places & edges

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Aww! That's so sweet! I can sweet Balem pulling a beast and sadly letting her go, but then totally sending someone to keep an eye on her. He's just in his throne room looking at the giant holographic images of Reader look at her longingly till someone comes in needing something and he flys of the handle XD the place is all on edge more then usual and the only relief to their lords mood is when Reader messages back, even if only briefly. Everyone is counting down the days till she gets back ^_^

Dude! lol He’d be so pissed until she returns…well, more pissed. Lol Every little thing will set him off. How many people have to die before Reader gets back? Hahaha.


His sad longing face while watching her breaks my heart.

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“You know, Astrid, training dragons isn’t the only thing I think about.

“Are you actually saying that to me with a straight face?”

Rose Gold

one last illustration before a new year 🌿


edit: I have deleted the first version from this post and re-uploaded a new version of this piece because I was never satisfied with the end-results. rose’s hair always bothered me even though after spending countless hours on it. I just hated how her hair fell so flat and how strangely placed her edges were, so I changed it up and am much happier with the results now. sometimes less is more.

🌊 Contacting Mermaids 🌊

as some consider mermaids to be a type of fae creature, it is important to note they do not immediately trust humans and it is something to be done with caution. with some research into the lore, here is what i’ve come up with;

what you will need:

🌊 mirrors play a significant part in mermaid lore, so when contacting a mermaid, a mirror is the first thing needed. 

🌊 a shallow bowl of water

🌊 knowledge of / experience with astral traveling

🌊 a pendulum, or other tool of divination. 


procedure:

🌊 know what you want to talk to the mermaid about, and consider first the trust level you need when asking, as somethings are sensitive information. 

  • do you have questions regarding them, or magic?
  • do you wish to work with them on a spell?

🌊 place the mirror in the water, place offerings around the edges of the bowl. 

🌊 engage with the astral plane at least partially.

🌊 take your hand and place it in the water when you invoke the name of a mermaid. remove your hand immediately after. 

🌊 use the pendulum or method of divination to receive their answers. 

🌊 when you are done, place the offerings in the water and let sit. 

🌊 remove the mirror before you pour out the water, try to touch the water minimal amounts when removing. 


respect and safety: 

🌊  like any spiritual or magical creature, you must respect the ones you work with. however, mermaids are also known from lore to be hostile towards humans, particularly the bit with luring away and drowning. 

🌊  after contacting a mermaid, be wary of any music that strikes a chord with you, and approach it carefully, as music is their primary way of luring “sailors” and other humans to their destruction. 

🌊  after first contact, either protect yourself with spells or continue to give offerings to the mermaid, as you have denied them the bounty they were after, – a human to drown. 

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“Oh my god, I frickin love this one!” Zoe said excitedly as Harry Potter and the goblet of fire began to play on the TV.

You and your boyfriend Joe were staying with Zoe and Alfie for a few nights at their house. It had been a while since you had seen them so it was quite nice to catch up and spend some time with them.

However, Alfie was out late with Sean and Dave as they were working on a van, turning it into a campervan or something. So you and Zoe had decided to have a girly night and watch some films, of course you both had popped out to M&S beforehand to get some snacks. Joe left you both to it as he had some editing to do, so Zoe had run him a bath and he was upstairs editing in the spare room – where you and Joe were staying.

“I always found this one really scary though.” You said to Zoe, pulling the blanket closer to your body.

“Yeah, if you think about it these films are actually quite scary.” Zoe pointed out.

“I mean… If I get scared watching them then I can imagine lots of other people do.”

Time went by as you and Zoe watched the film. Nala was asleep next to Zoe on the sofa and Alfie still wasn’t back yet. You checked the time.

“How is it half 11 already?” You said, not quite believing how fast the time has gone.

When there was no reply, you looked over at Zoe to find her fast asleep on the sofa. Typical.

You watched about 15 minutes more of the Harry Potter film before your phone buzzed. It was Joe.

‘What you doing? X’

You didn’t reply, the film was almost over so you would go up and see him soon. About 2 minutes later your phone buzzed again.

‘Y/N xx’

Joe hardly ever put kisses in texts unless he was missing you or in a loving mood.

‘Yes?’

‘Come to bed x’

This made you smile. You were feeling quite tired and would love nothing more right now than to go and see your boyfriend. The film was almost over so you decided to head up. You thought about waking Zoe, but decided against it as she’d probably wake up soon or Alfie will wake her when he gets home.

You folded the blanket you were using and placed it on the edge of the sofa. You silently walked out of the living and through the kitchen. You got up the first flight of stairs and opened the door to the spare room, revealing a half naked Joe in his boxers laying beside his laptop on the bed.

