#[ But yeah here have a long drabble with lots of ideas I threw in :) ]

[wolfpackmuses]

The Wrath of Satan. A "short" drabble by Zombie.

Heavily inspired by No Longer You from EPIC The Musical

Heavy breathing was all that came from the man. Clutching himself, kneeling on the ground, knowing that someone was watching over him. There was darkness... it was cold, a place that had nothing around. But a place that reeked of death and destruction. Had... he caused this? Had the man caused all of this?

He looked up from the ground at the being above him, shaking, but getting to his feet clutching his side still to try and slow the bleeding that may have been occurring. Neither said a word, both staring at each other, the large being's orange eyes glowing in the darkness. Soon... a step forward. Then another. And another. The being stepped into what little light there was... a white dragon, beautiful in every way, but with piercing orange eyes that glared at the man. In judgment.

❝I am the prophet with the answers you seek... child, speak, and I shall answer what you would like to know,❞ a booming voice said shaking the ground and the man to their core. The man brushed a bit of brown hair out of his face, light blue eyes staring into the orange ones that glared back at him. Something about the dragon was... relieving. Comforting.

But at the same time? The man knew there was more than met the eye here. The man knew he was on the brink of death. Where he was after the battle, he wasn't sure. But all he could think about, all he could remember was the faces of his comrades that stood by him in uniform. Clashing with swords for a cause... whether or not it was noble, was yet to be seen. And he couldn't tell whether or not what he had done was worth it at the end of the day. All he knew... was that he was leaving the world behind.

And, in turn... his wife. His brother.

❝Where am I?❞ the man asked quietly.

The dragon said nothing but swooped its tail across the ground, having it curl behind the man, bringing him closer, the head of said dragon not changing in expression. It said nothing because the dragon knew that the man knew.

❝I've seen your past life, I've seen the one you romanced... I've seen the sacrifices you've made, the betrayals that have fallen upon you...❞ the dragon commented, ❝I know of your brother, what he has done...❞

The man became visibly angry at the words of the dragon, his hands moving into fists as anger began to build inside of him. While he knew there was more to this than what the dragon had said so far, he was far too impatient to find out what it was. He wanted answers and now.

❝What does this have to do with my question?!❞ he roared, to which the dragon stopped briefly. The eyes narrowed, the tail wrapped tightly around the man and began to lift him into the air so the two could be eye to eye. The dragon could see the fury building inside of the man, the man he had known would come this way sooner or later...

❝Is this how you wish to live your life, Satan? To live out your final moments in anger? In rage of something you can not control?❞ the dragon asked coldly and used their tail to begin to squeeze harder, Satan beginning to choke, struggling to get free, ❝I've seen your home covered in red, faces of men who think you're dead.. I see your wife with a man who haunts with a past she does not recognize...❞

Satan gasped out, staring up at the dragon as his rage reached a boiling point.

❝WHO?! WHO IS IT?!❞ he roared once more.

The dragon stopped briefly... and began to smile. A deep, sickening smile...

❝Tell me Satan... would you be willing to sacrifice yourself for the safety of your family, your wife?❞ the dragon asked to which Satan nodded up and down.

❝I would do anything for them,❞ he whispered.

❝Shall you live out your life full of rage... of anger?❞ the dragon asked to which Satan began to turn pale white in the face, struggling still to get free.

❝What do you mean? No! Of course not! I would never!❞ he spat back to which the dragon began to chuckle.

❝Oh, Satan you poor soul... if only you knew your fate was sealed the moment you found yourself here. You should have considered the number of innocent lives you took in your rage, the number of people you broke because of a simple misunderstanding, the times you simply could not control your anger, leading to those around you being hurt,❞ the dragon snarled softly, ❝You don't deserve salvation, you never did... Your wrath overtook your personality... and you never were able to recover.❞

In that moment, a transformation began to take place. The man that had once been in the grasp of the white dragon was dropped suddenly, Satan smashing into the floor. His body began to change, contouring into something that wasn't him. Red began to take over his body, and soon a tail was added, bits of yellow and orange, before finally reaching his head. And with those final moments... the transformation was complete. In the place of an injured man from battle now kneeled a red dragon. The newest of Sins to join the rings of Hell. And the four yellow eyes of fury stared right back at the dragon that had caused such a transformation.

❝You will have plenty of time to reflect on your actions in life with your new position in Hell. Give Lucifer my best regards,❞ the dragon commented coldly as a portal soon opened and Satan began to be dragged down into Wrath.

❝You son of a bitch, I'll make you pay for this you motherfucker!! I'll end you! I WILL END YOU!!!❞ were Satan's last words before he was dragged completely into the Wrath ring. Taking his place as the newest Sin within Hell's ranks, all the while the white dragon stayed put, contemplating...

Who would be next to join the ranks of Hell?

[thebunnyslibrary]

Bucky Barnes Valentine's Drabble ❤️

wc. ~1500

pairing. Bucky x Curvy!Reader

summary. Reader is alone and in the gym on Valentine's Day of all days. Until the man of her dreams Bucky Barnes wanders in and offers to be her sparring partner...

an. I had a last minute idea for a drabble......that then morphed into TWO ideas!! Bucky is first up and I have another idea with Loki that I should hope to finish in the next couple of days. (PS I haven't forgotten my last Ficmas fic. I just kind of hit a wall and i'm still struggling to get over it. Maybe this will help.)

Also big shout out to @chasingmidnights for helping inspire me today ❤️

Going to the gym wasn't exactly your first choice of things to start your Valentine’s Day; but here you were. You preferred to come early early, still dark out early, for two reasons. First for being a bit of an early riser yourself. Usually not as early as you were today, but enough that in the summer, you were able to hear the birds sing at breakfast.

 The second that there were less people to stare at you. Confident as you were in your curves, the world had not gotten used to the idea of fat people working out in gyms NOT to lose weight add you’d rather not start today, of all days, that way. Valentine’s Day. You had no real hatred for it. But you did get a little jealous sometimes when you walked in the office and saw so many other desks littered with flowers and candies. But you couldn’t recall a time someone had sent you so much as a single rose.

This year, you’d decided to take the self-care route. You’d ordered takeout last night and tucked it away in the fridge for tonight, along with a slice of your favorite cheesecake from the old-fashioned delicatessen down the street (family owned since the days Tony’s father running Stark Industries). You’d chosen not to weep for your singleness but instead use it as a night of rest and recovery. A good meal, a nice book and your favorite vinyl record along with a long soak in the tub were you self-loves tonight…and your now charging vibrator would take care of the other kind too.  You just had to make it through the day.

                Even though you were a desk jockey, there was a physical exam all SWORD agents had to pass. You weren't extraordinarily physically gifted, but you could kick but in Just Dance when you wanted to. Unfortunately, the virtual reality sparring simulator at the Avengers compound certainly wasn't as fun as silly dance moves to 70s music in your apartment You knew sparring with the examiner wouldn't be like this, but you had no one else to spar with. And that was where Bucky found you.  

"If you'd like I can practice with you, agent." He’d startled you as you quickly removed the virtual reality headset and turned to see him standing there. It was amazing how well he fit into modern clothing.  He was wearing a sleeveless shirt, showing off this metal arm. You’d never seen his arm this closes and you were in awe of the Wakandan craftsmanship. You'd long admired the former assassin, but never thought in a million years he'd notice you. He was the dark contrast to Captain America, the golden boy. Both were incredibly handsome but there was something mysterious about him that drew you to him. You could easily see why he’d been a lady’s man in the 40s. And you were just a desk clerk. You couldn’t compete with the women, all of whom looked like super models, that threw themselves at him.

You looked around, not seeing any one else and turned back to him, standing there and looking at you, a genuine smile on his face. You nodded and quietly responded.

"Uh...yeah. that would be nice."

Sparring with Bucky gave you a much better experience. Being able to actually fight someone who was there instead of just a simulation felt great. Even though you were sure Bucky was taking it easy on you, you were a lot stronger than you thought, not to mention quick. You were able to duck and dodge and lay a few quick jabs to his chest. And that was nothing compared to how confident you felt, and how good Bucky looked. He seemed to be enjoying himself, a smile never leaving his face. Once or twice you’d stared a little too long and he’d gotten a few jabs in, but you recovered quickly. 

 At one point he had his arms around you in a hold and you were amazed how warm he felt. His chest brushed against your back and you let out a little gasp that you prayed to God he didn't hear. But you saw the smirk play at his lips.

"Sorry, doll. I run a little warm cause of the serum."

"It's alright.” You said, sheepishly. “Your touch actually feels nice." You bit your cheek as you realized how wrong that probably was to say. To your surprise, Bucky didn’t mention it.

"Well the best way to pass a test is with the proper tools. Not with Tony’s toys." He said, rolling his eyes. “And your touch feels good too.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise before he continued “You’ve got a good strong grip.” He shot you a wink and you couldn’t begin to process what he meant when the sparring resumed. Bucky and you trained for a good hour or so and by the end you felt much better about the exam.

Bucky also took the time to show you a few new self-defense maneuvers. He was demonstrating a quick way to hit someone in the gut before raising your hands up to hit them in the face.

"It's one fluid movement." He guided your arms. By now you were CERTAINLY used to his touch. Especially in moments like now where you when his arms where wrapped around you to guide you.  You'd never felt more safe and secure.

"Like this...." You jabbed your elbows backwards before swinging are your arms up, hands closed together and you FELT the contact against Bucky’s nose as you'd executed the move perfectly. But your pride turned to panic as Bucky grunted, then started a fit of coughing as you realized what you’d done.

"Holy shit. Oh my God. I mean... oh shit. Uhm. Captain America is gunna kill me.... Sargent Barnes uhm...sir...?? Are you okay??"

Bucky coughed a few more times, before his breathing finally shallowed. His hand was clutch his nose, now paying attention to that and feeling to make sure it wasn't broken before he finally spoke to you.

“Well doll, I certainly didn't expect you to knock the wind out of me twice in one day. But I'll take it. And you can just call me Bucky.” He said and you felt like you were going to faint. Had he just said what you thought he did?

"Wha...what...? Twice?" you said in disbelief.

“Sure doll.” Bucky admitted. “First was when I walked In here today.  Though I have to say you've done it a few times before that" he admitted. “Like the other day when I dropped off that paperwork and you looked so beautiful in your blue dress.” He bit his lip, recalling the memory.

“You're not. You're not serious, right?” He couldn’t be.

“Yeah. Uhm. I am doll. I’ve been wanting to say something for a while but I was worried you were scared of me.”  Your heart twinged a little and you gently placed your hand on his mechanical arm.

“Not at all Bucky. In fact, I’ve liked you for some time as I just…didn’t think you’d notice me. You could have any girl you want and I’m just a desk clerk.” You said. “Not a supermodel or a superhero. Or anything special."

“Hey listen to me. You’re absolutely gorgeous doll. Why do you think I’m the one that’s always bringing you everyone else’s paperwork.” You thought for a moment before you realized it was true. You’d never noticed it but while you often saw other Avengers dropping off work to someone else, whenever something had to come to you, Bucky was always the one to bring it. “It’s the highlight of my day when I get to see you. His words, full of honesty and admiration made your heart swell. He placed his flesh hand over yours and squeezed it tight. You gazed into the crystal blue pools of his eyes as he broke the moment.

“Besides everyone knows it’s desk clerks that makes the world go round. Trust me, My ma worked as a secretary for a while. The stories she could’ve told.” You both laughed at that and you loved his laugh. You weren’t sure you’d ever heard him really laugh before. It wasn’t as deep or boisterous as Thor’s. Rather it pattered and reminded you of summer’s rain on a wooden roof. And you loved the way his shoulders shook, even if it wasn’t that big of a laugh.

“Listen, doll, I know it's super last minute...and if you didn’t already have plans tonight… I We'll never get a reservation anywhere. But you could come back to my place and I could cook you dinner? Maybe we can watch a movie?” Bucky asked. You smiled and happily replied.

                “It's a date.”

[onboardsorasora]

I was re reading that Drabble of Maxiel’s Baby and I don’t about you but I think Noah should have a sibiling hahaha

Oh Bestie you just know the words to derail my brain don't you?? Of course I couldn't just....not think about it lol I banged this one out, I have not reread it so I hope its ok lmao

This is set in the universe of this birthday party and this drabble

Daniel had giggled when he pressed ‘post’ on the photoset, the picture of him napping front and centre. He hadn’t been joking when he said Vegas was exhausting– the completely odd hours, the long wait during free practices. It had been a lot of events crammed into a very short space of time. 

Daniel had just thought he was being old and cranky with how tired he was. He’d declined every invite to go party, kissed Max’s pouting lips and sagged with relief in their hotel suite. It wasn’t until he saw the videos of Lewis and Fernando having a blast that he thought maybe he shouldn’t have been as tired as he was. 

It didn’t too matter– he’d been delirious that one Friday and when Pyry had suggested power naps to combat the exhaustion, Daniel had happily closed his eyes and slipped his head on Blake’s unwilling shoulder.

Now as the fireworks went off in Abu Dhabi to usher in the end of the season, Daniel idly knew Max was on his way from one media pen to another– doing double duty as race winner and champ. Daniel would wait for him in their room. Once he finished his commitments here at the track, he’d collect Noah from Geri (no doubt his presence was already triggering the ole ‘we should have another’ conversation between the Horners). And then they would go to take a nap in the big bed while they waited for Papa.

Or that would be the plan, if he could ever stop puking his intestines up.

He’d been in there for just under fifteen minutes already. Because that's about as long as the fireworks show in AD normally lasts. Blake was outside the door, he’d knocked a few times and Daniel had answered with groans. He knew if he didn’t answer with human words soon, Blake was going to call Max. 

When he felt vaguely human again– this took give or take another ten minutes– Daniel flushed the toilet and rinsed his mouth out in the sink. He felt rung out, even more dehydrated than at the end of the race. His face was pale and splotchy, yeah he looked sick as fuck. There would be no hiding it. 

With a shaking hand, he unlocked the door. Blake stood by, along with Pyry and Franz. The three of them looked alarmed at his pallor. There was a flurry of movement and before Daniel knew it, he was in his driver’s room and a nurse was taking his blood pressure. 

“Guys, I’m fine. Probably like just a bit dehydrated or something.” Daniel mumbled, they were being complete mother hens and they needed to quit before someone got the dumb idea of pulling Max from his media commitments.

“Nah mate, this is more than just dehydration.” Blake mumbled, he looked as worried as when Daniel had broken his hand. Of course, this wasn’t anything like that.

“You’ve been really tired lately–” Pyry started.

“Yeah– Vegas was shit. Everyone was tired.” Daniel cut in.

“But you were like….way more tired.” Blake mumbled, Daniel rolled his eyes. “Danny, you were napping everywhere. Like literally everyone has pictures of you sleeping. It's like ‘where's lando’ all over again.” Blake threw his arms up in exasperation.

