#“nice coat” that coat was $900

[probably-not-a-rocketscientist]

Interviewer: I know you were very light-fingered on set, so you took a nice coat?

[lizthewriter]

please please please / theo nott

PAIRING  bad boy!theo nott x popular!reader

SUMMARY  theo constantly messes up and you're sick of it. either he pulls his act together or you pull the cord of this relationship. theo acts accordingly. (blurb)

QUOTE  "please please please, / don't prove i'm right, / and please please please, / don't bring me to tears when i just did my makeup so nice, / heartbreak is one thing, / and ego's another, / I beg you don't embarrass me motherfucker," - please please please by sabrina carpenter

WORD COUNT  900

WRITTEN  7.7.2024

"stop moving." you let out a huff of irritation as theo hissed and sharply moved his head away from your gentle touch. you crossed your arms, incredulity written all over your face. "you better stop moving or else i'm gonna leave."

"no," he protested softly, grabbing you by the wrist. he fidgeted with the golden bracelet draping so elegantly over your wrist. "please, stay. i'm sorry cara mia, i won't move."

your hardened expression softened at his words and with a forgiving smile, you drew closer to him. dipping a small cotton ball into some alcohol, you pressed it gently into the wound on his cheekbone, causing him to wince again. purple bruises stained the skin surrounding it in various shades, painting his face a lovely array of color. "how many times have i told you to stop getting into fights?"

he glances away from you with a clenched jaw. "many times," he responds in a constrained tone.

"my friends are starting to say things about you - that you're dangerous and reckless," you told him, patting on the wound gently before reaching in the box next to you for bandages. "and now everyone's expecting me to break up with you to make a statement."

theo sighed and bowed his head, rubbing his temples in frustration. you grabbed his chin and gently tilted his head up to look at you. he relaxed as he saw the warm, loving smile on your face - the way your eyes affectionately met his with an overbearing amount of love. a small smirk started to grow on his face. "i love you theo, but you're getting out of control." the smirk fell from his lips into a deep, remorseful frown. "you need to make this work - so don't embarrass me. don't prove i'm right. or else i'm done."

-

"she's gone mad," mattheo said with a roll of his eyes, glancing at you from across the courtyard. him and theo were huddling in the corner, a thick air of smoke surrounding them. you were in the courtyard with your other friends, obviously talking and enjoying yourself. theo tilted his head and puffed out another cloud of smoke - you looked extra pretty today. he couldn't exactly place what made today different than other days. maybe you had pulled your skirt up just a bit higher, or something new with your eye makeup or your hair.

"no, she's right. i can't keep fucking up like this," theo responded to mattheo, stomping on the cigarette butt before beginning to walk away. "i think we're done, mate."

"nott, where do you think you're going? oi! what the fuck?" mattheo called from him across the courtyard as he approached you. as you turned around and saw theo approaching you, at first, a wide grin painted your face. but it soon dissipated as you saw who was coming up behind him.

-

theo glared at the ground as you cleaned up his wounds again. you weren't listening to him, berating him about getting into yet another fight. he tried to tell you that he didn't start it, it wasn't his fault - that he was gonna quit smoking and hanging around mattheo for you.

at some point, he couldn't take it anymore - he pushed himself off the edge of the tub in your bathroom and grabbed his coat.

"where are you going?" you asked him angrily.

"i'm going to prove you wrong," was all he mumbled in response before slamming the door to your bathroom shut, leaving you all alone.

-

three days passed and neither of you spoke to one another. but on the fourth day, you entered the great hall to find it soaked, dripping in beautiful red roses. they were covering every orfice and surface of the room, every table in the hall. you looked to the professor's table to see roses hung in the air above it, spelling out one simple phrase. i'm sorry.

you glanced towards theodore, who was sitting next to blaise zabini, not at all listening to what his friend was saying. as soon as he spotted you entering the hall, he stood up nervously. people stared at the two of you before whispers spread like wildfire throughout the hall. you weren't sure if you were more flustered or embarrassed by his grand gesture.

you felt someone run up beside you. "you got a right boyfriend there," said a hufflepuff boy that had once tried to put the moves on you at a slytherin party, only to end up on the ground with a broken jaw. "he's just sent every guys he's beat on a care package. a care package!" the boy exclaimed in disbelief. "he's a keeper, that one."

you looked towards theo with a small smile and approached him timidly. "this is all very grand, don't you think?" you asked with an arched brow.

"nothing more fitting for the most beautiful girl in the world. i assume you got my message? hope it didn't get lost in the post," theo said jokingly and nodded towards the floating roses with a sheepish shrug.

you hummed. "i got the message quite all right." and you kissed him on the cheek before sitting beside him at the table. "you didn't dissappoint me after all."

"well not after you threatened to break up with me."

"that was only a motivator!" you exclaimed as he barked out a laugh, shoving him in the shoulder. "seriously, theo, thank you. it means a lot to me."

"you're welcome, cara mia."

[coldfanbou]

Serving You (Quickie)

Here's that SinB birthday quickie. She's as submissive as always.

Length: 900

Sinb X Mreader

SinB watched as Eunha skipped ahead of her after the performance; she knew her childhood friend was going to her boyfriend to have sex. It was what she was going to do, too. She headed to a separate room; she thought about you as she neared the green room you were in. SinB could feel her legs becoming slick with her juices as she saw the door. Her calm walk turned into a short jog as she felt herself longing to be stuffed by your cock. She opens and slams the door before launching herself at you. 

SinB presses her lips against you, her tongue trying to push its way inside. You allow her to, knowing that in a few moments, her dominant demeanor would turn into submission. SinB didn’t even try at this point, knowing what you do to her. You place your hands on her hips, the small stones of her shorts poking your hands. “Time for some fun.” SinB moans into your ears. “Why don’t you help me out of this?” SinB runs her thumb across her lower lip, a lustful look in her eye.

She turns herself around, sitting on your lap. You eye the zippers to her outfit. You unzip her top first, and as more of SinB’s back is revealed, you become aroused. SinB grins as she feels your bulge growing against her. SinB holds her top to her chest as it loosens. She looks over her shoulder, smiling at you before tossing her top onto the couch. You were about to start removing her shorts when she stood up. “What’s up, SinB?”

“I thought you’d want a better angle.” She says, bending over. You smirk and begin pulling on the zipper. SinB’s shapely bottom is revealed to you, along with her wet cunt. Slick covers her thighs as she moves her hips side to side, shaking her ass for you. “Come and take it.” You stand up and pull your cock out, rubbing it against her slit and coating it in her nectar. “Mmm, that’s nice.” She hums, gently pushing her ass against you. You move back slightly, pressing your head against her entrance; the slight resistance makes you both moan. You slip inside, feeling her warm walls grip your cock as you push more inside of SinB. She whines, her legs growing weak as she feels you inside her. Looking over her shoulder, SinB watches as your hips move forward. You hit her G-spot. SinB bites her bottom lip as she tries to remain composed, but as you pick up the pace that becomes impossible, moans flow from her lips as you hook her arms, keeping her still. The clap of your bodies fills the room; your thrusts make SinB cry out for more, desperate to feel you take her roughly. “Harder!” SinB cries out as she grimaces.

You let go of one of her arms, pulling back your hand and sending it crashing into her ass. SinB moans, enjoying the pain of the strike. You give her more, slamming your hands into her ass, leaving it bright red. You feel SinB’s walls tightening around you as she nears her orgasm. SinB struggles to contain herself, trying to hold back her orgasm for your sake, but your thrusts are too much. As the tip of your cock kisses her womb, SinB climaxes, her walls clamping down on your cock as she experiences the bliss of her orgasm. 

Her tight walls make it difficult for you to last much longer; you move quickly before coming to a sudden stop and burying yourself inside her. SinB feels your hot semen being pumped into her; she feels your cock throbbing as it pushes more into her pussy. Sinb raises her body, reaching back and putting one arm around you to hold herself up. As she turns her head, you kiss her, her tongue lazily flopping around as you explore her mouth. SinB is on cloud nine; her eyes half-lidded as she recovers from her orgasm. Your hands wander her thin body, moving to her modest chest. You pull on one of her nipples; a low groan comes from the woman. “I think you should clean me up.” You whisper into her ear. SinB nods along, turning around and kneeling before you.

You sit back on the couch, enjoying as SinB wraps her lips around your cock, looking at you lovingly as she uses her tongue on the tip. You place your hand on her head, pushing her to the base of your cock. You felt her throat tighten around you as she struggled to breathe. She looked at you, her gaze trying to gauge how long you would keep her there. 

