#yes. i am back. and the first thing i post is this
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THE WIFE
izuku midoryia x reader
synopsis: you’ve been asked to do an interview after your husbands cute little story blew up. now it’s your turn to express your love for him
authors note: to the anon who did the ask i am SO SORRY. i posted it by accident then fucking deleted it in a panic.. don’t worry though i got the gist of it! for the people who don't know it was getting the reader's POV of how they fell in love with izuku as well. also sorry if i went a little off track. i js wanted to give reader a lil opinion and personality ☺️
you can find part one here
this was out of your comfort zone.
you sat in a plush chair across from a woman who was currently fiddling with the microphones. your husband izuku had done an interview with a popular podcast about a month ago. it wasn’t only popular because he was the number one hero. there was a charm to the episode that others couldn’t fake. the way he talked about you as if you showed him colors for the first time. everyone loved it.
now people really wanted to get into the lives of the midoryia’s, which included you. about a week ago you had gotten an offer to be on another podcast. you made sure to check out some of her work before you leaped into it.
the host's name was aiya, and she was absolutely amazing. not only were you laughing with the one episode you did listen to, but so did izuku since he was kind enough to watch with you.
"are you ready mrs. midoryia?" aiya asked going to put on the headphones. taking your own set of headphones, you placed them on as well.
"i am! plus you can just call me y/n. i really don't mind"
"thanks for letting me know," she clicked a button on her computer which started the camera up "hello everyone! it's aiya here! on this special episode we have the wonderful, and very lovely y/n midoryia in the building"
you gave a shy smile and waved to the camera "hello everyone!" you faced the aiya letting her smile ease your tensions "i just wanted to say thank you before we start. not only for inviting me on your podcast, but just being so respectful and kind as well"
aiya nodded placing both hands over her heart "you're just too kind! but girl you don't have to thank me for doing the bare minimum"
"no i really do have to. because there are a lot of other people out here that i've talked to and are not as professional and sweet like you. it's really crazy" you shook your head when you heard yourself start to get off topic "i'm sorry i don't want to control this whole interview. i think i got the rambling from my husband through the years"
both you and aiya laughed at your statement.
"don't worry about it! this is not a place where i will every cut you off from rambling, seriously. plus i want to get into some of that as well. what is your experience with the whole ‘being a wife of the number one hero’ thing? like you said before people can be unusually cruel to you for absolutely no reason"
you scoffed dramatically making aiya laugh.
"so when people ask me this in person, which has never happened ever" you made direct eye contact with the camera before turning back. this had aiya laughing more now than before "being married to izuku is great, but being married to deku can be.. iffy on my end. does that make sense?”
"yes and no"
"okay so what i mean is that being deku's wife is stressful. not only because of the major backlash that i get from the internet, tabloids, and gossip shows, but also because of my safety. the backlash is something that doesn't go away but gets easier as time goes on. for me it was easier to just laugh at how stupid they are. like one article called me fat, cool, but then another one from the same company called me pile of bones skinny" you tilted you head slapping one hand down on your thigh "now you just look fucking stupid because you can't pick one and clearly can't run a business. cause like how didn't you know that both of these articles were coming out?" you shook your head "they piss me off more than make me upset"
aiya listened carefully letting you go on with your rant.
"but when i say i love being izuku’s wife i really mean it. i love that man more than i love anyone else. i love the way he looks when he wakes up in the morning. i love the way he gets excited every time we see cows when we're driving. he is who i was meant to be with and i believe that with my whole heart. i see deku and izuku as two totally different people because i get to see it from both perspectives. i can understand how some people might not understand where i’m coming from with this and that’s okay. this is just how i’ve been able to express the way i feel about the whole situation”
“wow.. thank you so much for sharing your point of view on things. i hope this really opens the eyes to some of the haters out there”
“ugh me too” you played with the ring on your finger “i feel bad now. when this episode airs i can just imagine what he’s gonna say, ‘oh so my episode was me spewing my undying love for you and all i get is i hate my husband?’”
the two of you laughed thinking about it.
“no, but we’ve seriously talked about it before and he understands where i’m coming from. i love that he’s so understanding about everything”
“speaking of love,” aiya pulled out a piece of paper coming from her lap “we’ve got questions”
you clapped your hands together excitedly.
“oh! hit me”
“okay so of course deku did a podcast episode where he made all of us singles jealous by describing the moment he fell in love with you. so now people are wondering what was the moment you fell in love with him?”
you had been preparing for this question ever since you read the email.
“i actually fell in love with izuku pretty early in our relationship. maybe like a month in? i’ve honestly had a crush on him since year one, but we never got the chance to interact.”
it was early off in your third year when you had come down with a bad fever. the only reason you could assume the sickness took over you was because everyone had just moved back into the dorms. bringing whatever kind of diseases they wanted back.
“hi izuku”
the phone was placed on the pillow beside your head. you didn’t have enough energy to hold it up. hell, you’re surprised you even had enough energy to accept the call. everything on your body was just hot. they only thing you felt you needed was a cold compress on your forehead, but getting up just wasn’t an option at the moment.
“y/n you’re making me worried. are you sure you don’t need recovery girl?”
“i should be okay,” you stopped in the middle of your sentence to take in a long breath “plus i don’t think she could help with what i have anyway”
izuku was slipping on his training uniform as he was talking to you. he didn’t know if you could hear yourself, or if you even cared, but he could probably picture what you looked like. comforter thrown to the floor. medicine bottles scattered on your dresser and not knowing which one to choose.
“are you sure you don’t need anything?”
“i should be fine izu. just focus on- on training for the festival. bye now”
izuku had wanted to get a couple more sentences in to ease his anxiety, but you quickly hung up the phone without a second thought.
once you found yourself a semi-comfortable position you took the chance of drifting off to sleep.
the nap lasted about thirty minutes before you woke up to the feeling of a cold compress being laid onto your forehead. slowly, your eyes opened to reveal your boyfriend making sure it was in the right spot.
“izu” you mumbled going to sit up but he placed his hands on your shoulders laying you back down.
“nope, you’re resting”
he still had his training uniform on from the time you had called him.
“but you shouldn’t be here. you should be training”
the newfound coolness on your forehead felt amazing, and part of you wished he had came sooner.
“i can take a day or two off. it’s fine”
you shook your head gently.
“i don’t want you to miss it because of me”
“y/n are you me?”
“no”
“are you my teacher?”
“no, but-“
“then don’t worry about it. your health means more to me than training. i’ve been working hard for the past two years, so if i have to take a day or two off to take care of my girlfriend then i’m jumping at the opportunity”
it was right then and there you felt some of the weight lift of your shoulders. this felt like confirmation of what you had assumed you were feeling from the moment you first saw him.
you loved him.
you loved him so, so much.
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hello! so i just found out about you (better believe i'm going to be reading those cannon law recs) and i need you to answer/reply this for me in a way that doesn't sound absolutely stupid because all i came up with was "awoiaf is fetishised to hell and back with way too much institutionalised pedophilia even for medieval times"
in respect to me posting that "" i think GRRM write way too much child bride/rape/miscarriages etc than i thought was reality""
for context, this is regarding aemma arryn, a character who in book cannon has miscarriages since she's like 12/13.
feel free to disregard, thanks!
Hello! I feel like the Hostiensis of the ASOIAF universe and I'm into it, honestly. FWIW, I don't read ASOIAF/GRRM as fetishizing child marriage, but I do think that we are supposed to read the marriages of adolescent girls/young women as part of "the dark and middle ages" (tm) as imagined.
I also think (this is part of the answer, I promise) that it is a real problem that the world of ASOIAF does not have (as far as I can tell?) a legal age of majority. This is another reason we need Fantasy Canon Law, George!! I was particularly struck by this in the case of Sansa. Her adoring parents are perfectly ready to have her betrothed to a boy of approximately her own age before she hits puberty. Sansa is also not upset about contemplating marriage at this age, as a noblewoman. The women at court treat menarche as socially/legally/medically equivalent to adulthood for her. When she does eventually get married, getting married to Tyrion, who is 10+ years older than she is and also kind, intelligent, and sexually patient/experienced is clearly a much better option than the 14-year-old psychopath. This is super-legal, also. But also also, once she's out of the dress that is clearly designed for a grown woman (which she technically is! right? right George??) her husband is frankly alarmed by her youth. Make up your mind, George! Make up your mind! Is Sansa legible in court society as a woman or a girl? Clearly it is the former at least most of the time? This really, really matters, I think, to assessing the experiences and attitudes of the characters, and yet we're never given a coherent in-world answer about it (at least, not as of the first three books. Yes, I am actively mad about this.)
ANYWAY. The average age for marriage in medieval Europe was slightly higher than that in the southern United States, where I currently teach. Yes, I looked this up for the sake of comparison to make my students' jaws drop. So there's no such thing as "institutionalized pedophilia." For approximately 1% of the population, it was often desirable to have the scions of royalty/upper nobility legally married off before consummation was possible/desirable. So, for this tiny percentage of the population, again, it was not uncommon to have marriages that were unconsummated, or consummated one (1) time for legal reasons (another reason we need Fantasy Canon Law™ if this is going to matter in ASOIAF), between teenagers. One example of this would be the arranged but very loving marriage between Elizabeth of Hungary and Ludwig of Thüringen; she had lived in his parents' household from early childhood onwards, as part of their betrothal. The legal age for consent to marriage was 12 for girls and 14 for boys, and yes, that's super young by our standards, but it's also something that was only very gradually raised (the legal age for girls was raised to 16 in late Victorian England, for example,) and again, had very little effect on most people's lives in the European Middle Ages, except insofar as any marriage made without the full and free consent of both parties was invalid under canon law (the real kind.)
As the exceptional case of Margaret Beaufort makes clear, this was rare in part because of the recognized medical risks of early pregnancy and childbirth. Picking one (1) infamous case of traumatic adolescent pregnancy as a prototype ≠ being "incredibly well-read", wtf. (I know that's not your view.) I know I've done this before, but I'm going to cite a saint's life, since such stories were used to communicate moral values and reflected (to a degree, albeit shaped by narrative tropes) social realities. So. This one is from Italy, shortly after the moment when Real Canon Law codified that underage marriage was illegal. The person in need of help in this story (which you can find here) is an adolescent girl who had been married and whose marriage had been consummated. The author uses circumlocutions for this, but he is clearly both shocked and disapproving of what, implicitly, amounted to marital rape or at least irresponsible conduct. But as a result of this -- and possibly a miscarriage -- the young woman in the story was suffering medical complications, and came to a doctor who, because of the tropes of the story, referred her to a saint who was also a young woman. I love that: the implication that St. Trophimema, who had died as a victim of male violence, was posthumously helping other girls in similar situations, with the help of the nuns who managed her shrine. Anyway! the girl was healed, and may also have joined the community of women (that's unclear too; the point of the story is the healing.) This got long again, but it's another Real Medieval Example of how both legal and social realities were complicated, and how some men being abusive assholes (technical historian term) did not mean that their behavior was normative or normalized.
#fantasy canon law™#a medievalist does got#asoiaf#grrm critical#bad medievalism bingo#i will answer to fantasy hostiensis thank you
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Warning! Potential Spoilers for Stranger Things 5!
A compilation of recent tweets made by Alex and others about the mileven ‘making out in a field’ leak. Alex is insisting that this scene is separate from the sequence involving them talking on the rooftop, the scene which was leaked as a video back in January. According to 011scenes this scene happens ‘at the beginning’ aka in episode one.
The issue? Alex’s sources are people who speak to paps (which she lied about in answering a cc question; either that or she’s clueless), and who deliberately feed her inconsequential things production dgaf abiut because it distracts from the juicy shit e.g., what Mike and Will are doing. She was told ‘Robin and Will have a scene’ and that morphed into ‘Will is in his unrequited mopey Steve era, Jonathan and Robin don’t share scenes’, etc. The source said nothing about Byler being finished or about passionate makeouts.
