the handle of your dressing table drawer, sliding it open and feeling around inside for a specific object. You maintain eye contact with Van as your fingers alight on what you were looking for, ramping up the anticipation as you hesitate for a moment. His tongue darts out to swipe over his lower lip and he shifts again where he sits but he stays quiet, waiting, his face a mask of curiosity.

"I have a little surprise for you..."

Your heart's pounding now, matching the throbbing pulse between your legs. You curl your fingers around one of your new purchases, taking a deep breath before you slowly withdraw your hand, finally revealing your seductive plan to Van.

"Fucking 'ell," he breathes, eyes bugging out of his head, mouth falling open in surprise as he watches you in wonderment, the sultry temptress, extending your tongue to lick at the shaft of the large, thick vibrator that you're holding. "When did ya buy that?"

"Oh I just ordered it the other day when I was bored," you say nonchalantly, spreading your legs even wider. "Was missing your cock, so I thought that this might help..."

You place the tip of the toy on your lips, suckling gently on the end, teasing him.

He swallows, hard, his eyes pooling with heat, his voice raspy as he speaks. "And... does it?"

You shrug. "I dunno... shall we find out?"

You can hardly believe what you're doing, putting on a show for Van like this. You've touched yourself in front of him before but always when you've been in bed, exploring your own and each other's bodies together. Now it's just you, totally exposed and in the spotlight with him as the captive audience. If you'd realised how powerful it would make you feel though you'd have done this a long time ago. You can feel the adoration and desire radiating off of him as he looks on eagerly, not quite believing his eyes.

You flick the switch on the base of the vibrator to a gentle hum as Van watches on, bringing it down between your spread legs and brushing the tip lightly over your clit. A small sigh escapes you and you press it harder against your skin, a shiver coursing through you. "Mmm..."

"You're not playing fair."

Van's voice is thick and choked, his eyes glazing with lust as he watches you lower the toy to your entrance, running it over your folds, coating it in the juices of your arousal.

"Want me to stop?" You ask, a sly grin on your lips which pull into a small O as you work the toy over your sensitive nub again, your slickness enhancing the feeling.

"No... no... don't stop," Van blurts, his face flushing as he squirms on the bed, the bedsheets falling away from his erect cock which looks temptingly hard, just begging for attention. You fix your eyes on it, making a show of licking your lips.

"Feels so good," you murmur breathily, your inhibitions melting away. "I really wish it was you though... it doesn't feel as good as you do."

You run the vibrator against your slit before starting to push the tip inside you. It's so much bigger than your previous purchase which is a small, discreet, slim model that keeps you company whilst Van's on tour. You'd been too embarrassed in the shop to go for anything more daring. In contrast this one is long and thick and much more life-like, and you're already anticipating how good it's going to feel when it stretches you out.

"I wish it was me too," Van whines. "God I wanna fuck you so bad right now. You wouldn't believe how much."

"Too bad you can't though, huh?" You taunt, your arousal growing by the second, the power you hold over Van at that moment like a hit of the most addictive drug.

You start to push the toy further inside you, taking your time, watching Van's reactions, the way his eyes blaze hungrily and his hands fist at the bedsheets. His bottom lip's pulled in between his teeth, bitten in frustration. A low groan leaves his throat.

"Fuck..." you breathe, long and drawn out as the vibrator moves deeper inside you, your walls fluttering around it as it slides against your slickness. The vibrations pulse through you, intensifying the sensation of fullness. You allow yourself a moment to compose yourself, leaning back further on the dresser, spreading your legs as wide as they'll go.

"You really wanna see this?"

His reply is immediate, words spilling from him quickly. “Yeah, show me... wanna see you... please."

And it's the 'please' that really gets to you, travelling straight to your core, the way he says it, the neediness in his voice. He's in absolute awe of you, wrecked before you've even touched him. And god, how you want to touch him. You want to tear him apart with your bare hands and then piece him back together again, tease him until he's begging with tears in his pretty eyes.

"Please babe..."

So you grant him his wish, pulling the vibrator back and driving it inside you again, slow at first, over and over, moaning loudly as it catches a delicious spot deep inside you at every downward thrust. You try to keep your eyes on Van's but you can feel them rolling back involuntarily, fluttering shut as waves of pleasure make you clench around it.

You just fuck yourself even harder, deep enough that you can't control the whimpers falling from your lips, your hips rocking back and forth. You're almost lost in the moment but then you hear Van groaning softly and your eyes snap open to catch his hand straying towards his dick, his body shuddering as his fingertips brush over the head.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

The words burst from you, sharp and harsh, shocking even you. Van's mouth falls agape but he doesn't stop, not right away, tentative fingers wrapping around his dick, desperate for some relief. You're sure you've broken his will and you immediately stop what you're doing, withdrawing the vibrator, already missing the sensation.

"I'm sorry babe... I'm sorry. Don't stop, please don't stop. I'll be good..."

His voice is strained and gruff, breathless, his eyes dark and blown. It's taking him all his willpower and restraint not to forego the challenge but he'd rather torture himself by watching you get yourself off. Just as suspected your denial is his sweetest torment... and in turn his obedience is your greatest turn on.

"Good boy," you purr and you swear you practically see his soul leave his body at those two words.

He moves his hand away quickly, his fingers flexing needily, grasping again uselessly at the sheets. His neglected cock stands rigid and stiff, the flushed tip weeping pre-cum. You lick your lips again, imagining positioning yourself over him and sliding down on it, how good it would feel to fuck yourself hard on him but you resist, knowing the longer you hold off the more satisfying the reward will be for both of you.

So you resume your sleazy show for Van, propping one foot on the back of the dressing table chair to afford him a better view as you tease your entrance with the vibrator before inching it inside you once again. You've ramped up the vibrations this time and it makes you tremble as you hold it in place, locating your g spot and applying more pressure until you feel the waves of pleasure start to swell.

"Oh Van," you moan, knowing how he loves to hear you call his name in the throes of passion even though he's not the cause of it this time.

"Baby... fuck... you look so good. Make yourself come, please... I really wanna see you come."

You tip your head back, your free hand rising up to tug at your stiffened nipples. You slide the toy fully out, feeling the wetness trickling down your inner thighs, using your slick to slide the tip over your clit in tight strokes that make your whole body quake. You're so close.

You force your eyes open to look at Van, loving the yearning etched on his face and the fire in his eyes, the way his hips are bucking upwards like he's imagining driving his cock inside you. He looks so good like this, but all you can think is how much better he'd look if he was cuffed to the bed, helpless and vulnerable and needy whilst you edged him relentlessly until he was a ruined, gorgeous mess. Your usually self-assured, in-control boyfriend, fucked out and desperate and begging for his release.

The wicked thoughts just push you closer to the brink of your own high and you whimper and tremble as your hips snap up harshly to meet the source of your pleasure. You're lost now, a desperate goal to reach your climax eroding all other thoughts.

"I'm gonna come!" You announce, fixing your eyes on Van's, soaking up the need in his as he watches you start to fall apart, twitching and writhing against the dresser. It feels good and you let that fact show, your breathy moans filling the room as the swells of your orgasm begin to ripple through you.

"Oh god... oh fuck... feels so good," you moan, dragging it out even when the waves start to subside, not wanting to lose Van's undivided attention.

Not that you need to worry. He sits there transfixed, leaning back against the headboard, his eyes glazed and his skin flushed, trying to rein in his desire. Small beads of perspiration adorn his bare chest and his forehead, giving him a lustrous sheen, his hair sticking to his forehead. He's so tightly wound he looks like a bomb that's ready to explode.

Perfect.

You sigh deeply, leaning back against the furniture for a moment to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling deeply, loving the fact that your normally talkative boyfriend has been rendered speechless by your display. You suppose you should feel sated but in truth you feel like you're only just warming up, your body and your mind revving up for the main event.

You watch Van squirm, the desire so thick running through his veins that he doesn't know quite what to do with himself.

"Told you didn't I? That you'd know if I meant to tease you?"

You let a smirk dance on your lips, teasing, knowing. It's a question you don't expect an answer to but he gives one anyway, still caught under your spell.

