#this was one option I had that I thought was neat

[quibbs126]

I want a Charcoal Cookie

I mean, you can have activated charcoal in food, like charcoal cheddar, black ice cream, other things I can’t find (without the internet telling me there was some sort of trend about putting it in food, I’m just looking for actual food with it). So I mean, it works if you need the Cookies to be made of something edible

Also, maybe with charcoal being burnt wood, they could have a connection to Millennial Tree Cookie? Like, they were once a part of his forest, or even a branch from his tree, that got burnt into charcoal and then turned into a Cookie? And maybe they hold resentment for it? I dunno, just a neat idea pertaining to it I had

And also I want to make a joke about them eating wood to like, keep their powers active, like they have fire powers and they need to eat wood to keep it burning. But also they just eat sticks. Like yes, they eat other food, but they will just chomp on a twig

Just a random thing

[antirepurp]

Been thinking a lot about Part 5 characters with Digimon, and I think Lucemon would be a very fun partner for Giorno. Lucemon is typically an antagonist in Digimon media, so I think it'd be interesting to give a partner like that to Giorno, who keeps them in check with his strong moral compass.

Also the angel symbolism is just really neat and it works pretty well with Giorno being the son of "God" (aka DIO).

i could see that working too yeah! it could present an interesting dynamic where lucemon's ability to evolve depends entirely on how well they work with someone like giorno, and if he's partnered with a lucemon who doesn't share the same vision as him it would present an opportunity for an arc where one or both of them have to compromise on their views and act beyond strict ideas of good and evil to grow stronger. the only problem that comes to mind is the satan mode that's both visually and thematically the opposite of giorno in many ways, i guess it could make for a nice contrast but it might be a bit much for my tastes lol

also i may have mused about these jojo digimon shenanigans enough to have pucci partner with a lucemon as a way for him to create his new world oop

[a-tired-bass]

i fucking love excel

got it ticking away in the background doing an optimisation problem for something i want to make. in the time it takes me to test a handful of variations it goes through hundreds of thousands

3 different optimisations to solve then i can start physically designing my new toy

[milky-aeons]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅

౨ৎ . . . you swore that you would never fall for a man like GOJO SATORU. but you were not immune to his looks, that suave charm, the silly personality, and before long — he had your heart right in his thieving hands.

warnings: swearing, pet-names, female reader, w.c 1.4k

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔, who did not impress you the first time you had met him. Of course, he was beautiful — with a boyish face sculpted from marble and moonlight-white hair. Not to mention those eyes — telling of all the shades of blue smashed together and gifted divine power. It was not his looks that had warded you off Gojo Satoru of Tokyo's Jujutsu Tech in the beginning, but his behaviour. He was childish. He was obnoxious — he was everything you were not looking for in a companion, and yet, there would be nights you lay alone in your bed and felt that it was a bit too spacious. That maybe your life was too mundane and rigid, by the book, comfortable. There came a point where you would arrive at Jujutsu Tech bright and early and search for the shaman's jovial laugh. Expect his jokes. Look forward to parrying with him until before you knew it, he had taken up every one of your waking thoughts.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who initially believed your infatuation with the famous sorcerer was one-sided. Until there were signs — excuses to touch each other, the way he leaned down to whisper in your ear and chuckle, letting it vibrate all across your pebbling skin. He's playing with you, like he plays with everyone, was what you told yourself when your imagination ran wild with the possibilities, the what ifs. And then there were gifts; wrapped candies left on your desk, a box of four chocolate cupcakes with two already missing on your window ledge. Before you had a chance to confront the man and ask him what exactly his intentions were, like always, he beat you to the punchline.

The flyhead hovered in its spot at your doorstep, disconcerting in that way curses always were, but laughably harmless. The little spirit was not what had surprised you. It was the sliver of paper it held in its mouth. Gingerly, you took it when the flyhead jutted its chin forward. You unfolded the seam slowly, having a strange inkling as to who it could be from, but refusing to hope for it. Not until you saw his surprisingly neat cursive inked onto the page and forming the question; Go on a date with me? Circle one of these options. - Yes. - Absolutely! - I thought you'd never ask ~\(≧▽≦)/~

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔, who never made dating him a boring affair. There was not a date the shaman would go on twice; partly because he liked to keep it interesting, and partly because he was the type to get bored quite quickly. Even when you both had become an item and had been together for quite some time, Satoru was the type of man to take you on the most extravagant outings, just to see that sparkle of wonder light up your pretty face. On a Monday evening, he would wordlessly leave a beautiful dress laid out on your bed and written directions to the roof-top restaurant he was taking you to, that night. Come Wednesday, and he'd warp halfway across the world, if only to spend a night with you under the city lights of New York or a romantic hotel suite in Paris.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔, who loved to show you off as much as he liked to proclaim that you were his, and no one else's. Even if it was in the most flamboyant Gojo Satoru-like way he could. Which very much included scooping you up into his strong arms in broad daylight where everyone could see, or placing a long, lingering kiss against your lips while you stood in line at the shopping mall. Sometimes, he would not-so-subtly kidnap you from whatever menial task you had become occupied with during work and proclaim loud and clear what his intentions were for everyone in the room to hear;

"Sorry folks, but me and my beautiful girlfriend have got somewhere far more excitin' to be, so if you'll excuse us, we'll be goin'~!"

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔, who made it no small secret that he had inherited a generous fortune and loved to spend it on you, whenever he got the chance. Of course, you would balk at him when he offered to buy you that designer bag or those extravagantly expensive earrings just because they'd look so gorgeous on you, baby. He always assured you that money was no big deal to him, and that the old wart's back at his family estate weren't trying to buy themselves a holiday, any time soon.

"Come on, come on, let me spoil you, pretty girl. Let me get ya this dress, it's not even that pricey. No, you can't look at the tag~"

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who adored Satoru's playful side. Your boyfriend was as much a powerful sorcerer as he was a giant kid. In your spare time, you both made pillow forts in the middle of your apartment living room. He asked you for the passcode before he let you inside. Using Limitless, Satoru would drape a large blanket over your heads. And in the little fort where Gojo Satoru proclaimed himself king and you his enchanting queen, you both would snuggle together, your head on his chest, and watch silly videos about cats or dogs or anything to extend your time together.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔, who was an awful cook. He was the type of child born and raised into nobility; had received fine meals spoon-fed to him his entire life and drilled in the ways of Jujutsu — there was no real time nor reason for him to learn how to boil an egg or make simple sashimi. But you didn't mind. In fact, you quite enjoyed busying around the kitchen in your apron when you both decided to stay in that evening for dinner. He'd linger, eyeing the numerous pots and pans and pout, wondering why you would go through this trouble and not let him order the meal to the front door. Then, he'd wrap his muscular arms around your waist and pepper your neck with butterfly kisses, distracting you, making you bark out a lovesick laugh.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔, who took you walking on the Tokyo skyline during those summer nights where the air was balmy and warm. He'd hold your hands steady and wrap you both in a blanket of his Limitless, guiding you to walk across building-tops and street lamps and the highest apex of the tallest radio tower, just so you could be close to the stars. So close, that you thought if you reached out, you could almost touch them.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔, who loved when you played with his hair. There was something soothing in the way you carded your fingertips through his soft tresses he let free from his eye-mask. Sometimes, your powerful sorcerer boyfriend reminded you of a preening cat — the way his entire body stretched and hummed when you scratched his sensitive scalp. You, in turn, adored Satoru's wild undercut, the scent of oranges and expensive shampoo he used. And when his bangs became a little too long — you would instruct him to sit and take a scissors to it, loving how he relaxed into you, how he closed his eyes and let the tension of the day melt from his expression.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔, who loved to feel you close. Any chance he could, the sorcerer would find an excuse to pull you in for a hug, to drape his heavy arm over your shoulder, to place a hand to the small of your back as you walked side-by-side down the street. His favourite place to wrap you in up his arms, although, was during the night when you both laid in bed together. Whether it be you lying flush on top of his body, or him, snuggled into your chest and breathing in your scent. The feeling of you, of your warmth and your energy, always calmed his heart to a steady rhythm. Always warded off his nightmares and kept them at bay.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who griped at your boyfriend for having flawlessly complected skin. Who asked him to divulge the Gojo family secrets of skincare, only for him to offer you the cheekiest wink and say I could, pretty girl, but it's gonna cost ya one hundred kisses and at least a life-time's supply of cream and zunda-flavoured kikufuku. When you whined at him for being difficult, Satoru had showed up the next day with two sheet face-masks for you both to try. His; a brightly coloured Pikachu-inspired one, and yours; a ruby-red Charizard.

"You might think I'm lyin', but I'm serious! This is the shit they use at home to make their skin all clear! Even the wrinkly old bastards, baby!"

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔, who brought you to any events the three big Houses held in the Jujutsu Calendar. You were not formally his wife, so the older members of society always looked at this gesture with sour distaste. Not like he gave a damn, any way. He would hold you on his arm and walk with confidence — with a proud expression, like he held the most beautiful girl in the room by his side. He'd introduce you to the audience with a broad smile on his face. And to end the night, he'd twirl you on the dancefloor, he'd dip you down and set a searing kiss to your lips for everyone to lay witness to. As if to say;

"This girl here, she's the love of my life. Look how amazing she is. All of you guys lookin'?"

✎ . . . requested by lovely nonnie!

WRITING REQUESTS

[alltoowelltom]

Thinking about Oscar buying his gf flowers for the first time (holding back tears)

-🌷(can i possibly be🌷anon?)

he would be determined. thank you for requesting and of course you can be 🌷 anon!

"Can I help you find anything?" the sales assistant asks kindly. She's got an amused smile on her face at the sight of the young man who appears overwhelmed at the selection of flowers laid in front of him. He'd considered leaving - there was too much variety, too many different options - but when he had laid eyes on the small floral store earlier he had become determined to buy a bouquet for you. He'd never bought you flowers before, never bought anyone flowers before. But you'd been together for a few months by now and he wanted to surprise you.

"Uh, yeah, maybe." He replies. "I wanna buy flowers for my girl- but which am I supposed to get her? How do I know what she'll like?" He rambles.

The woman only smiles at his nervous excitement, clearing off her table.

Oscar spends nearly half an hour listening intently to her explanations, taking in all the information as carefully as if he was hearing about the team's new car. He takes notes on his phone, making sure to write down the meanings of the flowers he chooses with her guidance.

He chews his lip lightly as she wraps the bouquet of hydrangeas, zinnias and baby's breath in translucent paper, tying a shiny white ribbon around too.

"Did you want to add a card too?" she asks, offering him a small pink card and a pen. Oscar thanks her, taking the pen and filling in both your name and his in the respective 'to' and 'from' spaces. His mind blanks as he tries to think of a message to add. How could he possibly find the words to explain how much you've become to him in a short period of time? He draws a shaky heart instead, hoping it will be enough to explain how he feels. The shop assistant loops the card onto the ribbon, tying it in a neat bow and handing the bouquet to Oscar who thanks her profusely for all her help.

"Don't be so nervous," she reassures him. "She'll love it, because you chose them for her."

"Hi baby," he calls, pushing the front door behind him. You'd stayed over at his apartment the night before and at his delight you'd opted to stay there all day too, promising you'd still be waiting once he got home from work. Despite it being early on in your relationship the thought of you usually being there when he got home (or vice versa) made his heart skip a beat.

"Kitchen!" you call, stirring a pot of pasta. He follows the sound of your voice.

"Hi," you greet him happily, turning the stove down and turning to give him a kiss. You stop short seeing what he's holding.

"Uh, these are for you." He says bluntly, holding them out. You can't hide the grin stretching across your features as you take it from him, flipping over the card and bringing the flowers close to your face.

"Thank you Oz," you say almost shyly. "What's the occasion?" You're already hunting in Oscar's cupboards for something vaguely vase-shaped. Unsurprisingly he has nothing of the sort so you settle for a clear Camelbak water bottle, filling it and placing the flowers inside.

"I don't need an occasion to get flowers for my best girl." He says, reaching one hand behind your head to press a sweet kiss to your mouth. You kiss him back happily.

"You like them?" He asks between pecks to your forehead.

"Yeah," you nuzzle into his chest and he's happy to just hold you in the middle of the kitchen. "I love them, 'cause they're from you."

🌼Hydrangea - gratitude

🌼Zinnia - constancy

🌼Baby's breath - everlasting love

[mydearlybeloathed]

𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after rejecting a boy in your hometown, he goes around spreading rumors about you and him. luckily, you have full faith in your wizard boyfriend, who just so happens to be coming back form his fancy wizard school in just a few days.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: remus lupin x gn!muggle!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: gender neutral reader, a menace old lady, scarlet letter allusion, several random muggles

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤: my boyfriend's back

It was laughable really, for Ben Waters to think your boyfriend would believe any of the lies he’d spread around town. You had full faith in Remus, your super cool wizard boyfriend who could totally crush Ben into next week. 

Still, the whispers all around that snobby little town were starting to get to you.

“Did you hear…?”

“Don't they have that boyfriend, though?”

“With Ben? Really?”

“Just wait till Remus hears…”

Just wait indeed. The sooner he got back from his fancy wizard school, the sooner you could kiss him in front of all the kids who think they’re so cool. In front of Ben even, the man of the hour, who’d done all of this just because you rejected him.

It was all so laughable.

That's what you thought as you sank deeper into your seat at the local diner. A group of your school mates whispered at the opposite booth.

So, so laughable, that it wasn’t very funny at all.

Remus would be back in three days. You could last another three days of this little letter ‘A’ Ben branded you with. 

In the meantime, you could continue to practice on Remus’ skateboard he left behind, maybe go by his place to see his parents, or hide out in your room for seventy two hours.

You inevitably chose the last option, and soon the day of Remus’ return arrived. 

His train from Hogwarts should’ve stopped at King’s Cross Station an hour ago, and the short train from there to home was probably a few minutes away.

You were just swinging a leg over your bike to go wait for Remus at his house, maybe have tea with his dad in the meantime, when the voice of your sweet old neighbor called you back. Mrs. Ketburn hobbled down her porch steps, waving with a frail hand.

A sigh hissed from your nostrils as you forced a smile at her. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Could do me a favor?” she asked ever so sweetly. 

Every inch of you wished to snap back a decline and pedal away as fast as possible, but you couldn’t do that. Your parents would have your neck for it. “Sure, Mrs. Ketburn.”

“Perfect,” she smiled, showing off her dentures. “It won’t take but a few moments, dear.”