I’m suspicious of the second anon’s claim about Finn, as Noah is straight-up went on TikTok live right before filming commenced in January to read out byler endgame and Byler kiss comments lmao. The bit about the love triangle being kept under wraps seems accurate enough - they’re openly passing out scraps of mileven to leakers to pass onto Alex, and it’s pretty clear they didn’t care about that mileven video hitting national news website in the Uk (daily mail). Byler? On lockdown. The only thing we know is the hospital stuff and that’s due to specific leakers, and even then it’s not that much. It is clearly a big question going into s5 for the GA, so it being kept tightly guarded is unsurprising.
The context of the kiss will be interesting, regardless of if it’s pro-mileven or somehow anti-. Alex indicates that it’s only them present in the field - BUT she’s also said that she outright leaves Will out of ‘leaks’ and gave the example of Max, Lucas, and Will having a scene but her only reporting Lumax having a scene, so… S4 mileven was a concerted effort to show that the characters had matured from s3, and that their fight was more serious. They only kissed once, and that briefly, and were… unaffectionate at the end of the season, to say the very least. The reversion to kissing in broad daylight, in an apocalyptic setting when El will be mostly hiding with Hopper from the military, feels a little out of character - and will certainly be jarring tonally and thematically.
Alex received this dm ^ back in February (discussed in my first leak post), which stated that hopper is annoyed by mike’s continuing presence around el. I and many others (including Alex iirc) dismissed it, as Hopper and Mike are on good terms at the end of s4. If Mike and El are still doing reckless things in s4, and if the old pattern of isolating El from others just to kiss re-emerges, though… The veracity of this is very shaky: the time skip occurs gradually over episode one, not in between episodes 1 and 2.
It’s important to note that many leaks are undoubtedly missing context. Just today, Alex brought up how she was right about Mike ignoring Will at the airport, about their fight, and about the airport kiss. Yes, she was, but she lacked the tonal subtext of the scene itself, which portrayed Mike’s behaviour as inexplicably phony - and of course, she lacked the lynchpin of this plot, which is that Will is in romantic love with Mike. She completely missed that, and it meant she missed every important aspect of this plotline.
Byrhop, a highly reliable st acc who’s closely following filming, was able to ascertain that Vickie is at the farm.
Lastly, I want to go over everything I know to try and map a trajectory. The Byers are living in the radio station before it’s overrun by military and they flee to the Turnbow farm - I personally am not sure of when exactly this occurs. There is a leaked hospital file showing that Karen Wheeler is attacked by a demogorgan. The file is dated as 1/1987 but it could be a prop error, as I’ve seen claims that she’s attacked when Holly is taken..
As we know, according to the leaked episode 2 title, Holly Wheeler goes missing. This likely occurs at the end of episode one, but the chronology is unclear. Karen being attacked could happen here, and I’ve seen claims that it happens in episode 2. Mike and El kiss in episode one, and as I’ve said this has been overblown greatly by Alex. The chronology of this is also unclear. At some point in episode one, Mike and Dustin are at the high school and interact with the jocks. Mike is wearing the same outfit he wears on the rooftop - dark trousers, blue and black shirt with a yellow collar, etc. As this is what he wore in the official pic released by Ross of him in his room, I am speculating that this is the first outfit he wears in the story proper, after the last time jump to November 1987, and that he may wear it throughout episode 2 as well
In episode 2, Mike, Nancy, and Karen have a plotline at the hospital. From official BTS pics, we know Robin and Vickie are there as well. The above anon does not mention Mike being injured, and its description of Karen’s mindset does not tally either with her having being attacked by a demogorgan prior or with Holly being abducted. It’s likely that they have partially but not totally accurate information; or else it’s a point in favour of Holly being taken and Karen being attacked after this happens, at the end of episode 2. I have confirmation that Mike is injured in episode 2, as are several other people - I discussed this in a post a few days ago - please discount the forehead kiss anon section of that post. This was confirmed by an extra who played a nurse on the scheme and by a different source later. The second source confirms that Will shows up last, and is crying and blaming himself for what happened. - I also have confirmation that El doesn’t show up to the hospital at all. The nurse extra also confirmed that Mike and Will ‘share scenes’ although he was not present for those so can’t speak as to what happened in them - I don’t have an image of that text so didn’t include it yesterday.
The forehead kiss anon is definitely not real (check @will80sbyers) but the rest seems to be.
Lastly, Atlanta-filming insinuates that the m*leven rooftop scene occurs after the hospital subplot. It’s unknown how they came to this conclusion.
To summarise: m*leven kiss in episode one, potentially during one of the staggered time jumps (my speculation) and the short rooftop conversation between them likely in either episode one or two immediately before something involving Hopper and Joyce occurs down in the field that alarms El. I’ve seen conflicting into on when Holly is abducted - either episode one or episode two. In episode 2 Mike, Karen, and Nancy go to the hospital for plot reasons. If this occurs after Holly goes missing, it is likely to be related to that. I am speculating that Holly vanishing, whenever it happens, accelerates the byler plotline, as Mike will more-than-likely seek out Will for advice, reassurance, information. In episode 2, Mike gets injured somehow at the hospital, along with several other people in a small-scale mass-casualty event, and ends up being admitted to the hospital. As I’ve said, it seems to be rock-solid that Will arrives and is crying and blaming himself for what happened, and Will stays with him but El is nowhere to be found in this plotline. We know from BTS pics that Robin and vickie are also there, and I’ve seen claims that Jonathan shows up to be with Nancy, but have no proof or knowledge of the providence of such claims, so… take that for what it is. It is pretty certain, as far as I know, that El is not there.
One possibility is that Will is possessed at least temporarily in 501-2. Perhaps there’s another superspy, ‘it’s a trap’ situation? Will Byers would never be reckless with the safety of Mike Wheeler or his family… but I bet Vecna and the mindflayer are just itching to attack the one salvation standing between them and Will. Something to muse on.
The timing of the rooftop scene is very important. El not showing up at the hospital is unlikely to happen after it. The scene is very clearly about affirming their relationship- whether as lovers or as friends. It’s likely that she’s distracted by Max, who is her main plot, but this is a narrative. El not being present for Mike, while Will is there and crying and staying by his side? That is telling of a potential rift that opens up in their relationship between episode one and two. There is a pattern of problems arising in their relationship in episode twos. In s2 El reached out to Mike during his call but he walked away while an ominous stinger played. In s3 they broke up at the end of episode 2. In s4 they had their disastrous roller rink date.
A few days ago, I gif’d the rooftop scene, and speculated that they’re discussing being friends, and that El apologises for not being there and Mike says ‘No. You should have been.’ before basically saying that he’s okay because Will was and “you’re all friends to me.” The ending of s4, to me, potentially marks a shift in Mike’s attitude to El, as much as it does for hers to him. In the hospital she seeks him out by resting a head on his shoulder, and she did speak briefly with him prior about Brenner, but he offers her no comfort beyond a stiff arm around her. When they arrive at the cabin, he walks in with the other boys instead of staying with her - as shes’s clearly very nervous and emotional about reentering the cabin. Finally, as we have all observed, she directs an almost angry look at Will and Mike before stomping into her room and slamming the door - a parallel to s3 after the phone call with Mike where she knew he was lying. When it pans back to Mike, and Will asks if they’ve talked? He rolls his eyes. Unlike in 403, he does not seek her out and push through her self-isolation. He leaves her be. This, coming from Mike the Paladin, suggests that he’s kind of done with trying.
El’s attitude has been convincingly dismissed by M*levens as simple grief over Max causing her to retreat as she always does. It is bizarre, however, that the monologue did nothing at all to make her feel she could rely on Mike, and much more so that he’s very apathetic.
I posit that they might, maybe, fall into old habits of passivity and inertia and string the relationship along over the time jump. Perhaps the kiss is from one of the interim jumps between March 1986 and November 1987? I could see El having too much on her plate to really address it, and feeling that she doesn’t want to push him away - after all, he did give the big damn speech. The kiss could be a parallel to Boyce and Stancy. If that Hopper leak is accurate (doubtful), perhaps they fall back into habits of clinginess and immaturity while still being deeply unhappy. Nurse extra stated that Mike is no longer trying to be normal, and that he’s discovering himself, being himself again, and being the support he once was - the wording rather implies that it means being the support to Will.
Of course, I could be wrong, and it could be that they’re doing very well, and that the kiss is indeed as happy and loving as Alex paints it out to be… but I am skeptical bc of the hospital, and because of El the brave protector not rushing to her boyfriend’s side. It’s simply too early to say. If my musing on whether Will was possessed and effectively set Mike up (against his will ofc) is correct, and if my lip-reading is correct, Mike speaking affectionately of Will here could be due to the fact that he’s intimately witnessed Will being possessed, and he knows Will would never do something like that on purpose.
Finally, definitely worth noting that there have been no signs of any NPC love interests. Will’s storylines are being protected well from leakers, so people could be missing something, but there has been no indication of it. What we are getting, though, is a focus on Will’s love of Mike, and his selfless devotion.
All of this is incredibly shaky, and I’m interested to hear your guys’ opinions on alternate sequences of events. Whatever the truth, clearly m*leven is inconsequential to the production, as it’s being deliberately leaked to distract from the real juicy stuff.
Oh, and I just want to wrap up by mentioning this bit of idiocy. Someone in Alex’s inbox sincerely thought that the production actually kills fields they want to look dead-looking, rather than editing it. And Alex agreed.
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It was the first real day out on the lake for the summer with all the boys and a few of the girlfriends including y/n. The sun was high and so was the energy so much so that she had forgotten to re-apply sunscreen leaving her as red as a tomato after her post-lake shower.
Getting sunburnt was never really a problem for her because of her skin type her mother was Caucasian and her father was Micronesian so she was fairly tan most of the year and would turn 3 shades darker in the summer; so sunscreen was never her main priority when having fun on the boat even though she would usually tell her boyfriend to re-apply every chance she got. Today it had just slipped her mind.
And she was left to deal with the consequences looking in the mirror and frowning at what she saw; making quick work to get the aloe vera and applying head to toe or at least what she could reach.
“ LUKE” she yelled out to her boyfriend sitting on the bed “Can you help me real quick?” Luke walked in and before he could agree “What the fuck baby that is bad.” he said looking at her back “I know I need help” she wines “Can you put some of this on my back please” handing him the bottle of aloe.
“This is why you need to put on sunscreen my love this is going to take like a week to heal,” he said in a voice of pity and y/n just frowned at him in the mirror. After thoroughly applying letting it dry and then applying it again.
“There is no way I am going to be able to wear a bra” she said as she pulled a shirt over her head trying to be as careful as possible. “ maybe it's not so bad you got burnt after all,” Luke said with a smirk causing y/n to hit him with her towel “ that is not nice Luke,” she said with a pout “I'm sorry baby I was joking,” he said pulling her to his chest “ we need to get some food in you and some water you will feel better then hmm?” she shook her head yes but didn't pull away just yet.
Down in the kitchen, Luke started preparing a plate for her full of the chicken Jack had just grilled on the new grill he got for his birthday now that he had learned how to cook and all the other sides. Before setting it down in front of y/n “thank you lukey you are very sweet” Leaning up for a kiss he gladly reciprocated “You are very welcome baby”
It wasn't until the next morning that the whole no-bra thing started messing with his head. Y/n was feeling much better and was in the bathroom brushing her teeth when Luke walked in greeting her with a lopsided smile “Good morning baby” “Good morning handsome” she said before rinsing her mouth.
Luke was about to grab his toothbrush before something In the mirror caught his attention; his girlfriend's perfect boobs staring right at him as she started her skincare. Good God that was a direction he thought before continuing his morning routine.
Not even 30 minutes later did it happen again this time in the middle of the conversation he was having with her about breakfast “Lu are you listening” she asked “I-um yeah I'm listening” That was a lie.
