#I AM NOT A BROODY PERSON I PROMISE BUT

[toshidou]

don't mind me, i'll just be sat here crying into my hands about girl dad!simon "ghost" riley who would do absolutely anything for his daughters.

girl dad!simon who watches with a fond smile as his children fail to mask their giggles from underneath the sofa, their little legs sticking out very obviously from their "hiding place" but acting as though they're nowhere to be found.

girl dad!simon who lets them apply the black smudging around his eyes, praising them with how gentle they're being, and only huffing out a laugh when he feels his youngest smear charcoal fingerprints down his cheeks.

girl dad!simon who always has time to play with his girls, going along with whatever game their imaginative minds conjure with not a single complaint. over the years, you've walking in on simon as a horse, a robot, a fairy godmother (you will never get the imagine of simon with one of your elasticated waist dresses on out of your head, the material fighting for its life to stay in one piece as simon merely stares at you, silently pleading you to not take any photos), there is nothing he won't do to make them happy.

girl dad!simon who never once hesitates to scoop them into his arms at the first sign of tears, battled scared and inked hands holding his daughter so carefully, though she was made of porcelain, rough fingers gently swiping across ruddy cheeks, "you're okay, sweetpea, it's just a little scrape, yeah? my brave girl can handle a tiny scratch like that no problem, ain't that right?"

girl dad!simon who has a photo of you and your daughters tucked safely in his pocket at all times, all his favourite people on one small piece of paper he keeps safe over his heart whenever he has to leave, making sure it never leaves his mind that 'this is who he's fighting for, this is who he's working so hard to get back to'

girl dad!simon who try as he might, always tears up when he finally arrives back, and hears his little worlds sprinting at him as fast as their stubby legs can carry them, screeching cries of "daddy, daddy, daddy's home!" echoing through the walls of his home, arms wide as he crouches on the floor and feels their small but mighty weight crash into him, finally whole, finally complete, watery eyes meeting yours where you lean against the wall, similarly emotional.

"welcome home, si."

finally, home.

[doc-pickles]

it’s enough to make a girl blush | adam larsson x reader x vince dunn

summary: after an accident, your husband helps vince apologize to you properly

warnings: alcohol mention, smut (oral f/m receiving, handjob, f/m, m/m, f/m/m, praise kink, threesome)

a/n: I actually have no answer for this one but i do blame @loulucifer for brainwashing me. so thanks. anyways enjoy!

xoxo

nina

Swedish Vocab:

Älskling - Darling

Raring - Dear

Skynda - Hurry

Adam’s guilty pleasure is that he loves hosting. A bit standoffish and broody, most wouldn’t assume him to be the hosting type but he takes great pleasure in showing off the home you two share and having his close friends within the four walls. 

Tonight was one of those nights where your husband took pride in hosting some of his teammates, cooking them dinner, and showing off the newly remodeled living room. The night had wound down to just a few stragglers sharing drinks in your living room, the room peaceful and enjoyable. 

“Älskling, will you grab some more wine,” Adam whispers into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Promise everyone will leave soon so I can take care of you.”

You respond with a nod and a kiss on Adam’s cheek, his fingers squeezing your ass just enough to tease what he’d do later. He’d slowly been teasing you all night, another thing he loved to do while hosting. 

Quickly, you refill your glass of Merlot before turning to bring the bottle out to the living room but instead run straight into a solid body. Red wine drips down your light blue blouse as you let out a shocked yelp. Thankfully you manage to keep both the bottle and the glass in your hands as the person in front of you mutters apologies. 

“Oh shit, I am so sorry,” Vince Dunn, Adam’s linemate, looks at you with absolute horror. He scrambles, grabs the roll of paper towels on the counter, and kneels to wipe up the liquid on the floor. “I wasn’t looking and fuck I’m so sorry.”

“Vince, it’s no big deal,” you place a hand on his shoulder and he looks up at you with wide green eyes. “I’m just going to run upstairs and hop in the shower. Seriously, it’s fine.”

“Älskling? Everything okay?” Adam appears in the doorway to the kitchen and looks between you and Vince who’s still kneeling on the floor. 

“All good. I’m going to wash off the wine,” you slip past Vince and press a kiss to Adam’s cheek before whispering to him with a smile. “Skynda, raring.”

You make your way upstairs and strip before stepping into the warm spray of the shower. The one thing you’d insisted on when you and Adam had looked for a house was a large bathroom with a shower and soaking bathtub. The shower boasted two shower heads, a sleek black tile backdrop, and a huge glass door. As you close the door, the warm spray of the shower washes over you and you gladly sigh in relief as your body relaxes. 

Not even fifteen minutes later the bathroom door creaks open and you smirk to yourself before calling out to your husband, “I’ve been waiting for you, raring. Thinking about this moment all night long.” 

“Älskling, Vince wants to apologize to you.”

You whip around and find Vince standing in front of the shower entrance, looking anywhere but at you. Adam stands behind him, a smirk on his face as his eyes stay locked on the younger man and his flushed cheeks. 

“He’s shaking like a leaf Adam,” you tut as you look over Vince. “It was just an accident, no need to be so harsh.”

“S-sorry about the wine,” Vince looks up from the floor and meets your eyes, not daring to look anywhere else. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“S’okay Vince,” you assure him with a smile. He seems to calm down but as you meet Adam’s fiery gaze over Vince’s shoulder you know that trouble is brewing. “Raring-“

“Vince needs to learn a lesson, älskling,” Adam's voice is commanding as he lays a hand on Vince’s shoulder. “Strip.”

“But I-“

“Strip, Vince,” Adam commands. “So you can properly apologize.”

To his credit, Vince only pauses for a moment before he strips off his dark polo and shoes. His hands shake a little as he unbuttons his jeans and slides them down his legs. He’s all lean muscle and long limbs, a stark contrast compared to Adam’s thick arms and legs and toned torso. 

“All the way,” Adam mutters once Vince is down to his boxers. “C’mon Vince.”

Finally fully naked, Vince looks younger than he is as he stares at you, uncertainty clouding his features as he meets your eyes through the glass of the shower door. 

“Go on,” Adam pulls the door open and pushes Vince under the warm spray. “Kneel and apologize properly to my wife.”

You take a step towards Vince, your hands gently, pushing his shoulders until he’s on his knees before you. His eyes flick to yours, wide and unsure through the green haze of his irises. 

“You’ve gone down on a woman before, haven’t you Vince?” you ask with a smirk on your face as his cheeks flush. Even with the dark blush marring his cheeks Vince nods and you smile at him, running a hand quickly through his curls. “Good. Then you can make up for ruining my favorite blouse.”

Vince hesitates slightly before one hand curls around your leg to bring your body closer to his. His fingers drift up your thigh and slowly run through your folds, his tongue following their path. You let out a gasp as he slowly drives one finger into your wet folds and his tongue teases your clit.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out as you let one hand drift back to Vince’s now wet curls. “So good… Just like that Vince.”

You watch Adam observe the two of you, his erection straining in his dark slacks. His eyes meet yours just as Vince’s tongue delves into you and elicits a deep moan from you. You maintain eye contact with Adam as Vince continues to fuck you with his tongue, his fingers teasing your clit as he moves.

“Vince. So good baby,” you moan as your eyes flutter shut. “Such a good boy on your knees for me. So good for me, aren’t you?”

Vince nods and sucks your clit into his mouth just as Adam steps under the spray, his hands coming to squeeze your breasts as he pulls you into his chest. 

“He’s so good with his tongue, raring,” you gasp as Vince circles your clit again, your head falling back onto Adam’s shoulder. “So- fuck. So good. Want you to feel him, Adam.” 

Adams' erection presses into your back as he holds you close. In the same moment, Vince plunges two fingers into you and your orgasm claims you, your mouth agape as you tremble with pleasure. Adam holds you up as Vince continues to tongue you through your climax. 

When you come back down from your high Adam is kissing your neck, Vince’s lips pressed to your thigh. Adam is rutting against your ass but you push him off and motion to Vince who’s still kneeling at your feet, “Vince will take care of you, raring.” 

You smile as you run a hand down Vince's cheek, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he looks back up to you. His bright eyes are no longer clouded with uncertainty but with lust now, “Won’t you, sweet boy? Take care of Adam like you took care of me? Use your tongue so well for him?”

Vince nods before he looks with uncertainty toward Adam, “I mean… If Adam wants.. Then I-“

Adam cuts Vince off by leaning down to cover his mouth with his own. The kiss doesn’t last long before Adam breaks them apart and nods at you, “You take care of our guest, älslking?”

You simply grin as Vince greedily takes Adam into his mouth, a string of Swedish curses falling from Adam at the motion. You kneel behind Vince, pressing your lips to his neck as you trail your hand down his chest towards his dripping cock. 

“Such a mess for me, baby,” you purr in Vince’s ear, eliciting a moan from him as you ignore his dick and slowly move down to cup his balls. “You want me to touch you while you suck off my husband? Can you taste us both on your tongue?”

“Raring,” Adam warns. “If you talk like that I’m not going to last long.”

You blink innocently up at Adam as you whisper in Vince’s ear, “Such a good boy, using your tongue so well for me, for Adam. I bet you can’t wait to swallow all of his cum huh? You want him so bad, don’t you?”

With a grunt, Adam grabs Vince’s face and holds him still as he comes down his throat. A strangled cry leaves Vince as his own release spills over onto your hands. Taking everything in with wide eyes you keep one hand slowly stroking Vince while the other gently strokes Adam’s thigh. The feeling of the two of them in your hold has your heart beating in double-time.

“Raring,” Adam whispers, a gentle coaxing. “Raring, time to get up. C’mon my love.”

Your eyes open slowly, taking in the surroundings that are definitely not the floor of your shower. When you finally look around you’re met with Adam’s smirk as he looks down at you, one hand stroking through your hair softly.

“Good dream?” Adam asks and your cheeks immediately flush as you hide your face in your pillow. “Sounded good to me.”

“Adam…,” you groan as you peek up at him.

“It’s okay, raring,” Adam soothes as he grins at you. “But maybe Vince can join us soon, if you’re a good girl.”

[fairykazu]

letters to her ft. kazuha

cws: established relationship, f! reader (referred as lady, princess, etc), third person, making up lore to fit the story, princess bride ref

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kazuha stood tall amidst the warmer breeze that inazuma had to shoulder for the spring, every cherry blossom tree was in bloom, the pink petals falling to the ground. he pocketed one petal for her as his long, white hair dancing like ribbons of silk in the gentle winds. red eyes scanning the horizon as he was searching for a glimpse of the one who held his heart captive.

just before leaving to inazuma last night, he had written her another letter, his heart pouring out onto the parchment paper as if it was the lighting storm that showers over the islands, blessed by the electro archon herself. he wrote carefully as the ink stained his fingers; words blurred together as his vision began to blur with tears. unspoken words he'd never said out loud.

as he was traveling by boat to the city, the memory of their first meeting came flooding back, he remembered it as if it was yesterday. he was left, stranded, in the harsh wilderness of the islands, abandoned to care for himself.

thankfully, a woman had taken him in out of pity. although kazuha wasn't the type to believe in the archons like he used to, he thanked them above for blessing his eyes with her. her beautiful, sparkling eyes and her dimples when she smiled. she was truly someone who was as beautiful as the ocean waves when they crash on the shore. he had fallen to her charms quicker than the first snowflake that danced in the winter.

he remembered how kind she was as she poured him some jasmine tea. her delicate hands made him feel safe. even then, in his heart, he had known that she was the one. the one who would make all his pain and suffering worth it.

once he arrived on the dock of the city, it had been a long time since he saw her. years had passed since, but their love for each other had only grown stronger. they exchanged countless letters, sharing their deepest desires and fears. promises were made, vowing to be together soon. kazuha took out a letter from his pocket, unfolding it. clutching it close to his chest, the scent of her perfume lingered on the paper, taunting him with the memory of her.

closing his eyes, he allowed himself to be consumed by the moments of their time together, reliving each memory as if it were happening all at once.

he chuckled silently to himself as he remembered the way she would laugh, how her eyes would sparkle when she smiled, nights they spent together, whispering secrets and sharing dreams beneath the starlit sky.

like how the archon mythology had said when people were originally had four arms, four legs and two heads, but when the archons had a war, it eventually split the people into beings with two arms, two legs and one head, doomed or blessed them with their other half wandering the world.

maybe, she was his other half, and he was fated to be hers forevermore.

his heart started to race once he arrived at her estate, hoping that he would be embraced by her arms once again. pink blossoms waltzed in the wind around him, the scent of love in the air. the grand mansion loomed before him, its towers reaching towards the celestials.

the door was guarded with two knights, clad in their bright armor, holding onto their polearms as if their life depended on it. he took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. one of them asked the ivory haired samurari,

"state your business."

"i am here to see the lady." kazuha replied, staying calm despite the broody knights staring daggers into his soul. he smiled politely as one of them raised a brow,

"the lady? don't be silly, young man. everyone in the world wants to see the lady. please show me how you know her."

kazuha didn't expect the security to increase when he was gone. he handed the letter he recieved from you recently to the broody knight number one.

broody knight number one laughed in kazuha's face, the saliva sticking to his face. he grabbed a tissue, wiping his face. "young man, don't make me laugh!” loud, booming fits of laughter came from both knights. “this is no way the lady's handwriting." he squinted, passing it to the second broody knight.