“Finally!” He smiled up at you, placing his laptop on the floor and stretching his arms out to you.

“How’s editing going?” You asked, shutting the door and moving over to him.

“Fine, but I missed you.” He pouted and pulled you by your wrists so you got onto the bed next to him.

“Aw babe. I missed you.” You replied, even though you were only apart for 2 hours or so and you were just downstairs.

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his body, you wrapped your arms around his exposed waist.

“Joe!” You laughed when you felt something hard poke into your leg.

“I know, I really need you right now.” He told you truthfully.

“Well we’re in your sisters house so I don’t think so babe.” You laughed, getting up off the bed and into the en suite bathroom to brush your teeth.

“Fuck sake.” You heard Joe sigh as you walked away from him.

However, when you were almost done brushing your teeth you heard a light moan. Was he really doing this right now?

“Y/N.” You heard your boyfriend moan out. Even though you had just told him you wouldn’t do this with him here, you couldn’t help but feel very aroused at the thought of Joe touching himself to the thought of you.

You walked back into the bedroom and switched off the bathroom light. Joe was sat up, leaning against the head board with a hand wrapped around himself. His boxers were now on the floor. Even though this was the last situation that you would like to be in, you couldn’t deny that the sight in front of you made you weak at the knees. Joe’s eyes were drooping from the pleasure he was giving himself. His eyes never left you as he pumped his length at a steady pace.

“Please.” He whimpered.

That was all it took for you slip off your pyjamas and leave them on the floor at the end of the bed. Joe watched you the whole time you were getting undressed, and when you were finally fully naked, he picked up the pace of his hand movements.

“Can you honestly not wait?” You laughed, climbing onto the bed once again.

“I’m so fucking horny.” He groaned, finally moving from his position so that he could lean forward and press his lips against yours.

Lips still attached, Joe flipped you around so now your back was against the mattress and he was hovering over your exposed body.

Your hands went to Joe’s chest, feeling up and down his toned stomach. This was one of your favourite things about Joe – his abs were so defined and you loved it. One of his hands went next to your head to hold himself up, and the other went to the head board of the bed.

You broke the kiss and stared up at Joe with a smirk. He sent you a confused look.

“What?” He asked.

“I just really love you.”

“Well, Y/N, I love you so much more,” He smiled, kissing you again. “But we’ve got to be quiet.”

Without warning, Joe pushed himself into you. You had to hold yourself back from letting out a moan. You were so used to having sex with Joe at home and making as much nose as you wanted, when you had sex somewhere like this you always struggled to keep quiet.

It’s because Joe knew exactly how to make you feel good. Considering you’ve been together for around 2 years now, Joe knew your body. He loved to make you shake so hard when you cum and to scream out his name. Sex with him was always and intense and you loved it.

He rocked in and out of you, each thrust getting harder. The feeling of Joe’s bare skin on your own was such an intimate feeling which is why you were on the pill. It was such a nice feeling to have Joe completely inside you without a condom, it made the pleasure even more enjoyable and it made you feel closer to him.

“Babyyyy…” Joe moaned into your shoulder before nipping at the bare skin.

You took Joe’s hand that was holding onto on the head board and laced your fingers together. He gave your hand a squeezed and let out a gentle moan, trying his hardest not to make too much noise. Joe’s moans were the most angelic thing you’ve ever heard and you would do anything right now to hear his moans and groans echo throughout the room.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, making Joe stop his actions immediately. When the handle went down, he pulled out of you as quickly as he could and pulled the covers over you both, making it look casual. Thankfully, he was quick enough.

“Y/N?” Zoe opened up the door as she rubbed her tired eyes. “I can’t believe I fell asleep on the sofa!”

“I know! I mean… can’t say I was surprised!” You laughed.

You could hear Joe panting next to you, trying to catch his breath. His cheeks were red but Zoe didn’t suspect anything.

“We’ll have to have another girly night again soon, and I promise I won’t fall asleep.”

“Ok,  Zoe, I’ll believe it when I see it.” You laughed.

“I won’t!” She defended.

“Is Alfie still not back?” You asked.

“No, I’m think I’m going to ring him in a minute though. What are they doing? Surely they can’t get much done in the dark.” As Zoe spoke, you felt Joe’s hand trail up your thigh.

You didn’t think anything of it until he kept on getting closer and closer to your centre.

“Yeah, he’ll probably be back soon though.” You said to Zoe.

Joe’s fingers went to your clit, gently rubbing his fingertips against the sensitive area. You sucked in a breath, feeling uncomfortable with the situation but also still very horny.

