#I just wanted to draw him in a fun button up and bell bottoms

[lesbian-duck-art]

So a year ago, @orithereticent and I had talked about their mermaid AU. And within that AU, Ricky is the one posing as the DJ/owner of K Ghoul. That idea came back into my head and I finally had an idea I liked, so here’s a Ricky based on that concept

(Extra one without the K Ghoul lighting under the read more)

[tsukishumai]

pairing; suna rintaro x gn!reader genre; fluff wc; 900+

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“How many times do I have to tell you, Suna-san,” you say through gritted teeth and clenched fists, “A tie is a requirement of our school uniform, to be worn at all times. And must I continuously inform you that the white dress shirt is meant to be buttoned. That’s not even our school blazer.”

Suna stared up at you with amusement, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned his elbow back onto the lunch table. Eyes were beginning to wander towards your conversation, hushed whispers of ‘there they go again,’ and ‘when will they stop fighting’ making its way into your ears. You could feel your eyebrow twitch beyond your control, and you want nothing more than to be finished with the infuriating middle blocker that sat in front of you.

But you couldn’t ignore his blatant disregard for school regulation, and what kind of student council president would you be to let this slide?

“It’s not?” Suna looks down at the gray blazer, one that starkly contrasts the sea of brown blazers that surrounded him. His team of idiots dared to snicker from beside him, and you quickly silenced them with a glare. “My bad, Pres. I got dressed in the dark today.”

The blonde Miya let out a laugh before being smacked on the head by the gray-haired Miya. You crossed your arms and glared down at Suna, who smiled innocently back.

You turn your attention back to the table full of volleyball players, all audibly gulping as they shrank under your scrutiny.

“If you don’t get this idiot a blazer before I finish my lunch, you’re all shouldering clean up duty for a month,” you say, eyes sharply staring down each boy at the table, “Understood?”

You would have smiled in satisfaction as they all wordlessly nodded, but Suna’s shit-eating grin only grew wider.

“Is that any way to talk about your student, Pres?” Suna challenged, leaning back and crossing his arms.

“Inarizaki students wear Inarizaki blazers,” you say, looking Suna up and down, “Until you’re wearing one, then you’re not worthy to be called one of my students. Idiot.”

You turn around and take yourself away from the situation before you could give Suna a chance to aggravate you any further.

Though, your intentions were all for nothing when at the end of your meal, you go to find that Suna was missing from his original setting. You asked his teammates (who assured you they gave him a blazer) where he had gone, but they swore they didn’t know.

With a huff and a sigh, you admonished them for their uselessness, and set off to find the brown-haired pain in your ass.

There was still more than ten minutes left of lunch, and you searched the empty hallways for any sign of Suna. Your footsteps softly echoed as you pattered towards the stairway, figuring he might have headed to his classroom to hide from your wrath.

Before you could make it, five fingers delicately wrapped themselves around your arm, and pulled you into an empty classroom.

You stumbled on your feet as you turn to your assailant, ready to scream and put up a fight when Suna clasped his hand over your mouth, pulling you into him as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Shh,” he hushed, the corner of his lips upturned in a mischievous smirk, “It’s me.”

You relax into his hold, letting out a sigh when he moves his hand from your mouth to cup the side of your face. You look down at him, relief flooding through you when you see the appropriately colored blazer he now donned.

You pout as you softly whacked at his chest. “Rin, why do you have to give me a hard time?”

Suna laughed, and you would have melted into a puddle on the floor had he not been holding you up. “It’s fun to see you get so worked up. Besides,” he leans down and nuzzles his face into your neck, “That was kind of hot.”

You roll your eyes, but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. “It wasn’t hot for me. It was annoying. And a waste of my lunch time.”

“Lunch time that we could be spending together,” his lips said against your skin before pulling away. “If you just told everyone about us.”

You quirk an eyebrow at him. “Since when did you want to spend your lunch with me?”

Suna shrugged. “Since always?”

You studied Suna for any sign of a joke, but he looked you dead in the eyes, and didn’t waver for a second. There was no real reason why you had kept your relationship so private. Maybe there was a part of you that still had a hard time believing it.

Suna had always seemed to be someone so unreachable. Yet here he was, nibbling on his bottom lip as he reached out his hand.

All you wanted to do was take it.

“I don’t know,” You tease, drawing circles on his now-buttoned shirt with your finger, “The president can’t exactly be seen with someone that can’t even come properly dressed, can they?”

Suna scoffed. “I changed, didn’t I?”

You giggle, standing up on your toes to place a soft kiss on his lips.

Just then, the bell signaled the end of lunch, and you reluctantly pull away from the tender embrace of Suna Rintaro.

“Maybe tomorrow?”

Suna smiled as he watched you exit the classroom. “Tomorrow.”

[clownaroundtown]

How To Make Your Own Clown Doll ! (A Guide)

Hello good people !!

I have made a few clown dolls before, and someone submitted a question asking if I followed any guide for them or had a guide myself. I sorta made it up as I went for the first doll, but I have learned better methods of doing things since then!

Here is my guide on how to make some dudes for yourself!

You will need:

Fabric for the body - I used an off-white fleece for the torso and limbs for this one, but have previously used a thin off-white sorta cotton fabric, which works better if you want floppier/thinner limbs!

Fabric for the clothes - Use whatever you want, honestly! I used some cool stretchy silver-metallic fabric for mine but have previously used cotton and polyester patterned fabrics !

Polymer clay - I used Sculpey III for this one, but for my previous two I used some other kind of Sculpey that was very very light and airy, which made it hard to sculpt properly without squishing it! If you want to add any detail to the face shape, use some firm polymer clay !

Posca pens (optional) and acrylic paints - Acrylics are used for the base coat on the head. I used the paints for the details too previously, but used posca pens on this one which was much easier to do the face details with! Either works just fine, though : )

Faux fur - for hair! If you want a bald clown or one with just a hat without hair, you don't need this!

Decorative trims and such - I used some pink frilly elastic trim, blue dotted non-elastic trim, white elastic frilly mesh, buttons, a silver bell and some blue velvet ribbon for this guy! You can literally use whatever you want (ribbons, bows, pom-poms, lace, etc) to make your clown look cute!!

Varnish - Use spray varnish if you can! It'll help prevent the face paint from smudging (all 3 of mine have had this happen using varnish with a brush). It is possible to use varnish with a brush on them but be careful with it! I used sculpey gloss varnish.

