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deepdisireslonging · 2 years

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Height-Ho

It doesn’t matter how cheesy the pun is, it doesn’t take much to get Hangman Page riled up.

Pairing: Hangman Adam Page x Reader

Warnings/Promises: so many bad cowboy puns, fluff, SMUT

Word Count: 1056

Note: If you guy’s don’t know who Mae West is… you’re missing out. She’s got some of the best lines in classic Hollywood… and very inspirational. I was also overseas without internet when I wrote this… so I didn’t know about the Hardyz vs Young Bucks feud and the dressing up until after I got back. Kind of lucky timing. As always, comments and reblogs are super appreciate. Enjoy!

One of these days you were going to thank Tony Khan for instituting the “Retro” nights. Nobody wore their current gear, only ones that were at least older than AEW. This was especially fun for talent who’d been the business for a while and could call upon a plethora of their old looks to bring back for one night. Somehow, someone had convinced Jericho to use one of his early 2000’s looks, where his hair was kept in a high pony on top of his head. Jungle Boy ducked before he could get hit for aliking the legend to Pebbles from the Flintstones.

You had much more luck with the people in your circle. Kenny brought back the Terminator entrance (as did Brian Cage, making for a fun match later than evening), and the Bucks fought against the Hardyz with both brother sets wearing replicas of their first gears. Britt had her Adam, and you had yours. Your Adam wore the length of rope tied around his neck in a noose to the ring and back. It reminded you of when you first met him in the early days of your relationship. Now you were more direct with what you wanted; seeing him sweaty, chest heaving, and with tug-able locks made you yearn.

“Hey there, Cowboy.” It thrilled you to watch the knowing smile brighten up his face. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Yeah, shoot.”

As he kissed your forehead, you asked, “how tall are you without your horse?”

Adam chuckled. “Six feet… seven inches.” Behind him, Colt Cabana looked up in confusion.

“Never mind about the six feet,” you said after a whistle, “let’s talk about the seven inches.”

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You still had a hold of his noose by the time he locked his dressing room door behind you. The sight of you leading him around by it caused several hoots and whistles… neither of which either of you heard. Adam pried your hands loose of the rope, pinning your wrists to the door. He kept you silent with little kisses over your lips, cheeks, eyelids, and under your jaw. When you were breathless, he deepened his kiss, pausing over the places he knew would make your blood hum.

“Did you like the show?”

“Mhmm.”

With a suckling kiss behind your ear, he drew an easy gasp from you. “Did you see anything special that you liked?”

“Mhmm.” Leaning forward to kiss him with your own strength, you added, “I’ve got him right here.”

Finally, he let your wrists go.

He always did that. Kept you on edge with kisses and slight touches while you couldn’t really reciprocate. It’s because he knew that once you got your hands on him, he couldn’t get a word or move in edgewise until he could wrestle control from you again. After dealing with the buttons on the remnants of his shirt, and the one on his jeans, you stripped him as he stripped you. Within a few more steps, he fell back to sit on the couch. You laced your fingers with his, arching his arms behind his head.

“Y/N-“

“Hi,” you grinned, kissing him on the tip of his nose.

“Hi, ho-“ Adam grunted as you sat on his lap. “How- how would you like a ride?”

“Yes, please.”

While one of his hands teased your breast, and the other your clit, you edged him with a few strokes before lining him up where you wanted him most. The fill of him distracted you. Adam held onto your hips as you sank, keeping you from taking him in a breath that neither of you would survive very long. When you were seated, he held you close. Heartbeat to heartbeat. Mouths to the curves of each other’s necks till you desperately squeezed around him. And still, he held you down, mouthing across your collarbone as you shivered with need.

“Adam-“

He thrust into you once. “Yes, darlin’?”

“More. Please.”

He set the pace until you wound up enough energy to meet his thrusts. Then, it was anybody’s game. Both of you were careful of using your fingernails down each other’s backs. Both of you were carful not to suck a mark visible above your ring gear. But you didn’t care about the noise. The way he could make you cry out with a twist of his hips; or the way you could make him shout with a squeeze of your walls. Your perspiration now matched his. Sticking to him, clinging to him as you did your best to chase the release that you needed and ensuring to bring him down with you.

Prayers, pleas, and desperate bartering were nothing against the speed he chose to fuck you with. After a while, all you could do was hang on, unable to do anything more than feel the coil tightening under your stomach. The twitch of him inside said he was close. You dug you fingers into his hair, arching back his head so you could pant against his cheek. But his own grip on your hair pulled you away, forcing you to watch one another gasp and moan in anticipation.

You shuddered first. Shivered and quaking, your eyes closed against your will, crossing under your eyelids as the pleasure streaked through your veins. Before it could come down, Adam released as well, moaning into the valley of your breasts.

Though your bodies stilled, your heartbeat raced like you’d run a marathon. Adam was doing no better. First a match, then fucking you, his chest heaved with a need for oxygen, and his eyes fluttered with the need for sleep.

Obnoxious pounding on the door startled you both.

“Oy, Hangman! Stick it back in your pants,” one of the Bucks shouted, “we gotta hit the road.”

You both smiled against each other’s skin. He murmured, “it was sweet while it lasted.”

“Yeah.” Holding him for another minute, you asked, “do I need to drive? I can if you’d like to sleep for once.”

“Nah, I’ve got it.” He nibbled at your earlobe. “Besides, I might want to play with you in the car.”

“I thought we were carpooling with the Elite-“

“So?”

You tsked. “Down, boy.”

“Oh, I’ll get there.”

As he nuzzled his nose into your cheek, you laughed. “When is it enough for you?”

“With you, Darlin’, never.”

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Masterlist

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Other Hangman Fics:

Saddle Up (AR, S)

Here for the Party (S)

#hangman adam page #adam page #adam page x reader #hangman adam page x reader #reader insert #adam page smut #adam page fluff #hangman adam page smut #hangman adam page fluff #aew smut #aew fluff #aew x reader

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caemthe · 9 months

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Sun is the light of the world; I bow to the divine decree. Sun is the shield of the clouds, the shining ray, destroyer of ice.

Full name: Sétanta macNessa Alias: Cú (Hound), Cúcuc (Little hound) Occupation: B.S.A. Agent Place of birth: Unknown county in Ulster, Ireland. Familiar(s): A pack of Irish wolfhounds. Rune affinity: ᛊ-Sowilō-Sun Likes: Dogs, parkour, skating

Biography:

Child of Light, Knower of Paths, King of Warriors... 'You're an unfinished poem, a wild thing, a miracle...' Born from the ever-brilliant daughter of fire, Deichtíne macMaga, and a mysterious man with whom she eventually eloped, Sétanta was meant to do great things while he lived. He was adopted by his uncle and head of the Mictíre clan, Connor macNessa, so, despite his ancestry, he was raised as a macNessa. The time and events surrounding the child's birth and first years were chaotic, to say the least, and, as the youngest member of the clan, all eyes were on him.

Much to the elders' and mage society's chagrin, the child turned out to be a genius. He absorbed knowledge like a sponge and didn't take long to outperform his peers despite his small frame. He was all that his clan had been waiting for yet not what they wanted, much less expected. There was brightness and warmth in his eyes. He dyed his hair and didn't present himself as someone to be feared. His way of thinking challenged the status quo and what the clan had believed in for centuries. The Stone of Destiny roared when he stepped on it in his ceremony to take up arms, recognizing him as a 'king'. The mighty crimson spear answered his call. He was the change no one asked for.

It didn't take him long to become an S-rank agent for the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs (B.S.A.). He gained the nickname Cú / Hound and has been using that ever since. Rather than maintain the sacred balance between the world of the known and unknown, he wants to help build a world where humans and non-humans can get along. It's an impossible dream, he knows that, but he has also spent his entire life making the impossible possible so he's not losing spirit anytime soon.

Expertise:

Sowilō: The rune of the Sun. It's the rune that represents wholeness & victory, sunlight & fire, confidence & motivation, enlightenment & the ancient code of honor. Sowilō brings everything into the open and strikes like lightning in a controlled and concentrated flash of overpowering, huge activity.

Familiars: Irish wolfhounds. A historic sighthound dog breed that has inspired literature, poetry, and mythology. Most often noted for their personal quirks and individualism. Motto: “Gentle when stroked, fierce when provoked.”

Weapon: Gae bolg (The Spear of Death), the cursed crimson spear made from the bones of the sea monster Curruid. Once it perforates the body, the spear opens and spreads through all the blood vessels of the victim.

King of Warriors: He's the seventh member of the clan to have been recognized as a 'king' by the Stone of Destiny in its 2000+ years of history.

#cu. ° ( lancer. )#au. º ( sowilo. )#hc. ° ( shooting star. )#/ makes another verse in which cú blasts 'born this way' at max volume in his conservative uncle's country club

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mamahersh · 2 years

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@a-mag-a-day for MAG 003:

So I remember kinda blowing past this one when I got started on the series. I’ve always struggled with detail retention when it comes to purely audio format dramas, particularly if I binge them in short order. TMA, by episode 3 was definitely a show I was binging by that point, as I had gotten through the first two episodes and fallen head over heels for the snooty British man voice telling me about the horrors and then trying to call them bullshit.

So, getting to this episode, I had completely forgotten about all of Graham Folger’s weird quirks. I mean, I had generally forgotten about this episode, but fanfiction likes to reference it so I at least remembered the broad strokes in relation to the Not-Them. But may I say that listening to this one in detail definitely gives me early-2010/late-2000′s horror vibes? Like kinda a bit of Slenderman sure, but also some of those videos of dark stringy monsters climbing over apartment buildings at night, watching in terror as something skitters on buildings across the street that you know mean harm. Not just that though, the constant writing in notebooks, the jumpiness, the hyper-vigilance gives off Tribe Twelve and Marble Hornets vibes.

Obviously there was something deeply wrong with Graham before he was eaten by the Not-Them. The fact he collected a Web-Table and had it refurbished for exorbitant amounts of money mixed with his paranoia related to Watching would imply that he was potentially in a similar bind as Micheal Crew was but with a different entity. Although unlike Mike, he was eaten before he could either make a choice or find a solid way of getting whatever was hunting him off his tail.

#mag a day #a mag a day #the magnus archives #tma #mag 003

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rawiswhore · 2 years

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Eric Bischoff x Fem Reader- "Before He Cheats"

Professional wrestling has often been considered to be a soap opera for men, even some professional wrestlers themselves have agreed with that.

When professional wrestling, at least in the WWE, isn't about matches, then it's about storylines, feuds and drama.

In professional wrestling, especially in the WWE, before the Women's Revolution, many women in the WWE had feuds with each other related to men.

In 2003, 2 of the biggest wrestling companies that competed with the World Wrestling Federation during the 90's (WCW and ECW) were both already out of business that year, and many people on the WCW and ECW roster joined what was now known as WWE, including Eric Bischoff, wrestling manager and considered to kick start the wrestling Monday night wars of the late 90's.

During that aforementioned year, on "Monday Night Raw", Eric was in a relationship with WWE valet and diva Terri Runnels (not really, but this is fanfiction), however, because wrestling is a soap opera for men and your character you played was a seductive, promiscuous nymphomaniac, while Terri was away from Eric, you were having an affair with him.

You were his mistress, and there was a moment on "Raw" where you sat on Eric's lap with your legs crossed while Eric sat in a leather chair.

One of your thighs was propped and on top of your other thigh as you sat in his lap, where you giggled and smiled away while one of your hands was behind his head.

Eric was dressed in a black leather jacket with denim blue jeans, whereas you were wearing high heeled stilettos and a blouse with a miniskirt that showed off your smooth, hairless, beautiful legs.

Eric, too, laughed, smiled and chuckled while you giggled.

This room you were sitting with Eric in was a room with cinnamon colored walls with a coffee table in the middle.

Terri Runnels didn't know about Eric's affair with you, at least her character doesn't know about it.

While you sat in his lap, your fingers were stroking and playing with his hair behind his head.

Your fingers were perfectly manicured, painted and slightly pointy, while your other hand was covering up your giggles.

"I wish I was in WCW during the Monday night wars" you confessed while your fingers stroked behind his head, your lower lip pouting and sticking out. "So I could be with you"

Your mouth turned into a grin while your eyes scrolled and looked into his eyes.

Your voice sounded sexy when you explained that you wanted to be with him.

Some male fans in the audience agreed with what you said, cheering for you.

Eric looked at you and smiled.

"Well, you did try to break into the WCW locker room that one summer" Eric mentioned, which the audience remembers and cheered for, especially the male fans.

"And I made some WCW guest appearances in the year 2000" you added with a grin on your face. "Although I don't just want to be with you"

You'd rather be with Scott Hall, Raven, Chris Jericho, Bret Hart, Jim Powers (a jobber) and even Chris Benoit.

You placed your hand on Eric's chest when you said you didn't just want to be with him.

Oh, he knows you'd rather be with other men alright.

You and Eric leaned your faces closer to each other until your lips locked, giving each other a kiss.

Your eyes and his eyes shut while your face approached closer to his face.

There were moments on television where you stood with Eric backstage chatting with him while you stood in front of him, only to place your hand behind his head and pull him in for a kiss.

One moment on "Monday Night Raw" was when you told Eric you'd rather sleep with him when he was the CEO of WCW rather than with Vince McMahon.