"S'not fair you know... you winding me up like this."

"Didn't hear you complaining when you were begging me not to stop."

You raise an eyebrow playfully, your smile widening into a cheeky grin as you toss the vibrator down carelessly on to the bed next to him, grasping the edges of your robe and finally covering up your body, withdrawing from Van whilst he's still teetering on the edge of control. It's all about timing now and you can't linger too long. You don't want to give him chance to cool off too much and lose that sense of needing you. You quickly step towards the bedroom doorway.

"Hold on... where ya going?"

Van calls after you and you pause in your tracks, swivelling around to face him, taking in his dazed expression. "Oh I've got loads to do today, I'm making my mum a cake, then I've got to ring round and see who's coming to Benji's party. Might clear out the garage after lunch..."

You tick off the jobs on your fingers, purposefully calm and collected, not like you've just put on a show that would make a porn star blush. Van looks on disbelievingly.

"What? After that? You're just going to go off and do chores? But what about..." he pauses, pulling the covers up over his lap, covering his erection. "What about me?"

You laugh then, shaking your head, letting your smugness show, delighted with yourself. "What about you? Thought you said this'd be easy?"

"B.... B... but..."

You don't let him finish, turning on your heel and heading for the door, firing a suggestion over your shoulder as your parting shot. "Another cold shower maybe?"

Part 4

[awesomefringey]

I've been enjoying the memes and how hilarious the fandom's been on how harry is the drama, a lot to handle ect; regarding waoyf lyrics and yeah i get it the song is from louis' point of view. On the other hand, can we take a min to look at the picture and think over louis' case ? I mean from the lyrics he's hangover and we can suppose it's not the first occurence. I'm thinking it could also be like a "angry princess 'cause her boyfriend got smashed again with the lads" scenario and that instead of expressing it as would be the simpler approach, she gives the silent treatment to get the point across... So I'd say louis may be right complaining about said silent treatment but he was the one being the annoying drunk boyfriend (i mean getting smashed to the point of hangover isn't good in my book but that might just me lol) instead of spending quality time with his princess so i'd say 50/50 there 😌

Hi nonnie, if this is your conclusion that’s wonderful. Please don’t feel dismissed by what I will say. I should preface it by saying I don’t believe in autobiographical songs as much, but I do believe certain lyrics have a special meaning to Louis, and the overall sentiment of songs is what he identifies and connects with.

In WAOYF, I think the storyline of the song is a couple stuck in a certain conflict dynamic. Louis has only woken up and can immediately feel something’s off. He is not willing to face it or confront it, and since this pattern is so familiar to him, he leans back and waits.

What I hear isn’t an “out of his diary” moment, but a playful narrative to describe what happens when his lover gives him the cold shoulder, and how he’s going through the motions of coping with his insecurity. Mentally ramping up for whatever dispute could come, but emotionally yearning for the love.

I can very much relate to that and these sort of dynamics (in different shape or forms) happen to long term couples all the time and it’s very important to work out strategies that both feel seen. Sorry that was a bit more than I meant to write about this. I hope you still enjoyed it. 💜

[monstersandmaw]

I have to admit, one of my favorite ocs of yours is Er’Athien, shy awkward and sweet buggy bean that I would crochet a scarf for and have tea with in a heartbeat QAQ)

Question Set: 1,2,3,7,11,15,35,37

And B! For creator questions! Since I know they are an older character in a one shot story. <:))) S-sorry for all the questions!

Oh goodnes, never worry about too many questions! It's lovely to be asked! Thank you! Er'Athien was a really fun lad to write (so long ago now, oh my goodness!)

1. What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Approximately 11 seconds, probably. He likes to keep busy, and gets nervous if he's not doing something practical.

2. How easy is it for your character to laugh?

Very! He laughs at most things, even if it's a nervous reaction.

3. How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

He takes care of his chitinous carapace a little (scrubbing/brushing) and then waits for his partner to come and join him. He reads to calm down, I think.

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

His planet is a mix of dry deserts and lush jungles, and he's spent time in both landscapes, so if he sees an orchid-like plant, or feels/hears fine sand, he gets a bit nostalgic. Luckily, aboard a spaceship, the latter doesn't happen very often.

11. How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

Not well - he's easily flustered, but he's not afraid to ask for help (unless it's the rather specific problem he runs into in his story...)

15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

Clipped speech, short, nervous sentences, lots of clicking of mandibles as he struggles to get his hardware around the common language...

35. How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?

Very supportive and will do anything for someone he thinks is worthwhile. He's shy and reserved, so he doesn't immediately jump in to support everyone overtly (he'd help someone who asked for it though), but once he's your friend, he'd do anything to make sure you succeed.

37. Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)?

He's terrible with names, particularly of other species, so yeah, he probably translates them as best he can to his own language and uses the rhythmical clicking to prompt the word in common...

B) What inspired you to create them?

I wanted to do a non humanoid alien, and I really like mantises, so when I got an anon asking for a body-shy alien, I figured something different from humans would work well for the prompt :)

Thank you so much (also thank you for remembering such an old character!)! Hope you have a lovely day!

(uncommon oc asks here)

[unrepentantspoilsport]

What are your thought s abt Kim and harry? Saw ur post abt harry as an extension to eyes and was wondering if you see Kim seeing harry as Harry by the end of the good ending

I am not a gamer in any meaningful sense of the word, I had never played an rpg before DE but my friend who got me into it is super into rpgs in general. After that first playthrough she explained some rpg tropes i had no idea about, like the fact that it's super common to interpret chemistry between main characters and their companions just because they're...companions. They're helpful and concerned about you/the mc because that's their job in the game. I saw the appeal of kim/harry when I played the first time I think because I fell for this, basically.

Having played a few times now I find kim/harry as a romantic/amorous/they're getting married thing completely insane and not appealing at all. I can see them hooking up but the idea that at the end of the game kim is in love with harry I don't see at all. I also never saw what seems to be a pretty common interpretation of kim: that he was sitting in a room having no fun or life at all until harry came along and pulled him out of his shell. I see kim as having had his own entirely actualized existence and rich inner life, then getting himself put on this case and being distant at first because he's temporarily partnered with an amnesiac alcoholic then warming up as the investigation goes on because that's pretty much how it would go if this were a real situation.

I think the interpretation of their relationship comes down to whether you prefer a pretty objectively wild fantasy of romance or a more down to earth reading of them as how people would actually act. people like kim who actually exist do not fall in love with amnesiac drunks after knowing them for five-ish days. in a made up fictional story, sure they could, but because i personally related to that experience of kim's that is hinted at through the stuff about eyes (losing a parent at a very young age, losing a partner, being very closely affected by addiction, being subsequently traumatized, uptight, and hard to get to know) i absolutely cannot see how falling in love with harry is appealing because their characterizations feel more realistic than not and i don't see a romance for them as grounded in reality (even though this is fiction, i know, it's just like that). i get why a lot of people have turned it into a romance novel, it's just not for me.

at this point having played maybe 4 times i pretty much actively dislike harry and don't care about him as a character at all. the way he clings to dora is pathetic and how badly he's hurt jean is very sad. i can't see how wanting kim to be next on that train makes any sense, and i can't see kim being interested in someone who has hurt everyone around him so consistently and acted so selfishly for so long while barely apologizing let alone actually doing anything to make amends (that we can see). yeah you get a good cop point for saying kim is cooler than jean, but kim has no idea who jean is in that moment. jean could be as fucked up as harry for all he knows. people point to that interaction a lot as proof of their connection but i think it's more kim just appreciating someone standing up for him and being a little vain on principle, which he is. i can't see kim learning about all the shit harry put jean and everyone else through and being like 😍

so to actually answer your question, i think kim sees harry as a person by the end of the game but i don't think he's that impressed with what he sees despite what he says about harry's work considering he's coming down off psychoactives, nursing a concussion, and is generally exhausted. i think it's more him being relieved at having solved the case and being able to get the fuck out of there so he's able to look back like "that wasn't so bad actually."