Once SinB’s throat relaxes, you let her pull back; she coughs before returning to your cock, sliding her lips along the side as she serves you. You feel another orgasm coming and let SinB continue with her blowjob stopping her as you’re about to explode, choosing instead to finish yourself off and paint her face with your cum. SinB opens her mouth, willingly letting you ruin her pretty face as she tries to catch some of your cum. She smiles at you after, enjoying the facial you gave her. SinB reaches between her legs scooping cum from her cunt and eating it, savoring the taste before kissing you on the cheek. “I have to go change, but I’ll be back for more.” She tells you as she puts on her stage outfit again.

[syoddeye]

pricegaz x reader bit. ~900 words. cw: alcohol, chloroform, abduction, insecure reader

the man who bought your drink is out of your league.

soft and warm brown eyes. an easy smile. fit, but not imposing. he fills out his shirt nicely, firm muscle flexing and draping over the two-top you’ve been hiding at all night. he slides the glass next to your empty, introduces himself as kyle, then echoes your name with a grin. you’re afraid to take your eyes off him, scared he’ll disappear and you’ll wake up from a dream. you can’t remember the last time a man approached you like this, so you savor the attention. bask in his spotlight.

it escalates over a couple of rounds. it starts with an innocent comment about your hair and evolves into him pushing up your sleeve to admire your tattoo. his hand falls and rests on your knee, sliding up to squeeze your thigh. he cajoles you into trying to close your thumb and forefinger around his wrist, and when you inevitably can’t, the sound of his laugh makes an express trip south.

eventually, the three ciders catch up, and you excuse yourself. in line for the toilet, you allow yourself a little private smile. it’s happening. finally happening. you’ll ask kyle back to yours when you get back to the table, and break your dry spell.

your plan goes out the window when you return to find another couple at your table, and kyle’s nowhere in sight. you ask the strangers about him anyway, throat drying as they supply the answer you already knew in your gut: him? he said he was leaving.

a stupid shred of hope makes you linger at the bar anyway. each minute that passes drags you further down. your excitement fizzles into dejection. knowing your luck, his friends probably sent him over on a dare. go talk to the wallflower. the loser drinking alone.

you cut your losses and slip out to head home, fishing a cigarette from your bag. a smoke to take the edge off. you rummage for your lighter, cursing at the damn thing. at kyle. at yourself. you get so wrapped up in anger that when you glance up to gauge how far you’ve walked, you do a double take at the man who materializes in the mouth of an alleyway ahead.

his features clarify with every step. he’s got this grizzled sea captain thing going on. broad shoulders in a denim coat with an upturned collar, a beanie tucked over the tips of his ears, and a thick beard. the light of an ember casts a flickering glow across his face, giving him a glow. he leans against the brick with his hands shoved in his pockets. his lips quirk into a smile when he catches you looking.

“need a light?” he asks, gesturing at the cigarette between your fingers.

“yeah, thank you.”

cautious but polite, you glance into the stretch of darkness at his back, relaxing when you see nothing but the streetlamp at the other end. you edge closer, finding yourself drawn by his growing smile. you briefly wonder if this is your shot at redemption. maybe this time, you’ll do the flirting. kyle who? you inwardly laugh. this man’s a bit older, but perhaps that’s what you need. a man.

“sorry, i just had it…” he chuckles, cigar clenched in his mouth as he digs around his pockets.

“it's alright.”

you giggle, bat your eyelashes, and nonchalantly wet your lips.

his eyes follow the motion, then flick behind you. “like i showed you, now.”

your eyebrows pinch and raise, the very picture of confusion, but the obvious question doesn’t make it past formulation.

a mass of fabric appears from around your head, pressing and smothering your nose and mouth. a second source of pressure forces your face into it, cotton catching on your teeth and something sweet leaching onto your tongue. you reach up to yank it away and claw at a hand, but two burly arms wrap around your middle, and together, the men bully you into the alley.

they whisper as they drag you, fight flagging with every inch surrendered.

“solid work, gaz. ah, she's much prettier up close.”

“learned from the best, sir.”

a heavy, unnatural calm rolls over you. your limbs leaden, then collapse all at once as if their bones and muscles liquefy. they keep you from falling with one of them cradling your head. lips press to your temple to hush your pathetic, fading whimpers. they murmur praises as you fall limp.

when you come to, it’s in the back of a windowless van. you notice the gag first, but the ropes hooking you to the van’s wall is an immediate second. head throbbing, your stomach churning from whatever you inhaled, and the bleak swell of dread. it pitches into panic, gripping your heart and squeezing. despite the gag, a scream bubbles up, and—a pair of voices interrupt.

your teary gaze pans to the front of the vehicle. the man in the beanie sits in the driver’s seat and in the passenger seat...kyle. your chest heaves with shallow breaths, eyes widening to saucers.

“you were right, sir. that wrist move’s lethal.”

“gets them every time. riles them up and you get a feel for how they’ll fight back. works best with the desperate and the lonely.”

“yeah? which one do you reckon she is? desperate or lonely?” kyle chuckles. even now, your thighs press together at the sound.

the older man’s eyes find yours in the mirror. “well, dove? which are you?”

[saatoruus]

summary ⭑.ᐟ your spouse/bf/etc xiangli comes home late from work (as usual) after not seeing you at all. he missed you sooooo much you wont be able to walk without wobbling for the morning after !

w.c. 900

warnings ! anypov, lovesick xiangli, no dialogue, nsfw, tame/vanilla, sex !!! mdni

a.n ´ˎ˗ just a littl one for tonighttt.... ive been 2 busy w commissions and staring at him ingame to rly write much but (batting eyelashes) its always so fun when i do !!! stay tuned for ur next installment in ???yrs

xiangli wasnt usually one for intimacy, nor did he exactly have the time to indulge in anything like that — not with countless responsibilities, the moon tree lodge, festival and his regular expected research progress. god, if anyone needed a break, it was yao.

and that's exactly what he got when he started properly going out with you, 'work breaks' in copious amounts. it was a wonder how he even kept his head on straight most days. in fact, his situation was almost entirely flipped on its head after you two were official. the both of you went at it like damn rabbits; whenever he'd have a gap in his schedule or some time to kill without it being long enough to take you out somewhere nice n' proper, it'd usually result in two tangled, out of breath bodies pressed up so close it almost seemed like you had melded together into one.

it was especially frequent when he finally got home after a lengthy day—and near night—at the academy without being able to see you briefly inbetween projects, his coat being slipped hastily from his shoulders, those soft lips pressed so tenderly up against yours, ever gentle, despite the gnawing need in his chest for you close to him. his hands would always follow that same path: starting on your hips - a gentle squeeze, a tug so you'd be pulled flush against his own - so close that the hard outline of him was evident against the crease of your thigh meeting your hip, despite clothed. up your waist, achingly slowly, as if you weren't desperate enough for him already, he took his sweet time, always, making sure you soaked in every ounce of pleasure and anticipation he gave you.

those long, deft fingers would trace every little line and section he could; as if a calculation, his quiet appreciation for your anatomy, your soft skin beneath his fingertips. after your waist it was your chest, the cold of his robotic arm sending goosebumps rising in its wake. by now, he was grinning, aptly aware of each shuddering little breath that left you, each soft gasp or feeble grasp at his pants waistband, you were just as lovesick as he was, and it made his eyes near sparkle in the dim light of your livingroom.

it wasnt long before the two of you, beyond worked up, were in your shared bed; soft orange glow from the lamp in the corner settling beautiful shadows across that pretty face of his. the way he looked at you when you were together, sex or not, had your heart swelling in your chest, drawing out a smile every time. he was infinitely gentle until specified otherwise, more than happy to give it to you rougher than normal when you wanted it. but tonight, the dull, slight sound of his robotic hand working the sex between your legs was just a quiet background element behind the two pairs of laboured, heavy breaths and mumbled kisses.

it was almost painful how good he was with that damn thing. granted, he was renown for being... practically a genius, it was unsurprising that he'd made something so seamlessly human in its motions—despite how scrambled your poor pleasure-drunk brain was as a result of the metal fingers on and around you, you were always quietly impressed by the fact, especially in moments like these when he really put it to use with you.

his free hand, the warm one with stars marked across the knuckles, was on your face, in your hair, anything close to you - he loved just feeling you, skin on skin. desperate, incoherent and slurred-together praises were mumbled against your lips and your neck as his hips rolled, meeting yours in the middle with a wet, gentle sound. you had been going at it so long, so passionately and slowly that you were fit to burst by the time he started suckling marks into the expanse of your throat, licking and babbling softly into the skin there.

he always relished in the way your legs would wrap his waist when you got close, your hands squeezing and pulling him so close it was almost hard to continue at the pace that brought you to the brink - but he always did, eager and more than happy to please his beloved, even when the tight wet of your sex held on so tight he swore he saw stars. it'd be criminal for him not to fill you up to the brim every time, how could he not? he'd watch with nothing but love written all over his face as it leaked out in a drool when he pulled back - not before peppering you in kisses and praise, naturally - his hands palming the hair from your eyes as he made sure you were satisfied and alright.

it was difficult to properly respond right away often times, with the aftershocks of your shared orgasm making your legs twitch and your entrance squeeze around what was once him nestled sweetly inside. but when the pair of you were confident the other was ready for either another round or some snuggling turned sleep, he'd oblige.