“I’m fine.” Daniel insisted. “Maybe my iron’s low or something.”

They all bickered (much to Franz’s amusement) and pretty much ignored the nurse as she jotted down his vitals and then started scrolling through an ipad.

“Daniel, you gave your updated blood sample this weekend, correct?” The nurse asked and Daniel nodded, eyes wide from being cut off from whatever childish retort he was going to give Blake. He had stopped by the medical bay Thursday morning like they had asked. He’d given a new sample in Austin, when they cleared him to race. But in Vegas, Blake had received an email asking for a new sample. They didn’t think anything of it, this happened all the time. 

The nurse scrolled on her ipad again and bit her lip, before looking at all the people in the room staring back at her. 

“Was there something wrong with that sample too?” Daniel asked, trying to lead her into telling them what she found. Her reaction wasn’t good. It wasn't bad but it wasn't good either.

“Uhm, maybe some privacy?” She asked, her voice tight.

“No it's fine” he sighed, they’d all hear about it– whatever it is. Blake was his manager, Pyry was his interim trainer. Franz was his boss, well ex boss. All people who needed to know details about his health and wellbeing.

“Well, um.” She bit her lip and seemed very uncomfortable. Daniel sighed, preparing for the worst. “Congratulations? You're pregnant.” the nurse winced awkwardly. Daniel’s eyes widened comically. Blake’s mouth dropped open.

“Oh shit!”

All eyes turned to the door to see Max’s surprised form with his arm up poised to knock on the door. His wide blue eyes found Daniel’s and the largest grin cracked open his face. Franz clapped Max on the shoulder and ushered the poor nurse out of the room. Pyry shuffled Blake out and closed the door behind them.

“Noah’s gonna be a big brother?” Max whispered and Daniel smiled wetly. Max sat on the couch beside him and collected Daniel into his arms. 

“I’m pregnant?” Daniel whispered in awe as bits and pieces of the last few weeks started to make sense. “I guess I should lay off the red bulls for now, huh?”

“Yeah. We, of course, don’t want the baby coming out with fucking wings as advertised.” Max giggled and Daniel snorted into his shoulder. Daniel clung to him a bit longer before easing back and staring into wet blue eyes.

“You’re gonna be a Papa again.”

Max surged forward and kissed him. He was so happy.

Of course, this changed a lot of things. There were many contracts that now needed to be broken, many clauses rewritten. A new baby changed so many things. But that was for the future; the Max and Daniel of tomorrow. 

For now, they were going to bask in the knowledge that they were expecting. Then they would go into the garage where, no doubt, all of Alpha Tauri already know– because Franz was a huge gossip queen. And then after accepting all of their congratulations, they would go to the Red Bull garage where, of course, Helmut has already told Christian and all the guys there because Hemult was nothing if not Franz’s partner in crime.

Tonight they will enjoy it. They will take their son home and cuddle him in bed. Tomorrow they can start the planning. 

[postfluxedlalnasuggestions]

SURVEY

(Minor TW for: Blood/Gore mention, Alcoholism)

(Lalna discovers the survey released from @yogscastshipbracket , hehe. a drabble I made for funsies)

Lalna woke to the sound of his device going off on the coffee table beside him. He had fallen asleep on the couch after another of his usual drinking sessions, the empty bottles scattered on the floor. Drool dried and stained the pillow he laid on, and his hair was a tangled mess.

How long was he out this time? Was he even sober yet?

He lazily reached for his communicator from where he laid. Sleep was still looming over him, threatening Lalna to close his eyes, but he persisted with blurry vision. After a couple of attempts, he finally got it. He flipped it open, getting flashed by its bright screen, then read the notification with squinty eyes.

SURVEY_024.GF

PLEASE RESPOND

Lalna raised an eyebrow. Well, this is new. There wasn't much going on around here anymore, so who would send out a random ass survey? Maybe it was the HATs going back to their scamming bullshit? It has been a while since he heard anything from them.

He decided to open it. Why not? Worst thing to happen was either some shitty virus or getting hacked. He's dealt with a lot worse.

Right away, nothing struck him as interesting. He was mostly confused, unsure where it was going. He almost closed it and considered giving in to sleep's taunts.

Until…

Have you watched Yoglabs?

Lalna's gut twisted, and sleep ran on its heels, leaving him wide awake. If he wasn't sober before, he definitely was now.

Slowly, he sat up, reading ahead. Did he... miss something? Lalna knew he was unintentionally isolating himself, but…

Did you drink the coffee?

A bitter taste hit Lalna's tongue as memories of terrible coffee in the break room flooded in. The smell of burning followed close behind as the coffee machine broke down yet again. He secretly missed it.

Is the chip in your neck active?

Lalna instinctively scratched the back of his. Imagery of a computer chip breaking through bloodied skin popped into his mind, and nausea quickly wormed up his throat. Not because of the gruesome imagery.

No.

The mere idea of being chipped scared him more.

Was that a thing they had? Would it really be shocking if it was? Xephos held a lot of secrets, afterall, and if Lalna was a clone...

He shook his head hard. He can't think of this right now.

Were you aware that Yoglabs was nuked, there should be no signals coming in, or out?

Of course he was. Lalna was there when it happened. He barely escaped it. Yoglabs shouldn't be functioning.

○ This survey shouldn't have reached anyone's eyes.

○ Perhaps it just reached you?

○ Or maybe everyone. Who's to say!

○ You really shouldn't worry about it.

Something about that wording struck Lalna's core. As if a roach crawled on his hand, he chucked his communicator across the room and curled into the corner of the couch, watching it hit the cabin wall and land on the ground. His breathing was erratic as his heart thumped in his chest rapidly, along with his thoughts.

What was the point of this? Was someone trying to bring Yoglabs back?

What could Lalna do about that? If it didn't pertain to here, then it wasn't any of his concern. Right?

No. That'd be literally impossible.

Yoglabs is gone. Xephos is dead, and the cloning facility is gone with him. Everything was destroyed. Not a trace left behind. Lalnable made sure of that.

Unless, it wasn't his Yoglabs. Like that text group he got randomly added to. Everyone in there was from elsewhere. Different timelines and universes. Maybe this is a similar situation.

Lalna stared at the device sat on the floor across from him. He gnawed on his lower lip and fiddled with his flux-scarred hands.

Yeah, there's no way he could just sit idly after that.

Getting up, Lalna picked up his communicator (it seemed intact, despite how hard he threw it), then headed down to the basement, which became his makeshift lab overtime. Best place to start was to find the source of this survey.

Where would he go from there? Not even Lalna knew himself. He turned on his computer, the machine humming to life, and began his search.

[dizzy-n-busy]

(holy fuck this is nerve wracking)

I wanna do things here so I suppose introductions are in order - the minds a lovely audience but far too one-sided for my liking...💧

Indulge me, yeah?

“ ★ °•°• „

Greetings! You can call me Dizz (or jus Dizzy) !!

I use any and all pronouns, you can refer to me by whichever you see me as :0

(literally - he, she, they - it doesn't really matter to me)

I'm a Mexican-American Pansexual mess who has bad social anxiety, so please bee nice to me 💪💪

„ °•°• ★ ”

Pleasures of the Mind (likes)

Audio stories and artists, such as

Redacted Audio, YuuriVoice, Jouska, Obsidian Lantern, Reverie Audios, Mr. Laveau (new artist, highly recommend) etc.

Suffering creatively (I draw and write)

Making friends/talkin abt my passions with ppl who share the same passions

I have tendencies for prattling on abt my fixations which seem psychoanalytical and long winded... (Sorry)

I write a lot of things; more along the lines of drabbles, one-shots, headcanons and questions (I'm very confused a lot of the time) (sorry again)

I will write mostly in fluffy stuff !! Some angst (not a lot bc I'm scared of it) and mildly suggestive things (cws will bee placed if done so)

“ ¿ × ? „

To bitter the tongue (dislikes)

The expectation of talking to people (I'm a social husk of what I used to bee 💧)

Being perceived (kinda joking)

Overwhelming negativity (not constructive criticism but jus bein mean)

I wouldn't mind doin' one-shot idea recs/headcanons but Imma have ta go thru more writing dislikes !!

I'll add more once I'm more used to this :0

„ ¡ × ! ”

If you've made it down here, thanks for the consideration of my application of friendliness (?) Or something like that... 💧

Bye-Bye, hopefully new friend !!

(almost threw up writing and posting this <33 /j)

[no-shxme]

since ive had people asking about it, here's

an overview of my writing process:

its very long (but split into 4 sections) so i will be posting it below the read-more. i fr threw up all over the post and it covers my writing process specifically. because i write unreliable narration >> canonic characters, etc this will prolly not be as useful for like, idk, crack fic writers or whatever else. basically this is what works for me. it might not work for you, but feel free to peruse, im sure no 2 writer's processes are exactly the same. (AND THATS COOL)

Step 1: The Idea & Start

usually my fic starts with a single scene/mood/line, and the whole fic is started around that. (for ex: my fic Teeth started bc of 1 set of lines that we haven't even gotten to yet. [sob]) this also helps me be more motivated, as i become pretty desperate to get that scene/mood/etc written. (as i write i often find new goalposts to write to, which helps keep me motivated, yeah)

occasionally i will write out an initial drabble (like 1 or 2 paragraphs) set in the story idea i have, just to see if i like whatever's going on before i commit.

before i start i decide my setting or at least whatever parts of the setting are relevant. (i wont go into it here bc that's not exactly process.) then i'm game to start.

i've heard a lot of writers struggle with starting a fic and ending it. starting a fic isn't usually a problem for me but if i don't like how the beginning is looking it's usually because i've started it too far away from relevant plot. i don't want to write too much beginning set up, so my solution is always to delete what i have and restart the scene closer to when something happens.

(for ex: when writing everything that went wrong over the summer, the story started earlier and was going to have kayn discover rhaast at the end of the first chapter. but halfway through i decided it was bad. i didnt want to reveal too much and it was kinda boring, became a slog of wordlbuilding. i hated it so i deleted it and instead we meet rhaast in literally the second paragraph.)

imo if you are having trouble with starting stories, literally just throw yourself into the action, its the best way to jog a stuck start. move up the timeline, make things move faster. ask yourself if you really need all the space before the action happens. this method also be used on other scenes, not just beginnings.

it's generally a good idea to figure out what the minimum amount of time you need to complete your story. (this plot that takes place over three weeks, can it be done in three days instead?) but i dont always do that for fanfiction, more my personal writing. fanfiction can be loose and slimy, thats okay. i'm not gonna stress myself over it like i do with my book lol. for me fanfiction is like a vacation. since the characters are already established i can be free to experiment stylistically and try new things.

Step 2: The Writing (The Slog)

(The longest section of this post)

I actually have SO many notes for my writing process so this will be all over the place.

Whenever I write ANYTHING my goals are the following:

keep things concise, without crazy exposition or information overloads.

to me writing is kinda like a puzzle, or a combination lock. i have a line or thought and i just continuously swap words around in my head or on a doc until something clicks. my goal is not just something that fits, it's something that fits BEST. (i am not always successful at this.) so yeah sometimes a line sounds good, but how do i make it sound BETTER. i am always thinking about lines. all the time. i am always turning a scene in my head trying to find the best angle. im literally doing it right now.

this is a stylistic choice that might not apply to everyone, but i love writing unreliable narrators and therefore always write them. in fanfiction i like trying to keep the characters close to their canon personalities, so a lot of the following advice is through that lens.

WHEN IT COMES TO PLOT:

by the time i write my first scene i usually have an idea of the ending. i'm not too terribly focused on it but i definitely prefer to know it. its just something i have to reach eventually. usually little plot ideas will start sprouting up like checkpoints between the start and the end, and then it's just the matter of figuring out how to bridge the gaps between them. one of my favorite tricks i like to use for longer or difficult plots is work backwards. (i call it Keyframing)

(for ex: let's say i'm writing a story about a knight who marries a dragon, but i can't figure out how the hell that's gonna happen. an easy way to come up with ideas is think: what's 1 thing that has to happen between the start goal (there's a knight) and the ending (married to a dragon)? it could be something simple. the knight has to get to the dragon's lair before he can get married. okay, great, there's another plot checkpoint. now what's 1 thing that has to happen between the start and getting to the lair? and also what's 1 thing that has to happen between getting to the lair and getting married?

as you keep adding 1 thing to the plot between points, it basically writes itself, or gives you a very good list of things that HAVE to happen in order to progress the story. then you can add embellishments and tweak it, but its a good method i use for avoiding over-complicated plot. periodically i also ask myself: can this be simplified further?

in cases where i don't have an ending in mind (about 35% of the time) i let my characters drive the plot. this is very easy because i write unreliable, character focused narration. all i think is: ok what're they gonna do. how would they do xyz. hows this affect them. i'll also think about my end goal for the character as it slowly develops and ask myself if it's realistic for them. i don't write crack so if it's something a character won't do then i just won't write it. i'll figure out some other goal or method to achieve the same effect, even if the scrapped idea is cute. :C the end result is usually a more convincing character. (once again this is literally just how i write ff. you DONT have to write like this) in many cases the goal is fine but the method isn't, so i have to rethink how the character realistically reaches that goal. (this was very much the case in my fic, One Promise)

WHEN IT COMES TO WRITER'S BLOCK:

here's my methods for getting over writer's block in no particular order:

taking a break. (or a nap)

reading poetry (this helps bc i try to write poetic) or just read, if im in a pickle.

changing location. (if you write on your phone/laptop. just go somewhere else)

delete the scene and restart from a diff angle. (not advised tbh. i dont think this is a good method, even if it works for me. im only listing it bc its something i do.)

to a lesser degree: changing the font, listening to music i would never listen to normally. or not listening to music at all.

walking around in circles talking to myself about whatever line im chewing on. :/

Okay now im just gonna list a mixed bag of shit that pertains to my literal writing process:

i use google docs because i like to write on my phone and my tablet. i will write in bed before sleeping or in the car. ill write wherever. occasionally i will also use scrivener on my pc for writing assistance. or ms paint. (dont make me go into it)

i almost always try to write what the CHARACTER sees or experiences, versus what a narrator would see. (for example, in my fic Teeth, sett's ears are mentioned a lot. it's because talon keeps noticing them.) this is super important in my writing as it also serves meaning and makes things more concise. oh a character is an artist? so they might notice the technique in a painting. versus the same painting viewed by a carpenter, who might focus more on describing the picture frame. i have specific thoughts on (confident) character voice/unreliable narration, but this post is long lol. if anyone wants to hear it lemme know.

for the most part i only try to describe what's necessary. im not trying to introduce too many characters BY NAME or too many places or too much detailed description-dumping, unless im trying to hide something. ESPECIALLY IN FAN FICTION. one thing i keep in mind is that the reader will fill in the gap. like i could write 'a kitchen with green walls and one window' and boom you already have an idea of what the kitchen could look like. i could write a character using a stove and different readers might imagine that stove in two different places, as pertaining to their imaginary kitchen. that's fine. as long as the location of the stove is unimportant then i dont need to describe it. basically if it's not Vital to my vision then i often don't bother writing it. (this also allows me to push themes and sneak things, but this post is too long)

often while i write im thinking ahead, so ill start noting future lines/plot ideas to use at the bottom of the document so i dont forget them. if it's a long fic my lines-to-be-used will be like, pages long lol.