"i agree. this must be a bootleg version. nice try, kid." kazuha tried to take back the letter but the knight only had ripped it up in front of him, his eyes grew to saucers, watching the parchment become one with the pink flowers. as kazuha was about to unsheathe his sword, a little man, dressed in all black, presumably the butler, creaked open the doors. he waddled to one of the knights, whispering something.

as the laughter took a full stop, a moment of silence increased the tension. the knights' facade of being proud dropped completely, laughing nervously. "my apologies, sir kaedehara, we weren't aware of your business with the lady."

he retorted back, "you would've if you read the contents of the letter." the knight opened the door wide open, making the brass knockers clink against the wooden door.

as the doors were still open, kazuha sauntered his way into the mansion; it revealed a grand hall adorned with tapestries and different styled paintings of your family. kazuha could feel the weight of the knights' daggered gaze upon his head again, he chuckled nervously, forgetting that he made a remark towards their intergity.

most definitely, deserved though.

he made his way towards the staircase that led to the upper levels of her estate.

as he ascended up on the marble stairs, the tension in the air grew more cruel, colder. it was as if the whole world was holding their breath, waiting for him to arrive; it made him realize that he was holding his breath too.

he made himself relax as he paused for a moment on the top of the stairs, taking in the surroundings around him. from the lavish furnishings to countless, new portraits framed in gold, each single one served as a painful reminder of his time apart from you.

he was familiar with the hallways, turning a left, reaching her chamber. his heart was pounding in his chest, taking a deep breath just before he steadied himself. he knocked on the door, "my lady, are you there?"

a moment of silence came before a click of the latch replied to kazuha's question. the door swung open, revealing his lady in front of him. she was more beautiful than he ever remembered, even if he attempted to remember her appearance, engraved in his mind. it couldn't compare to reality

. her eyes lit up like sparkles in the night sky, "hello, my knight, how are you? how was your journey?" she said with grace, upholding the reputation she has across many towns. her voice was soft and sweet just like how he remembered.

taking her delicate hands into his calloused ones, he kissed her knuckles, "it was beautiful despite the harshness of the weather." your face shifted uncomfortably. "don't worry, princess, i wasn't hurt badly. in fact," from his bag, he grabbed a single rainbow rose he saved just for her. "i have this flower for you. it reminded me of you."

she smiled, her teeth shining brightly, "thank you, my knight. care to come in?"

kazuha nodded. the door behind him shut closed. she took a deep breath, taking a step forward, her facade as a perfect lady crumbled before him. her hand trembled, reaching out to his cheek, "kazuha," she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "you've come back to me." tears began to form, creating little pearls at her eyes.

"i promised that i would." kazuha replied, gently comforting her as she pulled him into a tight embrace, clinging to him as if she might never let go. he wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck, breathing in her familiar scent.

it was the scent of home, of love, of everything that had maintained him during the years they had been apart. kazuha departed from her embrace. he lit the fireplace as it crackled and cackled. he returned to the nook of the bedroom. he carried her to the loveseat, sitting next to her. she gazed into her lover's eyes,

she sniffled, "kazuha, i adore you. although sometimes i wonder if i'd be enough for you?" her snot running down her nose, he quickly retrieved a tissue, wiping the snot from her face.

"you know, i'll always come back to you, princess," he said softly, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "no matter where I go or what I do, you'll always be the star that guides me home."

she smiled through her tears; her face began to light up. "and you, kazuha, my love, you're the only one who can make this place feel like home." she leaned into him, her body warm and familiar against his. "stay with me, won't you?"

he returned her smile, sweetly, wiping a single tear off her face, "of course, my lady, i wouldn't want to be anywhere else but with you." he pressed a kiss to her head, humming a tune.

she nodded, sniffling, wiping her nose with the tissue kazuha gave her. "thank you, my knight." she rested her head against his shoulder, her breath warm against his neck. "i've missed your stories about your adventures; do tell me, what have you been up to since you left?"

"as you wish, my lady."

[ohanthonytomallamadingdong]

OOOOOHHHHH MY GOODNESS OMG OH MY LORD IN HEAVEN MY GOD ALMIGHTY I NEED HELP I HAVE I MEAN I CANT I MEAN WHATTT IS HAPPENJNG EVERYTHING IS OCCURRING WHT THE FKKKKK HOLY GUACAMOLE HOLY SHIIIIIIITTTTT

ok so now that that’s out of the way: thoughts on Queen of Shadows through chap 65

- Lorcan: “All those years we worked together, killed men and bedded females together?” ???????? together??????? bed- together?????

- on that same note— confirmed bisexual Lysandra AND Aedion!!!!!!!! my loves

- ((a continuation of my fav characters always either giving hella bi vibes or being canonically bi))

- they’re gonna end up together and be the “bi woman who prefers women and bi man who prefers men end up together to everyone’s confusion including their own”

- SHAPESHIFTER LYSANDRA

- knew there was no was she was a basic bitch human

- no hate to my basic bitch human Nesryn Faliq *kisses her on the head and tucks her in*

- Chaol FINALLY realizing Aelin was kinda right but JUST WHEN we as readers realize DORIAN IS STILL THERE!!!!! HES THERE I PROMISE WAIT GIVE HIM A MINUTE PLEASE

- Manon’s eyes

- they have Power

- Manon and Dorian have a lil smth smth but i can’t tell if it’s just bc these two seem to have a lil smth smth w everyone or bc they actually have a lil smth smth

- the entire bit w Dorian and Manon and then the 13 vs the Squad and then Rowan saving Aelin but getting hit and then Aelin and Manon’s fight and then Aelin saving Manon and ASTERIN’S SCREAM

- i am— ded

- ASTERIN

- ASTERIN PLZ

- no but fr that line about Asterin’s heart and her wildness being born of despair so deep actually is living rent free i haven’t been able to stop thinking about it

- and Manon FINALLY having that come to Jesus moment where she realizes she has to Do Something about her grandmother and it being bc of Asterin is something that can be so personal

- Aelin saving Manon bc of Asterin’s scream and how she couldn’t bear to take someone away who was cared for that deeply hits so hard like I’m getting the same feelings from Aelin lately that i got when reading The Assassin’s Blade

- Aelin being dark and broody and mean and cold when she needs to but despite that always always ALWAYS being kind and warm and supportive and HUMAN, freeing slaves and comforting children like Evangeline and saving Lysandra (both from imprisonment and from Clarisse) and telling Chaol she’s sorry and he deserves to be happy

- speaking of Evangeline I’m OBSESSED w how Aelin was like “go forth young hellion and bother Aedion and Rowan, two very large, very powerful, very scary fae warriors, with your eleven-year-old sass” and Evangeline DID SO HAPPILY

- Rowan picking up Evangeline and comforting her and Evangeline immediately turning into him for comfort despite his intimidating presence

- like that’s their CHILD

- by “their” i mean everyone

- Evangeline has four parents thx

- Lysandra’s reaction to being freed of her debts!!! her relationship w Aelin is so *chef’s kiss* i LOVE GENUINE SUPPORTIVE BEAUTIFUL FEMALE FRIENDSHIPS YAAAAAASSSS

- two queens getting together and discussing how to maximize their joint slay INDEED

- please get Manon in there i BEG

- anyway onto other Very Important Things:

- THE GOLD NIGHTGOWN I- WHAT- WHAIFIW I CANT HELP /&/&; PLEASE OMG—- I NEE I MEAN WHAT!????!!??!?

- AND THEN THEY JUST *light peck* *goes to sleep* WASAASATTR???? *SHAKING THE BARS OF MY CAGE* SARAH J MAAS I HAVR BONE TO PIK W YUO

- on a calmer more sane note i love the way Aelin and Rowan’s relationship is being built up

- like it’s not them denying denying denying and pushing it all down only to explode in a fiery mess of passion all at once

- instead they’re going into all this very deliberately and softly

- they’re so open and connected that they’re able to communicate that they want each other but also recognize when it’s the right time to move forward and they don’t let it overwhelm them because they’re so secure in each other they KNOW they’ll still be there for each other in another hour another day another week another year so there’s no need to rush other than the imminent danger they’re facing but they’re going slow so each next step is a promise that they WILL SURVIVE because they HAVE TO because they WILL TAKE THAT NEXT STEP

- anyway yeah i have Feelings

[laura1633]

I know you might be busy (srry in advance) BUT could you write a short drabble about Max going completely feral over those photos of Charles at that football match, having to wait for him to come back just for Max to ride the fuck out of him? PLZ im begging

Lovee the way you write bottom max!

Hi anon, thank you for the message ♥️. I am really happy you enjoy bottom Max stories, they are always fun to write 😃 Thanks so much for messaging me, I always love to hear from people.

I am not sure exactly which photos you mean sorry, I don't know if I have missed some photos recently! I still wanted to write you something though so I have based this around various photos I have seen of Charles in his football kit playing in charity football matches (I'm not sure if that is what you meant though). It all went a bit random and was a little rushed so sorry about that 😂 hopefully you still enjoy.

Max whines to himself as he scrolls through instagram and sees photo after photo of Charles at the charity football match. It’s been a week since he last saw his boyfriend in person and if his jet hadn’t taken off twenty minutes late he would have made it home before the Monegasque had disappeared off to the game. Maybe then he wouldn’t be feeling quite so feral.

They’ve gone a week without sex before of course. Or at least Max thinks they have, although he’s not quite sure when. It’s never felt quite as frustrating as the last week though. Perhaps it is Charles’ promise of fucking all night when they finally get back together that has Max’s skin burning up or perhaps it’s the phone sex from the night before that has him longing for the real thing. Whatever the reason, Max feels whiny and very, very, needy.

The Dutchman goes back to scrolling on his phone as he lazily starts to palm over his cock. As he scrolls through the comments he takes a certain amount of satisfaction from the thirsty responses about his boyfriend - they can all look but only Max gets to touch. 

As he checks out another photo he feels his dick twitch under his hand and says a silent prayer that Charles gets to bring his football kit home with him because he looks insane in it. Max had never truly realised before just how revealing a pair of baggy shorts could be. The photograph currently taking up all his attention is rather obscene, the outline of Charles’ cock is quite clearly visible, every last inch. It looks fucking huge, which makes sense because it is fucking huge. Long and thick and enough to make Max moan happily each time it pushes up inside him. 

As he keeps scrolling further he sees another snapshot of Charles swapping shirts with another player. It makes the Dutchman’s mouth fill with saliva, like some hungry animal who has just caught sight of their prey. Except Max would much rather be the prey and let Charles eat him all up.

“Oh fuck” Max feels like he is flip flopping through all the range of emotions as he suddenly gets all broody at the sight of Charles posing with babies. If he wasn’t sex starved then maybe that would be where the thought trail ended but he is suddenly overcome with a very overwhelming desire to have Charles try and breed him. Which, well its not going to happen but it wouldn’t stop Max letting Charles fuck him over and over under the pretence of trying to knock him up. 

The Dutchman’s muscles clench around the plug he has been wandering around the apartment wearing for the past two hours. He’s not against foreplay, he loves having Charles spend hours fingering him open or licking into him but he doesn’t intend on wasting a single second tonight. As soon as Charles gets through the door he is going have the Monegasque’s cock up inside him. 

“Max? You home?” 

Max throws his phone to the side the second he hears Charles’ voice. He doesn’t need to look at photos when the real thing is walking in the door

“Charles” Max squeals excitedly as he sees Charles drenched in sweat and still very much in his football kit. The Dutchman races over and smashes their lips together forcefully. 

“Babe you need to let me have a shower first”

“No” Max pouts, “I am all open, please just… I want you….” 

Charles chuckles but puts up zero fight as Max drags him through to the bedroom and starts ripping them both out of their clothes. 

“You look so hot on the pitch” Max moans as he rips Charles’ shorts and boxers down, “I am the slutty head cheerleader….. you are the slutty football captain” Max mumbles as he finally gets them both stripped down. 

“You going to cheer my name then?” Charles smirks 

“Of course” Max is grinning but glances back down at the clothes he has discarded to the floor and gets another idea, “I am going to put the socks on” 

Charles laughs because Max seems a little manic but it is absolutely not the worst idea the Dutchman has ever had. As it turns out, Max naked apart from a pair of knee high socks is quite the sight, especially when the Dutchman hops on top of Charles and immediately starts riding his cock. 

True to his word Max also makes sure to moan Charles’ name with extra enthusiasm as he rolls his hips back and forth at record speed.

“Grab my chest” Max takes hold of Charles’ hands and guides them over the fleshy part of his chest, “Squeeze… yeah that’s it….fuck Charles…. Fuck me” 

Charles bucks his hips up to try and meet Max’s movements but the Dutchman seems to be totally in control of the rhythm, bouncing up and down enthusiastically as he moans and pants and mumbles almost incoherently about how slutty he is and how much he needs it. 

The Monegasque drops one of his hands from Max’s chest to wrap around the Dutchman’s cock but Max bats him away, “Can come like this. Come from being fucked. Just ….” Max’s jaw is slack and his face is flushed and he’s almost as sweaty as Charles as he comes all of the Monegasque. 

“Come inside me Charles, Come inside me” Max is still moving up and down Charles’ dick as he whines at the oversensitivity of it all. Luckily it’s only seconds later that Charles does as he is told and comes inside his boyfriend. 

Max collapses down on to the bed and then immediately curls himself back around Charles, his arm landing in his own cum that is plastered all over Charles’ body. 

“Hopefully I don’t get pregnant or they won’t let me stay on the cheer team” Max mumbles as he laughs wildly to himself, “Missed you” 

“Missed you too” Charles hums quietly.

“Did you play well?” Max opens his eyes and looks up at Charles

“About as well as could be expected” Charles answers cryptically. He really doesn't want to spoil the mood by pointing out that of all the elements of Max’s fantasy the idea of himself being made captain is probably the least likely given he spent most of the match crumpled up in a heap on the floor before being substituted. 

Max doesn’t need to know that right now though. Not when he is still dressed in nothing but a pair of knee high socks and looks to be gearing up for round two already.

[froggy-demon]

Oh Deer - Part Five

A/N: I’m back!!! I’m so sorry for the random hiatus, it was finals and my birthday and and and… anyway, I’m back to it now and am happy to be back to writing and posting!! Also HUGE thank you to everyone sending requests!!! I’m so excited to go to more of them and will be posting a few this week!! Again, just a big big thank you if you are reading this post at all!

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I licked the blood off my claws, pleased with my conquest over one of my lookalikes of the woods. A fine dinner that doubled as an outlet for my pesky emotions that had taken over me tonight. Lilly, she had truly gotten to me tonight. It was one thing when I was the one toying with her affections, but for that little demon to play with mine? It simply pushed me to the edge. I hate letting another soul have this power over me, even more I hate how easily it comes to her. How all it takes is a blink of her eyes and I’m finding myself wondering what she is thinking. Especially tonight, I can feel the agitation creeping back just thinking about how she looked under the glow of the candlelight. She had smelled so sweet when we danced, cradled in my arms, it made me wonder if she would taste just as pure. I had been ready to demolish every soul in attendance at that party if it meant we could have the privacy I craved, ready to unfurl my frustrations onto her back in my room, ready to show her exactly what she did to me.