Tin/aluminium foil

Basic sewing supplies (needles, thread, pins, scissors)

Steps

1. Make a ball out of the foil, a little smaller than the size you want the finished head.

2. Cover it in a layer of Sculpey and sculpt the face shape you want. Include a pretty thick neck with the base at the bottom WIDER than the rest of the neck. This will be how the head is anchored to the body!

3. Bake the clay, let it cool, and sand it down so that it is nice and even without any finger-prints!

4. Paint a base coat on it with acrylic paints!

5. Paint/draw on whatever face details you want using acrylics or posca pens! Let your creativity flow!!

6. Varnish it!

7. Draw out the body pieces (torso and limbs) on your body fabric. You'll need two torso pieces, four leg pieces and four arm pieces. Honestly there's no method to what shape to draw, just draw what shapes you want them to be! (Remember to reverse each second piece though so that they match up when sewing them together). I used a rounded rectangle for the torso, and chose to make the legs on mine very long!

8. Cut out all the pieces and sew them together with the CORRECT sides facing INWARDS and the WRONG sides facing outwards. Once sewn, flip them inside out. MAKE SURE TO LEAVE THE TOP SIDE OF THE TORSO UN-SEWN TO INSERT THE HEAD!

9. Almost fully fill the body with plastic pellets, and only partially fill the limbs (I filled them about 1/4 full)! If you don't have those, use dry rice like I did (or dry lentils) or sand! If you use sand, ensure sure you make your stitches REALLY close together so sand doesn't come out of any gaps! If you want the limbs to be chunkier, fill them with more pellets OR stuff the rest of them with poly-fill or cotton wool!

10. Insert the neck into the torso and sew the opening tight around it, like this! The wide base of the neck stops the head from coming out : )

11. Sew on the limbs! The stitching doesn't have to be perfect here since the clothes will hide it!

12. Make the clothes! You can make whatever kind of clothing you like; I just made a baggy little jumpsuit sorta thing for my guy! To do this, I laid the clown out on the fabric and roughly drew the shape for clothes around him based on what I wanted! Flip it, lay it down in the fabric again and then trace this to get the second jumpsuit piece!

13. Use the same method of sewing the pieces together with the CORRECT sides facing each other so the WRONG sides are facing outwards. Then turn the clothes inside-out so that the right sides are now facing outwards! MAKE SURE TO LEAVE OPENINGS FOR THE HEAD AND LIMBS TO COME OUT THROUGH!

14. Put the clothes on the clown!!

15. (Optional) Glue fake fur on the top of the head in the style you want it! I used hot glue because I didn't have anything else, but fabric glues and all-purpose glues would be good too! If you don't want hair, just skip this step!

16. (Optional) Hat!! Cut out a wide triangle shape, sew the opposite sides together and then sew a circle to the base if you want a pointy hat like my dude's one (I don't have photos of this sadly but I'm sure there's a tutorial out there of how to sew a cone)! Then glue the base to the top of the head.

16. And finally, add all the trims and extra bits you want to make them look super cute !!! I just sewed on some ribbon to the base of the hat and around the ankles, sewed some frilly elastic trims around the neck, added a little silver bell to the hat, sewed frilly trim around the wrists and ankles and then sewed two buttons onto the front of his clothes!

And then, your little clown is done !!!

I hope this comes in handy to anyone wanting to make their own clown dude!

I would appreciate any reblogs and such of this to help spread the clown joy !!

Have fun !!!

(Small note! I would appreciate if you didn't copy any of my clowns directly! Please use this as more of a guide than an exact tutorial to make this specific clown! Being creative with yours is much more fun!! :•D)

[micahscowgirl]

Bite Me ~ Chapter 6

Micah Bell x f!reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: SMUT (finally), cussing, biting kink (w/blood)

Word Count: 2550

Wow. This just happened.

Chapter 6

“What’s taking you so damn long?” 

“Quit yappin’,” you sternly bite back at Micah through the curtain. “I’m not even done trying everything on”

Micah has brought you to the tailor shop in Valentine to pick out some new clothes. You have a small pile of garments sitting on the bench and floor next to you. You wouldn’t admit to Micah, but you have already tried everything on, but are debating between a few options. 

After trying on a very different combinations of tops and pants, you finally settled on a grey, long-sleeved button up, a leather jacket, and black riding pants. You pull the curtain back and do a quick little model for Micah, fully aware of the flattering fit of the pants. 

“So, what do you think?”

“My, my,” He starts, “who’re you trying to impress, doll?” 

You shoot him a quick glance before returning to collect the clothes you didn’t want. “A lady’s got to make herself presentable, don’t you agree?”

When you turn your head towards him again, you notice him biting his bottom lip while admiring you. His hat was tilted in front of his eyes, so he didn’t realize you caught him. The sight gave you butterflies and you felt yourself throb slightly. You quickly push any thoughts that might have been making their way into your head away.

“So, uh, what do you normally do whenever the camp moves without you?” you try to make conversation.

“Well, it’s definitely not as simple as asking around. Hey Mister!” He begins to mock towards an imaginary man. “Can I bother you with a question? You see, I’ve lost my crew, most of whom have a huge criminal bounty, you wouldn’t happen to know where they headed off to, do ya now?”

This puts a grin on your face, “Well, well, Mister Bell, I never would’ve pegged you for the comedic type.”

He smiles, “Well, doll, I don’t show that side to many people.” When he makes eye contact with you, he turns away and clears his throat, “Ahem, anyway we should, uh, probably be off now.”

He pays the shopkeeper for your clothes, and walks out of the shop, leaving you to finish folding the clothes. You know you should be upset, but you’re not. You can’t help but feel sorry for him. 