And again about an hour later when they had made their way out to the hammock they sat in every day at least once. When she had laid down on his chest and he could feel her boob press to his chest in a way they couldn't when she had a bra on; causing a groan to slip out of his throat.
“Sorry Lu I didn't mean to hurt you” y/n said trying to sit up but before she could Luke pulled her down to where she was “It's not that it's these,” he said slipping a hand up into her shirt, and giving her a hard squeeze “ oh” she moans slightly “ my boobs are the problem?” “ they might be if we don't do something about it right now,” he said voice low even though they were the only ones outside “Well we aren't doing anything about it out here that is for sure.”
And I will leave the rest for y'all to imagine <3
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Mrs. Officer
I made this for my best friend and had nowhere else to post this so sorry if it's shitty the last time I wrote fan fiction was in 2012 about One Direction (I also don't know how to add the cool pics yall do)
**Hardly proof read**
“I make her wear nothing but handcuffs & heels and I beat it like a cop”
y/n’s POV
It’s been five months since Nate ended things with me and by this point I thought I would be healed from everything he put me through but I still find myself missing parts of him. I miss the status it gave me, I miss the chaos, I miss the holidays back in Boston and being surrounded by his family and friends. Well, except Chris, I do not miss Chris. Chris has been in Nate’s life since they were small and was always around throughout our two year relationship - I tried so hard to gain a connection with my ex's best friend but no matter what Chris was standoffish and cold. We all go to the same small university in Pennsylvania and my sorority and their fraternity always have events together so keeping away from them has been challenging. Lately I have been mostly keeping to myself and trying to stay away from any mixers or events because I can not face them and honestly it’s not even Nate who gets under my skin the most it’s Chris. When he sees me around campus he acts like he has never met me or rolls his eyes at me or makes some snide comment about what I am wearing. I am sure Nate has told him that I do not care for him but he is the one who was a dick to me first and at this point he needs to grow up. Tonight is Halloween and I have decided I am finally going out tonight. I am known as the party girl in my sorority and my absence has not gone unnoticed and I can not give Chris Sturniolo the satisfaction of thinking he is controlling me and I will make sure to wear a costume that will really piss Chris off.
Chris’ POV
“Do you think y/n is coming tonight?” I asked while mindlessly scrolling on my phone.
“For the tenth time Chris I have no fucking clue if she is coming tonight. Why do you keep asking me? If you care so much, text her” Nate rants.
“Assuming I care about that bitch is really bold kid” I mutter, still not looking up from my phone.
“I mean you were the one who was interested first until I slid in and stole her from you” Nate teases.
“That was almost two years ago” I roll my eyes. ”I am just happy you are the one who got stuck with her” I smirk at Nate.
I can't grasp what exactly makes me tick about y/n. Was it the fact Nate purposefully went after her once I showed interest? Was it the slutty outfits she paraded around on campus? Her smart mouth? I can’t figure it out but all I knew was she drove me crazy and made my dick twitch.
“Let’s get ready for the party, people will probably start getting here soon” Nate says, startling me out of my train of thought.
“Yeah, okay” I nod, getting up from the couch.
y/n’s POV
“Are you sure this looks okay?” I say while staring at the full length mirror looking at myself in every angle possible. It’s not that I’m not confident I just want my comeback to be memorable. I decided on being a sexy cop wearing a crop top, a badge, short shorts, a hat and functional handcuffs.
“Yes y/n you are slaying! Nate is going to be so pissed.” Madi beams back at me in the mirror. I shake my head and stifle a smile. As much as I don’t want to see him it would be fun to remind him of what he had.
“I don’t want this night to be about him” I say, turning to Madi, looking into her eyes. Madi is dressed as the corpse bride. “I am honestly going to do my best to steer clear from him and his douchebag of a friend.”
“No no I agree, you just look really good” she squeezes my hand. " I wish Chris wasn’t such a douche, I mean he is pretty hot.” Madi giggles.
“I would never.”
As we start nearing the Fraternity house my nerves start getting the best of me and my stomach starts to turn. I slow down walking, trying to catch my breath and Madi notices.
“Y/n I love you but I am not letting you talk your way out of this one. You can not let them control your life. After a couple of drinks I am sure that you will relax and this house will be packed. You might not even see them.” Madi assured me. I nod my head, run my hands over my face and let out a deep breath.
“Okay..fuck..okay let’s go” I say while grabbing her hand and we take off towards the house.
Chris’ POV
The music is so loud and my head is swimming..I think I may have pre gamed too hard. My nerves are shot at the thought I may see y/n tonight after what feels like months without properly seeing her. She hasn’t been around much and I would know because I scope out every event looking for her but I know Halloween is her favorite. She would always make Nate carve pumpkins and bring her to haunted houses. He complained to me the whole time but I would have done anything to be in position. To watch how scared she would get and hold her and make her feel safe. No matter how hard I tried I was always a dick to her while she dated my best friend..I was just so fucking jealous and couldn’t stand the way he treated her and she just let him. Fuck, I need to get some fresh air. I start making my way out the house when some girl I am pretty sure I hooked up with last semester stops me.
“Oh my god are you supposed to be Steve Harrington from Stranger Things?” she slurs.
“Yeah and I am guessing you’re supposed to be Eleven?” I ask flatly.
“How did you know?! Yes! Can we please take a picture together?” she smiles.
“Yeah whatever” I put my sunglasses up on my head and bring my bat up.
“Thaaaannkk you Chrisss” she says hardly being able to stand. I just nod and try to find the nearest exit of the house. I step out onto the porch and close my eyes. Maybe y/n won’t come tonight.
“Madi please stop walking so fast these shoes are not meant to do fucking track and field” I hear y/n yell and my eyes fly open.
“Sooorrry y/n” I hear Madi sing while skipping.
Before I can retreat back into the house, y/n spots me. Madi grabs her hand and they start making their way up the stairs to the front door.
“Chrisropher” Madi snaps.
“Madi” I snap back.
Y/n walks past me without looking in my direction. Of course she would be wearing some slutty costume. I absent-mindedly adjust myself before saying “Come y/n it’s been so long, haven’t you missed me? No hello?” I smirk.
“Fuck you Chris” y/n spits.
y/n’s POV
“Okay I hate to laugh but the fact that Chris was the first person we saw is kind of crazy” Madi laughs once we enter the packed living room. I laugh and roll my eyes.
“I definitely need a drink after that, do you want one Madi?”
“Yes please”
I walk towards the keg and wait in line. I’m actually not as shaken up as I thought I would be after seeing Chris. I will just never understand his issue with me but I am not letting myself ruminate on it. I fill Madi and I’s cups up and as I turn around I can feel the liquid spill down the front of me.
“Oh shit sorry…wait y/n! A little birdy told me you were here I guess I didn’t believe them” Nate says.
“Hello Nate. Yeah I’m here and now my costume is ruined thanks to you.” I grumble as I grab napkins to wipe myself off.
“How are you?” Nate slurs. “I am sorry for all the like shit I put you through y/n really I am” he pouts while putting his hand over his heart.
“All the shit? Do you mean cheating on me for two years with multiple girls? You mean humiliating me in front of everyone? Is that the ‘shit’ you are referring to?” I snarl.
“You know Chris always told me that you were just some dumb girl and I really should have listened to him. You can't even take a sincere apology from the man who made you who you are.” Nate boasts.
“Made me who I am?” I laugh. “Nate you are a president of a Fraternity get the fuck over yourself my god.” I yell. I make my way back to Madi with two half filled cups.
“Umm..what happened to you?” Madi asks, scanning my face while grabbing her cup.
“I don’t even know it’s so packed in here. I just kept getting bumped into! I am going to go to the bathroom and clean myself up!.” I can’t let Madi know what happened between Nate and I. I don’t want to ruin her night but I just need to have a little bit of alone time.
“I can come with you if you want! Maybe help you with your costume?” Madi offers.
“I’m okay, thank you” I offer her a smile.
“Keep your phone with you y/n, I mean it” she says sternly. I salute her and she rolls her eyes.
Chris’ POV
“Wait you spilled a drink on y/n? Purposefully?” I ask Nate while standing in the kitchen.
“Not purposefully but whatever she deserved it” Nate states. “You should’ve seen the look on her face once she realized it was me.” Nate laughs.
“You do realize that you are the one that cheated on her and made her life a living hell?” I ask, feeling my face get hot.
“What? Now you suddenly care about y/n’s feelings? Didn’t seem like you cared too much when you were trying to convince me to break up with her for two years” Nate responds while putting his hand to his chin while pretending to think hard. “But you know I could always tell you wanted her” he wags his finger at me. “You wanted to feel her mouth around you didn’t you? You wanted to hear her moaning your name, right?” Nate taunts.
“You better fucking watch it kid” I say while shoving Nate.
“Okay enough let’s break it up” some random guy yells while getting in between Nate and I. I decided to head to the bathroom to try to cool off. I don’t know why I have been such a prick to y/n when Nate is obviously the issue. Great, no line to the bathroom. I try the door and it's locked. Of course. I knock loudly on the door.
“Yo, is anyone there?” No response. “Hello? Come on bro I have to go” I yell over the loud music. I put my ear to the door and I can hear the water running and sniffing.
y/n’s POV
I feel like such an idiot while I stand in front of the mirror trying to desperately get this sticky beer off of me and fix my makeup. Why am I even crying? This is such a pathetic state to be in at a party.
“Yo, is anyone there?” someone yells. “Hello? Come on bro I have to go.”
I freeze. It’s Chris. Of course it’s Chris, why wouldn’t it be Chris? Please god get me out of here. The excessive knocking is making my head hurt.
“WHAT?” I yell throwing the door open to be met with a startled Chris.
“Were you crying in there? Chris asked with his eyebrow slightly raised.
“Nothing gets past you huh?” I say while trying to get past him.
“Oh no you are going nowhere” he says while pushing me back in the bathroom and locking the door behind him.
“What is your fucking issue with me Chris?” I snap.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about y/n '' he starts.
“Spare me the bullshit you haven’t liked me since the day we met and I haven’t done anything to you!”
“Haven’t liked you that's rich” Chris mocks. “Haven’t liked you y/n? You have been all I thought about for two fucking years but you chose Nate.”
“What? What are you talking about?” I ask wondering if I heard him right. Chris sits on the side of the bathtub and puts his face in his hands. Chris sighs.
“I don’t know what I am saying” he mumbles through his hands.
“I mean you can start off with a sorry perhaps” I say while prying his hands away from his face. He looks up at me and smiles and rolls his eyes.
“I am sorry y/n I really am. I don’t know why I have treated you the way I have for so long. I think I may have been jealous of you know like your relationship or whatever” Chris confesses.
“What? Did you think I was trying to get in between you and Nate? I never wanted that” I say while putting my hands up defensively. Chris giggles.
“You really are dense, aren’t you?” he stands up towering over me. “I wanted you y/n..just you” he stares down at me. I feel like I am being pranked, is there a camera in this bathroom? Is Nate outside listening?
“Don’t fuck with me Chris” I whisper and shove his chest. “This isn’t funny at all. You act like you don’t even know me anymore. It’s been five months and this is the first time we’ve held a conversation and you want me to trust you? I can’t.” I say holding back tears. I have felt so alone after the breakup and I can’t handle being taunted.
“No I get that” he says while tucking a hair behind my ear “I have been really shitty towards you and I guess if I was you I wouldn’t trust me either but I am serious “ he tips my chin up forcing me to look into his eyes “I have wanted you for so long, Ma” he licks his lips. I involuntarily squeeze my thighs together looking for any type of friction.
“Chris” I whisper.
“And that fucking outfit jesus christ y/n” he smirks down at me. “Turn around for me baby..bend down in front of the sink” he whispers in my ear. I’m fucked. I turn around slowly and see my flushed face in the mirror and bend down. Chris tuts.