JUST WRITE. I JUST WRITE. sometimes its slop, that okay. i try to write every single day.

whenever i return to a wip i reread it to get in the Groove.

as i write i sometimes make comments (in google docs) on some words that i know are placeholders. like i'll write a sentence and think: i need to change that word, but im too in the flow to do that now, so i just make a quick note so i dont miss it when editing. i have shorthand for it too, like for example, WC stands for 'word choice' and REP stands for 'too much repetition.' sometimes im lazy and dont do this ._.

speaking of repetition, one of my lil tricks is to start a list of repetitive words as i write. i will often throw in the names of characters, and some common pitfall words for me (words that i have a tendency to use too often). this is helpful for....

Step 3: The Editing

okay first i take a break. the length often depends on how long the fic is. if its a shortie then i just play a game or 2 of league or smth. i must banish the story from my brain.

when i come back i give it a read over and edit whatever issues i see, reword, blah blah. i also use Ctrl + F with my list of repetitive words! this way i can clearly see problem areas where i've used the same word too close together. i will also Ctrl + F grammar missteps, namely double spaces, double periods, and double commas.

for word choice ideas i use wordhippo :3c sometimes i recognize that a line needs to cook so ill come back to it.

i also do character checks where needed. (Would they REALLY do that?) at this point i can identify a problem area pretty easily so i dont do it that much anymore.

then as my final editing step i read the whole thing aloud. this step is so important that i never skip it, even on long ass docs. reading it aloud to myself is vital. when i read it aloud i can actually test the dialogue and see cadence issues and random mistakes that i never catch anywhere else. for longer stories this is done chapter by chapter as finished, which is,,, thank god lol.

if im unsure about a story then i'll let it ferment for a while (days, weeks) before i come back and edit, just to make sure im not crazy or smth.

Step 4: The Posting

i post in ao3's rich text format, so it keeps some of the formatting. then i hit PREVIEW and then i hit EDIT again. bc ao3 is finicky about italics and will add weird ugly spaces bc of that. so to get rid of them i use my CTRL + F method again to check for space + periods (literally a space then a period), space + commas, double spaces (again), etc. i also center those *** things that people use as scene breaks bc they're never centered. takes like 5 minutes.

then i post and try not to feel immediately awful lol.

anyway that's my writing process. this ended up super fucking long holy shit. sorry i like, rambled and blabbed. i try to be thorough. there's a lot more that i can talk about not pertaining to the process itself but like, yeahhhh. thanks if you read all this, hopefully its not terribly boring.

[danpuff-ao3]

Self-Celebration

me: oh no, I've gotten nothing done, I'm a failure

them: wow, Danni, how do you do so much????

I, maybe, need a good reminder of all of my accomplishments, so here we go. Everything I've accomplished this year so far. That I remember, anyway.

Threw together my HP Astro series; edited and formatted and posted to AO3 in time for Bethy's birthday!

Got White Lies & Silver Bells ready to go live on AO3 as soon as Hoggywartyxmas reveals were up!

Wrote Again (and Again) on a whim, to accompany A-Loveunlaced's Snarry art

Wrote a BUNCH of random drabbles for a House of Snarry challenge. 6 of which I also posted to AO3! (A handful of which I have not yet.)

Wrote 5 fics for Kinkuary! 2 of which are in the same universe as Contempt. 2 of which are not yet posted (waiting for the 27th and 28th!) 1 of which (the longest of which) I wrote, edited, and posted same day! The day after I had a tooth extraction.

Wrote 3 fics for Chan Fest! All of which I wrote, edited, and posted same day. 2 of which are 5k+ words!

Various words in various other places.

Brainstorming for other fics.

Co-modding @hp-chan-fest

Starting @hp-fruit-fest (and running solo, RIP me)

Modly duties on the Snarry Sanctuary Discord server

Keeping on top of my AO3 comments! (You know, responding to them.)

New HP Astro posts (Lily, Snily, Luna, and Ron (to be posted 3/1/23!))

Made several ship and fic related playlists on Spotify

Made TONS of fic banners on Canva.

Several rec lists! 8 posted so far, and a few queued up!

Got my home office all set up and cozy!

Brainstorming ideas with friends

Helping alpha/beta/cheer read for friends

Try to stay involved in the community/socializing on Discord, Tumblr, Twitter, Reddit.

Supporting other creators as much as possible!

Finally took the time to learn how to create work skins on AO3!

And site skins!! And finally got all fic stats and personal stats hidden (for mental health!)

Fought with site skin codes on behalf of a friend, to get it tuned to her liking, so that she has a clean and stress-free environment if/when she returns to fandom! (The perks of having your friends' AO3 login haha!) (This took like an hour I stg and I was being way too stubborn to stop fiddling and consult a guide.) (But oh well, I did the dang thing!!!!)

Started compiling resources I need to begin book binding! Still a ways off before I can start cuz supplies are not cheap, but I'm on the right path!

ALSOOOOO

Working a full time job

Spending time with my longtime partner (my beloved Eddie-bear!)

I actually watched a still-newish show for once! Wednesday!

Finished reorganizing/decluttering my home

Baked...a lot. Mostly cookies. Going to bake brownies this weekend!

Many doctor's appointments

And medication changes

I filed my taxes!!

Oh yeah and started being a teensy bit more sociable at work! I had a nice long conversation about ASTROLOGY the other day which was fun and great and awesome.

Oh let's not forget about all my work accomplishments! I made 8 years with my company. All the people coming and going (which I get to deal with.) Our census going way up. Many IT calls and playing IT person for small tech problems. Many errands run. Oh yeah and all the new tasks I get to do because our funder and our corporate office BOTH love changing expectations frequently.

So like...there's stuff I wish I could do and haven't been able to yet. But I'm far from a failure! Or lazy, for that matter. I am a lady of ACCOMPLISHMENT.

[nxmeolvides]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN ! (under the readmore)

what made you pick up the muse you have ? : I have a deep love for horror, and specifically sibling narratives within it: due to personal reasons, working on a muse that's a younger sibling is a comforting process for me. And honestly, Ana just has had a grip on me since I first started playing the game. I jumped on around September, and she wasn't that common a pick yet, which let me get completely attached to her. My initial brush with the game fandom was through fanart, and her attacking Johnny was the first thing I did - I have a lot of thoughts on them and how they're both driven, arguably, by family that I won't get into. But that's definitely part of what drew me in. And then it grew and grew, and I chickened out of making a blog for her I'd say maybe three times? Tumblr rp intimidated me! But I joined a discord server, and then another one, and threw all the headcanons I'd already been chewing on into her. Skip forward a few months, and I'm here. And I love her dearly. She is truly one of my favourite characters I've found in a long while - even if by this point, she's at least half my oc. But she's my beautiful, resiliant girl, that has a hard time letting down walls and sacrifices too much but has so much love to give, and I really hope to write here for a lot longer.

is there anything you really enjoy writing ? : I adore hurt/comfort above everything else. It lets me really dig into a character's feelings and their layers, and character analysis is probably one of my favourite things to do with reading/writing? So yeah! Love hurt/comfort. And finding dynamics where my characters will feel safe, and exploring those. Love love love.

is there anything you don't like to write ? : I'd say the majority of what tends to come under "dead dove." It just doesn't appeal to me - don't mind reading headcanons, but I don't want my own characters to be violated.

how do you come up with your headcanons ? : Finding media that reminds me of my muses! I love to just single out a couple movies - usually horror right now, for Ana,- and sit and watch them, and develop hcs off whatever floats into my mind. It helps me keep a grip on my characterisation, as well, which I feel like I struggle with a lot. Outside of that, it's just sitting with a friend and brainrotting it out, since I tend to second guess a lot of my own ideas. Even if the other person doesn't say much, just getting to bounce it off someone helps me a lot to knuckle down and iron everything out.

do you write in silence or listen to music ? : It varies! I'm usually either listening to music, sitting in silence, or have a tv show or movie playing in the background.

do you plan your replies or wing them ? : I try to have an intial plan in mind, and then just kind of wing it through that if it's a longer reply that's cooking. And then with those, I usually go back and edit and change my mind so much that the outcome or characterisation is pretty different to how I intended! But it works out eventually.

do you enjoy shipping ? : Absolutely! But it is completely dependant on chemistry. I have ships I'll always be partial to, but even if I talk about them a lot I'm not going to head into an interaction expecting something to happen. Every portrayal is different, and the vibes always vary. But when it does work out, yes. I love just being able to write a little fluff drabble of a character being happy. Smooches are cute. Love is cute. I'm a sap.

what's your alias / name? : Piper! sometimes Cherry, but mainly Piper. Chose it when I was... 15? And it's stayed since!

zodiac sign ? : Saggitarius, and I don't know shit about astrology to say the rest!

Birthday? : Dec 14th

favorite color ? : So many shades of pink. SO many. Right now, particularly like... a deepish, reddish pink. It appeals to me.

favorite song? : Impossible to answer! Depends on the hour of the day. I'm currently enjoying a lot of Sabrina Carpenter and Olivia Rodrigo though - I'm a sucker for pop.

last movie you watched ? : No clue!

last show you watched?: Yellowjackets! Rewatched some of it on the train. I love my cannibal lesbians.

last song you listened to? : Seventeen by Ladytron, thanks to spotify shuffle.

favorite food ?: I have a horrific weak spot for gnocchi.

favorite season ? : Spring <3 Everything's starting to come into bloom and it's not too hot.

do you have a tumblr best friend ? : I don't think so? I'm still new here! But Des and Sawyer are discord buddies and dear to me ♡

TAGGED BY : Stolen from the dashboard.

TAGGING : Anyone!

[starry-knight-coffins]

Kni's silly lil 6 month anniversary for "Leona Crossing" event!!!!

Phew, that's a long title

Hi!!! Hello!!! Recently my current (very long) fic, Leona crossing: new Shroud horizons, reached its 6th month anniversary!!! It did this month on the 23rd, in fact! I posted it for the first time on September 23rd of last year, so... Yay! Half anniversary event!!! I think!!! I'm gonna blab a little bit more under the cut hehe, including the event details👍✌️

So.

Welcome to the rest of this post, glad to have you here! Writing is my passion, but before I started writing Leona crossing, I was in a huge rut. An endless writer's block. I had a bit of a tumble (or perhaps a hard fall) during the end of 2021, which lead me to writing nearly nothing in 2022... This lead to the deterioration and dust collecting of my writing skills. I discovered twisted wonderland in 2022, and eventually found leoide and fell in love. I joked lightly back then, asking if I should write fanfiction. Someone said "why not?". Then I really sat there. Thought about it. Why not? I threw a few ideas around, sat down, and wrote the first chapter of Leona crossing soon after. I thank my barrel comrade and beta for supporting me through this sudden change in writing from my oc works to straight up fanfiction lol. So, tada, Leona crossing was born, and slowly but surely I got out of my rut. And I'm writing again. I'm really proud. This is half a celebration of Leona crossing, but also half a celebration that I've been writing for 6 months without hesitation and without anything to stop me again. It's a really nice feeling, I'm really happy I took that scary leap of faith and started writing my first ever fanfiction, it had lead to plenty of wonderful things!

Anyway, that's enough about me. Here's some event details

Event stuff yeah!

It's not anything super big lol.

Basically, it's just a small ask event. Go to my ask box, send me and ask! It can be like, a comment or a question, either or, anything works. The only requirement is that your ask is related to Leona crossing, leoide, or Savanaclaw and Ignihyde (plus cheka and family if you so choose lol). If you ask me about anything else I might start weeping at your feet. Also, please mention that your ask is related to this event!! Why??

I'm holding a raffle!!!

Yes, a raffle!! Send me an ask and you could be the winner of a ~1k leoide drabble of YOUR choice! Isn't that cool or what?! Idk, it's all I had for silly raffle ideas.

Raffle details

Send ask!

If not in anon, your name gets put into a raffle!

You make a Kni happy

Profit (?)

That's basically it yeah. You can send multiple asks, but your name will only be counted once. I don't want to do that kind of math, math is hard. Please also have your DMs open so I can message you if you win as well??? Lol???

Conclusion

Thank you for reading this far! This little event means a lot to me, and I'm very thankful for each and every one of you for the nice little support during my writing journey! It has been a leoide blast for sure lol, I haven't written this much in a long, long time.

I'm gonna open this event from now until Friday of next week (May 5th), then I'll do the random drawing over the weekend lol.

Have a good day/night y'all!! I hope you'll keep cheering me on as I continue my leoide delusions in the future!!!

[filmbyjy]

LIKE A CAT

PAIRING: yang jungwon x reader (no specified gender)

SUMMARY: visiting the boys was always great especially when you were able to see your sweet boyfriend. however, what you didn’t expect was for yang jungwon to fall asleep on your lap. maybe it was the jet lag that got him.

GENRE: fluff!!!! it’s also decently short so yeah :(

NOTE: this is just a drabble. i was playing with the prompt generator and it gave me ‘jungwon falls asleep in reader's lap and reader has a conversation with someone else while stroking jungwon's hair as if they were a sleeping cat’ and my brain went !!!!! perfect for jungwon and so yeah here is this

with the boys piling into their dorms with their luggages in their hands, you thought it was a great idea to come over and possibly spend quality time with them.

it had been too long since you’ve seen them. especially your dear boyfriend who was busy burying his face at the crook of your neck. the moment he had opened the door with tired and droopy eyes, his face instantly lit up and he threw himself onto you.

“i missed you.” he says.

yang jungwon wasn’t one to really voice out his affection, rather he would show it to you. however, he truly missed you so what better way then to mutter those words out directly.

“ooo look at him being all lovey dovey.” sunoo teases. jungwon groans softly, enough for you to hear.

“okay, enough with the teasing. i’m sure all of you are tired. i brought snacks and maybe we can watch a movie.”

“boring, let’s play games.” ni-ki smirks. the boys playfully shoved ni-ki.

“is that the only thing you care about? we just came back from a world tour and we still have our japanese promotions soon. are you not jet lagged?” jay says. ni-ki pouts.

“but..games.” he gives jay the best puppy eyes he could muster. jay groans.

“fine, just go play. i’m going to wash up first.” he waves ni-ki off before going over to take a shower.

“yay!!!” ni-ki jumps in happiness.

you feel small pecks on your shoulder. right, jungwon had been hugging you this whole time. you let go of the hug and faced him. he pouts before holding out his arms for you.