So many storylines in the early 2000's involved Trish Stratus, Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson sleeping with McMahon because he's the boss.

Female fans in the audience agreed with you when you said that, cheering for you.

During this affair with Eric, you'd kiss him in hotel rooms or your dressing room so Terri wouldn't see you and Eric together.

You'd stroll to the ring by yourself without Eric by your side, and Eric would enter the arena without you next to him.

Why? So Terri wouldn't know about the affair.

When Terri Runnels eventually found out about Eric's affair, she was infuriated and distraught, catfighting you by pulling your hair and pummeling you to the floor, slamming the back of your head on the carpet, but then, in a turn of events, it turns out Terri was cheating on Eric, after Terri was caught kissing some other male wrestler and was sleeping with him.

Because professional wrestling is a male soap opera.

She knew something was up with Eric due to the perfume scent he had that wasn't hers.

She found you kissing Eric in a break room backstage, where her jaw dropped as she saw you sitting on Eric's lap.

She stormed up to you and tackled you, grabbing you by your hair and pulling you off of him and you and her got into a fullout fight that Eric tried breaking up.

You eventually left Eric since he really wasn't as hot as Shawn Michaels, Rob Van Dam and even Triple H in 2003 were in your opinion.

The WWE's Attitude era was influenced by "The Jerry Springer Show", which was a talk show infamous for having episodes like where a woman would confess to her husband "I'm cheating on you with your brother", a man says to his girlfriend "I'm cheating on you with my brother!", and a man saying to his wife "I have a gay lover!".

However, the Attitude era arguably ended in 2002, and "The Jerry Springer Show" was losing relevance by 2003.

#eric bischoff #2003 #2000s #00s #wwe #terri runnels

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reflective-blog-ablearmonthughes · 1 year

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Sammulung Boros Gallery-Berlin

My mum and I had arrived for a last-minute sightseeing trip around Berlin intent on visiting as many art galleries as we can cram in to the three days we are there. The one I was looking forward more than any is the most obscure -a guided tour around a modern art gallery I’ve never even heard of before which came highly recommended by a family friend who luckily for us happened to be a professor of art conservation in Berlin.

The tickets were really hard to get hold of (you usually have to book months in advance) but we had a stroke of luck and managed to get our names down for an evening viewing. I had read about this contemporary exhibition for a while, so I could not contain my excitement!

On route we passed the crowds heading off to the sparkly Christmas Markets and instead head off through the Tiergarten and past the Brandenburg Gate towards our destination on Reinhardtstrasse in Berlin’s Mitte district: the Sammlung Boros, the Boros Foundation art gallery.

Who had ever even heard of it ? Not me!

We arrived at Berlins Mitte district: the Sammlung Boros, and approach the Boros Foundation art gallery. This monumental grey block of a building had tiny narrow slits for windows, faceless, and rather forbidding. An intimate group of us waited outside, waiting for the tiniest most unimpressive door to be opened. No imposing steps up to a grand entrance and portico here!! Considering it was such a tricky gallery to book a viewing for, it was just not what we were expecting. Can this plain looking place actually be an art gallery? When we get inside, everywhere is drab grey cast concrete space. Very emotionless, but we stayed optimistic about the unique art we were about to see. With industrial style lighting and walls at least two metres thick-no phone signals and no outside noises from the city at all - the space felt massively utilitarian, completely isolated and shut off from the outside world and, to be honest, pretty oppressive.

Our tour guides explained that the owners were Christian and Karen Boros who had such a successful advertising agency, they became wealthy enough to literally indulge their obviously insatiable appetite for acquiring and displaying contemporary art from the 1990’s to the present day. The building was a culmination of all their efforts.

Acquired by them in the early 2000’s this was originally a huge former World War II bunker constructed on the orders of Hitler around 1943 to offer people shelter from the bombing and post-war used as a fruit warehouse and then…A NIGHTCLUB!? This contrast certainly sparked our interest about the gallery. It was so hard to imagine the space sheltered thousands of terrified cowering citizens or reverberating to the sound of Techno music, having been transformed from a warren of 120 small rooms under the direction of Jens Caspar - the same architect that created London’s White Cube Gallery for Jay Jopling - into 80 large gallery areas. This space had delivered 30,000 feet of contemporary art space spread over 5 floors that now houses the Boros’s ever-changing, eclectic collection of sculpture, photography, painting and installations, topped by the private penthouse apartment of the Boros family.

I was amazed by the gritty industrial context of the space, just a perfect backdrop for displaying their extraordinary collection. The contrast between the World War II bunker signage and the old nightclub graffiti which had been left on the walls and the stark modern pieces on display was so striking. We were led along low-ceilinged corridors and stairs which opened suddenly into huge spaces that homed brightly coloured paintings and sculptures. I particularly loved the sculpture ‘Untitled’ by the Chinese conceptual artist He Xiangyu. Here laid out apparently randomly in an empty room were twenty four 18 carat gold egg boxes glittering against the dirty grey floor, an amazing visual metaphor for useless consumerism and empty materialism of 21st century society.

I loved the sheer novelty of it all and was like no other gallery I had ever visited. We paused to engage in interactive works printing our own woodcuts in a room alongside Brazilian artist Paulo Nazareth’s framed woodcuts of kitchen knives. We strolled across suspended walkways and gazed down over sculptures below. Then, we stood at doorways and peered into spaces taken over by the artwork within.

The layout of the immense space was completely disorientating. I felt like Alice in Wonderland heading deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole of the Boros Foundation’s collection, around each corner being met by a piece even more random and surprising than the last.

We viewed Katja Novitskova’s conceptual installation of a huge larger than life size cut-out albino stallion staring down at a twisty red arrow springing off a small trampoline apparently representing the expansion of our technological age at the expense of other species. This was a perfect example of there being more than what meets the eye, which I found very enlightening and thought provoking

There was an enormous concrete eagle head by Justin Matherly standing like some huge inscrutable sphinx, which reminded me of an Easter Island head sculpture, randomly placed in the middle of an empty room.

Around the corner we see Paulo Nazareth’s embroidered white Muslim robe hanging in solitary isolation inside a blank white space……The sense of the art taking over the space is complete.

The meaning behind much of it was slightly beyond me. But it didn’t matter because the uniqueness of it all in such an amazing setting was so exciting and fresh. The building and the artworks were so juxtaposed, it certainly made it memorable. Plus, (encouragingly!) Christian Boros had said himself that much of what he collected even he didn’t understand….so there is hope for us all!

And being invited to stick black tape to the bunker’s concrete walls alongside Johannes Wohnseifer’s art installation ‘Black Tape’ did ultimately beg the question: When exactly do you cross that subjective line between defacing a wall and embellishing it, and who decides what makes it contemporary? It was precisely this, us all leaving slightly confused, that makes this a prime example of the effect contemporary art can have on us. It allows us to perceive the work however we feel it provoked us. It was just fascinating learning about the galleries history, and being the backdrop to such unusual modern artwork.

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hillnerd · 3 years

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For the ship and word game: Harry/Ginny, snitch ♥️

Thanks for the prompt! Hinny as parents - James is twelve. :)

SNITCH

It was December and so it was a cold grey day. There was no other kind of day in Scotland in December.

Despite the rather miserable weather, Ginny was jubilant as she trudged through the snow towards the familiar Quidditch pitch, red sweater on under her thick winter coat.

James had sent a letter late in the night. It was barely legible, and mentioned something about Quidditch. The follow-up letter from Teddy helped clarify things. James was in the reserves for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and was getting to fly his first game thanks to a chaser getting a bad case of Fwooper Flu.

No one had ever come to her games at Hogwarts as her mother had never been comfortable Apparating and couldn’t spare the Floo powder, while their father was always busy at work. It wasn’t something she particularly resented, but looking back she would have liked them to see her and cheer her on for her games.

Harry was off on a mission, but Ginny could spare the time, and was happy to get a chance to see James playing his first ever game. It was strange being back at Hogwarts after so many years. She’d been back a few times for memorials back in the early 2000’s, but it had been over a decade since then, and much had changed. In some ways it was the same- the Quidditch pitch didn’t look all that different, but the pathways to it had changed, the seating, and she was having trouble finding the locker room.

“Ginny!” she heard a voice call, and saw Neville waving in the crowd. She enthusiastically waved and jogged over.

“Hey Nev!” She smiled and gave a hug.

“Here to see James?”

“Yes! Though, I’ve not clue where the locker rooms are! Where’d they move them to?”

“Ah! Those are on the South side now. The old ones had a lot of old spell damage and got torn out, oh, five year ago now?” he explained, leading the way to the locker room.

She could hear the sounds of teens excitedly gearing up for the game.

The team were mostly students Teddy and Victoire’s ages, if she had to guess by the look of them. James, by comparison, looked tiny and pale. He was bouncing both his legs as he sat at his bench, hands running through his hair. He was already with uniform and pads on, while the rest of the team were more languorous in getting their pads in place.

She’d been exactly the same her first match as a Harpie.

“Knock knock,” she said, fully entering the room. The teens quieted down seeing there was an adult in the room, while James shot to his feet.

“Mum!” James cried out with a smile, before carefully schooling it to a much cooler nonchalant look. “Erm, what are you doing here?”

“Came to see your first big game, of course,” she laughed.

“Oh wait- that’s Ginny Potter!” cried out an eastern asian girl. One of the tall teenage whipped around, a furious blush on his face, before shutting his locker that had an old poster of hers. She remembered the row she’d had with her mum over the poster and how she wasn’t ‘fully in her uniform’ for the shot. Another kid, Oliver Wood’s daughter she’d met a few times over the years, gave a quick wave.

“Yup,” she said with a winning smile. “Best of luck, to all of you. Go Gryffindor!”

She caught James’s eye and was surprised to find him looking rather cross. She gave a quick gesture with her head to the door and he joined her just outside.

“Excited for your match?”

“Well I was…”

Oh dear. She could feel the tween angst rolling off of him.

“Everything alright?”

“Why’d you have to come into the locker room? No one else’s parents did that.”

“You sure about that? Because I know for a fact Oliver Wood was there for the first few years of your Keeper’s games.”

James bit his lip, adjusting his rectangular glasses.

“You sure?”

“Oh yes. And he wore full regalia and painted his face, so you’re old mum isn’t too much of an embarrassment by comparison.” She had no idea if Oliver Wood had done this, but it was the first embarrassing thing she could imagine to make her look a bit less bad by comparison.

“It’s not that you’re embarrassing…” he said, digging the toe of his shoe into the ground.

“Oh?”

“I just… I want them to be thinking about how I’m good on my own. Not because of you.”

Oh. She’d not considered that as being a thing, but completely understood the sentiment.

“Hey, I can leave if—”

“No… No, I want you here. I’m glad you came,” he said, before furtively looking around him then leaning in to hug her.

“You’re going to crush it, James,” she whispered in his ear. “Remember to really tuck in your heels and arms when you’re doing any hard sprints. And look farther down the field so you can get a big picture of the whole game and really slow things down. Oh, and ‘give to get’ on your tight turns so that—”

“I know, I know!” James said, putting a hand through his messy auburn hair. It wasn’t as messy as Harry’s, but she had a feeling he’d been running hands through it more than usual.

“Best of luck, darling,” she said with a kiss to his forehead.

He gave her one of his most confident smiles, flashing his straight teeth, and for a moment she could just picture what he’d be like when he was quite grown up, a thought that terrified her.

“See you after the game,” she said, giving his hair a ruffle as she went to find her seat.

She looked for Neville amongst the stands, but spotted a familiar head of dark hair beside him.

“Harry?” she called out. He turned and grinned at her, wearing a Gryffindor scarf and facepaint on his cheeks.

“Go Gryffindor,” he said with a grin.

She smiled back, loving that he’d somehow made it to the game. She also loved how mortified James would be later. She was the cool parent; today at least.

“Nice to see you in your old colors,” she said, taking a seat beside her husband. “Thought you had a mission today?”

“The great thing about being Head Auror is you can push those off on other people,” he said, taking hold of her hand. “Plus it’s his first game. I couldn’t miss it. It’s nice to have someone in the stands rooting for you when you’re taking on something daunting.”

She gave his hand a squeeze.

“Yell super loud when James flies out. He’ll love it!”

James might act embarrassed, but she was sure he actually would love having his father there cheering him on.

When James flew out Harry gave a giant whoop, which made James show off with some loop-de-loops instead of going red faced like Albus would have.

The match was a good one, and James was keeping up very well with players years older than he. She glowed as he followed her advice to ‘give to get’- slowing down on turns so he could gain more smooth speed on the long runs.

He was a natural chaser and she couldn’t be more proud.

James was in a perfect tail slide transition with his Quaffle when a bludger was his his direction. Too intent on looking down the field, and with all the cheers, he missed her and Harry’s scream as their son took a Bludger to the back of his head and went tumbling from his broom.

There were a number of spells on the field to prevent a student from making impact with the ground (something they could have used back in her and Harry’s day). It did nothing to prevent the terror scraping at her insides seeing her little boy put on a stretcher with blood running down his temple, glasses smashed and laid on his chest. Harry’s jaw was set and he made an incongruous sight looking so grim while adorned in the bright face paint.