“No, don’t get all shy on me y/n. I have heard you in Nate’s dorm. Look in the mirror.” Chris demands.
Chris’ POV
I look in the mirror and see y/n’s flushed face. I can tell she’s breathing heavily with the way her breath is fogging up the mirror. I press my clothed hard on against her and she bucks her hips back. “You’re such a needy girl aren’t you? I have been waiting for this for so long Ma you have no idea. We are going to take our time. Can you be a good girl for daddy?” Y/n nods her head. “Words baby”
“I’m going to be a good girl Chris” Y/n says breathlessly. I back away from her and she whimpers. My hand meets her ass with a loud crack which makes her jolt. “Who are you going to be a good girl for?” I tease.
“A good girl for you daddy..always a good girl for you” she whimpers. I can tell she’s embarrassed with the way she keeps trying to hide her face.
“And I want you to watch y/n I want you to watch yourself while I touch you okay? I want you to see all the pretty faces you make” I lean over and whisper in her ear. She nods again. “Words y/n. I’m not going to tell you again.”
“Yes daddy,” she moans.
“Pull your shorts down.” I watch as she pulls her shorts down as I palm myself through my jeans. No underwear. I lock eyes with her in the mirror. “No underwear y/n? You’re such a slut huh? Look at you clenching around nothing” I tut. “I bet you wanted me to find you like this with your shorts off bent over the sink with your pussy soaked” I laugh.
“Please” she whines.
“Please what baby?” I taunt.
“Please daddy please touch me I need you so bad”
y/n’s POV
I never would have thought I would be begging Chris Sturniolo to touch me but here I am bent over a sink with my pussy on full display for him. I have never experienced anything like this before. Sure Nate and I had sex but never like this and I’m almost scared I won’t be able to take it. Chris gets on his knees and starts kissing up the back of the thighs and I can feel myself dripping down my legs.
“God look at you Ma, you look so pretty” Chris says and while wiping up my slick and putting his fingers in his mouth letting out a satisfied moan. I clench begging for something, anything at this point. “And look at how you respond to me, you're such a good girl.” Chris spreads my legs and buries his face in my pussy and focuses on my clit.
“Fuuck Chr…Daddy.” I moan out. He swirls his tongue around my entrance before plunging it fully in making my buck my hips against his face. “S-Sorry Daddy I didn’t mean to move.” I plead.
“No baby it’s okay I want you to fuck my face like the little slut you are” Chris says while grabbing my ass. I start fucking myself against his tongue and I can feel my legs start to shake.
“I’m close..I’m so close” I pant and Chris snakes his arm through my legs and starts drawing lazy circles around my clit. “Yes please just like that…nghhh..fuck fuck I am going to cum” I scream out and I see stars while I ride out my orgasm all over Chris’ face.
Chris’ POV
Y/n turns her head to face me and giggles.
“What?” I smirk.
“You still have all of your clothes on” she laughs. I stand up and she turns to face me and grabs the back of my neck. Our lips smash together and I let out and moan as she bites my lip and runs her hands through my hair. She grabs my sunglasses off of the top of my head and places them on her eyes, breaking the kiss.
“Against the wall Daddy” she barks at me trying not to laugh.
“Oh are you giving orders now?” I smirk. I can feel a wet spot sticking to the tip of my cock.
“Well I am the cop you know? So..against the wall” she stands on her toes and whispers in my ear. I back up against the wall and watch her unbuckle my belt.
“Shirt off” I whisper while taking her police hat off her head and running my hands through her hair. She surprisingly listens, taking her shirt off. “Bra too” I say. I watch in awe as her tits bounce. “Fuck y/n. You are stunning.” She pulls my boxers down and my cock springs out hitting her face. I hiss at the cool air.
“You’re so big daddy” she looks up at me through my sunglasses. I just nod and lick my lips. I don’t know how long I am going to last if she keeps looking at me like that. She kitten licks the tip of my cock and I can’t help but buck my hips forward burying my cock in her throat. She hums around my cock making me throw my head back.
“You’re taking me so well fuck. I want you to get yourself ready for me okay baby? Stretch yourself out for daddy” I instruct her while I watch her finger her pussy. I grab her hair fucking her throat and watch her gag and spit on my cock. She grabs my balls and gives them a firm a squeeze. “Fuck yeah Ma, just like that. You going to swallow all of me y/n?” I moan out. She nods and looks up at me through her wet eyelashes. My hips stutter as I squeeze my eyes shut and cum down her throat.
y/n’s POV
I make sure to lap any cum with my tongue as Chris winces at the sensitivity.
“You are fucking unreal y/n” Chris laughs.
“Oh I know” I wink back at him.
“Are those handcuffs real?” Chris nods at the handcuffs left on the top of the toilet already getting hard again.
“Yeah” I smile shyly back at chris. “They’re real”
“Stand up, turn around and hands behind your back” Chris demands and I do as I’m told. I know he had me stretch myself out but I can’t help being a little nervous considering he is way larger than Nate. Chris walks over, grabs the handcuffs and cuffs my hands behind my back.
“Bend”
I bend over the sink and glance up at Chris who is just staring at me.
“What?” I ask nervously looking at his reflection in the mirror.
“You just look so good I can’t even believe my eyes bro” Chris says dumbfounded.
“Calling me bro right now is crazy” I say rolling my eyes.
“Right..sorry officer” Chris winks at me and lines up with my entrance and grabbing my hips. He slids into me slowly without breaking eye contact. He is so fucking huge.
“Jesus y/n your pussy was fucking made for me” Chris moans and bottoms out. I can feel him in my stomach. “You tell me when to move baby…you’re taking me so well, such a good girl for me” he soothes me while rubbing my back.
“S..slow please move slow.” I whine out. Chris starts moving slowly and I rock my hips back starting fuck myself back on his cock.
“Yeah baby, you're doing so good. You look so pretty fucking yourself on my cock for me. Can I go faster?” Chris breathes out.
“Please daddy” I moan. Chris wastes no time and starts to pound into my pussy.
“Deep breaths baby you can take me, fuck you’re so wet” Chris mumbles and lifts my leg up until my knee is on the sink. “Fucking look at you Ma so fucking good for me” he pants. I just nod my head. “Have I fucked you dumb baby? Too tired to talk to your daddy?” Chris laughs.
“Gonna cum” I mumble out, hardly able to talk.
“Go ahead baby cum all over my cock make a mess all over me y/n” Chris grunts. I scream out cumming all over him while babbling. Chris continues to pound into me.
“Dad..dy too sensitive” I whimper.
“I know baby I’m almost there, so good for me” Chris huffs out. “Can I cum in you baby?” he questions.
“Please daddy please come in me” I beg.
“Yeah want me to fuck my baby into you? Want everyone to know you’re mine you dirty slut” Chris’ hips stutter filling me with his hot cum. We both hiss while he pulls out of me.
“Here let me get those cuffs off of you, do your arms hurt?” he says, looking concerned.
“Just a little but I’m okay though” I smile at him. Chris helps me clean myself up and presses a kiss to my forehead.
“I really hope this isn’t it. I’d really like to hang out more, you know? I have a lot to make up to you” Chris says.
“I don’t think this will be the last time Chris but I really have to go find Madi” I laugh.
“She’s going to kill you” he says while shaking his head.
“I know I have 40 missed calls”
#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo#sturniolo#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo smut#sturniolo fanfic#smut#nick sturniolo#matt sturniolo
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I know stan culture is a huge part of fandom and while yes, sometimes I find it annoying it doesn’t really hurt anyone, so I find it okay.
That said I need words with Percy Jackson and Tim Drake stans, because I am sick and tired 😭😭.
I was scrolling through the Will Solace tag because he is my baby and I will defend him for life and obviously as consequence I see a lot of artwork about the battle of Manhattan and all the angst that comes along with it.
I don’t usually see people blaming Percy for Michael’s death which is fine cause it absolutely wasn’t Percy’s fault, even if I personally don’t believe a 12 year old would be mature enough to see it that way.
Still, I saw a post talking about how sad it was that Will got dragged away to heal Annabeth and couldn’t help the Apollo Cabin search for his bother. It was mostly going into detail about how he might feel responsible for not being there when most of his siblings died.
And I thought wow, that’s really angsty and then I went to the comments and the first thing I saw was a Percy Jackson fan saying it’s not Percy’s fault and Will should get over it because it’s war and shit happens.
Like hello? That is a 12 year old??? No one’s saying it was Percy’s fault, but how the hell do you expect a literal 12 year old to get over his brothers death seconds after it happened?!?!
And again in Dc comics.
This happens way too often, but specially in that one scene where Damian finds out Tim has him on like this hit list-contingency plan thing and obviously he gets upset, because he sees it as Tim still punishing him over something he is trying really hard to redeem himself for.
And then I look at the comments and someone’s going.
Well Damian shouldn’t be upset, his actions have consequences and he was the one that broke into Tim’s computer. He shouldn’t get mad.
He’s 10???? Have you met children? Have you met a 10 year old?? They call you names and bully you but the moment you turn it back on them they start crying. Why? Cause they’re 10!
I don’t understand the disconnect some people have when trying to understand children. Like hasn’t everybody been a child? They aren’t mature enough to handle big emotions and nuanced situations cause they don’t have a frontal lobe yet.
I really don’t understand how anyone can get mad at the child character for not being ‘mature enough’ to handle a situation and it drives me insane.
#percy jackson#batfam#damian wayne#apollo#pjo#dc#will solace#tim drake#a bit of a rant#anti stans#these are children? please
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Caught in Honey
Am I feral over these men? Yes. Feral enough to write a fic in the most disgusting PoV? Also yes. Here are the warnings; more to come as I add chapters. Basically, the premise is you and John are together, you used to be with Simon, but you don't know Simon is one of John's subordinates. Filth and fun ensue.
The keys jangle deafeningly in your lock, hurting the ears that had been subject to the endless pitiful howls of a golden retriever who’d been spayed today. That on top of the grimy sensation on your hands from your last three appointments of the day being crusty, old, white dogs with crocodile tear stains. Despite your exhaustion as you tumble through your doorway, you notice your elderly cat is not in his typical post on the keys table by the front door. Notice that something in your renovated penthouse apartment is… off.
Slipping off your shoes, you quietly pull out the flashlight taser your boyfriend had gifted you a mere month after you started dating. When you protested, you live in the suburbs for goodness’ sake, he’d replied in that deliciously gravely accent of his, It’s this or I assign a military escort when I’m away, love. So, you’d taken it, rolling your eyes because you knew you’d never be able to win against him on this particular subject. This was the first time you’ve ever reached for it.
Tiptoeing down the entry hall to your open floor plan kitchen and living space, you frown as you spot steaming pots on your stove, your cat happily sat at his filled food dish, munching away. Unbothered furball.
You nearly scream as huge arms ensnare your waist, bag falling to the floor as you’re lifted from the ground.
But then a rough beard, familiar and ticklish, scratches along the shell of your ear. Your stomach flipping over itself.
“Got you,” comes the familiar growl.
“John!” you nearly squeal, wiggling until he sets you on your feet so you can turn. The moment you do, his lips are on yours, consuming your entire reality. Molten heat pouring from this bear of a man into mouth, invading your veins, melting you into his arms. Your heart immediately skips a beat, galloping faster as you feel the heady crush of his arms around you. Snaking your arms around his neck, you let yourself dissolve, a welcome end to a long, grating day. Between breaths, on swollen lips, you whisper, “You didn’t tell me you were back. I would’ve made you something–”
“None o’ that, love. ‘S my job to take care o’ ya,” he grumbles, chasing your lips for more. More heat, more fire.
Still, the guilt twists in your tummy. Yes, you’ve just finished your fourth of four ten hour shifts this week, but John… he’s in far more danger than you could ever imagine, risking his life on adrenal squeezing, back breaking missions. Only to come home and cook you dinner… feed you cat .