I wonder why he conceals himself so much. And what makes me different from everyone else?

~~~~~~

Micah had tracked the wagon trail tp the train tracks before turning towards town that morning, so that’s where you returned to. It was a silent ride, so all you had were your thoughts. No matter how many times you tried not to, you couldn’t stop thinking of the way he looked at you in the shop. What was he thinking about? Was he simply admiring you? Or was he imagining all the things he would do to you, given the chance? 

“You ain’t falling asleep back there, are you?” He startles you out of your thoughts. Without realizing it, you had slowly started to lean onto his back, like you had slept the night before.

“Oh, uh, sorry. I was just, uh, lost in thought.” you stutter, trying to not make anything obvious.

“Oh? What were you thinking about, doll?”

Oh my God, does he know? He couldn’t know, right? Or--

“Micah? Is that you?” someone calls from up ahead. 

“Yeah, me and Y/N.”

Bill steps from behind a tree, “Camp’s right up ahead.” he says to Micah. As y’all pass him, he nods to you. “Glad you made it back safe.” After some distance is made, Micah scoffs.

“Figures.” He says.

“What?”

“They’re only glad you made it back.”

Without knowing what to say, the trot towards the camp is a silent one.

Once you arrive at camp, you begin to notice the same reaction from everyone.

“Y/N, you made it!” Arthur walks up to the horse. Micah hops off, and knowing you’re still sore from the night before turns to help you, but not before Arthur beats him to it. “Dutch was so worried about you after he sent you off to Strawberry.” You accept his help and Micah turns and walks away stubbornly off into the trees.

“I ran into some trouble up that way, thankfully Micah was there to save me,” you say, giving him the credit. Even so, it was brushed away.

“Let’s get you something to eat.” Mary-Beth chimes in, taking you by the arm and pulling you away. “Charles and Hosea said they’d hitch your tent if you made it back today.” You turn your head and get one more glimpse of Micah before he is erased by the trees. I wouldn’t be back if it wasn’t for him.

~~~~~~

The afternoon is full of celebration led by Dutch. You can’t help but feel that this is his way of hiding that he did choose to move without waiting for you or sending anyone to find you. If it wasn’t for Micah, you’d be dead or even worse. “You’re going to be my little whore.” The voice of the O'Driscol echoes in your head. 

Even though your sitting in front of a warm fire and everyone is singing and laughing, you can’t help but feel cold and sad. Micah hasn’t come back since he walked off earlier. He’s the one who saved your life and no one batted an eye for it. 

When no one is paying attention, you stand and sneak your way to behind the tents. You make your way over to the horses and Baylock is still there. For the first time all night, you felt a small smile sneak it’s way onto your face. Micah must still be here somewhere.

“Y/N,” you jump and turn to see Arthur walking towards you. “What are you doing over here? You missing all the fun!” Arthur isn’t a heavy drinker, but you can tell he’s a little more than tipsy. 

“I just needed a moment from the crowd.” You say, trying to hint at him to leave. With no prevail, you continue. “I was just going to take a small walk by myself.”

“Well, I can keep you comp’ny!” he slurs. 

Dammit, Arthur.

You have an idea. “You know, Arthur, I think Mary-Beth has quite the thing for you.” He looks intrigued. “And, coming from a women’s perspective, a nice cool night like this is quite the romantic setting. I think you could make a pretty good move tonight.” You wink. 

“You really think so?” he ponders the idea. “If you think I have a chance, maybe I’ll go for it!”

You gentle grab his arm and turn him to face the camp. “Go get’em, cowboy.” 