James was rushed to the hospital wing, and she and Harry stayed by his side the whole way there. All his cousins and Teddy came to visit, but they dispersed once they knew James would be alright, with the exception of Teddy who opted to stay.

James was healed and bandaged up by Hannah Longbottom. Despite knowing James was fully healed, they opted to stay until he woke up. Teddy nodded off in a nearby chair, his hair subconsciously turning the same color as James’s as he slept.

Ginny stood looking at James’s sleeping face until her vision blurred. She could picture him when he was just a tiny baby, his look of mischief on his face as he padded along the halls on pudgy legs, toddling after Teddy and Harry, wanting to be so grown up.

Harry took her hand and squeezed it.

“He’s alright, love.”

“I know,” she replied, swiping at her eyes. “I can’t stop thinking of him as a baby, for some reason.”

Harry gave a dry laugh. “I’ve been thinking the same thing. Is it just me, or is being a parent a bit like having a time turner? In the blink of an eye you can see your twelve year old as a baby or when he first walked.”

“Especially when they’re asleep,” she said, stroking James’s lightly freckled cheek. “I’m glad you came today.”

“Me too. He flies just like you, you know,” said Harry before standing beside her.

“I was thinking some of those loop-de-loops looked like you at that age.”

“Naw, all his brilliance is from his Mum,” he said, leaning in to gently kiss her.

“Eurgh…” James gave a grunt, squinting at them. “What happened?”

“You got a bludger to the back of your head. Same injury your dad had in his sixth year.”

“Wicked…” said James, before his eye went wide. “Who won the game?”

“Gryffindor, even though they didn’t catch the Snitch. You Chasers were that good!” said Harry, sitting beside James.

Ginny could picture James’s first broom ride, with Harry excitedly following beside him so he wouldn’t slip off the tiny broom.

#hinny #james sirius potter #fan fiction #hp fanfiction #ginny potter #my writing #snitch #harry potter #hp next gen

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athera · 3 years

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(Moonsun) My Mommy

Warnings: 18+, Anal, overstimulation, S&M, spanking (pussy and ass), facefucking, toys, aftercare, honestly this is 2000 words of pure filth but enjoy.

Moonbyul POV

I've been testing Yongsun's patience all day today, with small arguments, and shoves and overall being a brat. But when I started a fight in front of our dance team I clearly made her the most angry in a long time. She took off my shirt and bra before she pushed me over the counter angrily and put her hand in my hair, holding my cheek against the hard cold counter. She had me in the perfect position with my ass sticking out to her, she began to spank my ass. She was really mad this time, she wasn't holding back at all, it hurt even over the fabric of my jeans. I started to groan as tears came to my eyes, however I could also feel a sudden wetness in my underwear.

"Who am I?" She said to me in a low voice with an undertone of lust.

"Leader.." I replied to her, knowing it wasn't what she wanted to hear, I wanted to push her. It worked. She pulled my pants down and brought her hand down on my underwear-clad ass three times so hard I could hear the echo throughout her apartment. I let out a scream mixed with a moan and felt my pussy gush.

"Try again." Her voice was so demanding I felt myself fall into a submissive state, I felt like I had to obey her commands. I whispered below my breath what she wanted to hear.

"Mommy.." She spanked me once again.

"Speak up."

"Mommy!" I screamed as she delivered another hard slap to my ass.

"That's right. It's Mommy to you." She spanked me over and over, her strength was unrelenting and I could hear each spank ring out. "You naughty little girl. Your cunt is soaking through your underwear, do you like this?" I whimpered as she landed two more harsh spanks on my stinging butt.

"Yes Mommy." I whispered.

"How many times do I have to tell you to speak up." She leaned over my ear to whisper lowly as she ran her nails down my ass.

"I'm sorry! Yes Mommy!" I yelled out against the counter. Her grip on my head wasn't letting up, a sign of exactly how angry I made her.

"Clearly, you're enjoying this, you're a little masochist, finding your pleasure through pain, constantly pushing me and arguing with me in front of others." Yongsun spanked me once with every little phrase or point she made. "It's a shame you can't see your ass, so pink it's almost red. I can't wait to see you try and sit down later." She spanked my ass once more before grabbing a fistful of hair tightly and pulling me up, she dragged me into her room and pushed me onto her bed. Yongsun put me on my back and pushed my legs up and down so my feet were beside my head. She basically folded my body in half and pushed my butt up with a pillow under me. I knew to hold my legs in the position she put me in. She could clearly see my stinging ass and both holes. In this position I could see myself as well, Yongsun was right, my ass was bright pink. I was completely on display and I felt myself falling deeper into submission.

Yongsun walked away for a moment, but I knew not to move. When she came back she was holding a large black buttplug, it was about 5 inches and could vibrate, and I could see she had put on the thick 8in strap on. My clit twitched and could feel it as my underwear stuck to my pussy. She grabbed a pair of scissors in her nightstand and started to cut my underwear off.

"You won't be needing this anymore. At least not when you're here." Yongsun pulled it off me and started to lubricate the buttplug with my juices. She pulled away and spanked my soaked cunt twice, before rubbing it with the plug again. I flinched in pleasure and pain and she did that three more times, and my clit was aching, before she started to push the big plug in my asshole. I whined and moaned the entire time pushed it in.

It definitely wasn't the first time, but the stretch of my anus is always so good, of course it hurts but in the best way. She was teasing my clit so gently it was almost torture, but the pleasure from my clit and the pain from my ass was a perfect mix. She got to the widest part of the plug, the end, and forcefully pushed it in completely within an instant. I gasped and she immediately went back to spanking my pussy and clit roughly.

"Ah! Mommy! More!" I could barely speak through all the sensations. I love the intense feelings I was experiencing through my nether regions.

"Such. A. Bad. Girl." She accentuated each word with another slap on my cunt. "Getting so horny from being spanked on your ass and your pussy, what a slut." On the word "and" Yongsun smacked my pussy the hardest time so far, I felt myself come undone and it took everything in me not drop my legs as I screamed in pleasure.

"Oh my, did you really just cum from this? This is a punishment and yet you enjoyed yourself enough to cum like that? You really are a masochistic slut." She pinched my clit and started pushing the buttplug in and out, fucking my ass with it. "You didn't even ask for permission to cum. Now you've given me more reason to punish you. Even though I'm sure you'll enjoy it, was this what you wanted? To be punished? Of course you did."

My clit was so sensitive from being slapped and my orgasm, having it pinched made me feel completely overstimulated but it feels heavenly. I don't want it to end, Yongsun is right, I'm such a masochistic slut, but only for her. Only for my mommy.

Mommy pushed the plug in completely again and pulled the pillow out from under me, then she lined up her strap on with my practically dripping pussy. She rubbed the outside with it and made sure to tease my throbbing clit with the tip for a minute. And finally, she thrust it all in my cunt with a single movement, her hips meeting my stinging pink ass. I couldn't do anything but scream and moan as I saw Mommy's fake cock pierce my body in an instant. It was all I needed to cum again, that single thrust mixed with the full sensation in my ass and pussy. Yongsun saw me cum again without permission and so she pinched my clit hard again while I came, I was lost in the pleasure and pain and I never wanted it to end. Even as I came down from my high, her fingers stayed pinching my sensitive clit.

"You fucking slut, cumming the second I thrust into your pussy, it was so wet it went in so easily and quickly that I didn't even use much force. But this is your second time cumming without permission from your Mommy. I would pull out and spank you but we already that'll make you cum too. What am I supposed to do with such a slut? Hmm, maybe I should just make you cum over and over until even you can't stand it anymore. How many times would that be? Knowing how much you like pain it'd probably be about 5-10 times? Who knows but if you keep cumming like that we'll find out soon enough." Her grip on my clit was strong and she started to move and twist her fingers while she never let up on the pressure. She kept it up even when she began to thrust inside my pussy. Mommy would pull out to the top slowly and pound back in quickly, making my cunt feel empty and then full within seconds over and over again. Every time her hips met ass, the force would make a slapping sound similar to my spanking, and with how hard she spanked me earlier it felt like another hit every single thrust. I could also feel Mommy's strap on hitting deep inside, it could probably hit my cervix if she wanted it to and I was sure she knew that. It took me at most two minutes before I was cumming again. Mommy was right the overstimulation was perfect for me.

"That's three." She let go of my clit and brought her hands up and leaned over me. She removed my hands from legs and used them to keep herself stable on top of me, which meant they were completely pushed into the mattress next to my head, and I could feel it now. Mommy's 8in cock has finally reached my cervix and was right against it. She instructed me to put my hands behind my back. Then she began to pound my pussy and from this angle Yongsun's cock could push against my cervix with every thrust. I began to drool and I was a moaning horny mess. I came again quickly, but this time she refused to stop thrusting. And she kept going throughout my orgasm.

“Four.” She sped up. I was so overstimulated I came again almost immediately, squirting around her strap on. Again she left me to ride out my orgasm as she kept thrusting.

“Five.” She pulled out and I let out a whine. Yongsun climbed up my body and turned around so she was facing my sore, well-fucked pussy, while I had clear view her pussy and strap on. She took my hands out from under me and made me hold my aching legs open again, as she angled her strap on covered in my juices towards my mouth. I didn’t hesitate to take it in. She found the best angle and began to facefuck me while I could taste myself. She began to alternate between rubbing my clit and spanking it. I was in paradise, this is exactly what I wanted, to be a total slut for Mommy. My ass was full, my cunt was empty but sore and sensitive, my clit was just an overstimulated mess, and I was being facefucked by her 8in cock. I squirted again as she delivered a particularly hard smack directly on my clit.

“Six. You look so pretty like this, it’s a shame you can’t be a good girl for me but I do love to try and fuck you into one.” She stopped thrusting in my mouth and left her cock as deep inside as she could, 7in of her cock was in my throat. She sat up and on my face as she took her time to look for and grab her phone. Meanwhile I was breathing in her delicious scent. She pointed it at my face and began thrusting again. She was taking a video. Yongsun pulled out completely as she finished the video. She got off of me and took many pictures of my bare and fucked body.

Then she put my legs down flat on the bed, they were extremely sore and my stinging ass hurt against the fabric but I didn’t mind. She pulled me in for a kiss and stroked my hair lovingly.

“Are you okay?” She was always extremely worried after having sex like that, even if her sadistic side comes out really well.

“I’m okay, I feel amazing actually.” I replied best I could, my throat felt dry though. “Can I have some water?”

“Of course love.” She went out and quickly returned with a tall glass of water and in her other hand was a soothing cream. She helped me drink some water and then flipped me over gently.

“Yong, you don’t have to it’s not that bad.”

“What do you mean “not that bad”! It’s practically red and I can still see my handprints. It must hurt.”

“I like it though..” I said lightly.

“Well, no matter how much of a masochist you might be, we still have to go to work tomorrow and you can’t be walking funny in public.”

I sighed, I knew she was right and she began to generously apply cream on my ass and apparently she had also grabbed a gel for muscle pain that I didn’t see, and she applied it on the back of my thighs, massaging it deeply. She always took amazing care of me afterwards, one of the reasons I love her so much. She left me on my stomach for a bit while the cream and gel did their thing while she came up to lay next to me, giving me kisses and stoking my hair after she wiped my face clean from drool and my own “liquids” with a wet towel.

“Do you want me to take out the plug or leave it in until you sleep?”

“In please, and can you start the vibrations?”

“Sure baby.” Yongsun turned on the vibrations to low-medium, for some reason the feeling made it easier to sleep.

No more than 10 minutes later I felt myself drifting into sleep as she had an arm wrapped around my neck pulling me into her chest.

“I love you.” I whispered faintly.

“I love you too baby.” She continued to stroke my hair as I fell asleep with the person I loved most next to me.

#mamamoo #mamamoo imagines #mamamoo moonbyul #mamamoo moonsun #mamamoo solar #mamamoo fanfic #mamamoo smut #moomoo #gxg smut #kpop girls #kpop smut #gxg #moonsun

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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Just heard your requests were open! Could I request for an s/o taking care of Bakugo with a fever? Or maybe he’s just sick, whatevers fine with you (´▽`)

”i’m not sick, i always look like this”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: fluff, language

word count: 2000+

a/n: idk why it took me so long to write 2k but we move

summary: in which bakugo ends up getting sick, being the loving girlfriend you are you happily look after the angry boy who’s adamant he is not sick

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His voice hummed in your ear, it was sweet and soft, the late Sunday morning beaming through the windows. Trying to get out of bed was hassle enough but with the blond boys arms wrapped tightly around your body it became even harder. He was humming something low or was it a grumble. You could never tell but his face rested into your hair with his breath fanning your neck.

You thought it was sweet that was until the hefty cough spewed from his throat. You could almost hear the mucus and congested lungs through that one cough. He had woken up from that cough and his eyes were droopy and dull. The accumulated discharge of skin cells and dirt sitting in the corner of his eyes, but it seemed to make his eyes not open as usual. “Y/n.” His voice was much rougher and filled with all his might.

You didn’t reply, instead putting the back of your hand on his forehead. The burning sensation spread to your hand, he was ill, and he was not happy about it. “You’re gonna have to stay in bed.”

“I’m not staying in bed like a child.” He was grumpy and had tried to get up.