“How many days has he been doing it for?” Joe piped up. You squeezed the duvet in your hand as Joe slid his middle finger into you.

“This is the third, I think they’re planning on finishing it on Saturday.” Zoe told her brother and he nodded.

“It’s quite cool that they’re doing this though,” He replied, sliding his finger in and out of you as you bit your bottom lip, trying your absolute hardest to refrain from moaning.

“I think it’s amazing! I can’t wait to see what it looks like when they’ve finished it,” Zoe said. “Well, I’m going to bed now so night you two.”

“Night, Zo.” Joe said, using her nickname.

“G-goodnight.” You literally almost face palmed yourself as you stuttered over your words.

“You alright Y/N?” As Zoe asked this, Joe added another finger.

“I’m fine.” You quickly said as Joe finger fucked you.

“Ok,” Zoe sent you an odd look. “Night!”

“I fucking hate you, Sugg.” You said to Joe as soon as Zoe shut the door.

“You hate me?” He repeated. “Looks like you don’t want me to finish you off then.”

Joe’s fingers left you and you whined at the loss of contact.

“Shut up and fuck me.” You groaned.

“Of course, m’lady.” Joe chuckled, hovering over you and finishing you both off.

(NSFW) PREVIEW: Shadow Selves - Hotaru Kirigakure

Hotaru’s visit to Kai was coming to an end, yet again. It was his last night, and the hours of the late evening were being spent enjoying a banquet held in his honour. You were rushing to and from the kitchen, trying to replace the empty dishes as quickly as you could…but if you were honest with yourself, you weren’t working with fastidiousness because it was your job.

No.

You were trying to distract yourself from the heaviness in your heart. That familiar aching heaviness had settled itself in your heart once more, and you were doing your best to not pay much mind to it.

As you weaved through the retainers in the hall, you were hotly aware of a pair of eyes following you…tracing your movements as closely as if one were threading a needle. The more conscious you were of being watched, the hotter you felt your cheeks growing and when they finally felt as if they would catch fire, you made the mistake of looking up. 

There it was. That intense, steady gaze.  

Hotaru didn’t look away. Seconds…maybe minutes even…were spent as the two of you continued to look at one another, and it wasn’t until there was a cough to your right, that the spell finally broke.

You turned to look at Saizo, who was regarding you flatly. ‘I’ll take this, it’s going to go cold.’ Saizo swiftly took the steaming dish out of your hands, throwing a glance in Hotaru’s direction as he did. His eyes gave a hint of faint amusement as he settled his gaze on you once again. ’Relax….enjoy the rest of the night, hm?’

He was gone the second he had stopped speaking, but before you could blink, that very spot was taken by somebody else. A hand was extended towards you, and a low voice spoke, ‘Take it.’

With the ‘medication’ you had been given - the one that prevented you from succumbing to every word he spoke - there was no need for Hotaru to hesitate with his words. He was free to say what he wished around you, and you were free to act on it or not.

…And for this, you chose to act. You took his hand without hesitation and followed him out of the hall, the liveliness of the retainers giving way to the quiet of the night air.

‘Why do you look so sad?’ Hotaru fixed his eyes on you, his fingers tightening around your hand.

‘Because…. you’re leaving tomorrow.’

‘I’ll be back soon.’  

‘I know…. but,’ your throat was tightening. ‘I wish..I wish you were here with me all the time.’

Hotaru’s eyes softened, the gentle moonlight catching the affection in them. He drew you into an embrace, the warmth of his touch coaxing you to melt into him.

You breathed out the tension in your body, closing your eyes as your cheek settled against his chest, your ear picking up the steady beat of his heart. It was the most comforting thing in the world - just standing there, nestled in his arms while you both bathed in the moonlight.

As your arms tightened around his back, you felt Hotaru shift a little, until his mouth was level with your ear, his breath warm against your skin ‘….Can I leave my mark?’

He was holding you so tightly now, that you couldn’t turn to look at him. His voice however… had deepened… and there was an edge to it that you couldn’t quite place…an edge that was causing something to stir inside you…

‘Where…?’ You whispered, suddenly so very, very aware of the stillness of the night. So very, very aware of how searingly hot his body now was.

‘….Inside you. I want to leave my mark inside you.’  

A/N - Just to be clear, the last line does not mean he’s intending for her to get pregnant. He simply means to come inside her (I’m not sure what was used to prevent pregnancies back then, if anything, but for the sake of convenience, I’m just going to let it go) If you want to be tagged for the full smut, let me know~ 

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description: in which you ask him to take his frustrations out on you

requested by: anonymous

warnings: bdsm, daddy kink, dom!theo, swearing, orgasm denial, begging

Theo was, by nature, very protective over the things that belonged to him. You were no exception, either. You’d surely pity any fool that so much as lifted a finger against you, because you knew for certain that Theo would go after them.