© saatoruus ! do not repost, translate, plagiarize or use my work anywhere

[ravenhazes]

thinkin’ out loud.. bottom! phillip graves x top! male reader

CONTENT: MDNI, FEM DNI, sexual activities, anal fingering, blood (mentioned for a brief part), bottom! phillip graves, smut, Top! male reader, office sex, ooc graves? 900+ words, short cause this is my first work posted but will probably be continued if requested.

on the plush and soft sofa in his office you feel the heat of graves body pressed against yours, your mind racing with thoughts and devilish desires. your hands roam over his scarred n’ pale skin, feeling the muscles ripple mildly beneath your harsh but slow touch. you can't help but let out a low growl as you press your lips to his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. he moans in response, his body arching into yours, almost like his body was begging for more.

your fingers trail down his chest, teasing each of his nipples slowly before continuing their antagonizing descent. he trembles and gasps as your fingers reach his waistband playing with it for just a bit to watch him whine in discontent, fumbling down with the button and eventually the zipper. you yourself can't wait any longer, your cock basically throbbing for some sort of physical treatment or release.

as you push his pants down, his erection springs free, flopping back down onto his scarred stomach, sitting there so prettily against it, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip and sliding down. you can't resist the urge to lean down and lick it off, savoring the sweet-tangy taste of his arousal. he groans and tangles his fingers in your hair, guiding you to take more of his length in your mouth. and you almost let him.

but you have other plans tonight. you pull back and flip him over, pushing him onto his hands and knees. his ass presented to you nicely in this view, and you can't help but just marvel at the sight. you roll up his shirt more to lean down and press a kiss to his spine before spreading his cheeks apart, exposing his tight entrance. he was still halfly clothed, his shirt was unbuttoned, gear still sitting loosely on the sofa behind you and his pants slung around the ankles of his feet. 

one of your calloused hands slides down his thighs once more before stopping at his entrance, a thumb coming to circle around the rim, teasing if not only for a bit before pushing into the barrier and inside him. graves immediately clenching around the tip of your thumb. whines would most definitely be heard from the outside if not for the mandatory sound proof walls that came with being in a commander’s office.

the dry push of your thumb inside of him was enough for you to contemplate giving him a bit of relief, spitting onto his puckered rim as lubricant. incoherent words coming out of his pretty little lips as you remove your thumb to add a second finger now, your pointer and middle finger moving in and out of him. he bucks down onto your fingers with an animalistic and carnal desire to chase his release.

a few minutes later you're already adding a third, now thrusting into him at a speed his alluring little mind couldn’t comprehend, at least not while you’re almost full knuckles deep inside of him. desperate moans leave graves mouth, his lips bruised and coated in the smallest amount of blood after biting them so hard trying to reach his bliss.

once you felt like he was ready you pulled your fingers out starting to unbuckle your belt, graves' head turned swiftly to catch the source of the clinking, looking almost too blissed out from the foreplay that was weighing the inevitable. tongue catching the blood dripping from his lips as he flips himself over to his back again with a bloody smirk on his face “sergeant, if s’you keep goin like this I won't last.” 

the final buckle to pull off your belt is released and now you advance to the zipper which doesn’t take long as you pull down your uniform pants leaving you in those uncomfortable shadow issued boxers, the ones graves so loves to see you in, the ones he wants you to take off right now. 

he shifts on his back to hook his fingers onto the waistband of your boxers pulling you forward, one of your arms landing on each side of his head 

your eyes lock onto graves, his dirty blonde’ hair cascading over his forehead. 

he smirks at you, knowing exactly what's on your mind with the lust ridden on your face, he pulls your boxers down so your cock springs free and slaps up onto your abdomen almost comically. his hand comes down to stroke you, fingers tracing veins on your shaft. the cool air hitting you just right as you groan and take hold of his hand to guide his hand along your length. 

graves watches you with hungry eyes, his lips parting slightly he lets out a low growl, your hands tangling in his hair as you press your lips to his. the kiss is wild and passionate, fueled by months of pent-up desire. graves moans into your mouth, his hands gripping your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him still dragging long strokes out of you.

as you break the kiss, graves looks up at you with a glint of mischief in his eyes. 

you lean in to capture his lips once again, your tongue eagerly exploring his mouth. graves responds with equal fervor, his hands roaming over your body, igniting a fire within you. you break the kiss to catch your breath, your eyes locking onto his.

oh.. from how his pretty’ blue eyes shined with painful desire, you could just tell this was going to be one hell of a session.

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Come for me N/SFW w/ Tokyo Revenger Part 1 Characters: Hanam, Baji, Sanzu, Ran & Kisaki WC:900+ TW: Vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampies, biting, suggestive language, pet names, masturbation, making up, licking, mirror sex, & rough handling MDNI 18+

Completely exposed as he had you in front of the mirror. Your legs were spread apart as he had you on his lap, legs draping on each side of his outer thigh. His cock upper thrusting deep into your swollen throbbing cunt. The previous cum seeps out of you as he thrusts into you. His hands massaged your breast as his other finger began to stimulate your clit. Your eyes make contact with his through the mirror. Seeing how he was flexing his jaws each time his cock slipped into your slippery pussy. “I can’t~~~ take any more cum baby~~~ it's not staying in~~~” you were panting as you tried to speak but the moans seemed to linger much longer than needed. As his finger was playing with your clit the cum that was coming out of your way made it more pleasurable and more sensitive as he continued his finger motion on your clit becoming a form of lubricant. The sensation of your cunt began to tense up as you could hear him moan your name close to your ear.  "You're gonna make me cum again~~~’ you thought to yourself as your brain scrambled to comprehend what was happening once again. He already knew by your facial expression that it was just in a matter of moments you would climax for him once more.

Hanma

Hamna was getting off knowing how close you were to come again. Licking the crook of your neck that sent chills down your spine. He watches his tattooed hand continuously play with your clit non-stop. So eager to see you cum this thrust started to pick up the pace more of the cum that was inside of you began to form a ring around the base of his cock dripping down to his balls. “Come on, pretty girl, let me see that pretty pussy of yours cum on my dick.~~~” The pure seduction coming from your boyfriend sending you over the edge. Feeling your chest becoming a bit tight it was getting hard for you to breathe. As you clenched around his cock snuggling it in nice and tightly into your pussy. 

Baji

Feeling a sting on your shoulder as your long-haired lover sinks his teeth into your skin. The number of marks left by him all over your body was his way of marking his territory. You were his territory once you both were dating. Letting out a whimper as he removed his sink-in teeth from your shoulder he noticed a small amount of blood. He proceeded to lick the small amount of blood. His orbs could see how you were biting down on your lower lip. “I just love how your body quivers so easily by the way I touch you. Such a fucking turn-on ~~” letting out a low husk voice. “If you don’t keep this cum inside of you this time you're going to continue to get fucked sweet cheeks.” 

Sanzu

His high was intensifying his own orgasm. He watched as your tits bounced with each thrust he did into your pussy. He brought his finger to his lips, coated in his saliva. His fingers toying with your nipples, giving them a twist seeing your nipples becoming hard. You continued to call his name out loud. You felt like your body was going to give out after hours of being fucked by him and if you came one more time you may faint. (That was it your soul was leaving your body this time you knew for sure it was.) Your head leaned back against Sanzu. The room seemed to be spinning as you were trying to catch your breath “Is my dick too much for you to handle princess? Tsk tsk it's not over just yet I can keep going on all night long. You deprived me of your pussy long enough now I get to fucken enjoy it for as long as I want.~”  The dirty talking was more than enough to send you over the edge.