You sigh as he makes his way back to the camp, now to find Micah.

~~~~~~

You had made your way into the trees. Thankfully, the moon was bright tonight and you could see under the shade of the trees. Finding him shouldn’t be a problem. Your confidence grew thin the longer you looked, though. You were about to give up when you saw a small wisp of smoke glow from behind a tree. The pine needles beneath your feet made it hard for him to hear you, so you speak softly as to not startle him.

“Micah, is that you?” 

“Yeah, it’s me.”

You approach the tree he is leaning on and turn to face him. He is sitting on the ground and his head is tilted so you can’t see his eyes. You want nothing more than to see them and get lost in their deep blue color.

“What’re you doing way out here?” You know the answer, but you needed something to say.

“Same thing I always do, sweetheart. Avoiding those who despise me, which unfortunately seems to be everyone at the moment.”

After a small pause, you say, “I don’t despise you.”

He takes a long draw from his cigarette before he looks up. “And why is that? What do you see in me? ‘Cause there ain’t nothing here worth giving two shits about.”

You can’t think of anything to say that won’t set him off. You can tell he’s right on the edge of snapping.

He sighs, “That’s what I thought, there ain’t--” He stops when he sees you walking towards him.

You move so your standing over him, one foot on either side of his legs. He flicks away his cigarette and slowly runs his hands softly up your legs. Once he reached your thighs, you lower yourself to straddle him. Your heart is pounding, but you don’t want to let him see how nervous you really are. 

One of his hands stops on your hip, while the other one continues. He runs his fingers up your arm, following them with his eyes. They brush over your shoulder, onto your neck, and down your jaw. He finally makes eye-contact with you making you shiver. 

“Now what do you think you’re up to, doll.” 

You don’t respond with words. Instead, you place your hands on his chest, grab the fabric of his shirt, and lean in to kiss him. You pull away, stopping only a few inches back, just so you can look into his eyes. 

He moves one hand around your waist and the other gets lost in your hair as he pulls you in to a much deeper kiss. As his tongue enters you mouth, you begin to feel yourself throb. You’ve been hoping for this for so long and it’s finally happening. Your heart beats faster as you begin to grind against him slowly but rough.

He pulls himself away from the kiss. “Are you sure you want this? With me?”

You reach down to start undoing the buttons on your shirt. “I want this. I want you, Micah.”

You pull off your shirt and your battered undershirt, revealing your breasts. He glances at you approval before he grabs them. He leans back in to kiss you. As he moves his hands to hold your waist again, he grazes your nipple, causing you to moan into the kiss. That must’ve been what did it for him because he grabs tightly onto your hips. 

“If you want me, your gonna need to loose these,” He runs his fingers down your pants. Before you can respond, his thumb has reached down the the seam right in-between your legs. You didn’t realize how wet you had became until he started to apply pressure. You let out a small moan again. You were so sensitive from anticipation for the moment, you could hardly stand it.

He begins to rub more as he leans in to start sucking on your neck. It’s becoming too much for you; you want him so bad. You reach down, moving your hand past his to grab onto his bulge through his pants. When you do this, he bites down onto the spot he had just made on your neck, causing you to whimper. All at once, he removes his mouth from your neck and his hand from your pants. You let out a sigh, missing the sensation. 

He starts to undo his belt. Taking that as a sign, you stand to remove your pants and panties. Wasting no time, you straddle him again. 

“This is your last chance, doll, you sure you want this. I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.”

“Yes, Micah, please. I’ve been wanting this for so long.”

He smiles as he moves his hand back down, starting to run small circles or your clit. “Trust me, princess, I’ve been wanting this too.”

You lean in to kiss him again, trying to silence your moans. He slowly begins to move two fingers to enter you. You can’t hold back the whimpers escaping your throat; you crave him so much.

He continues to rub your clit with his thumb as the two fingers curl inside of you.

“P-please, Micah, I can’t take it. I want you.”

As much as he was trying to hold back as long as he could, your begs pushed him over once again. He reaches into his pants and pulls out his dick. 

“Look at me,” He says. You do as you’re told. You bite your lip as he rubs his member over your clit and entrance, wetting himself with your slick. All at once, he shoves himself into you, causing you to let out a loud moan. He reaches up and covers your mouth.

“Shhh. You don’t want the whole camp coming over here and interrupting us, do you, doll?” He hisses. You shake your head, his hand holding back muffled whimpers as you get use to his size. Once you’re quiet, he moves his hand away. “Good girl.” 

He grabs onto your hips tightly, his thumbs digging into them hard. He lifts you and slams you back onto him. Another moan tries to escape you. “I’m not going to continue until I know you can be quiet, babe.” he teases. You pout your lips at him. He smiles and tilts his head, exposing his neck from underneath his hair. You look at his neck then back at him. He grins.

“Bite me.” he says in a deep tone that you can feel in your chest, causing you to shiver and tighten on his cock that’s deep inside you. “Well?” he smirks.

You put your arms on his shoulders and place your lips on his neck. You can’t imagine actually biting him, that would hurt too much, right?

He starts to slowly lift you and thrust into you. You wants to moan so badly, but you know he’ll only stop again. You keep your lips shut tightly, keeping them pressed up against him.

He begins to thrust harder, grinding your clit against him every time. It’s too much and you open your mouth to moan, but instead bite down onto his neck. You hear him snarl and feel a growl in his throat. He speeds up, lifting you high enough each time to take in his whole shaft. He pounds into you, you feel your clit start to throb more and more and your insides tighten. 

You start to taste the metallic flavor of blood right as you tip over the edge. You can’t help it, you pull away from him to arch your back and ride through your climax. The feeling keeps getting better and better. You sense he’s lifting you lower as his arms grow tired. You begin to lift yourself, riding him until he’s finished. You feel his cock grow stiffer and begin to throb as he’s about to come.

He reaches up and grabs your hair, pulling you forward into a sloppy kiss. He reaches down and grabs your hips a final time to slam into you as hard as he can. He let’s out a deep moan through gritted teeth and he finishes, filling you up. This causes you to let out one final moan before you fall onto his chest.

“God-dammit, Y/N.” He pushes you up so he can look at you. “What the hell got into you?” 

You smile, too exhausted for words. You lean forward and lick the small drops of blood from his neck.

“You wouldn’t happen to have enough space in that tent of yours for one more, would you?” he says. He leans forward to leave a small trail of kisses up your neck and across you jaw.

“Hmm, I think I can make some room.”

[just-another-muddafucka]

unwanted visitor*

pairing: max cady x fem!reader

summary: a good deed turns out to be the worst choice you could possibly make... maybe.

warnings: explicit language, slight dub con, fingering, choking, face slapping, predatory vibes, huuggeee age gap (but reader is of legal age), daddy kink

When the last bell of the day rang, you were more than happy to pack your books into your bag and hurriedly get out from behind your desk. All of your frustrations washed away the minute the final bell rang throughout the school. You walked with a pep in your step down the hall and to the left where your locker was. Quickly putting in your combination, you unlocked the metal barrier and shoved your history textbook inside and huffed as you fixed your lopsided headband that kept your hairs away from your face.