I caught my breath, swiftly cleaning myself and my dinner up. I steadied my mind. It was wise to send her away instead. I knew she would be safe back here at the hotel and it gave me the space that I desired to clear my head. My anger dissipated as I decided to check on her, no doubt curled up under her blanket or maybe at Husk’s bar if she had stirred.

Quietly, I melted into the shadows of my room and made my way to hers. The lights were off, it was all shadows, but upon inspection it appeared not only was her bed empty but it had not been slept in. I frowned. Maybe she had gone straight to the bar for comfort or something, she seemed to have an affinity for keeping a drink in her hand anyway. I slipped downstairs to the lobby and could see it was only Husk at his stand. That was not what I was hoping for, I stepped out of the shadows and placed a grin on my face, asking if he had seen Lilly tonight. The cattish demon gave me a sideways look, he suspected something was afoot, but wouldn’t dare press, and informed me that he had not.

That agitation grew within me again, I found myself searching the entire hotel for any sign of her. The kitchen? Angel’s room? The library? The study? The roof? Nothing, not even her scent. My anger bubbled inside of me at the realization, baring my teeth, I ran a clawed hand through my hair.

She was gone.

•

A giggle escaped my lips even as I held my glass in front of my face in order to hide my smile, I couldn’t help myself. I had found myself in a group with one of the overlords Alastor had introduced me to earlier in the night, Rosie. She had linked arms with me when she spotted me stuck in a less than interesting conversation upon my rearrival and allowed me to join her little group. Now I stood with her, one of her cannibal friends, and three other surprisingly pleasant influential demons. Rosie was good company, I understood why Alastor enjoyed her so much. She may not be the most outright powerful overlord, but he certainly seemed to understand the power of a charismatic personality, which Rosie had.

“Oh! Lily sweetie, would you please let me introduce you to a dear friend of mine, I’ve just spotted her!” Rosie asked cheerfully, seemingly to glance across the crowd to someone I couldn’t quite see. It was hard to say no to a smile like hers.

“Of course Rosie, I’d be delighted.” I smiled softly and she relinked our arms, quickly excusing us from the group as she promised we wouldn’t be long.

We took only a few steps before she asked me “So, how did you shake Mr. Broody? I didn’t think you’d be able to!” It sounded like she had been wondering the whole time. I felt my face warm as I thought back to the scene in which I had left him. Or more so in which he had demanded my dismissal. I couldn’t tell her how it had happened, it was simply too much to get into.

I waved away the question with my glass still in my hand and drew on a playful smile. “Oh he said he had enough of the crowd then something about preparing his next broadcast. He had wanted me to come with him back to the hotel, but I insisted my night was not over just yet.” We continued forward and she hummed a response. I couldn’t tell where we were headed at this point, but she seemed confident.

“Al’s just trying to look out for you, he plays all big and scary, don’t tell him I told you this, but he’s a softie deep down!” She sang and giggled at her gossip. “He must think you’re something rather special though, he seemed wonderfully caught up with you. It would be nice to see him happy like that more.” The last sentence was more so to herself than to me, it brought a dull ache to my chest.

How could I tell her how wrong she was, how he could barely stand the sight of me, it would seem. I wanted to believe she was right, but clearly he had no real feelings for me based on tonight. The fact that he couldn’t even bring himself to look at me, despite his physical attraction to me, which he had admitted to, Alastor must hate me.

“I’m sure he is.” Is all I say, looking around I’m still not sure where we are headed, surely by now we would have reached whoever she saw? “Rosie, who were you going to introduce me to again?”

“Oh sweetie, that bunch are just all huge gossips I wanted us to have some sort of privacy. Thank you for indulging me! Please feel free to stop by Cannibal Town anytime you’d like, I’ll have some fresh fingers ready!” She smiled cheerfully and I believed she meant her invitation. With that the one delightful demon I had managed to meet tonight went to rejoin her friends and I knew I was back on my own.

My eyes swept the room and lit up at the sight of the one demon I wanted to talk to right now, Angel Dust. He was lounging on a couch with a few other sinners it looked like and Valentino to his right. I was not so bold as to invite myself to such a scene, but it was good to see his face and know he is nearby.

Instead I became acutely aware of the sound of a familiar pair of heeled boots clicking up to me.

“Good there you are bitch,” Velvette, always a charmer. She was wearing an admiringly beautiful purple and black floor length dress, it glimmered gently under the dim lighting. The halter top style was unusual for her, but it looked very nice tonight. I straightened my back as I pivoted to face her, what could she need right now? “The waiters are almost out of all of the good food, make sure more is made, and here-“ she snapped her fingers and my clipboard fell into my hands, a long list of minute details to be fixed already typed up for me. “Fucking fix this shit!” She barked and then waved me away. I wanted to huff and tell her I’m not here as an employee, but I was still under her roof.

Besides, it was a needed distraction. As I bounced between the kitchen and soothing bickering guests my mind would have no time to linger on Alastor, which I was grateful for.

Steadying myself I drew back on a smile and headed off to check in with the kitchen as my first task. I quickly flag down the grumpy head chef to see if there is anything he possibly needs in order to keep up with the demand.

I had gotten all the bars restocked, fresh food was just starting to pour out of the kitchen, all of the tables were still in perfect order, and as asked the band would play the Vees’ favorite songs for the rest of the night.

I was halfway through my list when I felt a hand on my arm. “Lilly! Babe, I've been looking for you for an hour!” It was Angel, he sounded as happy to see me as I was to see him. I tilted my head back to meet his eyes, smiling back to him. He frowned at my clipboard though, plucking it from my arms and glancing over it.

“Angel, c’mon I need that back Velvette asked me-“ I strained my arms up to reach for it, but the effort was futile.

“She’s got you doing lackey work tonight when you look like that? No way, none of this shit is even important, it’s just an excuse to boss you around!” Angel said glancing over the list, he was mostly right, of course I had knocked out all of the actual important things first, everything left was petty work. But it was my petty work to do. I rolled my eyes at him.

“Yes, she is my boss Angel, that’s what she does!” I said, putting a hand on my hip to accentuate my displeasure. Part of me agreed with him though, I wanted to keep myself busy, but not like this.

Angel flagged down a miscellaneous employee who quickly trotted over. The spider demon shot me a look that told me I was being ridiculous. His plan was clear to me and when the sinner approached I at least recognized them as not an idiot. Angel passed the worker my clipboard and I shot them a dry smile.

“The Vees need you to complete this list of tasks, Velvette asked me to make sure you were given it once the important things were taken care of, thank you!” I politely instructed and the demon simply nodded nervously and skittered away. I felt slightly bad, but not enough to call them back and to take care of it all myself. One act of selfishness, I think I’ve earned it. Angel grinned as he started to lead me forward in the ballroom.

“Perfect! Now, how did you ditch your admirer, anyway?” Angel teased, batting his eyelashes at me. That pit in my stomach returned and I felt my face fall for just a moment before I restored my smile. I wanted to confide in Angel, but not here, not now. I needed a full blown debrief session fitted with pajamas and ice cream and a corny movie playing in the background to fill the silence between my shaky sentences.

I settled for a half truth. “Please, you know that's not how it is. He was tired of the crowd and I wasn't, so my night has continued without him.” I said, I could tell Angel didn’t quite buy my explanation by the quirk of his eyebrow, but he didn’t press the issue.

“Alrighty then,” He mused, sparing me, “Do you know how to play black jack? We got a guy in the North Lounge setting up friendly games, nothin’ serious! I bet ‘cha you’ll like it!” he steered us in that direction, walking through a doorway not too far away to another room off on the main one. Luckily I am familiar, the rules were simple enough: You want to hit a sum of twenty one with your cards, with face cards all equalling ten and aces flexing to equal either eleven one one, whichever was better for your hand. You wanted to stay at or under twenty one, but also beat the dealer’s hand which you can’t see all of. Every turn you would ask for a ‘hit’, being another card or you would pass.

“I might have played a few times before, this sounds fun!” I smiled as we walked over to the playing table. A demon who had taken on the form of a sort of fox was the dealer, four other figures sat at the table and I watched as they each either asked for a hit or not. At the far end of the table from us a demon who resembled a well dressed calico cat grinned as he had beat the dealer that round. Another, who seamed to be a muscular hell hound with dark grey fur celebrated as well. The other two groaned and muttered their goodbye’s apparently having had enough.

“Me-ow handsome! Could you be a doll and deal us in this next round?” Angel flirted with the dealer, taking a seat next to me and propping his chin up with his palms as his elbows leaned on the table. He turned our way as he passed out the first round of cards, throwing a wink to me as he did.

“A lady like that can play as long as she’d like at my table.” He smirked, running a claw against his slicked back hair before refocusing on the game at hand. The dealer was admittedly handsome, and his outfit didn’t match the sets I had laid out earlier so he was a guest who simply enjoys playing if I had to guess. His white button up had the first two buttons popped open and his suit vest was a deep forest green, contrasting the deep orange hue of his hair.

Finally I looked down at my card, an eight, pretty good. Impossible to bust on my next hit, but after that it is more of a gamble. Flicking my eyes over to the other two patrons I saw one of the pervious victors groan as his sum exceeded twenty one after his first hit. The same happened to the second man. Then it was my turn. The dealer politely asked if I would hit or pass, from half lidded eyes.

“Hit, ah, please.” I added, it never hurt to be nice to your opponent, even when luck was involved.

A queen, sum eighteen.

I wouldn’t be able to ask for any other cards, the odds of drawing a three or less were absurdly low, I could only hope his cards totaled less.

My eyes drag over to Angel’s cards, sum fourteen, it was worth taking a card at that point. A seven point difference was enough of a gap to make it fairly possible and with a low sum like that he was more likely to lose if he didn’t hit anyway. When prompted the dealer gave him his third card, bust!

“Damn, sorry Angel.” I placed a hand on his shoulder but he wasn’t exactly heart broken over the game.

Angel smiled back at me, “You’ll just have to win for the four of us then!” He said and I nodded, a small promise to do my best though it was out of my control by now.

“Sooo, winning the game for your boyfriend then huh?” The dealer quipped, he was holding the stack of cards but had not drawn his own next card yet, keeping me in suspense. Both me and Angel laughed at the idea, we’re not exactly each other’s type after all. He clutched his stomach with laughter which only made me laugh more.

“Please, that’s sweet and she’s a hottie so I’d be lucky, but absolutely not!” Angel giggled, dramatically wiping a tear from his eye. I brushed a strand of hair from my face, calming my fit.

“Angel here is great company, but no, I’m just going to win for my friend tonight.” I stressed the word friend, the dealer had been obvious as to what he was getting at, it was a nice contrast in my evening.

“I see, my apologies sweetheart, I just figured no way a doll like you was here all alone.” He said coyly. I found myself leaning slightly forward across the table towards him. Out of the corner of my eye I could have sworn Angel was shooting me a little thumbs up.

“Sadly it would seem so, now please tell me Mr. Fox, how long will you hold our game in suspense? I’m dying to know which of us wins.” I was flirting back, my tone was soaked in it, but I didn’t mind. The demon didn’t reply, instead he simply revealed his own cards to me. A Seventeen. I had won. I had won!

Angel cheered for me and as I have a sarcastic mini bow and a round of thank yous to a made up audience

“Thank you, I could not have done it without all of you! Thank you so much!” I dramatically blew kisses to Angel, the dealer and the two other grumpy demons who did not seem to enjoy our antics.

Angel clapped along for me as the dealer demon collected our cards and began to shuffle, it looked like he was just about to speak when his ears flattened back and he diverted his eyes ever so slightly. I looked at Angel and our eyes met, both of us confused at the sudden demeanor shift and I hardly had time to notice the furthest catlike demon leaving. My confusion fizzled out as it was quickly replaced with understanding and the immense urge to shrink away as well when the sound of the familiarly chipper and overly characteristic voice filled the room.

I didn’t have to turn my head any further to see them. Vox was accompanied by a succubus demon, she was stunningly beautiful as they always were, blue skin and horns as she held onto his arm. His his other side was a taller slender sinner, an ashy grey tone, dressed in a very well made suit, he looked to take great pleasure in his appearance. The trio strode in and while Vox tried to hide it I noticed how his somehow sinister grin drew up even further at the sight of me. I felt far less confident without Alastor behind me, even though I hated the realization, his presence is what had given me confidence earlier.

Angel met my eyes as they slid back his way. While Vox didn’t own either of our souls there was an understanding that when another Vee is present you were to be respectful and perhaps slightly on edge. I hadn’t had the opportunity to brief him on my earlier interaction with Vox, nor had I confessed to my discussion with him and Valentino a couple of days ago, so to Angel it was only a slightly tense situation. For me, I knew I had to be walking on eggshells right now.

The dealer walked to the other end of the grand table where the trio made themselves comfortable. I was thankful that he was further away, perhaps I could just ignore his presence from five feet away.

Angel raised an eyebrow at me, as if to ask if I wanted to go. It would look like I’m running away from him if we left now and somehow that sounded even worse. I didn’t want to seem intimidated, like I was skittering out of his sight. I’d have to hold my ground. I gave him a tiny head shake ‘no’ and he obliged.

“Tell me,” Angel said, a little louder than necessary. “What’s it take to get some cards down here?” He teased, leaning on the table pseudo-flirtatiously. Mr. Fox didn’t look our way, in fact the only way I knew Angel had been heard at all was due to the flick of his tall ears in our direction. I pushed down my anxiety from his loud remark the best that I could. Drawing attention to us wasn’t exactly what I would have preferred. I busied my hands by pulling my hair over my right shoulder, turning my head to the left like a barrier between me and the TV giant across the room. Mostly pointless, but it gave me some semblance of defense.

“Angel, please.” I half whispered, he gave me an apologetic smile upon realizing my discomfort, but Mr. Fox did indeed begin to deal everyone in. It was obvious that I was no longer our dealer’s primary interest, I couldn’t blame him of course, but he still threw me a wink as he flipped my card in front of me. My focus shifted back to Angel at this point. I was stuck here, but at least I wasn’t alone. “What did you get?” I asked him peeking over his way.