[emperor-palpaminty]

Hallo Minty, tis me again.. I knew I should've put a backup character on there in case you hadn't seen mission impossible, sorry for that 😅

okay, take two- could you write something along the same lines as before with a fem reader and an abusive boyfriend but with Hunter? I just got out of a bad situation like that, and I think I just need a bit of comfort 🥹

Hello darling! You're all good <3 I will gladly write you some Hunter comforting a female reader. I won't go too in-depth about the situation just because I don't want to do anything too triggering, but I'll give you as much comfort as I can! <3 I hope you're doing better now, love!

Modern hunter because i can, i am the boss here lads; also friends to lovers ish??? Yes please

"Hang on. We're almost there."

You reached up and grasped Hunter's hand, allowing him to pull you up the slope of rock. Even if he was just helping you, or if he was handing you something, every little touch was a balm to your soul. You exhaled a thanks, hand reaching back and you grasped your water bottle from the pack, tugging the cap off. "Long hike."

Hunter only grinned in your direction, tugging the tie out of his thick hair to tie it up higher. "How you holding up?"

Your eyes momentarily traced the birthmark splashed on his face and neck and you smiled to yourself, hiding it behind the water bottle, sipping. "Good." Your legs screeched in protest- hiking this distance was strenuous. "It's just been a bit since I've been on a hike quite this long."

Hunter smiled in your general area, and he glanced down. "I think it's healing. It's certainly helped me..." The pause was stagnat. "Cope."

You only nodded quietly, staring at the ground harshly. Hunter made you feel warm, like ripples on water, unsteady and unsure.

"You wanna talk about it?" Hunter shifted closer to you. "Sometimes it helps. I know he was... Ya know, a shit head."

A laugh burst from your lips and you smoothed a hand up your neck, trying to wipe away a sliver of sweat creeping down towards your back. "Yeah. He kind of was."

Hunter watched you. You didn't see it, but you felt it. "You're doing it again."

"What?"

"Staring."

Hunter's head turned, the curls of his ponytail ruffling. "I'm sorry." The quiet came back as you took another quiet sip, and he said softly, "I just wanna make sure you're okay."

The bottle cap was suddenly heavy in your fingers, and you managed, "Most days, I am." You scuffed your hiking boot on the ground, the tight ground crackling and crumbling. "Others, it's not. The empty apartment is, some days, too empty."

I don't like being lonely.

The words hung there, and Hunter sat next to you. He was quiet, the wind bristling between you two. His hand, resting on your back, was warm, gentle. A touch you craved, and you had craved it for a while, but it had not occured to you until this moment.

He exhaled, the fingers sturdy on you. "I know it isn't fun. But sometimes... You need to get it out of your system, huh?" He smiled at nothing in particular, but it was wistful, soft, distant.

You reached over and took his other hand, squeezing his fingers. Words transmitted through touch, tight and reassuring. Nothing truly had to be said. Not now. Not every moment required all the words that needed, wanted to be said. Touches could be loud.

But at least his touch was soft and loving.

You shook yourself out of the trance and stood from the rock, tugging him along behind you. "Come on." Your throat was tight and it was, suddenly, hard to speak. "Just a little ways more. Follow me?"

The smile from Hunter was more direct this time. The words sparked- "To the ends of the earth."

You laughed again, turning and walking up the incline, but your fingers stayed entangled in his.

[alltoolewis]

30 with lando pls

"Ride me."- Lando Norris.

Summary- you and lando celebrate his highest placing poduim after you comfort his nerves before the Italian grand prix....

Words- 1808...

(Warnings- Alot of fluff & smut! 18+! You've been warned!)

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You couldn't believe how quickly it all flew by. It felt like just yesterday when you met him... you the new photographer for McLaren, who didn't have a clue about F1, moving away from everything you knew to travel round the world taking pictures of cars worth more than your credit card & him, the new rookie, who had so much confidence on the track but who had near to none when it came to speaking to women... until you came along & And now here you were... 3 years later, moved in together, traveling the world doing the thing both of you loved & what a better way than doing that together.

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Your hands trembled just looking at him pacing the room,you could tell he was nervous.. I mean who wouldn't be, starting P3 in one of the most anticipated races of the calendar....

"Baby your making me dizzy" you giggled,slowly making your way over to him as he reaches for your clammy hand.

"Im sorry" he sighed, leaning into your touch as you pulled him closer "just nervous... I mean with all the pressure of me and danny starting up the grid & McLaren not having the season they hoped for, its just getting to me.. and you-" stopping himself, he looked deep into your eyes and for the first time you could see the panic and fear glossing his eyes like smoke...

"Im what baby?" You whispered, gently tracing your fingers though his newly combed locks, an action that you knew relaxed him...

"Your here..."

Confusion washed over you gently let go of him, taking a step back to watch his new fear wash over him..

"I can stay back here lando... if I'm the one making you nervous... I'm sure they wont mind me sitting out on this one, they have so many talented photographers, they won't miss m-"

Put of nowhere lando pulled you closer, locking your lips with his, taking all the unnecessary words out of your mouth.

"I'll miss you" lando mumbled against your lips, before pulling away pushing your forehead against yours...

"Your not the issue baby.. its just I know how dangerous this track is & I just don't want you to see anything that you shouldn't.... I couldn't cope with mysel-"

This time is was you to interrupt him, lifting up his chin to meet your.

"Lando I know the drill.... its not my first rodeo baby, every race is a dangerous one... I knew what I signed up for the minute I started falling in love with you & guess what... I dont regret one bit & you know why...?"

"Why?" He whispered, voice full of uncertainty.

"Because you.." you sighed, locking your lips with him again "are the best driver on that grid and you I've never been more proud of anything or anyone in my life.... your gonna be okay... and im gonna be right there for here for you, together forever eh?" You say, smirking as you see his face light up at your words, reaching out for your outstretched hand, locking your fingers as he repeated your words..

"Together forever"...

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"How many more laps left??" You sighed, hands beginning to tremble as you looked at the monitor, lando dropping down to 6th after his pit.

"26" zac sighed as he sat next you, placing a hand on your knee "hes doing well you know.... he a supers-"

However zak never got to finish his praise as gasps fill the garage, looking up to see Max's car ontop of Lewis's. Heart skipping a beat as you realised just how close it was to being lando...

"I have to go- I... what if it was him.. he was so close to them he was only a second away... what if" you whispered all the possible scenerios as tear filled your eyes, causing zac to pull you closer...

"Listen... you can't live your life with what ifs (y/n).. it could of been him but guess what it wasn't andd look where he is know!" He smiles looking up at the monitor just as lando overtakes Charles, reaching p2.

"I mean you could leave... but Together forever I heard?" Zac smirks as he places a headset on your knee as he gets up to get back to his place... "just in case you want to pop in and check up on him... you stresshead"

As the lap count increased, so did your heart rate, as you seen lando still at p2 with 1 lap to go and a 2 second gap between him and perez. Hands hesitating to pick up the headset that remained on your knee like a safety blanket. Only picking it up as the mclaren garage erupts in applause, not only has lando picked up his highest ever poduim but Daniel won!

'Lets fucking go lads' lando screeches as you place the headset on, zac giving you a little nod, letting you know you can talk to him.

"Baby" you whisper through the mic, voice trembling with pride and emotion.

"(Y/n)!!! We did it! We fucking did it!!" Lando screams as he makes his way to the last corner..

"We lando?!? I didn't do anything but hid behind zac the whole time" causing lando to chuckle before the set goes dead and the garage yet again erupts... letting you know the mclarens have parked up.

Lando was the first one out, immediately running over to zac and the rest of the team, and although you could tell he was ecstatic, apart of you knew that he was gonna be disappointed about not getting p1... but he's a team player & at the end of the day thats all that matters.

After the hugs from the team, it was your turn to be pulled into your sweaty boyfriends arms, in the biggest bear hug you've ever been given.

"I'm sooo proud of you baby" you whisper, running your hand through is wet locks. Tears welling your eyes for what felt like the 50th time today.

"I love you so much" he screamed, picking your feet of the ground as he twirled you around, so fast you would of sworn he would of got the fastest lap!

"And by the way" he smirks, locking your lips with his "theres no me without you...."

However your sweet moment was inturpted as you get rudely pulled away from eachother by a certain ecstatic Australian....