Bringing your hand out you immediately stopped the boy before he could move, “woah, woah, woah, get back into bed.”

“Baby.” He whined but you stayed firm telling him to stop trying to get up. He scowled at you crossing his arms as his head fell back onto the pillow. “At least let me brush my teeth and face.”

You contemplated it and realised that if did that you could get him some food and medicine. “Okay, but I’m helping you up.”

He shuffled to the end of the bed, his hair flat and uneven. “Princess, I’m not some idiot who can’t wa…” The words fell just as he did, he had tried to stand and instead you had caught him, but his weight was a lot heavier than you had ever thought. “I can…can stand.”

He was breathless but put his arm around your shoulder, your hands around his waist as you could see how ill he actually was. The move to the little sink allowed for him to lean against it and run the tap. “I’m going to get you something to eat and some medicine.”

He only hummed through trying to vigorously brush his teeth, he slouched against the sink. Quickly wearing a discarded hoodie and skipping down to the elevator. How had he even got sick was the first think you thoughts about, it wasn’t as if he was out in the cold. That’s when you remembered how Kirishima had made a bet with him to see who could last the longest in the cold the night before. Kirishima had used his quirk to harden and Bakugo let off warm explosions but even then, the two were shivering when they came back in.

Kirishima even taking a hot shower whilst Bakugo just wanted cuddles. The stupid idiot should’ve taken a shower instead of trying to gain warmth from you. “Hey Y/n, where’s Kacchan?” Midoriya asked just as you came out of the elevator.

“He’s sick, I came down to get him some breakfast and medicine.” Midoriya had a distressed face which you quickly calmed down, “I can handle him.”

“If you need any help, just send me a text.” You nodded watching him leave to go on a run, you went through the cabinets thinking of the best thing to make for someone who was sick. With the lack of food and you couldn’t really give him a hot meal, you found some bread putting it in the toaster.

Grabbing two glasses, you put water and salt in one for him gargle and the other some sugary lemon water for his throat. The sound of Kirishima made you jump just as you reached for the toast, “I thought it was too quiet for some reason.”

Laughing at the comment you explain what happened and he helps to get the medicine which you were glad for. Putting everything on a tray, Kirishima deciding to follow you just to see how bad it was and probably make fun of the boy. You both reached the door, the sight of Bakugo leaning against his bed with sweat dripping from his face and a reddened look.

“What took you so long?” He noticed Kirishima and huffed at the sight of Kiri suppressing a laugh. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to see if you were actually ill.”

Bakugo turned to face you a scowl evident through his sorrowful look, “I’m not sick, I always look like this.”

Rolling your eyes at how he was trying to play off the sore throat and dreary look, you put everything to the side and grabbed his hand, “I found this.” Sticking the thermometer into his mouth, he had stopped talking and lied back onto the bed.

“I’ll leave you two.” Kirishima spoke half heartedly chuckling as he closed the door.

Hearing the beeping you saw the temperature and it was obvious your boyfriend would need care to get better. “Gargle this.” You grabbed his arm letting his body weight on you and you passed the salty water. Watching him do it, your sorted his bed out seeing how he was freezing underneath the covers even though it was broiling outside.

He spat it out and turned to face you arms out, “help me.” He knew there was one positive of being ill and that was how you treated him with so much care like a Russian doll ready to shatter.

“Come on baby, lets get you into bed.” He wanted to cuddle with you, but the threat of making you ill was evident, instead he let you do what you wanted. Passing him some food, he bit into the toast noticing you hadn’t brought anything for yourself.

“Where’s your food?” It was a command almost to go and get yourself something, but worry had laced into your thoughts at seeing how he stayed under the sheets with his little fingers popping out with the toast.

Grabbing the drink you went back to face him, “I’ll get some later, open up.” He complied with a groan at the movement taking a sip, he watched your steady hand give him the drink before passing him the tablets. “Swallow two okay.”

“I’m not a child idiot.”

You hummed back at him, “well you sure are acting like one.”

He rolled his eyes, swallowing the two tablets and passing the plate back to you. “Get some sleep, okay? I’m going to shower and wash up.”

“Don’t leave me.” He whined his arms out, he sure was bratty when he was ill.

You watched his normal fury eyes become duller and his face even paler. How could you refuse that, refuse him but you knew you had to at least get changed and eat something. “I’ll send Kirishima in if you want company.”

“I want you.” He muttered; you could hear the shifting of the blankets assuming he had turned to face the wall. You took careful steps towards the bed, stroking his blonde hair, he loved the way you fingers moved through his hair, how comforting it all was. Giving a soft kiss onto his hot skin, he heard you leave and was sad that you had left him.

He had tried to get some sleep, but how could he sleep without you, his girl, his love, his teddy bear. It had probably only been an hour and you had finally done everything, even eaten some food yourself before you brought up some more medicine and a wet cloth for his forehead. The sound of the door opening brought relief hearing you softly say his name.

“I brought some more tablets baby.”

He shifted to meet your gaze, he looked a lot better than he had in the morning but still there was a cold swear present and his throat seemed dry as he spoke. “What took you so long?” His normal angry self would’ve spoke the sentence with a lot more fury, but he sounded like a child who’s mother had left him at the park.

“No need to get pouty, I’m yours for the rest of the day.” You signed passing him the tablets.

“I’m not pouty, it’s anger.”

You grabbed his face with your cold hands, the sweat soaking into your fingers. A bit gross but you didn’t care chuckling at the boy. “Of course it is, sweetheart.”

He hated when you called him sweetheart it was an indicator you were taunting him and if he wasn’t ill, he’d have fucked the mocking behaviour out of you. But all he could do was scowl and swallow the tablets. “Let’s put this here.”

He watched you put the wet cloth across his forehead, the lightness of your fingers grazing his skin sent a sensation through him. “Do you need anything else?” You asked, deciding to go refill him some water that he had finished prior.

“Stay with me.” It was breathless, all Bakugo really wanted was your arms around him. He wanted the comfort of your body on his own, he missed it and being unable to kiss you left him out of love. His physical affection had been cut down and now all he wished for was you by his side.

You debated the statement, before shrugging and putting the water bottle down. He watched as you stripped the hoodie off and lifted the sheets, feeling the warmth of the covers across your now shirtless body. He loved the feeling of his back against your own warm front, it made him a lot more comfortable. Your warmth was always something else and the way your arms wrapped around his body, your knees bending into his own it made him feel on a high.

Your face rested across his back, he had grabbed your hands, lacing his fingers with your own. He knew you’d get sick as well, but he assumed you were missing the affection just as much as he was. He felt the soft warm lips of your own scatter across his skin, if open mouthed kisses could cure illness than your kisses would be able to cure anything in the world. Your hair brushed against his back, you both were silent, it was comfortable and all you really wanted was for the energetic boy to get some rest. His breathing had stopped being as heavy and even the coughs he had had, had gone down, but he was till shivering, it made your next movement become imminent.

Your body fully pressing against his back, if you were a lot bigger it probably would’ve helped a lot better. Bakugo acknowledged what you were doing a short smile came from his lips as he saw how your body felt against his own. He could feel how your bra pressed against his back, how your grasp on his fingers became tighter. You were trying to provide warmth. Trying being the key word as ultimately it just made you become closer to the boy and make him never want you to leave.

After a while he could feel your soft breathing and knew that as soon as your hands laid on him, you’d be out, you were always the one to fall asleep first at any event. It made everybody laugh at how withing half an hour of a movie you were out cold on Bakugo’s arm, or shoulder or even body. He tried to turn without making too much noise but his heavy breathes made it hard.

Once he finally did face your soft body, he watched the strands of hair stick to your skin. The way your mouth let out breaths of warm air, he admired the sight, this time placing a kiss on your temple before holding onto your body. His arms around your waist and your own against his exposed chest. If you were awake you’ve contested it but now with you in his arms Bakugo could finally get some rest.

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asmolemmeeatyouout · 3 years

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Clearing out the drafts so

Random hc’s for the boys

That I don’t wanna even try organise

CW: one non graphic mention of gore

Lucifer has misophonia, he hides it well but does frequently bend/break cutlery because of it.

(Catch Satan chewing as loud as he possibly can)

👾Levia👾chan👾🥺😳😩😖😣🍥😓😥🤢🤢🤮🥉🥉🥉 texts 🐒😈📱 📲 like 👍 🤗💃 this 😊 😊 😊 🥵 🥵😣😣😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭😏😏🤯

(🙌 Yes 🙌 👍 👏 it’s 👋 🙋‍♀️ every 💫 💫 💫 text 🙈 ☺️ 🙈 . 🚫 No 🚫 you 👨 👩 cannot 👅👀👅 make 👉👈👉👈 👁👄👁him 🛑 stop 🛑😈👿😈 ‼️❕‼️🐠 (<Henry)

Will role play as Henry (the fish, specifically) while texting you when he’s too shy to ask you things, the only hint you get is him ending every text like with ALL the fish emojis. If you refer to him as Levi not Henry during this he will SULK.

Calls your texting dry af if you don’t send at LEAST four emojis with every message

The best subtle magic belphie has is his sheets are always crisp and new

Like every night is shaved leg fresh sheets night smooth

His magic only works on his sheets so he sneaks his other washing in with beels the lazy git

Beel knows he just doesn't care

Beel does the most laundry out of the brothers bc he eats in bed CONSTANTLY

(He also eats everything he spills but that's not gonna stop the spaghetti stains- or the punishment from Lucifer when he accidently swallows the sheet too)

Beel once chewed belphies hair in his sleep

This is the main reason the twins have separate beds

If belphies asleep somewhere and wants a cuddle he will just kidnap the nearest person if no ones around, this includes little d’s and lessor demons, his magic will put them to sleep fast enough it can’t be stopped

Asmo’s body changes with trends (its fucked that body types have trends), but the devildom is slower in its trend rotation which is why he’s currently obsessed with the 2000’s esque stature (give 👏 us 👏 fat 👏 asmo 👏! ! !)

Levi has the FATTEST ass around (and cute little love handles and a soft belly, boy sits on his ass all day no way he’s ripped)

(Still has demon strength tho, but his human glamour is much less intimidating than his true demon self (think @waltnut 's form hc’s)

Satan’s whole feather boa getup is literally a cat toy. He wears it to entice cats he knows it’s ugly.

Asmodeus will take and wear your clothing without asking. This includes underwear, I suggest you get a lock for your closet.

Beel has FRECKLESS HES A FUCKING GINGER GIVE HIM FRECKLES OR GIVE ME DEATH DEVS !,!

In line with this, the first time beel went to the human world he burnt tomato red under the sun. He was not aware sunscreen was a thing due to the whole perma night devildom thing.

Stoner! Mammon supremacy

(he also deals coke bc moneeeeyyyy) (lucifer doesn’t care as long as it’s not in the house, drugs aren’t a. Illegal in the devildom, and b. that harmful to demons, it’s also his most respectable way of getting Grimm considering all his other hijinxs)

Asmo once convinced Satan to wear a sexy cat costume for a Halloween party

Satan had a sexual-identity-furry crisis in the bathroom

Devildom clothing isn’t gendered,

Asmodeus has been banned from wearing skirts in professional settings due to uh *coughcough* “accidental” flashing. (The same with crop tops/bras/see-through shirts)

Mammon and lucifer are scary similar in some respects like:

Lucifers receiving love language is physical touch and BOY is he starved. Touch his head and he will full body shudder black out for a second. Most people assume it’s acts of service bc he’s so overworked but that’s his giving, duh. (Try touch his neck and your wrist will be broken before you get close)

It’s why he wears gloves everywhere (also bc scars from the war, but I don’t remember the @ I heard that from first and I don’t wanna steal :) )

Mammon’s receiving love language is also physical touch, lucifer’s pride stops them from helping each other.

Lucifer will mock you if you get too close to his insecurities as a defence mechanism, it’s why mammon refuses to hug him even though they both need it.

Mammon just flat out denies his needs and emotions (partially due to lucifer’s defence response, partly bc him&co being abs assholes)

Mammon and asmo share the same music taste (which is GAY pop -think rina sawagama comme des garçons, Britney, gaga, montero- (I’m sry I don’t know more pop))

Asmodeus is the ‘tell you things that you think are tmi or too personal but actually mean nothing to me’ kind of honestly dishonest so no one knows his true feelings/can hurt him (me too baby !)