Ran

“My-my you're trembling baby I thought you said you could handle this cock?” he cooed in your ear. His finger slightly applied more pressure to your clit and began to rub your clit a bit slower. You slightly squirmed around your breath becoming a bit hitched. His finger removed from your  clit coated with both of your juices bringing those up to your lips “Have a little taste for me baby girl open wide.” Ran ordered and you did as you were ordered you opened your mouth like the good girl you were. His finger slid into your mouth, your tongue sliding against his fingers. “That’s my girl.” bringing back his hand to clit “You look so perfect right now” The stimulation of your clits resumed by his fingers. It didn’t take long to feel the flashing of heat coming back to your body.

Kisaki 

You turned your head towards him, as his glasses were off his face and his hair was tousled a bit. His warm breath against your dampened skin. You wanted a taste of his lips, his hands removing off your breast, grabbing a fist full of your hair from the back as he shoved your lips against his “You are mine and mine only, do you understand now.” Letting out a low grunt. He was upset earlier about how someone thought they could talk to you without his consent. “Remember that, I’m the only one that can fuck you and your pretty little pussy.” his thrusting becomes a bit rougher than normal. His hand gripping your chin facing the mirror once more “I want you to cum for me and remember you're only allowed to cum for me got that princess.” 

[anemptypuddingcup]

EEEE Bae!! Okay, lemme get myself straight....*inhales dilf*

OKAY!!! First off, congrats on the 900!!!!! <3 I also wish to reach that milestone soon!!! >:)

Now for my requests....get ready.....ooooh it's gonna be hot......

May I have Kaku + Kink! Spanking? (god I'm a sucker for this kink) A possible scenario is like where fem! reader is always being rude to other ppl and him being the "nice" guy teaches her to get her act together? 🫣

The other one would be Sabo + Kink! Gloves (perfect for him😳) I'm not so sure about the scenerio here...so I'll leave it up to your creative mind!

Thank youuu >:) 💕

Omggg, you lucky I’m so excited baby girl. I was bouta continue writing the Luffy fic but I just HAD to answer your submission first. Dw you’ll get that Luffyussy soon baby.

And thank youuuu love! I’m happy that I’ve gotten this far, and just so you know I’ll support you all the way when you reach that milestone and higher. I love you stephie.💕

Kaku & Spanking.

“How many times have I told you to stop dressing like that!” Paulie huffs before he covers his face, flustered from you showing skin. You pout and huff at him before crossing your arms. “You do this every time I come up here, how bout you stop looking at me perv!” You say, gripping Paulie’s shirt collar and staring him deep in the eyes.

Paulie sighs as you walk away past him and Kaku. Before you could fully walk past Kaku, he grabs your wrist and stops you from walking away from him. You turn to him, your brows furrowed as you struggled to pull your hand away. “K-Kaku! Let go of me!” You demanded. Instead of listening, he throws you over his shoulder, shocking both you and Paulie.

“Kaku!-“

“I’ve just about had it with you and your slutty behavior woman, Califa doesn’t even act like this.” Kaku huffs.

***

“MMGH! A-AH!~” You bit your bottom lip hard as you feel Kaku’s palm hit your ass with intensity, drool spilling from your lips as you felt your ass beginning to sting from his hits. “Keep counting or we’re restarting.” Kaku demands, giving you a dark glare. Your body shivers under him before he hits you against.

“I-I-I lost c-count!~” You whined, turning back to him. You hear him chuckle before he slaps your ass again, this time a bit harder than all the others. You whine out as your body begins to shudder against his lap as you feel your cunt fluttering around nothing, your heat spilling down your thighs and legs.

“Fine by me then, we’ll just restart. If you lose count again we’ll keep restarting until you can learn to count like a good little girl.”

You let out a heavy whine as you squirm around on his lap, not wanting to admit to yourself how much you were enjoying this.

Sabo & Gloves.

Sabo presses a kiss to your ear as your body trembled against his. Your legs were spread open for while his gloved fingers were buried deep inside of your aching hole. “You like this, angel? Does it feel good when the fabric is inside this pretty pussy?” Sabo asks, whispering the words into your ear.

You exhaled shakily before nodding, throwing your head back as he shoved his fingers hard against your g-spot. “Y-Yes!~ I-It feels good Sabooo~” You admit, your voices shaky as you moan out in pleasure. Sabo chuckles as he notices your slick coating and staining his gloves.

“I know it feels good~ Your pussy’s clinging to my fingers. With your tight grip you might just pull the glove off angel~” He giggles before pressing a kiss to your neck. Your legs begin to tremble as you feel Sabo’s gloved palm rub against your clit, adding on to the pleasure.

You feel his other gloves hand grope your breast as a gloved finger swirls around your hardened bud, the fabric of the glove feeling wonderful against your nipple. “Ahh~ Sabo~ S-Sabo p-please~” You thrust your hips up against Sabo’s fingers, wanting him to fuck you just a little bit faster with them.

Sabo moves in closer to you. “Please what angel? Use your words for me baby~” He says, teasing you. “P-Please move your fingers faster~ I-I’m so close!~” You whine out, biting your bottom lip. Sabo giggles.

“As you wish, my little angel~”

[musings-of-a-rose]

Hello, so I got another idea and it is going to be super fluff. So this idea is Robbie x Reader, and the reader is coming back from work and she heard a meow coming from a alley and she stared in aww and she thinks that “Robbie wouldn’t mind that I bring this cute kitty at home”. And she brings it and she opens the door and saw Robbie at the couch and he sees her but she is turning away so he wouldn’t see the cat.

Cat Dad

Pairing: Robbie Reyes x f!reader

Word Count: 900+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: I changed it up a little bit from your original ask. I hope that’s ok!

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Robbie Reyes Masterlist

As soon as the clock hits 5pm, I’m out of there, practically running out of my office building, taking in as much of the setting sun as I can for the brief moment its rays touch my face. 

The bus home is crowded, everyone just trying to get home after a long day at work. Thankfully, I’m only a 15 minute ride away. I quickly hop off at my stop, after shoving my way through the mass of people, and step out onto the sidewalk, turning to walk the 5 or so blocks to my boyfriend Robbie’s place. 

I walk past an alley and hear the tiniest, most pathetic meow I’ve ever heard. Backtracking, I look down the alley, not immediately spotting anything. But then I see some trash shift on the floor and I hear another tiny meow come from it. Walking over, I carefully extricate the small kitten from the pile of trash, holding it by the back of it’s neck so it won’t scratch me. It’s all black, bright orange eyes looking up at me and I swear it reminds me of Robbie and his…other side. 

“You look like you could use a bath and a nice place to sleep. What do you think? Promise not to scratch me?”

The kitten mews and I hesitate a moment before cradling it in my arms. No wait, her in my arms. And to my surprise, she cuddles into me instantly, her fur still wet from the rain we had a couple hours earlier. 

“Come on little Ghost. Let’s get you home,” I coo, as I wrap her in my jacket with me. 

–

I got her clean, watching her jump around in the small amount of water I had in the bathtub as she bats at a rubber ducky I had gotten for Robbie as a joke. Eventually, I get her out and towel her off, raiding the cabinets to find a can of tuna for her. I pop open the can and put some on a plate, setting it down. She starts eating immediately, meowing for more when she finishes. After, she follows me around the house, not wanting to leave my side. I pick her up, cradling her tiny body. 

“You wanna stay with us?” She meows and rubs her head on my hand. I chuckle. “Ok, then. You can stay, Ghost. I guess that’s your name now too, since I heard you but didn’t see you.”

Just then, Robbie opens the door, tossing his keys in the basket I’d placed on a small side table as he shakes out his beloved coat, tossing it over the back of the chair and enters the living room, walking towards me with a smile. 

“Hey, baby. How was - what’s moving under that blanket?”

I put on my best puppy eyes. “Nothing?” Ghost meows from under the blanket and I look down at it, whispering “Traitor.”

“Is there a cat under there?”

“No? Technically she’s a kitten?”

“Baby-” I move the blanket and Ghost turns her tiny, bright orange eyes up, staring at Robbie, who goes momentarily speechless. 

“Ok, she’s cute. But she can’t stay. You’ll bring her to a shelter or something tomorrow, ok?”

“But, Robbie! She’s so small and she loves me!”