"Alright love birds, plenty of that later" grabbing lando by the shoulders, pushing him towards the poduims "continue that later please, me and loverboy here have a shoey to do"

Your heart melts as you hear landos laugh, even from 10 meters away, but nothing made your race more than seeing him mouth the words anyone would dream about hearing.....

"Cant wait too rip them clothes off".....

And by lord did he keep his promise, not even being able to close the door before your 'mclaren 4' tshirt was pulled from your body.

"Ive been dying to do this from the moment I crossed that line" lando groaned as he pushed against the wall, using all his last energy, locking his lips with yours. Tounges fighting for dominance as he unhooks your bra, throwing it carelessly across the room.

Before you knew it you thrown on the bed, just as carelessly as your long forgotten bra.

"How the fuck did I get this lucky" lando moaned as he hovers over your already shaken body, eyes gazing over your bare body, filling with not only with lust but love....

Sitting up you, you lock your lips again....

"I should be saying that too you.." you mumble against his mouth, flipping your body ontop of his as your hands trace down his bare chest.

"Ahh taking in charge I see" he smirks, throwing his arms at the back of his head, as your unbutton his belt, seeing his hard cock push against the poorly made cotton.

"Only the best for my champion" you whisper, pulling down the last layer before getting to work. Lips locking over the tip, as you look straight in his eyes, making sure he can see the collection of pre-come of your tounge as it traces on his tip.

"Fuck doll..." lando wheezed as your hand goes up and down his shaft, his hands pulling your hair back as you take him deeper down your throat. His groans filling the room as your eyes welled up for a different reason this time as you feel his tip against the back of your throat, however you didnt have time to enjoy your meal for any longer as he pulls you away. Leaning down, he latches your lips to his, moaning as he tastes himself on your tounge.

"Dont want to finish in your mouth"

Laying back down, throwing one of your legs over his waist causing you to straddle him....

"Ride me." He demands, and like the good girl you were you took no time to fulfill his needs. Pulling out a condom from under the pillow he wa layed on..

"Dont judge me.. i knew this was gonna happen"

Lando chuckled as you slipped the condom on him, positioning yourself before sinking on him, Causing both of your breaths to hitch...

"Fuck (y/n)... how the fuck are you still this tight after 3 years of fucking you" lando moaned as your hips start to rock against his waist, finding your familiar rhythm as his hands find your waist. The sound of skin slapping could only be heard, as you allowed him to fill you up.

"Fuck lando" you yell throwing your hand back as he places his hand on your clit, matching the rhythm of your hips "dont stop" you scream as he picks up the pace.

Using his free hand to continue guiding your hips on his cock, pushing his hips up to meet yours.

Moans filled the air, both of you knowing full well that the rest of the mclaren could hear your 'private celebration' however neither you seemed to care as your screams filled up the room.

"Im so close" you sigh as lando continues to meet your hips half way, leaning down to meet his lips.

"Me too baby... fuck me too"

Without out any more warnings, lando let go, feeling his seed fill up the condom that was still thrusting inside you.

"Come on baby let go" lando yelled, hand moving faster against your clit as he, attaches onto your sensitive tits. Something that he knew could bring you to cum hust on its own...

"Fuck!!!" You scream as the pleasure washes over you, collapsing on his chest as you both tried to catch your breath.

"I love you so much" he whispered as he pulled your swollen lips into one last kiss..

"I love you too lando" you whispered back, leaning back into his chest as he begins to comb his fingers through your hair, a action that after 3 years of love he knew would instantly put you to sleep... and like everything that boy does, he never fails...

[thebrochtuarachs]

Something in the Rain - “A Month Apart, Part 1”

A/N: Hi everyone, thank you for your patience as I whipped out this chapter. I had the initial outline on how this chapter will go but more frequent than none, it changes a lot in the middle while I'm in the writing process. :) I love this story and I hope it just gives you the good feels while reading this. We're two years into this pandemic and the world is still crazy. I hope you're keeping safe and being kind to yourself. :) As always, your comments and suggestions are very much welcome.

A modern day meet cute instance between Jamie and Claire.

AO3  / C1: A Day In June : C2: Definitely, Maybe : C3: So We Meet Again : C4: Friday Lunch : C5: Finding Solid Ground : C6: Situations : C7: Interruptions

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After their first date, their schedule for the following two weeks we’re packed - with Jamie settling back in the firm after his 2-week trip from London and Claire’s schedule at the hospital and preparing for her trip to Seattle.

Being a lawyer and a doctor weren’t the most flexible jobs - with patients and clients to attend to, surgeries and hearings to prepare for, plus, with both of them in administrative positions, it is additional work on top of their normal duties. But Claire and Jamie were determined to make it work, so they decided to communicate better, be extra patient and understanding, and really commit whatever available time they had.

The first week, Jamie couldn’t make lunch as he had a court hearing to prepare for and Claire couldn’t make dinner as she was on the night shift. So Jamie, one day, surprised Claire outside the hospital by picking her up, invited her to quick breakfast dates instead, and dropping her off at her house to make sure she got home safe.

The second week was a bit lighter but with Claire going to Seattle on Saturday, she had to do extra administrative work to make sure everything was set for her leave. She offered to have dinner takeaways at her office in the evenings which he happily accepted.

The night before her flight, Claire and Jamie were hanging out in her office, sitting at the sofa, admiring the Edinburgh skyline with a little wine and cheese tray.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t go out” Claire apologized.

“Don’t worry about it, Sassenach.” Jamie turned to Claire and patted her hand. “I honestly would prefer to do anything if it means I get to spend time with you - whether sitting here in your office on a Friday night or sitting in the gallery watching your surgery.”

“You’re too good to me, James” Claire quipped in a feigned dramatic voice.

“Ah, you give me too much credit, Claire. I hope you know that you make an effort too, especially these past two weeks”

“Me? It feels like you’re fitting more to my schedule than I am yours!”

“But you met me during breakfast even though you looked too knackered from yer shift.”

Claire couldn’t deny that and she could just smile with Jamie’s understanding.

“Are you all packed up for tomorrow?” Jamie asked, changing the subject.

“Yes. The weather’s mostly rainy in Seattle so I brought extra items for the wet and cold.”

“And what’s your schedule for the month?”

“Have I not sent you my itinerary? Hold up -” Claire took out her phone and quickly sent an email to Jamie. “There, I sent you my schedule but between teaching and surgery, my time’s the same as here just minus the administrative work, which I tell you not, I’m pretty excited to be free of it for the next month”

Jamie just nodded. The next month.

It’s all rather bad timing if you look at it. The first month, they’ve been rather inseparable with going to lunches almost everyday and weekends at the center. The following month, quick dates and meetings as Jamie was away at London and their crazy schedule at the hospital and the firm. And now, going into the third month since meeting, they’d be completely separated by roughly 4,485 miles.

“Did you hear what I said, Jamie?” Claire asked while waving a hand in front of Jamie’s face.

“I’m sorry, what?” Returning to the present, unaware that his mind has gone away a bit.

Claire gave him a softened look and sat closer to him. “What were you thinking?”

Jamie stayed silent but Claire’s look urged him on.

“Nah, ye’ll think me daft” Jamie said but Claire shook her head.

“Fine” Jamie stretched his arm to pull her closer and she gladly leaned on his shoulder. “I was just thinking about how I’ll not be able to see ye for a month, how much I’ll be missing ye, and how excited I am once ye return here.”

“Oh,” Claire knew the feelings were simple but it’s his words and the way he said it that touched her most.

“I told ye it’s daft.”

“It’s not daft.” Claire tried to mimic Jamie’s accent but they both just have to laugh at her attempt. Turning serious quickly, she took Jamie’s face by the hand and looked deeply into his eyes. “You know that I am going to miss you too.”

Jamie just nodded in agreement, looking at Claire so sweetly and lovingly that she couldn’t help but lean in for a kiss.

Since their first kiss after their date, they hadn’t been shy in showing affection to each other. Nonetheless, it’s all been very respectful to the boundaries to whatever stage they are in their relationship. Hand touches, hugs, pecks and kisses here and there but never really beyond that.