Beel is the only brother open about his emotions because he’ll just eat you if you dare make fun of him

Mammon offers beel food on really bad days because he’s too afraid of being mad fun of to just ask for a hug and beel showers anyone that gives him food in affection

Asmodeus LIKES violence, he thinks blood and gore is sexy, but he keeps that side of him very private as to not taint his perfect image and lower his chances of getting laid

(there are rumours and myths about what the avatar of lust likes to do to people who truly piss him off, but they’re so far removed from the Asmodeus everyone knows and loves that no one really believes them. Which is just how asmo likes it)

ALL the boys are obsessed with touching/stroking your neck/nape because there’s so much fragility there and it’s a huge sign of trust for a demon

Mammon is always warm

Levi is always cold (blooded)

When Satan gets really angry, objects near him just burst into flames

Okay I’m done now, thank u for reading !! :)

*** think I tagged the wrong creator gonna go find the right url soz guys !! (But also do check out @decaffeinated-demons they’ve got super cool ideas)

#obey me swd #obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #belphagor obey me #obey me satan #obey me beelezebub #obey me headcanons

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pwarkluv · 3 years

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❝ what is love? - l.mk ❞

lee mark x reader | fluff | 2k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, idol au, love at first sight au, 6thmemberofitzy!reader, shy!mark and shy!reader, fluff bc that’s what i’m best at LOL, another request :), just enjoy <3

REQUEST | “hii i read ur electric love fic w jisung and i really loved it :DD could you do the same for mark ? still as the 6th member of itzy ofc :D” - my lovely anon <3

SUMMARY | he wonders what is love, but finds the answer in you.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “what is love” by twice (english lyrics by genius translations)! ANOTHER REQUEST HDSFKLDSJHF IM SO SO SO SO EXCITED! i wanted to change up the setting so it’s still 6th member itzy, but not in weekly idol :P ALSO this was inspired by when nct dream, itzy, and stray kids sat next to each each other in that one award show so yeah lolol. IM SO SORRY I LOST THE MESSAGE WHERE MY ANON ASKED FOR IT BUT I STILL WROTE IT FOR YOU! I LOVE YOU, THANK YOU, NEVER BE SHY TO DM ME ;)

what is love?

mark knew the general idea of it; the sappy moments movies show, the “butterflies in your stomach” feeling books portray, the pain and hardships songs make you feel.

but he’s never been in love, at least not like this.

❝ how could it be as sweet as candy? ❞

training at such a young age molded mark into the perfect idol, and with that he was fully aware dating would look bad to the public. he accepted the fact that he might never find love, all to help achieve his dream.

but as cheesy as it sounds, the canadian wished to be loved.

yes he was loved by his members, his family, his friends, his fans; but the type of love he longed for was something none of them could give him.

mark wanted to feel the sweetness of being in love, the giddiness you’d feel whenever you talk to them, the pounding of your heart whenever they’re near. he wanted to experience the overwhelming need to be with that person, like if they’re gone for too long it’s like you can’t breathe.

was being in love like making a song for the very first time? or was it like eating watermelon all the time?

so many questions with no answers, the boy left to wander in his own thoughts.

❝ how it’s like flying in the sky? ❞

he smiled bittersweetly as the newly wed couple danced around in confetti, the sound of laughter and cheers resonating around the room. one of nct’s managers that had been with them since the beginning invited them to her wedding, to which the team obviously accepted.

all 23 of them were happy for their noona who found her happy ending. mark could only watch in awe at the sight of the two lovebirds, the love and adoration for the other evident in the way they looked at each other.

his heart tugged a bit knowing he wanted something like that too.

“being in love is like flying in the sky.” his manager explained to the boy as a makeup artist experimentally brushed strokes on her face. it was a couple hours before the ceremony when mark knocked on her hotel door, wanting to visit his favorite noona before she finally said ‘i do’.

his question left his mouth before mark could fully register what he was about to say, the poor boy flushing a bit as the woman laughed at him.

“are you in love mark? is that why you’re asking me how i knew i was in love?” she teased as mark stutterd, denying her accusation.

“n-no i swear!” he said as his manager continued laughing, the makeup artist having to pause a bit to let her get it all out. “i’m just curious.” mark said quietly trying to stop the heat from rushing up to his cheeks.

“well being in love is a magical feeling.” the woman said, turning a bit serious. mark sat up straight as he listened intently. “when you realize you love someone, it can be a scary thing. love isn’t perfect mark, and i want you to know that. there are moments where you want to scream and rip your hair out, or cry to let it all out.”

the boy nodded in understanding, having a bit of knowledge from all the good breakup songs taylor swift writes about.

“but it can also change your whole world.” she continued on. “it’s like seeing the world again for the very first time and the colors are more vibrant. it’s like having a permanent reason to be happy, and a reason to stay.” she explained as the mark sat quietly trying to comprehend it all.

❝ i wanna know know know know, what is love? ❞

the poor boy’s head couldn’t wrap around the thought of you.

his heart hammered in his chest as he secretly glanced at you, desperately trying to avoid suspicion from fans and his members. you were just too breathtaking, having the canadian looking back for more.

the moment he first laid eyes on you, it was like an epiphany. you were the answer to all his questions.

so this is what it feels like, mark thinks to himself as he looks back on all the things he’s heard about love.

the butterflies, the pounding of your heart, the “seeing the world in a whole new perspective”, mark felt everything and as much as he felt excited, he was scared.

as harmless as it sounds, award shows were a risky thing for idols. being surrounded by fans of different groups as well as said groups themselves always seemed to cause a bit of a stir between fans.

between dating rumors and rumors about beef between two idols, anything could happen.

but usually mark would be okay. he’s been doing this for a long time and knew how to behave.

however what he didn’t expect was to see you, the tiny rookie idol from the newly debuted girl group ‘itzy’.

nct 127’s table was right next to yours which let mark have a clear view of your pretty eye smile as you laughed at something lia had whispered into your ear. your laugh was bubbly and contagious, the boy having to physically stop himself from wanting to laugh too.

he was panicking, but mark couldn’t tell if it was in a good or bad way.

❝ what does love feel like? ❞

your breath hitched as you saw the boy sneak glances at you from the corner of your eye.

the mark lee was looking at you, your heart racing as you tried to deny the fact that he was staring you down. there was no way the dude you’ve looked up to your entire trainee life is noticing you, no way at all.

everyone has heard of mark lee even if you weren’t into kpop. he was just that iconic.

you’ve been an nctzen since the very beginning, being there for nct u’s debut stage. in fact, nct was the very reason you decided to audition to become an idol in the first place. you looked up to the team but more importantly you looked up to a certain canadian in the group.

originally doyoung was your bias in nct when nct u first came out. but as the years passed by you found yourself more and more intrigued by mark, having him absolutely wreck your bias list.

since then you’ve been a loyal mark stan, even rapping his part in cherry bomb for your audition tape which ultimately led you to become an idol yourself.

you refused to believe you were in love with the dude, not knowing a single thing about him. there was no way you could love him, not if you’ve never even met the boy.

but your heart seemed to prove you wrong as it beat wildly knowing mark was sitting right there on the table next to you.

“you okay bubs?” lia asked in a worried tone, leaning in to whisper into your ear. she saw the way your leg bounced in a fast rhythm, knowing you only did that when you were nervous.

you forced a smile as you hesitantly looked her way, knowing that she could take one look into your eyes and know you were lying. “i'm fine unnie, don’t worry about me.” you replied as sweetly as you could, wishing the elder wouldn’t notice a thing.

though you two and yeji were the eldest in the group, all being born in the year 2000, you were the baby of the unnie line. lia and yeji knew you the best, having grown up with you after all.

the girl only gave you a look before taking your hand in hers to give a soft squeeze. “i know you’re lying but i won’t push you. also mark lee from nct 127 is totally checking you out.” lia said, whispering a bit on the last part. she winked as you flushed, looking away in horror.

johnny nudged the boy next to him with a small smirk, clearly seeing the heart eyes he was giving the girl in the table next to them. mark jumped a bit at the feeling, looking at his hyung with confusion.

“so y/n of itzy?” johnny said with a small smile as the younger immediately sat up straight.

“is it that obvious?” mark whispered back with a hint of fear in his eyes.

if any of the fans were to get a hold of this… the boy could only shiver at the thought.

johnny’s playful smile dropped a bit at mark’s worried look knowing how he must feel. they were idols after all.

“don’t worry, i only noticed because she was looking back at you too.” he said, mark flushing at the revelation.

“really?” he asked a little out of it.

“i say talk to her after this?” the elder said, laughing a bit when mark jumped in his seat, immediately saying no.

❝ will love come to me someday? ❞

“unnie why are you making me stay in the dressing room~” you whined as the end of the award show came along.

you just wanted to go home, your body worn out. not from all the dancing but from the way it viciously pounded in your chest whenever you ever thought about mark.

lia only smirked in retaliation as she brought a hand up to squish your cheeks. “trust me, you’ll thank me later.” she said as she walked out of the dressing room, bumping into a 6 foot tall boy with a smaller boy behind him.

“oops sorry.” she said a little playfully, as lia gave a wink to johnny knowing their plan was going accordingly. johnny only gave her a small smile, but if you looked closely you could see the mischief in his eyes.

“hyung where are we going?” mark asked, a little weirded out by the two’s interaction. johnny only ignored the boy, dragging him by his arm as they walked down the hallway.

“hyung i swear if this is a prank i’ll-” mark’s words were cut off as the two entered a door, only to see your confused face staring back at him.

“oh shit.” he cursed under his breath, a little taken aback from how beautiful you were. one whole award show later and you were still as gorgeous as when he first saw you sitting down in the table next to his.

your confused face quickly turned to an embarrassed one as you noticed the boy, turning another shade of red when you noticed he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“hi y/n, my name is johnny and this is my band mate mark.” the taller boy said, holding his hand out in a handshake.

“h-hi i’m y/n.” you stuttered, not expecting to see the boy you’ve been daydreaming about for the past two hours to be right in front of you.

mark gawked at the sight of you, his mind malfunctioning as the words seemed to get stuck at the tip of his tongue.

“markie right here has something he wants to ask you.” johnny said, pushing the younger in front of him with a grunt.

this seemed to knock him right out of his trance, a hand coming up to the back of his neck as he stared down at the floor with pink cheeks.

“do you maybe wanna-”

“yes.” you blurted out, a hand covering your mouth in shock. “i-if you were gonna ask if i wanted to hang out sometime, the answer is yes.” you said a little shyly as the boy smiled.

all this time mark thought he was gonna find love, but maybe love found him instead.

“i’ll pick you up at 6 tomorrow evening.” mark said with a sweet smile as he took a step back only to be pushed back up again by johnny.

“you don’t even have her number you dumbass.” the elder scolded, disappointed at how dumb the boy was.

your laughter caught both of the boy’s attention as you put your hand out with a small smile. “you want my number or nah?”

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xu-ren · 3 years

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A Kinder End

Genre: Fluff and angst

Pairings: Diarmuid (Fate/Zero) x reader

Wordcount: 2000+

My requests and askbox are open, so pretty please don't be shy.

Masterpost

*~*~*

“Lancer, prepare yourself! I can’t hold this spell for long.” Lancer readied himself at [Name]’s words. “God of the North wind, Boreas, God of the East wind, Eurus, God of the South wind, Notus, God of the East wind, Zephyus, Your faithful servant besieged you to lend get your strength so that she may vanquish her mighty foe!”

The wind tore her hair away from her usual bun, letting it whip freely around her. Had it been any other time, Lancer would have appreciated the sight of her unbound black tress. As it was, the wind she summoned started to clear a path to Caster. Lancer tensed up as her wind went closer and closer to Caster. ‘Come on…Just a bit more…’ Just as Lancer caught a glimpse of Caster, her spell failed and she collapsed.

“My lady…!” Luckily, he managed to catch her just before she hit the ground and lowered her down gently. Saber and Rider, who had stopped their assault on Caster when [Name] started her spell, prepared to resume their assault on Caster. Rider offered to buy them time to think of another plan to defeat Caster as [Name]’s plan had failed. Lancer didn’t hesitate to break Gáe Buidhe so that Saber could defeat Caster. His number one priority was to get [Name] to safety now that she was unconscious and vulnerable. However, he had to ensure that Caster was defeated first so he stood at the water’s edge cradling [Name] carefully as he watched Saber defeat Caster.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

Lancer laid [Name] down as gently as possible at an abandoned building. It was unfortunately the best place that he could find for now.

“Lan…cer?”

“My lady!” *Her eyes narrowed for a brief moment before they relaxed again. It was a testament to her weariness that she didn’t even bother to correct him.

“Where are we?” “An abandoned building, my lady. I apologise, it was the best…” Lancer trailed off as [Name] raised a hand to silence him. They both kept silent as [Name]’s eyes darted around, absorbing every minute detail of their surroundings.

“Diarmuid, where’s Gáe Buidhe?”

“I…broke it so that Saber could defeat Caster. I apolo…” This time, [Name] pushed herself up and placed a finger upon Lender’s lips to silence him. They stayed as they were for what seemed to be an eternity until [Name] collapsed upon Lancer’s chest. What meagre strength she had accumulated from her brief rest had been spent.

“You are apologising a lot today, aren’t you, Diarmuid?” asked [Name], her tone mildly scolding.

“I apolo-“

“You are doing it again, Diarmuid. You have no reason to apologise to me, after all, you merely did what you thought was best at that moment. Besides, we are a team, not master and servant.”

By the end of her short speech, her voice was scarcely a whisper. If not for their proximity, he would have never heard it.

“My lady…”

Suddenly, Lancer tensed up and he tightened his hold on [Name].

“Diarmuid?”

“Someone’s here.”

“Go, Diarmuid.”

“My lady…”

“Go on, I await your return.”

“Yes, my lady.”

He hated to leave [Name] alone, especially when she was so vulnerable but he couldn’t disobey her either.He wasn’t very surprised when it was Saber who met him in the courtyard of the abandoned building. At the very least, they would finally be able to finish their battle.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

She watched from her spot as the two servants fought it out. Such honourable warriors, there were no one more deserving of the title ‘Heroic Spirits. She was glad to have met them despite her reluctance to enter this war in the first place.