“i’m sure you’re hungry, babe.” you say. jungwon shakes his head.

“no. i want hug.” you hear the boys snort.

“go on, hug your dear boyfriend.”

“by the way, he keeps mentioning how much he misses you when I bunked in the same room as him.” sunghoon mentions.

“really?” you turned to jungwon. “you missed me a lot, huh?”

“yes, now can i please get a hug or at least a kiss. you haven’t kissed me today, angel.” jungwon huffs.

“oh god. save me from this.” heeseung hurls. you rolled your eyes at the boy. you grabbed jungwon’s hands and pulled him to the living room.

he settles down on the couch before wrapping his arms around your waist and laying on your chest. your hands fall onto his scalp, playing with his hair that was slightly frizzled since he did dye his hair. overall, it was still fluffy in your opinion.

jake decided to settle right next to you and so you fell into a deep convo with him as you played with jungwon’s hair. you could feel jungwon’s weight change and you heard light snores coming from him. to which, you bite down a growing smile because of how adorable jungwon was.

“hey, did jungwon just fell asleep?” jake asks.

“yeah.”

“oh? he just talked about having insomnia and not getting enough sleep while we were in america for tour?” jake mentions.

you looked down at the boy. he was sleeping soundly, only moving slightly to nuzzle his head further onto your chest. you finally let out a smile.

“guess he must’ve been extremely tired.”

“he sleeps like a cat.” jake adds.

“yeah…he does.”

your adorable cat.

[hertzwritings]

Try me

A/N: I had another chat with my incomparable, loving girl @staysluttymyfriends97​ and now my head is swimming with ideas – which is why my smut-weekend is extended by a day. Hope y’all can cope! This is honestly dirty as hell and my first step-anything-story, so I hope you’ll like it! It’s also my first Chris Evans solo-story, so cheers to that.

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized drabble, oneshot or multichapter fic just for you!

Love y’all so much. Remember, feedback feeds the soul and my requests (and askbox) are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me and I have none!

MASTERLIST

CHRIS EVANS MASTERLIST

ASK ME ANYTHING/REQUESTS

Pairing: AU! Stepbrother!Chris Evans x female reader

Warnings: Language, stepbrother/stepsister dynamic, slight enemies to lovers, hate-sex, dom!Daddy/little girl (slightly), spanking, dirty talk, p in v, angry sex, semi-public, unprotected sex, cream pie, degradation-kink, praise-kink, slight breathplay, oral (m receiving), probably something else I forgot

Wordcount: 4.230

 Try me

Chris was normally a pretty level-headed guy – he knew right from wrong, he didn’t blow up at anyone out of nothing, and he prided himself in not being too much of an angry asshole, when things didn’t go his way.

But for some reason, those things didn’t apply when it came to Y/N. No, for her? He was seething with rage, all snide remarks and glaring eyes, which she returned tenfold, that snarky, little girl.

They had gotten along great when they were younger. He was ten years, when his dad introduced him to his soon-to-be stepsister and stepmom. She was 6, and they had a pretty good relationship for a few years, being an actual pair of siblings. Then she hit puberty. He was barely home around that time, but he came home one day, and she just looked like… He wanted to bury himself in her. He knew it was wrong, and it tore him apart whenever he felt the desire to just take her. Which led him to a lot of pent-up anger and then that just became their language – and it had been since then.

His want for her hadn’t diminished one bit since then. They only saw each other during family functions, holidays, and the likes, which always bled into arguments – he couldn’t help himself. He liked seeing her face go red and the way she talked to him made him feel all the things.

It was fourth of July-weekend, and he had barely stepped foot inside his childhood home, before he bristled as Y/N walked past him with a raised brow and short, that could double as a pair of panties. He groaned. Of fucking course.

“Hi, dad.” He hugged his dad with one arm, eyes trained on Y/N, who was currently bending over – she was going to kill him. “Hi, son. Can you stay somewhat nice for the weekend?” He asked, keeping a stern grip on Chris’ shoulder. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll try.” “I still don’t know what the hell happened between the two of you but keep it nice.” Chris nodded and gestured to his room. “I’ll put my bags down. There’s a party at Sebastian’s tomorrow, I might go. Is that okay?” His dad nodded once. “Yeah, sure. Just don’t get too drunk and don’t bring anyone back home, your mom would have my head.” Chris grinned, his eyes trailing after Y/n as she ascended the stairs, her hips swaying dangerously. “Sure thing, dad.” He followed Y/N, getting enveloped in her perfume – it smelled like apples and lilac, and it was fucking addictive – following the scent to the landing on top of the stairs.

“Hiya, bro.” She called from her room, the usual amount of contempt in her voice. “Put some clothes on.” He simply murmured back, closing the door to his room with a loud bang. He threw himself on the bed and palmed his semi-hard cock through his pants; as always, the weekend would be long and hard. A slight knock sounded on his door, and he sat up, hiding his hardened length behind his shirt before the door opened, and Y/N stepped inside – she had changed into a summerdress in green tones, and she looked stunning. Too stunning. “What do you want?” “Oh, don’t get your panties in a twist. Mom put some of my shit in here, I’m just getting it.” She roamed the room before finding a box of things, clearly marked with her name. “You should put on some more clothes. I can see your tits from here.” “My back is turned.” “Statement still holds.” He sneered. She looked at him and rolled her eyes, the box resting on her hip. “Sorry, daddy, I’ll be sure to get right on that.” “Don’t fucking call me that.” His cock was ridiculously hard. She smirked. “Get a hold of that monster before dinner.” She nodded to his crotch. He groaned as she left the room, the air thick with her scent. At some point, he’d have to stop torturing himself by coming home. He wanted her so fucking bad, and he knew it was wrong, but she riled him up like nobody else had – or ever could – and she looked like she was straight out of his fucking dreams. He sighed and slowly grabbed his hard, angry length. Better follow her advice. He remembered the picture, he had – by accident, honestly – seen on Sebastian’s phone a few months earlier with Y/N as a centerpiece; her almost naked frame had filled the screen, the little, bratty smile on her lips and her middle finger in the air, while her tongue was out, sent him into a tailspin. He wasn’t much for admitting it, but he had lost his mind thinking about her sending that kind of picture to Sebastian of all people, and much to his embarrassment, had sent the picture to himself, deleting the message from Sebastian’s phone. He sighed and grabbed his phone, finding the picture on his phone and settled back into his pillows.

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Dinner was uneventful – other than the casual insults hurled between him and Y/N – and he retreated to his room earlier than normal. He couldn’t handle looking at her in any way – her dress was lowcut and fit her like a fucking glove, and it made the dining-experience wildly uncomfortable for him, despite just rubbing one out. It was like his own, personal hell.

He paced his room, thinking back to the moment she accidentally dropped her fork as she was carrying dishes out, and stopped to bend down right in front of him; her ass was almost against the front of his jeans and he could see her thong – he was about to lose it and just take her right there, but whatever little self-control he had left, had gotten the best of him. He could not be here for a full fucking weekend with her prancing around in nothing. It was like she was doing it on purpose, just to rile him up.

His mind was made up pretty quickly; he wanted to tell her the fuck off and then get the hell out of dodge, not fucking caring anymore. He was grabbing the handle of his door, pulling it open, when a sound hit him; it came from Y/N’s room and it was like a fishhook had sunk into him, an invisible line pulling him straight to the door, that had been cracked open a notch. Sinful fucking sounds came from there. He could hear a slight buzzing followed by wet noises, that went straight to his cock, and he felt disgusted by himself, listening to the wet sounds of her fucking herself. It was wrong, so fucking wrong of him to listen in on her, but he was rooted to the spot, listening with red cheeks and shame coursing through him as her moans began to tumble out of the cracked door. He was palming himself again, the sounds making him feel tense and tight, dreaming of being in place instead of the vibrator, when he heard his name.

“Chris… Fuck, daddy!” She whined it, the vibrator buzzing wilder than before – he grunted at the sound and the throb in his cock made it almost impossible to stand up; he quickly walked back to his own room and furiously jerked himself off to the thought of her riding his cock deeply.

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“Mama, I’m going to Sebastian’s!” Chris heard Y/N’s voice ring through the entire fucking house – he ran inside, spotting her with a hand on the doorhandle, almost already out. “You’re not fucking going to Sebastian’s party.” He groaned, his eyes scanning her outfit; it was barely an outfit, in his eyes. He wanted to rip it to fucking shreds. A sheer, white dress hugged her body, the swimsuit peeking through – it was absolutely sinful. “Oh, my god, you should try removing that stick from your ass.” He stalked to her and towered over her – her chest was heaving, and he couldn’t help himself. He loved it. Always had. The way she’d look up at him defiantly, her chest rising and falling with desperate breaths every time he said or did something to rile her up; it was a part of his hellish fun. “I’ll give you something in your ass.” He rumbled, hushed, so their parents didn’t overhear; she licked her lips, the tip of her pink tongue peeking out and he wanted to fucking bite it. It was insane, the feral nature that just took over his body whenever he was close to her. “Try me, asshole. I’m going.” “I’m driving.” He spat out and grabbed his jacket from the hanger. He hadn’t planned on going yet, but there was no way he was going to let her go alone. “You’re a dick.” She said, pouting a little – he wanted nothing more than grab that sweet, little lip and tug on it as he buried himself deep inside of her, but he simply rolled his eyes with the biggest show of self-control he’d ever put on.

“Yo, I’m driving her. I’ll stay there as well, Seb’s expecting me anyway.” He yelled out, not bothering to wait for an answer before pushing the door open and walking with angry strides to his car, opening the passenger-side door for her. She slid inside with a huff, and he geared up the car, his hand so tight on the gearstick, his knuckles turned white.

He was dangerously close to touching her exposed, warm thigh, every time he shifted gears, and he noticed her squirming a little, whenever he was; his pinky almost touched her at one time, and he could’ve sworn she sucked in a sharp breath. He noticed the choker, he had given her as a gift a few years back – as a prank, he really wanted her to look like the brat, she was – rested around her throat. She tugged on it a little, almost in a comforting gesture. He was going to die. He sped up and they managed to reach the Stan household in record-time. He stilled the engine and she sucked on her teeth. “Thanks for the ride.” She mumbled. “Good girl, look at you being all polite with me.” He didn’t know why the words had spilled out of him, but they had. Maybe he wanted to test the waters with her – or at least just see her reaction to him. Heat colored her skin and she whined. It was the smallest noise in the back of her throat, but it was everything to him. That sound, that little noise, could fill his head for years to come. “Asshole.” She quickly got out of the car, rushing inside; he glanced down at the seat, and with a wide grin, realized she’d left a little, wet spot on the leather.

He followed her inside, waving and nodding at the few people he knew inside, before going to the back of the house, where several people were lazing around either in the pool or around it. He spotted Sebastian, who jogged over to him with a wide smile, grabbing his shoulder. “Hey, man! I thought you weren’t coming until later.” “I wasn’t, but Y/N needed a ride.” He grumbled, thankfully taking the beer that was thrust into his hand by a random passer-by. His eyes were locked on Y/N, who was smiling and laughing with some asshole a little away from Chris. “Cool, thanks for bringing my girl over.”      

He bristled at that and couldn’t control the slight growl in the back of his throat. Sebastian grinned and raised his eyebrow. “Down, boy. We’re just having fun.” “Don’t fucking talk about her like that.” “Dude… Fine, I’ll ask you as a real gentleman. Can I take a shot at it with her?” Chris bared his teeth. “No, you can’t, you dickhead, she’s mine.” He growled, eyes on Sebastian. “She’s yours?” Sebastian looked a little disgusted. “I’ve never heard her moan your name before.” “Buddy, she’s your sister.” “By marriage.” He answered lamely. He knew it was a shitty excuse, and he knew he shouldn’t have said anything, but he didn’t want anyone touching her – she was, in his head at least, his. “Bro, that’s fucked up.” Sebastian answered. “I’ll fuck you up, if you as much as breathe in her direction today.” Sebastian rolled his eyes – Chris was pretty sure Sebastian already knew how he felt. “I’m not going to unpack those issues with you, dude. Scarlett is around here somewhere; I’m going to let you go and brood in a corner.” Sebastian clapped his shoulder. “Get yourself together, man. Honestly, you can’t be simping for your sister.” He left, letting those words hang in the air and Chris watched Y/N as she shrugged the dress off of her body, and he saw red – he stalked to her and grabbed her arm roughly, pulling her to the pool house, her whines trailing them. He smacked the door shut and glared at her.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” The bathing suit barely counted, small scraps of flimsy fabric covering her pebbled nipples. “A bathing suit. I wanted to go bathing.” “Half of your ass is showing.” He grumbled, his hands still on her arms. “So is your asshole personality, but you don’t see me complaining.” “Shut the fuck up.” He growled. “I saw that idiot touching your arm.” She huffed. “You’re just letting anyone touch you like that?” Her chest was heaving, and Chris could barely focus on her words. “Well, you’re not going to.” Her words shot straight to his cock, sending it roaring – he stepped closer to her, his body flush with hers. “Who the fuck said I wouldn’t?” He growled, searching her eyes. “Bullshit.” “Try me.” His hand traveled to her throat, tugging at the choker. His voice had dropped, and he could almost smell her arousal. “You like something of mine choking you?” He muttered, holding it tightly. She whined a little. He leaned in, his fingers hooked under her choker – her breath stuttered, and he dropped all pretenses of being a good, normal brother and crashed his lips to hers.

She was like fucking heroin to him. She breathed against his lips, her small hands wrapped around his neck, and he pushed her legs open with his knee, his tongue sliding across her lower lip; she whimpered and granted him access to her and he lost himself completely. He grabbed her roughly, hooking his hands against her ass and growled as she tugged his lip between her teeth. He disentangled himself from her lips and looked at her hooded eyes. “I want to see how my cock looks like choking your throat.” He mumbled in a low voice. She closed her eyes with a slight exhale and whimpered again; he chuckled at her wanton sounds. “Knees.” He commanded. She followed without hesitation, placing herself on her knees among the various shit stacked in the pool house and he grunted as her hands found his shorts, swiftly undoing them and letting his cock spring free. He groaned as her tongue found his cock, licking a long, lazy stripe along the underside of it – he jerked his hips, letting himself go into her mouth and settle against the back of her throat. “Fuck… Oh, your mouth looks so good around my cock, baby girl.” He mumbled, tangling his fingers in her hair to keep her in place. She moaned around him, gagging slightly as he began fucking her mouth with short, desperate thrusts. She was warm and wet around him, the sounds of her gagging on his cock would be enough for him to cum; he moaned her name and forced his cock deeper down her throat – she gagged and tears welled in her eyes as she looked up at him.

She was a fucking vision.