“But–” you murmur, setting the flashlight on your counter so you can fist the soft cotton of his dark t-shirt. He’s freshly showered too, smelling of moss, tonka and sandalwood. The scent slides shackles around your wrists, drawing your arms tightly against his shoulders.
“Hush,” John commands, greedy bear paws sliding beneath your scrub bottoms, slipping them down the round curve of your ass. “Just lemme feel ya.”
You shiver as those huge palms close over the globes of your asscheeks, forcing you to your tiptoes. Grinding your pelvis into his. Where a delicious heat is already building. In the end, there is no winning against John in a contest of chivalry. Dogmatic devotion that had nearly frightened you away in the beginning. He’d shocked you early with that, staunchly refusing to let you open a single door, showering you with affection both verbal and physical, keeping you tucked beneath his shoulder on the inside of the sidewalk. Small things. Innocuous things. Things you’ve never even thought of before as you made your own way in life. Not until John. Not until your ex…
But you shut that thought out immediately. You weren’t together for a reason. And John, sneaky little shit, had made himself a fixture of your life. In the betweens of his deployments. Even during–with bouquets of flowers delivered to your door or your hospital. Your favorite meals delivered much the same. Little texts when he could, pictures and videos that always had your hand sliding between your legs.
“Fuck, swee’art,” he groans against your mouth, walking you against the edge of your counter. “Missed you so much.”
He shoves your scrub bottoms down your legs, nipping at the corner of your mouth as he leans his weight into you. Arching your spine with a large palm splayed along your lower back. John is an extremely tactile man–and you discovered you were too. John always shoved hands beneath clothing, not to initiate anything (sometimes) but just to soak in the skin to skin warmth. You voice absolutely no complaints as his palms eat up your skin, coursing from the joint of your thighs and ass, up under your scrub top to scratch along your ribs, thumbs bullying beneath the wiring of your bra to graze the underside of your breasts.
You release a heavy breath, fingernails digging into his shoulders, bones already trembling as your body begins to remember the outline of him. The weight of his muscles against you. His intoxicating scent writhing in your nose. The scrape of his calloused fingers along your skin.
“Missed you,” you mumble into his hairline as he mouths along your chin, his teeth drawn to your throat like a magnet. Eagerly replacing the marks he’d left on you before this deployment. Staining you anew as his own masterpiece. His groan is rapacious, blasted heat scorching your tender skin. “Let me clean up, first, baby. I’m–”
“Don’t care.” Fuck, his thick as molasses accent might as well be glomming onto your body, trapping in honey as the achiness in your muscles bubbles to the surface. Your silly brain, now hardwired– trained , smarmy bastard–into relaxing, turning off. His teeth are sharp and thrilling as razor blades against your throat, eagerly waiting for you to cut yourself on them. “It’s your Friday, yeah?”
God, how you’ve missed his voice, how his hands cup your waist, your generous hips and drag you where he pleases. Those torturous hands bully under your scrub top, clearing a path for hungry palms and bruising fingers. You’ve missed those handprints too, painted along your body, a reminder of his strength, his passion, his protection. Mindlessly, you nod, your gut knotting as he hoists your ass onto the cool counter without even a shred of effort. If you really tried, if you truly wanted to, you’d never be able to escape him. His job is his body, and he does it so fucking well.
“My sweet girl’s tired, then. Working that pretty brain all week. You deserve a li’l break, don’t you?” he cajoles, luring a wounded, beaten animal into his trap with the sweetest honey. You go all too willingly. Even as your cheeks heat in embarrassment, the admittance to your exhaustion, the weakness. But there’s a reason John is the captain of his unit—perspicacious eyes stripping anyone and everyone to the bone within minutes of meeting. You’d been no different. And his idolatrous words cut straight through any walls your ex had forced you to raise, like the months you’d spent building them, fortifying them, were naught but air between you.
Your blurred thoughts shake away as John’s thick fingers suddenly close around your chin, fingertips pressing into your cheeks. Puckering your pretty lips. His enthralling jewel blue eyes are lidded and smug, a dangerously sharp edge glinting beneath.
“ Don’t you.”
John has made it his mission to carve self-compassion into your muscle and sinew. Just as you had made it yours to him. But it was hard . After years of driving and driving and driving yourself into the ground. Just one more semester, just one more class, just one more test, just one more year and you did it . But at what cost to yourself? Years of putting yourself aside in pursuit of your dream, it left crippled habits and cruel voices in your head. Your ex—he’d started to heal the long-callused burns, help you lay your own foundation beneath the heavy weight of your life’s work.
But then it ended…
“Get ou’a your head,” John all but growls, tearing your focus violently back to him. “You know the deal, love. When I’m here, I get your attention, mm?” Releasing your trembling breath, you nod, chin dipping into his warm palm. Broken down all too easy after your exhausting week, clearing the path for your usually managed anxiety. John knew that. He knows everything . “Now answer my question.”
You nod, a jittery hollowness bleeding through your limbs, leaving achy exhaustion in its wake.
John dips his mouth against yours, plush lips just touching as he teases you with a kiss. “Words.”
“I do,” you plead, eyes stinging as he gazes sternly (fondly) down at you.
“Mmm, good girl.”
Those two words kick a moan from your chest, has your fingers clenching on the lip of the counter as John releases your chin. Only to brutally rip your scrub top off, revealing your ugly, old-reliable bra. You flush, staring down at the ratty thing.
“I would’ve worn something else if–”
“Swee’art,” John soothes, swiping greedy hands up your ribs, eclipsing your breasts in his eager grip. You hum, both an acknowledgement and a barrier to the whimper threatening to spill over your lips. Your breasts have been terribly sore this week. And John begins kneading them with a force that has your knees shaking around his waist. “Be quiet. Let me enjoy my girl.”
Your jaw goes slack, already shivering as John hikes your knees over his shoulder, scrub pants tossed away, using one hand to flatten you against the counter before the other tugs the gusset of your panties away. You jump as his breath fans your wet pussy, true slick only beginning to drip from your entrance. You can’t help but cry out as his chapped lips seal against your clit, and you need to sink your fingers into his thick hair, grown out and shaggy after months away but your hands are dirty. Never truly feeling clean from a day in your hospital until you shower.
But when John wants something, there's no waiting, no denying. And fuck, doesn’t it make your eyes roll? The long drag of his tongue up your slit sure does, hands curling around the counter’s edge as an anchor.
“Fuck, John,” you moan, lids closing as he settles his broad shoulder between your thighs.
“Looks like my pussy missed me too, eh?” He snarls smugly against you, laying a sloppy, wet kiss against your clit. “Poor thing, already weepin’ f’me.”
You gasp as he slides one finger into you, burying to the first knuckle. Not enough. Not nearly enough after all you’ve had has been your fingers and the little bullet vibrator you managed to save when John pillaged your toy stash. You don’t need toys when you have me. Honestly? You’d laughed in his face, but had been curious if he could live up to the statement. Well, toys don’t live up to the thorough fuckings John carves into your body.
You whimper, eyes caught on the ravenous glint in John’s gaze as he watches his finger sink deeper. Groaning as you clamp down on the invasion. “Relax f’me, darlin’.”
Your soft, dripping walls tighten despite his command as his finger bottoms out. Curling into the spot you can never quite tease as well as him. Into the spot that has your thighs quivering, your elbows giving out fully and your back hits cool countertop. One finger, one damned finger he rubs in maddening circles over that gummy, delicious spot inside you. One finger is all it takes to have you shuddering with the bleeding of your tension. Giving in.
You sigh, a knot in your spine uncoiling as you fully set the weight of your legs on his shoulders. It is bizarre, what little things your brain filters out, like tension, until you feel it blissfully drain away.
“There she is,” John coos against your scorching heat, wetly sucking on your swollen bud like it’s his own personal sweet. You moan through your nose, hips shifting as he begins to pump that single digit in and out. You can feel the drag of every single callus on that finger. Too skilled and dexterous for his own good. The slick trickling out of you soaks your panties, dampens your thighs. “Just lay back, swee'art. Lemme take care o’ ya.”
And so he does. In a sloppy, salacious mess. He stretches you on a second finger too soon, hips bucking into his mouth as he swirls his tongue around your clit before sucking the throbbing pearl into his mouth. The sting of stretching on him too soon merely sharpens the pleasure pooling behind your navel. You scream when he nibbles down, nose buried in the soft flesh of your mons. His other hand digs into the fat of your thigh, bruising and stalwart, ceasing any retreat. You can feel his beard scraping at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, the friction burning as it shoots straight into your core. His puffs of breath in between rude slurping and squelching fan like fire over your skin, draggin you further from coherent thought.
Your abdominals flex, his fingers petting your walls in a ploy to soothe the throbbing of your pretty little pussy. But he merely makes you gasp, flinching as a sharp pulse of pleasure rips through you.
“John,” you moan quietly, breasts aching inside your bra, demanding he just rip the confining thing from your body.
Sliding in a third finger, the silver-tongued bastard presses his other palm flat over your mons and lower belly, heavy and insistent as though he can make the fingers inside you touch his palm outside. It makes you groan, arching off the counter though his stony hand keeps you pinned. You feel so stuffed full, you can almost swear his fingers toy with the gummy tip of your cervix. Your pretty lips part around the choked out moan John rips from you with a sudden, harsh thrust straight into your cute little womb.
Every time. Every time your body forgets what it feels like to be fucked by this man. Every time John carves himself a niche anew deep inside your body. Fuck, this is only his fingers?
John laves your sopping cunt with his tongue, filthy wet sounds echoing in your ears as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. Sucking with obscene fervor. The scrape of teeth has you bucking into his mouth again, and he lets out a rock deep groan, vibrating straight into your core.
“Tha’s it, swee’art,” he purrs against the pulsing skin between your legs, the praise vining through your limbs, scraping delicious quivers against your bones. “Get ya nice and loose before I split you on my cock.”
“ John ,” you whine, fingernails bending as you press them into the stone countertop. Heat caresses your cheeks, those depthless eyes snapping up to meet yours.
“Tha’ what you want, sweet girl?” He seats his fingers deep, massaging gyres into your heat. His smirk is almost mean, mocking sympathy at you as your thighs tremor around his head. He seats his lips against your clit—a threat as he starts finger fucking you without mercy. Fast, squelching, your arousal coating the inside of your thighs, dripping down the sensitive skin between your arse cheeks.
“Gonna give daddy an orgasm?” he croons before dragging the broad length of his tongue over your clit. Your thighs twitch inward, your stomach pulling tighter and tighter. John doesn’t stop watching you, your face for the slightest twitch for him to exploit. You grit your teeth, tears gathering on your lashes as a half-scream leaks past your lips—the pressure, the heat, the intensity of John on you after so long almost fucking painful. Brows knit together, all that pours from your mouth are beseeching moans, whines as his tongue moves from stroking to circling. Depressing the bundle of nerves as he swipes it around your slick core.
“Oh fuck,” you whimper, finally breaking as you viciously curl a hand in the collar of his shirt. Wanting to pull him closer, push him away but you’re stuck. Frozen and at his mercy. “Fuck, please.”
John listens, mouth sealing against your clit as his fingers brutally stretch you, pounding into you as your arousal pools embarrassingly in his palm, drips to the floor. But his eyes merely darken, lids falling to half mast as he moans against you, feeling how your thighs close, tense and shaking. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, face pinched as that coil snakes tighter and tighter. Painful and pressurized and you’re afraid you’ll crack apart once it releases. Fuck, you’re already twitching, shuddering as the thunder gathers. Claps with a deafening bang, lightning striking your blood as one last thrust you feel through your entire body ignites the storm.
Your voice chokes in your throat, body curling off the counter, nails digging bloody strips into John’s shoulder as you break apart. The lightning grips you, John only making it worse as he works you through it, enraptured by the devastated visage you paint above him. He could die a happy man right here, your voice finally breaking free with a wretched scream, tears tracking down your cheeks as shocks ripple your body.