Suddenly, a shadow was casted upon her and she looked up to see Kiritsugu pointing a gun at her.

“Mr. Kiritsugu, how…expected,” she whispered quietly as her lips formed a small, wry smile.

He put his finger to his lips in the universal gesture of silence. She cocked her head to the side. In response, Kiritsugu hands her a scroll.

‘A Self-Geas Scroll. A magical item used by Magi to form an unbreakable contract. Binding spell… Affected Party: Emiya Kiritsugu. The Emiya family crest orders the following. The pledge is to be observed by the affected party upon fulfilment of the conditions described herein. Pledge: Kiritsugu, son of Norikata and the fifth descendant of the House of Emiya, will be forever forbidden from harming or intending to harm, [Name] [Middle Name] [Last Name]. Condition…’

After reading the scroll, she looked at Kiritsugu searchingly. She gathered the magick stored at the amulet around her neck before speaking into his mind. To his credit, he didn’t even flinch. In fact, the only outwardly respond he showed was the slight widening of his eyes.

‘I won’t do it.’

Kiritsugu responded by pulling the safety of his gun.

‘After all, it doesn’t matter, does it? You are going to kill me either way. A master without a servant can form a pact with another servant and you can ill afford that.’

For a moment, she thought that she saw a shadow of surprise pass through Kiritsugu’s face.

‘Kill me, Emiya Kiritsugu. Let me be but another life you sacrificed in your quest to save the world. However, will you listen to this girl’s final wish?’

He lowered his gun slightly and she took it as her cue to continue.

‘Ensure that my death isn’t instant.’

This time, she definitely saw the surprise on his face. She smirked. It was a highly unusual wish as most people hoped for the opposite.

‘I wish to say farewell to Lancer.’

He nodded and shot her in the aorta, ensuring that it gazed the aorta so that she would bleed out in 5 minutes.

‘Thank you.’

The gunshot rang across the abandoned building.

Lancer’s head whipped towards the direction where the gunshot came from so fast that he gave himself whip splash. He immediately abandoned his stalemate with Saber when he saw that the gunshot came from where he had left [Name].

“My lady!”

He raced towards her, hoping against hope that she wasn’t shot. His heart had never been filled with such rage as when he saw her bleeding from where he left her with Emiya Kiritsugu standing over her holding a gun. He readied his lance to slay the miscreant who dared to harm his lady.

“Diarmuid!”

Her voice was authoritative and they had been together long enough to know that she wanted him to stand down. He tore his gaze from where he was glaring at Kiritsugu to look at her. He barely registered the shocked gasps of Saber behind him.

Her right hand on her chest was stained with blood while she used her left hand to gesture for him to come to her side. He approached her while keeping Kiritsugu in his line of sight. As he got closer, Kiritsugu backed away to give them some privacy.

He dropped down on his knees next to her as she smiled at him. Her face was paler than he had ever seen and that only makes the blood on her lips stand out even more starkly. He held her gently and lowered her carefully to not aggravate her wound so that her head rested on his knees in hopes of making her more comfortable.

***His clothes changed to the daily wear that [Name] had bought for him and he made to tear it apart to make some makeshift bandages.

“Lea…ve it.”

“My lady…”

“Leave. It.”

“My lady, I can see the blood on your clothes.”

She opened her mouth to answer him but more blood merely dribbled out of the corner of her mouth. Instead, she spoke into his mind.

*‘Is that so? I will find even darker clothes next time then.’

She tilted her head to the scroll resting innocently at her side so he picked it up and read it. His eyes widened with understanding as he read it.

“My lady! You should have let me die.”

‘Do I seem like such a heartless person to you, Diarmuid? I would never even think of sacrificing another’s life for mine.’

“I don’t mean to insult you, my lady, but I have already died once.”

‘It doesn’t matter. Kiritsugu had no intentions of allowing me to live either way.’

“But…”

“My servant. By her Command Seal, [Name] [Middle Name] [Last Name] orders you, Lancer, to not take revenge upon…” she coughed, causing blood to bubble out of her mouth. “Emiya Kiritsugu or anyone else that you hold responsible for her death.”

“My lady!”

“By my Command Seal, I order you to return to the spirit world upon my death. And by my Command Seal, I order you to not form a pact with another master for the duration of the 4th Holy Grail War.”

More blood spilt from mouth and her face was bone white.

“My lady! How can you possibly expect me to do such things?”

‘You will do it, either because I commanded you or as a deathbed promise to me. And no more of that my lady nonsense, I have used up all three Command Seals and therefore am no longer your master. Call me [Name] at least once before I go, please?’

“My…[Name].”

A wide, genuine smile spread across her face and suddenly, she looked as if she was full of life despite the blood seeping out of her. Using the last of her strength, she spoke into the minds of Diarmuid and Kiritsugu respectively.

‘Don’t despair. Let’s meet again in another life, Diarmuid.’

‘The ends don’t justify the means, Emiya Kiritsugu.’

Lancer’s heart clenched as she raised her right hand to stroke his face, her eyes memorizing every feature of his face hungrily before her hand fell and her eyes closed for all eternity.

“[Name]…! [Name]…! Please…come back…!”

He rocked back and forth while holding her tightly to him, his lithe body wracked with sobs. He brushed her hair from her face and the memory of brilliant smile she had gifted him with when he called her by name only made him sob harder. If he knew how happy it would have made her, he would have called her by name more often, propriety be damned. If only he had disobeyed her and stayed with her, she would still be alive.

How could life be this cruel? She was a powerful magus with a bright future ahead of her and suddenly, it was gone. She was no more than another life lost during the Holy Grail War.

How desperately he wanted to take revenge for her death and yet her words bound her. He couldn’t bear to disappoint her, even in death.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

“My lady, why are all your clothes black?” Diarmuid was curious, never had he seen a woman who wore nothing but black.

“Black is my favourite colour. Besides, doesn’t it look good on me?” she asked as she gave a little twirl.

Black did look good on her. It emphasised the paleness of her skin and made her eyes look bigger. Her lips, painted black as well stood out starkly against her pale skin. It also made her look slender and intimidating despite her diminutive height.

“Finally, you can’t really see blood on me if I’m wearing black, right?”

“My lady!”

“Kidding… Don’t be so uptight, Diarmuid,” said [Name] while giggling.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Diarmuid.”

“Yes, my lady?”

“Stop calling me ‘my lady’. I have already said it many times but we are a team and therefore equals. Call me [Name].”

“I’m afraid that I can’t do so, my lady. It would be highly improper to call you by your name.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*

***

“Diarmuid, do you have nothing else to wear?”

“I’m afraid that this is my only outfit, my lady.”

“Well, you certainly can’t go out like that. Let’s go shopping.”

“My lady, there’s …there’s no need to trouble yourself!”

“It’s no trouble at all. Besides, I have been wanting to explore the shops here anyways. How about this? You be my bag carrier for the day and I buy you an outfit as a thank you present?”

“Al…Alright, my lady.”

(Time skip)

“So, so? What do you think?”

“You have good taste, my lady.”

“Of course.”

Lancer couldn’t help but admire his outfit that consist of a dark green shirt, black pants and black shoes paired with a black vest in the mirror.

“As a bonus, we match too,” said [Name] as she gave a twirl in her black dress with dark green embellishments.

#fate zero #fate #fate series #fgo #fgo na #fate diarmuid #lancer diarmuid #diarmuid ua duibhne #diarmuid #diarmuid x reader #fgo imagines #fate imagines

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thatgoblin · 3 years

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Zemo is Your Date to a Wedding Headcannons

(I should be editing my fic, but instead I’m writing headcanons because of 1. My lovely Daniel Bruhl dream and 2. I have a wedding to go to in July and I don’t really want to but if Zemo went with me I’d totes be there.)

While you weren’t bothered by people asking about your relationship status, you really didn’t want to subject yourself to being the one person at your friend’s wedding that didn’t have a partner or kids at your age. You’re not sure if you even want to go because you’re not that close to your friend. You leave the invitation on the table and don’t think much about it till Sam brings it up and you say you’re not going without a date to have a buffer. Even if it was just a friend, you wanted someone there that knew you now instead of over a decade ago.

You ask Sam and Bucky, both saying they’re too busy with the boat and they didn’t want to start rumors that you could be dating Captain America or Bucky Barnes. It’s almost time to respond to the invitation, but you decide to just let it go and forget it.

A week later you get a letter saying ‘Thank you for your RSVP!’ and you’re confused because you didn’t send it. You ask Sam and Bucky and they didn’t send it.

That leaves Zemo, who’s been quietly observing the whole situation.

-Firstly, he’d just smile and walk away when you questioned him.

-Secondly, he’d take you shopping for a killer outfit. Be it a suit or a dress, he will not let you pick something less than stuffing. Not to mention the accessories.

-You’re actually excited to go to the wedding now, even though you have made it clear that you’re going as friends. ‘Of course, Schatz.’

-The day of, you’re nervous because you haven’t seen some of your friends in a few years due to work. Sure you kept up on skype calls and messaging, but now it’s in person and different. Zemo keeps giving you small touches and hand squeezes to distract you.

-When the two of you arrive, it’s in a sports car that was not released in your country, which meant Zemo shipped it there specifically for the wedding.

-Instead of holding hands, you link arms, making it easier to hind your clamy hands from him.

-Everyone is excited to see you. Your friends are happy to see you after so long and of course want to know everything about Zemo. The fact that they would rather hear about him and not yourself is a bit disheartening. You had just wanted to not be alone at the wedding.

-Zemo is ever the observant man and rescues you before it gets to your friends asking about how you’re ‘just friends’. You take your seats and despite trying to hide your hands, he takes it without flinching. He strokes the back of your hand with his thumb, easing your nerves and making it so easy to lean against him.

-The wedding starts and as much as you love your friend, it was just another wedding. The connection you used to have wasn’t there anymore, but that didn’t mean you weren’t happy for them.

-At the end when everyone is filing out to go to the reception, there’s photographers taking pictures of everyone for the newly wed couple and somehow you and Zemo end up getting quite a few taken of the pair of you.

-At the reception, everyone is able to let loose and have fun as food and drink is served and the dance floor is opened up. While you were content to stay in the back at a table to eat and have a glass of wine, Zemo was not.

-It takes a bit of prodding, but he eventually gets you out on the dance floor. That’s when the real fun started.

-The songs were goofy, ones meant to be played at a high school prom in the early 2000′s, but then someone decided to put on a tango. Zemo did not let you run away, instead holding your close as he lead you through the steps.

-The whole event was supposed to be just friends, but with him pressed against you and your faces so close, it was hard not to swoon. The whole dance floor clears to make room for the two of you suddenly putting on a show.

-The dance is something Gomez and Morticia Addams would have done, spins and dips, a rose suddenly between Zemo’s teeth, even him kissing you from one hand to the other along your arms and shoulders.

-When it ends, you’re both out of breath and the room is cheering for you.

-You’re sure your friend would be upset for stealing their moment, but you don’t really care anymore.

-The songs change to slow dances, but still Zemo doesn’t let you leave the dance floor. You stay close as his hand goes to your waist as he holds the other, letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

-You find yourself actually having fun as you keep dancing, taking small breaks to get a drink or relieve yourself. Zemo reminds you that in Sokovia, weddings would go all night and into the wee hours of the morning. While he may have had the stamina, you weren’t sure if you did or not.

-The dancing at least keeps you from sitting still long enough for someone to question you and Zemo’s relationship. It’s honestly the most fun you’ve had in so long.

-You make your way to the head table where you greet your friend and their partner, making chit chat and congratulations. You don’t see it, but Zemo slips them an envelope with a check for a wedding present. If you knew how much it had been, you would have tried to stop him.

-More dancing and drinking, some of it almost ballroom grade and some of it was you trying to teach Zemo Gangnam Style.

-He really enjoys Gangnam Style.

-Near the end of the night, you’re both giggly and happy, bidding the rest of the people that were still there a good bye before leaving. Neither of you are drunk on alcohol, but drunk of happiness. It had been too long for either of you to have let loose.

-Instead of driving to the airport, you get a hotel for the night. You almost protested, but you were too tired to fight it and the though of a comfy bed was too much to say no to.

-When you get to the hotel, you almost expect separate rooms, but Zemo gets one and you’re not that bothered by it.

-You get to the room to find it’s more of a large studio apartment with an equally large bed.

-While you should feel tired, Zemo breaks out more wine and turns on the music. In the room you can take your shoes off and continue your own dance party. After all, when was the last time you had more fun?

#zemo/reader #zemo #baron zemo #zemo x you #zemo headcanons

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rawiswhore · 2 years

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Mike Awesome/That 70's Guy x Fem Reader- "That 70's Show"

One of the most popular, iconic and influential television series of the 1970's was "Three's Company", even though it came out almost near the end of the decade and arguably ran even more in the 1980's.

In the year 2000, professional wrestler Mike Awesome joined the wrestling company WCW, where they made him play That 70's Guy, someone completely obsessed with the 1970's and dresses like he came out of that decade.

At least with That 70's Guy, he no longer had a fetish for fat women.

When Mike Awesome was playing That 70's Guy, he had his own talk show known as the Lava Lamp Lounge, where sometimes he flirted with women.