Of course, he had become a little more tame in the time that you’d been together, but that was because you were the only one that knew how to anchor him and keep him in control. However, there were still times when Theo went a little overboard when it came to protecting you.

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Why Did  You Fail Me? ~Freaky February~ (D.W)

Prompt: I like reviving my old stories! I have a ton more. Here is the one before.

Pairing: Teach!Dean x Student!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: Age gap

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Strange Love

Jughead x Reader

Prompt: Loosely based off some of the lyrics of Strange Love by Halsey. Reader and Jughead are secretly dating but Y/N gets upset as she wants to tell the truth to everyone. Talking in Pop’s bathroom, things get a bit heated. 

Warnings: Some swearing? Mild smut references. 

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Strange Love 

We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night. 

You sit there silently, immersed in your own thoughts as you stare out of the window at Pop’s. Eyes darting to the drops of condensation which had formed due to the heat. It was freezing outside as always so Pop’s had turned the heaters on, maybe a bit too much tonight though.
Suddenly out of the corner of your eye you see a figure appear on the opposite side of the booth to you. You know exactly who he is so you continue to focus on the windows, how much they have fogged up since you first sat down.
A finger suddenly appears on the window in front of you, the familiar roughed up hands you had seen and held so often begin to write on the window. 

“Hey”
You smile to yourself, finding it incredible how he had only been here for a second and had already made you so happy. You and Jughead had been seeing each other for around a month now, not that your friends knew that yet. Jughead had asked you not to, not yet. He knew Betty, Archie and the others would be so happy for you, it was just your friends he was worried about. Cheryl was the queen bee at school, she already hated you spending time with him as “friends”, she thought he was too weird. Jughead just didn’t want to put you through the wrath he knew Cheryl would cause if she found out.
Still smiling to yourself you raise your hand and write just under his message.
“How are you?”
“Stressed”
“How come?”
“I haven’t kissed you in over 24 hours” he writes, placing his hands under the table to discretely grab yours, rubbing his thumb against your skin. You finally look away from the window and towards him. A shy smile placed on his lips, his eyes glinting in the light which made his hair look even darker then usual, if that were possible. His iconic crown placed over his head. You smile back at him, tempted to just lean over the table and place your lips on his, just show the world you were crazy for him.

“Hey guys!” A voice says a short distance away. You turn away from Jughead to see Veronica entering the diner, Archie just behind her. Jughead’s hand quickly snatches away from you. You don’t even think about the writing on the window next to you until you turn back to Jug who had frantically rubbed out your words with the sleeve of his jacket. For a second you wish that he hadn’t, that he had just left it on there so finally people would know the truth about the two of you.
“What are you guys up to?” V says, sitting down next to you, gracefully pushing her hair away from her shoulder, making Archie swoon. God these two were cute. How did they find it so easy to be themselves out in public? Archie showed no struggle to show his affection to us when he held V’s hand clearly as they walked, or leaned over to kiss her before he left. Why couldn’t we have that? Why did it have to be so difficult for us?
“Just… just talking about Jughead’s book.” you stutter, trying to come up with a belivable lie which Veronica would believe, that girl could read you like a book. Despite you not being so close with the group, you and V had got on so easily, she just seemed to understand you, which, unfortunatly, meant that she could understand when you were lying.
“Oh, yeah. I was a bit stumped on how Jason…” Jughead begins to tell some elaborate lie about our made up conversation but my mind gets distracted by Archie’s movements. Openly, and clearly, he reaches across the table to take Veronica’s hand in his, slowly rubbing his thumb against her skin. A gesture you had felt just seconds ago. A gesture they did so easily in front of you. A part of you starts to sting inside. How was it possible for the two of you to be unable to even hold hands in public without him pulling away so fast. It’s like he’s ashamed. Maybe he is…

“Excuse me” you say, interrupting Jughead mid-sentence. Veronica gets up to let you out of the booth and you rush away to the bathroom.
“Y/N?” Veronica shouts after you but you ignore. Hoping she wasn’t going to come after you. You can feel the groups eyes on you as you walk away.

You were so glad that Pop’s only had one bathroom for girls and one for boys, no stalls, no interaction with anyone else. You lock yourself inside and pace for a few seconds. You knew a relationship with Jughead was not going to be easy. The moment he said he wanted it to be a secret you knew it would be hard, you wanted the affection. You weren’t ashamed of him, you weren’t afraid of being seen with him. But the way he acted some times made it feel like he was ashamed of you.