“Y/N!” You heard your friends squeal your name as they ran to you, all laughing and talking at the same time.

“If you’re gonna ask me to go to the mall again, the answer is gonna be no,” you giggled and held your binder to your chest as you shut your locker and made sure to rearrange the numbers. “My parents are coming home tomorrow and I have to clean up and stuff.”

“And stuff? What’re you gonna do? Rub one out the last night you’re alone?” Alana, the loud and dirty one of the group, questioned you and made an obscene gesture with her fist and mouth.

You shoved her and covered your blushing face with your binder as your friends giggled around you. You rolled your eyes at her filthy antics and walked in between them. “I’ll let you guys know though, okay? I have studying to do and food shopping.”

“Oh, let me know when you go food shopping. I need to get more snacks,” Beverly, the insanely smart and talkative one of the group, told you as she fixed her glasses on her nose. “I ate too much of everything again and my parents are gonna freak when they see how empty the cabinets are. Especially my dads secret stash. No wonder he keeps a lock and key.”

You and Alana shared a look and laughed. Alana wrapped an arm around Beverly’s shoulders as you three made your way out of the school. There was still a bustle of students here and there - some waiting for the bus, some waiting for their parents, others just loitering. Alana and Beverly were chatting amongst themselves, and judging from the way Bev was sucking her teeth annoyingly, Alana was probably saying something dirty or poking fun. You were in your own head as your eyes scanned your surroundings.

They suddenly landed on a beautiful red mustang parked across the street. The man in the driver’s seat was significantly older than you. You weren’t sure if he was a parent or a teacher, but his eyes never left yours the minute you spotted him. A nudge to your arm brought you back down to earth and you quickly turned your head to focus on your two friends.

“We’re gonna head to the arcade. Danny’s supposed to meet us there. You sure you don’t wanna come?” Bev asked you, furrowing her eyebrows and biting down on her bottom lip with her brace covered teeth.

“I’m sure,” you smiles and fixed the straps of your bag and held your binder tighter to your chest as you took a few steps back. “I’ll see you guys Monday!”

They both bid you a goodbye and went around the school to where the football field was to cut a shortcut. You trotted down the steps and began to make your way home which was just a 10 minute walk, 6 minutes tops if you ran. But do you really wanna run in a skirt? You shook your head to yourself and giggled softly. The air was so fresh and clean. It rained last night and today was a beautiful morning. The smell of grass and flowers overwhelmed your senses as the birds chirped around you.

“Excuse me, young lady,” you heard a gentle southern voice call at you from beside.

You gasped and looked to the side and saw the man you had seen before. He rests one elbow on the the drivers side window as the other rests on the steering wheel. He was wearing a sailor’s hat and had a Hawaiian shirt on, only the top three buttons undone, showcasing a hairy and well built chest with tattoos. He had some on his arms as well and it gave you butterflies. He lowered his sunglasses just a smidge and gave you a charming smile. Up close, he looked so handsome and rugged.

“I sincerely apologize for startling you,” he told you. “Do you, by any chance, know where Collins Avenue is? I’m afraid I don’t have a map and I have a doctor’s appointment.” He seemed so friendly. It made you feel at ease. You stepped closer to the car and looked down the street, missing the way his eyes roamed you up and down.

“You’re gonna go down that street here. And then when you’re about to pass that yellow house, you’re gonna make a right. And then there’s gonna be a blue house at the corner, then you’re gonna wanna make a left and then keep going straight!” You told the directions and gave him a bashful smile, hugging your binder closer to your chest again. “Do you get it, mister?”

“I’m afraid I don’t, darlin,” he huffed and licked his lips, sucking his teeth and tapping his thump against the steering wheel.

“Well, I can draw it out for you if you’d like? I know this neighborhood like the back of my hand,” you giggled quietly, making the man smirk as he bit his lip.

“Would you like to take a seat inside so you’re more comfortable?” He offered and unlocked the doors of his car.

“I’m not allowed to get into cars with strangers, mister,” you told him softly, nervously biting your lip.

“Well look at how smart you are!” He praised you, causing your cheeks to blush pink. He didn’t miss that and grinned wolfishly. “My name is Max Cady. And you are?”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you told him, taking a small step towards the car when he outstretched his hand to shake yours. His hand was so much bigger than yours, fingers long and veins protruding on his hand and arm. You swallowed down a whimper at the touch.

“See, now we ain’t strangers anymore,” he winked at you, laughing quietly as you looked down. “I promise you, I’m a respectful man and you seem like a lovely lil lady.” He fingers tapped against his thigh as his knee started to bob, a sign of impatience. But he needed to get you to trust him. He needed to simply wait it out until it was the right time. When your hand touched the handle, something inside of him jumped for joy. “There we go!”

You opened your binder and turned to a clean sheet of paper, pulling out a pencil from its pocket and beginning to draw an outline of where Max needed to go. You can feel his eyes on you as you neatly scribbled down street signs and little squares as houses. His scent suddenly filled your senses. The cologne he was wearing smelled so intoxicating. You wanted to bury your nose in his neck to keep that scent around you. You bit your lip and squeezed your thighs together under your binder, hoping he didn’t realize your squirming. Oh, but he did. His eyes trailed down to look at the exposed skin hidden under your pink checkered skirt, your white thigh highs fitting so snug around you. It looked so soft and supple. He needed to squeeze your flesh and sink his teeth into them to leave his mark. He suddenly wonders if you bruise easily.

“So, you go to this school here?” Max asks you, wanting to make small talk to keep you longer. “I hear it’s the last month before summer.”

“Yes, I do! It’s my last year too, and then I go to college,” you beamed with excitement and he almost found it adorable. “I can’t wait. It’s gonna be so exciting.”

“No kiddin’. What’re you studying?” He licked his lips and looked at your neck and collarbones, suddenly wondering what you’d taste like if he trailed his tounge across. How long would he have to choke you to make you pass out?

“English! I wanna be a writer,” you gave him a shy smile, watching as his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled back at you. Man, was he handsome. “I never asked where you’re from, Max. I recognized your accent.”

“Oh, just a lil town up in Georgia,” he shrugged. “Nothin’ too special, I guess.”

“Georgia? I heard they have great peaches up there. I always wanted to go to a peach farm,” you pouted.

“Can I let you in on a secret?” His voice dropped down to a low baritone hum as he moved closer to you, the heat of just him engulfing you like flames. His breath tickled your ear. “They ain’t that good.”

You burst into a fit of giggles and covered your mouth with your palm. Max chuckles to himself and elbows you lightly. Your skin was soft. His hands twitched as he moved back to his spot. And what perfume were you wearing? It smelled like strawberries and rose water.

“Um, here you go, sir - Max!” You handed him the paper and closed your binder after putting your pencil away. “If you just follow those directions, you’d be out on the main street and then the doctor’s office should be around there. I promise, you won’t get lost.”

“Well, since you’ve been such a lovely samaritan, I do believe you deserve a reward,” he tells you and reaches over to open the glove compartment, the back of his hand briefly touching your knees as he rifles around and pulls out a heart shaped lollipop. “Somethin’ sweet for a sweet peach.”