During Mike's That 70's Guy run, on an episode of "WCW Thunder", after Mike announced that you're the guest on his show, you arrived and strolled up to the couch Mike was sitting on, and as you appeared in front of the camera broadcasting and filming you for this episode, you let your long hair hang down, but you had a ponytail tied sideways and on top of your head.

You were also dressed in a sleeveless, strapless tube top and short little hot pants.

The way you were dressed as well as your hairstyle was similar to how Chrissy Snow from "Three's Company" looked, and that was the look you were specifically going for.

Mike, meanwhile, was lounging on a couch where the table in front of him had lava lamps on top of it.

As you strolled to Mike in your Chrissy Snow inspired look, his eyes lit up and grew wide over seeing you in that outfit.

"Hey!" he greeted, lending his hand out for you to shake. "You look like Chrissy from 'Three's Company'!"

"I know" you mentioned, putting one of your hands out and locking it in between his hand, shaking his hand "I was trying to look like her for you, since that show was big in the 70's".

Because "Three's Company" was a television show with a lot of women being sexually objectified and leered over by men, you separated your hand away from Mike's hand and reached your hand out to the right arm on the couch, and as you moved your hand to that arm chair, you bent and leaned your torso sideways in front of Mike.

Your hand was picking fuzz on the arm chair, but really what you were doing is leaning your body forwards so Mike can stare down under your tube top.

And stare under your tube top he did, his head and neck stretching sideways where he moved his hand to the temple of his sunglasses and sliding them off, where his eyes looked down under your top and at your cleavage.

Mike didn't just look under your tube top, but his eyes studied and examined the side of your body bent sideways in front of him as well as looked at your ass and your long, smooth, hairless, feminine legs.

His head and neck swerved sideways across your body until his eyes were looking at your cameltoe and your ass, his eyes studying down your thighs as well as looking at your buttocks peeping out of your shorts and your vulva hiding under your shorts.

"Sorry" you apologized to Mike. "I was picking some fuzz off of the arm chair"

Liar.

Shouldn't Mike be the one letting you pick the nonexistent fuzz off of the arm of the couch since he (as well as professional wrestling then) sexually objectified women, not to mention "Three's Company" was a show that objectified women?

The character you play is seductive and flirtatious, a nymphomaniac, even.

You sat down next to Mike on the couch, where now your torso wasn't leaning over Mike's lap and your hand wasn't picking nonexistent fuzz from the couch's fabric.

In fact, your hand was placed on your lap.

You had a microphone in one of your hands when you appeared on Mike's show, where you placed that microphone under your mouth.

"I would've worn a negligee or even just a towel covering my naked body to your show" you said to Mike while your eyes looked at him and your mouth faintly smiled, one of your arms slung behind the back of his shoulders and your fingers stroking his hair. "A lot of women on 'Three's Company' used to wear nothing but towels and negligees"

"I know" Mike mentioned, nodding his head. "I've seen you wear nothing but those things"

"Where do you think I got the idea from?" you asked him with a smirk on his face.

Mike, meanwhile, was staring up and down your body, studying and reading you like a book, but he'd prefer the Braille edition.

"Why don't you be the Jack to my Chrissy?" you asked him in a seductive whisper, leaning and pressing your torso closer to his chest until your breasts were pressing on his chest, your fingers still stroking his hair as you asked him that. "Or the Jack to my Janet"

"Ooh, I'd love that" Mike said smoothly and warmly with a slight smirk on his face, one of his hands stroking down the side of your body.

You giggled after he said that, making you smile and your eyes squint.

Your face and Mike's face were so close to each other you could kiss each other, some people even thought you and Mike were gonna make out, but didn't.

"Y'know, Tommy Rogers was in WCW for a while" you brought up after you stopped laughing. "And he looks like John Ritter"

"Definitely" Mike agreed, nodding his head.

"It's too bad he's not in WCW anymore" you frowned, your eyes looking down while your mouth pouted. "He's not the only wrestler from the 80's who looks like John Ritter, so does Rowdy Roddy Piper"

When you said how Rowdy Roddy Piper also looks like John Ritter, your mouth stopped frowning and pouting and your eyes scrolled back up and looked into Mike's eyes.

Mike agreed with you, nodding his head.

"Although Roddy used to look more like John Ritter when he was younger" you added, "You look like Roddy Piper too!"

"I've been told that now" Mike admitted.

"I wish Tommy Rogers was still in WCW" you said. "Since WCW has so many older wrestlers, why isn't he in WCW now?"

"They want to create new stars" Mike suggested, shrugging his shoulders.

Indeed, one of the biggest criticisms WCW used to have in the 1990's was they had so many older professional wrestling legends and veterans in that company (Hulk Hogan, Macho Man Randy Savage, Ric Flair, Rowdy Roddy Piper, Ted DeBiase, Paul Orndorff/Mr. Wonderful, Mr. Perfect/Curt Hennig, etc.) and wrestlers who already made names for themselves in previous wrestling companies (those aforementioned wrestlers, Razor Ramon/Scott Hall, Kevin Nash, Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith, the Steiner Brothers, and Lex Luger).

In the 90's, people called WCW "Wheel Chair Wrestling" because it was filled with so many older wrestling icons.

"Unlike John Ritter and Rowdy Roddy Piper, Tommy Rogers still looks good" you admitted. "No offence to John and Roddy"

None taken.

"Doesn't Debra from the WWF look like Suzanne Somers?" you asked Mike.

"Is she the blond with the...puppies?" Mike asked, one of his hands motioning outwards in front of his chest to mention breasts.

"Ohhhhh yeah" you said, nodding your head and giggling.

"Yeah, she definitely looks like her" Mike agreed, nodding his head.

Because "Three's Company" sexually objectified women sometimes and professional wrestling at the time objectified women...

"Say, there's a smudge on my shoe" Mike lied. "Can you rub it out for me?"

"Which one?" you asked.

"The right one" he lied, wiggling his right foot.

You bent your head and torso down while you rubbed the nonexistant smudge off of his brown leather show, and as you did that, Mike stared at your ass as well as tried to look underneath your tube top, where you wore no bra underneath.

He stared at your cleavage under your top and looked at your ass.

"Hey, there's no smudge!" you stated.

But you know he's trying to objectify you.

You raised and straightened your head and torso up now this time.

"Since I love to flash men" you said with a smirk on your face, raising and getting yourself up from the couch and turning your body around until the back of your legs, your ass covered by your shorts and your back, your arms and the back of your head were what was shown on television. "Here's something for you"

Your hands grabbed the top of your tube top and pulled it down until you exposed your bare naked tits to him, where the camera was filming you from behind your back but not filming your torso and face and breasts and whatnot.

While you exposed your chest to Mike, his eyes had grown wide and his eyes were gazing at your tits, he bit his bottom lip and was stumbling at his words.

You, however, flashed him with a smirk on your face.

Later on in the episode, you were the valet for Mike/That 70's Guy while you strolled out in your Chrissy Snow inspired tube top and short shorts, where you flashed your opponent and pulled your tube top down to distract him.

You actually did some moments in WCW where you were a valet either wearing nothing but a towel or a negligee, and of course you flashed your breasts to your opponent while wearing those garments while you looked at your opponent with a naughty smirk on your face.

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Today we remember the passing of James Garner who Died: July 19, 2014 in Los Angeles, California

Garner was born James Scott Bumgarner on April 7, 1928 in Denver, Oklahoma (now a part of Norman, Oklahoma). His parents were Weldon Warren Bumgarner, a widower, and Mildred Scott (Meek), who died five years after his birth. His older brothers were Jack Garner (1926–2011) and Charles Bumgarner (1924-1984), a school administrator. His family was Methodist. After their mother's death, Garner and his brothers were sent to live with relatives. Garner was reunited with his family in 1934, when Weldon remarried.

Garner's father remarried several times. Garner came to hate one of his stepmothers, Wilma, who beat all three boys (especially him). He said that his stepmother also punished him by forcing him to wear a dress in public. When he was 14 years old, he fought with her, knocking her down and choking her to keep her from killing him in retaliation. She left the family and never returned. His brother Jack later commented, "She was a damn no-good woman". Garner's last stepmother was Grace, whom he said he loved and called "Mama Grace", and felt that she was more of a mother to him than anyone else had been.

After the war, Garner joined his father in Los Angeles and enrolled at Hollywood High School, where he was voted the most popular student. A high school gym teacher recommended him for a job modeling Jantzen bathing suits. It paid well ($25 an hour), but in his first interview for the Archives of American Television, he said he hated modeling; he soon quit and returned to Norman. He played football and basketball at Norman High School, and competed on the track and golf teams. However, he dropped out in his senior year. In a 1976 Good Housekeeping magazine interview, he admitted, "I was a terrible student and I never actually graduated from high school, but I got my diploma in the Army."

Shortly after his father's marriage to Wilma broke up, his father moved to Los Angeles, leaving Garner and his brothers in Norman. After working at several jobs he disliked, Garner worked as a merchant mariner in the United States Merchant Marine at age 16 near the end of World War II. He liked the work and his shipmates, but he suffered from chronic seasickness.

Garner enlisted in the California Army National Guard, serving his first 7 months in California. He then went to Korea for 14 months, as a rifleman in the 5th Regimental Combat Team during the Korean War, then part of the 24th Infantry Division. He was wounded twice, first in the face and hand by shrapnel from a mortar round, and the second time in the buttocks from friendly fire from U.S. fighter jets as he dived into a foxhole. Garner received the Purple Heart in Korea for the first wound. He qualified for a second Purple Heart (eligibility requirement: "As the result of friendly fire while actively engaging the enemy"), but he did not actually receive it until 1983, 32 years after the event.

In 1954, Paul Gregory, a friend whom Garner had met while attending Hollywood High School, persuaded Garner to take a nonspeaking role in the Broadway production of The Caine Mutiny Court-Martial, where he was able to study Henry Fonda night after night. During the week of Garner's death, TCM broadcast most of his movies, introduced by Robert Osborne, who said that Fonda's gentle, sincere persona rubbed off on Garner, greatly to Garner's benefit.

Garner subsequently moved to television commercials and eventually to television roles. In 1955, Garner was considered for the lead role in the Western series Cheyenne, but that role went to Clint Walker because the casting director could not reach Garner in time (according to Garner's autobiography). Garner wound up playing an Army officer in the 1955 Cheyenne pilot titled "Mountain Fortress." His first film appearances were in The Girl He Left Behind and Toward the Unknown in 1956.

In 1957, he had a supporting role in the TV anthology series episode on Conflict entitled "Man from 1997," portraying Maureen (Gloria Talbott)'s brother "Red"; the show stars Jacques Sernas as Johnny Vlakos and Charlie Ruggles as elderly Mr. Boyne, a librarian from 1997, and involved a 1997 Almanac that was mistakenly left in the past by Boyne and found by Johnny in a bookstore. The series' producer Roy Huggins noted in his Archive of American Television interview that he subsequently cast Garner as the lead in Maverick due to his comedic facial expressions while playing scenes in "Man from 1997" that were not originally written to be comical. He changed his last name from Bumgarner to Garner after the studio had credited him as "James Garner" without permission. He then legally changed it upon the birth of his first child, when he decided she had too many names.

Nominated for 15 Emmy Awards during his television career, Garner received the award in 1977 as Outstanding Lead Actor in a Drama Series (The Rockford Files) and in 1987 as executive producer of Promise. For his contribution to the film and television industry, Garner received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

In 1990, he was inducted into the Western Performers Hall of Fame at the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. He was also inducted into the Television Hall of Fame that same year. In February 2005, he received the Screen Actors Guild's Lifetime Achievement Award. He was also nominated for Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Supporting Role that year, for The Notebook. When Morgan Freeman won that prize for his work in Million Dollar Baby, Freeman led the audience in a sing-along of the original Maverick theme song, written by David Buttolph and Paul Francis Webster.

Garner was a strong Democratic Party supporter. From 1982, Garner gave at least $29,000 to Federal campaigns, of which over $24,000 was to Democratic Party candidates, including Dennis Kucinich (for Congress in 2002), Dick Gephardt, John Kerry, Barbara Boxer, and various Democratic committees and groups.

On August 28, 1963, Garner was one of several celebrities to join Martin Luther King Jr. in the "March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom". In his autobiography, Garner recalled sitting in the third row listening to King's "I Have a Dream" speech.

For his role in the 1985 CBS miniseries Space, the character's party affiliation was changed from Republican as in the book to reflect Garner's personal views. Garner said, "My wife would leave me if I played a Republican."

There was an effort by California Democratic party leaders, led by state Senator Herschel Rosenthal, to persuade Garner to seek the Democratic nomination for Governor of California in the 1990 election. However, future United States Senator and former San Francisco Mayor Dianne Feinstein received the nomination instead, losing to Republican Pete Wilson in the election

Garner was married to Lois Josephine Fleischman Clarke, whom he met at a party in 1956. They married 14 days later on August 17, 1956. "We went to dinner every night for 14 nights. I was just absolutely nuts about her. I spent $77 on our honeymoon, and it about broke me." According to Garner, "Marriage is like the Army; everyone complains, but you'd be surprised at the large number of people who re-enlist." His wife was Jewish.