You were counting on that. You needed to see Remus before any other kids from school found him. (You trusted Remus, you really did, and he trusted you, but a strong string of anxiety was still taut around your chest).

Mrs. Ketburn led you into her musty house that always smelled of cat litter despite no other indication that she even had a cat. She needed help reaching the flour on the very top shelf of her kitchen cabinets, so she could finish baking apple turnovers, she said.

With a glance at your watch, you pulled around a chair and stepped up, easily reaching for the bag of flour and quickly hopping back down. You practically shoved the flour into her hands and muttered a goodbye in one breath.

“I really gotta—” Time came to slow, slow stop as the bag slipped between her wrinkled fingers, a cloud of flour billowing up around the both of you.

“Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, dear. I’m sorry.”

You took an even breath and glanced down at your watch. “It’s fine.” You still had time. “Let me help with the mess.”

She grinned up at you. “You’re a dear. I’ll fetch a broom.”

“Don’t forget a dustpan,” you called after her.

It felt as if forever and then some passed by before she came back with a broom, of course having forgotten a dustpan. You gritted your teeth and tried not to be too harsh as you took the broom from her hands. 

You swept the flour into a neat little pile at the center of the kitchen, going to savagely search her supply closet for a dustpan only to come back hands empty. You were on the cusp of asking her to get it when you stepped back into the kitchen, finding Mrs. Ketburn holding the dustpan and asking, “Did you need this, dear?”

You didn’t even bother looking at your watch again, not wanting any more stress to weigh down on you. For all you knew, Ben himself could have tracked Remus down on his way home from the station by now.

That in mind, you probably broke a world record in sweeping with how swiftly you finished the task, leaving Mrs. Ketburn’s tools leaning on the counter as you shouted a goodbye over your shoulder.

You hopped onto your bike and set into action, pedaling down the road to make it to his house. That was your best bet at finding him in a timely manner. Around a corner, across the street, you sped through town, that horrid scene replaying in your head.

Remus would never believe Ben’s lies. Never ever… but you had to see him to be sure. 

As soon as you reached his driveway, you abandoned your bike on the pavement and ran up to the door. His mom’s car was parked out front. Remus was home from his stupidly far away magic school. At last. You nearly forgot why you were stressed at all, but then the front door swung open as Remus met you halfway.

His smile was as blinding as ever as he rushed forth and enveloped you in a warm embrace. Throwing your arms round his neck you held him close and just breathed him in after so many long months apart.

You wanted to ask him about his friends, about what new magic he could show you, and if his Quidditch team did well—but first, you pulled back and stared deep into his eyes, blurting, “Ben Waters is a liar and a creep.”

The way he grinned at you told you all you needed to know. “Tell me something new.”

“So someone told you already?” you asked tentatively, drawing a roll of his eyes.

“I was told,” he began as if on his last leg, “by an overly enthusiastic Heather Law that you’d betrayed me and gone 'n slept with Ben.”

You pictured the girl from your class clear as day, waltzing up to him ever so confident she was about to gain a new boyfriend. You waited, but all he did was chuckle at the notion. “And you said?”

Remus pressed his forehead to your own, nudging your nose with his. “I told her to have a good day, and I came home to you.”

That was enough to have you connecting your lips in a feverish kiss, smiling into it. You knew Remus would never believe them. He was too good to ever even play with the idea. You just couldn’t wait till everyone else knew that too.

But first, you had a year's worth of kisses to catch up on.

[runnning-outof-time]

My Favorite Story | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by @peakyswritings

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy finds himself spending time in his office for other reasons once he finds out (Y/N)'s interest in the room.

Warnings: smoking

Word Count: 4024

A/N: sorry if this one got a little corny at the end…thanks Reb, for allowing me to put my love of books into a story. Enjoy! :)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Comment/Message me if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

"Come out, come out wherever you are, Charlie!" (Y/N) called as she wandered the halls of Arrow House, looking for the small boy whom she was a nanny to. They were currently playing hide-and-seek, and it was the four year old's turn to hide.

She went from room to room, giving each only a quick glance because her opponent was only four after all...he wasn't going to be hiding in any advanced places. She continued on, checking each of the rooms on the first floor (because that's where their playing field was) until she got to the only hallway left. This one held a more formal sitting room, and her employer, Thomas Shelby's, office. She had hoped that Charlie wouldn't have gone down this hall because she knew that her boss was particular about the people he let into his personal office. But with all of the other rooms and hallways checked, she was quickly running out of options.

She checked in the sitting room and found it empty, which left her with one final choice of where to look. The door was also cracked, so there was a good chance that he was hiding in there. Out of all of the rooms in the house...you just want me to get into trouble, don't you? she thought to herself as she approached the door. "Charlie?!" she called out while slowly opening the door, treating it like there was tripwire on the other side and it would set off if she moved too quickly.

Giggles sounded out the second she stepped into the room. They were, of course, coming from the far corner, where the floor-to-ceiling windows were. She took a moment to take in her surroundings. This clearly wasn't one of the rooms she'd been in very much, so it all seemed foreign to her.

Something that jumped out right away was the expansive book collection that lined the walls of the room. Not a single shelf seemed to be empty, and all of the books were organized into neat rows; their spines just begging for her to run her fingers across. She would have thought that she'd died and gone to heaven if she didn't know any better. But she did...and right now she needed to find the child she'd been searching for and get out before it became a personal hell.

"Where are you, Charlie?" she called out as she walked even further into the room. She wanted to smile at his adorable giggles, but the worry of getting caught, and reprimanded kept her strict to her mission of ‘find the kid and get out’.

"You can't see me, Miss (Y/N)," he said in between his giggles, which she now realized were coming from behind the curtains.

"I think I'm getting closer," she told him, only a few steps from his hiding spot now, "hmm...why could there be shoes coming out from under the curtains?" she wondered aloud as she reached out to take hold of the curtains. The giggles quieted down as the child prepared to be found. "There you are!" (Y/N) exclaimed as she pulled the curtain slightly to the side, coming face to face with the beaming boy.

"You found me!" Charlie exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

"You had a good hiding spot," (Y/N) told him, a smile on her face, "although you should know better than to hide in your father's office," she added, her voice holding a more stern tone.

"It's your turn!" he cheered, unphased by her statement.

The sound of the front door closing rang out through the halls before anything else could be said. (Y/N) stiffened in her spot, knowing that that sound could only mean one thing...

"Daddy!" Charlie yelled as loud as he could before he took off running out of the room.

(Y/N) was still frozen. She wanted to run like hell out of the room and try to make it seem as though she wasn't just in a room that was supposed to be off-limits, but instead her feet stayed glued to the hardwood. The voice of Tommy Shelby came clearly from the foyer, greeting his son and asking him what he'd been doing while he was away.

Hearing him speak made her kick into gear, and she was able to walk the length of the room and reach the door just as she heard footsteps starting to come her way.

"I was playing hide-and-seek with Miss (Y/N)!" Charlie excitedly told his father as he led him down the hall he'd left his nanny in, "and I had a really good spot."

"Did you?" Tommy asked, intrigue present in his voice as he wondered where his son was taking him. When he looked up, he noticed (Y/N) in the process of shutting the door to his office. His eyebrows furrowed at this, trying to remember if he'd locked the door or not when he was leaving this morning.

His office was the one room in the house that he didn't want Charlie roaming about freely in. There were too many bad things held in there for a child to be going through it unattended.

"Where was this hiding spot, eh?" Tommy asked his son when they stopped a few steps away from where (Y/N) was standing.

"I hid behind the curtains!" the boy wasted no time in exclaiming, not seeing any problem in where he'd chosen to hide. (Y/N), on the other hand, felt like she was about to faint as she waited on baited breath for Tommy's reaction to Charlie's answer.

Instead of quickly deciding (Y/N)'s fate, Tommy did one of the things he does best: look to each of the people standing in front of him as he dragged his statement out until it felt like (Y/N) was going to explode from the tension.

"He was...we were in your office, Mr. Shelby, I'm so sorry," she admitted, the words rushing out of her mouth before she had much time to process them. She hoped they made sense.

Tommy stayed quiet for a few more moments after she spoke, blinking a few times as he thought her words over. He couldn't help but feel a tinge of anger as he thought of the rule that had been broken. Of all people, (Y/N) should have known that Charlie wasn't allowed in his office unattended.

"I've already told him that he shouldn't be going into your personal rooms, but he..."

"Stop," his voice finally broke through her second round of explanations. She closed her mouth as soon as she heard him, holding her breath as she hoped that she'd still have a job after this conversation was over. "There's no need to explain yourself any further," he told her, his voice flat, giving her no indication of what he was thinking.

(Y/N) continued to hold her breath as she watched Tommy turn to look at Charlie. "You should know better than to go into my office when I'm not home, Charles. Next time you listen to what (Y/N) is telling you, alright?" he asked with raised eyebrows, his voice stern.

"Yes, sir," Charlie answered like he knew he was supposed to, nodding his head once.

"Good lad. Go on now...go play in your room," Tommy instructed him once he deemed the boy to have understood the message he was trying to get across.

Charlie turned to (Y/N) before going anywhere. (Y/N) immediately knew that he was waiting for her to join him, but a quick glance at Tommy to see his eyes trained on her made her realize that maybe she should stick around for a few moments longer. "I'll be up shortly, Charlie," she told the boy, who nodded before running past his father to go to his room.

(Y/N) swallowed thickly as she focused on Tommy again, waiting to see if he'd be the first to say something. The anticipation was, once again, killing her.

"He didn't touch anything, did he?" Tommy finally asked; his question being one of the last that (Y/N) expected to come out of his mouth.

"No, Mr. Shelby. Everything was in its rightful place when I entered the room," she assured him.

"Good," he nodded, happy with her answer. "You're able to go with him," he said to her then, stepping out of the way so that she'd have room to pass him.

"That's all?" she asked, the words coming out before she could stop them.

Tommy's brows furrowed in confusion upon hearing her statement. "What do you mean?"

"You're not angry at me? I'm not in trouble for entering your office?" she rattled off some of the questions that were circling through her brain.

"I'm not, no," he shook his head, "let's not make a habit of it though, eh?"

"Of course, Mr. Shelby," she nodded, still surprised by how the situation had gone. She was still expecting him to blow his lid on her...it wouldn't be the first time he'd done it to one of his employees. She wasn't about to give him a reason to do so though. "Thank you," she said then, ducking her head before she walked past him so that she could go and be with Charlie again.

Tommy took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly as he moved to open his office door. He knew for certain that he would have just had a completely different conversation if (Y/N) hadn't been the one who was closing the door. He'd felt something different towards her from the moment she was hired on as Charlie's live-in nanny a little over a year ago. His son adored her, and he was happy that Charlie would grow up with someone who genuinely cared for him, and who would be able to be with him when his father was away. (Y/N) provided a much needed sense of security for a boy who'd been through so much in his short life so far.

(Y/N) brought something into the house that had been missing. Tommy often wondered if he'd grown a soft spot for her because of how she was with Charlie, or if there was maybe a little more behind the reason.

He sunk into his office chair with a sigh, looking at the picture of his late wife and son as they stared back at him. If only it had been that easy, he thought to himself before grabbing the cigarette tin so that he could take one out and roll it along his lips, but things happen for a reason, right?.

——

(Y/N) knocked on the door to her employer's office, waiting to hear if he was in before entering. His muffled voice calling for her to 'come' came through the mahogany moments later, making her turn the knob and open the door. "Good afternoon, Mr. Shelby," she greeted him as she found him sitting behind his desk.

"Hello, Miss (Y/L/N)," he returned the greeting, "is there something I can do for you?"

"I have Charlie's quarterly report. I figured you'd want it as soon as I was finished with it," she told him, holding the papers up into view.

Tommy nodded at her words. "Let's have a look then," he said, beckoning her over to his desk with a wave of his hand. (Y/N) nodded and walked across the room, stopping in front of his desk so that she could hand him the papers. He sat his glasses on the bridge of his nose before he began looking through them, reading the detailed report of how his son was progressing. "You think he'll be ready to start schooling?" he asked her after a few, quiet moments had passed, glancing up at her.

"I think so, sir. He's a very bright boy," she answered with a nod and a slight smile.

"And everything else seems to be in order...as far as developments go?" he asked another question.

"Yes," she nodded again, "there's even some things he's excelling at," she added, a proud smile forming on her face. Even though she knew she shouldn't, she'd come to love Charlie like he was her own. Spending nearly every day with him had created such a beautiful relationship between the two. She wouldn't know what she'd do without him.

"That's good to hear," Tommy nodded, continuing to look through the papers.

"He should be ready to start school in the fall," she shared the information that had been weighing on her mind, her smile faltering slightly, "and I'll promptly begin work on finding another placement for myself. I'll place adds in the papers, I'll..."

"No," Tommy cut her off abruptly with a wave of his hand and a shake of his head, "I want you to stay here with Charlie."

"He won't need me anymore, Mr. Shelby," she told him, a bit surprised by his interjection.

"Yes he will," he nodded, his eyes locked onto hers, "he's quite fond of you, (Y/N), and I don't want to separate that." We're all quite fond of you, he thought to himself as he studied her face. "I'll continue to pay you, and you'll continue to live here."

"You're serious?" (Y/N) checked, a slight gasp leaving her lips as a smile played on them.

"I am," he nodded again, clasping his hands together as he rested his elbows on the desk.

"That's so very kind of you...I will tell Charlie of this as soon as he is back from his riding lesson. He will be so thrilled. Thank you, Mr. Shelby," she expressed her gratitude, allowing the smile to take over her features.

"Thank you, Miss (Y/L/N)," he returned the sentiment, "you're free to go," he said then, signaling the end of the conversation.

(Y/N) nodded and turned to exit the room. She walked a few steps before stopping, the shelves of books catching her eye again. She folded her hands together in front of her skirt as she glanced around the room.

"Is there something else you need?" Tommy's voice broke the silence in the room, making her snap from her trance to turn and face him again.

"No, Mr. Shelby, I..." she trailed off, feeling slightly bashful for being caught admiring the books, "I'm just amazed by the amount of books that you have in here," she decided to tell him why she'd stuck around, a soft smile forming on her face after the admission.

"You read?" he asked her, his eyebrows raised in intrigue.

"I do," she nodded, "I'm slowly running out of material though, and the workers' library that you've so graciously given us only has so many books, so to see these books in here made me..." she trailed off as she realized she was sharing too much information, her face heating up as she looked down at the ground.

Tommy let the silence hang in the air for a few moments as he thought about what she'd said. "Would you want to read in here?" he asked her then, his question making her eyes shoot up to his.