You blushed and took the lollipop with a soft thank you, sir. You unwrapped it and popped it into your mouth, immediately letting out a soft moan, not even realizing it as you suckle and lick. Max never once took his eyes off you. His face changed into one of seriousness. He need to have you. And if he couldn’t right now, he’d find a way. When you went to look at him, he immediately gave you that charming smile of his.

“How about I take you home? You’ve been so good to me and I would just feel so bad letting you walk alone out here,” he told you and laid a large hand on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing up and down as he looked into your eyes. Almost hypnotized, you nodded. “Where do you live, peach?”

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When Max stopped in front of your house, he took notice of the absence of cars in the driveway. You turned in your seat and gave him a blushing smile. He rests his arm on the seats behind him and spreads his thighs comfortably. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes look down before quickly looking into his again.

“Thank you for the ride, Max. I do hope you get to the doctors office safely,” you told him gently, leaning over the console to give his stubbly cheek a kiss, once more smelling that cologne.

“Pleasure’s all mine, peach,” he grins and tips his hat to you like a gentleman, savoring the little giggles that escape your red tinted lips that was from the lollipop.

He watches as you exit the car, waving back at you as you walk up the long walkway that leads to the steps. When you reach the top, you unlock the door, turning back once more to wave at Max. He gives you a wink as you shut the door. His smile drops from his face at an instant as he puts his car into drive and parks a few houses down. All he has to do is wait now.

When you get inside the house, you drop your bag down with a sigh and envelope the silence that fills up every room. You hated silence with such a passion. It was so quiet, yet so loud at the same damn time. You needed excitement and wonder and boisterous adventures. You trudged up the carpet steps and enter your lonely room. Tugging off your shoes, you neatly put them back in the empty space under your bed, pushing them back just a tad so your bedsheets cover them. You remove your headband and run your fingers through your hair. You sat down on the edge of your bed with a sigh. Coming home to an empty house was the worst feeling you ever felt.

“I need a dog,” you mumbled to yourself and walked over to the radio that sat on your windowsill, sliding in your favorite tape of Queen and smiling happily again when Somebody To Love came on. You hummed along to the lyrics and began to pick up any dirty laundry lying around. You had to make sure the bathroom was in tact as well before your parents came home. You made a mental list in your head of things you needed to do as you left your room and entered the small laundry room just beside yours. You loaded the washer, poured in a small cup of detergent, and turned the novel so that it would start rotating the clothes around.

You walked down the steps and entered the guest bathroom that was adjacent to the back door. You put your handle on the knob and turned it to make sure it was still locked before you left for school and after you came home. Just as you walked down the hallway to check the front door, the familiar Hawaiian shirt caught you off guard in your kitchen. You gasped and pressed your back against the walk beside the steps. Max Cady was standing in your kitchen eating an apple from your bowl of fruits.

“You should learn how to lock your doors, honey,” he tells you, taking another bite out of the apple as he motions with his hand around. “I mean, anybody can just walk in.”

“Wha-What’re you doing here, sir?” You whispered helplessly, feeling as thought you’re about to collapse just from how fast your heart is beating. “My parents will be home a-any minute, you need to go.”

“The calendar says otherwise,” he tells you condescendingly and steps in front of said calendar. He points to a circled date that was tomorrow and reads aloud, “Mom and dad come back.” He turns back to you, seeing the evident fear in your ears and the tremble in your body. “Now, why on earth would you go and lie about somethin’ like that? Your parents taught you about strangers, but I guess they ain’t teachin’ you about lying.”

A small tear rolls down your cheek as you try to muster up a response, but all that comes out is a feeble, “Please.”

Max sets the apple down on the countertop and begins to stalk towards you just as you make a mad dash for the front door. You swing it open just when his strong arm wraps around your waist, lifting you from the ground and throwing you back down behind him, causing you to scream and fall on your hands and knees. He slams the door and chases you up the stairs as you helplessly crawl. You sobbed and fought at his rough hands as they grab your arms to slam you against the wall, making one of the picture frams fall onto the ground. You cried and clawed at his skin, trying to smack his face to catch him off guard.

“Get over here,” he growls and enters your room, throwing you onto the bed and slamming the door shut with his foot. “I do believe you need to learn some manners.”

You cried and hiccuped as you hugged your knees to your chest, desperately holding onto them as grabbed onto your pillows as well. You watched with tear filled eyes as Max turns off your radio. He gets on his knees on your bed. You helplessly shake your head and cried out when he grabbed your ankles and dragged you down onto your back, causing your sheets to come undone and your stuffed animals to become disheveled.

“Please don’t kill me,” you whimpered and closed your eyes tight, feeling his nose against your damp cheek as he chuckles in your ear.

“Kill you? Oh honey, I’m gonna teach you a lesson,” he tells you, his southern drawl becoming thicker. He sits up straight, looking down your body and at how your thighs are trembling, your skirt pooled around your hips to show your tight gray panties. “Look at what we got here.”

You hiccuped and fearfully opened your eyes to see him staring down between your thighs with such hunger. You go to close them, but he smacks your thigh with such force that it makes you cry out. You rub at that sensitive and pained flesh, suddenly wishing that you never interacted with the man. He grabs your blouse and rips it apart, your buttons flying everywhere. You hear some clatter onto the ground as you lay helpless under him.

“I don’t want to hurt your pretty lil self, so how about you just cooperate, hm?” Max sternly tells you, pointing a finger down at you as if scolding a child. When you let out a small, “okay,” he nods in approval. “Now, have you ever been touched by a man?” You shake your head no. “You ever been touched by a woman?” You shook your head no. “You ever touch yourself?” You shook your head no once again. He laughs to himself and rubs a hand down his jaw. “You shittin’ me?”

“No sir,” you weakly whisper. “I’ve been saving myself.” You jump from his boisterous laugh. “What?”

“Well, I never thought of you to be such a holy girl.” His fingers gripped your thighs and he groaned as he saw the flesh turn white before pink. “Sweet, little innocent thing, hm?”

“Yes sir,” you whispered, your thighs trembling as his fingers moved further down until they stopped at the rim of your panties. “W-What’re you gonna do to me?”

“Well, I wanna choke the life out of you and destroy every inch of this body of yours, but I’m a gentleman,” he grins and tips his hat before putting it to the side. “I like you, Y/N, and I think we’re gonna get along just nicely.”

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pocket knife, sliding the blade under the fabric of your panties and lifting up in quick succession as he rips the fabric out from under you. He whistles and licks his lips as he first sees your bare cunt.

“Freshly shaved, just how I like ‘em,” he grins and rubs his fingers against the lips of your private parts. You jumped from the foreign feeling and gasped, thighs trembling to fall shut as he applies pressure to the swelling button hidden beneath your lips. “Thatta girl. Just let daddy do what’s best for you, hm?” He forces your thighs further apart and notices a small string of arousal sliding out of your tight hole. “What do we have here?”

You’re nervously panting as you play with the locket around your neck. Max slides his fingers to scoop up slme of your slick and shows it off to you with a filthy smile, spreading his fingers lewdly to show you the strings of arousal that look like saliva.