“You like choking on your stepbrother’s cock, huh, you dirty fucking slut?” He mumbled, lost in the feeling of her around him. She moaned and opened her jaw more, allowing him to go deeper – he groaned as he slid down her throat. “Fuck, yes…” He couldn’t control the sounds he was making – this was a dream come true, her beautiful face looking up at him with his cock buried in her throat. “Fuck, stop, stop, stop, or I’m going to cum, fuck, baby…” HE pulled out of her mouth, a string of spit connecting them; he pulled her roughly to her feet, quickly undoing the straps on her bikini-bottom, letting it fall to the ground. He grinned deviously when he saw how fucking wet they were. “You want to be fucked by your stepbrother, huh?” She shook her head. “No…” She said defiantly, a smirk playing on her lips. “Then why are your legs shaking, and why are your panties so soaked?” He asked, cupping her chin with his big hand; she was forced to look up at him and her eyes told a very different story than her lips did. “I was swimming.” “In your own juices, it would seem.” He let his fingers wander to her slick folds and chuckled lightly. “Oh, baby, you like this, huh? You’re going to be my little, good girl and keep your fucking bratty mouth shut for me?” “Fuck… Yes, daddy.” He growled at the nickname and squeezed her chin even harder than before – she mewled at it, and her hips rolled on their own accord. “Good girl.” He slid two fingers inside of her and began pumping, the wet sounds filling the pool house. He was happy that the music from outside drowned out pretty much everything else, because she was loud. “You’ve been thinking about me fucking you, haven’t you?” He asked, thrusting his fingers deeply inside of her. She was fucking velvet against his fingers. “No…” She tried to lie, but her moan cut her off and her knees buckled. “I heard you yesterday, baby girl. You were so naughty, fucking yourself to the thought of me, huh?” he pumped his fingers relentlessly in and out of her, coating himself in her slick; she was fluttering around his fingers and he knew she was close – her chest heaved, and he wanted to choke her out, let her gasp and struggle for air, beg him for it, but he knew he couldn’t wait to be in her. “You want to cum, baby girl? You want to cum all over my thick fingers?” he asked, slapping her cheek. She mewled and her eyes rolled back in her head, and fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever seen. “Yes, yes, please… I want to cum, please…” she moaned, her hand on his wrist, holding him deeply inside of her. “You fucking cum on my fingers, cum for me…” he moaned, his eyes trained on the fingers going in and out of her tight pussy. She came apart on him, her pussy gushing out of her, drenching his hand, and her moans turned to screams as she came hard. He felt her drag him deeper inside of her, and he wanted to stay here forever to just look at her come undone on his fingers. “You want me in you?” He asked, the final line not yet crossed – if she agreed, there was no turning back from it. She found his eyes, still heaving for a breath and nodded once. “Yes.”

His lips descended on hers, desperate and wanting as he lifted her to a box of whatever and sat her down, legs open for him and pussy so inviting, he’d want to fucking live there. She bit his lips and rolled her hips, clearly just as desperate as he was. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me for so long, I need to feel you inside of me, please, please, ple…” She groaned as he slipped his cock inside of him, filling her out. She was a drug, heaven, hell – all of it combined in one, and he knew for sure he was going to all the hells there existed for doing this. He didn’t care. He grunted as he bottomed out, looking down at her stretched over his large, twitching cock. “Fuck, you look so good stretched out over my cock, baby girl…” He whispered, his hand finding her throat and squeezing slightly. She whined and arched her back, letting him fill her deeper than before. “Shit…” He began fucking her, no rhythm or control – he just wanted to fill her, be buried in her, despite of the shame of what they were doing, he wanted her to be ruined by him. She was moaning his name, letting it tumble from her lips like a secret prayer as her nails dug into his shoulders, her chest bouncing with every thrust he gave her. “Fuck, you’re never going to be free of me… You’re my personal, little, secret…” He groaned and fucked her harder, feeling her clench around him. “Fucktoy, aren’t you?” He finished his sentence with a growl, as her fingers found his hair, tugging at it. He roared and pounded her deeply, his balls slapping wetly against her ass. She was dripping down on him, her breathing labored by his hand around her throat.

“You want to cum, little girl? Yeah, you want to cum on your stepbrother’s cock, huh?” She whimpered and he chuckled, removing his hand from her throat to pinch her pebbled nipple. “Oh, did I dumb you down already? All you needed was my thick cock in your tight pussy?” she mewled and clung to him like he was a fucking life-raft. He looked down at where his cock disappeared inside of her, and he groaned. “Look at you, taking me so well… You want to cum, baby girl?” He moaned and found her lips again as he pounded her roughly. She screamed against his lips as she came, and he was nearing the edge too; everything felt so fucking tight around him, her hands, nails, pussy, everything was so fucking tight. She went limp in his arms, but her eyes found his; they were dark with lust. “Fucking… Fuck, you want me to fill you, huh? You want me to use you like a good, little cum-slut?” She smiled dirtily at him and held him tighter, bouncing back on him. “Yes… Fucking fill me with your cum, please… Please, stepbrother, please!” She whispered, moaning wildly as he sped up, chasing his high. “Your pussy is fucking heroin, baby…” He mumbled, leaning his forehead against hers, fucking her roughly and deeply until he felt his balls tighten. “Fucking hell, take it!” He groaned and roared as he came deep inside of her, long, thick ropes of hot cum filling her. She was moaning and grinding back on him as he came in her, and her hands drew long, red lines on his shoulders.

They were both panting as they came down from their highs and he pulled out with a hiss – he was overwhelmed by shame and contentment and even a little bit of pride, when he saw his spend leak out from her. He cupped her face and dropped his voice. “We can’t tell anybody. Get that?” He asked with a hard voice. She raised an eyebrow and dipped her fucking finger inside of her, licking their spend off of her finger; she moaned at the taste, and he could go again, right now, right here. “Why would I ever tell?” “Because you’re a brat.” He told her, slapping her cheek affectionately. She grinned at him and grabbed her bottoms, tying them back on, before turning back to him and kissed him. Her tongue slid against his and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to his body; if he had his way, he’d never let go. “Well… You enjoy me being a brat, don’t you?” She asked gently, biting down on his lip. He smirked. “Only if I get to punish you for it.” “Hm…” She kissed him again and smiled against his lips.

“Don’t you think I could do well at Boston Uni? I would just have such a hard time paying rent for something over there…” He grinned and smacked her ass. “Good thing your brother lives just right next door, huh?”

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[acey-wacey]

hello nyx!! saw your request are open and didn’t want to miss the opportunity, can i please request first years meeting their future children? love that trope and your works so much!!

Wait, oh my gosh, I love this trope so much too! It's immaculate

Note- So uh I wrote the one for Ace as a one shot that was too long to be a multiple character drabble but kinda short for a standalone so I'm just gonna post the other characters later as headcanons instead of one shots.

I wrote this for a fem!reader so I'm sorry, princes and non-binary majesties!

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❤️ Ace Trappola ❤️

One day, when Ace had just gotten back from classes with you and Deuce, he found that a child had somehow wandered into the Heartslabyul rose gardens.

It was a little girl with messy red hair, a heart birthmark on her cheek and curious eyes that looked awfully familiar, though Ace couldn't quite put a finger on it.

"Hey, how did you get in here? Where are your parents?" he crouched down to be at eye level to the little girl.

The girl cocked her head to one side before breaking out into a huge grin. She threw her arms around Ace's neck, startling him as he held his arms up defensively.

"That's a silly question, Papa!" she giggled, clasping her hands firmly together so Ace was trapped in a hug.

He froze completely, turning his head to shoot Deuce a confused look. The blue-haired boy just shrugged and gestured to the beaming 6-year-old.

"I think you have me confused with somebody else, kid." He tried to pry the girl off of him but she had a deadlock grip around his neck.

"I know you're lying, Papa. Uncle Deuce is even right there," Ace squinted his eyes, mouthing a confused "uncle?" over the girls shoulder.

"If you don't stop teasing, I'm gonna tell Mommy," she threatened, making Ace wonder if he should be scared of whoever the girl's mother is.

"Listen, kid, I don't know who you think I am, but I am not your Papa. I'm probably only like 10 years older than you," Ace attempted to reason with the girl, only to be met with puppy dog eyes and a disappointed pout.

"Papa isn't my Papa?" she girl released Ace from the grip to stare at him intently. She tapped his heart mark with her finger and shook her head. "But we even match!"

She pointed to the mark on her cheek. Ace had to admit that it did bear a very close resemblance to the one over his own eye. He sighed exasperatedly and looked the girl in the eye.

"I'm sure there is going to be a very good explanation for this and we're going to find out what's happening together, alright?" Ace tried his hardest to comfort the girl, still unsure what was happening, though he was starting to get an idea he didn't exactly like. "Why don't you tell me your name first?"

The girl beamed and nodded politely as Ace went to stand up.

"My name is Elise Y/N," she cheerily explained.

Ace froze in place.

"Your name is L/N?" When Elise nodded, Ace's eyes widened. "Wait, wait, do you know Y/N L/N?"

"Yeah, yeah! That's Mommy!" she exclaimed, joy lighting up her eyes as she grabbed onto the hem of Ace's uniform jacket.

As Ace processed what she had just said, he began to put the pieces together. Elise was his future child. Your future child.

He felt heat creep up his neck. It had hit him like a brick; in his future, you, his crush of a whole year, had a daughter with him. He felt himself getting more flustered and confused by the moment.

Elise tugged on his jacket hem and he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. He needed to find you ASAP. While this was his future daughter, he was not in the slightest prepared to actually look after her.

When Ace and Elise finally got to Ramshackle, Elise tackled you just like she had with Ace. You were nearly knocked over by her force. The first thing you noticed was her wide smile that reminded you an awful lot of the one you found yourself staring at in class.

Speak of the devil, there he was, Ace Trappola, at your door, rubbing his neck sheepishly. You invited him in and he explained everything he knew about the 6-year-old that had just assaulted you.

When he said that she was actually your future child, you fixed your flustered gaze on the floor, avoiding looking at Ace at all costs.

Meanwhile, Elise was sitting in your lap, braiding your hair, completely content. Ace had already told her about how she was your child from the future, but she didn't care that you were both teenagers. She just wanted to be with her parents.

You eventually realized that you had to find a way to send her back to her timeline. Future Y/N and Ace were probably very worried.

You asked Crowley and he was able to send her back through one for the mirrors, only working because she was supposed to be in your timeline anyway.

"So uh," Ace attempted to form words as he walked you back to your dorm. He cleared his throat, doing everything to avoid your gaze. "That's crazy, right? That, uh, Elise is, you know, our kid."

"Yup," you popped your lips, drowning in the tense atmosphere. Ace whistled a couple notes, looking over your shoulder as you stopped at the Ramshackle entrance. "I'm not even remotely ready for kids."

"Oh, queens, no!" Ace laughed, probably a little too loud. He assumed you had figured out his crush on you by now but he also assumed that if you had a child in the future, you must like him a little bit. "Definitely not. But I suppose I wouldn't mind if you, you know, wanted to maybe go out with me?"

You blinked slowly before laughing at Ace's awkwardness.

[captainapple]

Learning New Things

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Teacher! Reader

Warning: whining about life, implied smut, fluff

a/n: Breaking my writing hiatus with a drabble. The idea came after a long exhausting Monday as a teacher. As I wrote this drabble, I was thinking to open request. Just send me an ask telling me about your job, what makes it good/bad, and maybe I'll make a drabble out of it.

You groaned as loudly as you can. Today was really a long exhausting Monday. You threw yourself to the sofa after dragging your feet from the front door.

A smell of a nice food was coming from the kitchen. You couldn't help but walking to find the source of the smell.

"Welcome home!"

A gigantic man with pink apron greeted you with the brightest smile you ever seen.

"Steve. You're back?"

"Yeah. I finished the mission early. Want some soup?"

You ran and slammed your body to hug him. He had been away for weeks and now he's back. You mumbled some incoherent words as you buried your face in his body. He chuckled.

"I miss you too"

The steam from the soup warmed your face. Steve warned you about the temperature but you were too hungry to listen. It tasted so good despite burning your tongue a little.

"Now, do you wanna tell me what happened today?"

"I groaned too hard, didn't I?"

He smiled as he pet your head. It was a little awkward but you knew he was doing his best learning on how to be the best boyfriend. Not that you complaining, your day was way worse.

"They're so annoying today."

"How could you said that about your precious little munchkins?"

"They're not little munchkins anymore. I took that back."

Most of your students were way more active than usual. It made you wondered what did they eat for breakfast this morning. Most of them cannot stop screaming and bothering each others. Some of them cannot even stop crying. You felt like talking endlessly about your students' antics today.

Once or twice you tried to watch Steve's face. He looked invested in your story. Every time he gave you slight nods, casual hums, little raise and creased his eyebrows, made you forgot your day little by little. By the time you finished your story, all you could think about was how lucky you were to call him as yours.

"Maybe I am not a good teacher."

"Doll, don't say that." His expression looked worried. "You are the best teacher they ever got. It just one of the days when everything went shit."

"Language, darlin"

He shook his head in disbelieved.

"Maybe I should just teach bigger students. At least they won't scream around."

"But you have to do another training for that, right?"

"Of course. I don't mind a little training here and there."

"Well, in that case, why don't you try for teaching me?"

He tried to flirt with you but his face still turned red, showing how shy he was.

"What are you suggesting, Rogers?"

"You know... Tony was talking about having cream pie... I don't know since when Pepper was into baking stuff."

"Steve, you do need lots of learning."

[ramzawrites]

Hello! May i suggest a drabble?

Philza teaching y/n how to fly/ use their wings; Just thought i'd be a funny enough idea picturing these massive wings on a child and having dadza teaching them. 🌿

-Much love, anon.

Reader and Philza - Flying Lessons

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Philza, Tommyinnit, Tubbo

Warnings: cursing

Series: a request from a nice anon :D

Summary: Philza caught Y/N once again in trouble with Tommy and Tubbo and after breaking that little dispute up Y/N surprised him with the question “Can you teach me how to fly?” They sure are lucky that Philza has a weakspot for the fellow winged hybrid.

Words count: 2040

Authors Note: I love Dadza so much and I love writing for him so thank you so much for the request :D

There was a crash followed by a loud scream and curses. All accompanied by laughter from multiple people.

Now, the SMP was chaotic and Phil was slowly getting used to it but this commotion somehow piqued his interest enough that he was curious to see what had happened. He dropped the equipment he was working on in a random chest and ran towards his front door.

The crash and the voices sounded pretty loud so it didn’t surprise him at all when he found a group of people in the middle of the town.

He found Tommy, Y/N and Tubbo. The usual troublemakers.

Tommy was laying on the ground, flat on his back. His hand outstretched and pointing at Y/N who was giggling to themself as Tommy cursed them out, calling them a “brat” and the like which Philza found quite ironic.

Tubbo stood close by, clutching his stomach as he continued laughing. Gasping for air whenever he had the chance. Tears brimming in his eyes. Honestly he looked close to collapse. Hard to imagine that he was the president of this place.