“She loves anyone who feeds her.”

“No really. She follows me around. Plus, she reminds me of you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Dark outside with a flame in her eyes.”

He’s quiet for a bit. “Still, it’s a cat. She can’t stay. And don’t give me the pouty lip.”

—----

I wake in the morning, patting the bed next to me and finding it empty, not even a trace of warmth from Robbie. I pull on one of his shirts and walk to the living room, a yawn dying on my lips when I take in what’s happening. 

Robbie. Asleep on the couch. With little Ghost curled up on his chest, half tucked under a blanket, like he’d tucked her there. She’s purring loudly, only cracking open one eye to look at me before cuddling her head deeper, a soft smile on Robbie’s lips as he continues to doze. 

Ghost never does go to a shelter and spends her time at our place or at the shop, chasing any small rodents or bugs that dare enter her domain. And Robbie? He went out that next day and bought nearly the entire pet store, coming home to show me all of the fancy toys and food he’d bought for her. 

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[sixeyesgojo]

butterfly birthday

☾ Summary: August 3—Yoo Joonghyuk’s birthday, a date that used to be so trivial to him. ☾ Characters: Yoo Joonghyuk x reader ☾ Word count: ~900 ☾ Content warning: slight spoilers for orv, mention of blood, mention of death, character death, mention of a funeral, angst ☾ Author's note: angsty drabble for YJH's birthday 2023.

The sun blazed from above, a light breeze grazed his sharp features and raven hair. It was almost insulting that the weather was this nice. Joonghyuk took every step with difficulty, the black combat boots he usually wore felt heavier than a mountain. The long black coat seemed like a prison and the belts on him like shackles, binding him to the abyss he found himself in.

And yet, his steady but slow pace led him up the mountain, all the way to a certain cliff. His scarred hands carried a bouquet of sunflowers and a slightly yellowed card. Joonghyuk stopped in front of a shaped stone, a monument in remembrance of someone he cared for. For a moment, he gazed at it. Memories flashed inside his mind and he had to take several deep breaths to push them to the back of his mind again.

August 3—Yoo Joonghyuk’s birthday, a date that used to be so trivial to him. He never understood how you found joy in celebrating the day he was born. When he asked you about it, your face lit up. Your smile could have rivaled the brightest stars in that moment, he was sure. “I just love summer… because you were born in summer, Joonghyuk!” was all you said to him in response. Back then, he just scoffed. After he saw how much joy you felt celebrating with him and the others, his birthday became something more enjoyable to him. Just as you managed to soften his rigid heart a little bit, the happiness was ripped away from him. After all, fate dictated that it wasn’t appropriate for a regressor to be happy.

Crouching down, Joonghyuk placed the flowers in front of the tombstone and brushed his calloused fingers against the engraving that bore your name. He had brought sunflowers because they were your favorite—you had told him that they reminded you of happier days, summer sunshine and in turn, Joonghyuk. The black-clad man sat down and leaned against the stone. Your contagious laughter plagued his mind. Now he wished that he could hear you wish him a happy birthday once more. Just once was good enough for him. But he was too well aware that he couldn’t.

Han Sooyoung had vanished soon after that incident, mourning in her own way. The people whom he loved and who loved him the most were gone. Now he was truly alone in this world. So what was he living for? What was his purpose?

He fought hard not to think about that day, but the images flooded his mind: the monsters, blades that were pointed at him, the crimson color of blood that was splattered everywhere and the lifeless bodies that were scattered as far as the eye can reach. Joonghyuk struggled to suppress those dark memories by thinking of happier times. He recalled the way your eyes would narrow whenever you laughed. But each of these memories were followed by a gruesome one. His mind whirred from one image to another, back and forth. It seemed to fight itself, thinking of you: from your smile to you screaming at him to warn him from an incoming slash attack, your reprimands towards Dokja whenever he behaved recklessly to you jumping in front of him to take the blow in his stead, from your caring nature to your corpse that Joonghyuk retrieved from the battlefield, from your devious grin whenever you pranked Dokja or Sooyoung to the moment your coffin was lowered into the ground on a rainy day. The agony he had felt during your funeral—he remembered as if it happened yesterday.

The onslaught of memories—both good and bad—continued and he wanted everything to stop. As he mourned you, a thought popped into his head: If Joonghyuk brought him back, would he find a way to bring you back too?

His tired eyes looked at the sky as if it would provide an answer to his question. Then he looked at the slightly yellowed card in his hand; it was a card you had written for him ahead of time.

Dear Joonghyukie, It’s not your birthday yet but I am already writing this card! Who knows when I’ll find time again to do so. We’ve been terribly busy surviving in this world and I am eternally grateful to have found you and the others. It’s a blessing to be with you—I really enjoy spending time with you all, even if it’s just figuring out the best way to overcome the scenarios, fighting together or coming up with plans on how to proceed. Admittedly, I was scared of you at first but I quickly realized that you’re a good person. You just express yourself differently. I know the world has been cruel to you but I hope you’ll never lose your flicker of hope and your fire. As it’s your birthday—and you’re very dear to me—I wish you the happiest birthday. Looking forward to all the birthdays we get to spend together! Love, Y/N

“Thank you. Happy birthday to me,” he whispered after having read your birthday message. Those were words he rarely used. And now he hoped you heard them, wherever you were.

Shortly after he uttered these words, a blue-winged butterfly landed on the bouquet he had brought with him. Ultimately, it found its place on his nose. That was the moment he knew: You had heard him. And he smiled.

[aphrxditing]

How to reinvent your wardrobe : The basics 

Before starting, remember the goal is to wear the clothes, don't let them wear you. Be confident, a good way to do that is by buying things you genuinely love and feel comfortable in. This post is only focused on basics, so nothing too exciting but it is needed.

✩ Learn about yourself and your body:

Before spending money on clothes and/or a new style. Find out what you like and don’t like when it comes to clothes. If you’re stuck and don’t know what you like or look good in. I recommend learning about your body archetype. There are plenty of quizzes and videos on this topic. I will list some of my favorites below. Learning about your body archetype is a good starting point to what suits you best but of course you don't have to follow everything these quizzes say, pick and choose what works for you. I also recommend looking at fashion eras and picking what you like and don’t like in each era.

♡ Invest in high quality basics:

Why? Because no matter what style or aesthetic you choose these basics always come in handy. Basics are timeless, you can never go wrong with jeans and a basic white tee. Lastly, basics are super easy to style, you can dress them up or down. If you don't want to style them you don't have to because they're outfits on their own. Some of the basics that I recommend buying are:

Black and white shirts: Long and short sleeves. Personally I love cropped tees since I love wearing high waisted pants but the style of shirt you choose depends on you, your body and what you feel comfortable in. Also have different variation of these shirts for different occasions.

Blue and black jeans: The fit really depends on your body type but these jeans are super easy to style.

A nice active wear set: It makes you feel hot and makes you want to leave your house so the world knows how hot you are. So yeah it’s needed. Also they’re super comfy, need I say more?

Trousers/dress pants: For some these are a hit or miss but I think they are a great way to look put together without doing the most. I won’t lie I used to hate them but finding the right fit for you is what matters most.

Long coat: A good quality long coat is a easy way to look put together during colder weather.

White button up: We can’t talk about basics without mentioning a white button up, they’re classic. I recommend getting one that fits perfectly and another that is oversized. Trust me.  

Black and white dress: You can never go wrong with a simple black dress. White dress give off a "I have my life together” vibe.

❁ Accessories:

I'll briefly go over this since this is getting long. Invest in certain things but not everything. Find out what Jewelry colour suits you. I found a really good webpage that speaks about that.

When it comes to bags, go to a thrift store. And I don’t mean thrift stores that everyone goes to, so don’t go to savers or value village. Go to thrift stores that older people frequent. Why? Because that’s where you find amazing vintage pieces but at a really cheap price. You will find perfect vintage bags with real leather, looks like it’s never been used for less than 10$. I know that because I have found bags valued at 900$+ for 5-7$, some with tags still on. 

Links:

Kibbe Body Type

Kibbe Body Type Test

What is your jewelry colour?