"You'd let me?" she asked, her words coming out in a surprised gasp.

"Yeah," he nodded, his simple response making excitement bubble up inside of (Y/N).

"I'd really like that, thank you, Mr. Shelby," she said to him, expressing her gratitude once more. She swore that she saw the ghost of a smile flash across his lips as he nodded his head again. "I'm going to go be with Charlie now, sir...he should be returning from his lesson any moment." Tommy nodded again at her words, and she finally exited the room, her excitement boiling over as a giddy smile spread across her face. There was nothing she loved more than books.

——

It became a routine for (Y/N) to go into Tommy's study so that she could read every day after that. Tommy would be in the room sometimes, working on whatever it was that he needed to get done. She quickly came to love the peaceful silence that filled the room as they cohabitated in it. Being with him felt comfortable to her...almost as comfortable as it felt when she was spending time with Charlie.

"Do you have a favorite book?" Tommy asked out of the blue one day, his words making (Y/N) look up from the page she was reading.

"I do, yes," she responded, a smile quickly forming on her face at the thought of discussing something she liked, "it's called Walden and it's by an American author named Henry David Thoreau. He writes about being alone and immersed in the wilderness in it...it's always such a mind clearing read," she informed him of her favorite book and explained why it held that title.

"Do I have it?" he asked her, his brows furrowed in curiosity.

"I've not found it on the shelves...it's been a while since I've read it, actually," she answered, remembering clearly one of her first days spent in the room. She was rather bummed when she came up empty in her search.

"Noted," he nodded, picking up his pen and focusing his attention back on the paper in front of him. (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows at the conversation she'd just had, confused as to why he'd just asked her that out of nowhere. Silence persisted in the room again, so she went back to reading.

——

"You're late today," Tommy commented as he watched (Y/N) enter the room.

"Charles wouldn't settle," she answered him, a slight smile on her face as she tried to push her feelings of nervousness down. She knew it wasn't the case, but she couldn't help but feel like a child who had just been called into the headmaster's office.

"Is he fine now?" he asked her, watching as she skimmed the shelves, looking for the book she'd indulge in that evening.

"He is...he had a burst of energy before bed," she answered, her eyes still focused on the books. Nothing was jumping out at her. She'd just finished a book and was now in that weird in between where she couldn't get interested in something else.

After searching for a few more minutes, (Y/N) gave up with a sigh. She moved over to the couch and sat down, resting her head back against the cushion. "All these books and yet there's nothing to read," she mumbled to herself, staring at the fire.

"Something wrong?" Tommy questioned as he watched her carefully.

"I've got nothing to read," she answered, fully aware of how dramatic she sounded, but yet not caring.

Tommy chuckled at her statement before he stood from his chair. (Y/N) turned her head and watched him as he opened one of the desk's drawers and took something from it before he made his way over to where she was sitting. Her brows furrowed together when she noticed that what he had in his hand looked like a book. Without a word, he sat down next to her and extended his arm with the book in her direction.

"What's this?" she questioned, accepting the book from his hand.

"It came in yesterday...I figured you might want to read it," he answered, giving no explicit clues to her.

(Y/N) sent him a look of confusion, to which he responded with a slight nod, silently telling her to open the book. She listened, and she just about gasped when she opened the cover and read the title page. "You found me Walden?" she asked him, surprise was present in her features when she looked up at him once more.

"I did," he nodded, the corner of his lips tugging upwards as he noticed how happy this gesture had made her.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Shelby!" she couldn't hold her excitement back, a wide smile breaking onto her face as she clutched the book close to her.

"You're welcome, (Y/N)," he said, happy that he'd made her happy. "You can call me Tommy when we're in here...you're not working," he told her then and she nodded, feeling the butterflies react to the advancement.

She eagerly opened the book then, more than ready to dive into Thoreau's words and experience his adventures again. Tommy stayed sitting on the couch, fishing the tin of cigarettes out of his pocket so that he could stick one between his lips and strike it with a lighter. He rested his head back against the couch and watched (Y/N) as she quickly became immersed in the world her book's pages held. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt as content as he did now; the last time he rather sit and do nothing instead of continuing on with his work.

"Do you have a favorite story?" (Y/N)'s question broke him from his thoughts, and when he glanced in her direction, he saw that she'd lowered her book and was looking at him.

"My favorite story?" he replied with a question. (Y/N) nodded. Tommy paused for a moment, looking at the fire as he thought it over. He then chuckled slightly before responding, "perhaps it's one that hasn't been written yet."

(Y/N) couldn't believe his reply. She bit on her lip to try and contain the smile that was threatening to form the second after she heard it as Tommy watched her intently for her reaction to his words.

"That sounded a bit soppy, didn't it?" he questioned her after a few moments had passed, taking one last drag from his cigarette before he stamped it out in the ashtray on the coffee table.

"Not at all," she answered, biting on the knuckle of her index finger to stifle the giggles that were threatening to escape as she spoke.

Tommy looked at her once he was sitting properly again, admiring her face as she did the same with him. Nothing was said as he then reached over and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. (Y/N) froze slightly at the action, her eyes locked onto his as he gently ran the back of his hand down the line from her cheek to her jaw. His touch made her skin feel like it had been set alight.

"I'm sorry my hair isn't properly done up," she apologized, her voice much softer now.

"Don't apologize," he brushed her off, his voice's tone matching hers. He kept his hand resting on her jaw, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb as he savored the feeling of her soft skin.

(Y/N) hoped she looked calm on the outside, because all of her systems were firing in her brain. She'd be lying if she said that she didn't want something like this to occur between her and Tommy. Her feelings for him seemed to grow with each hour she spent in his study; reading books while he worked. In a way she felt like she had already been with him; like they were a couple who had already settled into a peaceful married life and liked to come together in the evenings and just spent time in the other's presence. She had to keep reminding herself that she was only Charlie's nanny.

But with the way he was acting, she may not only be that for long...

"Would you come to dinner with me?" he asked her after some time had passed.

"You'd want me to?" she shyly asked him, her eyes slightly widening at his offer.

"I would," he nodded, "maybe then I could tell you a bit more about an idea for my favorite story."

"I'd like that," (Y/N) nodded, a smile forming on her face as her butterflies went swarming again, "I'd like to hear more about your favorite story."

Little did she know that his favorite story was the one they were about to write.

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MASTERLIST

[faintedincoils]

Plus Size, Cute/Nerdy Indie Fashion

No links, because I don't want Tumblr to eat the post, but message me if you have questions on anything. And if you have any suggestions for me, please let me know!

Morning Witch - Flora and fauna prints. I've purchased multiple midi skirts (with pockets!) and T-shirts, and one fantastic sweater. My datemate @fortangel loves their button downs, which have hip buttons to allow for more room.

Fresh Hot Flavors - Gorgeous prints and patterns, from floral to fantasy, anime-inspired to mythology, and of course pride colors. I've got their maxi and midi skirts, plus petticoats, all of which are super comfy and gorgeous and, again, pocketed.

Maya Kern - I've had my eye on her skirts for AGES, and now that I've got a few of my own I couldn't be happier! Once again, flora and fauna prints, plus some other neat options. These seem to fit a tad bit more snugly than the first two, so keep that in mind with sizing and be sure to pay attention to the measurements.

Witch Vamp - More skirts with pockets, skater, midi and max! A slightly darker/more edgy style, and some solid colors available too. My spider lily skirt from this shop may be the single most comfortable piece of clothing I own.

Vetiver Fox - Admittedly I don't have one of their skirts yet, but they're absolutely gorgeous and I'll be getting one as soon as they're in stock this summer. Truly stunning patterns, flora, fauna, and mythological.

Sealkie Cove - Source of my ridiculous, beloved, neon pink furby button down.

Crowlines - I don't have any of their clothes yet either, but the patterns are SO cute! Skirts and button downs. The best kitten prints ever, I think.

Cheek Boss - Odd shop out here, this one sells underwear and socks. The designs are lovely, they're ridiculously comfortable, and these are the first underwear I've ever looked at myself in and thought "Wow, I look cute!" The socks are also super cute, but I've had quality issues. Then again, they were from their first batch when they first started selling socks, and may have improved.

@morningwitchy @freshhotflavors @mayakern @shopwitchvamp @vetiverfox @sealkiecove

[stylesloveclub]

Pleasing (grumpy h blurb)

In which Harry's acting kinda grumpy, and y/n helps him... destress. :)

+++

Harry’s hand slams onto his phone, muting the blaring chimes of his 6 AM alarm. His head hurts and his eyes are heavy, and the thought of having to get out of bed, get dressed, and go to a business meeting when it’s still dark outside makes his feel physically ill. 

He’s tired… beyond tired. Last night had been another one of his annual “In-Chef nights.” He’d been up on his feet, cooking meal after meal from 6 PM all the way until midnight, and had then spent an additional two hours with his staff cleaning up. He’d driven home in the cold rain, and didn’t even have enough energy to change into his pajamas when he got home. He just stripped down to his briefs, and collapsed into his bed.

 Running on barely four hours of sleep, he’s feeling cranky and miserable and irritable. The sound of his alarm has been nagging at him through three snooze cycles, and he knows if he stays in bed any longer, he’s going to be running late. 

He forces himself to blink his eyes open. He feels gross and sluggish, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles, and letting out a loud groan. The early morning meeting he has today isn’t even one that he’s excited for… he hates the constructors that are helping him open a new Pleasing location in New York. They’re bad communicators, and always make mistakes in the plans that they’ve made. Harry’s a very particular man, he’s picky about the way his food is cooked, a neat freak in his home, and has an organized schedule that he never strays from. So working with these incompetent people, who somehow always manage to royally fuck something up… god it really gets Harry frustrated. 

He yanks the blanket off of himself and swings his legs over the side of the bed. His feet meet the floor, and it’s ice cold. Great. 

This is just fucking great. 

+++

“Jesus fucking christ.” 

Harry takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes to calm himself. It doesn’t work. His nostrils are flaring and his eyes have turned a dark, angry shade of green. “I fuckin’ said last week that I wanted gas stoves. So why is there an order for six electric stove tops?”

Ian, the contractor, fumbles in front of Mr. Styles, cheeks turning red. “Uh-um, t-the installation of the electric stoves was cheaper.”

“What did I explicitly ask for,” Harry seethes.

“Err– t-the gas–”

“So what in your right mind made you think that I’d be okay with this?”

“I– well, sir, we just wanted to go with the option that was more affordable–”

“Do you think I give a fuck which one is cheaper?” Harry yells. “For fuck’s sake, I’m running a multi-million business!” He slams the papers he’d been holding onto the desk in front of him and stands up angrily, his chair scratching loudly against the hardwood floors. “Get this fixed, today,” he says before storming out of the conference room and slamming the door behind him. 

He locks himself into his office, and sits in his chair, rubbing his red-veined eyes. He’s too tired to have to deal with all this shit today. How hard is it for people to follow instructions? His life would be so much easier if everyone else didn’t fuck up so much. 

He sits there for a few minutes with his head in his hands, fingers still rubbing at his eyes to try and soothe away the burning feeling he feels every time he opens them. His head is starting to hurt, a pounding migraine so intense that he can feel his heartbeat in his ears, and his stomach hurts. All he had to eat today was a black coffee before he went into that horrific meeting five hours ago. 

Yes, the one hour meeting they had planned had ended up taking five hours instead. He literally had to clear his schedule to fix all the fucking mistakes that they were making. They’d chosen the wrong tiles for the floor, ordered the wrong stove tops for the kitchen, and had designed all of the countertops to be one inch too low… it literally pained him to be working with such incompetent designers. 

And now he was behind on his work. 

He lets out a tired sigh and turns on his desktop, opening his emails. The bright screen makes his eyes sting, and he has to squint to read the tiny word on the screen. He scrambles around in his drawers and finds his reading glasses, but still, the words blur together and make his head hurt. He bares with the pain, and spends an hour or so responding to emails and filling out paperwork, until there’s a knock at his door. 

“What is it?” he calls out a bit snappily, not looking up from his paperwork. 

He hears the door jiggle, trying to open but struggling against the lock. “It’s me, Mr. Styles!” 

Immediately, he puts his pen down and unlocks the door for his sweet y/n to come in. She’s holding a plate of food for him, and looks up at him with her pretty smile, cheeks warm and dimpled with kindness. 

“Hey puppy,” he murmurs, surprised. She hadn’t come in for the majority of this week because she had finals. In fact, she just had her physics final just this morning. 

“Hi!” she says enthusiastically, entering his office. “Teddy told me that you’ve been here since 8, n’that you haven’t eaten anything all day.” She looks up at him with her adorable bambi eyes, “How come you’re allowed to scold me for not eating enough at work when you’re skipping meals too?” 

He smiles lightly, “you’re right puppy, that’s hypocritical of me.” 

“Very hypocritical,” she nods resolutely. “So, I brought you some food! I had Teddy make it, ‘cos I know he’s your favorite.”

His stomach growls at the sight of the fettuccini alfredo in front of him. He’s starving but he’d been way too caught up in his work to think about getting up to get himself any food. “Thank you,” he says, taking the plate from her and picking up her hand to press a kiss to her knuckles. 

“It smells yummy, so I want some too,” she says, sitting down on the chair behind his desk. “But we gotta eat it quick, ‘cos I’m supposed to get back out there in five minutes.” 

“Thought you weren’t meant to come in today?” he says, sitting down next to her. 

“I wasn’t scheduled,” she says, shoving a forkful of the pasta into her mouth, “but then Grace texted me asking if I could cover for her. She got the flu.” 

Harry hums, grabbing a tissue from his desk, and wipes off the little bit of white sauce clinging onto y/n’s lips, her mouth full of deliciously creamy and garlicky pasta. “How were your exams?”

She rolls her eyes. “Ugh. Don’t talk about it. So hard, but everyone else said it was super hard too, so hopefully there’s a fat curve.” She claps her hands excitedly, “But at least I’m done! No more school for the rest of the month!!!” 

Despite his initial grumpy mood, he can’t help the smile that graces his face. His girlfriend is literally the cutest thing in the world, especially when she gets all giddy and excited like this. She’d been really stressed out and MIA all week because of her exams, so it’s refreshing to see his lively and happy y/n again. 

“So proud of you puppy,” he says, cupping her cheek and giving her a kiss. 

She twirls a forkful of pasta for Harry and feeds it to him. “Are we gonna hang out tonight?” she asks. 

“Of course. Need t’cuddle tonight, you’ve been so busy I feel neglected.” Just sitting with y/n for a few minutes has already calmed Harry down, the stress in his body fizzling away. 