Y/N on the other hand had their arms smugly in front of their chest. Their wings half closed but still sporting an impressive wingspan for their young age by the looks of it.

As Tommy finally decided to stand up, Philza made his way towards them as well “What happened?” He was already halfway to chuckling himself alone from Tubbo’s laughing, Tommy’s screaming and Y/N’s puffed up body language.

Exasperated Tommy turned to the winged man “It’s Y/N! I was talking to Tubbo, you know state secrets and all, and they just ambushed me!”

Philza couldn’t help but to raise one of his eyebrows at him “Ambushed? What do you mean ambushed?”

“They just-“ Tubbo begun talking, he was still laughing but he managed to calm down somewhat “They were just suddenly there! I was talking to Tommy and then I saw them gliding down in the corner of my eye and they straight up kicked him down. It was so funny, Philza!”

Tommy scoffed “They did that on purpose!”

At this exclamation Y/N ran around behind Philza and hid behind his legs. Standing between Phil’s body and his wings. Grabbing onto his shirt and peeking their head out at the blonde “Actually it was a mistake! I didn’t mean to!”

Almost instinctively Philza opened up his wing so they could fit in and put his hand on their head “What happened, Y/N?”

It took a moment before they answered “I wanted to learn how to fly…”

They pulled their gaze back up from the ground and instead threw an angry expression towards Tommy “So, it really wasn’t my fault! You were just in my way!”

“Oh you little-“ Tommy begun but Philza interrupted him.

“Hey, drop it. They said they didn’t mean to, so they didn’t mean to. Besides aren’t you too busy as Vice President to argue with a child? Weren’t you telling me that you were talking about state secrets with Tubbo there?”

Tubbo nodded “Yeah come on big man! They did apologize right after so let’s just get going.”

“Alright, you are lucky Philza is here or- or- I don’t know but something would have happened!” Tommy grumbled.

He then turned around and continued walking along. Tubbo waved Philza and Y/N goodbye only to follow his best friend.

Once they were out of ear shot Philza let out a sigh. Tommy was a troublesome, troublesome person. It wasn’t the first time he had come to Y/N’s aid like this. In fact whenever problems arose Y/N would run over to Philza and ask for help.

Philza took his hand off of Y/N and took a step back so he could look at them. Their wings now hugging their back like usual and instead of their self-assured expression they looked a bit sad.

“What’s wrong?”

“You were able to fly before L’Manburg blew up, right?”

He was a bit surprised by that question “Uh, yeah. My wings are too damaged now for me to be able to fly though.”

While Y/N still looked worried, a bit of determination broke through “Could you teach me? Teach me how to fly? There is no one else here who could!”

Y/N was right. Sure, they could probably learn how to fly on their own over time but it didn’t surprise him that they would approach him for it. He himself had to learn how to fly alone and would have really appreciated someone else to help him.

“Well before I can say anything, can you open up your wings for me? Show me exactly how big they are.”

This seemed to brighten up Y/N’s mood and they happily obliged. Their wings swinging open and showing off how huge they actually have gotten. It took Phil a long while until his wings were big and strong enough to carry his weight but for Y/N it seemed to be different.

They were pretty young but their wings were already so big that it took him aback for a moment.

He nodded “Oh wow, okay. Honestly I don’t see why you shouldn’t be able to fly with these. They look strong enough to hold you.”

Y/N’s eyes grew wide “You think so? You will help me?”

“Yeah, I will you little gremlin. Let’s get somewhere else with more space and preferably high up.”

There he was. Agreeing to help Y/N without even really thinking about it. They were seriously lucky that Philza had grown to have a bit of a soft spot for them. So much so that the joke was going around that Philza has adopted another child once again since he just can’t help himself.

Which was very much warranted seeing how they basically have moved in with Phil at this point. He didn’t feel comfortable with the though that this young child lived on their own.

Said kid was now happily skipping towards a clearing on a low mountain. It was semi easy accessible but a good place for them to practice without anyone else causing problem on purpose.

Honestly Phil wasn’t really sure how he felt about all this. Sure he was happy with how happy Y/N was but it also made him miss his own wings. His ability to just take off and fly to wherever he wanted to go.

Shoving these thoughts away Phil decided to pull his attention back to Y/N. Making sure they wouldn’t suddenly fall down the mountain somehow.

Once they arrived Phil fell down onto one of his knees and put his hands on Y/N’s shoulders “Before we start, you know how to glide and have done it before, correct? I saw you do it multiple times but I want to still ask you.”

They eagerly nodded, their mouth in a huge grin accompanied by a blush from the excitement.

“Okay good. That makes it easier. You see that rock formation over there? You think you could get up on there? When you are up there try jumping off. If you are too scared you can just glide down to me but try flapping your wings a bit. It should come natural. It did for me at least.”

He stood back up and opened up his own destroyed black wings. They still hurt a bit but it was bearable.

Y/N still seemed to be amazed though.

Phil begun moving his wings. Moving them in a way he was used to.

“You see how I move them? Can you do that too?”

The young kid didn’t wait long to do so. Opening up their wings to show off their full wingspan once again. Swinging their wings back and forth which created way more wind that pushed against Philza than he first imagined.

He laughed “Okay, I see you have no problems doing so. You think you can do what I asked you? You feel up for it? I’m gonna wait down here for you.”

“Yes!” they cheered and ran towards the stone formation. It looked like a ton of huge boulders that fell down the actual mountain, forming this pile.

Y/N closed their wings and climbed up the rocks unexpectantly fast.

While Philza barked orders at them in order to teach them in truth he had no real idea what he was doing. His best method on how to learn to fly was just to jump off somewhere and hope. That’s how he learned and that’s pretty much how he handled raising Wilbur now that he really thought about it.

“Hey! Hey! Make sure you look, okay? I want you to look, Dadza!”

Dadza? That was a first from them. Not that he minded it.

“I’m looking! I’m looking! Don’t worry!”

Y/N stood still and bowed down a little bit. Opening up their wings but they didn’t move. They just stood there, hands balled up into fists close to their chest. Y/N looked like they could move and jump any second but they just didn’t. Their feet where the only thing shuffling around.

“Y/N?”

“I can- I can do it but- but- I am scared!”

That was something he should have expected. They were about ten feet up in the air so it really was a normal reaction even though he was sure that Y/ N has been jumping off higher places to glide off.

But still this was kind of a different situation.

Philza thought for a moment “I will catch you?” He sounded unsure himself. Of course he would catch them in case anything happens but he wasn’t sure it would make them feel reassured. It was still high up. If he could he would probably stand next to them and fly off first to show them but alas this was not an option.

“Okay!” It somehow seemed to work.

Y/N was putting a lot of trust into Phil.

To support his claim Phil opened up his arms and put them in front of him. Nodding to Y/N as a sign that he was ready. He then moved his wings away from his body once again. Moving them just like when he demonstrated to Y/N how to move them beforehand.

With a deep breath Y/N followed his example. Beginning to move their own and once they felt like they had the rhythm down enough, they jumped.

Phil saw for a split second how panic spread across their face but they didn’t crash down. They stayed in the air. A bit unsteady but they effectively flew in the air.

“Dad look!” Y/N cheered only to drop a good feet down which made Phil jump in trying to run beneath them in hopes of catching them in case they do fall down but Y/N managed to stabilize themself again.

He let out a hearty laugh “I see! You are doing it!” Phil wasn’t sure if they noticed how they defaulted to calling him Dad or Dadza now. There was no need to correct them though. At least that’s how he felt about it.

Y/N begun flying in circles around him. Their expression showing off their glee only to suddenly grow pale “How- How do I land?”

“Shit I knew I forgot something. Just try to glide down for now like how you usually do!”

Y/N immediately angled their wings and stopped moving them. Now gliding down still in circles but Phill soon noticed that they still had quite the speed on them. So when they got down enough Phil sprinted in their way and tried catching them.

The end result of that was Y/N just crashing into Phil’s chest and pulling him off his feet. Both landing safely on the ground. Phil’s arms wrapped around their small body, protecting them from sustaining any wounds that they could get from grazing the ground.

While Phil’s heart was still pumping hard from fear, Y/N used the chance to also wrap their small arms around him “Thank you! I was flying! I was flying!”

Tired Phil nodded, mostly just glad Y/N seemed to be alright “Yeah, though you better practice. You weren’t even up there for a whole minute. I can’t always catch you like this. I’m too old for this, you little shit.”

[theladyofdeath]

Engagement Pie {Elriel}

Naked Texts & Pie #5

Warning: nsfw. 18+. Dom/sub.

Written alongside @snelbz . Thank you for reading this awfully dirty mini-series that was just meant to be a drabble. (;

Azriel was about to have a panic attack.

Inside of his mind was not a pretty place to be, not that it lacked ideas of flowers and baked goods, but because it was a complete and utter mess.

All day, while Elain was gone, he had been running around like a chicken with his head cut off, unaware if he was doing everything right but sure hoping he was.

He was hoping it would be perfect.

He glanced at the clock.

He had about half an hour until she got home.

At this point, Azriel and Elain had been dating for a little over a year, and living with each other for nearly six months. Since Feyre and Rhysand’s wedding, they knew, without a doubt, that they were meant to be together.

Then again, they had always known, just had never confessed it.

Their families had been less surprised by their sudden relationship and more surprised by the state they returned to the wedding reception in, but neither of them could find it in themselves to care. They were happy, blissfully, wonderful happy and in love.

Azriel opened the oven for the hundredth time, peeking inside to make sure things were still going smoothly. The pie was still there, it hadn’t run away, but it still didn’t have that beautiful golden brown crust that Elain’s always did. Sure, he could text her, ask what exactly he had done wrong, but that would ruin the surprise. He’d done his best to keep everything a secret so far. He wouldn’t ruin it now by texting her a question he could easily ask Google.

After doing so, it looked like he had done everything right, so he let it cook longer, forcing him to wait longer in anxious anticipation.

Azriel paced back and forth, fully aware that he had everything in place. He just needed the damn pie to hurry up and get done.

Elain would be home in twenty minutes, and Azriel needed to be in place when she walked through the door.

At ten until six, Azriel looked in the oven once more. It looked a little bit better, but not as done as he wanted it to be.

He’d wait until the last possible second. It wasn’t ideal, as there were other parts of his plan that required that pie to be done and, preferably, not piping hot, but he’d make do.

So he continued to pace in the kitchen until he heard the garage door rising, signaling Elain’s arrival home.

Hurrying to the oven, he threw the door open and pulled the pie out. The second it was exposed to the natural light of the kitchen, and not the watery bulb of the oven, he knew he fucked up.

It had bypassed golden brown and gone straight to brown, but thanks to the lighting in the oven, he couldn’t tell. He swore under his breath as he laid a towel on top of the washer and set the pie on top of it, letting it cool.

He’d ordered take out from Elain’s favorite restaurant, which had been delivered just a few minutes before, so thankfully even he couldn’t mess up dinner.

Right at six, he could hear Elain’s feet climbing the wooden steps to the front porch and he quickly sat at the kitchen table and popped open a bottle of wine, filling the two glasses.

When Elain entered, her purse on one shoulder, her keys in her hand, she stopped and a slow smile spread across her lips at the display.

“Wine and Rita’s?” she asked, setting her belongings down on the counter. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Azriel smiled as he set the wine bottle down in the middle of the table. “Nothing special. You’ve just been working so hard that I wanted you to have a relaxing night with your favorite food.”

Her smile widened as she sat across from him, but then she stilled for a moment. “Do I smell…pie?”

“No,” Azriel said, then quickly changed his mind. “Yes. It was a candle.”

She blinked once, twice and said, “Huh. I didn’t know we had an apple pie candle.”

She let it drop after that, filling Azriel in on her day. It had been uneventful, a change from her usual hectic schedule, and she was grateful for that. The past month or so, she would come home, scarf something quick and easy down for dinner, and collapse in bed, ready to do it all again the next day. Tonight, she actually had some pep in her step.

“Dinner, wine,” Elain mused, running a finger over the back of Azriel’s hand. “Did you have anything else in mind tonight?”

One of her eyebrows was raised slightly and he knew exactly what she was referring to, which yes, he absolutely did, but first, he had something else he needed to do.

“Actually, yes,” he said, standing. He leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

Her other eyebrow had raised to match, clearly showing her surprise. “Okay.”

He disappeared for a moment, and when he returned, he held a pie in his hands, dark brown crust and all. It also had a massive “X” cut into the direct center. It didn’t look like a venting hole.

Covering the bottom half of her face with both of her hands, Elain tried to stop the giggles from bubbling from her lips, but she couldn’t. “I knew I smelled pie,” she said, still laughing.

“I sort of burnt it,” he admitted, setting it down in front of her.

“I see that,” she chuckled, leaning forward to kiss him. “I’m sure it will still be delicious.”

He was about to say something when she asked, “But what is that?” gesturing to the center of the pie.

“That….” Azriel started to say something, but wasn’t sure what. All he knew is that he was a nervous mess and not a lot currently made sense. “X marks the spot.”

Elain blinked. “What?”

“X marks the spot.”

She blinked, again. “I don’t follow.”

Azriel sighed. “Pirates… When they bury treasure… X marks the spot.”

Elain’s head fell to the side. “Babe, are you drunk? Are you high? Are you alright? You’re not-.”

Azriel sighed, and reached into the pie. His hand broke the crust, and Elain was so surprised by the gesture that she jumped, and a nervous laugh escaped her. “Az, what are you doing?”

His hand came back up a minute later, covered in apple filling. “You know, I had a whole, romantic thing planned out with the pie. Pie is our thing, and it was going to be cute as hell-.” His words fell off as he opened his hand, revealing a beautiful pear-shaped diamond on a thin, rose gold band.

Elain stared, her mind taking a second to process what she was looking at. He picked up one of the napkins from their dinner and wiped the ring off, as well as his hand, before dropping to one knee from the chair he was sitting in. With his clean hand, he took hers in his. He prayed she couldn’t feel it shaking as badly as he thought it was.

“I know we haven’t been together long, El, but I love you so much. You’re my entire world and my best friend. I can’t—.”

Elain’s lips crashed into his and they went tumbling to the kitchen floor. She pulled back, just enough to see his face and breathed, “Yes.”

Chuckling, Azriel said, “You didn’t even let me finish.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she said, kissing him again. “My answer is yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

He sat up and Elain crawled off his lap, sitting next to him on the kitchen floor. He took her hand in his again. “Let me at least ask the important part, yeah?”

She was grinning like a fool, but she nodded, waiting for him to go on.

Resting the ring against the tip of her finger, Azriel asked, “Elain, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” she breathed, and a tear slid down her cheek. “Yes. Yes! Of course, I will.”

He slid the ring onto her finger with shaky fingers before her mouth was crashing into his, once again.