[gentleeclipsey]

Hmmm, I've been listening to music again, I have thoughts about Jackie's fluffy trollish family, fair warning, it's long and things may change:

Ancient family curse, they're all fluffy, every generation or so there's always one that looks familiar to the ancient root ancestor, mostly referred to as Shardback

Shardback is called that because heartstone chunks rooted into her back, she only lived about 10,000 years but it was enough to have a few secret whelps which carried the family line from ancient times to modern times

The Shardback and Blackthroat families hated each other, but Penn, Jack's mom, is half Blackthroat, he's essentially merged the family trees and forced mercy between the two lines

Monsoon is Penn's late sister, now he only has his brother Haverwrath, but he's also got other relatives from his mom, Jack's grandma, that have kids his age, so the Shardback family tree is far from dying out, especially now that Blackthroats are involved

Those cursed, like Jack and her Grandma Jax, all look the same when young but as they age they all become different, new main and coat patterns arise around their mid 450s to 500s

On average they tend to live to about 1000 to 2000, of course there's outliers in every generation, Gran Jax is only about 900 herself so her marks have expressed themselves

Generally speaking a family reunion is the cutest thing to witness because they're a bunch of playful idiots big cats, and most are pettable if you ask nicely, and yes almost all of them purr and get happy taps

I have no idea who sired Penn or Jackie yet, only that Penn loves his stupid fluffy baby and genuinely did not expect her to marry into royalty, he's proud of all of his kids either way and is just happy Jackie will be taken care of if he dies young

While Gran Jax is only 900, Penn is about 600 himself, I believe Jackie to be around 400 to 500, just before she gets her marks, and yes Penn had her young

When born, they have a fever coat, a funky layer of miscolored fluff along the top of their pelts, generally it falls out before they turn 100, but it returns when they're sick for prolonged periods

They greet each other by nuzzling heads, they also peep, chirp, and squeak at each other frequently

The fluffiness is a highly dominant gene, in hundreds if not thousands of generations it hasn't faded and every new child born to the line is fluffy, even if they're a changeling, volcanic troll, sea troll, doesn't matter, they're getting fluff whether they like it or not

Things like scales, horns, and spikes aren't common in the family but they're not rare either, however when present they're usually not too large, for instance Kanjigar's horns may be possible but something like Draal's is highly unlikely, if they do have them it's likely these will show up later in life rather than immediately

Gran Jax should've had a black/grey coat with white marks or white fading, Jackie is hoping her real coat is pretty

All of them get heavier in winter and will grow out their coats, family snow beans are also common

Often they have different pawpads depending on what species sired them, however the heart Jackie has is new, it's likely a new mutation

Sal fucking cries seeing her family because he physically cannot withstand that amount of poof in one room, this idiot king will die because he finds them so fucking cute

I love to imagine in the afterlife Shardback terrorizing the Blackthroat ancestor who's absolutely PISSED the old hag's line finally won into their own, it's like a damn soap opera episode and it's hilarious

That's all I have thank you

Comfort combat, they fuckin invented it

They can have crunchy mews, like a funky or old cat, also, scraggly whiskers when they sleep too hard

[dudeshusband]

Ship: Mike x Pete Nelson

Words: 900

Description: Mike and Pete get a pumpkin.

Warnings: A bit of insecurity on Mike's part. But that's just me.

The circus returned back to its home base after Halloween. It had been a long spring and summer of touring the country, and soon the circus would close for the winter. Mike walked through the crunching leaves, on their way from pitching hay for the elephants. They passed their boyfriend, who was dealing cards on the Midway. His eyes lit up as he saw them, and he ran up to meet them. 

“Hi, Pete,” they said. 

“There’s a pumpkin patch, a little ways off from the circus.” 

Mike furrowed their eyebrows. “A pumpkin patch…?” 

He nodded. “Get your coat and I’ll get you one.” 

“Pete, it’s after Halloween.” 

“Make a pie out of it. I don’t know. It’s not Christmas yet.” 

Mike smiled. He seemed so adamant about it. “You know, if you want to spend time with me, you can just say so.” 

His eyes glittered in the light of the setting sun. It made Mike weak in the knees. 

“I wanna spend time with you.” 

He said it so gently, so earnestly. Mike thought they turned to jelly right there. 

“Well, I have to change,” Mike said. “I have to put something nice on.” 

“You always look nice.” 

Mike shook their head fondly. “Pete, that’s not what I meant.” 

Mike hurried off to Pete’s trailer, which they lived in at this point. They made quick work of freshening up, changing into one of their turtleneck dresses, and applying makeup. They twisted their hair into the neatest bun they could do quickly. 

Pete was waiting for them outside the door, leaning against the side of the trailer. He’d put on his jacket, and held a cigarette loosely between his lips.

“Ready?” he asked, without taking the cigarette out of his mouth. 

They nodded, and stepped down. Pete took their hand in his, and used the other to light his cigarette. He turned to them, flitting his eyes up and down their body. 

“You get all dolled up just for me?” 

Mike chuckled. “Not just for you.” 

“For the people at the pumpkin patch?” 

Mike shook their head. “What about me? Don’t I get to look good for myself?” 

“Sure you do.” 

Mike stared at their boyfriend as much as they could on their walk, without tripping. He looked ever so pretty in his blue jacket and the crisp morning air. His hand was warm compared to Mike’s which always ran cold. And, they could help but be mesmerized by his lips. When he smiled, when he talked, and when he smoked, as he was now. They often wondered if he had a similar obsession with them. 

As they walked, he glanced at them every so often, smiling gently. They wondered, too, what he was smiling at. What did he see? The hastily applied lipstick? The tired eyes? The hair sticking out of their bun? Some permanent, flawed, facet of Mike’s face? What was he romanticizing in his mind? 

Mike had gotten lost in their own head, so much so, they had no idea where they were. 

“Mike, honey, we’re here,” Pete said. He dropped his cigarette and put it out with his foot. 

Mike snapped out of their fog. “Sorry.” 

Mike looked around the pumpkin patch. It had some pumpkins still in their patch, some on carts, and a cart of non-pumpkin miscellanea. Up front there was a cart selling 10 cent hot apple cider. 

“Should we get a little one or a great big one?” Pete asked them. 

“Can we get some apple cider?” Mike asked him. 

He nodded, and led them to the apple cider cart. He ordered for them, which he was used to doing for girlfriends, and Mike didn’t see the point in correcting it. He paid, too, which Mike was still trying to get themselves used to. 

The pair sipped their cider and walked through the pumpkins. 

“We should get a small one,” Mike said. “It’ll be easier to take back and keep.” 

He nodded. 

“Also, don’t you think I should buy my own pumpkin?” 

“I don’t see why,” he said. “I’m takin’ you out. I wanted to get you one.” 

“Alright.” 

“I expect to buy you things,” he said. When Mike opened their mouth to protest, he amended, “I want to buy you things. It makes you happy. It makes me feel good.” 

He squeezed their hand gently. 

“Now, get yourself a pumpkin. Make us both happy.” 

Mike got one of the smallest pumpkins in the patch, and showed it to their boyfriend. 

“Here,” they said. 

“That’s barely a pumpkin!” he exclaimed, with some amusement. “That’s a kid pumpkin.” 

“It’s done growing,” Mike said. 

He took the pumpkin in his big hands. “It makes me feel like a giant.” 

Mike chuckled. “That’s the one. Perfect.”

Pete shook his head, but still smiled at them. He walked to the front, and gave the owner some money out of his wallet. Once the pumpkin was theirs, he returned back to Mike, and handed it to them. Then, he took their other hand. 

“Ready?” he asked. 

“Yeah,” Mike said. “It’s cold out here.” 

Pete swung his jacket off, and put it over Mike’s shoulders. 

“Hey, you only have that polo on, I have this turtleneck dress.” 

He smiled. “I can handle it.” 

Mike snuggled up to him as they walked. It was a bit awkward, but they soon figured it out, and made their way back to the circus. 

[woodsdyke]

i meant to post this for halloween and never did. happy belated halloween here's 900 words about murdering your sister but she gets better

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It’s hard to tell if it’s six feet, but it’s close.

The hastily dug hole, not much of a rectangle but he can’t say he was going for precision, yawns up in front of him like a pair of waiting jaws.

He sits on the ground with an exhausted groan, dead grass crunching underneath him. He wipes sweat from his brow and the back of his hand comes back streaked in blood. Maybe his, maybe not.

When the body lands in the grave, it does so with a dull thump that makes nausea roil in the pit of his stomach. “I’m so sorry,” he mutters as he reaches for the shovel, and isn’t quite sure if he means it.

---

It was over money, because of course it was. People have always loved killing each other over a bit of gold, just enough to get another meal or so much that they will never know what to do with it, hoarded for no reason other than a deep-seated sense of greed that, if they’re unlucky, will strip away their humanity piece by piece, like wet parchment, maybe torn like a piece of bloodstained old linen.