Angel held up his card to me between two fingers, kicking his legs a bit. “A ten, what about you?” I glanced back at my own card, shrugging my shoulders. It wasn’t great, a five.

“Little bitty five, kinda whatever.” I would have to hit, but my next card would either make or break me. If I’m lucky I’ll get a second low card and then my third would be higher, but that’s a bit of a big ‘if’ the way my night has been.

From the corner of my eye I could see Vox swirling his martini as he seemed to charm his guests, they were enough to keep him preoccupied. For years, maybe even decades at this point, I avoided any real attention from the other two Vees. Of course as soon as I start to try to improve my life in one facet, it crashes in another. I get a stable living situation, a couple of friends, just for fate to keep me in line by sabotaging my work life. I guess it is hell after all.

Maybe it would be best to distance myself from Alastor more, it was the whole reason Vox had any interest in me in the first place. Maybe Al knew that and wanted to protect me in his own way, however, I’d find it easier to believe that he just likes seeing how he can twist me around at this point. I’m sure his sadistic nature lends him to enjoying seeing just how far he can push me away before I run back to him for more. Maybe it was a mix of both even.

“So,” Angel started, drawing me out of my own head, “how are we going to get that cutie’s attention back on you where it belongs? I’m thinkin’ if we get him to relax just a little bit more you’d have no problem scoring him!” He was an excellent wing man I must admit.

“My competition is steep, if Tall, Dark, and Blue isn’t enough distraction I’m afraid I don’t have much on one of Asmodeus’ girls.” I yielded propping my chin up on the palm of my hand . Angel rolled his eyes at me. We spoke a little quieter.

“Oh please babe, he’s just keeping the big man happy right now. Besides, what do you do when you want Al’s attention? I betcha it’ll work even better on him!” He flicked his eyes over to our subject at the end, a grand smile filling his face. I, on the other hand, felt my face burn at the mention.

“Please Angel! I don’t do anything to get-” I cleared my throat suddenly feeling mindful of my choice of words. Even in hushed tones I felt as though we were being listened to. “- Alastor’s attention. He hardly even gives it to me in the first place. Tonight was an anomaly that I don’t see being repeated.” Unfortunately. I thought to myself.

But in honesty I knew exactly how I had gotten his attention tonight. He is territorial and jealous and anyone could see that from a mile away. That real hard part for people is figuring out just what he is territorial of. It was easy to tease those aspects though, especially if I feigned naivety.

The problem was I didn’t know that about this demon, I hadn’t even gotten his name yet let alone figured out what made him tick. What I did know is that he might be a bit of a flirt based on our brief encounter, and he knows when to shut up and pay attention, a good trait to have.

I watched him across the table, maybe on a better day it would be easier to pick out these things, maybe if my thoughts didn’t keep trailing off back to Alastor’s room, the feeling of his arms holding me against him, the way he had been as close as possible to kissing my neck. This guy…he might have decent looks, but he doesn’t have what Alastor has. I sighed in defeat, earning a groan from Angel as he gently shook his head at me. His star pupil, failing miserably.

“Lils, what’s really got you all wrapped up?” He asked softly. I couldn’t tell him here, not with prying eyes and ears around. Maybe we should call it a night and head back to the hotel, maybe—

My thought was cut off by the loud decisive ringing of a phone—Angel’s—he immediately had that look of regret and exhaustion spread over his face. Valentino. Angel flashed me an apologetic smile as he got up from his seat to go answer and even when I couldn’t see him outside the doorway any more I could hear his anxious pacing not far away occasionally peppered with “Yes Val”. I could only imagine that he was being beckoned back to Valentino’s side, if so I think it truly might be time for me to go home and stay home this time. I gave it a shot at least, that’s a start, maybe at the next gala in 100 years I’ll try harder.

Angel walked back in, clearly trying hard not to look put off, but I knew it before he could even say it. “I’m sorry to leave mid game, but Val says he needs me back asap.” He took a breath and pulled a smile back on, “Says he’s got someone for me to become acquainted with who just showed up, I promise we will resume our conversation tomorrow no way you’re getting off that easily!” He giggled to himself as he started to turn away. “That’s my job!” That did draw a smile out of me at least.

“I’m only ever a call away, you know where to find me.” I told him softly and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, but his mind was also elsewhere already.

“Thank you” his eyes flashed behind me and he gently lifted his chin up to motion. “Good luck.” His long legs were already carrying him out of the room by the time I followed his gaze to the dealer, he was finally headed back my way.

“Wow, was his hand that bad?” He quipped, running a hand through his hair, it made me giggle despite myself. I leaned forward on my elbows again into our banter. Maybe he doesn’t have what Al has, maybe he has something of his own.

As we chatted I was too distracted to notice the succubus that Vox had entered with leaving with the singular demon who had stayed upon their entry, even less so did I notice the well dressed demon on his way out a few minutes later. I should have, I should have noticed the lack of noise in the room, but I didn’t want to break out of our little bubble. I also should have noticed the eyes that had become trained on me, that the sound of boots walking my way weren't headed towards the door this time. I didn’t notice any of these things, or how the air suddenly hung stale in the air and was just a touch too cold for the amount of skin I had exposed.

It wasn’t until a heavy hand fell on my right shoulder did I notice anything was different in the room. Mr. Fox stopped talking immediately, straightening his back. He looked even more tense than when Vox had originally entered the room. I found myself tense as well, in fact I could have sworn I stopped breathing. I did not dare speak even if I wanted to scream when my admirer gave a curt nod to the overlord behind me and ducked out of the room. We were alone. Me and Vox, and white the note we had left on earlier in the night I was not excited for the expedited reunion. My mind raced as my heart pounded against my chest filling my ears with the sound of my own blood pumping through my veins.

Finally, he sighed.

“So you were able to ditch the guard dog?” Vox mused, his tone was flat, it was more just a statement.

A statement to point out how completely and utterly alone I was. I held my tongue, of course he was not expecting a reply from me so he continued.

“I’m glad you chose to stick around, well more so return to us, you and my old friend had scurried off at some point, but that means I won’t have to wait until morning to do-“ His almost casual grasp of my shoulder instantly tightened painfully so; he pulled me backwards out of my seat and onto the floor. “-This.” My shoulder connected with the stone flooring absorbing the brunt of my fall, causing a yelp of pain to escape my throat. Speaking still didn’t seem like the right choice, nor did any kind of running away or defense. I wasn’t going to out run Vox, or overpower him, I would need something else entirely if I wanted to escape his fury.

Still I attempted to gather myself on the floor, even an extra inch of space between us felt better. My breathing was labored as he approached my pitiful position. “I mean really one of our employees-“ he reached down to me, grabbing a handful of my hair and using it to yank my head up to look at him. “-coming in with my biggest rival! How the fuck do you think that looks?” His boot connected with my abdomen, a painful kick that knocked the air from my lungs. Still, he held me up in this half sitting position in front of him. I couldn’t stop myself, as soon as I got any air back in them I would spend it on useless pleadings. His face contorted to a disgusted frown as he stood before me. “And then-“ a second powerful blow to my stomach, elicited another desperate shriek out of me as I heaved. He did not seem to mind my screams, in fact he relished in them. “-when I give you a very gracious night I say, offer to stop embarrassing us what do you do? You.” Another kick “Say.” Another kick “No!” He releases my hair, not expecting it my head slammed against the flooring sending a sharp pain through my head. His foot connected as another blow to my abdomen sending me flying backwards until I slammed against the wall.

I feel dizzy as the aches and pains forming in my body spread and connect, I try to focus on getting more air as tears collect in my eyes from the pain.

“I’ll be better, I’m sorry—I’m so sorry, please Mr. Vox I—“ I sobbed, it was all I could do. There was no running, no hiding, no winning. I had made my bed and now I’ll have to lay in it. The overlord was not interested in anything I had to say. I could feel the blood dripping from where I had hit my head on the floor, my head was spinning, and honestly at the point passing out would have been merciful. Instead I feel his fingers intertwine with my hair again and he yanks me back up. I do not bother to lift my head to look, but he forced me to.

Vox has an unhinged look in his eyes, bearing his teeth at me like an animal ready to snap my neck. I couldn’t look away from his eyes though and slowly I felt a wave of calm wash over me. It drowned out the adrenaline my body was pumping through me to keep me alert, my senses felt dulled and either I couldn’t hear my own heavy breathing or I had finally gotten enough air. “You tell Al, this-“ he gestures to my over all appearance. “-this will keep happening every day because of him. And because you continue to embarrass me, and Velvette, by associating with him.” I felt compelled to nod to agree, somewhere in me I knew every muscle I had was begging me not to move so much, but I felt compelled. Vox released my hair sending my head back against the wall. As I looked at the ceiling I felt all the pains and aches pooling in my muscles and throughout me returning. I could hear him straighten his suit and his footsteps faded away from me.

I wanted to take stock of myself, to see how bad my injuries were, how much blood I’d lost, but I couldn’t bring myself to expend the energy. I let my eyes gently flutter between half open and closed as I sat propped up against the cool wall. That was my only solace, it was like an ice pack for me even if it was deeply uncomfortable. As I fade in and out of consciousness I thought about what I would possibly tell everyone back at the hotel, especially Alastor. Would he even care? Maybe just that it was Vox, not that I was hurt. At least that’s what I was telling myself.

Finally I could not keep my eyes open any longer, I let my mind find rest as I slip into unconsciousness, hopeful that rest is all I need, hopeful that someone will come across me at some point.

It felt like I was on a lifeboat floating alone in the deep ocean as waves pushed and pulled me in conflicting and nauseating patterns. It was hard to tell what was dreams and what was real, my mind was so foggy and when I opened my eyes all the way it felt like I was continuously falling down some infinite sinkhole so I preferred to keep them closed.

It felt like hours had passed, maybe they had. It made me feel that much more tired. Even when I was asleep I wasn’t resting. My dreams filled with what tonight could have been like if Alastor had not rejected me, if I had stayed home with him. How he would have run his hands through my hair afterwards, gently pulling out any tangles he ran into. How he could have held me against him as we drifted into sleep, his arms wrapped around me while I listened to the rhythm of his chest slowly rising and falling. My state made it feel so vivid, it was like I could actually feel his body heat and arms around me at one point.

At some point I realized I was in my bedroom. I don’t know how I get here or how long it had been since I was placed here. Maybe just maybe that meant it was all a dream. A ridiculous dream that never happened. I stayed home and went to bed like normal and never tried to do anything fun or risky or new and I never would ever again! But I was still dizzy and when I tried to sit up the poignant pain in my stomach told me I had absolutely not dreamt any part of last night’s events. My recollection of the night washes over me again and I let out a pitiful groan; I think I would like to stay here and never have to discuss the entire evening ever again and if it wouldn’t hurt so much I would like to grill up into a ball and never leave my bed again.

When I do get up I will have to face the consequences of my actions though, I’ll have to at least tell Angel everything, I’ll have to avoid Alastor, then I’ll have to go to work and take whatever abuse Vox and Velvette throw my way that day. God, Alastor. My chest ached like I’d had the air knocked out of my all over again at just the thought of him. I’m sure it was Angel who would have brought me home, he might have been discreet for my privacy. If so that means as far as anyone else in the hotel knows I had a lovely night out, good. I don’t want all the fuss if they know Vox attacked me and even though I have this nagging voice in the back of my head begging me to tell Alastor, the rest of my brain agrees that it wouldn’t change anything so why bother him with it.

A soft knock at my door draws my attention, I turn my head and smile softly when I see it’s Angel, I must have been right. He face lights up a bit seeing that I’m awake.

“You’re awake!” He leans his head back out of the door to speak to the hallway, “She’s awake!” Immediately I head husked voices excited chatter not too far away while Angel strides over to my side. “Damn toots you gave us, me, one hell of a scare with that shit!” He tells me, stealing and fluffing a pillow with one set of arms and then shaking pain medicine out of a bottle for me with the other. The rest of the hotel files in shortly after Angel, save one, and Charlie goes straight for the other side of my bed.

“Are you okay?! What happened? Was it someone we know? Are you okay? Do you need anything? How can I help?” She rapid fire asks, lifting my arms and seemingly checking for deadly injuries that will take a much longer time to self heal.

I smile at her. “I’m okay, really, just a bit of bed rest until I can repair and I’ll be good as new, my head already feels much better.” I tried to reassure her, but she didn’t seem as sure as I was.

“But, what happened after I left?” Angel asked frowning, sitting on the foot of my bed. I scanned my eyes across the room, Nifty had gotten distracted by a roach in the corner, but Husk and Vaggie did look rather somber as well. I tried to push myself up into a sitting position rather than laying down but it sent shocks of pain through my whole torso. Angel and Charlie each grabbed my arms to help comfortably move me up, my muscles strained, but I managed.

“Thank you.” I said softly and gave them each a reassuring smile. My hands fiddle with the blanket now in my lap and as I feel a bit better I finally remember to feel a bit embarrassed that I’m still wearing my dress from last night. “I promise it’s not a big deal, just…” I trailed off, I hadn’t had time to think of a convincing story. “A shitty party go-er pissed off that I play a better game of black hack than he did. To be fair he hadn’t tried flirting with the dealer.” I say and try to laugh, but it comes out a pitiful wheeze instead leading to a coughing fit.

“No big deal? Lilly, look at you!” Angel raised his voice just a bit but stopped himself taking a breath. “You can’t even sit up, or laugh, you didn't even call me and I could have been there to help you! Instead Alastor of all people turned back up and found you passed out, bleeding, in that room all by yourself! And what, it was just some stranger?” His voice was filled with concern and I could tell he wanted a better explanation.

“Alastor? What was he doing there, no, he left, he wasn't there.” I furrowed my brow, that didn’t make sense, why would he come back? If he did, where is he right now? I felt my face flush as the picture of him walking up to the pathetic scene of me curled up in the ground bleeding and unconscious, embarrassing. Why would that be embarrassing? But I couldn’t shake that deep sense of anxiety and regret even if it didn’t make sense. I held the blanket tight in my hands, electing to studying the stitching of it rather than look at my company.