Azriel wanted to ask that question for so long, and now that he had, not at all the way he had planned, it didn’t even seem like it had happened.

Yet, as she flung her arms around his neck, everything seemed completely and perfectly right.

Elain leaned back and peered at the ring. It was magnificent, lovely, perfect.

She slowly looked at Azriel. “You….hid it in the pie?”

He cringed, but laughed softly. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

Her eyes went wide and she glanced at the ring again. “You didn’t bake it with the ring in there, did you?”

“No, of course not,” he chuckled, pulling her back into his lap.

She went willingly, straddling his hips and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “Okay, good. The pie would have been inedible then.”

“I think it’s inedible now,” he scoffed, his hands gripping her hips, while his lips found her neck.

“I think I should be the one to decide that,” she said, her voice going high and breathy.

“There’s something else I’d rather eat instead,” he replied, tilting her face down to meet his as his lips crashed into hers.

Elain hummed against his mouth as she fell into the kiss. After the millions of kisses that they had shared and the constant lovemaking that had come along with being helplessly, madly in love, Azriel never grew tired of being intimate with Elain.

In fact, he couldn’t get enough of it. Every time he was with Elain, he just wanted it more and more. He couldn’t grow tired of it, ever - it was impossible.

His hands swept up her back and tangled into her hair, and she cupped Azriel’s face in her hands.

He could feel the cool metal of her ring against his cheek.

Azriel rose, taking Elain with him, and laid her down on top of the table. Her head fell right next to the pie. She couldn’t help but glance over at it.

She giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close.

“Something funny?” He asked, ducking away, trailing his nose down her neck as his lips found her collarbone.

“No.” It came out as more of a breathy moan than the sigh she was meaning it to be.

“Really?” His hands gripped her wrists, unwrapping them from around him, and he pinned them above her head with one hand. “That little laugh would suggest otherwise.”

His free hand began undoing the buttons on her shirt one by one, and Elain was practically vibrating beneath him by the time he was pushing her shirt to either side of her body.

Her bra was made of nothing but lace, and he could see her pebbled nipple through the fabric. He toyed with the idea of taking it off, but his lips closed over it, the rough lace scratching against the sensitive skin. She whimpered softly, her back arching off the table to better accommodate his mouth, and when he tugged on her nipple with his teeth, the whimper became a moan.

Gazing up at her, he said, “Is anything funny now?”

Elain sucked in her bottom lip as she slowly shook her head. “No.” Azriel raised a brow. “No, what?”

Elain couldn’t help her spreading grin as pure excitement radiated throughout her body. “No, sir.”

Azriel smirked in return as he gave her his first order. “Stay still.”

“And if I move?” she asked, quietly. Since their first time, Elain learned that she liked to test her boundaries.

Azriel liked it, too - when she was naughty.

“Then I’ll stop,” he said, and slowly let go of her wrists before putting his fingers in the band of her black skirt and yanking it off. “And you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

She shook her head, watching everything he did, biting her lip. Her hands were gripping the edge of the table to hold herself in place. As he dragged her panties down, as slowly as he could, she wanted to reach out and touch him. She was nearly naked, while he was still completely clothed, but she figured that was exactly how he wanted her.

It typically was.

He was quite the tease, but Elain secretly enjoyed that fact.

Azriel took a step back from where she lay and crossed his arms as his eyes swept across her body, taking in every beautiful inch.

In response, Elain spread her legs wide for him.

Azriel took in a deep breath and nearly growled.

He loved the sight of her, longed for it, thrived on it. It made him weak in the knees, still, and he was certain it always would.

“I am amazed,” Azriel breathed, “by your beauty.”

His comment only made her spread her legs wider.

He smirked. “What do you want, sweet girl?” He trailed a finger up the inside of her thigh, getting so close to where she needed him, but not quite.

“You,” she sighed, but it sounded more like a gasp.

“I know that,” he drawled. “Be more specific.”

“Your mouth on me, please,” she replied, gripping the edge of the table harder.

Azriel smirked again as he gently brushed his thumb over her entrance and then circled her clit once. “You’re saying you want me to eat your pie?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and looking up at her face.

“Yes, sir, please.” The words were breathy and quiet and he was fairly sure she was already trembling.

Azriel fell to his knees as Elain’s head fell back in pure ecstasy. It was the anticipation, the want, the need…

The second his tongue swept between her slick folds, Elain was already on edge.

Azriel had that effect on her.

Those hands that gripped the edge of the table tightened, and Elain’s eyes fluttered shut.

He knew exactly what he was doing. He had the first time, and he sure as hell did now as he took his clit between his lips and sucked, gently.

“Az,” she breathed, fully aware that when she said his name, it sent him wild.

He took her ass into his hands and pulled her closer to him.

She could never last long when his mouth was on her. The things he could do with his tongue made her see stars and she knew this time wasn’t going to be the exception. Azriel knew it, too.

He flicked his tongue over her clit and pushed a finger inside of her. “Are you close already, Lainey?”

She nodded, feeling his breath on her sex.

A second finger joined the first, and he curled them upward. “I couldn’t hear you. I said, are you close?”

“Yes, sir, I’m so close,” she panted.

Her arms were straining and he swore he heard the wood groan beneath her hands as she struggled to keep them where they were. It was surprising she’d held on for this long. He knew how badly she longed to have her hands in his hair or even kneading her own breast, still covered in that pretty, lace bra.

“Don’t come yet,” he crooned, pressing a kiss to the top of her sex.

He was torturous.

Purely evil, and yet, Elain thrived on it. Her entire body shook as pleasure swept through her. She was so close. So very close to the edge, ready to fall into the oblivion that was being loved by Azriel.

Her body jerked, and Azriel held onto her tighter.

Elain tried to obey, and tried to stay perfectly still, even though her entire body fought against it.

Azriel’s tongue continued to dance along her sex, continued to suck on her most sensitive of parts.

“I need you,” Elain begged.

Azriel didn’t respond, he only tugged her close, sucked her harder, praised her longer.

“Az, please.” It was more or a groan than anything else and he responded by sucking her clit between his lips and pulling hard. At the teeniest press of his teeth, she began to shake, and then he began to pump his fingers in and out.

Elain shattered, crying out and letting go of the table. Her hand dove into his hair and she lifted her hips, doing whatever she could to keep his face where it was.

Azriel worked her through her orgasm and when she stilled, he stood, wiping off his face and looking down at her. She was still breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling, but that full bottom lip was caught between her teeth again as she watched him. She knew what was coming.

“You weren’t supposed to come yet,” he breathed, dragging a finger from top of her sex up her stomach and between her breasts. He reached her face and worked her lip from between her teeth. “You disobeyed me.”

“I’m sorry,” she breathed, even though she really, really wasn’t. The last thing she was was sorry.

“You’ll have to be punished now,” Azriel said, softly.

“Punished how?” Elain asked.

Azriel watched her for a moment before he said, “Turn around.”

She did as she was told, rolling onto her stomach, her ass in the air. “Is this okay?” she asked.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, and raised his hand before smacking her across her ass.

Elain gasped at the contact and had to bite her lip to keep from exploding into a fit of delighted giggles.

The sharp intake of breath was her only response, she fought to keep in the quiet cry or moan that he wanted to draw from her. She was feeling bratty tonight.

Glancing down at the ring sparkling on her finger, she knew exactly why. She got to experience this sensual rush for the rest of her life. She was Azriel’s.

And he was hers. Forever.

His hand cracked against her skin again and she had to close her eyes and bite her lip to keep from moaning.

He did it again and again, but then he suddenly stopped.

“You’re getting even more wet for me,” he breathed, dragging a finger along her center. She was unable to stop her whimper. He added, “That’s not the point of a punishment.”

He knew exactly what his spankings did to her. He loved it, and if he kept on with it, she’d be dripping all over their kitchen table.

Without warning, he picked her up, carrying her into the living room and tossing her on the couch. She bounced gently, a pleased smile on her face.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” he ordered, pulling his own shirt over his head.

Slipping the button down off her shoulders, Elain reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She watched as Azriel removed his belt and dropped it to the floor.

She tried not to let herself feel any disappointment as he discarded the belt. He’d used that once or twice before and the unyielding, stiff leather had drawn more than a few orgasms from her as he spanked her with it.

He popped the button on his jeans and said, “Touch yourself.”

Propping her feet up on the couch, she spread her legs for him and slid her hand over her pussy. He was right. She was soaked and so, so turned on. She circled her clit with one finger. She moaned softly, “But I want to touch you.”

“That’s too bad,” he replied, his eyes settling on her sex. “You’re being punished.”

She slid her finger between her folds, teasing herself. Adding a second finger, she just barely dipped them into her entrance, but no more than her finger tips. She was so sensitive, still riding the high of her orgasm and fought off a moan as she watched Azriel watch her.

Dragging the zipper down on his jeans, her eyes tracked the motion and she stilled, waiting for him to take them off.

“I don’t remember telling you to stop,” he said, regaining her attention.

Her fingers began slow motions, yet again, but she didn’t take her eyes off of where his own hands worked at removing his denim. She breathed, “And how long will this punishment last?”

Azriel’s eyes sparked as his chest rose and fell, slowly. “It’ll end when I want it to.”

Elain nodded as her fingers slid up inside of her and she let out a soft, low moan.

Azriel licked his lips as he tracked her every movement. “Keep up the good work and I may just let you choose your own punishment.”

“I’d rather have a reward.” Her voice was soft, low, but it was shaking slightly. The anticipation got her off just as much as her own fingers did.

He paused with his jeans hanging low on his hips. She could see the waistband of his black boxer-briefs underneath. “Oh? And what would that be?”

“I want to touch you,” she said again, slipping both fingers inside herself again, deeper this time. Curling her fingers up, she reached for her g-spot, eyes falling shut when she skimmed over it. Her head fell back against the cushions and she groaned.

His approach was silent, but she felt his hand on her face and when she opened her eyes, he was standing in front of her. His cock was in his hands and he stroked it once. “You want to touch me?” He asked.

“Yes, please.” She continued to pump her fingers in and out and licked her lips as her eyes bounced between his eyes and his thick, proud length. It was just a few inches from her face.

“How do you want to touch me, Elain,” he asked, dragging a thumb over her bottom lip.

It was that tone, that deep, sensual tone of his that drove her mad.

“I want to take your cock into my hands,” she breathed, the words hitched. “Into my mouth.”

Azriel hummed, as if he was debating it. He nodded to the fingers that were pumping in and out of herself. “You can touch me when you’re finished touching yourself.”

Elain nodded, her hand moving faster as she pumped those two fingers in and out, then another, easily sliding in alongside the others.

Azriel stroked himself, slowly, again and again as he watched.

Elain’s other hand trailed between her legs and she began to circle her clit, pulling a loud moan out of herself. As her two hands worked, she drew closer to the edge, and Azriel’s breathing grew shallower.

Her words were high pitched and she was struggling to keep her eyes open as she asked, “Can I come? Please, I’m so close.”

He ran his thumb over her lip again and waited until she was looking up at him. And then he smirked. “No, baby, you can’t.”

Elain wasn’t proud of the whine that she let out, but she slowed her fingers. She didn’t withdraw them, because she knew he wouldn’t like that, but stopped circling her clit. If she didn’t, she was going to come and as fun as another punishment really would be, she wanted her reward.

“Good girl,” he crooned, tilting her chin up to look at him. She’d been staring at his cock. There was a milky bead of precum on the tip and she wanted to lean forward and lick it off.

As if he could sense her thoughts, he ran his thumb over the thick head, spreading the wetness over the length. She tried not to whine again.

“You want me in your mouth?” He asked, shifting his hips forward slightly.

“Please,” Elain breathed, nodding eagerly.

“Do you think you’ve been punished enough?”

She frantically nodded, and Azriel wondered if she even knew she was bucking her hips, searching and needing release. He loved when she got like this, so needy and begging for whatever he’d give her.

Instead of giving her what she wanted though, he crouched, taking the hand that had been circling her clit in his. Raising it to his lips, he licked the tips of her fingers. He moaned quietly. “I will never get tired of the taste of you.”

Elain whimpered softly, her other hand still pumping in and out of herself.

“Do I taste as sweet to you as you do to me?” He asked, leading that hand back to her swollen clit and stood.

She began the slow circling again and nodded, and he knew if she was incapable of speaking, she was going wild with lust.

In the quietest of voices, Azriel said, “Prove it.”

Elain wasted no time wrapping her lips around the head of his cock and lathering him with her tongue. Azriel let out a long, slow breath at the contact and when her finger slowed against her clit, he shook his head. “Don’t stop.”

Elain moaned, and the vibrations against him had Azriel’s fingers weaving their way into her hair as Elain took Azriel further into her mouth.

She continued the slow circling of her clit, but slipped the rest of her fingers from wet pussy. She reached for his cock, to wrap around what wouldn’t fit in her mouth, but he caught her hand. Her fingers were glistening, still costed in her essence, and he brought them to his mouth. “We can’t waste that,” he murmured, before sucking them between his lips one by one.

Elain’s eyes fluttered shut and she moaned softly as he released her hand and slipped his free hand into her hair as well, absolutely controlling her and the pace with which she worshiped him.

Or so he thought.

Opening her throat, Elain took him as deeply as she could, gazing up at him as tears welled in the corners of her eyes. Azriel was unable to stop the groan as he fucked her mouth and throat with no abandon, until she began to gag softly.

He withdrew himself, dropping his jeans the rest of the way, and sat down on the couch next to her. He took her face in his hands and kissed her roughly. “That’s new,” he crooned, his lips dragging down her neck.

Her laughter was sensual as she continued to stroke him. “I wanted to surprise you. I didn’t think you’d be surprising me, too,” she admitted, bringing her hand up to admire the diamond sparkling on her finger.

Azriel wrapped his hand around hers and brought it to his lips, where he kissed the back of her hand, just below her ring.

“I’m just glad you’re not asking me to wait for this again until our wedding night,” he murmured.

Elain grinned. “I don’t think I would survive the wait. I’d have to marry you tomorrow.”

Azriel’s eyes sparkled as he took her hips and pulled her on top of him. “That wouldn’t be so bad.”

Elain moaned quietly as Azriel teased her at her opening. “I don’t know. I kinda wanna make you wait.”

“That, and you want a big wedding,” he said, leaning up and trailing kisses along her throat.

“Not a big wedding,” she replied, trying to lower her hips. His grip was firm though, and she only managed another inch, teasing herself just as much as he’d been teasing her.

Resting her hands on his shoulders, she tried to rock her hips, wanting more of him inside of her. He still held firm.

His smirk was devilish when she looked up into his face. “I never said you were done being punished.”

Her mouth fell open in surprise. She squirmed and his grip on her hips tightened, his smile growing. “Az, please.”

“Hmm?” He leaned up again, capturing her lips with his and his thumb found her clit. Her body gave a jerk and her thighs burned with how hard she was trying to lower herself onto him.