You can feel your release gush against John’s beard, filthy and wet, the knowledge of how pathetic you became in mere minutes adding a sweet burn to the pleasure. Clawing air into your lungs, you whine—sob—his name, your body belonging entirely to another being as it shudders, shatters with your stupefying release. Your abdominals clench, muscles contracted and shaking to the point of ache , stealing more and more of your air.
Finally, finally , your orgasm releases you and you collapse back onto the counter, heaving miserable little whines on every breath. John keeps his fingers stuffed inside you, his tongue turned supplicant and languid as he licks the last of your pleasure from you. Licks until you're keening, pawing at his cheek, asking the man to take pity on you. He does, eventually. Rising from his knees and gently lowering your useless legs away from his shoulders.
John presses down over you, letting you feel his sturdy weight as his mouth captures yours in a sloppy, heated, open-mouthed kiss. You’re too weak to do much more than breath in his scent as he steals two, three, ten more kisses from you. As though he is starved of your touch, needing to take in as much as he can as though you’ll disappear.
When he pulls back, you’re sluggish, eyes barely open as you pant like a dog in heat. The man might as well have sucked the last of your energy out. He sees this, and your belly warms in a calm, safe sort of way as he smiles down at you. Entirely besotted, entranced, enchanted with the sleepy, fucked out look on your face.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, mm?”
Drop a comment or follow the Ao3 link and tell me what you think! I'm really interested in getting feedback on my first 2nd person PoV piece ever.
#john price#captain john price#john price x reader#john price x you#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#cod mw2#cod mw3#cod smut#ghost cod
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My sister is finally watching House of the Dragon and one thing that continues to be brought up in our discussions is Matt Smith's acting through microexpressions. We're going to go back and discuss this shot, but I wanted to make the gif for it and post some of my thoughts about what makes it an incredibly important skill to have have especially for tight close-ups. Many actors have emotive faces (and many actors are better or worse than Matt), but this stands out as an example every time I rewatch episode three.
I slowed the gif to 90% speed just to make it a little easier to see how Daemon's emotions are conveyed since we can't pause gifs. The original clip is 5 seconds (the gif is appx 6 seconds) and there are three distinct emotions expressed in this short amount of time.
Although most of us will know the context, here's a brief reminder: Daemon has just read the scroll from Viserys denying him assistance against the Triarchy. Daemon turns his back on the gathered army and leans on the table.Then the shot cuts to this extreme close-up.
Daemon's first expression is communicated by looking off to a distant point and is contemplative. He is thinking about the contents of the letter, processing the information.
Next, he glances downward, expressing disappointment, which then transforms into a smile. This smile is peculiar and I can't come up with a single word to describe the emotion. It is the feeling of "why am I even surprised? I should have expected this." Mild humor mixed with confirmed (and disappointing) expectations. It also borders on resignation. I stopped the clip here, but the next instance is when he lets his rage out by beating the messenger with his helmet.
So why is this important? Character development doesn't only occur through dialogue, plot, or large actions. Yes, the action Daemon chose next develops his character immensely, but this tiny shot shows how he came to that action. Daemon, like every character in the series, has complex emotions that we don't always see without repeat viewings. Here, Matt does an excellent job of explaining what the current status is of Daemon's relationship with Viserys. As well as Daemon's frustration at always having to do everything himself (in his mind at least), and this helps the viewer understand why he goes after The Crab Feeder alone.
Moments such as this in any film/series are subtle enough that we often don't know that we have even noticed and interpreted them. However, we often do it in real time and it makes our experience of the characters and stories that much richer.
#she just finished episode 8 last night#film studies#film studies nerd#house of the dragon#hotd#matt smith#daemon targaryen
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IWTV S2 Ep3 Musings - Loumand
Last post, I promise; I needed another nap; this ep's a freaking rollercoaster. And these two queens nearly gave me a stress ulcer!
DEBATABLE, Louis. I can think of FAR worse vamps than you, love.
Why're y'all having this whole conversation where anyone can hear?
They got Sartre's wall-eyes down; good makeup this season, team! 👌
DreamStat's a Loumand bed-death truther, jfc. 😭
I wanna know EXACTLY what Armand sees--or "feels"--whenever DreamStat pops up in Lou's head. Cuz he clearly knows precisely where Les is; he looks right in his direction. But does he HEAR Les too? (God I hope not, this song would've had me SEETHING--Back to Hell with you! 😅)
"Oh dear" indeed; I was HOLLERING.
SAM WAS DEVOURING THIS SCENE HOLY GOD GO AWAY DEMON
Armand looked PISSED, I was scared for Louis' life! And he DOES know, actually, yes Lou. I can almost GUARANTEE that he knows PRECISELY where Lestat is AT THIS VERY MOMENT, yes Lou.
If only you knew.... 😬
Claudia's suffered more than Christ. And nice cut to Daniel sneaking around with Raglan James as Armand talks about Furies punishing "human wrongdoing." It's really interesting that Armand told the lawyer that LOUIS is the owner of the paintings. Is he the owner of the penthouse too? HOW MANY DEEDS DOES HE HAVE, ROLIN?
I wonder what AMC might be saying about Loumand's art collection, not just wrt what we know about art heist!Armand (which we'll likely see a nod to in Ep4 at the Louvre); but also wrt what we know about Dubai's godawful neocapitalist hellscape economy, and Loumand's "moralizing" about Parisian black markets in S01E02.
I wonder if that's the excuse Armand'll give the coven when Louis shows up for dinner in Ep4--very much NOT dead; and rips out Santiago's tongue.
WILD voice-over, cuz you KNOW that's what Santiago was thinking, too, LOL. (You wish, Francis.) But yes: Louis' finna end your whole career. XD
Another TERRIFYING jumpscare from the coven, like in Ep2 with Annika. Louis, I am shocked & appalled--can you not HEAR all these vamps planning your bloody murder around you? CLAUDIA! WTF!?
But this is how you know Armand's true personality--he hates getting his hands dirty. He kills all the time, but he makes his victims' deaths pretty. He'd rather sit back & let Lestat/Louis come in and wreck his whole coven, even though he has the power to just light those mofos up all on his own! I wish AMC emphasized a bit more that Armand not only writes/directs the plays--he's an ACTOR, too. And istg he's an expert at PRETENDING to be helpless, meanwhile he's the strongest vamp that's NOT one of the Children of the Millennia (thanks to how well Marius made him).
Armand, that is LOW; waiting until Claudia's stuck under the oaths b4 you tell her she's guilty of breaking Great Laws she doesn't even know about yet. WTF?
How TF you gon' hold Louis accountable for following the Laws when he wasn't even allowed to be in the effing room when they were read!? He's not even a member! WTF! (I get it--any rogue vampires are subject to death, yadayada; we know it's a stupid policy.)
I love how he plans to leave by himself here--it had nothing to do with picking "another one" over Claudia. He just didn't want to hold her back anymore. And his presence was causing problems. 😭 It's so cute that Louis' stipulation about London was that if it's "too large" he'd leave and go to Ireland (?!?)--he's become agoraphobic or something? He just wants to be alone in his hermit hole--MOOD. 😭
Good to get confirmation that the Fire Gift here is Armand and blessedly NOT Santiago--so why's he zooming around in the sewers?
Look, sometimes folks make terrible first impressions--Lestat was being hella racist, Louis' always playing defense, Armand was finna kill Louis in a gay public park. It happens.
Foreshadowing like crazy, as usual.
WILD thing to say. I'm gonna cry, please stop.
(What kinda hypocrisy is that, when you were made young your dang self!?) She's already 30+ years old--maybe she'll last a little longer if y'all (read: sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, etc society) don't eff around tryna make her life even harder! But AMC's deliberately cutting Claudia's life in half, compared to the books, cuz misogynoir's real and Claudia gets NOTHING out of vampirism, not even a fair chance. And y'all let her into the coven KNOWING how much she loves y'all, and KNOWING y'all were gonna kill her. EFF THIS WHOLE COVEN, ARMAND INCLUDED. (Lemme calm down--this kind of betrayal is exactly how Lestat must've felt in S01E07; I get it; they're getting a taste of their own medicine. But LESTAT EFFING HAD IT COMING. The coven should've just told them: y'all got til sunrise to GTFO our territory, you're not welcome here. This whole bit's unnecessary.)
THE PARALLELS ARE PARALLELING
SKILL ISSUE. Cuz Louis' got the least power, and he's finna clear that whole bish out in just a couple episodes. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Louis, love, ARMAND DON'T GIVE A EFF ABOUT RAISING SOME OTHER MAN'S OFFSPRING. This is the call of the wild, as Alphas KILL the children their stolen Omega brides had for other Alphas/Betas, so he can restart the gene pool with HIS DNA instead. I know y'all had National Geographic back then already--READ A BOOK, Louis, it's what you're best at.
Incredible. After all of that Louis said Lestat never broke him. BENT BUT NEVER BROKEN, that's right! 💪😤
Boy, we're not talking about some little (unrequited) CRUSH over a man you only knew for a few months (which you've CLEARLY not gotten over yet). Louis was MARRIED to the man for 30 YEARS. This is his MAKER. Lestat knew his whole family; went to the Black cookouts and everything! They literally built a home AND business together! They raised a child together! WHATCHU KNOW ABOUT THAT!?
And that's LESTAT'S DAUGHTER TOO--how much can you possibly love EITHER of them while planning to knock her off!? I can't listen to too much more of this. *hands Louis the torch and scythe*
Beautiful end of this STACKED episode. Incredible work, AMC! Jacob acted his PANTS off; he excels at the trembling voice, agonized facial expressions, and utter mental breakdowns. He's pulling DEEP within him, holy god; it's so raw, it's almost hard to watch. EMMY WHEN?!
#interview with the vampire#loumand#the vampire armand#iwtv tvc metas#must see tv#the hype is real#the feels#THE FEELS I TELL YOU
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✨Unsolicited Lore Dump✨
I was tagged by dear @wilteddreamsofbaldursgate —you asked, you shall receive. Here's some Space Barb Lore Dump.
Do you make your bed? Sure, I hate when it's messy in the room
Favorite number? Any number if it's money on my account
What’s your job? I am a narrative designer and a writer. I also sometimes teach English
If you could go back to school would you? Nope. I am traumatized
Can you parallel park? Yes, but I don't have a license
Do you think aliens are real? Sure!
Can you drive a manual car? Yes, but, again, I don't have the licence becuse the whole process of receiving one is extremely corrupted
What’s your guilty pleasure? I'm watching trash reality shows
Tattoos? Six! And gonna get more!
Favorite color? Black and red
Favorite types of music? Folk rock, power metal. I can make a whole post about my fav bands!
Do you like puzzles? Not really
Any phobias? Being kidnapped, losing my freedom
Favorite childhood sport? I don't have any
Do you talk to yourself? All the time!
What movies do you adore? Horrors, fantasy adventures, thrillers
Coffee or tea? Tea all the time. Every time. I drink with my dinner and breakfast, I also like to eat something spicy and drink tea after
First thing you wanted to be growing up? To be able to travel where I want and be free to walk or go whenever and wherevr I want
Tagging @themadlu @vixstarria @seaofdaydreams
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gone for you
(harry styles one shot)
ceo married (but like basically divorced) h x oc (Gwen Thatcher)
(if you are named gwen thatcher, i promise i literally just came up with a random name)
warnings: smut! (mdni pls i am begging) p-in-v, breeding kink (sorry not sorry i have a wee obsession with it atm), m masturbation, sex in a public place (nobody else is there), horribly written kissing (deserved a warning 🫡)
hopefully it's not ass!!
🫶, C
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Gwen Thatcher loved her job.