“I know he was looking for you,” Husk offered, hands buried in his pants pockets. “Didn’t say why, maybe you know better than me, checking the fancy shmancy party y’all went to seems like a pretty sensible place to start looking I guess.” That only made my heart pump faster, he specifically was looking for me? Why?

“I, uh I see.” I sputtered out, I look back up to see all eyes on me expectantly, as if I would explain why Alastor might have been looking for me given we had headed out all together. I didn’t have an answer that I wanted to give them though. “I think I’d like some more time to rest now, and probably change out of this dress.” I scrunch my nose up looking down at myself, it was not in the pristine condition I had hoped to keep it in. There were dirty footprints on it and faint signs of blood that had dropped down, at least those should wash out alright of the black fabric. Angel nodded gently, giving my hand a little squeeze as Vaggie began ushering the other residents out.

“You heard the lady! Let’s go, Pentious, account for your egg boys too please.” She prompted them motioning towards the door. The serpent scooped up his little creatures and a chorus of ‘let us know if you need us’ ‘we aren’t far’ ‘feel better!’ ‘Wait! There’s one more bug I need!’ trailed out with them. Angel didn’t move though, his eyes were too busy trying to read me. Charlie was the last at the door, she raised an eyebrow to me as if to ask if I wanted him to leave as well, but I shook my head no and she left us to debrief. I knew that’s what he was looking for. Angel had become quite good at knowing when I wasn’t saying my whole truth quite quickly. He didn’t say anything so I knew I would have to figure out where to start, particularly difficult with your whole body is screaming in pain.

“Last night was…a long night.” I said with a sign. It earned a sarcastic snort from him.

“You don’t say?” He said with a smile, I playfully pushed his shoulder, breaking into a smile myself.

“Listen, it’s a long story so get comfortable.” He grabbed a pillow that I wasn’t using and hugged it in his lap, fully sitting on my bed now, and nodded when he was ready. I replay the whole night for him, enjoying his commentary and short booing at Vox every time I bring him up the first few times. By the end though, he stops playing around when I confess that it was Vox who roughed me up, and his ongoing threat. Angel looked to be deep in thought when I finished, as if he was looking for my next steps or some great solution. I knew there wasn’t one. As we stood, I would just have to live with Vox’s abuse on top of Velvette’s at work now and my relationship with Alastor, well there want even really a relationship to have ruined. Still, why wasn’t he here right now? What had his attention instead? It was hard for me to understand his actions from the last twelve hours, you don’t care, but then you do, then you don’t again, finally you really do, but then you stop all together?

I groan aloud from my internal dialogue, throwing my head back follow immediately by a wince at the pain it caused. Angel took that as a cue to get out of his own head as well. “Well, work is fucked, but as far as Alastor goes, it’s looking promising.” He remarked, happy with his conclusion. I raised my eyebrow and felt my lips part, then frown, and repeat a few times as I struggled to find the train of thought to follow.

“Alastor looks promising?” How the hell did you come to that conclusion? From where I’m standing the demon can’t stand me and any part that can is being beaten down buy the rest!” I huffed, crossing my arms across my chest

“Sorry, maybe now isn’t the time for humor.” Angel admitted, offering me a hand. “Maybe you should get changed instead.” He was right. I desperately wanted out of this dress now, a shower wouldn’t hurt while we’re at it either.

“Thank you,” I told him, sincerely, taking his hand to help me swing my legs over the side of the bed and slowly transition my weight into my feet. If my body didn’t like sitting up, it utterly despised standing. There was nowhere else to pawn the brunt of the stress onto, forcing my muscles to work double time, but I forced myself to do it anyway. Step by agonizing step I made it to my dresser, which despite only being four feet away from my bed made my heart beat like I’d just run a marathon. “I can take it from here.” Angel didn’t look convinced. I couldn't blame him. He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Yeah, you’re the fucking opitome of health right now.” He said sarcastically, his other set of arms still holding onto me.

“Angel I can dress myself, I promise, you need rest too. It must be nearly four in the morning.” I said looking at his face closer, I was right, I could see the dark circles forming under his eyes. He was also still in his party clothes and his hair had seen better days. “Please.” I added with a half hearted smile. Angel sighed and relinquished his hold on my arm.

“Alright, be you yell or text me if you need anything!” He says over his shoulder while walking towards the door.

“Of course, goodnight!” I say and he echos goodnight back before leaving me alone. I ache and groan, but eventually do find a suitable pair of pajamas and outfit for work in a few hours. I push work out of my mind again though, instead hobbling over to my bathroom and taking a much needed shower. The hot water helps relax my tensed bruised muscles and alleviates some of the duller aches. I desperately needed the relief it provides.

It is only once I have gotten out, dressed, and am tucking myself into bed that I had a searing sensation that I am not alone. Maybe it’s nerves, but I suspect it could be the man I wish to avoid, lurking in the shadows somewhere. His idea of checking on me I guess. Normally I would want to poke the beast, tell the abyss that he should just come out and speak to me, but I didn’t want confrontation tonight. I wanted to get my well earned two hours of sleep before I had to be back at Vee tower and face the day. So instead I whispered out a goodnight to the shadows in my room and turned off the light finally allowing my tiredness to win.

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tags: @cannibalcoyote @thereeallink @asainfrustration13 @lexx-exe

[chunkypossum]

Me again!

I would love to hear some of your headcanons specifically about Eris and Azriel's character traits/personalities. I hope to capture their dynamic in your favorite form! Also, a quick clarification: do you define "angst" as hurt between Eris and Azriel only? Or would you say angst is any manner of hurt in the story? I am in the process of creating something for you that I hope to send along today, and want to make sure we have the same understanding of the word. ✍️

Lots of warm hugs,

-🎅

oh hi! I really did leave you hanging there for a couple of days!

MY BAD! I'M SORRY

Angst is any manner of hurt in their story. (sorry boys) So it could be just between them also but any type of whump or angst is perfect!

Ok HC, surprisingly I don't have a ton:

Azriel is;

Things we know from canon are that he is quiet and broody while also being a kind and thoughtful teacher with a soft voice for his family unless he is angry, in which case he really doesn't hold back. He is protective to a fault, when he sets his eyes on something, he pursues it until he has wrung every possible thing out of it that he can. This is probably what makes him an excellent torturer and terrible love interest (so far)( and another reason Azris is perfect; they can take on one another's horrible traits)

In my personal HC, I think this makes him obsessive and passionate. Once he realizes the attraction between him and Eris he is going to pursue it relentlessly but angrily bc he will be confused.

His favorite method of torture is silence and sense deprivation

Sometimes his brutality scares him. The things he is capable of by turning off his emotions are hard for him to deal with when he turns them back on.

Eris is;

Incredibly clever but terrified under the surface of it all/ I think he has so many strings he is pulling that he almost expects something to tangle and it makes him live on edge.

I think he cares about his mother so much that he has promised her to care for his brothers in any way he can without actually wanting to. I would like to believe there is a soft spot for at least one of them (Lucien plzzz Sarah!) but ultimately he only does it for mommy. Idk something about when he told Feyre "My... brothers" HAUNTS ME

He is brutal and does what he has to do. He doesn't hesitate to use something to his advantage (even a mating bond)

This also means when he is in love he will do whatever it takes to give them what they need, even if it hurts him.

When he is allowed to be gentle it surprises him that he is capable of it.

Hope I explained those well. I'm sure I'm forgetting lots of things but I'm rushing through this before work so I don't leave you waiting anymore LOL. Just know when I read a fic and get really into it I'm like "Oh yes he totally would do that" "Hell yeah, that's exactly him".

Thank you Santa!

[titaniafey]

A little preview of my wip Ghostflower fic. Though I dont think it counts as ghostflower and leans more to just Gwiles. Specifically Earth!42- Miles and Gwen. I think there should be a separate dynamic for them respectively. Their personalities are kinda reversed. Miles is the one that's more broody and angsty, while Gwen is an adorable sunshine that can roast your ass like the sun. And she's still got that edge to her. Of course 😌

But AGSPSKFLGKGJD Y'ALL TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK?

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New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There’s nothing you can’t do.

All right, I am only doing this just this one time. My name is Miles Gonzalo Morales. I used to wonder why my dad didn’t put Davis as my last name on the birth certificate. He told me it’s because he just doesn’t want it to get in the way of making my own name for what he did in the past. Said he and my uncle used to get into some shaaaady business here and there. For all his insistence to erase the past and never look back, I find myself doing things backwards. Because all I be doing right now is get caught up in the past. Trying my damnedest to right it. To give meaning to it.

Fisk still has his sights on being Mayor. His campaign pitch was a load of bull. Everyone knows the villains that run around the city wreaking havoc was in cahoots with him to get the people running as far away from this city as possible. His vision of being a livable safe New York in which he put up in honor of his late wife Vanessa Marianna and son Richard Fisk sounded like an empty promise. If anything, he was hellbent on making an unlivable New York. His grief spreading its reach to drive people away. It tends to do that to a man. In that aspect I can empathize for him.

But what stops me from pitying the fool is that he’s going on driving away families who wish for a new start in the big apple. As well as people who established the roots here since opportunity was promised in the land of the free. Hiking up housing prices. Creating noise and riots on the street.

I could move forward If I wanted to.

If I did move forward me and my mami would’ve been living peacefully in Puerto Rico right now with my maternal grandparents.

If I did move forward, I wouldn’t be sticking out for the city that granted my dad countless opportunities no matter how much he messed up.

If I did move forward, I wouldn’t be giving my dad justice for all the things he has fought for this city. His death would have been in vain.

If I did move forward, no one would’ve stood up to the likes of Fisk.

No one would’ve had the guts to go against him.

And the only one that could do that was someone above the law. Someone who runs under the cloak of the night. Someone who could portray the villain if they needed someone to be angry at. Someone who turned Fisk’s attention away from grabbing every silver lining left in this city to cling on to.

If I did move forward. I wouldn’t be the Prowler.

And if I hadn��t taken up the role of the prowler… I wouldn’t have seen what my dad, my mami, my uncle wanted me to look forward to.

Sunshine breaking through a dark sky. A city burned alight with a new hope. A blue eyed angel flashing me a bright smile.

Just as New York can be greedy, as it takes, and takes, and takes. It also gives, and gives, and gives.

It’s okay to look back in the past. But it’s also important to not get hung up with it that you won’t be able to see the new day in front of you. It’s called New York for a reason ain’t it? Just because one bad thing happened doesn’t mean life stops there.

You wanna know how I got here? Let me take you back to the time when life stopped for me.

[hathorneheiress]

A night of drama

(A continuation of "A night to remember)

"Where is she?"

I hear my brother's voice before I even see him. And I can tell from the tone that I am in big trouble. He found out, there is no doubt about it.

"Grayson, calm down." I hear Savannah say.

"I am calm!"

He was not calm.

"Hello Mr. Broody. Take-yourself-too-seriously." I say, stepping out of the shadows. Hiding wouldn't be the best plan.

"Juliet." My brother replies crisply.

I turn to face him. I will never get over how handsome he is, or how much he looks like dad. His light blonde hair was stylishly brushed back showing a slight wave to his usually straight. He wore his three-piece jet-black suit like armor. No wrinkle or crease in sight. Icy blue eyes stared back at me in the form of intimidation beneath chiseled cheekbones. He had even inherited our father's broad shoulders.

I was tall for a girl, being 5ft 7. But I still felt small next to my brother's 6ft 1 frame. It also didn't help that he was scowling, though he almost always scowled. He really should smile more.

"Didn't I tell you not to be seeing Mattias Slater, did I not?" My brother went right to the point.

"You strongly advised me not to, but I like dangerous things and bad ideas, so I ignored you."

He inhaled sharply. "I'm trying to protect you." He said softly.

"I get it." I said. "You're trying to protect me, and I appreciate it. I really do, but I am fine."

"I know you're fine. You're strong, but I still don't want you seeing him. He works for a very dangerous person, and I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Eve." I said softly, knowing who he was referring to. "You're scared she might do something to me by using Slater." It was something I had known but had never said it out loud.

Grayson didn't say anything, but I knew from his stiff posture that I was right.

He was right, but I so badly wanted to see him again. Legally, Grayson had no authority over me, but I did like having a father figure back in my life. Even if he a pain in the rear end.

"I'm not going to promise that I won't see him, but I will be more careful, and I will try to not see him as much."

"Gigi!" Savannah cried. "This is not acceptable! I forbid it!"

"Oh, stop it Sav! Even though you're seven minutes older then me, it doesn't mean you get to boss me around."

"That's enough!" Grayson cried. "You both need to stop." He then corrected himself. "We all need to stop."

Savannah and I stopped and looked at him.

"We are all tired and stressed out. We can pick this up in the morning." Grayson said.

Savannah departed and I was getting ready to do the same, when he gently caught my arm. "Juliet." He murmured softly. "I'm not mad at you, I get it, I really do, that you want to find someone. But I also don't want to making bad decisions and having to live through the consequences. I want what's best for you, and I hope that you believe in me enough that what I am saying is totally true."

I nodded. "I know." I whispered. "I also know you hate more the thought of what Slater might do to me, then the man himself. And I appreciate that you are willing to be there to protect me. But I don't want protection, I want support."

He saw what I was saying. "Please." I begged. "Give him a chance. try to see him differently like I do. You don't have to like him, you just have to be nice to him."

"No promises." He said stubbornly. "But I will try. Satisfied?"

I latched my arms around him, squeezing him into a hug. "More then you will ever know."

[ultimumvitae]

...in reference to my other meta post because i just cannot shut up about this hedgehog, for all my disagreements with shth, the music slaps and it's kind of ironic that the lyrics portray the themes of him desperately trying to grab hold of his own fate and have some autonomy better than the actual game does. "i am (all of me)" and "all hail shadow" are probably two of my favorite sonic tracks for just that reason.

they're obviously supposed to be about black doom/the black arms and shadow's internal conflict and confusion about his identity, but i think they work just as well as anthems for coming out the other side of immense tragedy and learning to how to find your footing again, to live and stop letting others dictate who you are and what you should do. they can be looked at as defiant songs, sung in the face of shadow's abusers, manipulators, and anyone who tries to hurt the world he swore to maria that he'd protect.