She giggles cutely. “Okay baby. We can spend alllll night together.” 

+++

The ache in his stomach fades away after finishing the pasta that y/n brought for him, and after popping an advil, he feels his headache start to slowly go away as well. He’d gotten an email that the electric stove tops had been returned and that an order for the gas ones had been put in, so he’s feeling more relaxed about that as well.

He lounges around in his office until y/n is done with her shift, and they sneak out the back exit to head home together. He’s got a one hand feel on the steering wheel, the other on her thigh, and he’s feeling much better than he was this morning when he’d been all grumpy and stressed out. 

When they get to a stop light, his phone rings. He thinks nothing of it when he picks up, not even looking at the caller id. “Hello?” he answers casually.

“Er– Hi, Mr. Styles.” 

Harry rolls his eyes. It’s Ian on the phone. “What’s going on?” he says tersely.

“Um… so we figured out the stove issue, which is great…” 

The light turns green. “Okay…?” Harry says, slightly annoyed.

“So… well– the stove company said that the shipment is gonna take a few weeks, which is gonna put the construction schedule behind since we can’t install the countertops until we put the stoves in, which means…” Harry sighs in disappointment, already knowing what’s coming. “Well, it means that the restaurant might not be ready for the opening date that we’d set.” 

“Ian,” Harry’s knuckles are turning white around the steering wheel, and he’s using every cell in his body to keep his voice steady so that he doesn’t start yelling in front of y/n. “When I signed that contract with you, didn’t we agree it would be done in three months?”

“I– yes, it’s really unfortunate–” Ian stammers, but Harry cuts him off.

“I don’t want to hear fuckin’ excuses,” Harry bites. “We signed a contract.”

“Sir, I don’t know what to tell you,” Ian says casually.

“How about we start with the fact that this issue could’ve been completely avoided had you simply followed the plan that we had agreed upon?” Harry’s voice is steadily rising, an angry fire to his tone. “Or how much money you’ve already cost me from all the mistakes you’ve made? I signed a contract and I expect the deadline to be met. It’s far too late to push back the opening of the restaurant.” 

“It’s out of my control–” Ian tries to explain, but Harry won’t hear it.

“Jesus christ, do I need to do everything for you?” Harry bursts. “Call the company and tell them the delivery is for Harry Styles! Figure it out with the investors, pay them extra! We will not be pushing the date back, not when we’ve already invested so much into it.” Harry hangs up the phone angrily and throws it into his lap. “Fucking hell,” he breathes angrily. 

Y/n sits next to him quietly, her eyes wide. “Everything okay?” she asks timidly.

“S’fine,” he bristles tersely, pulling into his parking spot. He puts the car in park and gets out of the car, slamming the door behind him with such aggression that y/n winces for the car. 

Scrambling behind him like a little puppy, she follows him into his penthouse. There’s an angry furrow in his brow as they ride up the elevator, and his lips are pressed together in a frustrated line as he types out a message on his phone. He storms into the kitchen without even glancing at y/n, and pours himself a glass of ice cold water to maybe help himself calm down. 

Y/n stands shyly behind the kitchen counter, not saying anything but watching him quietly.

“Just a second, puppy,” he says, his tone impatient and clipped, pushing past her to head into his home office. He dials the number of one of his restaurant’s business partners on the phone, and spends nearly half an hour figuring out what they were going to do. 

“I want a new fuckin’ contractor,” Harry rants.

His partner. Niall, gives out a hearty laugh, “I know mate, but don’t worry. I’ll figure it out for ya. I know the guys over there, I’ll give ‘em a ring and see if they can get your appliances sent over any quicker.”

“Thank you,” he mutters gratefully. Finally, there was someone who knew how to get shit done. He hangs up the phone and runs his fingers through his hair frustratedly. His headache is back and his neck and shoulders hurt from being so tense.

Y/n knocks on his office door, and he sighs heavily. “Not now, puppy, v’got to send some emails.”

She steps in, despite the fact that he’s dismissed her, with sad eyes and a pout on her lips. “If this is how it’s gonna be all night then… I’m just gonna go home.” 

His eyes snap up. “What?” 

“You’re working and being all… grumpy,” she says quietly. “So I’m gonna get an uber.”

“Y/n, don’t be like that.” He looks at her with an exasperated look. “Something important came up, v’got to deal with it.” 

“I’m not trying to be like anything,” she shrugs. “You’re stressed out and you don’t wanna talk, so I feel like I’m just annoying you by being here.”

“Baby…” he sighs, rolling away from his desk and getting up to go stand in front of her. Her arms are crossed in front of her chest in a shy, almost protective manner, and she has her bag hanging off of her shoulder, fully prepared to leave. Standing in front of her, he can see the sadness in her eyes. “Don’t go, m’sorry.” 

“I know you’re upset…” she whispers, looking down at the floor, “but that doesn’t give you the right to be snappy with me. It hurts my feelings.” 

Oh, his precious girl, so sweet and sensitive. His heart breaks a little bit, knowing that he’d made her sad… he’d been so caught up in his own stress that he’d neglected her feelings. He knows that she was probably so excited to come over after having finished all her exams… and he knows that she’s sensitive. She gets teary eyed whenever someone uses a stern voice with her, cries for days if she ever gets yelled at. Of course it would hurt her when he pushes her aside and snaps at her to leave him alone.

He pulls her into his chest, “Sweetheart, you’re right, m’sorry. I shouldn’t be takin’ it out on you, you’ve done nothing but been sweet t’me all day.” She’d brought food for him when he was hungry, was cheerful and lovely on the car ride home, and had tried to talk to him when he was upset… only to get pushed away at the end of the night.

“I wanna stay, but not if you’re gonna be mean,” she says into his chest.

He presses a kiss to her hair, “no, m’done puppy. Not gonna be mean, promise. Please, stay?” 

She looks up at him and smiles softly. “Okay,” she puckers her lips and leans up for a quick kiss. “Thank you.” 

He smooths his hand over her hair, and rests his head atop her cheek, still hugging her close. She’s warm and smells sweet… holding her in his arms is all he wants to do for the rest of his life.

“How about I go take a shower while you send your emails, and then we can go to bed?” she suggests, pulling away.

He shakes his head. “Nuh-uh. No more emails tonight, I can send them in the morning.” It’s late at night anyways, it wouldn’t make a difference if he sent them now or tomorrow. 

“M’getting in that shower with you.”

+++

In the shower, y/n washes away all of Harry’s stress and worries. She lathers up the loofah with the rose scented body wash that she keeps in his shower, and rubbed it all over his chest and back and biceps. She even went so far as to lift his arms above his head and scrub his armpits for him, making Harry cackle at how silly she was.

Then, she took his yummy smelling shampoo and had him bend down so that she could wash his hair for him. She threaded her fingers through his hair and scratched at his scalp deliciously, scrubbing his hair as though he were getting spoiled at the salon. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly as the foamy shampoo dripped down his forehead, but she always made sure to rinse the bubbles away before they got into his eyes. 

They got out and dried themselves together, standing in front of Harry’s heater in their towels for a few minutes while y/n brushed her hair. He changed himself into only a pair of boxers, while y/n opted to skip on undergarments (it’s very important to let ur pussy breathe!!!), putting on only a pair of thin sleep shorts and one of Harry’s huge t-shirts. 

“M’gonna give you a massage,” she tells Harry once they’re both changed, shoving him onto the bed. He chuckles to himself at her weak attempt to manhandle him, but complies easily, settling onto his stomach so that she could straddle his back. She squirts some lotion onto her hands and warms it up between her palms, then rubs it smoothly onto Harry’s broad and muscular back.

“Mm, thank you baby,” he groans. “So good t’me.” 

It’s all innocent at first – y/n knows that Harry was stressed out and probably super tense, so she thought giving him a nice massage to work out the knots in his shoulders would be nice. But, of course, with Harry shirtless underneath her, it’s hard for her thoughts to stay completely pure. 

Harry’s so strong and muscled… it’s so hot. He feels firm underneath her hands, her palms smoothing over the ridges and curves of the muscles in his toned back. His shoulders are broad and his biceps look huge, even without being flexed or anything. The skin of his back is warm and smooth… so soft and tan. Her mouth waters as she rubs her hands up and down his back.

Her fingers find his shoulders and she kneads them deeply, which makes Harry let out a loud groan. His shoulders are particularly tense, and her little fingers are rubbing the tight knots in them so nicely. “Harder baby,” he grunts, and she obliges. Her thumbs dig deep into the meat of his shoulders and rub in slow, painful circles.

She uses all her strength to massage him. He’s so built, every inch of his back covered with hard muscles, that it takes a lot of energy to really get in there. She has to put her entire weight into her hands and press deep onto his back. Luckily, the lotion made it easy for her to glide over his skin and knead his sore muscles. The groans that he lets out tell her which spots to focus on. 

His eyes are shut, eyebrows furrowed with pleasure. It hurts so good. His cock has started to plump up a bit, twitching every time her delicate fingers knead a particularly painful knot in his back. She keeps rubbing him, digging her fingers into his muscles, and the pressure in his cock grows unbearable. 

He flips himself around, unable to deal with it any longer. Y/n gasps at his sudden movement, then finds herself short of breath when she settles herself back down on his lap and feels how hard he is underneath her. Straddling his hips in nothing but her little, thin pair of sleep shorts, she can feel him… feels the curve of his cock, restrained in his boxers, and feels the ridge of his tip nudging against her clit. She’s sure that he can probably feel her pussy too, feel every fold and the tiny bud of her clit.

He smirks up at her when her little pussy flutters around nothing, twitching so delicately against his clothed cock. Her center feels hot, keeping him warm while she sits prettily atop him. “Keep going baby…” he says, voice low and dangerous. “M’arms hurt so much, can you rub ‘em for me?” 

He pouts up at her, but it’s a mocking pout. He knows exactly what she’s thinking about, and it’s much more filthy than his innocent request for an arm massage. 

Nonetheless, she squirts some more lotion on her hands and brings them down to his strong biceps. He’d been to the gym yesterday for arms, so he wasn’t lying when he said they were sore. But also, that means they’re particularly pumped today, firm and delicious… y/n just wants to bite them. 

His hands rest on her hips while she rubs her palms up and down his arms, his thumbs tracing soft circles onto the skin of thigh where her shorts have ridden up. She looks like she’s intently focused on rubbing his arms, but really, she can’t stop thinking about the way his cock feels underneath her. He subtly grips her hips and presses her down harder onto the hard bulge in his pants, and lets out a strained breath through his nose. Y/n similarly feels her breath catch in her throat, her hands pausing momentarily as she flutters her eyes shut.

“Feels so good baby,” he murmurs when her hands migrate up to massage his chest, rubbing circles over his swallows and tracing over his butterfly delicately. It’s a not-so subtle innuendo to fuel the fire of the sexual tension burning between the two of them right now. 

The hands on her hips start to slide upwards, under her shirt to rest on her warm tummy. He can see the soft peaks of her nipples poking through the shirt she’s wearing. “Baby… show me y’pretty tits, please?” he begs. He slides his hands even higher until his fingers graze the undersides of her breasts. “Had such a long day, I deserve a treat don’ I?”

“Y-yeah,” she agrees softly, taking her shirt off and throwing it onto the floor. She’s left topless, her perky nipple peaking in the cold air of Harry’s bedroom, and her wet pussy pressed firmly to his hard cock.

She continues rubbing his chest with her tits out, and Harry takes it upon himself to do the same to her. He plays with her tits, holds them in his palms and rubs his thumbs over her hard nipples. Still, it’s not enough. 

“Come closer, baby,” he murmurs lowly, guiding her forward. She inches forward slowly, back arching while holding herself up with her arms, until her boobs are hanging in front of Harry’s face. 

He sticks his tongue out and leans up, attaching himself to her nipple and sucking it into his mouth gently. His tongue licks the soft bud gently, and he hums happily. “Mmm, baby, so nice to me,” he mutters, switching to her other nipple, “Lettin’ daddy play with your pretty tits ‘cos I had a long day.” Hand engulfs the breast that he’d just hand in his mouth, palming it gently while his tongue plays with the other. His teeth skim her soft skin gently, and he starts sucking. Each purse of his lip and pass of his tongue sends a shock straight down to y/n’s center, and she’s absolutely, totally drenched. Her heart is beating erratically in her chest, and she can’t help herself before grinding herself down. 

Since she’s lifted herself up to align her tits with Harry’s face, she’s no longer sitting on his bulge, but instead now sitting on the butterfly painted on his abdomen. She presses herself onto his abs, soothing the dull ache that comes each time he hums around her breast.

Her boobs are so plump and plushy, dangling in front of his mouth and covered in his spit. His hands grope her chest sensually, pushing her breasts into his face and letting himself indulge like a teenage boy. He lets them bounce on his face, skimming his lips against them then pulling himself back, teasing himself. He nudges his nose against them, and they jiggle prettily right in front of his face. God, he’s making himself so hard, playing with her tits like this, having them all up in his face. All he can see is her skin, the roundness of her breasts, the soft bud of her nipples. No matter which way he turns his head, he makes contact with her, her nipples skimming his cheeks or his lips dancing against her sideboob. 

“Jus-” she gasps when he takes her boob back between his lips and sucks, tongue curling around her nipple, “Jus’ wanna make you happy daddy.” 

“Doing so good baby, taking caring of me so well,” he murmurs, barely moving his lips from her skin before reattaching to her areola. “You know what would make daddy so happy?” 

“W-what?” she whimpers, pushing her clit down against his hard abs.

“If you got on my cock and got yourself off. Could you do that for me, puppy?” 

She nods eagerly and shuffles herself down, shoving Harry’s briefs down. His cock bounces up and slaps against his stomach, the tip completely slick with his own precum and arousal. She doesn’t even bother warming herself or Harry up – the massage and his little play session had gotten both of them 100% ready.

She doesn’t take her sleep shorts off, genuinely too excited to stuff herself full of his cock. Grabbing him by the shaft, she hovers right over his hips and slowly guides him into her dripping cunt. The slide in is easy, absolutely no resistance from how wet she is, and she’s able to bottom out on the first go. 

Her hands rest on his chest to support herself, and she starts to lift her hips, up and down, skin meeting skin with every drop down. Her nails dig into his flesh, and it hurts just as good as her massage had. She’s riding him like she never has before – usually she’s a bit of a princess, mostly grinding her clit down and rubbing herself on his cock slowly until her thighs start to burn and she whines for Harry to take over. 