Knock Knock

“I’ll be out in a second” you sigh, knowing your peace wouldn’t last long.

Knock Knock

“V if that’s you, I’m fine, I’ll be out in a second”
“It’s not V” a male voice says. You instantly tell it’s Jughead’s voice. Quickly you open the door, he rushes inside, hoping he hasn’t been seen sneaking into the girls bathroom as he locks the door behind him.
“What are you doing?”
“I came to see if you were okay. You rushed off like you were upset.”
“I’m fine” you say, not knowing how convincing it would be. You take a step backwards, away from him, leaning against the sink behind you.
“I can tell your lying Y/N” he pushes, knowing he wasn’t going to leave until you gave him an answer.
“Jug… I’m just sick of lying. I hate hiding”
“Y/N…”
“No, Jug, I know. You aren’t comfortable with everyone knowing. It’s just… Did you see them out there? They aren’t scared of showing others how they feel”
“They aren’t friends with Cheryl” he whispers under his breath, as if he was hoping you wouldn’t hear him.

“I’m not scared of her Juggy! I don’t care what she thinks about you, what she would think about us. She does not matter. She won’t make me feel any less about you.” He looks down at his feet for a second. Breathing deeply as he sighs, thinking things over. You both stand there for a few seconds in pure silence.

“Are you ashamed of being seen with me?”
“What?” he asks paniced, finally looking up from his feet.
“Are you ashamed of me because I’m friends with someone like Cheryl? Because I’m a Vixen? Because…”
In a rush he walks over to you, pushing his lips hard against yours. It takes you a second to regain yourself but you soon kiss back. His hands fumble to your waist, gripping you tightly. Sloppily his lips start to roam around your jaw, going down your neck. His lips sucking on sensitive spots as you try to moan quietly, hoping no one would hear you. Your breathing hitches as you hear him whisper against your skin. “I could never be ashamed of you”. His lips returning to yours. He bites your bottom lip as his hands lift your waist, placing you on the edge of the sink you had been leaning on. Your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer as one hand wraps around his shoulders, the other roaming to his hair. You pull off his benie, pushing it onto the floor as you begin to roam your hands through his hair, occationally pulling lightly which makes him moan against your lips. His moans get louder and you roll your hips against him.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here” you say breathlessly against his lips, he mumbles a reply which you don’t fully understand, too immersed in the moment.
  
Knock Knock

“Y/N?” Veronica asks from outside the bathroom. “Are you okay?”
“Shit” Jughead whispers, a smile planted on his lips as he looks at you. “I guess no hiding now” he smiles with relief, just as happy as you were to tell the truth. The only problem with opening the door was Veronica’s constant asking if we fucked on the bathroom sink.


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anonymous asked:

do u know any lgbt arab movies u can recommend ?

This list is of queer middle eastern films that include queer arab films

Circumstance (2011) - film explores love and sexual rebellion between two women under the watchful eye of the government and through family dynamics in modern day Iran.

Caramel (2007) - “a beauty salon in Beirut is a safe haven for five women in this Lebanese romantic comedy. Follows the love lives of five Lebanese women, one of them is the stylist Rima who does not know how to handle her attraction to a female client.

Mondial 2010 (2014) - “is a film on love and place. A Lebanese gay couple decides to take a road trip to Ramallah. The film is recorded with their camera as they chronicle their journey. The viewers are invited through the couple’s conversations into the universe of a fading city.” In reality Lebanese cannot drive to Ramallah as they are forbidden into Israel and this plays with the significance of a same-sex relationship in the Middle East and what it means to be a queer Middle Eastern.

Lola and Billy the Kid (1999) - “Murat, the youngest son of a conservative Turkish family, is struggling with his sexuality as well as with the demands of his patriarchal older brother. When Murat meets with Lola – his estranged brother who now is a drag queen – and her macho Turkish lover, Billy the Kid, he finds himself drawn into a dangerous new world. 

Oriented (2015) - feature documentary that follows the lives of three gay Palestinian friends confronting their national and sexual identity in Tel Aviv.

Fifi Howls From Happiness (2014) - “I will tell you my life story so that no idiot will write my biography the way it suits them,” says legendary gay Iranian artist Bahman Mohassess in this documentary about his life. 

A Jihad For Love (2007) - feature documentary to explore the complex global intersections between Islam and homosexuality. This movie focuses on Islam in multiple regions of the world rather than just the Middle East.

Mixed Kebab (2012) - centers around a TurkisH character and talks about the struggles of being a gay poc in a conservative Muslim household in a western country and having to defy middle eastern expectations of you. Best of all, the ending is a happy one!