"i am (all of me)" is a dare for anyone to try to sway him, and a declaration that no matter what people try to make of him, or which memories of his are real or fabricated, he belongs to no one but himself. he's complete, and he is his own.

"all hail shadow" is similar, but even cockier and more obviously triumphant:

it's not just a dare, it's a threat and a promise that he'll keep fighting anything that endangers those he loves or what he believes is right, and he won't stop until he's won. it's also a song about victory ("nothing can stop you now / no ghost to bring you down" and "determination of the strong / found the meaning that you / searched for so long"); he's finally found his purpose and realized that he can decide his own path, he doesn't have to be anyone's puppet anymore.

there's a moment in sonic '06 where mephiles questions shadow's choice to keep fighting when he knows that the world will never understand and likely turn against him, and shadow, no hesitation, tells him: "if the world chooses to become my enemy, i will fight like i always have." and i am SO, soooooooooo in love with this moment, because i feel like it encapsulates everything shadow believes, and reflects the alternative messages that could be derived from his themes in his title game.

shadow is driven not by selfishness but by a personal sense of justice and the determination to keep his promise to his oldest and dearest friend. sometimes that justice doesn't line up with sonic's, but that's okay.

he's just!! he can be an aggressive, broody asshole, yeah, and he's edgy at times, sure, but he is so much more than that. the cold, quiet, unaffected persona is a wall he puts up to keep the people he loves at a safe, arm's length. he's not always a tryhard... sometimes he's just traumatized.

[slayerchick303]

I had a vivid QAF dream last night. My brain is so weird.

In the dream, I know instinctually that my best friend is Justin's roommate in New York. I am Brian's coworker and neighbor in Pittsburgh. A movie adapting my best friend's novel is being made in NY. She is going to the mayor to ask for a favor. I warned her that in my experience, politicians would want a favor in return (I've spent literally my entire life around politicians, and this is true, just FYI).

The first thing I see in the dream is Brian and I working on an ad in Brian's loft at night. I get an e-mail from my bestie with a video file, saying I was right about the mayor wanting a favor. I start to play the clip and see Justin in the background. They're in Justin/my friend's apartment with 2 kids talking about some charity work where the kids come visit them after school. At the end of the video, the 2 kids run over to a man on a nearby couch. Justin follows them and kisses the guy sitting on the couch.

Brian is watching the video with me and becomes Mr. Broody McMopey. He won't talk, but I know that he didn't know Justin was seeing anyone, never mind living with a guy as it appeared in the video.

I'm all of a sudden at my friend/Justin's place in New York with Brian. We're celebrating the premiere of my bestie's movie. I know we've all been talking and that Brian, Justin, and Justin's boyfriend have been getting along, even though I haven't seen it in the dream. I can tell that Brian is not handling Justin being in a serious relationship emotionally, though. I can see Brian is absolutely drunk off his ass, but he is hiding it from everyone else well. A guy is really hitting on him, but he's ignoring him.

Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the room, Justin, his boyfriend, and 2 other guys start making out. At this point in the dream, I'm not really there anymore. It's more like I'm an invisible person watching Brian. Brian is angry as hell. Justin was all dead set on monogamy with him, and here it looks like Justin and his live-in boyfriend are about to start an orgy. Brian tells the guy hanging off him to go join the group about to have sex because he's uninterested. The guy does so, and Justin doesn't even glance in Brian's direction. I didn't actually see what Justin and the guys were doing in my dream after that, I just saw Brian fuming watching them and knew the group was having sex.

Suddenly, Brian and I are outside and it's morning. I know instinctively that we went back to our hotel rooms sometime that night. I tell Brian he looks like shit and he says I do too, but that I always look like shit and I don't even have the excuse of partying. I asked if he was up moping about Justin all night in his room. He says he doesn't mope. I call bullshit and assure him that Justin's relationship won't last with that guy. I promise Brian that I could tell, and that my friend said it was only a matter of time before they broke up.

Brian started to get this smirk on his face, so I cut him off before he could say anything. I told him not to get his hopes up, that as long as Justin wanted what he did and Brian didn't want those things, they were never going to work as a couple. Brian agreed, saying they'd been ridiculous to even try. I got mad, saying I might not understand the whole love thing, but it was never stupid to try.

I don't remember what happened next, but the next thing I know, I'm yelling at Brian on the sidewalk (I'm pretty sure we were still in New York). I'm angry at him that he had promised to tell Justin that his cancer had returned when he was in New York and didn't. I know Brian said something back, but I can't remember what it was because I woke up a second later.

I know a reason for that dream was me writing a Britin fan-fiction before bed. Another was me worrying that my cancer might be out of remission, and I need to be screened again. I'm also in the process of moving. Last night, I saw mugs with my family's political offices they held bullshit on them.

I wouldn't be surprised if my friend's book was made into a movie because it is that good. It's weird that she was in the dream, though, because she is straight and has never seen a single episode of the show. LOL

My brain is a weird, weird, weird place.

[fluffallamaful]

c!Dream goes feral in prison right after Techno disappears and Quackity promises to kill him when he returns — partially due to stress, partially due to some side effect of the typical Time-Travel AU stuff we keep using. Time-Travel Shenanigans happen and everyone-but-Dream remembers the future, Sam wants to help him now, yadda yadda. Problem is that now Dream is refusing to leave his cell and clawing at people like a feral animal. Sam wisely backs off and he and some others eventually decide to slide in animalistic furnishings for Dream to arrange as he pleases. He builds a nest and eats meat and all that.

And then he lays eggs.

Dream LOVES his eggs. He purrs around them and cuddles them and screeches if anyone dares to get close — but he’s also way easier to care for now because he’s always settled with his eggs. His guards-turned-zookeepers are incredibly grateful for those stupid eggs, and growing fonder and fonder of them by proxy. But then something goes wrong and nobody knows why, but Dream is suddenly kind of a wreck. He’s hissing and whining and trying very hard to do SOMETHING. He keeps trying to care for those eggs but it becomes very clear that something is WRONG.

The guards eventually decide that they need to take his eggs for a proper medical examination.

Dream loses his SHIT. But they have to do this because they have to make sure the eggs are okay, but they can’t explain any of that to Dream when he’s like…this.

Once the eggs are gone, however, Dream starts wailing. He’s bawling and shivering all over and trying to crawl into the lava after them and eventually just lying on the floor sobbing his fucking eyes out because those were HIS. THOSE WERE HIS! And what are they doing to his eggs??? They’re gone, they’re gone! He couldn’t do anything! Ponk is taking care of the eggs, but that leaves everyone else watching the cameras or just sitting in the cell and watching in person as Dream just loses his mind over his missing eggs. It’s really hard to watch. Nobody wants to see him like this.

So someone gets the courage to try and tickle the devastated feral mama, both to distract him until his babies get back and to comfort him — or at least to get him feeling anything that’s not…THIS.

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eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs WEEEEEE!!!! finally have time to answer this weewoooweewooeeoo

idk why but it just feels right to give cdream some eggs to look after 😂 also for those of you a little bit squeamish with egg-laying out there (lmao), rest assured that the way dream creates the eggs can be entirely up to interpretation. he could simply magic them in as a form of comfort. perhaps they just appear one day, drawn out by his feral animal-like state. the way the eggs get there isn’t important

(more below)

🦙🦙🦙…

in saying all of thissss… i’m a little bit of a sucker for the biology here because ffs i am possibly in my 3rd year of a zoology major lmao. but for some reason i’ve latched onto the potential reason as to why dream’s eggs appeared, and why ‘something has gone wrong’

here are some cool things that happen in the animal kingdom;

kangaroos are able to pause their baby’s development (as an embryo) if the surrounding environment isn’t up to standards (eg. a drought)

mammals can undergo phantom pregnancies where they start doing all the crazy hormonal things like creating nests and what not in preparation for their babies

when chickens want to be mum’s they go ‘broody’, which means they start gathering eggs to sit on and hatch. it’s similar to the phantom pregnancy in that they start almost pretending like they have babies

so if we combine all of these,, perhaps a change in cdream’s environment (techno leaving) somehow kicks him into a parental hormonal state, that basically turns him crazy. it doesn’t matter what he does, he can’t seem to shake the need to get to a much safer place than the cell he’s in now. and so he starts crawling up the heckin walls

thankfully sam and quackity are more understanding than previously (time travel au, yarda yarda), and actually want to find a way to help dream. and moreso, they thankfully both understand the importance of environment. specifically, they understand how comforting a nest can be.

so they start giving dream pillows and blankets and so many cushions and soft things to work with. they don’t place it out themselves, they just let dream collect up the materials and decorate his cell himself. and for a while it works, especially once the eggs appear 🥺

it’s like dream gets a moment of relief. he sleeps for days, curled around the eggs. he barely claws at the walls and he barely leaves his bed of pillows (like a broody hen. you’re not going to hear the end of me when it comes to chickens)

but then something goes wrong 😭😭 ohhh doesn’t it always 😖😖😖😭

so basically my thoughts were that perhaps the parental instincts and the egg laying came about as a form of comfort for dream? i think i might draw the line at the eggs hatching for the purpose of my blog? purely coz i’m way too much of a biology nerd and i’ll try and make it way too accurate lmao 😂. like my god this is not the space to discuss pathogenesis :,) but perhaps that’s the thing that ‘goes wrong’? dream realises they’re not going to hatch in the first place? and he becomes super distressed about it (so happy to hear where you were going with the eggs problems anyway, i just might not go into detail that much when i respond).

AND SO YHEY TAKE HIS EGGS AWAY NOOO 😭 poor mumma dreammmm 😭

he’s left an absolute mess in his cell. he’s lost his comfort and his instincts are telling him to sacrifice everything for the eggs ☹️ and so someone comes in to try and snap him out of it with tickles 🥺 like soft reassuring tickles to start off with, so not to startle him. but then slowly upping the pace as the usual dream starts to fight his way through the pained other one. he gets the logical tickled back into him 😌

🦙🦙🦙…

[eruverse]

There is a little story, but as a fair warning, this isn’t going to be correct in a progressive way.

Some years ago, being a typical religious and believing gal who also happens to be bi (aka actually into the same sex also) I spent a fair amount of time getting angsty over faith and God and etc etc as someone who’s also attracted to the same sex, you know the drill. I never stopped believing in God or anything, but my angst revolved around God’s punishment in an edgy and emo way, like ‘why would God do that?’ yes I was that kinda gal okay. I was broody and do you know how good it felt to brood while you were driving? Yeah, I used to think about sooo many things while driving and my mind went crazy paths at the speed of lightning. It might not be advisable to tune out the external world while you were driving while you get fired up about some scenarios in your head to the point of crying or getting angry but that was a good experience. Anyway.

Angst has a limit, and this is what I believe because I experienced it personally. At some point you would hit the saturation point of darkness and where would it all get out then? It would pour out of you in red and fire. In short, I was so fed up with myself I got mad, and in a fit of rage I said to myself like “Well then so be it!! Let God punish me then, because it is God’s prerogative and this world is God’s with all God’s rules and I’m just a human!!”

This true acceptance of reality is what liberated me. I stopped taking my sexuality so seriously lol, because it is just what it is and I’m more than that, eh basically I just refuse to get so ~deep~ and broody about this topic because tf it serves anw? Lo and behold, I actually became more straight (het-shifted) after that point on LMAOO without me having to force anything about it. I guess God listened to me and opened my heart, and I believed so because now I know what is more important than being broody (because you brain is actually smaller than you think: it’s hella arrogant of you to think you could figure everything out just by sheer brainpower): LIFE, life and everything in it is more important. Broody people brood to escape reality and I know this because I was one of them, lol. Maybe I still am in some aspects of life.

Not that I truly stopped liking gorls (I think), but if it ever come to that? I will face it head on. There are two options: to cut it short if I am really afraid of God’s punishment, or to just go with it while embracing the promise of said punishment fully. But there isn’t a both option: that is, going with it while being angsty and fearful about what’s gonna happen in the future. Things come with consequences, and humans are cowards if they think they can get away with stuff they themselves believe! That’s not how it goes. Yes, I am a coward too. That’s why I want to be better.This is tied to when I said ‘guilty pleasure is a concept used by people who find no peace within themselves’ because it is, lol.

Long story short, this is a story about how Eru got inside the robot. Yes, Evangelion is overrated but that sentence is simple enough to explain the whole process. Eru experienced many moments like that tbh.

[biblioflyer]

Annie's Triumph and Storytelling Without Words: Ahsoka Theses

If you missed the intro, this is my rumination about Ahsoka. I'm dividing it up in Light Side and Dark Side takes. Here's the intro and a few briefer thoughts. As always I hold my opinions loosely and am intrigued rather than hostile to different interpretations.

Light Side: "Balanced Anakin" calls the class to order.

Dark Side: This show doesn't know how to shoot and story tell with laconic characters.

Light Side: “Balanced” Anakin

Anakin’s “final teachings” were another high point for me. With the benefit of years of experience and personal growth, Hayden Christiansen nails Anakin Skywalker, cosmic entity. His presence is eerie, and I’m not talking about the de-aging. He carries himself with the sort of easy, enlightened calm of Episode IV Obi Wan rather than the tense, antsy teenager he was. 

If there was one missed opportunity of the flashbacks, its that they didn’t de-age Christiansen quite enough or he wasn’t quite able to summon the coiled spring energy of that version of Anakin to remind us that this is someone who is barely out of his teens who has been given responsibility for a FOURTEEN year old, IN A WAR.

This too is something that I think Ahsoka might have leaned into: in her mind, he’s Master Skywalker. But he’s also Fly Guy. Someone barely older than her. They practically grew up together. I think this must be some aspect of Ahsoka coming to terms with her training and being part of Anakin’s legacy. The war broke him. In some sense, it broke her, but she still held onto her decency. She didn’t succumb to the Dark Side’s siren song and its promise of power and easy solutions.

Because I feel like Star Wars is better as a Manichean cosmology, I choose to believe that Anakin isn’t “balanced” like Bendu from Clone Wars, but rather he truly redeemed himself. When he transforms into Darth Vader, he is not Darth Vader, he is a representation of everything Ahsoka fears about herself, how she grew up, and why she’s been so hesitant about trying her hand at restarting the Jedi her way. 