Now though, with the way he’d teased her all nice, she’s bouncing on his cock properly, using all her strength to pull herself all the way up, then drop back down. She sets a messy pace for herself, but it doesn’t matter. He’s hitting all the right spots in her, and that’s all she care about. 

Harry lies on his back in bliss, her pussy absolute heaven around his cock. Her messy pace and high bounces have her tits jiggling, and Harry pushes himself up onto his elbows to get a better view. “Fuck, puppy, you’re an angel.” 

He brings a hand down to rub her at her clit, fingers rubbing tight circles as she grinds herself on him. “Gonna cum baby,” he groans, “Are you close?”

She whines out, and nods messily, eyes shut as she keeps herself going. 

Harry throws his head back, and shuts his eyes, rubbing her clit faster and faster until she’s cumming, clenching around his cock and squeezing him so tightly. His vision goes white his ears start to ring, and he’s in absolute heaven.

Y/n collapses onto his chest, and he spurts out long streaks of cum into her warm pussy, balls clenching with every release and his hips twitching upwards, trying to get as deep into her as he possibly can. She lays on top of him heavily, breathing hard with rosy cheeks and a glistening forehead from how hard she’d worked to get them both to their end. 

He pulls her up for a kiss. What had he even been stressed about, again? 

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[loupy-mongoose]

While I’m struggling with a lack of artistic drive, I’ll share some Fakemon concepts that I was briefly inspired to create.

I don’t have name ideas for them at the moment, but I thought the overall concept was neat!

So, I set out to make a mongoose ‘mon, and with that my hands drew this.

From there my brain went down an immediate and steep rabbit hole.

And then I drew sneks. XD

This fella is kinda dopey. Not the smartest noodle around.

And the mongoose

isn’t the bravest. It fears opponents bigger than itself, so it puts on a display;

Bristling its stiff white fur and attempting to appear as a giant maw!

(I didn’t do any developmental doodles of gooseyboi rip. XD)

Now, these guys evolve. I had thought of two different possible ways for that to happen.

One: One of them beats the other in a battle after a certain level.

Two (a more gimmicky option): Have both in your party, one with under half HP. Level up the healthier one, and it’ll evolve, causing the other to disappear…

If the Snake overpowers the Mongoose, you get this;

And if the Mongoose overpowers the Snake, you get this

The Snake gains intelligence.

The Mongoose gains confidence.

And that’s my Fakemon idea. Thanks for checking it out. X3

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fallen {Chapter One}

Alastor x (fem)Reader

Summery- Innocence meant nothing in a place like this. Here, innocence was weakness. It would only get you killed. And yet, it was craved by the most twisted and sinful of demons.

Innocence to them, was something to be tainted, corrupted, and ruined beyond saving. It gave them great pleasure to destroy that innocence.

And he was no different. To him, she was nothing more than a new form of entertainment. But even he, as demented and cruel as he was, could not ignore the feeling that slowly grew deep within his blackened heart.

"What have you done to me?"

I was once a woman of god, my faith unchanging and strong. Because of that, I was granted entry into the kingdom of heaven. However, it would not last.

I awoke in a dirty and dark alleyway, my whole body ached, my mind struggling to keep up. My eyes opened, and I was met with a most horrifying scene. Above me, in the blood red sky, was a giant pentagram that loomed over all. My heart sank upon realizing just where I was. Hell. I had landed myself in hell.

But, how? I was in heaven. I had earned it. I had been good. I've only ever been good. I was faithful and true. So why? I brought myself to a sit, as I did so, a sharp stab of agony shot up my back. I failed to hold back a cry of pain.

Looking back on myself, a gasp escaped me as I found the source of my pain. My wings were still there. Once neat soft white feathers, now messy and dirtied from the ground. But that was not the worse of it. What made my stomach lurch, what caused the horrible throbbing pain I could not ignore, was the broken joint on my left wing.

The bone jutting out from flesh, golden blood dripping down the feathers of my wing. The fact that I had wings at all was proof enough I actually was in heaven. That, and my long white and gold-trimmed dress. However, it only made my confusion grow. If I was in heaven, why am I here now?

I took a shaky breath before attempting to stand, however it would not happen so easily. I hissed out as I felt a sharpness in my legs. Looking down, I saw more of my blood leaking from the various cuts along my legs. One nasty deep gash in particular on my right calf. This wasn't good.

I was bound to be attacked by some loathsome demon if I didn't try to escape. Flying wasn't an option, and neither was walking it seemed. But if I didn't do something quick then-

"Well. What do we have here?"

My breath caught in my throat at the sudden voice. I looked up to see a rather tall, well dressed demon standing before me. His grin, filled with sharp teeth, made my skin crawl. His deep red eyes bore into my own. He looked at me as if I were his next meal, and in a place like this, I very well could be.

I kept my mouth shut, even if I wanted to talk, I couldn't bring myself to speak. So, he filled the silence himself. "I thought I had seen something a bit strange earlier. It's not everyday you see an angel falling from the sky! Well, not unless it's time for the yearly extermination. If that's what you're here for, I'm afraid your a tad too late." He said with a chuckle. Still I kept quiet, he continued.

"Though, you do not look like the usual exterminators. No, I don't think you are. How very interesting." He took a step closer to me. Finally my body reacted, I scramble to move back as he grew closer. My back hit the hard brick wall behind me, I wince at the pain I received by doing so.

My heart was beating out of my chest, tears gathering in my eyes. My reaction seemed to have been amusing to him, as his grin grew wider.

"Afraid?" He leans down, his face inches from my own. "You should be." I shut my eyes tightly as he moved his hand up to my face. Flinching as his clawed finger made contact with my skin. I felt him move a strand of my messily tangled hair out of my face, before his hand left me.

"A creature like you my dear, is just begging to be harmed in a place like this. Though, I don't entirely blame you. You appeared to be heavily injured." I dare to open my eyes, only to be met with his sharp gaze.

His eyes only left mine briefly to meet my broken wing, then down to my injured legs, then back up to my face. "Quite the fall you had." He chuckled. I only nod. That had to be right. I fell from heaven. It was the only explanation that made sense.

Why else would I be here? The demon stood straight again, looking over his shoulder for a moment before turning his attention back to me.

'I doubt I'll ever get an opportunity like this again.' He thought, his grin somehow growing even wider. "Tell me, what do you plan to do now? Surely you intend on leaving this horrid place, yes?" He questions. Of course I do. I don't want to be here any longer that I already have. I nod my head, words still failing me.

"It will be quite the challenge my dear. You can't fly, and no one leaves hell just like that." He says with a snap of his fingers. "What will you do?" An excellent question. What will I do? What could I do? Panic set in quickly as I realized that there was nothing I could do now. I was stuck here. I would never be able to leave this god forsaken place. The tears finally began to roll down my cheeks, my shoulders shook as I cried.

How could this have happened? Why was this happening? Perhaps I've done something wrong? Maybe I've upset god in some way? Is that why I'm here? I'm being punished? Is that it? The demon's voice caught my attention once more as he spoke.

"Oh, how I hate to see a lady cry." I could have sworn there was a hint of sincerity in his tone. But I would be a fool to think a demon could feel sympathy for anyone. "Perhaps, we should make a deal."

I wipe a few tears away before looking at him with a confused glance. "I'll try and find a way for you to return to heaven. And in return..." His expression grew dark and sinister. "All you have to do, is amuse me." Amuse him? My stomach churned at the thought of what a demon would find amusing.

I look up at the sky, the pentagram's glow stinging my eyes. Heaven was out of reach, but I yearned for nothing more than to return. The deal almost sounded tolerable. I look back at the demon and finally, I spoke.

"W-Will you hurt me?" My voice cracked. "Of course not!" The demon waved his hand, as if dismissing the thought. "I'm rather curious about you. And I can't have someone like you harmed. Your value topples almost over all here. Many demons would kill for a chance to obtain an angel such as yourself. That alone is enough for me to keep you in tact as much as possible." His words weren't comforting, that's for sure.

But he said he wouldn't hurt me. I think. I couldn't trust him, but what other choice do I have? I don't want to be stuck here forever. The demon offered his hand. "What do you say?" He asks as a faint green glow engulfed his hand.

I sigh before hesitantly taking his hand with my own. As our hands clasp, the glow engulfed mine as well and a sting could be felt throughout my palm causing me to wince. The glow grew brighter, I shut my eyes tightly to shield my eyes from it.

I missed the twisted smile from the demon, but I felt his hand tightening around my own slightly before the glow finally calmed down and went out. The demon let go of my hand, only to pick me up. I gasp as I felt myself being hoisted up into a bridal style carry.

I couldn't bring myself to look at him, so I kept my gaze down at his chest. "Hold on tight." He warns me. And before I knew what was happening, I felt a rush flow throughout my body. It was almost like the feeling you'd get when going down a steep drop on a rollercoaster. And suddenly, we were in a new location.

I look around and take in my surroundings. There was a rather nice looking home before me. Well, I could consider it nice if it didn't look...haunted. I could have sworn I saw a shadow move in one of the many windows. Surrounding the home was a swamp, the water was infested with gators.

But not normal ones. These gators were far larger, their scales an inky black, multiple sets of eyes glow a deep red, and their teeth abnormally sharp and long, stained with the blood of I didn't know what. The plant life was unnatural as well. While they were alive like normal plants, they were sentient.

Looking for some unfortunate passerby to feast upon. This being proven by a demonic version of a frog hopping by one, only to be snatched up and ripped apart. I look away, not wanting to watch as the sound of crunching and squishing filled my ears. The bugs were abnormally large too, and just as carnivorous as the other creatures of the swamp.

"Home sweet home." The demon sighs before walking up the porch stairs. He walks in, the inside completely dark at first before he steps through the threshold. Like magic, light filled the home. And once again, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, shadows retreating into darkness wherever they could find it.

"Now, let's get you patched up." The demon says as he heads up the stairs. He brings me to his bedroom and sets me carefully on the surprisingly soft and comfortable bed.

I tried to keep still, as not to irritate my wing any further. But nothing could ease the pain, I winced and hissed out sharply as another throb jolted my wing. I could have started crying again it hurt so bad. The demon took note of that before moving to my left. I watched him carefully, wary of what he would do next. He said he would patch me up, while that confused me, I still didn't trust his word.

"This might hurt. But do try to keep still." He says before moving his hand over the broken bone. I move away fearfully, a foolish thing to do. I cried as more pain shot up my wing and back. "What did I just say?" The demon sighed.

"What are you going to do?" I ask sharply. He didn't have anything that could properly set the bone, nothing to ease my pain. Did he intend to force it back? "I'm going to heal it. But I need you to sit. Still." The demon said sternly. Still noticing my hesitation, he rolled his eyes. "I will try to make this less painful as possible. Now, are you going to do as I say? Or are you going to just sit there, still in pain?"

I sighed heavily before doing as I was told. I shut my eyes tightly after I watch him move his hand back. Suddenly I felt a shift in my wing joint, but no pain followed as I had expected. After a moment or two, Alastor moved his hand away.

"There we go. All better." The demon says softly. While I felt no pain, I never felt more light headed. My stress finally caught with me and felt I just might actually pass out. My body began to fall forwards, but the demon caught me before I could fall completely. I go limp in his arms, my eyes lids drooping. I heard him chuckle before I felt him moving my body, he gently laid me on my back.

I look up at him with tired eyes, his grin remained the same. I got the feeling he was enjoying this, it made me more sick to think about it. "Try and relax. I'll work on your legs next." He tells you as he moves his hand down to hover over them. I then heard him laugh, before I could question him he spoke.

"My, how rude of me. I've yet to introduce myself. I suppose I've gotten use to everyone knowing who I am, that it slipped my mind." The demon glances at me, he spoke his name with the most charming of tones.

"My name is Alastor."

Alastor? It was such a nice sounding name for a demon. "And who do I have the pleasure of knowing?" I took a shaky breath before answering with a shaky and cracked voice. "Y/n." Alastor's grin soften for a moment as he spoke my name. "Y/n. What a lovely name."

It felt strange to hear a demon speaking my name. It felt wrong. Though, it wasn't any worse than actually making a deal with him. I close my eyes, and begged god for forgiveness. I hope god could forgive me for what I've done.

I only do this to return to god's light. That's all. Please...please understand. The more I thought about that deal, the worse I felt. I didn't want to think about it, but it would always be there. In the back of my mind, will forever be the guilt of my choice.

And I could only hope that whatever this deal would entail, wouldn't be as bad as I fear it would be.

[shima-draws]

OKAY I’ve been playing for a couple hours now and here are some thoughts

-I LOVE that they actually give you time to hang out with the starters and bond with them and see what their personalities are like before you get to pick one. That was really neat

-They were right! This game really do Open World RPG! I haven’t even gotten to the school yet I’ve been too busy running around the map for two hours

-Not sure how I feel about items in the field literally having a neon light showing where they are from a mile away. Kinda defeats the whole purpose of open world if the items are too easy to find. The novelty of “treasure hunting” is gone because of this

-MIRAIDON REALLY DO BE LIKE TOOTHLESS FOR REAL…

-I’m going to kick Arven’s ass if he even LOOKS at Miraidon the wrong way. “Oh this Pokemon is too hard for me to deal with so I’m abandoning it and shoving all of the responsibilities I had caring for it onto you” OH YEAH?? Alright asshole I’ll take it off your hands CLEARLY it was so difficult for you to take care of a living breathing creature that also happens the be the coolest looking motherfucker on this side of the continent. Your loss

-Ohhh the clipping is so bad! It’s so bad! If I rotate the camera too far in my own house I just get a black screen! Yikes 💖

-The concept of being in battle and still being able to see Pokemon doing their own thing in the background is REALLY neat? Like life just moves on around you while you’re duking it out with another trainer. I know we had a specific saying for this when I was in school for animation but I forget what it was exactly RIP anyway just the whole organic. Breathing life into the game kinda thing.