I Say Dust (2015) - “Two Arab-American women in New York City fall in love, argue home and identity, engage in a chess battle, and express themselves through the power of the spoken word. 'I Say Dust’ explores poetry in cinema through the story of Hal, a poet belonging to the Palestinian diaspora in NYC, who meets Moun, a free-spirited chess boards sales girl. Their brief love affair challenges their understanding of what makes home.”

Note: There are more LGBT films produced and directed by Israelis but I don’t recommend them. They pinkwash Israel’s violent acts towards Palestinians by diverting your attention and targeting the queer audience, in specific, to claims that Israel supports LGBTQ (lesbian, gay, bisexual, trans and queer) rights. 

The films usually depict a Palestinian struggling with their sexuality and their community’s rejection of their identity and a “free” Israeli that fall in love and Tel Aviv is the safe haven for their love. Basically using representation that Arabs are savage and Israelis are here to free us. 

Truth is there is no rainbow bedazzled hole in the Israeli West Bank Wall that allows you a free access to ‘freedom’ if your ass is queer. When they bomb Gaza they are bombing Palestinian including queers one. Besides the fact that they are killing us, this just shows their LGBTQ rights  (all their human rights) are just a show to divert your attention and this is effectively done through media including movies. This is why I do not recommend Israeli queer films depicting the Middle East.

This sign was placed on the edge of the main stage at Outside the Frame: Queers for Palestine Film Festival in San Francisco 

ASOF: Redeye.

A/N; This is my new series! ASOF means a series of firsts. I really hope you like it, don’t worry I won’t leave you hanging for too long. ;) <3

Pairing: ScottMccallxOC

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: NSFW.

Word count: 6,862

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Phil fucking Dan from behind, holding a belt around his throat to keep him in place. Dan’s been on edge for so long he’s boneless, settling his weight entirely on his spread knees and the leather around his neck, relaxing into it even as his breath comes shorter and shorter with each thrust from Phil.

Eventually Dan sinks his teeth into his lip, the sting providing some sort of sharp sensation to focus on, or else he feels like he’ll drift away like an untethered balloon. Phil’s cock is hot and hard and filling him up just right and so, so good and Dan’s vision is crackling at the edges, his head swimming from the intoxicating mixture of too good and not enough. He doesn’t realize he’s bitten through his lip until he tastes copper on his tongue and moans with it. Phil’s answering growl is loud in his ears, reverberating through his chest and making his insides twist deliciously.

Phil slides the belt up from his neck, ignoring Dan’s whine of protest, instead settling it between his teeth.

“Stupid whores don’t bleed until their masters tell them to,” Phil bites, and Dan’s head spins even farther out of orbit from that one sentence alone. He cums all across his own chest and the bedspread, his lips stretched around bloodied leather and a silent scream as he feels Phil release inside of him moments later.

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Let Me Warm Your Heart Part 1

Word Count : 2,200

 Warnings : None 

 Summary: Y/N is tasked with a mission to keep the weird Barebone family in check. But things don’t always go as they are planned. After all, love always chooses those paths which are the least predictable. 

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The balmy weather was nice enough to warrant a visit to Central Park, a picnic would have been the ideal activity for this breezy summer day. The flowers were in full bloom and the air hung heavy with the smell of food, probably wafting from the hot-dog vendor standing nearby. Ignoring her growling stomach, Y/N glanced up at the clear skies before shrugging away thoughts of an imagined holiday. Vacations were a luxury Aurors couldn’t afford, especially not in such turbulent times. 

She refocused her attention on the gathering crowd ahead of her, as the New Salem Philanthropic Society commenced another of its infamous rallies. Y/N effectively merged within the crowd, nonchalantly staring at the flyer she had been handed. The Barebone woman continued spewing vitriol against witches and magic, assuring them that the threat was very really. Y/N’s watchful eyes swept across the crowd once, before settling on the leader of the Second Salemers as she urged the gathered people to watch out for the lurking darkness that hid so cleverly among ‘us’! Mentally, Y/N scoffed wondering how many actually believed this supposed gibberish. But disbelief was good, disbelief kept her kind safe. And above all, it was her job to keep that disbelief unwaveringly constant. 

She shifted a few paces ahead, before blocking herself from Mary Lou’s line of vision behind a man wearing a rather outlandish top hat. She continued her observation, staring at the two daughters standing beside the woman. The elder one, Chastity stood primly, projecting an image of trained etiquette and polite interest. The younger one Modesty, meanwhile, shuffled onto the steps of the bank where the rally was being held, mumbling a song and fidgeting to its tune. 