“I-I don’t know what that is,” you softly tell him. “And I don’t want to know. So can you please leave me alone, sir.” More tears filled your eyes as he laughed at your pathetic attempt.

“Darlin’, we’re just getting started,” he tells you and suddenly roughly shoves in his middle and ring fingers inside your tight cunt, laughing maniacally at the way you scream out from the painful intrusion. “That’s what I like to hear!”

You try to shut your thighs, but his large body and his arm between your legs stop you from doing so. He reaches over and wraps his other hand around your throat, squeezing and forcing you further down ontk the bed. You cough and grab onto his forearm, digging your nails into his tattooed and hairy skin. You kick your feet out as he begins to move his fingers in and out of you in quick succession. You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to distract yourself. But every single one of your thoughts are violated by Max. He squeezes your throat much harder than the last, relishing your weak gasps for air and the wet sloshing of his fingers inside your virgin pussy.

“You think I didn’t notice those little fuck me eyes looking at me inside the car?” He crooned. He removed his hand from your throat, watching with a hungry expression when you weakly gasp for air, your eyes dazy and unfocused. He slaps your cheek condescendingly, loving the small whimpers that leave your lips as he does so. “You wanted me from the start, little peach.” He leans over with a hand planted in the side of your head. You look up at him, thighs trembling even more as he speeds up his fingers, the tips prodding at this sensitive part inside of you that forces more slick to pour out.

“Mmhmmm,” you whimpered softly and threw your head back as your toes curled in your thigh highs. This feeling was so foreign, yet it felt so good. Max knew what he was doing, and yet you didn’t want him to stop. “Please... daddy.”

“That’s my girl,” he grins, crooking his fingers and moving his wrist upward as he ferociously begins to finger fuck you. You gasped and reached down to grab his forearm, but he shakes his head and laughs at your weak attempt.

“Oh G-God!” You squealed, eyebrows furrowing and cheeks burning up as the churning in your stomach envelopes into something bigger and stronger. “I-I feel... I feel... uuhhnnggh.”

“Let it happen,” he growls, slapping you in the face just as you squirt all over his hand and forearm, your juices spilling out onto your bedsheets and his pants. “Look at that!” He laughs as you try to catch your breath.

“Wha-What just happened, Max?” You whispered, feeling so dirty from letting an older man - a stranger - touch you so inappropriately, and you liking it.

“Oh honey, that ain’t nothin’,” he draws out and begins to unbuckle his belt. “We’re just getting started.”

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Summertime Swim

Written for @cinnamon-hoe as part of my 500 follower celebration

Arthur, Riches, Something Borrowed, and Surprise Me!

Approx. 1900 words - spicy NSFW!

It was a hot afternoon in Paris. The pavement shimmered in the heat and the air felt thick against the skin, too heavy to breathe. Arthur had shed his gentleman’s coat hours ago, and his vest soon after. His shirt was undone, and his tie hung loose at his collar.

Sweat beaded over his chest, the drops swelling until they ran down his slick belly. He couldn’t remember a day in which he wanted to be naked more than this one. Clothes, any clothes, felt unbearably heavy.

Arthur glanced at the woman beside him. She was pink-cheeked from the heat and fanning herself with her hand. He could see how damp her collar was, and imagined she was even more uncomfortable than he in all those layers of clothing.

They were on their way back to the mansion with a wrapped set of books Arthur had borrowed from one of le Comte’s friends in town, and a few items for Sebastian. The errand seemed like a good idea but now that they were halfway through, he was regretting the choice.

“I suppose we might have been cooler at the mansion. Sorry luv.” He squeezed her free hand lightly. “I didn’t realize it would get quite so hot.”

“It’s alright. It will just make us appreciate the cooler air outside the city more.” She smiled over at him.

Arthur shook his head. “Always so cheerful, aren’t you? Even when you look like you’re about to melt.” He leaned close and kissed the tip of her ear. “If you melted, I would have to eat you up.”

“Only if I melt?” She raised an eyebrow.

“I never said only!” Arthur leaned close and flicked his tongue across the skin just below her ear. He smiled at the way she shivered. “I’d eat you any time.”

She poked him. “When you say it like that, I can’t even think straight.”

“And that is half the point. The other half is seeing how much you want me.” He nipped her earlobe.

“Hey! It’s entirely too hot for you to be doing that. You’re just making it worse.” She smacked his arm and pretended to pout.

Arthur took a step back. She was right, of course, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to touch her, kiss her, taste her . . . even when it was so hot they were both dripping. What he needed was a way to cool down so he could heat things up in a more pleasant way. And being his smug self, he knew exactly how to do it.

They were better than half way home, with the sweltering Paris streets behind them. In the countryside, the breeze was sweeter and a little cooler, though the fields still shimmered under the bright, afternoon sun. In the haze, just past a field of waist-high wheat, Arthur spotted his only hope. A blue ripple in the golden brown afternoon. It was a small lake, rimmed on the far side by trees.

He tugged his lover’s hand. “Come on, let’s take a little break before we walk the rest of the way.”

“What? But why? Don’t you want to -” her eyes found the lagoon and she stopped mid-sentence. “Oh! Yes, I think a little break would be great. We can splash our feet in the water and enjoy the shade.”

Arthur grinned. “Spot on. You read my mind.”

The lagoon was a perfect spot for a picnic, a rowboat trip, or an afternoon swim. And since it was outside the city, few people ever came this way to enjoy it. The two lovers walked around the water to the far side where the trees were tall and the shade was deep.

Arthur set down the bundle of books and began shrugging off his coat, vest, and shirt.

“Ah, A-arthur? You . . . I think you’ve lost your shirt?” She covered her mouth with her hand and he couldn’t tell if she was serious or just teasing.

“I’m about to lose a lot more than that,” he grinned. And undid his belt.

“Wait! But . . . I thought we’d . . . just put our feet in.” She was blushing now, and Arthur knew this sudden shyness was genuine.

He let his belt drop to the ground and slid his pants off. He was gloriously bare underneath and gods but the air felt good on the bits and pieces. Arthur nearly sighed with the sheer pleasure of the breeze. “Oh, come now, my pretty little skirt. You didn’t really think I was going to sneak you off to a secluded pond just to splash our feet in the shallows, hm?”

“But someone will see!”

“Oh yes, there are crowds hiding in the wheat,” he chuckled. Then he took a step toward her. “Don’t you want to take a swim, luv? Aren’t you achingly hot?” He ran his hand up her arm, tracing the droplets of sweat with his fingertips.

“I . . . I can get cool enough . . .”

Arthur tugged at her skirt with his other hand, pulling it up and up until the fabric rested at her hip. “Doesn’t the air feel good on your skin? Now imagine the water . . . look at it. It’s cool and blue and perfect.” He smiled as her eyelids closed and she took a long, slow breath.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he grinned. His skillful fingers found the buttons of her gown and he popped them open one after another. With each little bit of exposed skin, he found himself more and more excited. He’d seen her nude so many times before that he expected the novelty to wear off, but with her . . . it never did. Just seeing the curve of her breast, the lines of her bare shoulder - it was hard to go slow. To be patient.

“W-what if there are snakes or - or -”

Arthur laughed. “Luv, the only snake here is the trouser variety.”

“You’re so wicked,” she giggled, and peeked at him from one half-opened eye. “I can’t believe you just stripped down like that!”