It was really only part-time, and the majority of it was secretary work. Nonetheless, it was a steady source of income as Gwen worked through school, earning her degree in finance. She’d always been one for numbers, and when Harry Styles – CEO of Pleasing Inc. – offered her a position in his top-ranked finance department post-graduation, who would she be to refuse?
At first, she would just do things like sorting mail, organizing documents, sometimes helping him review company finances. The job then grew to include accompanying Harry to corporate events, sitting in on rounds of interviews, even testing out the company’s products.
Then the job expanded more.
She was Harry’s dinner date since his wife, Enola, would cancel on him more often then not. She’d accompany him to the weddings of Styles family friends since Enola never wanted to go. She’d be there when he just needed someone to listen, someone who he could trust.
Gwen had become Harry’s greatest confidante. And then some.
It really was never meant to go that far.
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On October 3rd at 10:52pm, Harry Styles was sitting on the leather couch in his office, trying to think about anything – anyone – but Gwen Thatcher.
A feat that was proving harder by the second.
The buzz of his phone alerted him that his wife was trying to get through to him.
Enola: Headed home soon?
The answer was supposed to be yes.
Harry stared at his phone for almost five minutes, hoping that he’d suddenly have some surge of motivation to type the three letter word.
It wasn’t happening.
Harry chucked his phone to the other side of the coach, letting his head fall back to rest on the coach’s back. He closed his eyes and let the fantasies of Gwen Thatcher that had overtaken his mind - riddled his day with distraction - take him away from reality.
Harry’s hand found its way to the zipper of his pants as he thought about the way that Gwen had brought him tea that morning, just the way he liked it. How she’d sat with him for thirty minutes while he told her about the musical his daughter wanted to try out for, how he’d stayed up way too late the night before helping her memorize a monologue.
He undid the button and slowly undid his pants zipper as he thought about the office safety meeting earlier that day. It was required yearly, and it was absolutely packed. When Gwen walked in, there were no seats left.
“My lap is available…” He joked.
Gwen rolled her eyes.
Nonetheless, she proceeded to sit on Harry’s lap.
“You’re sure you don’t mind?” She asked, almost impishly.
“No, not at all. As long as you’re fine with it.” Harry’d replied.
He’d spent the meeting focusing not on the updated safety regulations but working overtime to wish away a hard-on, forcing thoughts of sick puppies and world hunger rather then the image of bending Gwen over his desk, and fucking her - filling her with his cum over and over again until she couldn’t take it anymore, until there was no doubt she’d ever had a better orgasm.
The growing bulge in Harry’s pants only burned more as he pulled his briefs down enough for his large cock to spring loose, practically leaking at the tip just at the thought of Gwen Thatcher.
“Fuck.” He said, wrapping a hand around his wide girth, gather the pre-cum at the tip for lubricant, slowly massaging up and down his length.
Oh Gwen-”
—
“Fucking hell,” Gwen exclaimed.
She’d left her laptop at the office. She knew exactly where it was too. It was right on top of Harry’s desk. The desk she saw him behind every day. Every day, she saw him behind that desk, and dirty thoughts swarmed her mind.
She imagined him taking her, right there and then. Bending her over the desk, pulling up her skirt, and removing her panties before he’d give her everything he could. She yearned for marks everywhere and anywhere - the kind you’d have to hide and blush when people asked you about them. She yearned for his soft, plush lips to meet hers in a blaze of passion. Gwen wanted to feel him inside of her for days, feel the burn he’d certainly leave behind. She wanted to taste him, feel him fill her to the brim. She wanted him to give her all his babies- well… maybe. That part of the fantasy was a little more complicated.
Gwen turned around quickly, hurrying to get back to the office. The last train towards her neighborhood was scheduled to leave in twenty minutes, and if she missed it, she’d have to pay cab fare or spend the night at the office. Neither sounded preferable.
It took Gwen five minutes to get to the elevators, and she was steadily waiting for it to rise to her office floor. Soon enough, the doors slid open and Gwen barreled through, truly rushing to not miss her train.
Twenty feet from his office doors…
Fifteen…
“Fuck, Gwen-”
She stopped.
Was someone else here?
—
Harry’s hand moved efficiently up and down his length, a mixture of spit and pre-cum acting as lubricant. His mind was stuck on her.
The way she laughed at his jokes - like nothing was holding her back.
The way she’d compliment his outfits as if she knew which ones he put extra effort into picking in the morning.
The way she was everything he’d ever wanted, and exactly what he’d never had.
He moaned, letting her name slip into a string of curses.
“Fuckin’ hell, Gwen- What’ve you done to me…”
He was right there. He could feel it. His tip was red and swollen. Pleasure pulsing through his body, a high like none other.
Then the door opened.
—
Before her was Harry, one hand wrapped around his cock as the other groped his ballsack.
Fuck was he big.
His cock curved deliciously towards his abdomen. The deep red tip pulsed with each squeeze of his hand, his thumb caressing the sensitive tissue. Small spurts of cum escaped as he worked to find his orgasm. His chest heaved with heavy breaths. The top few buttons of his shirt were undone, offering hints of the detailed swallows he’d had done years prior. Gwen had seen them only once, at a company retreat when Harry wore a tank top under a blazer. His chest was a finely toned golden with tussles of thin hair, exactly what Gwen would call the ideal amount of chest hair. He had a golden chain around his neck that dipped under the silky material of his shirt. Oh, how she yearned to know what could be revealed if he’d only gone a few more buttons down.
Gwen felt like she was watching herself move in the third person as she entered the office and stood before Harry.
“Do you want me?” She asked, quietly.
She could see the way the veins of his cock throbbed, taut against the pink skin. His gorgeous member glistened in his pre-cum, acting like a lubricant for his hand.
“What are you doing here, Gwen? Shit, I thought everyone had left-” He started. Gwen moved forward, pressing her hand into his warm chest, and straddling his lap. Harry gasped at the sudden contact of her body against his. “I asked if you wanted me, Harry…”
“Fuckin’ hell, baby, ‘course I want you.” He said, slamming his lips into hers. His hands left his length and ran through her hair before grabbing her hips and pulling her closer to him.
Gwen grinded down on his cock, her panties absolutely soaked. Her tongue fought his arduously for dominance before she seceded to him. She moaned loadly against his lips as his teeth nipped against her bottom lip.
“Fuck, Harry, need to feel you!” She gasped. Harry nodded into the sloppy kiss. Her skirt had bunched up around her waist, and only the thin, wet barrier of her panties seperated them. He pulled away to look down and pull the wet material away from her dripping hole. Harry moaned at the sight, his head falling back in absolute disbelief at the sight before him.
“Do you have a condom? I haven’t got any on me.” He asked. Gwen shook her head. “Just take me Harry, I need you so bad.”
Harry grinned devilishly. “Want me raw, darling? Want me to pump my cum into you? What if I just get you pregnant, hm? What if I keep you on my cock forever, always round with my baby?”
Gwen cried out in pleasure, rubbing her folds against his bulbous cockhead. “Yes, yes!! Want your babies so bad, Harry!”
“Deep breath, Gwenny.” He murmured into her ear before lining up with her entrance and slamming up into her. Gwen lost her breath at the splitting rapture that coursed through her abdomen.
His length was fully sheathed in her tight hole. The curve of his cock hit her g-spot magnificently in a way Gwen never thought was possible. “Ohhh!!” She moaned, grinding hard into Harry’s pubis. The apex of his pelvis was hitting her clit perfectly. Harry began thrusting up into her, his hands on her hips and pulling her close to him.
Gwen suddenly brought her hands to the buttons of her blouse, quickly undoing the stretch and sliding the silky material off her torso. Underneath was a strapless lacy bra that held the most beautiful breasts Harry had ever seen. He groaned out at the absolute fantasy before him. Her buds were peaked and visible through the lace, areolas rosy in color and begging to be sucked on. He leaned forward to nip a trail through the valley of her breasts, his hands coming up to unclip the front clasp of the bra.
Fuck did Harry love a front clasped bra.
The lace fell away, and Harry dove in like a man starving. He captured each breast, squeezing and sucking like his life depended on it – leaving marks he was certain would be there for a while. This only edged Gwen on as she cried in ecstasy, using her thighs to lift herself up and down on his cock.
Her hand fell behind her to find his scrotum, tight to his body as he felt his orgasm nearing. Harry was trying so hard to keep it cool so he didn’t cum before her, but it was getting more difficult by the minute. Gwen’s hand began massaging his balls, which made it ten times harder.
“Fuck honey, just like that! Squeezing me so perfectly everywhere! Fucking pussy’s made for me, love.”
She whined out in response, “Just for you, Harry, always been for you!”
He was so close, and the way her pussy was pulsing around him told him she was right on the edge. Gwen cried loudly, and Harry could feel her absolutely soak his pelvis as she came hard. His own orgasm consumed him as ropes of cum shot into her pussy.
“God, I’m so fucking gone for you. I love you, Gwen, fuckin’ obsessed with everything about you.” He admitted solemnly.
Her expression faltered. Harry suddenly got overwhelmed with concern.
“Darling, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that. I haven’t felt this good in so long, I shouldn’t have-”
“I love you too.” She said, pulling his chin towards hers to guide his lips to her own. The kiss grew deeper as Gwen cupped his cheeks, Harry’s own hands slotting over hers to keep them there. His tongue explored her mouth, wild against hers.
“Been hard since you sat on my lap earlier. Could’ve taken you right there and then.” He mumbled. “You should’ve.” Gwen mumbled back. “Been dreaming about you taking me in the office for months. You treat me better then any boyfriend has ever, Harry.”
“Mm, think you need to be done with dating boys, baby. Need a real man to give you what you deserve. I could give you everything you’ll ever need and more, love.” He responded, interlacing his fingers with hers.
“What about Enola?” Gwen asked hesitantly.
“Gwenny, I’ve never felt for Enola the way I feel for you. My marriage is ending as it is, and it’s the first time in a long time that I’ve been satisfied by the choices Enola and I make together.”
“Fuck, Harry…I’m sorry…” She responded quietly. Harry kissed the corner of her lips, cupping her cheek. “Not your fault darling. You’ve done nothing but made me feel better. I wasn’t making it up, Gwen. I’m in love with you.
She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I am so in love with you, Harry Styles.”
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“My full name is Harry Edward Styles. I live in the Maddox Square penthouse on the corner of 7th and Baum, and I am the plaintiff in this case. I married the defendant, Enola Jane Styles, on January 20, 2015 in Saratoga Springs, New York. I filed a complaint for divorce on September 12, 2023. I’d lived in New York County with the defendant since August of 2013. When I filed my complaint for divorce, all the statements were true. All the statements in my complaint for divorce are still true today. There has been a breakdown of the marriage relationship such that the objects of matrimony have been destroyed and there remains no reasonable likelihood that the marriage can be preserved. I do not believe there is any possibility of reconciliation. There are no minor children of this marriage. I have read all of the terms of the proposed Judgment of Divorce, and I agree with them. I ask that this court grant an absolute Judgment of Divorce. Thank you, your Honor.”
Gwen was proud of him. He’d filed officially a few days after they’d confessed their feelings. Once Harry and Enola had officially separated, Harry moved Gwen into his charming penthouse that overlooked the city. Enola, of course, was pissed, but soon let off the anger when Harry’s lawyer found damning evidence of an ongoing affair between Enola and Harry’s head accountant for the past three years. Long story short, Enola was kicked out, the accountant was fired, and Harry ended up getting a restraining order after Enola threatened Gwen in the company building.
“You’re just some whore he’s entertaining himself with. You’ll be tossed on your ass by the end of the week, bitch!” Enola yelled.
Gwen was shaking against the wall of the women’s bathroom. Enola had cornered her after she exited the stall. She was genuinely scared of what Enola might do to her.
Rampant footsteps raced outside the door and Harry burst into the scene, with his second-in-hand Niall following.
“Fucking hell, Enola, leave her alone!!!” He said, storming forward and pulling Gwen away from Enola’s touch.