Their duel is not simply about Ahsoka not drowning in the material world, but about whether she can actually move on from the Clone Wars and Anakin or if her doubts and sorrows will perpetually hold her back and snuff her out.

Dark Side: The characters don’t have a flat affect, the show has a flat affect

Let me be up front: I'm extremely aware this is a VERY unoriginal complaint at this point. Hopefully by digging into where I think the series let its key players down, I can bring some warmth to the whining.

Yes I said that right: let its key players down. I don't think its their fault. I want to be extra clear that I don’t think any of the performers on this series made ill-advised choices with how they played their characters. I believe very strongly that each and especially Dawson, Bordizzo, and Winstead were attempting to deliver nuanced and layered performances that, in some fashion, contrast sharply with the more dynamic (some would say melodramatic) tone of the Prequels, Sequels, and in some cases, the big Marvel shaped elephant in the room.

I wasn’t on set (obviously) so I can only guess at what went wrong but I think there are clues. If you watch some really, really good prestige dramas like Handmaid’s Tale or even other pulpy stuff with an infamously laconic and broody heroine like Captain Marvel (whose film of the same name I am extremely enamored of), you see some extremely skillful use of various devices to invite us into the mindscape of the characters in situations where it would be nonsensical for them to be spoon feeding us exposition.

Some of those devices are tight close-ups of the face and eyes, musical scores that set a mood, and flashbacks.

Flashbacks are something that were used to masterful effect in Ahsoka’s visions in Episode 5, but otherwise anyone who didn’t watch Rebels had no context for anything happening throughout the rest of the show. Even those of us who did watch Rebels had a lengthy time skip that radically altered the circumstances and priorities of the characters, generally without much explanation.

Captain Marvel uses flashbacks split up and injected at pivotal moments in the present day story to provide the insights that her Kree conditioning is not going to permit her to easily trust others with. Of course Captain Marvel is also a story about repressed memory so the storytelling device makes extra sense, but then Ahsoka herself is an unknown to people outside fans of Clone Wars and Rebels, and like the crew of the Ghost, there’s been a substantial time skip that has altered the setting and their lives. It's would have been well worth taking some screen time to show rather than tell us about the experiences the audience doesn’t know about that provide context for those icy exchanges and awkward silences.

As far as music goes, consider the iconic scene where Luke is gazing into the sunset in Episode IV. John Williams’ somber reworking of the Star Wars theme when combined with our knowledge that his aspirations are all coming to naught gives us insight into what Luke is thinking and feeling. Yet I would argue that not only are Ahsoka’s characters blank canvases as far as their lives and motivations, any attempt by their performers to use body language to tell a story about what is happening within is thwarted by subtle and forgettable music. 

Or maybe I have crappy speakers! I could simply be unobservant. Your mileage may vary.

Circling back to The Handmaid’s Tale and its love of tight, even claustrophobic close-ups on the eyes of characters who are not speaking, yet somehow managing to communicate volumes; this is one area where Dawson and Winstead’s extremely unfortunate contact lenses don’t help. This is largely irrelevant for Thrawn and Ezra because the former is stoic and inscrutable by nature, and the latter was written to still have retained his dynamic and outgoing nature.

[alexstorm]

Can’t remember her having asked about the tax fraud but she sure wrote other interesting things. // omg ofc she wrote about the tax fraud and Alex was like “We were given some poor advice and I made a poor decision, but I always paid my taxes in full, on time". She also asked about Miles being inappropriate with that woman journalist 😂 she basically asked about everything except for the music and for the next interview the journalist wrote sth like “after an encounter” they’ve been told by AM’s publicist not to ask “personal questions”

Also I promise you some anon is gonna ask what this Sunday Times interview is 😂 guys before asking the link has been posted here many times and also you can simply google it and find the tumblr that posted it. It’s also on wikipedia lol

Well, it’s been a while since I read it the last time and the tax fraud isn’t that interesting to me since all rich people do that. Her pointing out how broody Taylor was on the other hand … very interesting! 😂

[duckybarnes1917]

HERE WE GOOOO

"Being the tall, dark, and broody siren he was, you couldn’t resist his call"

ABSOLUTELY NOT. Not even attempting to resist tbh.

"...your unwilling promise. Bucky had asked you to stay put in the bus until he, or someone else, came and got you."

I don't know if you intended for this to be hot...but it got me 🥵

"The lights dimmed, an inescapable and palpable excitement rolled from the crowd around you, cries and whoops of adrenaline crescendoed into a dull roar. The stage, once lit by bright spotlights, turned dark with shadows; shrouding the devil you knew lurked within them."

OBSESSED. IT'S SO HOT.

"...the way his fingers twitched over the strings of his guitar. It was near impossible to block out what those very same fingers had you begging for him to do last night."

PLUS:

"Bucky held the last note for so long you watched the veins in his neck stand out in relief; the memory of seeing him above you just like that was too much, you felt faint and far too turned on. Get it together!"

JESUS CHRIST LANA I AM ONLY HUMAN

 "You were fucking doomed tonight; you knew that for sure."

I AM READY. TAKE ME NOW.

“Dunno if you deserve it, sweetheart,” Bucky growled and you looked up at him in shock. What the fuck? “Teasin’ me the entire set? That’s jus’ cruel.”

Oh, fuck. That should not have turned you on so much. You gulped when you felt your cunt clench around nothing. 

“That get you, sweetheart, hmm?” Bucky hummed

I AM UNWELL. PERSONAL ATTACK. SMUG BASTARD.

You made short work of his briefs and reached out to collect the dribble of precum that was in danger of going to waste. “Oh, god,” Bucky moaned as he watched you lick your finger clean. “Fuck.”

I feel like this was written just for me and perfectly encapsulates what a whore I am for Bucky's dick.

BABE. This was so good!! The way you wrote the performance was so intriguing and sexy. All of the comparisons you made between his performance on the stage and his performance in the sheets...oof magical, I'm obsessed!

I need him nowwwwww.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 | 𝐉.𝐁.𝐁

Pairing // Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Word Count // 4.5k Warnings // swearing, pet names, fluff, suggestive lyrics and behaviour, smut (praise kink, implied piv, fingering, oral - m receiving) Author's Note // my first writing project of 2023 and I had an absolute fucking ball with this, thank you @buckyismybicycle for allowing me to join this universe and I can't fucking wait to build this world with you!

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Ecstasy burned through your veins like wildfire, the bass becoming the rhythm of your heart; when his honeyed words shattered your resolve, you could only hold on for the ride.

Chaos. It was chaos. Members of the sound crew hurried back and forth, while the sound of wheels over grates and metal grinded your senses into a frenzy. Another night, another show, and another opportunity to question just how the fuck you landed here. 

Against your better judgement, you had followed Bucky to the next state over - the reasoning that you were tired of routine, spontaneity was something you craved, and Bucky supplied it. Maybe all too readily, if you were being honest.

The band had welcomed you like one of their own, embracing you into their fold of misfits and black sheep, and it was natural that you would latch onto Nat’s company more than most. The fiery redhead was fast, sharp, and lethal - no way in hell would you want to find yourself on the business end of her boot heels. 

Crew members continued to swarm and congregate around you, flocking to corners of the stage and making last minute adjustments before soundcheck. Tonight’s show would be intense, according to Bucky, at least. 

“I know you’re gonna love this set, sweetheart,” Bucky said that morning, conveniently still laid up in bed with you pulled flush to his muscled and tattooed chest, and he wasn’t letting you go. “Jus’ have to make one last change.”

You looked up at him sleepily, blinking the sleep from your eyes and simultaneously praying that the vision before you wasn't a dream. “Why’s that, baby?”

Bucky said nothing, his expression curiously blank while the corner of his lip began to lift in a coy smirk. “Patience, you’ll see.”

The rest of your morning was full of recounting - much to your frustration - the moments Bucky did in fact, make you scream the night before. Each memory that resurfaced was a chip away at your resolve to not jump his Bucky’s bones, instead, you settled for squeezing your thighs as you rested against a dormant speaker. 

Deep breath: in for four, out for four, you thought. 

“Doll!” 

Shit.

You whipped around at the sound of Bucky’s voice. He was standing with Nat and Clint who was shot gunning Monster cans like it was nobody’s business. Scott, the most laidback of the lot, was nowhere to be seen. “C’mere!” 

Being the tall, dark, and broody siren he was, you couldn’t resist his call.

“She looks exhausted, Buck,” Nat commented, her blunt appraisal brought heat to the tips of your ears. Damn it, you cursed. “Never mind the fact you were up all fucking night rocking the damn bus.”

Bucky only laughed as you hid your face behind your hands, only slightly resisting the pull of his arm around your shoulders. “Leave her alone, Nat,” Bucky said while he squeezed your arm and used his free hand to shove Nat on the shoulder. “Don’t think I don’t know about you and your victims.”

“Shut the fuck up, Barnes,” Nat groused while turning on her heels and with more grace than you thought possible, flipping Bucky off while simultaneously fiddling with her beloved bass, the slap of her boots echoing amongst the chaos. 

“Huh, look at that,” Bucky mused, a ghost of a laugh in his voice. “Off to find another one.”

Clint snorted and flipped the drum sticks in his hands, the fluidity of his movements hypnotising. “How’re you doin’, Clint?” You asked around a yawn and you let Bucky pull you closer, your front now snug against his. 

“Yeah, good,” Clint paused while he looked around the stage. “Need more caffeine.”

“You have any more caffeine, brother, you’ll be on a different fuckin’ planet when it’s set time,” Bucky warned, a brow raised. 

Clint laughed, a full belly laugh, and saluted. “Ain’t that the point, Buck?”

“Whatever,” Bucky sighed, shaking his head while he watched Clint’s retreating back. “I dunno how he’s still breathin’ with all that shit.”

“It’s a miracle,” you said quietly, and Bucky laughed. 

“You ready for tonight, sweetheart?”

“I hope so,” you said, unable to keep the suspicion from your tone. “Sound check is now, isn’t it?” Bucky nodded and looked up to watch the crew working at a much more sedate pace. 

“I want you to wait in the bus,” Bucky began and you looked up sharply. “Trust me.” He leant down and captured your lips in a kiss that was too hungry for its own good. Pulling away, Bucky rested his forehead on yours, his heated breath fanning over your lips. “Can you do that for me?”

“Alright.”

Bucky smirked, his eyes flashing with mischief. “Good girl.”

Time flew by with your trepidation mounting, the minutes only served to make you twitch and fidget with excitement - set time was nearing and nearing, approaching faster than a cheetah on cocaine, a comparison that would have made Clint howl with laughter, if he were here. 

The band would be doing the final checks before their set by now, and you felt out of place being on the bus that served as your reminder for your unwilling promise. Bucky had asked you to stay put in the bus until he, or someone else, came and got you. You had already decided you wanted to be in the crowd for this one - the possibility of the very rush you felt only the other night was too good to pass up, and if it was to be as intense as Bucky inferred, you were certainly in for a treat. 

A sudden series of bangs against the bus door made you jump, your glass almost slipping from your grip. 

“Hey!” A voice called, muffled but still loud. “Bucky asked me to come grab you for the show!”

“Coming!” You managed to stifle the disappointment from not having Bucky collect you, you knew he was a busy man. “Hang on.” The door opened wide to reveal a brunette with a bright expression, he was rocking on the balls of his feet and when he looked up to find you in the doorway, it was a wonder you weren’t knocked off your feet by his excitement. 

“I’m Peter, by the way,” he introduced himself, offering his hand to help you down the steps. “Bucky said you wanted to be amongst the crowd for tonight's show, so he’s set you up in the VIP section.”

“Awesome,” you said, grinning wide. Peter gestured to the gates and you followed closely behind as he strode towards the gates, his radio chattering non-stop. 

The floor was shaking with the bass from Cap Quartet’s final song while Peter hung back with you for the song to finish. You discovered that while he was only young, he had risen the ranks quickly and often travelled with Bucky’s band under the employment of Sharon.

Riley’s voice echoed from centre stage and Peter urged you forward through a gate where he directed you to security.

In a flurry of movements and even more chaos, your middle was finally pressed against the front fence of the VIP section while adrenaline began to pump in earnest through your veins. The music hadn’t even started yet and you were vibrating with excitement. The mystique and unknown nature of the set tonight left you feeling slightly breathless while people of all walks of life flooded the open ground of the pit, pushing and falling over one another to get the prime position at the front. 

It was almost time.

The lights dimmed, an inescapable and palpable excitement rolled from the crowd around you, cries and whoops of adrenaline crescendoed into a dull roar. The stage, once lit by bright spotlights, turned dark with shadows; shrouding the devil you knew lurked within them.

“Hello, fuckers,” Bucky said over the mic, and pandemonium reigned. 

Spotlights snapped on and Bucky was silhouetted from behind, his arms wide while his guitar hung from his neck; the tattoos on his arms and sides blazed proudly, shown off by the muscle tank he chose to pair with deliciously tight ripped and distressed jeans. By some miracle, he sensed your unabashed stare and met your eye, throwing you a wink before the lights finally centred on him - a beacon for all those who found solidarity in his music. 

“How we doin’ tonight?” Bucky yelled into the mic, pacing the stage and looking out amongst the sea of bodies. You watched as a grin grew on his lips at the crowd’s nonsensical scream. “I said,” he repeated smugly, “how are we doin’ tonight!”

Bucky’s booming voice gave way to a laugh as the cries from the audience bolstered his energy, you could tell by the way his fingers twitched over the strings of his guitar. It was near impossible to block out what those very same fingers had you begging for him to do last night. 

Desperate to distract yourself, you glanced around at the others. Nat stood tall, her spiked and heeled leather boots shining in the light. Her expression was full of righteous arrogance as she looked out at the audience when she caught your eye, a wide smirk gracing her blood red lips. Scott was jumping up and down on the spot, amped and absolutely unable to control the energy coursing through his veins. At the back of the stage, Clint sat behind the set of drums like it was a throne, flipping and twirling his sticks with caffeinated enthusiasm. 