But with her impending departure, Claire seemed to be eager for more. Instead of completely pulling away, she kissed him again some more.

Jamie quickly picked up the signal and allowed himself to pull Claire closer and to his lap. A few minutes later, Claire felt Jamie’s tongue on her lips asking for entrance which she happily obliged. The air around them was electric.

Jamie was first to pull away before the moment got away from them. Claire sighed - not from disappointment, but by the fact of how chivalrous Jamie really is. And she doesn’t really mind it one bit. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

The following day, Jamie picked up Claire to drop her off at the airport. They thought they had time for a quick bite but traffic was so horrendous that they got to the gate just in time before boarding began.

With barely any time left, Jamie pulled Claire to a tight hug as the PA system called her flight. “Go, you’ll miss your plane”

Claire reluctantly released Jamie with a grunt. “Let’s go somewhere when I return”

“Sounds like a plan” Jamie tried to hide the longing in his voice but it was too late.

“The month will be over before you know it, okay? Message me everyday, call me every afternoon when you can” Claire encouraged him. With one last kiss, they bade each other goodbye as she started walking to her gate and Jamie was no longer in sight.  

As Claire waited for take off, the silence of a constant message ping on her phone slightly unsettled her. It was then she realized the vast distance between Seattle and Edinburgh. A single tear escaped but she quickly pulled it together. She’s not even gone yet but homesickness hit her right away.

-

So the four-week long distance trial began.

The 8-hour time difference is not too crazy between Seattle and Edinburgh with their available times falling at the start and end of the day. They’ve been coping well with their synced calendars and communication options.

Jamie sends flowers and snacks to Seattle Grace, earning Claire points from the staff for all the treats she’s been giving away.

Claire, on her end, sends late messages to Jamie to wake up to in the morning and asks Mrs. Kim’s Korean Street Food Hub to delivery chicken wings to Jamie every so often.

They’ve also reserved some time on the weekend for extended calls with conversations falling from happenings to their week to what hairstyles and colors they’ve done in the past.

It wasn’t till late in the 3rd week that things started to shake up.

It was a random Thursday evening in rainy Seattle. Between two surgeries and one class, Claire was ready to call it a day. She was settling on her sofa, drinking her tea for a little night cap when her phone pinged. It was 9:30PM Seattle meaning it was 5:30AM Edinburgh, too early for anybody to contact her over there unless it was important.

Grabbing her phone, her notifications show it was from Geillis. It was a link to a tabloid along with a message “HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?”

With the link, she can see the preview of the title “Jamie Fraser is off the market!” Curiosity prevailed Claire and she clicked the article

-

On the other side of the world, Jamie, as always, promptly arrived at the firm. Just as he was to pass Mrs. Fitz, she called him out.

“Ah, lad”

“Yes, Mrs. Fitz?”

“I dinna ken yet what ye or Claire are yet but have ye spoken to her today?”

“Today? Not yet. Why?”

She motioned for him to come round the reception and take a peek at her monitor.

She showed him the same article Geillis sent Claire and as soon Jamie saw the accompanying photo, he fished out his phone and immediately contacted Claire. It was midnight in Seattle but Jamie didn’t care - he wanted to clear things before things got misinterpreted.

“Erm, hello?” a groggy Claire answered the phone on the other side of the line.

“Hi, were ye asleep?” Jamie asked as he walked the hallway to his office.

“I was but I answered already, what’s up?” she replied, her voice still muffled by sleep. She knew why he was calling though but wanted to hear it from him. “Did you just arrive at the firm?”

“Yes,” he replied, closing the door to his office for privacy. “Well, I don’t want to keep you long but an article came last night about me and well, in case ye’ll see it, it is not true.”

Jamie heard Claire sigh on the other end, “I’ve seen it” she confirmed.

“Ye’ve already seen it?” he repeated in disbelief, looking at his watch, it’s only been posted a few hours ago.

“Geillis sent it to me earlier, I think it just came out then. She’s a bit of a morning person so…”

“Claire, it isn’t true. It was all in a bad angle. The Dunsany’s have been a long-time client of ours and we had an unexpected dinner meeting yesterday. I was just escorting their daughter to her car when the paparazzi got wind of us and ran with whatever story they could think of.” Jamie quickly explained in summary.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. I mean you say it’s not true and I believe you.”

“You don’t have any questions?” he asked, a little baffled.

“Not really. I mean was there more to it?”

“A bit but something we can talk about later.”

“Okay”

It was both refreshing and confusing as to why Claire seemed nonchalant about all this. On one end, she might be really understanding. On the other end, she might be harboring ill-feelings she didn’t want to discuss.

It was Jamie’s line that turned silent. Claire, guessing he might need more despite her sleepy state, obliged him. “Jamie, I won’t lie. I was surprised at first because of the photo and how the article was written with your family histories. Add to that, that I didn’t see it in the calendar and you didn’t text me about it.”

“Why didn’t you call -?”

“But” she interrupted him, “I also know you, Jamie, and I know about us. If I was really concerned, I’ll call you right away. But I’m not and we’ll be meeting later anyway, so I know we’ll talk about it eventually.” she paused to catch a breath. “Besides, you already explained it, I don’t need to know any more because I trust you, Jamie.”  

“Okay” it was Jamie’s turn to give the one-word reply.

“Are we okay now?” she asked.

“Yes, as long as ye are too.” Jamie replied to which Claire mummed in agreement. “Thank ye, Claire.”

“You’re welcome. Now, I’ll go back to sleep and see you later.” With that, Claire ended the call, a small smile crept on her face knowing the relief and joy Jamie probably feels right now.

[messiambrandybuck]

Comfort

Word Count : 1,175

Pairing : The Hobbits x Male Human Reader (platonic)

Warnings : Coping with Death

Author's Note : This is set in the scenario that The Fellowship stayed together after Boromir's death. Please feel free to let me know if any other warnings are needed; requested by Anon.

This is probably going to be shite, as it's definitely not my best work; but I do hope you enjoy it lol.

A small shuffle of cloth sounds behind (Y/n) as he keeps watch, and he turns around to see two sleepy little Hobbits wrapped up in blankets, hair messier than usual.

"What're you doing up, Frodo? Sam?" (Y/n) says softly, noticing the way their eyes drooped with exhaustion.

"Can't sleep," Frodo mumbles, "can we stay with you?"

"You're very comfortable," Sam agrees, slurring slightly.

"Of course, come here."

Frodo pulls his blanket tighter around himself as they curl up under the younger's arms, against the warmth of his sides. He runs his fingers through their soft curls, and Sam lets out a content sigh as they both visibly relax. (Y/n) can't help but smile to himself at this, finding peace in their content; but as they fall asleep, it fades into a darker feeling that he was all too aware of during the night.

These Hobbits, they were too young to be in such constant danger. Frodo was the only one among them significantly past the age where they were considered adults, Sam and Merry only a few short years past that mark. And Pippin, the poor lad, hadn't even reached that age yet; he wouldn't for a good few years.

Yet here they were, a group of young boys thrown in the chaos of what would undoubtedly become a war. Day after day, forced to fight and live with horrors that no one should have to face. He promised them that he would keep them safe, in one of the first nights after departure, but sometimes he wondered: could he keep that promise? With such evils searching for them day and night, he felt his confidence deteriorate whenever the company paid him no attention. His body ached with healing wounds originally meant for the Hobbits, and his heart broke at the thought that one day he might not be able to get to them in time.

Frodo shifts in his sleep with the start of a nightmare, and (Y/n) quietly hushes him, gently stroking his cheek until he stills. Instinctively, Sam reached out for the older in his sleep; the need to protect Frodo inscribed deep into his subconscious. With reassuring whispers, (Y/n) guided the young Hobbit back into his peaceful sleep. There was no need for him to worry.

Since the start of this quest, he had become very close to these Hobbits, each of them holding a very special place in his heart. They managed to make everyone in the company smile with their bright nature, despite everything happening, and he admired them deeply for it. However, he wasn't ignorant; he knew it was taking its toll on them. He saw it every day.