-APPARENTLY WE CAN’T GO INTO OTHER PEOPLE’S HOUSES ANYMORE???? Like that’s one of Pokemon’s staple features throughout ALL the generations, we’re allowed to barge into random people’s homes. At the very least the first town had all their doors locked so all the houses were off limits. I was VERY upset

-The graphics may be janky as all hell but the story is really intriguing so far!! I wanted to cry bc the scene of us rescuing Miraidon really gave me HTTYD vibes. This game is just HTTYD in disguise we are all Hiccup taming and training our Toothless

-Standing on the beach before battling Nemona just gave me a HUGE rush of nostalgia bc it had very very big PMD2 vibes

-The controls for Legends Arceus are ingrained in my brain so I keep pressing buttons and getting confused when they do something different. LMAO

-I’m sorry I don’t like that the Pokemon Centers are outside now;; it just feels Wrong. Like clearly this was some cool edgy thing they wanted to try but I in fact hate it :-/

-THE PLAYER CUSTOMIZATION THING IS SOOOO SICK. The fact we get to customize SO much and at the very beginning of the game is awesome. Props to Nintendo for this I’m really glad they included so many options and right at the start so we don’t have to actually UNLOCK customizing what we look like

-Nemona is just Ash Ketchum but Girl and I love her

-And, most importantly:

[dawn-dream-crusader]

Dante and Vergil headcanons - Flower giving

Note: fem! Reader bc yes

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Dante

Flowers have their reputation as approximately cheap and yet, beautiful gifts, so Dante would get them quite often for you. Bouquets he gives you are completely random: from exquisitely decorated rose compositions, that cost him his entire salary, to a simple pack of geranium heads, that he absent-mindedly picked up while walking somewhere from a city flower bed, and wrapped into a newspaper.

Dante loves making little gifts for you, as it makes him feel a bit more confident in your relationship. He sees flowers as the best option to give you something; even when Dante decides to treat you with special pizza (what happens every week), he himself decorates the box with little rose blossoms. His absolute favorites are red roses, as they seem romantic and passionate for him, an immortal classic, but if you like another color or flowers, he'll remember and take your opinion into account. He's a caring man.

"Dante, what is this?.." You stare at the bouquet. No matter how hard you tried to hide your shock, you didn't succeed. Because the bouquet was huge. It was giant. It contained exactly a hundred roses, whose color could compete with the sunset itself.

"Wait, how is it..." Dante tries not to drop the precious gift, remembering the children's poem. "Roses are red, violets are blue..." He stopped for a second, not knowing for to say afterwards, and a kind, a bit silly, genuine grin shined on his face. Only his close ones are allowed to see it. And you surely were.

"...I don't remember the rest, but I really love you."

Vergil

He's not the type to give flowers on regular basis. Vergil supposes that bouquets don't last long enough to spend your money on cut flowers tied together. Really, if you weren't the type to love flowers a lot, he'd concentrate his attention on other gifts he could choose. But you are that one plant mom who can't imagine her life without greenery around, so Vergil had to re-think his position on flowers.

Finally, the older son of Sparda found a decision that would suit you both. Vergil was pretty much proud when he met you on one of your reading session with him in the library.

"That's for you." He handed you over a plastic bag. "Careful, it's fragile."

"Vergil? What's that-" You, still a bit surprised, pulled out a neat flower pot. Right in the middle of it, a green sprout was growing. It seemed young, just waiting for someone to care for him. Just like Vergil in his very youth.

"Vergil..." You inspected the plant in utter happiness, and found a sticker with the name. This was a forget-me-not. Your face melted in a gentle smile. "Thank you so much."

"I thought you'd like a... plant in your house..." Vergil watched as you smile, pressing the pot to your chest. He made a mind note to buy you a lemon tree next time. Or irises. Anything you'd like.

[eddiemunsonw]

Buzzing Adventures

Eddie x fem!reader

Summary: Your favorite vibrator breaks down in the middle of a pretty neat feel-good session, downright ruining your mood. Luckily, Eddie knows a thing or two about satisfying you as well.

CW/Disclaimer: Ah yes, smut. Vibrators, a very determined Eddie. Established relationship. Humor and fluff.

Author's note: There may or may not be a part 2 to this at some point. Also the header makes little sense, I just wanted to show the skilled pleasure set that is Eddie's mouth and hands in one image.

Words: 5618

As your mind drifted off into your deepest desires, you turned up the vibration. Soft moans escaped your lips as you chased your high, both your hands working hard to get there with the help of your vibrator. Your hips bucked up against it when it didn’t seem to hit the right spot the way it usually would and you slowly realized that the battery was dying.

“Fuck… Not now!” You groaned, tossing it aside to finish it off with your hands instead. It was disappointing. Your hands could do the trick just fine but sometimes you just wanted that extra edge your vibrator could give you. You contemplated going for it again after replacing the batteries but soon came to realize that the batteries had never been the problem. It simply broke. Just your luck. Sulking, you tossed the vibrator in the trash after taking the perfectly fine batteries out again and sighed. You hated buying vibrators. Not because it was embarrassing, but because you never knew which one to pick. The options were endless nowadays. You decided to leave it for now and started on making dinner for you and your boyfriend.

Eddie worked part time at the garage around the corner which usually meant he’d come home greasy and dirty in the worst and best kind of way. Very fuckable, but none of the furniture was quite Eddie-proof when it came to how dirty his work clothes were. After causing a permanent stain on the couch on a particularly heated late afternoon, you had both decided it was best if he just took it all off immediately and only touched anything after getting out of the shower.

It was always easy to hear when Eddie came home. Keys clanging on the trinket that you had made specifically for your keys, shoes being chucked off and his footsteps echoing all the way towards you.

“Hey baby,” he greeted you softly with a kiss on your cheek, making sure he was leaning away far enough. “I’ll be in the shower. Looks delicious.”

“It’s your favorite actually,” you called after him. Eddie let out a happy noise as he rushed upstairs and you smiled to yourself. You weren’t making anything special. Just some pasta recipe that you had tweaked and added things to until one day Eddie had moaned at the first bite and you knew you had done something right.

You were about to serve dinner when you heard his footsteps come back downstairs again and soon enough his arms were wrapped around your waist and your neck was showered in little, noisy kisses.

“Missed you.”

“Missed you too.”

Eddie got a drink for the both of you and sat down with a frown. You figured he was just lost in thought about something and focused on filling both your plates, until he spoke up.

“Why is there a vibrator in the bin?”

You groaned and threw your head back in agony.

“It just stopped working all of a sudden, I hate it. I don’t want to deal with buying a new one,” you sighed and sat down as well. As you took a sip of your drink, Eddie gave you a look as if you had just told him something awful. Worse than a sex toy that just yeed its last haw.

“So… did you finish?”

“Hm? No. I was out of it after that. Just gave up.”

Eddie nodded as if he made a deep, thoughtful, very important decision.

“I’ll do it.”

You frowned.

“Do what?”

“I’ll take over. It’s my time to shine baby,” he told you with a grin as he lifted his arms above his head and cracked his fingers. “I’ve been waiting for this day my whole life.”

“It was your dream job to be a vibrator?”

“What? No! This is my chance to prove that I’m better than a vibrator.”

You smiled at him affectionately and leaned over to cup his jaw.

“Oh, Eddie. Baby. You’ll always be better than a vibrator, don’t be silly. It’s just… the functions are nice, you know? Fast, intense, that kinda stuff.”

“I can be fast and intense,” Eddie muttered.

“I’m sure you can babe.” A quirked eyebrow raised on his end. “I know you can.”

“So? Let me prove it to you that I can cover for its absence until…” he sighed, pausing for dramatic effect, “you buy another… or whatever.”

A laugh left your lips and you shrugged, playing it off casually despite the very vivid images playing in front of your eyes. You knew very well what Eddie could do to you with his set of very skilled fingers and tongue. The thought made you push your thighs together.

“You wanna prove that now? ‘Cause I’m still...”

“Still what?” Eddie smirked at you, leaning forward with a smug smile. “Horny?”

Despite the heat that welled up on your cheeks, you decided to tease him right back.

“Yeah. I was actually in the middle of imagining riding your co—”

Eddie’s hand flew up to cover your mouth and a groan escaped his lips. He narrowed his eyes at you while his hand went under the table to adjust himself in his sweats and shook his head.

“You can’t just say shit like that, sweetheart. Jesus Christ.”

Now it was your turn to smile smugly.

“Little horndog.”

“M’ not little, y’know.”

“Oh I know,” you teased some more, biting your lip as you knew that would drive him mad. Eddie grabbed your face with both hands and gave you a loud kiss on your lips.

“Menace. Is it because you’re in need?”

“It just might be,” you mused. Eddie nodded and got up from his chair, his arousal already evident in his pants.

“Alright. I’ll clean up here, you head upstairs. I’ll be with you soon.”

You shook your head and got up as well, taking both your plates towards the sink.

“Not yet baby, we literally just ate.”

“Hmmmh fine. I suppose I can wait for my dessert a little longer,” Eddie sighed dramatically, but not before his hand briefly slipped between your legs for a teasing squeeze.

“Ed!” As you tried squirming out of his grip, Eddie pushed you against the counter, his hands on your waist, thumbs pushing under the fabric of your shirt. His lips grazed your neck and as much as your exclaim had tried to slow him down, your body reacted a total opposite. Heat made its way straight to your core as he nudged his hips into you, rocking slowly while he kissed your jawline.

“Wanna eat you out so badly sweetheart. Need’a taste,” he whispered against your skin. As his hands worked their way up, the friction his hips created made you whimper slightly. His hands gently cupped your breasts and you had to bite down a moan. You had felt worked up for so long that his voice did a number on you (more than usual) and his warm breath tickled your skin.

“Keep talking like that and there’s no need, babe,” you groaned.

“Oh? Sweet pussy’s all wet for me already, huh?” Eddie muttered softly, lips briefly brushing yours. Another whimper left your lips. That bastard. He smirked at your reaction and brought his lips close to your ear again. “You do realize that whether or not you come right now, my dessert’s still waiting for me behind those soaked panties, sweetheart?”

And just like that, he moved back and resumed cleaning up the table as if he hadn’t just riled you up fifty times the amount you already had been. It had actually been like… ten, but seeing him all dirty from work added another five. You couldn’t help it. With all of his latest efforts, you were ready to jump him on the spot.

“I’ll be upstairs,” you announced tight-lipped and you noticed the hint of a smile on Eddie’s face just as he turned away from you.

“Good girl.”

*-*

As you lay there, you wondered whether you should just take off your clothes already. Get it out of the way. You listened to the distant noise of pots and pans being put back into their respectful places and sighed to yourself. It felt impossible to relax despite the fact that you and Eddie had had sex lots of times. Lots. Of. Times. You were simply nervous because you didn’t know what to expect. He was a god at eating you out, treating your cunt like it was his last meal every time he indulged himself. He always made it sound like it was his treat rather than yours. Thinking about his tongue between your legs made you squirm and you wondered what his plan was to “replace your vibrator”. You knew he had ambition for the weirdest things (you loved him for it), but this was a new one.

Just as you were pushing your leggings down your legs, Eddie walked in. You hadn’t even heard him walk up the stairs.

“Starting the striptease without me? How dare you,” Eddie tutted as he sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying how him watching you made you squirm. It would simply never bore him. You shook your head.

“Not a striptease. Just a girl trying to get out of her goddamn leggings before her boyfriend showed up.”

“Strip for me anyway, though?”

It wasn’t a question even if he made it sound like one. Eddie’s eyes watched you intently as you rid yourself of your leggings, socks joining in before you started on your T-shirt.

“Everything?”

“All of it. Wanna have free range to play with your tits baby.”

His hands already worked up and down your calves, fingertips inching closer to your panties every time he passed your knees. By the time you had lost every piece of clothing on your top half, his fingers finally curled around your panties and pulled them down. Your arousal was clear as day and Eddie moaned at the sight. Once he had taken them off, he gave you one look before he stretched the fabric with both hands and took one, broad lick of your juices that had leaked onto it. He closed his eyes as he did it, moaned when he tasted you on his tongue. And this was only the beginning.

Eddie put your panties aside and stripped himself all the way down but left his boxers on. He nudged you to scooch up and spread your legs generously so he could properly lay down between them, headfirst.

The first time you felt his lips between your legs was when he kissed your inner thigh. Slowly, with purpose. His tongue dragged over your skin and his eyes fluttered shut just like yours did. As impatient as you often felt, you would rarely complain and tell him to hurry up. There was something sweet and highly arousing about watching him kiss every sweet spot of your thighs. He loved your curves, loved that he could dig his hand in and give it a jiggle. It used to embarrass you until Eddie got upset on behalf of your thighs as they were the most glorious thighs he had ever seen. He made you learn to slowly love yourself. How could you not, when a guy like him, when your Eddie, treated your body like his treasure? Self loathing came more difficult when your boyfriend seemed to melt at the sight of you. Got hot and bothered at your slightest touch and looked at you as if you were his dream come true.

You were in such a daze while enjoying his love, the lips that expressed them as you gazed at his eyes that were closed from pure enjoyment, that you didn’t notice he had reached the middle. Despite his gentle start, you still jolted when he licked a featherlight stripe over your pussy lips, matching the groan that left his mouth as well. He was too eager and indulged himself immediately, licking away strongly as you gasped and tried to remain somewhat human as your soul left your body.

“E-Eddie— fuck—”

Your voice brought him back down from cloud nine and he rested his cheek on your thigh as he pulled away slightly after a last, teasing lick.

“What setting do you want? Soft, hard, pulsating? Something else I don’t know about?”

A disbelieving chuckle left your lips. He was really serious about this, wasn’t he? As he waited for your response, his hand massages your other thigh, thumb inching closer to your core. He loved to tease.

“How are you even— I like to start slow, work my way up,” you told him softly, knowing there was no way out of this. Your cheeks warmed up as it felt that you were spilling a dirty secret despite him knowing nearly everything about you already. Ever since you started to get intimate with Eddie, communication has always been a priority for the both of you. Eddie simply nodded, lifted his head off your thigh and leaned in, inhaling your scent with a sigh before he nudged his tongue against your clit. You had no idea how he did it, but he was doing it. His tongue moved so quickly against you, yet with the gentle pressure of a low vibration setting, that it felt quite similar. Except… wetter. Warmer. Better. Your back arched, your hand flew to his hair and a warm chuckle escaped Eddie at the confirmation that he was doing something right. His grip on your thighs tightened as he wrapped his arms around, pushing your legs wider and keeping them in place.

“Oh god, Eddie!” 

You squirmed under his touch and you could feel your juices mixed with his saliva drip down between your ass cheeks onto the mattress. The very mattress Eddie was currently gently grinding his hips against. His lips wrapped around your clit to suck on it and it was almost too much if it hadn’t been for the fact that he pulled away from you and made you buck your hips against nothing. He took your hand in his and guided it to his other hand, tapping the dents between his knuckles one by one.

“Left for softer, middle for harder, right for pulsating.” He traced a circle on top of his hand with your finger. “Do that for a surprise and lastly, flat hand on mine means stop. Oh, and use my hair to drag me up or down. ‘Kay?”