When Garner and Clarke married, her daughter Kim from a previous marriage was seven years old and recovering from polio. Garner had one daughter with Lois: Greta "Gigi" Garner. In an interview in Good Housekeeping with Garner, his wife, and two daughters, conducted at their home, and published in March 1976, Gigi's age was given as 18 and Kim's as 27.

In 1970, Garner and his wife briefly lived separately for three months. In late 1979, Garner again separated from his wife (around the time The Rockford Files stopped filming), splitting his time between living in Canada and "a rented house in the Valley". The two resumed living together in September 1981, and remained married for the rest of his life. Garner said that the separations were not caused by marital problems, instead stating that he simply needed to spend time alone in order to recover from the stress of acting. Garner died less than a month before their 58th wedding anniversary.

Garner's knees became a chronic problem during the filming of The Rockford Files in the 1970s, with "six or seven knee operations during that time". In 2000, he underwent knee replacement surgery for both of them.

On April 22, 1988, Garner had quintuple bypass heart surgery. Though he recovered rapidly, he was advised to stop smoking. Garner quit smoking 17 years later.

Garner underwent surgery on May 11, 2008, following a severe stroke he had suffered two days earlier. His prognosis was reported to be "very positive". Garner was a private and introverted man, according to family and friends, On July 19, 2014, police and rescue personnel were summoned to Garner's Los Angeles-area home, where they found the actor dead at the age of 86. He had suffered a "massive" heart attack caused by coronary artery disease. He had been in poor health since his stroke in 2008.

Longtime friends Tom Selleck (who worked with Garner on The Rockford Files), Sally Field (who worked with Garner in Murphy's Romance) and Clint Eastwood (who guest-starred with Garner on Maverick and starred in Space Cowboys) reflected on his death. Selleck said, "Jim was a mentor to me and a friend, and I will miss him." Field said, "My heart just broke. There are few people on this planet I have adored as much as Jimmy Garner. I cherish every moment I spent with him and relive them over and over in my head. He was a diamond." Eastwood said, "Garner opened the door for people like Steve McQueen and myself."

#July 19 #2014 #R.I.P.#James Garner #Hollywood Legend #James Rockford #Rockford Files

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no body, no crime

Rating: M

Warnings: murderrrrrrr. allusions to smut. but like... murderrrrr. (Actual warnings: mentions of infidelity, light descriptions of torture, allusions to murder, vague mentions of smut)

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x Reader (no use of y/n)

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A/N: So, this story is based off the song, no body, no crime from T. Swift’s new album, evermore. I listened to it, and immediately knew it was perfect for the bastard man himself. (Also, this fic is entirely @perropascal‘s fault, if she hadn’t posted the absolutely amazing fic (fucked my way) to the top featuring the asshole himself, I would never have even thought about him, so... blame her ;)) I hope y’all like this! (I will probably write a companion piece for this with actual smut, but I wanted to stick with the lyrics of the song for this one, and it just didn’t fit in. Believe me, I tried.)

P.S. You all should check @perropascal out. she’s amazing and this story is dedicated to her beautiful self!

Please consider reblogging and leaving a comment!! I’d love to hear what you guys think!!

“He’s cheating.”

You look over at your best friend, taking in her tired eyes and her slumped shoulders, the way that she desperately grips her glass of wine with two hands. She’s not been getting enough sleep, and its beginning to take it’s toll.

“Did you catch him?”

You keep your voice soft, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself or Este. You’re at your regular table in the Olive Garden that you and Este have been going to since high school. Even though you’re in the back of the restaurant, and there aren’t any people at the nearby tables, Este looks like she’s about to break down, and you know she wouldn’t want an audience for that.

“He’s coming home with stains around his lips. He says they’re from merlot, but I don’t believe him. And there’s jewelry purchases on our joint account, but it’s not mine.”

She looks miserable, and you reach out, squeezing her hand tightly. You’d never liked Aaron, her husband. He always seemed a little off, a little too controlling and quick to anger, and your best friend deserved better dammit.

“Do you have any ideas as to who he’s with?”

Este just shook her head miserably. “It’s probably someone from his work, but I have no idea who. No body, no crime, right?” She buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking.

Pushing your chair back, you stand up and move around to hug Este, pulling her into your arms and stroking her hair. She’s trembling like a leaf, and you wish you could take her pain away.

“I’ve gotta call him out,” she mutters into your shoulder. “I refuse to be the stupid housewife who pretends she doesn’t know just to save her marriage.”

You pull back slightly, a concerned look in your eyes. “I don’t trust him, Este. Be careful, okay? I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Este nods, drying her tears. “I’ll be careful. I have to do this though. There’s no doubt in my mind, I have to call him out.”

***

The next week, you knew something was wrong. Este hadn’t answered your texts all week, and she wasn’t there at Olive Garden for your weekly dinner. She’d never missed a dinner night, not once. You called her workplace, only to find out she’d been out all week.

Near frantic, you drove to the police station, hoping that they might have information, or at the very least, you could file a missing person’s report. To your surprise, however, a report had already been filed.

When you asked who had filed it and when, the answer shocked you. Aaron had filed the missing person’s report last Tuesday.

The same Tuesday that Este had told you she was going to confront Aaron about his infidelity.

You asked if there was any chance the report’s filing date could be off, but the officer assured you that it wasn’t. A one Aaron Stover had filed a missing person’s report on his wife on Tuesday night, mere hours after you and Este had parted ways.

You left the police station, shaken to your core. Your mind was racing as you tried to come up with a reason for why Aaron would have reported Este missing so quickly after you’d last seen her. Unfortunately, you knew there was only one logical explanation. He’d reported her missing because he knew that she was going to be missing. You were driving on autopilot, and when you finally began to pay attention again, you realized where you were.

Sitting behind the wheel of your car, you were parked across the street from Aaron and Este’s house. His truck was in the driveway, and you noticed he had four brand new, shiny tires. As you were watching, another car drove up, and a gorgeous woman got out of the driver’s seat. She walked up to the front door, and walked right into the house. You frowned.

You noticed sweet old Mrs. Cratchit was gardening outside, and you quickly got out to speak with her. Mrs. Cratchit was a notorious gossip, and if anyone had seen or heard anything, she was bound to know.

“Hi, Mrs. Cratchit!” You forced a cheerful tone into your voice, despite the dread that weighed heavy in your heart. “How are you?”

She looked up from her flowerbed, grinning toothily as she saw you. “Hello sweetie! It’s been far too long! I’m doing just fine, thank you. How are you, dear?” She paused, a slight frown maring her wrinkled features. “How is Este, dear? Have you talked to her?”

Mrs. Cratchit didn’t pause for you to answer, instead plowing on. “It’s just shameful, what that husband of hers is doing. Shameful, I say! Bringing his little side piece into their home. Apparently, she’s a secretary at the same company. It’s just shameful.” She shook her head. “I even heard that the little trollop is sleeping over, if you know what I mean.” She winked at you, and you forced a strangled laugh. “Anyways, is Este doing alright?”

You opened your mouth to tell Mrs. Cratchit the truth, but the words caught in your throat. You still couldn’t believe that your best friend was missing, you didn’t want to believe it.

“Este’s fine, Mrs. Cratchit. I should probably go, though. It was good seeing you!” You forced the lie out of your mouth, giving the sweet, clueless old woman a kiss on the cheek before heading back to your car, your mind racing.

So not only was Aaron cheating on Este, he’d done something to her, and, instead of even acting concerned, he’d decided to move his mistress into your best friend’s house. Hell, his mistress was sleeping in Este’s bed!

Furious, you decided then and there that you were going to do something about it. You knew he did it, but you just couldn’t prove it, not in a court of law. So, you’d have to take matters into your own hands.

***

Planning a murder was surprisingly simple.

Your daddy made you get a boating license when you were fifteen, and he was more than willing to lend you his thirty-eight foot, 2000 Cruisers 3870 Express for a weekend on the lake.

Your aunt cleaned houses for a living, and all you had to do was ask, and she was all too willing to give you what you needed.

Este’s sister was an orderly at a small, local hospital, and it was all too easy for her to slip a tiny vial of succinylcholine into her purse one day after her shift.

And Aaron.

Poor, foolish, unsuspecting Aaron.

You’d just had to “accidentally” run into him one day after work, bat your eyes and run your hands over his chest as you invited him over for lunch. Playing the facade of a concerned well-wisher, wanting to make sure your best friend’s husband was doing alright in this horrible time, was ridiculously easy. Dress a little too low cut, heels a little too high, lips a little too red, it was easy to catch his attention.

You’re sure he thought he would be warming your bed after your “lunch” but you had other plans.

***

You heard a thump behind you, and you turned, seeing Aaron blinking blearily up at you, terror in his eyes. You left the controls of the boat, turning and yanking the duct tape off of his mouth violently. He whimpered at the sting, and you smirked.

“W–W–What are you doing?! Are you insane?! I could have you arrested for this–”

You stood up, kicking Aaron in the gut, and he groaned, curling up as best he could with his hands duct taped behind his back.

“You could,” you drawled, placing your hands on your hips as you looked down at him condescendingly. “But it’s a little hard to have me arrested when you’re dead, darling.”

His eyes widened, and he opened his mouth and began screaming. You only laughed, waiting for him to run out of air. He finally had to stop, gasping for breath, at which point you knelt back down by his face, stroking his tear-stained cheek with one finger.

“There’s one way you can get out of this alive Aaron. All you have to do is tell me one itty, bitty little thing. Think you can do that for me?”

He nodded frantically, terrified whimpers escaping from his throat as he tried to shuffle back from you, unsuccessfully.

You patted his cheek sharply. “Good boy.” Gripping his chin, you jerked his face up so he was forced to look you in the eyes. “What did you do to Este?”

At the look on Aaron’s face, you felt your heart sink. Aaron had never been good at keeping secrets, which is part of how Este had caught him cheating in the first place. The look on his face told you everything. Este was gone, and she wasn’t coming back.

You quickly schooled your features. Though you were devastated, there was no way you were letting this bastard know that. He’d murdered your best friend in cold blood, all because he couldn’t stand the fact that he’d been caught cheating, and because he knew Este would leave him destitute when she took him to court.

“Such a shame,” you tutted, voice dripping with venom. “I was really hoping you’d have a different answer for me.”

Aaron immediately began to squirm, begging, pleading with you, trying to get you to spare his life. His pathetic whimpers had no effect, and you delivered another satisfying kick to his gut before turning and grabbing the bag holding the heavy cinder blocks and the padlock and chains.

His eyes widened when he watched you pull out the chains and the cinder blocks, and you chuckled lowly.

***

The police had questioned you, of course, but Este’s sister swore up and down that you were with her, so you were quickly eliminated as a suspect in Aaron’s disappearance.

Jessica, Aaron’s mistress, wasn’t so lucky. She’d taken out a two million dollar life insurance policy on him, the stupid woman, which immediately made her the prime suspect. Apparently, she was also being looked at as a suspect in Este’s disappearance as well.

The news was making her out to be some kind of black widow, ruthlessly taking out anyone in her way to fame, glory, and riches. Honestly, they were laying it on a bit thick, but as long as they were focused on her and not you, it didn’t matter.

But the cherry on the sundae was when your firm was hired by corporate executives from the company Jessica worked for, to conduct an investigation into both her and Aaron. Apparently, Aaron had been working on a rather sensitive project for the company, and now with his disappearance and the suspicion resting on Jessica, their company wanted to make sure that none of their projects would be compromised.

Jessica was the reason your best friend was dead. You were going to make her life hell.

***

“Mr. Lord? There’s a young woman from that firm corporate hired here to see you.”

Maxwell looked up to see Cherrie standing in the doorway, and he took a moment to appreciate how her skirt made her legs look fantastic. She flushed prettily under his gaze, like always.

“Thanks, babes, send her on in.”

Max settled back into his chair, steepling his fingers as he waited for you to arrive. He’d been shocked when the bosses had told him one of his secretaries was the subject of a police investigation into the disappearance of another of his employees, Aaron.

He’d also been shocked, and more than a little angry to find out that apparently, Jessica was sleeping with Aaron. One of his employees, sleeping with his secretary? It pissed him off, and if Aaron wasn’t already missing, he’d be tempted to kill the man.

As he watched a gorgeous young woman step into his office, briefcase in hand and a smirk on her face, he felt his own smirk grow. He had a feeling things were going to get interesting.

***

You woke slowly, the faint sensation of touch ghosting across your bare back sending tingles down your spine. You smiled sleepily, sighing when a pair of lips pressed against your bare shoulder.

“Did I wake you, gorgeous?”

Rolling over, you looked at the man who lay propped up beside you, his blonde hair falling mused over his forehead. You’re both naked under the sheets, skin sweaty from the hours spent pressed into the mattress, against the wall, on the desk, and even the floor.

“I should probably be getting up anyways, Max. I’ve gotta present my findings to the board on Jessica.”

Max chuckled, his hand tracing over your bare flesh, stroking the side of your breast, the gold of his rings cool against your skin. “Ah yes, the findings that prove her guilt in a corporate espionage scheme, those findings?”

You giggled, tangling your fingers in his hair as you pulled him closer to you, your lips ghosting over his. “It’s like I told you, darling. I’m not letting up until the day she dies.”

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