 Y/N gaze then shifted to the eldest of the Barebone children, Credence. He stood amongst the crowd, handing out flyers with shouty capitals, blaring the NSPS anti-witch propaganda. He must be quite tall, Y/N mused, as her eyes assessed the lanky boy. But he seemed shorter with the pronounced hunch with which he carried himself. Almost as if he could disappear into nothingness if he tried hard enough. 

 It had come as a surprise to Y/N when her fellow colleague Tina Goldstein had been removed from Auror services. For jeopardising their safety by violating the International Statute of Secrecy’s provisions nonetheless! Tina was a stickler for rules and for the number of cases that they had partnered together, Y/N knew her to be thorough and efficient. How she ended up losing her steam over the Barebones and subsequently losing her job as well, was a mystery. 

 What came as a greater surprise however, was when Director Graves summoned her in his office. He assigned her the responsibility of keeping an eye over the Barebones, ensuring that the safety of the wizarding community was not threatened by the enflamed speeches of an overenthusiastic zealot. While she was of the opinion that there was no harm in keeping a watchful eye over this fanatic, there was something in the way the Barebone boy carried himself that kept drawing Y/N’s attention. 

 Not one for distractions, she changed places again, this time edging towards the back of the crowd. Her gaze trained itself on the speaker again as she withdrew from the dense crowd, making sure that Mary Lou didn’t notice her. In her effort to appear inconspicuous, she didn’t realise until it was too late as she stumbled across someone’s feet. Though the force was not near enough to knock the person down, it did displace the dozens of sheets that the person was carrying. No, not sheets, flyers to be exact. 

 When had Credence slipped to the back, Y/N wondered, as they both crouched down to gather the scattered flyers. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise you were standing here. I was in a rush to get back to work. I hope I didn’t hurt you?” she gave an apologetic smile having managed to collect a few of the papers, handing them to the gaping boy. He stared at her for a moment as their fingers brushed each other, before swallowing audibly and said, “N-no. It was, m-my fault. I shouldn’t have been…standing here. Y-you didn’t hurt me. S-s-sorry!” he stuttered nervously as tingles surged from his fingers where they had accidentally touched Y/N’s.

 She waved away his apology before smiling brightly and said, “No worries. I do hope you are alright though”, glancing at her watch she muttered under breath before continuing, “I have to go now, lunch time is almost over. I’ll see you later then! Have a good day!” she waved breezily before crossing the road and disappearing in the bustling crowd. He turned around to face the rally once more, warmth enveloping his being at the possibility of meeting the kind and pretty woman again. But the sight in front of him made his stomach fill with dread and he paled visibly. His mother was staring at him, malice dripping from her gaze; it would suffice to say that she was not at all happy with him.

                                                                      ****

 Y/N cursed herself as she hurried towards her cabin in the MACUSA. That interaction should not have happened. It was vital for the assignment that the Barebones remain unaware of her, as much as possible. It was a lapse of judgement on her part when she struck up a conversation with the boy. It would have been easier, wiser even, had she just walked away without stopping. People tended to forget faces of rude strangers stumbling across their toes as opposed to polite strangers helping them out. But on seeing him she couldn’t bring it in herself to act the part. 

 Y/N cursed herself again as she stumbled in her cabin, sinking wearily into the chair as she pulled the nearest sheaf of papers towards her. She would have to lie low for a while, make sure that her absence and the flow of time did away any traces of recognition from the boy’s mind. Sighing loudly, she read through the paperwork before signing a few and tearing away one or two. A head popped into her cabin, followed by the appearance of a smiling brunette. “Hello Miss Workaholic! Having a long day?” Y/N spared a glance from her work before giving up the day as one of the worse ones. “Abernathy”, she acknowledged his presence but that didn’t mean she had to have a conversation with him. 

 She continued staring at the application for an early release from detainment, not grasping a single letter of the 700 word document, hoping against hope that the man would just let her be. “Tough case?” Apparently not. “Not really.” Curtness and a calm demeanour was the key in such scenarios. “Care to join me for lunch? I was just about to pop out and was hoping you could join me. It’s a lovely day and you shouldn’t waste it cooped up in….” She cut him abruptly, “I’m sorry I can’t. As you can see I’m a bit busy at the moment. Paperwork does make the day long and it won’t complete by itself however much I charm my quills. They haven’t invented the artificial intelligence ones yet I’m afraid.” To hell with calmness, today was just not her day! 

 Abernathy gave her a disappointed look before saying, “Well another time I suppose. Oh by the way, Director Graves wanted to see you.” He casually mentioned that as if they were discussing the weather, the oaf! “And you are telling me now! I better see what he wants…” Y/N closed the file before exiting the cabin, Abernathy in tow. “I thought you were popping out for lunch?” She questioned her unwanted companion as he tagged along. He came to a stop as if remembering it suddenly, “Why yes. I..I shall be going then?” He questioned as if seeking permission. But Y/N had long since disappeared, his question echoing emptily across the hallway. 