You nodded, though you felt compelled to mention that you could also just tell him these things. He smiled knowingly and shook his head.

“Toys don’t talk, baby. Nor do they understand your pleads for mercy. I’m just your toy for the moment, doing whatever it is you like.”

As if those words already didn’t nearly make you come on the spot. You nodded again, rested your hand near his own as he took hold of your thighs again, only this time he didn’t keep you in place. Tentatively, you tapped the dent between his first and second knuckle. Immediately Eddie dove back in with enthusiasm. His tongue flicked over your sensitive bud countless times and sure enough, when you tangled your hand in his hair to push him down he complied instantly. His tongue dragged through your folds and you could feel a faint buzzing whenever his nose happened to hit your clit. Curiously, you moved your finger between his second and third knuckle.

“Oh fuck!”

Setting one was nothing compared to setting two. It had you clawing the sheets and it took you everything not to immediately squish your legs together. You moved your hips against his face without holding back and a barely suppressed moan left Eddie’s lips. You had half the mind to smile to yourself, as toys also don’t moan, but you knew he’d moan ten times as much had it been any other situation. The guy loved eating your pussy.

“N-Normally I imagine how you moan against me, it’s so— hot, when you do that. It’s like I can almost hear it.”

Eddie’s brows furrowed just a little, as if he was thinking, considering… His moans slowly started to pick up and his hips rutted the bed harder. 

“That’s it, god that’s it, oh god—” 

Your lingering smile quickly disappeared when your finger had, apparently, unknowingly dragged a circle over his hand. Your vibrator definitely didn’t have this setting. He spit straight onto your clit and sucked it between his lips. Without losing suction, his tongue grazed over it in rapid speed making you moan loud enough for the whole block to hear you despite your closed windows.

“Eddie, Ed, fuuuuck baby please!”

You could only chant his name as your orgasm washed over you with an intensity you had never experienced. Your legs squeezed together while you rode his face, hand guiding his head by grasping his locks not too gently. He groaned softly, loving how you used him until it became too sensitive. Normally Eddie would move away from you at the perfect time, knowing your bodily reactions well enough to know when to pull himself off. Except… he didn’t stop this time. You let go of his hair but his tongue followed when you attempted to move and you desperately tried to remember the sign for stop in your dazed state. Was it two fingers between his knuckles? Your legs started to shake as he started to slowly pulsate his tongue against your clit. Wrong gesture. Had this one even been mentioned? Was it a combination? Another attempt got him to speed it up and your hand flew back to his head again as you tried to pull him off. Apparently that was not part of any setting.

“I f-forgot—” you mewled and the softest chuckle left him. “I’m- I’m gonna—”

A second orgasm followed quickly and you grasped his hand desperately, finally making him stop. He selfishly delayed moving back completely by noisily lapping up all of your juices first, as he simply couldn’t help himself. His bangs stuck to his forehead and his whole face gleamed in a mixture of sweat and come. He crawled upwards and laid down next to you, taking you in with a lazy smile before he wiped off his chin with the back of his hand and gave you a kiss. You kissed him back eagerly, your fucked out state wanting nothing more than his sweet touches now. His hand came up to cup one of your breasts and he gently started playing with it. Squeezed and jiggled it, flicked his thumb over your nipple until it hardened again. He often played with them when you were both just relaxing in bed, or the couch, or wherever else his hand would naturally be close (in a private setting - most of the time).

“Hey baby,” he whispered softly before pressing another kiss on your cheek this time. “Forgot to play with your tits so I’m catching up now. You mind? Don’t want them to feel neglected.”

You were still catching your breath so you simply nodded and relaxed your head against his shoulder. His hand occasionally moved from one breast to another, his tongue poking out in concentration sometimes.

“What about you?” 

Eddie looked down at his underwear that didn’t really reveal anything at the moment and smiled bashfully, his face disappearing into your neck out of shyness. 

“Uh. Eating you out was enough for me baby.”

A smile teased your lips and you combed your fingers through his hair. You left kisses along his temple and let your hand wander down his chest to his stomach. His breath hitched just a little and when your hand disappeared into his boxers and you wrapped your hand around his half hard erection which was slick from the come that had dripped down. He bit your neck and whimpered.

“I think you’ve got one more in you, what do you say baby?” Your whisper had him buck his hips into your hand. His teeth sunk in harder followed by licks to soften the burn and his voice was more of a whine when he spoke.

“Please.”

———————————————————

You were watching a movie, but you weren’t exactly watching it. Your eyes were focused on the screen, sure. But your mind was with the cock your hand was wrapped around while your thumb spread around the precome that had gathered at the top. Not only that, your mind was also very much with the fingers teasing your clit menacingly slow. You both loved to spend about a whole movie duration teasing each other before you had sex. You didn’t always last until the end of the movie before you hurried to the bedroom and sometimes all the action happened while some talk show ran its course. Today it was a matter about who would give in first. Judging by Eddie’s short bursts of breaths, you guessed it would probably be him.

Your mind wandered off to two weeks ago, when he decided to be your vibrator for a day. You have had plenty of sex since then, but not… Like that. That had been something else. He had bought you a new one shortly after, with all kinds of new functions you hadn’t even tried. Your distraction was noticeable in your actions as your hand slacked in movement and Eddie tilted his head to the side as he impatiently bucked up into your hand once.

“Where’s your pretty head at?”

“Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“Uh-huh, gathered. ‘Bout what?”

“Well… now that you got me a new vibrator… Does that mean you’ll be out of service?” You asked him with big doe eyes. Eddie snorted and bit his lip to let his self satisfactory grin pop up a little slower.

“Baby, the Munsonator is at your service anytime you want. Just let me know so I can down some caffeine first,” he told you with a hand on his chest and a salesman grin.

“Munsonator?” You giggled and Eddie slapped your clit playfully, making you yelp. He scolded you softly.

“Don’t laugh. I believe you gave it a 20/10 review last time. Better get used to the name cause it ain’t changing.”

You stroked him a little tighter, making him whimper and look at you offended. A shrug.

“You slapped first.” 

“But you like that, baby.”

You glanced at him seriously and slowly but deliberately spread a new serve of precome around the head.

“So do you, it seems.”

“When you squeeze me like a tube of toothpaste? Of course something slips.”

“Mhm sure,” you sighed and loosened your grip to the point that you were barely touching him. He only lasted about fifteen seconds before he started to complain and searched for friction by moving his hips around.

“Oh come on, baby.”

You continued.

“Sweetheart.”

A smirk teased your lips but you didn’t budge. Suddenly, the phone went off and Eddie got up to pick it up but not before slicking his fingers through your folds and sucking them clean as he walked away with a shit-eating grin at the sudden whimper that left you. You couldn’t follow the conversation but when Eddie returned, it was obvious he wasn’t happy.

“Rain check, princess. Idiot Gareth’s car won’t start. I bet he barely even tried.  Asked if I could pick him up at a bar he just called from. So…”

Eddie palmed himself, the head of his dick still poking out above his waistband from the half assed attempt to pull them up just now.

“Shit. Why did he have to call, man,” he groaned, rubbing his free hand over his face. You wordlessly beckoned him closer with your fingers and the subtlest hint of a smile and mischievous glint in his eyes popped onto his face. Once he stood in front of you, your face was lined up perfectly with his cock as it had many times before in that exact position. He cupped your face, smirk widening as he rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Gonna help me out real quick, sweetheart?”

A teasing grin grew on your face as you nodded. “Didn’t tell you to come here for no reason big boy,” you mumbled while your hands already pulled his boxers back down. As you moved your hand towards his mouth, he knew to spit and did so after licking your hand. Just because he could. You rolled your eyes lovingly and started pumping his hard length with the slick that he had gathered for you and soon enough he threw his head back with a groan. His hand flew to your hair, keeping you in place as he thrust himself forward. He looked down, eyes lustful. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth.

“Can I please fuck your face baby, please please please?”

Three quick taps against his thigh sufficed for your answer and he wasted no time thrusting his hips back and forth into your warm mouth. Whenever he took control, he often didn’t last long. Got the job done with an overwhelming enthusiasm. He could do it slowly, obviously, but in situations like these the goal was to come quickly. He whimpered, words leaving his lips hard to decipher as he got closer to his release.

Hips stuttered as his breath hitched, a groan loud enough to wake the neighbor’s hamster escaped his lips as he released himself into your mouth.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuck,” he was rambling now, chasing the remnants of his high as he scrunched his brows together. “FUCK. Baby…” It was a near whine that slipped from his lips when you let go of him with a pop of your lips and licked him clean from whatever cum had slipped past. He cradled your cheek, watching in awe as he nearly always did. Always in disbelief that you were his.

“Now, off you go,” you told him with a sweet smile before you pulled your shorts back on and got up from the couch to give him a kiss. You knew he wanted it. The man loved tasting himself on your tongue. Before Eddie could lose himself in your kiss, hands digging harshly into your sides, you leaned back and pecked him one last time on the corner of his mouth.

“I’ll make it up to you tenfold when I get back. Promise. ‘Kay?” He gave you a nod for emphasis.

“I’ll be waiting.”

And waiting you did. 30 minutes turned into an hour, an hour turned into two. It wasn’t the first time that a quick visit to Gareth turned into a whole evening and normally you wouldn’t mind as much. But he promised. Besides, you had no idea what to do with dinner now. Did he have some yet? Were you getting takeout? Should you just order for yourself? You were slightly worried, but since it had happened before you tried to shake it off. Since you weren’t really hungry, but still quite horny (thanks for nothing, Eddie), you made your way to the bedroom and grabbed your brand new vibrator. Well, brand new save for a few times. You were still getting used to all the extra functions the old one didn’t have. The fact that it wasn’t just a straight stick but rather one that aligned better with your body was also new to you. It was easier and more comfortable to insert and it even came with a part that hit your clit just right simultaneously. To top it all, it had a suction function you found a little intense still and five vibrational settings instead of three. Eddie had really gone all out with getting you a new one.

Once you made yourself comfortable, you started by using just your hand at first, gathering slick from between your folds to spread all over to help the toy along in its movement. Upon trying the suctioning again, your hips bucked as the feeling brought you back to Eddie’s lips wrapped around your clit, sucking gently. Your hips bucked again involuntarily and gasps escaped your lips as you found the perfect angle to pleasure yourself on all your favorite spots. With your free hand, you teased your nipples to become even harder and you let your legs slack onto the bed. Moans left your lips with smaller intervals, the intensity of the toy picking up.

You didn’t hear him come in and loudly complain about Gareth. Moaning his name became your one and only priority and only when you suddenly felt a pair of lips wrap around your free nipple, your eyes opened. You were so close when he kissed you feverishly, tongues fighting for dominance as his hand wandered down to your core. With a quick but sudden motion he swatted the vibrator away, leaving it to gently buzz elsewhere on the bed. The helpless whimper that left you would have left him feeling guilty if he hadn’t already planned to blow your mind. He wandered down with ease to take over what he had taken away moments before and with only his tongue he managed to give you the most intense orgasm you had had in weeks. He overstimulated you a little until you begged him to stop and something told you he was punishing you for continuing on your own.

“Eddie, please,” you whimpered, hand tugging on his hair not too gently. He smirked and kissed his way back up your body until he could lay down next to you at eye level. His eyes met yours, hand coming up to smooth down your hip. The buzzing of the vibrator entered his mind again and he briefly scowled as he reached back to turn it off.

“What do you have that I don’t, huh?” He mumbled to the vibrator as he moved it around in his hand. He couldn’t help but wonder about it all. A smile played on your lips.

“You should try it. I bet it can feel good for you too.”

Eddie turned his head in surprise, cheeks heating up as he put the vibrator back down on the bed. It was as if you had read his mind.

“Uh…”

“If you want to, of course. I mean… it’s pretty great but if it’s not your thing—”

Eddie shook his head a little too eagerly for someone who had never thought about using a vibrator on himself. You figured as much, with all the “subtle” questions he’d had about it.

“No, no, I want to, I just… I thought maybe you’d find it… weird?” he said hesitantly, trying to avoid your gaze a little.

“Why would I find it weird?”

A shrug.

“Because.”

“Baby, I’d find it hot.”

Eddie lifted his head again, looking at you for sincerity. To make sure you weren’t making fun of him. He knew you wouldn’t, you would never. But still.

“Really?” He sounded hopeful and it was at that moment you were certain he had been curious for a while. You took his hand in his and nodded.

“Really. So hot. Wanna see you fall apart when you use it. Maybe… I could use it on you sometime. But you should probably explore yourself first, I think.” you told him softly. His fingers pressed against yours until they slid between the gaps and he sighed, eyes on your interlocked hands.

“Dunno about that. I kinda like the idea of you being with me, guiding me through it or whatever.” He was properly blushing now and he looked quite endearing.

“Baby. I’d love nothing more.”

His shoulders sagged in relief and he gave you the sweetest kiss.

“Alright, then I really want to try it.”

FIN

[xzaddyzanakinx]

| A Gift | part two

Anakin Skywalker x Female Reader

MDNI 18+

Warnings: aggression, crude behavior, dominant Anakin, daddy kink, unprotected PinV, choking, inappropriate use of The Force, breeding kink if you squint, cockwarming if you squint and tilt your head

Info: Unburned Anakin, angry Anakin, established relationship, wife/husband, death, not proofread

Anakin POV

My mind was clouded and I was being pulled by The Force to intrude on her thoughts, there must be an explanation to the ridiculous amount of goosebumps that had spread over my skin. I reached out, tendrils of thought probing the universe in search of my love.

Finally, warmth flooded me, her pinkish aura surrounding me, but there was something else. This wasn’t her typical Force signature, there was a droning noise, as if she were exerting a mild amount of energy. It felt familiar but out of place.

I pushed farther, deciding the surface wasn’t deep enough, I needed specifics, a live feed of her thoughts. I poked and prodded through my minds eye until she relented and allowed me access, once the barrier fell I could sense an overwhelming feeling of pent up desire.

“What is this? What are you doing?” I demanded, my voice reverberated around the confines of her mind.

“Fucking myself since you won’t.” She retorted, quickly gnawing away at the fragile cord tethering our minds together, and in my shocked state I was in to shape to reinforce it.

The connection fell away and heat rose in my cheeks, rage flowing through me I threw up my left hand. An chair lifted from the ground and hovered in front of me while in groaned and creaked under the pressure of The Force. With a loud -crack- the metal pieces bent and crumpled in on themselves, only to be forcefully pushed in the direction of the door opening.