He saw it in the way Merry didn't attempt to pull pranks anymore. The way Pippin would stare off into space for vast amounts of time, his eyes blank and void of light. He saw it in the way poor Samwise put too much responsibility on his shoulders. He saw it every time Frodo touched the ring without even realizing.

He tried his best to keep their spirits up; surprising them with special meals if he managed to scavenge enough, playing with them, even singing them to sleep if they requested so. (Y/n) liked to imagine it helped, but he didn't truly believe so.

"Bor... Boromir!"

Looking back at the camp, he saw Pippin tossing around, Boromir's name slipping past his lips so painfully that his sorrow was almost tangible.

Carefully moving Frodo and Sam so they lay on the ground as comfortably as possible, (Y/n) quickly made his way to the youngest's side, combing his fingers through the Hobbit's golden curls. His breathing was rapid now, forehead slick with sweat, and his face contorted in an expression of terrible pain and fear.

"Boromir!"

Softly hushing the young Hobbit, (Y/n) carefully pulls him into his embrace. "It's okay, Pippin, it's okay. It's over now, they can't get you."

Tears slip through his shut eyes, "Save- Save him! Save him! Boromir no!"

"It's all over now," (Y/n) says helplessly, his own eyes pooling with tears as his heart broke. Ever since Boromir died, it was all the hobbit ever dreamed about; one night he'd be begging to be rescued, the next he'd cry out for their fallen friend.

A whimper makes its way out of the blond's throat, and the man continued to whisper small reassurances to him, rocking them both slightly as he held Pippin close. The younger held onto his shirt as if letting go would mean the end of him, sobs violently tearing through his body. (Y/n) couldn't tell how long Pippin cried, for it felt like hours to him, but eventually, he grew too exhausted to make another noise. He fell asleep, mentally and physically exhausted from the force of his sorrow.

After putting the youngest back under his covers, (Y/n) walks to the edge of camp to resume his watch, away from the others. Resting against the trunk of a large tree, he took a deep breath, trying to force back his tears. He held back on grieving this long, if he started now it would surely wake someone up.

Soft steps walk up next to him. "Is Pip going to be okay?"

He looks over to see Merry staring at him with sleepy concern, and looks away in an attempt to hide the few tears that had managed to escape. "Despite common belief, the deepest wound cannot be healed, not even with time. It's always going to hurt, but one day he'll be able to coexist with the pain. We all will."

There was a small moment of silence, "Are you okay?"

"I'll be just fine, Merry," he says, though his voice wavers, "go on back to bed. We're planning on covering a lot of ground in the morning, and you need your rest."

Merry walks around so he was almost in front of the older, and holds his cheek. "You're allowed to be sad, too, (Y/n)." Merry says softly, "You don't have to be strong for us. Let us be strong for you once and a while."

The young Hobbit's words hit somewhere feel inside him, and a wave of silent tears flowed down his cheeks. Leaning against the tree, Merry guides (Y/n)'s head to his shoulder, where the man silently cried. The younger didn't say anything, only carding his fingers through (Y/n)'s hair as he always did with them, and occasionally gave the nape of his neck a reassuring squeeze.

"I'm sorry," the older manages to mumble out, only to be quieted with a small hush.

"Don't be... You have the right to grieve."

(Y/n) never imagined he would allow himself to be this vulnerable around the Hobbits, even if it was just one. He wanted to be the strong one they could count on without hesitation. And yet he needed this. He needed to be able to confide in the ones he cared for, and he felt the bond he had with them grow now that he had taken this next step.

[blitheringmcgonagall]

My Gallant Lad - Part III

So I got a wonderful anon telling me that this is their favourite Lily Rescues James fics, it’s part of my canon maraders fic  We Can Be Heroes. But, because it works as a stand alone, I’ll be posting it here in four parts. I hope you enjoy it! Set during first wizarding war, Lily is very BAMF (but tbh so is James)

Read part I here : After their worst row ever, Lily and James get captured by Voldemort

Read part II here : James tries to save Lily

TW: angsty and violence

PART III

Lily’s raw voice echoed through the castle walls, a lone, hauntingly beautiful gaelic song. The words indecipherable to any of the Death-Eaters who heard it, yet clearly a lament of some kind. She hadn’t been able to stand it, hearing James’ screams, imagining what was happening to him. And when she couldn’t hear him, dread clawing at her every pore, wondering…

Are you dead, my love? Did they kill you? Please don’t die, I beg you!

Haunted by the silence, almost relieved when his screams returned, because she was selfish and wanted him alive, needing him to be alive… almost immediately replaced by rage and terror and guilt and begging them to leave her husband alone, screaming herself hoarse.

She couldn’t stand it when the sound from the dungeons suddenly stopped – a spell, she was sure.

What did it mean? Was he-

She started to sing. She sang in Irish. Fuck them, no Death-Eater could get inside her head now. She pictured him as she sang, her lively lad, turning around mid-laughter and catching her eyes as he and Sirius poked fun at each other, she saw him saying something ridiculous to Minnie and watching as the strict teacher’s mouth broke into a huge grin despite herself, saw all the Marauders chasing each other and yelling and James landing on top of the others. And always his mischievous, adoring eyes turned to her, searched for her. She saw him propose to her surrounded by fireflies, vividly heard that muggle record, the lyrics bittersweet…

”Yours in the gray of December Here, or on far distant shores I've never loved anyone the way I love you

Yours to the end of life's story”

“No!” her voice faltered. “No! Not today!”

She breathed in sharply, as someone knocked on the door, twice, in abrupt succession. She recognised that trademark sound.

“Severus?” she croaked.

Severus pushed the heavy door slowly, almost reluctantly, now that it came to it. He looked uncharacteristically agitated, his waxy cheeks flushed. Relief swept over him as he looked at Lily. She looked upset but safe. She was shackled to the wall, her hands above her head, tied together. She was trembling and pale. There was no sign of the Cruciatus, or other dark magic.

“Are you alright, Lily?” He said, hurriedly throwing a potent heating charm at her.

“What are you doing here?” Lily’s husky voice surprised him, he hadn’t heard her screaming.

“What happened? Did they hurt you?” Severus said, moving closer to Lily and regarding her anxiously. “They hurt me by hurting him,” she whispered.

Tears tracked down her cheek, and Severus wiped it with his thumb. “I’m so sorry, Lily,” he said, his voice trembling – he was slightly scared of her, and then there was unexpected guilt - guilt about lying, guilt about how James was going to die. “I tried to... I tried...”

He stopped and took a few breaths, looking at the ground.

“I tried to save him, I tried some healing charms and... and I sent the others away. I wasn’t sure what to do, Lily, but then I was called away and Avery had... I was too late, Lily, I’m so sorry.”

He couldn’t look at her.

“No, Sev, please, not James, please,” Lily’s broken whisper made Severus’ heart ache.

“I’m so sorry, I’m... you don’t know how sorry I am,” Severus whispered back. “I’m desperately sorry.”

Lily didn’t say anything, silent tears streaming down her face.

“He... James and I, he spoke to me, he thanked me for trying to save him, before he... he asked me to save you, to get you out of here. I promised him I’d do it. Do you understand Lily?” She was looking at him blankly, through her tears, her mind far away in some distant time or place. “Lily!” Severus whispered urgently. “Lily, he wanted you to be safe! He insisted I save you! He told me a code word - I’ve no idea what he meant, but he said to tell you - Graham’s Number.“ “Graham’s Number,” Lily repeated quietly, as though dazed. “James.” “Yes, James,” Severus said, trying not to sound impatient. “We have to leave now, I promised him I’d get you out of here! Do you understand?”

Lily nodded, still crying.

“My beautiful,” she said. “My gallant lad.”

“Yes, yes,” Severus said, eying the door of the cell. “We need to leave! Now! If Voldemort finds us, we’re both dead!”

Lily stared at him intently. After a few seconds she smiled vaguely.

“I’m so sorry Sev, let’s go, I just... it’s so much to take in, you know? I can never thank you enough, for trying to save him, for being such a noble person?”

Severus squirmed.

“It means everything to me,” she said, her red-rimmed eyes looking into his soul.

“It’s nothing,” he said firmly, refusing to hold eye contact and pointing his wand at the chains. “Frangit!”