It’s enough money to make him and his whole family comfortable for the rest of their lives and then some, for their children and their children’s children.

It doesn’t stop the guilt from following him like a hungry coyote, matted fur and bright yellow eyes.

---

She looks at him, calm, gaze even, says ‘what the actual fuck is wrong with you’, and drops dead on the floor.

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He tells Sadie. He has no idea why he tells her, but does all the same, because keeping her in the dark just feels like another strike against him, another tentative step towards the point of no return. ‘Jesus Christ, Arden,’ she tells him, sitting across the table, leaning forward with her hands clasped on the tabletop in front of her. He doesn’t know what her expression means, brow furrowed, lips pursed into a thin line. He looks at her, hopelessly, and tries to say something but no words come out and then that’s it. Sadie gets up from the table wordlessly and walks out of the room. Arden doesn’t follow her.

They never talk about it again.

The final story is that his sister got into a brawl at a local bar and ended up unlucky, bullet to the skull, sudden and tragic. But she was always a difficult one, hot-headed and always ready for a fight, so it doesn’t surprise anyone much.

Arden dreams of a mound of soil in a clump of trees in the middle of a cornfield.

--

He receives the inheritance in full. He signs the last piece of paperwork, pen scratching against parchment, and his hand shakes so much the letters look warped. He tells himself this is how it was supposed to be. She wouldn’t have even wanted it. She didn’t care about the money. She would have thrown it away on a whim. A voice somewhere in the back of his head asks why he murdered her over it, though, why he took it so far, why he let her bleed out on his expensive Persian rug, why he dragged her bloody corpse to that clump of trees and dug an almost-six-foot-deep hole and didn’t even put a cross or a particularly nice rock, because he thinks and overthinks and feels a deep-seated terror of someone finding that pile of dirt and asking questions.

That Sunday, he goes to confession.

He worries the hem of his shirt between his thumb and index finger, looking down at the floor, at the bit of dull, yellowed light shining through between the floor and the confessionary door.

“I killed my sister,” he says, helplessly. “I killed my sister and Father, I don’t know if I regret it.”

--

He wakes up covered in cold sweat, heart in his throat, and climbs quietly out of bed, taking care not to wake Sadie. He throws on a coat and some boots and closes the front door silently behind him. It’s cold, frost crunching under his shoes as he walks, breath a small cloud of fog with every exhale. It’s a new moon, so the darkness stretches on far out into the distance, as if the sun might decide to never rise again. Arden goes to the shed in the backyard and finds what he’s looking for. Then he heads for the cornfield.

The clump of trees in the middle of that field is more threatening than he remembered the last time he was here. The dark, spindly shadows loom up at him, bare branches shuddering in the wind almost as if they have a mind of their own.

He picks up his shovel and starts to dig.

He doesn’t know why. Doesn’t know what is compelling him to do this, what the end goal is supposed to be, what he expects to find. What sort of closure he thinks this will give him, even if he knows the answer is not even a scrap.

He digs all the same.

Then it’s done, five feet and change into the dirt, and Arden fights the urge to just lay down and stay there. His arms are shaking from exertion and his clothes are covered in dirt and grime. He wipes his face with his sleeve, and it comes back red.

Arden looks down at his sister’s final resting place and curses an empty grave.

[askgmangraves]

Your partner gave him dry food!! Now he's eating sushi and premium wet food with a garish of chicken while wearing a nice winter coat. I love him, you can take him from my COLD, DEAD, HANDS.

I'll give you a 900 dollar bonus for maintenance right now if you let my partner have partial custody. I'm not saying give him up but think all of the stuff you can buy meowthew.

[polizwrites]

WIP Update - 23 Aug 2023

Another slightly-below average writing week -- I touched 3 fics (2 WIPs & 1 new work)  for a total of  1943 words, with 1268 being on one fic!

On Ao3, I posted:

Chapter Five of A Sugar-Coated Pill - No Powers Omegaverse WinterIron AU - Bucky and Tony get intimate and confess their feelings.

Set a Course for Adventure - No Powers established Stony one-shot - their friends send them on a mystery cruise.

Chapter Five of Technicalities - No Powers University AU - Steve accepts Bucky's offer of an intimate massage; foreplay ensues.

On Tumblr, I posted:

NamNori - Tony encounters an alternate version of himself, thanks to a mystic mirror at the Sanctum Santorum.

I have  19 semi-active WIPs  😬 with my  current  deadlines being the Tony Stark This or That, Hot Bucky Summer and Stony AUgust events, which all wrap at the end of August.  

See  below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc.  As always, feel free to send me   prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding  any of these projects  or any other WIPs I’ve got out there.   Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Seek & Destroy Collab

After reading @psychiccatpanda‘s amazing   Morguna and the Green Queen, I  got the itch to explore the Soldier’s POV and talked  Faustie into   collab’ing with me!  We’re working on a new part of the series, and I’ve  contributed about 900 words towards the  2500-ish we have so far.   Going to see if I can squeeze any of my BBB squares into this fic.  

Hot Bucky Summer [BBE_HBS]  (Ends Aug 30) 

Another @buckybarnesevents  event, this time with weekly smexy prompts.  My goal is to complete at least two fics/chapters per month for this challenge and have actually filled/will fill three of the 4 weeks for June and July so far.  

Week Twelve - “Who’s My ___”+ Good Boy -   Posted Chapter 5 of Technicalities, this morning. It came in at 1496 words and crosses over with my SVB Edging Square. Steve POV: After a bit of making out, our boys head to the bedroom for some foreplay.

Week Thirteen -  FREE WEEK - another previous prompt use - Week Nine’s “How do you want me?” + Tied Down  crossing over with ACB Alexander Pierce and CABB Licking Lips squares for Chapter Four of Finding Something Fresh. This chapter has our boys working out the details of an imminent scene - it will post 8/25 and is drafted at 1116 words.

Tony Stark This or That [TSTOT_23] (Ends 31 Aug)

I have four prompts posted and one WIP - need to complete 5 fanworks total.

* 1a - Love Letters  brainstormed with  @somesortofitalianroast and  Meg during the  @buckybarnesbingo  Discord party and will be combining this with my BBB  Fireplace prompt for a  1980′s No Powers WinterIron fic where they discover that someone’s writing them both the same love letters.   Started poking at this and have 129 words towards a minimum 600 due by the end of the month. Targeting to post on the 30th. I did create a moodboard in case this doesn't jell; the fic is kind of fighting me at the moment.

Stony AUgust (Ends 31 Aug)

This weekly prompt challenge is run as a part of the @stonyauniverse bingo, but you don’t have to be participating in the bingo to play along!

Week 1 - Profession - Chapter One of Falling For You - see TSTOT Disaster above.

Week 2 - Time Period – Posted Chapter One of Seduction and Abduction; Collusion and Retribution which crossed over with my SAUB AU: Pirate and TSB Historical prompts for a Pirate Captain!Steve/kidnapped!Tony fic. It came in at 969 words and I have Vague Ideas of where to go next…

Week 3 - No Powers - Posted Set a Course for Adventure a tad late on Monday 😁. It's a 1078-word established Stony one shot that crosses over with my SAUB AU: Cruise Ship, TSB Retirement and CABB Anniversary Date squares. I have Vague Ideas for a potential Stuckony sequel at some point, but am calling it good for now.

Week 4: Nice Try, Canon - have a Vague Idea for this that may fill either my TSB Shawarma or "Get back in bed" squares ?

All Caps Bingo [ACB_R1]  (Ends 30 Sep)

I’ve got eighteen completed fics, four WIPs and  will be pursuing the One Fill, One Bingo  Challenge for Row 5.   “Man, shut the hell up!”, Alpha Bucky Barnes, James Rhodes, Humping, Competitive Idiocy

* N2 - Sex Toys - Filling this with the upcoming Chapter Five of Finding Something Fresh - Beta!Sub!Bucky and Omega!Dom!Steve enjoy their first sexual scene together. It will cross over with my SVB Tied to a Bed square.

* G1 - Isaiah Bradley -  Planning to add more to The Fist, Defeated.  (possibly present day)

* G2 - Nesting - Posted Chapter 5 of Sugar-Coated Pill on Friday - Bucky and Tony are finally getting together. I combined in with my TSB “Are you there yet?” and WIB Blowjob squares and it came in at 1247 words.