“Sir! The Senator is awake, would you like to speak with him now?” A general with a meek manner popped his head into the room.

“Fine.” I pushed past him, walking into a conference room turned interrogation chamber.

The general closed the door behind me as I watched the senator groggily blink as his eyes focused on the dark eyes of my mask.

As I stood here in the middle of an important meeting with a senator I was attempting to secure as another dependent of The Empire, a buzzing followed by a chirp sounded on my commlink bracelet, indicating I had a video message on my handheld.

“One moment Senator, take this time to consider your options.” I nodded at him, standing up from my chair and giving his bound hand alittle tap as he mumbled in agreement.

I walked out into the hallway, retreating to a private room. As I shut the door and locked it I realized the message was from -her-. My Sweet. The disc whizzed to life as it flickered while projecting the image in my palm.

I watched her curvy figure slink into view, her voice silken and teasing. She had always had a penchant for the dramatics and I reveled in her beauty as she put on her little show. This must be what she meant, my precious girl was only trying to cheer me up. I smiled hearing her playfully tell me she had something for me.

Eager to see what she’d chosen I sat down and laid the disc before me to enlarge the image. She returned with a red box, her slender fingers deftly untying her neat bow. With the lid tossed aside she reached into the box, pulling out a black mass, no… a helmet. She pulled it over her head, masking her beautiful face.

She was always so thoughtful, she’d had a brand new helmet made for me. I felt the soldered seams on my current mask with gloved fingers, grateful for her sentiment. My hand fell to my thigh quickly when she removed the helmet and walked with purpose to the bed. Spreading her legs and positioning herself over the mask.

“Just think, this could be you under me.” She lowered herself testing the waters with a gentle buck of the hips across the ridges of the new mask.

A slow burning anger seeped into my bones. It was one thing for her to pleasure herself with my permission. It was completely different when her selfish desires spilled over into the territory of disrespect. I ripped off my crudely restored mask to get a better look.

“Oh, Vader!”

What did she just say?

I tapped the disc twice and replayed that clip only to discover she did indeed utter my Sith name. I pounded my fist on the table, shaking the holographic image of her writhing form.

She mumbled incoherent nonsense between broken gasps and waves of unspeakable moments. Though one particular string of words jumped out at me, it was punctuated by the violent glare of dissatisfaction in her eyes. This was purposeful and what she would say next would surely be unpleasant to hear.

“Gonna make me cum quicker than you can!”

She squealed her voice shaking and legs stiffening around the helmet as she feverishly chased release.

Her face contorted, this was the moment I was intruding into the deeper confines of her brain, I could see the self pride she had about her disrespectful act flash across her reddened face as she concentrated to send a thought back to me.

Suddenly her orgasm crashed around her, I could hear the gushing of her slick on the creases and crevices of the mask. Her juices coating every inch of the maker-forbidden metal and plastic heap of shit between her legs. She came to the thought that she had upset me, she had pleasured herself by blatantly disrespecting my image and my position as her loving husband.

Unacceptable.

The disc flew into my metal hand and I crushed it easily, the pieces falling to my feet. A swift 180 on my heels pointed me to the door, on my journey to my TIE Fighter for a quick visit back home. I angrily snapped my helmet back into place before walking out the door.

Passing the room where the Senator was restrained I nodded to the guards.

“Take him to his cell.” I commanded and they quickly stumbled to follow their orders.

The determination in my steps parted the traffic in the hall much quicker than ever before. Once I reach the hangar my TIE is waiting for me front and center. A poor excuse for a commander attempted to intercept my departure, asking where I was going and did I need assistance. I answered by swiftly sending him into the durasteel wall with a sickening thump.

The engine roared to life and the moment it was primed and ready I took off at light speed, jumping into hyperspace just outside the hangar doors. Minutes later I was jostled around in the cockpit by the power behind the drop from hyperspace. My home the Death Star, my wife, my prized possession loomed in the near distance.

The tension was palpable even despite the distance to the docking bay. I could feel her annoyance and anger radiating off the Death Star. I was furious too, each parsec that passed was one too many, my metal appendage was creaking under the pressure of my grip on the controls.

Finally I breached the shields and landed in the docking bay, scarcely waiting for the TIE to fully power down before I jumped out of the cockpit.

“You!” I pointed to the nearest person, an engineer.

“Where is she?” I demanded, the fury evident in my voice.

The engineer had stood up in complete stillness spare the shaking of his hands at his sides.

“The Empress stationed a Trooper at your podium with strict orders to await your arrival.”

He pointed warily up at the metal loft where a trooper stood guarding… the helmet.

My footsteps echoed in the silence of the hangar. All work had stopped in my presence. Each person watched in silent fear as I made my way up the metal stair case with a heavy stride.

My hand shot out, pushing the trooper back from the podium and against the cold durasteel wall and pinning his arms outstretched at his sides. I snapped his neck to the side with a sickening crunch and he let out a whimper of pain. My leather glove touching the lip mark on the white backdrop of his helmet, streaking the color downwards.

I let him fall to the floor in a sputtering heap and swiftly turned and grabbed the helmet to tuck under my arm as I walked toward our quarters.

“Dispose of him.” I shouted, not looking back but hearing the shuffling of movement as I entered the hall.

With a wave of my fingertips the double doors leading to my personal quarters flew open and I marched in. Locking the doors behind me and tossing my cape and old helmet aside. The new one, fresh and shiny, and covered in her dried arousal rested in my hand.

“Where are you?” I shouted, heading toward our bedroom.

With no response I barged into our room, finding her naked and sprawled across the sheets before me.

“It’s about time.” You quipped, batting your eyelashes sweetly.

“Do you like it? Nice huh?” You grinned, loving the way his upper lip twitched in annoyance.

“You tore me away from very important business.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Oops.” You said, shrugging your shoulders.

“You little-“ he cut himself off grabbing your ankles and yanking you to the edge of the bed.

The swift movement made you squeal in surprise, mouth open in anticipation due to the hunger in his eyes.

“Such a whore that you had to do this?” He shook the helmet in your face.

He grabbed your chin with his flesh hand, his glove cold on your skin. He squeezed your cheeks to pry open your mouth. A sick smile twisting his lips when he heard your gasp of surprise.

“Clean it.” He demanded, giving you no room for argument.

He guided your mouth to the ridges and crevices of the cool plasteel, keeping your mouth forced open with enough pressure to make your eyes water. He watched with a glare as you licked every bit of your mess away. Once he was satisfied he dropped your jaw and your head fell back into the mattress.

“I should leave you here. Wet and needy.” He scowled, his wide pupils scanning your curves.

“You don’t deserve me after this stunt you pulled.” He scoffed, angered by your lack of response.

Each second his temper grew, your arousal did as well. You could feel a pool of wetness gathering between your legs and you clamped your thighs closed, hoping he wouldn’t see, but knowing it was futile.

He didn’t move a muscle, just sending a wave of The Force over your thighs to wrench them apart. He stepped forward, plucking off both of his gloves. He stopped just short of the edge of the bed where your legs were quivering in a Force hold. He turned and you thought he would toss his gloves aside, but he had other plans.

One large black leather glove came down on your damp cunt with a loud smack, sending a white hot streak of lighting up your spine and straight to your throat. A scream of pain left your lips as your face reddened, breathing heavily, tears collecting in your eyes.

“Look at me!” He demanded, bringing the glove coated in your slick down on your cheek.

It was embarrassing, disgusting, and thrilling. You couldn’t help but feel ashamed that you enjoyed this harsh punishment so much. Your pussy gushing again as a new wave of pain flooded your mind. You let your eyes meet his, his pupils wide as saucers, drinking in every minuscule reaction you gave him.

“You’re going to lay here. Take what I give you, with no complaints m’kay?” He quickly disrobed, standing before you he languidly stroked his rock hard cock.

You feverishly nodded your head, trying to move your arms and quickly realizing your wrists had been glued to the bed just as your legs were. Anakin let out a cruel laugh, watching you struggle.

He approached you at a snails pace, his hands gliding across your thighs and up your stomach. His metal fingers clamping tightly around your left nipple, stretching and pulling it roughly. His flesh hand grazed your neck, his thumb brushing against your jaw tenderly.

It was a moment shared between you, his no-nonsense attitude paused to make sure you were ready for your punishment. You gave a tiny silent nod and he smirked, immediately gripping the sides of your throat and forcing his throbbing member deep into your cunt.

The lewd squelch that echoed in the room made Anakin falter, relishing in the knowledge that he had done this to you. He had made you this wet, he was in control, he could give and take from you what he wished.

You whimpered at the burning stretch around his cock, he gave you no time to adjust, simply beginning his ruthless assault. His hips snapping against your inner thighs as he anchored himself to you with both hands on your hips.

Your eyes unfocused, your breathing unsteady as he pounded into you. You were completely helpless, unable to move, unable to deny how much you loved this. You moaned in a deep guttural way that made Anakin’s dick twitch.

“Dirty bitch.” He laughed. “You like being my fuck toy?”

“Uh huh.” You whined, getting a sneer in response.

“Pathetic.” He leaned over you, hovering above your breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth, flicking the hard bud with his tongue to elicit another groan from deep within your chest.

He pulled back, a wild fire in his eyes as he lifted your hips slightly off the bed to change the angle. Allowing him to rut into you deeper than before, you could almost see his cock moving in your belly and the thought of it made you clench around him.

His breath stuttered, his expression faltering at the feeling of you.

“You should be ashamed.” He shouted, rearing back to slap you with his bare hand.

The sickening smack brought the tears welling in your eyes down your cheeks as you let out a choked sob.

“What would your people say if they knew you liked this? If they knew their Empress was a cockslut?” He laughed, reveling in your speechlessness.

“Answer me!” He yelled, “let them hear you. Wanna hear you.”

“T-they’d be ashamed of m-me!” You shouted back.

“That’s right.” He sneered.

Anakin released his hold on your hip with his metal hand, leaving deep indentations in their wake. The warmed metal brushed your clit and you jolted at the new sensation. Your cunt already throbbing and raw from the relentless pounding of his hips. He snickered as you shuddered and tried to back away.

“Now, now. This is what you wanted isn’t it?” His voice condescending and cruel.

His metal thumb flicked over your swollen clit at an inhuman rate, releasing an equally inhuman screech from deep within your chest.

“Fuck!” You screamed, your bound hands searching for something, anything to grab onto.

Without missing a single stroke his other hand left your hip and you were held in place solely by The Force as he fucked you. His flesh palm pressing down into your stomach, his eyes rolling back in his head at the added sensation.

“Feel that? Feel daddy’s cock in you?” He grunted through clenched teeth.

You whined in a reedy response, too out of it to speak as your orgasm quickly approached.

“Yeah? You close baby?” He asked sweetly, his demeanor shifting from domineering to caring.

He cooed as you nodded, your face tearstained and red.

“Oh sweet girl. Doing so good taking my cock like this.” Anakin stared down at you, watching your tits bounce in tandem.

“Wanna hear you ask for it.” He breathed heavily, hips snapping at an erratic pace.

“Pl-“ you gasped, the tight coil already beginning to unravel. “No! Don’t please. Please don’t stop.”

He grinned, loving the way your voice broke halfway through your pleas.

“It’s okay baby. Give it to me, cum for daddy.”

He watched in awe as your back arched, your mouth gaping open in a silent scream. Your fists so tightly clenched that your nails dug into the skin. He released his Force hold on your arms and leaned forward, you instinctively threw your arms around his shoulders as he pushed your legs up. Your knees nearly touching your ears as his strong hands kept them in place.

“You ready?” He panted, a bead of sweat dripping from his nose down onto your lips, you eagerly nodded and licked the salty droplet from your bottom lip.

“Gonna fill you up,” he groaned, loosing control quickly. “Fuck you full babygirl.”

His forehead dropping down to yours, his hot breath fanning across your face as he scrunched up his eyebrows in concentration.

“Su-such a pretty pussy.” he whimpered, voice getting quieter as his legs began to shake.

“That’s it baby, take me.” He groaned, his hips flush with yours as he pumped rope after rope of cum deep into your cunt.

“C’mere.” He whispered, cradling your head in his hands to give you a passionate and slow kiss, massaging his tongue with yours, taking it between his lips to suck it gently.

You bucked your hips unintentionally from overstimulation when his cock began to soften slightly. He chuckled, a sparkle in his eyes.

“You think I’m done with you?” He asked, holding you close to his chest, both arms under you possessively.

His lips brushed your ear, “Not even close.”

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People seemed to appreciate the tutorial I posted so here is another one. Here is how you can stitch a 3D sea urchin (without the spines). This one is a bit more advanced and needs some descrioption to accompany the images.

Technique: The technique is called woven picot. If needed you should be able to find better stitch instructions on youtube.

Threads and yarns: I've preferred using a twisted thread for the woven picot. In the tutorial I'm using sashiko thread, and that worked ok but wasn't ideal. I would recommend cotton perle or mercerised cotton crochet yarn for this technique. The top example is mercer cotton. The tighter the thread is twisted the better I'd say. I do NOT recommend using six-stranded floss.

Variegated thread is fun for this project. If the randomeness of it bothers you then you can cut out lighter and darker sections of your variegated thread and then do every other wedge of woven picot darker and every other lighter, as I've done in the top example.

The yarn in the middle is some really chunky wool knitting yarn, which is a bit of a struggle to work with. You could also just ball some yarn up, pack in there and fasten it with some stitches with a thinner thread. It's not going to be visible anyway, so you can improvize.

Needle: A blunt needle is better for this technique too, but I only had sharp ones at the time I made this tutorial. Don't be like me.

Process: I'd say the pictures are pretty self explanatory, but here is a brief rundown. Draw a circle on the fabric, in the size you want your sea urchin to be. Split this circle in to five equal sections. A sea urchin typically has a patter that is made up of five broader wedges interspersed by five narrower wedges, so that's what we want to achieve. So when you have your five sections, try to sketch out five broad and five narroow sections using the lines you've already drawn as a guideline.

Make the wedges as pictured above. Each wedge needs to be of equal length and a bit longer than the radius of the circle.

Fill the middle with som padding, as described above. I've made five puffs of padding, one for each broader wedge. Which leaves little valleys for the narrow wedges to rest in, and creates a shape typical of some sea urchins. The woven wedges are then simply joined together as neatly as possible with a thin thread of similar color (I just split the sashiko thread down to half the thickness and used that).

Lastly I finished the edge of the hole in the middle with some button hole type stitches maybe? I'm shit at stitch names... Beading is optional, I just thought it looked neat.