The chains broke, and Lily collapsed into Severus’ arms.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “Can you help me? I don’t think I can walk?”

“Of course!” Severus said, feeling a bloom of warmth spread through his chest.

This was what he had longed for, desperately, for as long as he could remember – Lily, holding onto him, needing him, weaker than him, reliant on him, asking him, begging him for his help. He tucked his wand in his pocket and lifted her up, looking lovingly into her stunning eyes. Surely she could also feel the deep attraction between them, the passion sizzling beneath their fingertips?

“Lily,” he murmured, bringing their lips closer.

“Severus?” she said hoarsely.

“I love you, Lily Evans,” he said, holding her closer. “I always have.”

“Your idea of love sickens me, but I’m glad you’re so predictable, Severus.”

Lily’s voice was cold as she stepped back from him in disgust, and he found himself staring at the tip of his own wand.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he said, his heart pounding as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

“Change of plan, Snape!” Lily said. “You don’t get to sweep me away like a lying bastard-“

“Your husband agreed to this! It was his idea!” Severus’ voice rose.

“Gobshites, the pair of you!” Lily said, her voice quivering with rage. “Probably one of the only things you two ever agreed on - that James Potter should sacrifice himself to save me? That James Potter was expendable, that I would cope without him?” Severus dropped his gaze in the face of such fierceness. “You see, I’m not leaving here without James. If he’s dead, and you better hope to fuck he isn’t, I’m still bringing him with me. He means more to me than anyone else, everything else, in the entire world. I’m not leaving my soulmate to rot in this hell!”

Severus looked at her hand with trepidation as she aimed at his chest.

“I was trying to save you, Lily,” he said, stepping away from her.

“Trying to save me for yourself, Severus! Killing my husband was never going to buy you my love!” Lily’s green eyes were incandescent.

“I didn’t… I had no part in it, it was Hugo Avery!” he said.

“No part at all? That’s strange,” Lily sneered. “Because your friend Hugo payed me a lengthy visit which only finished a short while ago, you practically overlapped.”

Snape’s eyes widened with surprise and alarm.

“He wasn’t meant to go near you!” he said.

“He did,” Lily said, shuddering despite herself. “Came in to tell me everything he was planning on doing to my husband, and later on, to me. It took rather a long time.”

“What do you think you’re-“ Severus said in fear, as Lily lifted his wand.

“I’m sorry, Severus,” Lily’s voice was hard and implacable. “Imperio!”

Continue reading BAMF Lily here

Snape’s eyes widened for a split second as the invisible spell hit his chest (so powerful it almost threw him backwards) before they seemed to fade, the fear in them replaced by a dullness.

His hands fell by his side. “Is this castle surrounded by anti-apparition wards?” she asked.

“Yes, and the nearby forest,” Snape answered mechanically.

“Where can we use a portkey?” Lily ordered, poking Snape with her wand.

“From the courtyard in front of the main entrance.”

She hated the strange empty look in his eyes, as though he was unable to think for himself and devoid of any thoughts at all, until commanded by her to do so. She hated it.

“Good,” she said. “Now you will do exactly as I say! You will bring me to the oubliette, and you will help me save my husband if it’s the last thing you do! But first, you will bring me to your potions lab!”

                                                             ********

“Step away from Potter, now! I’m taking over!” Avery’s head jerked upwards in shock as Snape landed with a heavy thud right beside him, closely followed by Lily Evans, who had a glazed look in her eyes.

“She’s under the Imperius,” Snape added, glancing around at the other men.

“Snape?” Avery said, glaring aggressively at the half-blood. “What the fuck are you doing here? You said I could finish him off?”

“Change of plan!” Snape said, sounding furious. “Back the fuck away from him now, or you’re a dead man!”

“What?” said Avery. “Why?”

“The Dark Lord wants to take over torturing Potter and Evans himself, he needs to find out about his missing book. He will be livid if Potter is dead or unable to answer him! I mean murderous.”

Avery looked terrified.

“Fuck! Snape, you said...” Avery whispered hoarsely.

“You fool, you should have thought to check with your Master before you went this far! If I were you, I’d make myself scarce, unless you want to face the Dark Lord’s wrath!” Snape hissed.

Avery had never seen Snape look so imposing, so powerful. He looked like he wanted to obliterate them all.

“Shit! I... but what if he asks who...” Avery stammered.

“I’ll cover for you as best I can, but I suggest you leave until he calms down, unless you want to risk being here when he loses it,” Snape said, looking at Avery as though he detested him.

“Fuck. Okay. Thank you, Cerberus,” Avery said, frantically grabbing his cloak and stepping across James’ body as he latched onto the rope ladder and sped upwards. “Fuck Voldemort, I hate that bastard!”

Nobody answered, aware that Avery was extremely unwise in voicing his feelings about the Dark Lord’s unpredictable behaviours.

“Severus, you moronic shit,” Severus said between his teeth. Mulciber and Rosier snorted, enjoying Snape’s irritation. “You two better help me get Potter looking more presentable and less dead, unless you too want to join Avery and get AK’ed to hell!” Snape whirled around menancingly. The two men looked at him blankly.

“You don’t think the Dark Lord is actually going to forgive Avery, do you, you pathetic fools?” Snape scoffed dangerously. “Throw every healing spell you can think of at this traitor, and I’ll see what I can do for you two imbeciles!” Rosier cleared his throat and looked stunned. Mulciber glared at Snape.

“We hardly did anything!” he said. “You probably did more of the Crucios than we did!”

“I presume you haven’t forgotten that the Dark Lord is an extraordinarily gifted Legilimens?” Snape smiled thinly, sticking the tip of his wand into Mulciber’s abdomen. “He’s going to die of blood loss, not of Crucios, obviously, you fool! Care to tell him yourself the extent of your role in this… shambles?”

Mulciber’s lips thinned and he shook his head.

“Thought as much,” Snape replied smugly. “Mulciber, get me the blood replenishing potion immediately. Rosier, give me a hand here – Vulnera Sanentur over his entire body, Brackium Emendo over his ankles, quickly!”

Rosier nodded his head and started firing healing spells anxiously. Snape did the same, deep in concentration, his wand flying over James’ body. Mulciber reappeared moments later, holding a half-empty bottle of dark red liquid. Snape grabbed it off him wordlessly and carefully placed three drops into James’ mouth, scanning his face anxiously. Blood trickled from James’ right ear.

“Still looks pretty moribund to me,” he muttered to himself, touching James’ hands tenderly.

James’ fingers felt frozen, white, almost blue.

“Perhaps Rosier should come with you?” Mulciber asked, inching backwards towards the rope ladder.

Snape’s lip curled.

“Don’t be pathetic, Rosier is a liability, and far too skinny to be able to lift Potter. I need you with me,” he ordered.

Mulciber opened his mouth.

“The Dark Lord specifically asked that you accompany me,” Snape said. “He said he may need our help in questioning Potter, that’s if he isn’t already dead by the time we get there. We need to hurry!”

Mulciber swallowed.

“Now help me lift Potter, and for fuck’s sake be careful, he’s perilously close to death as it is!” Snape said.

[argisthebulwark]

not to sadpost on main but i always interpreted the "sorry lad/lass" line as bryn being horribly depressed and throwing himself into work to cope. like this man's whole life was the guild. his first reaction when learning what mercer did was "no, this cant be happening. ive known mercer too long this can't be real." then immediately afterwards he SELLS HIS SOUL and cant even help with killing mercer because he was forced to fight karliah. his whole world has been rocked several times over and it sends him spiraling so he the only thing he can think to do and lets his job consume him.

ABSOLUTELY god he has feelings!!!!!

the "more important" things he has to do it filling his time with so many tasks and to do lists that he doesn't have time to formulate a single thought. he works himself until he literally can't do anything else and passes out for a few restless hours. he misses the ldb so much but can't look at you for too long or he'll start to see all the things you've done together.

when he looks at you, he sees the cavern filling with water. he sees mercer attacking you. he sees you in the nocturnal's cave as you sold your souls. he sees how bright-eyed and hopeful you both used to be and he can't stand it.

nothing makes sense, so he keeps his head down and focuses only on the jobs that need to be done. it's the only thing he can do.