* G3 - Established Relationship - planning to fill this with Chapter 2 of   Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole   - a Bucky POV remix of at least the first part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right), which is current sitting at  52 words.  I’m expecting at least one more chapter, possibly two, depending on how far I want to take the remix.  

* O3 - Pararescue Sam Wilson - Wrote a remix of  Falling For You from Sam’s POV as a crossover with @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt: [#FFF212 Gotta Go Fast]. Braking Their Fall came in at 607 words and will post to Ao3 before this event is over.

* Aug Adoptable: Alexander Pierce - Filling this with Chapter Four of Finding Something Fresh - see HBS Week 13.

Sam Wilson Bingo [SWB_R3]  (Ends 15 Oct 2023)

I have five fills and one WIP -  I need to work on cross fills between this and the All Caps, Bucky Barnes and Captain Bottom bingo!

* B4 - Natasha Romanoff -  Maybe add on to my Card Sharks drabble, where  SamNat & Steve conspire to create a polycule with Bucky?  this idea crosses over nicely with my BBB KINK: Seduction mission square

* N5 - James Rhodes - filled with Braking Their Fall - see ACB Pararescue Sam Wilson above.

* G3 - Joaquin Torres - possible expansion of A Rising Star

WinterIron Bingo  - [WIB_R1]   (Ends 16 Dec 2023)

I have fourteen fills completed and two WIPs for this brand-new bingo event that I’m helping mod!  Along with crossfilling against my other bingos,  I’m going to try to combine my B column squares for the Iron Soldier badge (complete a bingo with a single work). – Alpha Tony Stark, “That was not my intention.”, James Rhodes, Alpine loves Tony and Blind date.   (Tony POV remix of A Sugar Coated Pill?)

* N1 - Bucharest –  I think I can fold this into a future chapter of My Love is Vengeance -  where a young!Tony and a recovering!Bucky have been kidnapped by Hydra, who still thinks Bucky is the Soldier.  

* G2 - Eye contact during sex - This will come into play in Chapter 6 of A Sugar-Coated Pill, where Bucky figures out what making love really means, with Tony’s help. It’s crossing over with BBB KINK: Gentle Sex and is up to 312 words.

* G4 - AU: College Students – looking to expand Beaten to the Punch with some backstory on Bucky and Tony as science camp counselors to fit with this square - will also cross over with my WFB  Volunteering Together square.  

* O2 - Blowjob -  Chapter 5 of   A Sugar-Coated Pill – see ACB Nesting above.  

* O5 - Gentle – use this poem  as inspiration?

Stucky’Verse Bingo Round 1 - [SVB_R1]   (Ends 22 Dec)

Nine fills, three WIPs and a couple of ideas.

* A1 - Harem - crossover with CABB Secret/Forbidden Relationship - Bucky and shrimpy!Steve are both concubines - they love each other more than their lord.

* A4 - Fairy Tale Curse  - this seems custom-made for a continuation of Beyond the Beast😁  Nothing written yet, other than some Vague Ideas.  

* B3 - Tied to a Bed –  Chapter Five of Finding Something Fresh - see ACB Sex Toys above. 😁

* D4 - Edging - Chapter Five of  Technicalities - see HBS Week 12.

Bucky Barnes Bingo  - [BBB_R5]   (Ends 10 Jan 2024)

I’ve got  eleven fills,  four WIPs,   and a couple more Vague ideas.

*B2 - KINK: Seduction Mission - might add a new chapter to Card Sharks - where Sam/Natasha and Steve finish what they started to get Bucky onboard for a poly partnership.

* U1 - Never the fall that kills you -  I’ve got a WinterIron hanahaki fic idea for this that I want to play with.

* U3 - Fireplace -  see TSTOT Love Letters above

* C2 - Yelena Belova–   The plan is to use this prompt in the next chapter of Peresmešnik,  (aka Three Avengers and a Baby), which is currently sitting at 1100 words (400-ish of which are mine).  above

* C5 - Marriage of Convenience/Pretend Couple -  next chapter of   Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion.    Not quite sure where to take this next at the moment.  😕

* K3 - Magic -  Aro!Bucky sickfic idea?

* Y1 - Gentle Sex – In-progress Chapter 6 of Sugar-Coated Pill- see WIB Eye Contact During Sex.

* Y3 - Alpine  - see WIB Iron Soldier combo.

* Y4 - Forgotten Things -   using this for Chapter 4 of   You Can’t Stop It With a Gun  - it’s sitting at  116 words at the moment.    

* May Adopted - Insomnia - finally got this filled with The Dead of Night, which also filled last week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF211 An Old Friend] along with my JBB FREE square. It came in at 317 words and will post to Ao3 before this event ends.

Tony Stark Bingo Round 7  - [TSB_R7]   (ends 15 Feb)

Nine fills and two WIPs, with a couple of ideas in play.  

* S1 - Galaxy - possibly use in final chapter of   Never More to Go Astray ?  

* S4 - “Are you there yet?”   -upcoming Chapter 5 of Sugar-Coated Pill – see ACB Nesting above

* T5 - Shawarma - possible crossover with SAUB Canon Divergence – Battle of New York-related?

* A2 - KINK: Concubine - possible crossover with SAUB Gentle Dom

* A4 - Historical - see Stony AUGust Week 2: Time Period above.

* R1 - Animal Transformation - DemonPanda shared a fun prompt on the WIB server - Tony as a short-haired werewolf who needs to cuddle his pack members for warmth.

* R3 - Retirement - filled this with Set a Course for Adventure - see Stony AUgust Week 3: No Powers above.

* R5 - Doppelganger/Evil Twins -  last week's @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt [#FFF214 Broken Mirror] got me at least a good start on the idea I've been playing with for this square, I posted NamNori here on Friday and have a general idea of how I want to build on it to also fill my SAUB AU: Crack square. It's currently sitting at 360 words.

Stony AUniverse Bingo  [SAUB_R1] (ends 15 Feb)

Another brand-new bingo I’m helping co-mod!   Three fills, three WIPs and several  crossover ideas already!

* S2 - AU: Crack - see TSB   Doppelganger/Evil Twins

* S3 - AU: Wings - see ACB Established Relationship

* S5 - Accidental Baby Acquisition - see BBB Yelena Belova

* T1 - AU: Fantasy -  CoffeeOwl shared a really cool dragon!Steve/indebted!Tony prompt in the ACB Discord server that I may be playing with for this.

* T4 - AU: Canon Divergence - see TSB Shawarma above.

* N1 - AU: Spy -  I want to expand on/add backstory to  Keeping All My Secrets Safe Tonight from the Stony Drabbles challenge.

* N2 - Mutual Pining - crossover with CABB Royal Knight?

* N3 - Gentle Dom - see TSB KINK: Concubine above

* N4 - AU: Pirate - see Stony AUgust Week 2: Time Period above.

* Y2 -AU: Cruise Ship - filled this with Set a Course for Adventure - see Stony AUgust Week 3: No Powers above.

Captain (America) Bottom Bingo - Round 2 [CABB] (ends 28 Feb 2024)

I signed up for a 3x3 card for this bingo and have two fills, one WIP and a couple of crossover ideas.

* A1 - Licking Lips - Chapter Four of Finding Something Fresh - see HBS Week 13

* A2 - Secret/Forbidden Relationship - see SVB Harem

* B3 - Royal Knight - see SAUB Mutual Pining.

* C1 - Anniversary Date - filled this with Set a Course for Adventure - see Stony AUgust Week 3: No Powers above.

Post July Break Bingo  [JBB_23p] (Ends Apr? 2024)

@julybreakbingo is running another event to tide participants over with a 2x3 non-fandom-specific card - I got mine earlier this week and am checking it over for potential crossovers.

A1 - "It's you. It's always been you." - This might fit in with my TSB Doppelgangers/Evil Twins fill NamNori above :: ponders::

B2 - Character’s personality is split into two different beings – I’ve never played with Bucky & the Soldier being two different people, but this seems like the perfect opportunity! Will see what might be a good crossover on BBB or WIB (or even SVB)

C1 - Touch Starved – another good fit for a Bucky-centric fic. (either Steve or Tony)

Warm and Fluffy   Bingo  - [WFB]   (no end date)

I got my card from  @warmandfluffybingocards back in February but really hadn’t done much with it  - however, I’m picking it back up for some crossover possibilities!

 * O5 - Volunteering Together – see WIB AU: College Students

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