“Tonight is a very special set,” Bucky called to cheers and whoops. His gaze met yours and he smirked, making his way to stand front and centre, right in front of you. “Now let’s fuckin’ hear it.” The crowd went wild as the lights changed, an orange and red glow through the haze of bodies and smoke. 

The opening notes of the song rang out from Scott’s guitar before Clint kickstarted the bass, Nat and Bucky following suit with rousing riffs that made your heart quake in your chest. 

Well, it's midnight, damn right

We're wound up too tight,

I've got a fist full of whiskey

The bottle just bit me,

Oh, that shit makes me bat shit crazy

We've got no fear, no doubt

All in balls out!

Bucky’s rasp made the song sound just as intense, and you could feel the freedom of just being built up from your toes - he did not lie, intense was an understatement. 

We're going off tonight

To kick out every light

Take anything we want

Drink everything in sight

We're going till the world stops turning

While we burn it to the ground tonight,

With every line he sang, Bucky pointed at the crowd, a resounding “HEY!” echoing off the walls and into the night. His smile was priceless. 

We're screaming like demons

Swinging from the ceiling,

I got a fist full of fifties

Tequila just hit me,

People around you were jumping on the spot, screaming and shouting along with Bucky’s voice while he bounded around the stage - it was a wonder he stayed on key. To hell with it, you thought, and joined the crowd, jumping up and down without a care in the world while your heart pumped ecstasy through your veins. 

Oh, we got no class, no taste

No shirt, and shit faced,

We got it lined up, shot down

Firing back straight crown,

You laughed aloud with the lyrics and Bucky looked down at you amongst the sea of faces, his pupils were blown with adrenaline and his hair had begun to plaster to his forehead with sweat. If you hadn’t been staring avidly you would have missed his subtle glance down your body, nor the predatory glint in his eyes.

If only you knew what was next. 

Choruses and solos passed with even more rousing cries from the crowd and you were breathless, almost unable to bear even an ounce more adrenaline. 

Someone in the audience threw a literal bra on stage and Bucky caught it one handed, a sly grin cracking his features like a chisel through marble. “Hey, Clint!” Bucky called and you watched as Bucky threw the bra towards the drummer who caught it in a singular second break to hang it off a cymbal. Bucky’s eyes found you in the crowd again and he licked his lips, staring at your heaving chest when the next bridge started. 

Bucky’s voice started softer for these few lines, while Nat’s bass line shone through. 

Ticking like a time bomb

Drinking till the nights gone,

Well, get your hands off of this glass

Last call my ass,

His voice grew in volume and intensity, the baritone literally hammering your heart in its rhythm. You felt like you were floating, the adrenaline fully consuming you in its waves and drowning you. 

Well, no chain, no lock

And this train won't stop,

We got no fear, no doubt

All in balls out!

Bucky held the last note for so long you watched the veins in his neck stand out in relief; the memory of seeing him above you just like that was too much, you felt faint and far too turned on. Get it together!

We're going off tonight

To kick out every light

Take anything we want

Drink everything in sight

We're going till the world stops turning

While we burn it to the ground tonight!

The final notes of the song echoed off the stage where it mingled with shouts and screams, the crowd was amped up and feral in its intensity. 

Bucky was literally dripping with sweat as he came to stand right in front of you again, his breathless voice calling into the audience, but you couldn’t hear over the pounding in your ears. The muscle tank he was wearing had rode up in his exuberance, showing just a peek of where you had left your mark on him. 

“Holy fuck,” you whispered. The world came into focus again when you took a deep breath.

“This next one is next fuckin’ level, you hellions,” Bucky yelled, snatching a bottle of water from off stage while his guitar swung around. “Are you ready!”

“YES!”

“I didn’t hear you,” Bucky hummed, grinning. “I said, ARE YOU READY!”

The roar from the crowd was unintelligible and deafening, and Bucky looked down to stare at you with a wolfish grin. You suddenly felt the apprehension from earlier return with a vengeance. 

What the fuck was he planning?

Scott began the beginning riffs of the mystery song when Bucky and Nat started, then Clint on the kick bass. The percussive sound rattled your bones and you finally realised…

Oh, that smug bastard. You grinned widely and Bucky winked back, when the intro began. 

Got to meet the hottie with the million dollar body

They say it's over budget

But you'd pay her just to touch it, come on,

The crowd rushed forward and you shouted along with Bucky, keeping your gaze locked with his face as he moved his fingers like it was second nature, his expression warping from concentration to sly smugness in a flash. 

Needs to hit the big screen

And shoot a little love scene

If Hollywood had called her

She'd be gone before ya hollered, come on,

Bucky watched you as he sang into the mic, his foot tapping with the beat while Nat, Scott, and Clint played to perfection. The next verse was fast paced and Bucky kept pace like he was made to.

Dirty little lady with the pretty pink thong

Every sugar daddy hittin’ on her all night long

Doesn't care about the money

She could be with anybody

Ain't it funny how the honey wanted you all along,

The bass increased tenfold, rattling your bones and your heart hammered to keep pace to keep you standing. You couldn’t focus, you could only see the way Bucky was staring at you as he worked the neck of his guitar and sang with such allure it was like he was fucking you from only a few feet away. 

You saw in your mind's eye how Bucky loomed over you the night before, driving his hips into you with animalistic ferocity. It was a shock he hadn’t split you in half after he made you come undone over and over again. “Fuckin’ look at you, sweetheart,” Bucky purred, his lips just inches from your pulse point. “Look at how you’re takin’ me.”

You're ripping up the dance floor, honey

You shake your ass around for everyone,

I love the way you dance with anybody

And tease them all by sucking on your thumb,

You're so much cooler

When you never pull it out,

Nat’s voice merged seamlessly with the chants of the crowd, but you could not look away from Bucky’s stare as he held the lead. He had you pinned to the spot with the inferno roiling away in your guts, the coil set to spring. 

Cause you look so much cuter

With something in your mouth,

The world froze, a juxtaposition to the hellscape that was your body. Smug bastard, you thought, and taking the invitation to tease, you opened your mouth and flattened your tongue; a striking imitation of how you had taken his cock that morning.

Bucky tensed and his eyes narrowed, but he didn’t falter. 

Crafty little lip tricks

Tattoos on her left hip,

She bending as your spending

There's no end to it so baby, come on,

Dressed up like a princess

Bettin' that her skin smells better

Than the scent of every flower in the desert, come on,

Bucky’s voice sounded heavier, the hedonistic image fuelling the fire. You were fucking doomed tonight; you knew that for sure. The chorus gave Bucky a breather, and he took the opportunity to bound back and forth over the stage to absorb the kinetic frenzy of people flocking to his every move. 

The next verse was softer and Bucky made sure to stand front and centre once more while his fingers worked effortlessly through the rifts; teasing you mercilessly with unnecessary flicks of his fingers and come hither gestures. 

Bastard. 

She loves the night scene bar queen

Living for the fun taking over

Every dance floor like she's the only one,

In the spotlight all night dissing everyone

And trying to look so innocent

While sucking on her thumb,

Bucky pointed right at you, his gaze scorching with its intensity and he bent at the hip, miraculously keeping time with the others - even with the start of a sizable tent in his jeans. You looked up at him through your lashes and smirked. 

You're so much cooler

When you never pull it out,

So much cuter

With something in your mouth,

You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out again. Teasing him was too much fun, and you swore he snarled in frustration, wrestling with the animal within him to keep time with the others. The chorus began again and Bucky bounded off and you trailed his every move with keen eyes, his ass perfectly on show; you wanted to grab ahold of it like you did last night, urge him further, faster.

The outro was epic and Bucky stood next to Scott, back-to-back as they played the riffs with precision. 

You're so much cooler

When you never pull it out,

Cause you look so much cuter

With something in your-

Clint’s kick bass thundered around the venue and it marked the end. Screams and cheers echoed from the crowd and the lights dimmed low, you could see the band milling about the stage, knocking back bottles of water, or Monster - in Clint’s case. 

“Thank you, fuckers, for the killer set!” Bucky boomed, and he was bathed in light by the softer spotlights. He was flushed red with exertion; his hair was plastered to his forehead and neck with sweat and his tattoos glistened. The others looked almost identical - exhausted and thoroughly spent. Bucky’s yell was met with more cheers and whoops, a universal applause for a job well done. 

People began to filter out towards the exits and merch stands when Bucky knelt down on stage and gestured to a security guard, and you watched as he pointed towards you. They exchanged a few words, the guard followed Bucky’s finger and nodded curtly. “Ma’am,” he said once he neared. “Barnes wants you backstage.”

You couldn’t scramble over the fence fast enough. 

“You guys did amazing!” You gushed, running towards Nat, Scott, and Clint. Bucky was nowhere to be seen. “That was insane!”

They all tiredly said their thanks and downed more drinks and food, when Bucky appeared. “Glad you thought so- oof!”

You collided with Bucky, ignorant of how he stumbled to catch you in your haste; if you didn’t do something to get a release, you would go insane. Bucky placed his bottle down and lifted you from the floor, the plains of muscles in his shoulders, chest, and arms rippling with the effort and it was all you could do not to pass out on the spot. 

The kiss you pulled him into was all hunger; teeth and tongue clashing with fervour you’d never felt before, you needed him. 

You pulled back just enough to calm the roar of blood in your ears. “Need you, now, please, I can’t-”

“Get a fucking room!” Nat yelled, rolling her eyes. 

Bucky glanced over your shoulder and threw Nat a glare before flipping her off. “Plan to!” He called over his shoulder as he turned on his heel and barged into a - blessedly - empty room off the hallway to the stage. 

“Fuck, doll,” Bucky gasped when you squirmed, your ass rubbing against the tent at his crotch. “Couldn’t fuckin’ handle your teasin’.”

“I know,” you whispered, smirking as you ran a hand through his hair while he stared at you. His pupils were entirely blown, only a slither of stormy grey visible. “Need you, please,” you whined.

“Dunno if you deserve it, sweetheart,” Bucky growled and you looked up at him in shock. What the fuck? “Teasin’ me the entire set? That’s jus’ cruel.”

Oh, fuck. That should not have turned you on so much. You gulped when you felt your cunt clench around nothing. 

“That get you, sweetheart, hmm?” Bucky hummed. He lowered you to the floor so you were standing on your own, remarkably shaky, two feet. “Don’t you lie to me, who am I?”

Desire shrouded any sense of preservation, your inhibitions disappearing like the slick down your thighs. You were so fucking doomed. The mumbled reply you gave didn’t seem to please Bucky because he glared, his figure casting a shadow over you. 

“Say that again for me, a lil’ louder.” Bucky’s finger came to rest under your chin and he forced your head up so you’d meet his eyes. “I know you want to.”

“Yes, master,” you whispered, the slight humour of the other night not lost on either of you. 

Bucky chuckled darkly. “Good girl.” He crowded you against the wall and pinned you with his knee between your thighs and you moaned weakly at the sudden pressure. “Tell me what you want, sweet thing, c’mon.”

“You, you, I want you, please,” you rushed, trying with all your might not to whimper while he attacked your throat with open-mouthed kisses. 

Bucky fumbled with the belt of your pants and you giggled, taking the reprieve to breath your way through the dizziness. Not even a minute later you stood pinned to the wall, your pants bunched at your ankles while Bucky teased your clit with his thumb. The coil was already tightly poised, you were not going to last long at all. 

“Please, please, Bucky, need-” 

“I know what you need, sweetheart,” Bucky cooed, his eyes watching you intently before he dived back down to mark your neck. He pushed in with two fingers and the sudden pressure made you cry out. “That’s it, easy, be good for me,” Bucky hushed, straightening up to stare down at you and how you were unravelling. “You’re gonna be good for me, aren’t you?”

You nodded feverishly against the onslaught of pleasure, he was tenacious in his exploration and he knew, even in this short of a time, where every single spot was to make you sing. 

“I want you to come for me,” Bucky huffed against your lips before he placed a bruising kiss to silence you. “I need you to come, let go,” he punctuated his words with a firm swipe against that spot, his dextrous fingers repeating the motion non-stop until your thighs shook. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

“Oh, god, Buck-” 

Your vision whited out with the intensity. Bucky held you and coaxed you through with gentler touches. “That’s it, good girl, such a good girl for me,” he whispered while peppering your face with soft kisses you barely registered. 

The waves ebbed and flowed, and you finally looked up dazedly to stare back at him. Bucky smiled softly. “There’s my girl,” he whispered. You couldn’t help but feel a flood of emotion in your blissed out state when Bucky’s painfully hard dick rubbed against your thigh; his breath hitch was quiet enough you would have missed it, if you hadn’t been listening for it in the first place. 

“Wan’ your cock, Bucky,” you whined suddenly and Bucky groaned. “Please, need it.”

You lowered yourself to your knees, kissing and biting your way down Bucky’s chiselled chest and stomach, all while his dick twitched with need the closer you got. You made short work of his briefs and reached out to collect the dribble of precum that was in danger of going to waste. “Oh, god,” Bucky moaned as he watched you lick your finger clean. “Fuck.”

Slowly, you began to move your hand up and down his length while he bit back his whimpers. “Wanna hear you, Buck,” you whispered, moving forward to suckle at the tip. The sight above you was distracting, to say the least; the flush covering his neck and chest added a pop of extra colour to his tattoos, his chest heaved for breath and his hands flew everywhere but where you wanted them. 

Bucky startled when you grabbed hold of his hand and put it to the back of your head, and with a sultry glance back up to watch what you were about to do to him, you relaxed your jaw and inched forward until your eyes watered. “Oh, fucking hell,” he gasped, the grip on your hair tight. 

Staying like that for a moment, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked. “Fuck! Baby, oh-” You would have giggled if his length wasn’t heavy on your tongue.

You pulled back for air but you kept the tip in your mouth, lapping at it with your flattened tongue. “You look so cute, kitten,” Bucky praised, the rasp in his voice lowering the octave while he caressed your cheek. “With my cock in your mouth, god, look at you.”

It would be one of your biggest achievements, making him come as hard and as fast as you did, and for damn sure you would hold it over his head; you were nothing if not competitive, and you couldn’t wait to be pulled down from your pedestal. 

And, the next morning, if Bucky’s voice was even more raspy than normal - it was no one’s business. 

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