 Y/N hurried towards the upper echelons of MACUSA hoping against hope that she hadn’t made the Director of Magical Security wait for too long. She wondered whether she had unwittingly jinxed herself in the morning or got up on the wrong side of the bed. Or perhaps it was the neighbour’s pet Kneazle crossing her path with a pinpointed hiss. Mr Smith had always envied her for bagging the road side apartment (something about better natural light) and she wouldn’t put it past him to rub some bad luck potion on his pet in the off chance that it stumbled across her. All in all, the day was going down in the dumps by the looks of it.

 When she knocked and entered Percival Graves’ posh cabin, this theory was further bolstered. He was staring at her with a stormy expression, rubbing his temples in a weary manner. “I had hoped you would reach here the moment I called upon you. Tardiness is unbefitting of an Auror of your stature.” His voice was low and razor sharp, cutting the air with the accuracy of a newly sharpened blade. Donning her best professional visage, Y/N answered in a voice smooth as silk, “My apologies Director Graves. I just returned from observing the targets you had assigned me and when I received the message from Mr Abernathy, I came immediately.”

 Her boss stared at her, taking her words in and making her uncomfortable under his intense scrutiny before saying in a voice that seemed louder as well as distant from the room they were occupying, “Ms Y/L/N I presume that you are not keeping any written accounts of this assignment?” This had been one of the conditions of the case and had made Y/N’s spine tingle with unease. Undocumented missions ensured the highest amount of confidentiality, but at the same time there was a danger of increased responsibility on the Auror. The Director could very well wash his hands off in case things went awry and Y/N would be stuck in inquiries faster than you could say Protego, with no real means of an escape. 

 "Yes sir" she answered him, maintaining the façade of calmness. “Good. Though it isn’t a matter of grave concern at the moment, it is imperative on your part that you keep a close eye on them without anyone knowing what you are up to.” She nodded once, showing her acquiescence. “Y/N” he called out. She was thrown off guard by the casual manner in which he addressed her. So very unlike the strict, non nonsense man known as Percival Graves. “You are a valued part of the MACUSA, your skills are unparalleled even amongst our best on field Aurors. You were top of your class and it is a privilege that you chose to work with us instead of your native Ministry of Magic. You will definitely go places.”

 Y/N swelled with pride at the praise but a tingle of worry skittered across her conscious. There was something wrong with this. “Thank you, Sir. It’s an honour…” “However, you should be careful of the path upon which you tread. A careless mistake and it could cost you your career. I would be sorry if you followed into the footsteps of Ms Goldstein.” His eyes bore into her, considering her the way a hunter may look upon his prey. The nerve of this man! He was openly threatening her as if she were in the wrong! Steeling herself Y/N replied, “I assure you Sir that something like that will never happen as long as I’m on this case.” She stared into brown eyes, a challenge in her gaze. “Very well. I will expect the usual verbal report the next time you find anything of note.” Noting the unspoken dismissal, Y/N gave a curt nod before excusing herself out of the room.

 She hurried towards the sanctuary of her cabin. The moment she entered it, she locked the door, put a muffling charm on the room and extracted the tiny pair floral earrings from her ears. Setting them carefully on her desk, she waved her wand in the air carefully but nothing happened. She gave a sigh of relief, atleast she was free from worrying about any external unwanted snooping. She then tapped the earrings carefully, a muttered incantation under her breath. The earrings sputtered for a moment before echoing in a voice frighteningly similar to the Director of Magical Security, “I would be sorry if you followed into the footsteps of Ms Goldstein.“ 

 Y/N let out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding. Who knew learning to enchant everyday items that could record her magical lectures would one day help her in this manner? Graves may have thought himself too brilliant to hoodwink, but she had a few tricks up her sleeve. Slipping on the earrings again, Y/N’s mind went over the conversation once again. Her intuition had been correct. Something about the Barebones was making Graves anxious, so much that he went to the length of threatening her to ensure that the case went smoothly. The picture was too hazy to discern any meaning from currently. But Y/N vowed that she wouldn’t rest till she got to the bottom of this.


 A/N: Hah, this was supposed to be a one shot. Though turning it into a series doesn’t seem that bad of an idea. This is a filler chapter, where I’m setting the scene for the oncoming plot. Hope you guys liked my first venture into the fbawtft universe. Please excuse any typos and let me know how you found it. Gif credits to the owner. ~mystical reading nerd

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messing around with the witch au lovesquare in some pretty color palettes from this