“Did she hurt you, lovey?” He asked soothingly, his hand wrapped around hers. “I’m okay, baby.” She said with a comforting smile. “What about peanut?” He asked, his hand coming to rest over her abdomen, where a barely evident bump existed – the only external suggestion of Gwen’s condition.
“We’re together for eight years and you never even fuck me raw, but you’ve been with her for five months and she’s knocked up? What the hell Harry???” Enola angrily exclaimed.
“Enola, I owe you no explanation other than that Gwen is the woman I love, and she will be the woman I love til the day I die. Fuck off, and remove yourself from the premises please.”
Enola, clearly pissed, stormed out the bathroom, glaring knives at Gwen.
Harry had called the cops immediately. Within twenty-four hours, there was a highly effective restraining order in place against Enola, and Harry and Gwen got to learn the gender of their sweet peanut.
“I’m happy to let you know that you’ll be having a little boy, it looks like!”
Harry’s eyes glistened as he held Gwen's hand tightly. She herself was shedding tears at the sight of their beautiful little baby moving around softly in her womb. The way he kicked and reached and yawned and moved about his little space was the greatest thing she’d ever seen.
The whole settlement was able to be done over zoom. Enola still lived in the city with her accounting beau, but Harry wanted absolutely nothing to do with her, and was easily able to get a virtual hearing. A restraining order and a baby at home can really help with the process as well.
Speaking of the devil, Fitz Edward Styles stumbled into the room. The door had been meant to be closed, but it seemed that the sixteen-month-old had knowledge beyond his years, and easily decoded how to open the door.
Harry looked over his shoulder at the sound of tumbling steps. He caught wind of Fitz just in time to see the toddler trip on the corner of the carpet, bursting into a fit of tears. Harry didn’t even have time to stand up before Gwen burst into the room. She was nine months pregnant with their second child, but it didn’t stop her from moving gracefully over to Fitz and calming him down.
“Oh Fitzy, love! What’d Mama tell you about opening the office door? Daddy’s got his important meeting right now, we need to let him talk to the very important people. Why don’t we go get a snack, hmm?”
Between his little tears, Fitz nodded, gripping the material of Gwen’s shirt in a tightly balled fist while he sucked on his free thumb, his head nuzzled into Gwen’s neck.
“Sorry, H, I didn’t see him leave the playroom.” Gwen said softly, backing out of the room. Harry smiled and waved it off. “Nonsense, love. Fitz is gonna do whatever Fitz wants to do. I’m almost done here – wait for me to have lunch?”
Gwen smiled before leaning down to kiss her fiancé. “Of course, H.”
the end!
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#harry styles#harry styles smut#why yes i am a novice fanfic writer#this could very well be ass im so sorry
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[MY WISHMAKER Spoilers!]
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I just played MY WISHMAKER last night and I loved it, so I wanted to give you my thoughts!
Arcade, you are SO SNEAKY AND CLEVER!!! I saw those promo images and was like "oh dear, he has a gunshot wound, what happened?" only to boot up the game and find out HIS WHOLE ARM WAS MISSING! You really can't tell when he's facing right, so I applaud you for hiding it so well.
I LOVE how sassy The Wishmaker is! I was expecting it/them(? I'll just go with them for now) to be kind of highfalutin and regal 'cause they're a deity and all but I really love how you went in this completely other direction! I think it does make sense since The Wishmaker obviously has to, like, grant people's wishes (in some way at least), so having a more casual manner of speech would probably make them less intimidated.
Also! I loved how you implemented the QTEs! I feel like it spices up the gameplay and is a nice little nod to your fans who played My Neighbor Enide. Even though I messed up all of them, though I SWEAR the Vas one was not my fault! I was mashing that Z button for dear life, but my laptop decided to type it into Edge for some reason!? I didn't even have it open!
Oh, and I see you were able to figure out the mouse movement? You said you'd have to move around using the arrow keys, which I was fine with, but I was pleasantly surprised when I booted up the game and I could move with the mouse too! It really completed the experience.
I don't really have much to say about the story, not because it's bad, but because it's so shrouded in mystery that my cogs are still turning as to what it could mean. I did really like the puzzles, though! And I did notice those key items you hid away...
I have plenty of theories I've been ruminating on even before MW, but I don't wanna put them here because 1) since this is an ask it might make you feel obligated to comment on them somehow which you are not and I don't want you to do, and 2) I think I would start rambling and make this ask a mile long LOL.
That's about everything I could think of off the top of my head! Overall, I really enjoyed it, and I hope you the best in all the other chapters and games you plan to make. I'm sure I'll enjoy them just as much, if not even more. Take care!
Haha yes! ♡ I know some people have been asking why Reginald has two arms in the promo images and it's like...it's meant to be a surprise, silly!
Also for our little Wishmaker character, yes! I adore them very much and I'm very excited for people to see more of them and learn their real name!! Another one of my favorites to be sure ♡ Not sure how I'll tag them in posts yet until their name reveal... clock, maybe? Just to avoid confusion?
This character can be referred to with any pronouns, but for clarification that in games and in my posts they will only be referred to with "they" and the occasional "it"
I'm happy the QTEs are received well! (Granted they were a bit harder at first haha!) I'm happy to include them in future chapters as I feel future chapters will definitely be more linear and dialogue heavy and so I hope they can spice up the gameplay and keep things interesting and maybe just a tad more immersive! ♡
As for mouse movement controls it's kinda like a "Well yes, but actually no". You CAN move using the mouse if you really want to but you also have to be aware that you could accidentally hit an object's hitbox and activate its event. And you can't back out of an event once it has been activated like in typical point-and-clicks. (There's only so far I can push the engine with my experience level!) It's for this reason (and the surprise of QTE's!) that WASD/Arrow Key movement is recommended!
Thank you so much! ♡ I am so very happy to hear you enjoyed the experience and I love to hear what people have been brewing up regarding the story and the mysteries still unfolding (even though I can't say anything about it yet!) and I can't wait until I can have more to show you all! I'm really excited for it and I hope everyone will be too! ♡♡♡
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DAMNATION LEON AND VENDETTA LEON AND RE6 LEON
#yes. i am back. and the first thing i post is this#i've been hyperfixating on resident evil ☺️ and haven't been very good lately but i'm ok now!!!#but the hyperfixating has been STRONG. my mind is torn between fixating on these three leons#it's a big chaos#does anyone know where to watch damnation. because if not i'll have to buy it#because i can't find it anywhere ☹️ but oh well#anyways. gonna go make myself choco milk. because i can#then write#because i've got a fanfic surprise for actual sweetest person on tumblr and the world 🫶 spoiler alert#it's enhypen ☺️
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continuing that "maya tries to contact claire" post, i present you the post-Spirit of Justice follow-up
#post that caters to ME specifically#let me first tag#ghost trick spoilers#lost future spoilers#now that that's out of the way. you know who's on that suitcase ;)#also claire is fucked up by time travel shenanigans so it's possible let's just say#also ghost powers grow and change with time sooooo. let's play with canon#layton “i have a dead girlfriend” and yomiel “i had a dead girlfriend” bisexuals#also yes the whole gang traveled to london they're just strolling around#maya had unfinished business and now that she's more powerful she's BACK#this would take place 7-or-so years after lost future/plvspw so layton is in his mid-forties here. i had to look it so correct me if im not#also yes this is a crossover AU i have rotating in my mind i love the source material and layton's and claire whole thing no shade to that#powerful narrative that made me cry#but with aa and gt magic fuckery we have the technology#also about the jail bit. that's a fic i am writing (one sentence every month)#ghost trick#professor layton#ace attorney#my art#ms paint#GOD. that wall of text is surely something
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of all the star wars movies, which of them do y'all 1) enjoy the most 2) consider the best quality and 3) think you've rewatched the most. add your answers in the reblogs or replies, i'm genuinely curious how much of an overlap there is within everyone's three answers. mine don't overlap at all! they're revenge of the sith, empire strikes back, and the force awakens :^)
#len speaks#star wars#revenge of the sith#empire strikes back#the force awakens#not tagging more films than that bc i cant b bothered. incoming tag ramble ahead bc i have sw brainrot rn and im making it everyones prob❤️#i rlly struggled 2 remember if id watched tfa or aotc more. i went w/ tfa bc it was formative to me as a teen and ive seen it probably 6ish#times? whereas aotc was the first sw movie i remember (specifically the scene of obiwan serving c*nt in the bar lmao) but i've only seen it#for sure 4.5 and maybe 5.5 times. the .5 is from when i got bored after obi-wan's scene ended and ran off to go play in the mud or smthn 😭#i'm sure tfa will eventually get surpassed in number of rewatches by aotc and rots bc i don't fw the direction of the ST but that's my#current ballpark estimate of my total number of rewatches#as an adult tho if i just wanna watch a star war i'll go with aotc bc it's fun and ends semihappily and i can turn my brain off for the#spinny lightsabers. it's great background noise or for if you're sick or whatever. rots on the other hand? i won't talk through that unless#i'm quoting it with my brother and i am LOCKED IN 100% entirely entranced by it all#i almost picked rogue one for the best quality answer but i think the character writing is weaker and the facial cgi is creepy. esb beats#it by a hair imho bc of that. the vader hallway scene goes hard tho!!!#also i'm not covering shows or games or books or anything else in this post - simply the films. might ask abt shows later but that might#also give me hives bc so many of the shows suck ass and i don't rlly want ppl extolling the virtues of t.bb in my notes 💀#and yes i do think one's enjoyment and one's opinion of quality are two things that often overlap. but sometimes you just like something#bad and that's awesome. like rots is the best of the prequels by a large margin and i adore the opening and characters and many of the#scenes but that doesn't mean it's the best star wars has to offer ykwim? it's my specialest most favoritest sw movie but that doesn't blind#me to the dialogue lmfaooo
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so HEY UH
WAS ANYBODY GOING TO TELL ME THAT DURGE AND ASTARION REALLY DO HAVE THE SAME TRAUMA OR
WAS I JUST SUPPOSED TO FIND THESE PARALLELS OUT FOR MYSELF
OH OKAY YOU ALSO WERE TRAPPED AND HURT YOURSELF TRYING TO CLAW YOUR WAY OUT?????? YOU ALSO WERE THE SPECIAL LITTLE PET OF THE PERSON WHO TORTURED YOU, WHO IMMEDIATELY STARTS TALKING DOWN TO YOU THE SECOND YOU SEE THEM AGAIN?????? OKAY. YEAH. WE CAN COMPARE NOTES IF YOU’D LIKE.
#ALSO ALSO. THE *WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME.* THE BEING TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF WHEN FOUND DYING. I M#SCREAMING#DURGESTARION NATION. WHERE ARE YOU. I NEED YOU.#DURGESTARION NATION PLEASE#THIS IS A DURGESTARION POST I CANNOT STRESS THAT ENOUGH#DURGESTARION ;—;#IT’S ABOUT THE PARALLELS IT’S ABOUT HOW SO MUCH OF WHAT THEY’VE BEEN THROUGH IS THE SAME#IT’S ABOUT THE BEING A TOOL AND A PET FOR SOMETHING MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU IT’S ABOUT THE BEING MADE TO SOMETHING MONSTROUS#BEING MADE TO BE A WEAPON#A ND IT’S ABOUT THE CYCLE BREAKING TOO OKAY#WAAAAHHHHHHH#MY RUN IS ABOUT ONE THING AND ONE THING ONLY#AND THAT THING IS THESE TWO SUPPORTING EACH OTHER ABOUT FIGHTING BACK AGAINST AND GETTING FREE OF CAZADOR AND BHAAL RESPECTIVELY OKAY#bg3#the paranoid android speaks!#also listen am i cringefail at naming video game characters? yes.#my durge is an elf i pulled up an elf name generator and picked the first thing i could reliably pronounce what do you Want from me#bold of you to assume i don’t name my actual d&d characters like this too
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