[blouisparadise]

Here are some of the amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of September. We hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Hard Candy Dripping On Me (Til My Feet Are Wet) | Explicit | 1997 words

Louis gets fucked on a plane. That’s it.

2) Fucking Nightmares | Mature | 2151 words

Louis has a nightmare. Harry comforts him.

3) You Could Take A Lick (But It's Too Cold To Bite) | Explicit | 2469 words

“You look kinda thirsty.” Louis croons softly.

Harry leans back in his chair and tilts his head to the side. His eyes are covered by the pair of expensive shades, but Louis feels his eyes drifting down his backside as he lays on his stomach.

“Why don’t you bring me a bit of that ice cream, darling?”

Louis and Harry have fun in a summer day.

4) Interview With The Vampire  | Explicit | 4135 words

Note: The fic pairing is Louis/Robert Pattinson.

Working at an alpha magazine wasn't always easy for an omega like Louis, but he's just landed his biggest interview yet with an A list actor who has asked for Louis especially. Unfortunately, the interview is with Rob Pattinson, the biggest pain in the arse alpha on the planet.

Inspired by Rob’s interview in GQ Magazine and not actually about vampires

5) Conozco La Vida | Teen & Up | 4761 words

Note: This fic contains no explicit smut, but since it’s omega Louis, we’ve included it. 

"I have a son," he declared, there was a very thinly veiled layer of hesitation.

Harry was unaware in the direction which this conversation was heading but chose to stare at the man instead.

"He is an Omega," he dropped the pivotal piece of information.

Harry's attention was hooked now.

"He has been raised in an Omega convent all his life, he hasn't been in the presence of any Alpha who isn't his immediate family."

"I am still waiting for you to make a point."

"You could take him as an Omega."

Harry did not react, his face remaining perfectly free of betrayal of any sort of emotion and leaned back upon his chair, his leg crossed upon his knee. "You are selling your son to me?"

6) It’s Hard For Me To Go Home | Not Rated | 4890 words

Don’t call me baby again.

7) So Baby, Let's Keep It Secret | Explicit | 4638 words

“I’ll leave with you,” Harry said after a beat, sounding sure of himself.

“What!? No!, you can’t leave with me, Harry, you have a life here. You have a job and friends an-”

Harry kissed him in the middle of his rambling. “Which means nothing if I don’t have you.”

Into You Music Video AU.

8) ZOMOS | Mature | 5659 words

Is it easy to forget everything and start afresh? Is it easy being served with hateful glances and insults when all you wish for is to be loved? Is it easy to make it seem like everything is alright when in reality your world is crumbling into pieces with every breath you take?

Is it easy to be the omega who is unwanted by their alpha?

9) Your Biggest Fan | Explicit | 9075 words 

Just like everyone else, Louis has a few habits that he can’t seem to break. Guilty pleasures, rather. His nails are perpetually short because he can’t quit biting them, the bottom of his shoes scuffed from tapping his foot constantly. Sometimes his leg gets a cramp from bouncing it so often underneath his desk. That isn't too bad, he reckons, just some average teenage coping mechanisms.And also, occasionally, minor instances of theft.

10) Making A Splash | Explicit | 9557 words

“You want this?” Harry muses, fisting his cock as he drags his hand lazily up his thick length. Louis eyes the motion and nods his head absentmindedly. “You want to show everyone at this beach how much of a slut you are for Daddy’s cock?”

“M‘your slut,” Louis immediately replies, inching closer, inching closer with his eyes glued on Harry’s glistening cock, precome shining under the sun as it dribbles out his slit.

Harry grins widely and stops the movement of his hand to grip himself at the base again, pushing Louis’ head down. “Show everyone how much of a slut you are.”

11) Hung Up High in the Gallery | Mature | 14006 words

When Harry’s best friend, Louis, comes to support him at his art show, he decides they need to do some celebrating afterwards. How fast do the lines between friends and lovers get blurred ... or better, get painted?

12) My Home Is Your Body | Explicit | 15341 words

Note: The fic pairing is Louis/Henry Cavill.

He had seen who had made his senses go haywire. His ex was in the front row, five feet in front of him. He felt his eyes on him even as he mechanically made his way to the end of the runway, hoping to God he didn’t look like a maniac. Everything was a blur. He somehow managed to walk the rest of the way without falling or emoting anything. Why was he HERE? Of all places.

...where Louis is a successful omega model and the last thing he expects is his ex to become the co-partner of the new company he works for....

13) There's Nothing Like It (Nothing At All) | Explicit | 15471 words 

Note: This is a sequel to this fic.

His hands are outstretched on the mattress like he’s reaching out for something, reaching out for Harry. It makes his heart swell, almost bursting with affection and love. He only waits a bit longer before reaching over to turn off the light and pulling Louis to his chest, smiling when the omega immediately sighs in contentment, nuzzling into his skin happily.Tomorrow, he tells himself. Tomorrow, they’ll talk about it.-Or, Harry isn’t ready for things to change, and the end is just the beginning.

14) Seven Simple Words | Explicit | 15535 words

It’s not like he and Louis were a couple. No, they might have been a lot of things—best mates and colleagues with a seemingly convenient friends-with-benefits arrangement—but never a couple. It wasn’t Louis’ fault he didn’t feel the same way and couldn’t reciprocate Harry’s feelings in the way he’d wanted, the way he’d needed. Harry had allowed himself to get in too deep, his entire being aching to be loved back by the object of his affections. But in love, as in life, you don’t always get what you want.

15) Works Like A Charm | Explicit | 18061 words

Ever since Louis joined the team in fifth year, a few facts have become set in stone.

One: Louis is the best chaser in Hogwarts.

Two: Harry is the best beater in Hogwarts.

Three: They do not get along.

So it’s really unfair of Liam to think that forcing them to spend time together as Louis recovers from his injury will make them the best of friends. The last thing Louis would do is get along with that git.

16) The Way This River Runs | Explicit | 27417 words 

It’d be so easy to just open his mouth and plead with Harry, to scream I’m sorry until his voice disappears, but he can’t. Be it his pride or his ego or his insecurities, he just can’t do it. The worst part is that he knows Harry would probably forgive him.

But Louis doesn’t want phony forgiveness. He doesn’t want Harry’s soothing words and pity embrace, thinks he might just break altogether if he was offered them. He feels like he’s made of glass recently and it’s to the point where he kind of wants to tip over the edge, just to see if he’d shatter. Just to see who’d be there to pick up the pieces if he did.

17) Give Me Love | Explicit | 41041 words

Louis doesn't feel like a good omega, Harry doesn't remember how to be an alpha, and they figure it out together.

18) Falling Out Of Fashion | Explicit | 42123 words

Harry Styles has been the established face of the Grimshaw House of Design for two years. It’s a prestigious and coveted modeling contract Harry took away from once-famed supermodel Zayn Malik. With the model transition Grimshaw’s designs went from a more urban, Zayn-forward aesthetic, to a Harry-favoring flowery, flowing femininity in the Grimshaw designs for men.

So when Harry sees a dress Grimshaw made for a famous Marvel actress, “only a tease”, Nick says, of the evolving look, Harry knows Grimshaw is shifting his aesthetic.

Harry wonders if he can pull off the look.

19) Three Days In February | Explicit | 189346 words

Louis is cursed after a night out with the lads and the five have just three days to figure out what happened and how to break it before Harry and Louis both lose their sanity and maybe something more. Louis can hear everything Harry thinks and Harry isn’t sure he can keep his feelings for Louis a secret from his own mind.

Ridiculous amounts of banter and angst, a lot of Harry and Louis alone together, a healthy dose of OT5 friendship, and one very magical weekend.

20) Boss Bitch | Explicit | 386901 words

Harry had always wanted to work for this successful mafia; the mafia that everyone knew, everyone feared. Led by none other than the pahntom

"L'eue Courante", whom everyone knew existed, but had no other clues who this person could be. The only thing known was a high heel the phantom once left.

So this person had to be woman, Harry assumend. And man, was he wrong.

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