Pulling away, she pressed her forehead against his. “Please… I’ll be a good girl for you. I won’t come until you tell me to. I just need to feel you inside of me.”

He nipped at her bottom lip with his teeth and released his hold on her hips.

She sank down onto him, not gently in the slightest, and moaned as he filled her in one rough stroke. She bucked her hips, not rising but needing the friction as her lips crashed against his.

It was thrilling. There was always a rush that consumed Elain’s body the moment he filled her. A spark of excitement that never grew old, never faded.

Azriel knew it, too. There was a look that crossed her face that only showed itself the moment he entered her.

It was beautiful.

Consumingly gorgeous.

Elain’s head fell back as she rocked her hips - her hips that Azriel’s fingers were digging into, yet again, but he didn’t guide her.

She did that perfectly well on her own.

With his bottom lip sucked between his teeth, Azriel’s eyes scanned Elain’s body, from her tilted back head, to her breasts at eye level, then to where they were connected.

“Better?” Azriel asked, his voice low.

“Yes,” she breathed, eyelids fluttering shut.

He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and brought her lips to his. The kiss was not gentle, but he knew that wasn’t how she wanted it. Sure, they had sweet, soft sex sometimes, something they both adored on occasion, but nothing drove Elain wild as much as rough sex did. He had never dreamed she’d be as submissive as she was but gods, he was so glad of it. She was the other half he’d been waiting for and the fact that she was his for the rest of his life…

He growled quietly as he pressed his other hand to the small of her back and rocked his own hips up into her. She gasped against his lips and braced her hands on his shoulders as they found a rhythm that had her groaning his name.

There were very few things that pleased Azriel more than hearing his name on Elain’s mouth while they fucked. It broke him, unleashed something unearthly.

His hips thrust harder up into her, and each time he did so, his name grew louder and louder on her lips.

Azriel felt that magnificent, familiar feeling rising within him but he didn’t move his eyes from Elain. Her face was still close to his, her breath hot against his mouth. He cursed before kissing her, yet again, bringing her lip between his teeth and gently tugging.

Before she could anticipate it, he flipped them so they were laying on the couch, his body covering hers, and lifted one of her legs so it rested on his shoulder. It opened her up, allowing him to thrust harder, deeper, and she began clawing at his back. She cried out, and he groaned as she screamed his name.

His fingers gripped her chin and her lust-filled gaze found his. That hand slid between them and found her clit. The next thing he said wasn’t a request. It was a demand.

“Come for me.”

Elain did. She shattered, her body shaking with the force of the orgasm that slammed into her.

Azriel couldn’t hold on much longer, the feeling of her coating him, spasming around him, having him meeting his own end.

He came, one hand digging into the couch cushions, the other gripping her ass. His fingers would surely leave a mark.

Elain didn’t mind.

He fell onto her body, breathing heavily, sweat coating his skin. As Elain caught her breath, her arms wrapped around him.

His face was buried in her neck, and she felt his lips moving and heard him murmuring before she could understand what he was saying. But then she heard him, clearly, and she wondered how it had taken them years to realize it together.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

His words weren’t just a quiet praise and reminder, but also a promise, as strong as the one that she now wore on her finger.

He pulled back, his eyes finding hers, even as his chest was still heaving as he caught his breath. Reaching up, she ran a hand through his sweaty hair. “I love you, too.”

His gaze was soft as she leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers. They stayed like that for a few minutes, slowly kissing each other, not in any hurry to start anything up again, but just enjoying the taste and feel of each other.

When Elain’s stomach growled, however, Azriel pulled back and looked at her with a raised brow.

“Work up an appetite?”

She laughed, quietly. “Maybe so.”

“Well, Rita’s is gone,” Azriel muttered, “but, there’s pie.”

Elains laughter grew louder, and even Azriel couldn’t help but smile down at her.

“It’s a little burnt, but I’m sure it tastes alright,” he went on. "Maybe."

“Pie sounds good,” Elain said, eyes bright. “Even if we can only eat the filling.”

Azriel scoffed. “That’s the best part.”

“True,” she agreed, and rolled off the couch from beneath him. “I’m going upstairs to clean up. Meet me in bed.” She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked over her shoulder. Azriel's eyes scanned every inch of her body as she said, “You bring the pie.”

Azriel was off the couch before she could finish her sentence, doing just that.

[justkending]

Is that seriously your password? (Birthday One-shots)

Prompt: Is that seriously your password?

Challenge: justkending Birthday drabbles and one-shots

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2100+

A/N: This was asked for a by anon, so thank you to whoever you may be! I thought this was cute little one-shot once it came to me! Also, coming up with the password took me a seconds, but then I heard Sebastian's voice in my head and well... Here we are;)

“Hey FRIDAY? Who all from the team is in the compound?” Y/N shouted from Tony’s lab where she was working on a new piece of equipment for her uniform. 

“Everyone is out either on a mission or off the compound premises for personal business,” the AI responded. “However, Sergeant Barnes is in the living room reading.” 

“He works. Can you ask him to come down here?” she continued, never breaking from her computer screen she was typing away on in front of her.

“Of course,” FRIDAY responded before going quiet for a minute and speaking back up. “He seemed rather confused by the request, but he’s on his way.”

“Always paranoid that one,” Y/N mumbled before shouting a thank you and going back to typing a storm. 

A few minutes later, Bucky cautiously peaked through the glass doors to the lab and saw Y/N completely entranced in whatever she was working on in front of her. She was typing and scanning the screen quickly and then immediately turning to a notebook beside her to write whatever it was down. 

“Why are you calling me down here out of all people?” he said almost concerned. 

“Because everyone else is either fighting bad guys or off away from the compound doing their own thing,” she responded, finally breaking away from her computer screen upon hearing his voice. 

“Oh,” he nodded before looking around and hesitantly coming in more. 

He didn’t care to come down to Stark’s personal man cave much. Tony still threw sarcastic insults and passive jokes at him every once in a while even though they had made up and moved on. But it was Tony. He was kinda that way with everyone. Either way, they only really crossed paths if they absolutely needed too. 

“Here, come here for a second,” she waved him over, pushing back her chair as she stood up and stretched some. 

Bucky listened even though his face showed he was confused and hesitant about it all. It wasn’t Y/N either. They were actually good friends after all the missions and team dinner and movie nights of getting to know each other. They shared a lot in common. She was an old soul for a pretty young member of the crew and Bucky admired that. Because of her mannerisms and interest, they got a long rather quick. It made it easy for them to instantly click. 

“What are you doing?” he asked when he saw her raise her hands and projections of pieces of her suit for missions popped up in pieces in the air with what looked like notes and statistics floating around them. The blueprints for it all lit up in front of them without a screen to stay on. He may never get used to the advancement of technology because anytime he saw something new, something crazier would pop up soon after.

“I came up with some new little tricks for my suit. It’s not not a bad outfit, but there’s always something new that can be better and improved,” she shrugged, moving the pieces around in the air with her fingers. 

Oh yeah, and next to Tony and Banner, the woman could maneuver through almost any form of technology as if it was as easy as learning how to count to 10 on your fingers. 

“I only have the metal on the bottom of my boots, and it’s worked for this long. But, I feel like there’s ways I can discreetly add more throughout the suit without weighing it down, making it easier to maneuver when I’m airborne.”

Another note to know, Y/N was an enhanced. She had the ability to bend and manipulate any form of metal. So the metal that Tony had built into her shoes made it to where she could lift herself off ground level and fly. However, through trial and error, they noticed that they couldn’t really add it to many other places as it weighed her down and made fighting a lot less agile. Don’t get it wrong though. She made it work. She just preferred it to be better. 

“Sounds like a smart idea.” He paused in the silence as she continued to analyze the layout in front of her silently. “Did you just want company to show off that big brain of yours, or am I supposed to give you an opinion?” 

He was sassy with her. She was sassy back. It was the way of their friendship for the most part. 

“No, Barnes. I need you to give me your password,” she said, wrinkling her nose at him with a stink face before moving back to the computer. He chuckled at her facial expression and followed her to her setup. 

“Why do you need my password? You have your own account,” he questioned, watching as she went to log into the files under SHIELD's confidentials. 

“No, actually. Mine went caput last night,” she huffed. “Some weird glitch happened, don’t ask me how because you would think Stark tech is more advanced, but whatever caused it made my account go haywire. In saying that...” She clicked a few more things moving faster than Bucky could keep up with on the screen. Then she turned to him and leaned back on the counter. “Tony was supposed to make me a new one or fix it, but he bailed on me today for brunch with Pepper... In Capri.” She let out a big breath. “So until he gets back, I’m at a standstill getting the information I need to fix this.” The smile on her face showed she was done telling her story. 

“So you need my password to get confidential information?” he asked, crossing his arms and putting his weight onto one leg. “What kind of confidential stuff are we talking here because I don’t need Tony going through my history and asking me questions I can’t answer,” he pointed with raised eyebrows. 

“Highly doubt he cares or has the time to go through your history, Buck,” she laughed, turning back around and raising her hand with a swift motion bringing the chair to her without actually touching it. 

Bucky looked down at it as it moved and noticed the metal base of it. He was always shocked anytime she used her powers. For one, she was rather graceful with her own for the most part, so the act of watching her do it, was somewhat mesmerizing. But also, he was still trying to wrap his head around people born with abilities like that. Wanda really threw him for a loop the first time he met her. 

Shaking out his head and following to stand by where she was sitting, he argued with her statement. 

“Yeah, I’d think about that again,” he winced. “Out of all the people Tony is going to keep an extra eye on, who do you think it is?”

Y/N paused and turned to him scrunching her nose. 

“Ok, yeah you’re right,” she nodded. Bucky sent her a look in agreement. “But I promise it’s not for anything crazy. I just want to find a resource for the lightest metal we can get our hands on. I think if I can get some of that, I can place it throughout my suit to not weigh it down as much and make any hand to hand combat about 100x easier and more fluent.”

“Sounds like a solid plan. What file do you think is going to hold something like that?” he nodded, crossing his arms again and leaning his backside on the table facing her in her chair. 

“The same one that talks about vibranium,” she sassed some. “I just want to run some analytics to see my options on what will be most malleable for the suite. Some metals may be lighter, but that doesn’t always mean suitable for tons of kinesthetic motions.”

“You’re too smart for your own good,” he shook his head, smiling at her. 

“I know. I got the beauty and brains,” she smiled with a shrug, but she was playing around. Y/N was never one to boast about herself. She was as humble as Tony was egotistical. “Ok, enough small talk. What’s your password, Barnes?”

All that was left to do on the page she had pulled up was type in said password and she was in. 

“Uh, I don’t really want to say it outloud,” he said, becoming bashful all of a sudden. His arms tightening around him self consciously. 

“Why?” Y/N asked with a tilt of her head. “Scared I’ll remember it and hack your account? May just search for some things that Tony would love to tease you about.”

“Haha,” he said flatly. “And no. I know for a fact you would never do that. You’re too nice for that,” he responded. “It’s just. It’s an embarrassing password.”

“It can’t be that bad. Come on, just say it Mister so I can get my research done!” she persisted, poking his flesh arm. 

“Here, let me just type it,” he said, moving to the keyboard. 

“Nuh-uh,” she said moving the keyboard with a flick of her wrist out of his reach. Damn practically everything for having some form of metal in it. “I’m too intrigued now. I want to know what it is…” The mischievous gleam in her eye showed Bucky he probably wasn’t going to win this. 

“What happened to your sweet innocent self?” he said slightly shocked by her antics, but not able to hold back a chuckled. 

“It’s her off day today. She needed a break… And a little fun,” she smiled wider. “Come on. Just tell me. I promise I won’t make fun of you.”

“I don’t think you can keep that promise.”

“Have I ever not?” 

“I mean that one time when you promised to make chocolate chip pancakes because I was having a bad day, and then ditched me for a mission,” he noted. The fake hurt was exaggerated in his eyes. 

“Hey! I have no control over when something like that comes up,” she pointed at him. “You know that too on a personal level.”

“Still never got those pancakes though,” he said, letting out a disappointed sigh as he shook his head. 

“Ugh, fine. How about this?” she started, leaning back in her chair. “You tell me your password, and if I laugh then I go make you those famous pancakes now. If I don’t laugh, you have to drop that whole thing and not bring it up again.”

He weighed his options watching her. The two staring into each others eyes bargaining in silence. Sure Bucky didn’t want to say his password, but worse case scenario she laughed, maybe teased him a litt, but he got pancakes. And he knew she would laugh… 

“Fine. But just know, I like my pancakes with extra chocolate,” he sighed, relaxing his muscles some. “And whip cream.”

“Won’t need to. I’m tough enough to not react to whatever it is,” she smiled, bringing the keyboard back over. “Ok, so what is it?”

He stayed silent for a minute. God, he hated saying it outloud. Not that he really ever had to, but still. It was embarrassing. 

“It’s… It’s WienerSoldier1917,” he mumbled. 

“I’m sorry, what?” Y/N said with wider eyes. She heard him, but she was wondering if she heard him right. 

“The W and S are capitalized…” he practically whispered looking down. When he didn’t hear a response but insead deafening silence, he looked over seeing her biting her lip and trying her best to suppress a laugh. Her face became slightly red and her eyes started blinking fast as she tried to pull herself together. “Yeah, I’m definitely getting those pancakes,” he sighed with a shake of his head, not being able to hold back his own soft smile. 

Not even two seconds later, Y/N was in a laughing fit. Practically falling out of the chair. If Bucky hadn’t caught her when he did, she would have gone over the side and brought the chair down with her, but he casually kept the chair from tipping with one arm. 

“Oh, that’s just too good,” she finally got out after a few minutes of full on, stomach aching laughing. She wiped her eyes at the few tears that had come down and shook her head. “Is that seriously your password?”

“You know Tony came up with it! And he knows I don’t know how to change it!” Bucky defended.

“Oh, Tony. What a comedian…” Y/N sighed, catching her breath. “Ok, back to business.” She typed in the password not being able to hold back yet another round of laughs as she typed it out. Bucky just rubbed his temple as she went about her research and giggled. 

After pulling up a few things, she turned to him.

“Ok, I own you a batch of pancakes now,” she smiled, standing and organizing the desktop. “I’ll come back and finish up down here later.”

“You’re not even upset you laughed, are you?” Bucky said following her in step to the door. 

“Oh, I knew I was going to already with how you were acting. I also knew I was hungry and up for something sweet anyway,” she shrugged. “Win, win for me.”

“You’re a punk,” Bucky faked shock, nudging her shoulder with his own before opening the door for her. 

“Eh, like I said. Sweet-innocent Y/N, as you called her, has a day off,” she smiled up at him before wrapping her arm through his. “Hey, and after breakfast? I’ll show you how to change your password,” she looked up at him with a wink.

The two chuckling and talking as they walked upstairs arm and arm to the kitchen.

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