“I don’t know how you can even tell, with your eyes shut. Why don’t you open them and see if you enjoy the view?”

She blushed a deep crimson, but her eyes fluttered open. They traveled from his damp brow and messy hair to his eyes, and his lip. Past his shoulders to his bare chest. A pearl of sweat trickled past his nipple to the dimple of his bellybutton. She licked her lips.

“Ah, Arthur, oh . . . you . . .” she coughed. “You -”

“Now you see what you’ve done to me, hm? Naughty girl.” He popped another button open, revealing even more of the inner curve of her breast.

“You can’t blame that on me,” she said breathily.

“I can. I do.” The last few buttons came loose. He pushed her top open. “Come on luv. Come swim with me.”

The last bit of resistance in her broke as the cool breeze sighed across her breasts. She slid her clothes to the ground.

“Mmmm, that’s the way.” He lifted her up, sweat slicked-skin to skin, and carried her into the water. The pond’s bottom was soft and he stirred the silt with each step as he walked them deep enough to be covered to the shoulder. Then he let her down.

“I hate it when you’re right,” she sighed.

Arthur laughed. “Is that so?”

“It is!” She splashed him. The water drops fell in a splatter over his face and shoulders.

He sent a little wave of water at her in revenge. In seconds they were shouting and laughing, turning the lagoon into a warzone of water weapons. It was all fun and games until Arthur went under. He swam out past her and then turned. She was watching for him to surface, but that wasn’t the plan.

Instead, he moved slowly until he was close enough to touch. And pinched her. Just a light one, enough to startle.

She let out a shriek and leapt up, half out of the water like a startled mermaid.

Arthur surfaced, laughing so hard he was almost in tears.

“That isn’t funny!”

“It is,” he grinned.

She crossed her arms. “I thought for a second that something bit me!” Her lips were set in a frown, half annoyed and half amused.

Arthur sidled close. “But luv, something did bite you . . .” He lowered his head to her neck and kissed her. His teeth grazed her skin lightly, enough to pull a sigh of longing from her lips.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, and her arms went around his shoulders. “You’re an awful tease.”

“Pot, kettle,” he muttered. With her snug against him like this, his need became a physical ache. No more play. No games. He just wanted her.

She smiled. “I never said I wasn’t . . .” She leaned down and bit his neck where at the join with his shoulder. Her little teeth were sharp for a human, but what made him gasp was the way she suckled at the bite, and licked the skin.

“Wicked,” he gasped. His wit was nowhere to be found. Gone along with all sense. He could hear the pulse of her blood. It matched his own heartbeat. Fast. Desperate.

Her smooth fingers circled his shaft under the water. Playful fingertips danced along that so-sensitive skin from root to tip and he felt - he felt as if he might burst just from that light caress. “Mmm, I guess I am . . .”

Arthur felt helpless in her grip. The water and the way she’d entwined him . . . “Is this payback,” he asked hoarsely.

“For all the times you teased me? Absolutely.” Her laugh was crystal chimes and silver bells. Sweet and saucy. “But especially for that pinch!”

She laid bare his need with her soft hands, taunted him with her lips. She used him, rubbing the head of his cock against her hard little pearl until she climaxed. And worse, slid just the tip - the tip - inside to let him feel her heat, and the shuddering pleasure he brought her.

Arthur was almost begging to be released. Every brush of her skin on his was torture, bliss, a fire in his heart and his groin. “L-luv . . . I’m . . . please . . .” He gasped as she let his shaft slide against her clit again.

She drew back and for a moment, he thought she would only tease him again but this time she sank onto him. A slow descent. The cool water replaced by her searing, tight heat.

He might have tried to draw it out, but he was savage with need. Arthur grabbed her hips and plunged deep into her, again and again. It was heaven. The silken slide of their flesh, the gasps and sighs and shivered cries, the way her nails dug into the skin on his back.

Arthur felt himself almost peak. He lowered his head to her neck and bit. The sound she made pushed him over the edge, and he knew he’d brought her there too - again. He came hard, with the sweet-copper taste of her on his lips. He would give all the riches in the world to stretch this moment into forever. Their breath mingled, joined at heart and hip, and the pure ecstasy of making love.

They got back to the mansion near dark. Hair dripping wet, both smelling of pond-water and sex. Sebastian didn’t ask any questions. Just pointed them to the baths. Arthur set his borrowed books down along with Sebastian’s bag of sundries. There would be time for reading later. Right now, he was ready for some payback of his own in the shower.

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okay last one- may not get around to drawing this one for a While and i know i haven’t been on the origins server in ages but- outfits for osmp cobalt, osmp ro and if you’re up for it osmp grape? the iconic trio (i’ll send it to them if you want)

OOOOOOO YES YES YES

I Adore them yes yes yes

alright, here we go!!!! SO

I would like to preface this by saying, don't feel obligated to draw anything, it's not expected but it is always fun when it happens! plus I already love coming up with outfits, as an absolute nerd for the aesthetics of fashion. also feel free to send these to Grape if you wanna! I really don't mind either way!

OKAY OKAY SO SO SO I think we will go in order, so that means we start with o!Cobalt! I feel like he'd wear like hmmm something comfy but easy to move around in. so he's lumberjack, which means probably doing something that allows for the motions needed to do wood chopping! nothing too restricted I imagine, especially since the outfit you gave him is pretty loose and a bit ragged, which gives a nod to what choices o!Cobalt may make. okay okay so I think he would wear a sort of poncho garments, with holes for the arms. this is to keep the cloak look, and to allow for better mobility! maybe a kinda tight collar that's just a bit looser than hugging the neck, so that leaves and twigs and stuff don't fall into his shirt as easy. Maybe it's made of leather, something that'll last well and is protective enough against stuff like weather and mobs! I think there would be slits in the back, from the hem and up just above the wings. actually hmmm maybe ditch the arm holes and maybe there's 4 slits, two on front and two on back. Think fringe, if fringe were the entire garment and only had 4 segments. Maybe we make it not leather, maybe something similar to what raincoats are made of, or like those clear umbrellas. I think he'd wear comfy pants, like cargo pants or something. he doesn't seem the type to wear shorts. what if he wears booty shorts over leggings or something /j (or worse, over jeans)

I think he's wear like comfy pants, yeah! also hmmm maybe layer shirts. the only question is if he does it backwards or not. button up over t-shirt, or t-shirt over button up? hmmmmmmmmmm okay okay so I definitely wanna keep cape stuff, because what if that helps him feel more secure? gotta consider that type or stuff

I think he gets comfortable jeans OR OR ZIPPER PANTS OR SECRET PANTS secret pants. it's basically super baggy pants that flow like a skirt, they have good air circulation, AND THEY'RE PANTS NO ONE EXPECTS THE PANTS!! Anyway maybe hmmm okay you know those pants that are like kinda baggy and then sinch at the hem? those. baggy pants that sinch at the hems just above the ankles. I think he gets boots! like heavy duty work boots, wouldn't want a branch or block of deepslate breaking his foot. okay I think. hmmmm. thick socks. don't want blisters! (also big chunky boots make for a good shape in silhouette that I like. in this instance, the boots definitely aren't inspired by how I only ever saw you as walking boots due to Invisible and me toggling off all armour except others' shoes. definitely not.)

OSMP COBALT

- gloves. gloves for sure.

- I definitely get the impression he'd wanna cover up, so maybe like loose long sleeve shirt BUT IT HAS STRIPES tasteful stripes like Frisk and Chara from undertale! I feel like a dark blue loose shirt with thick tan stripes and smaller lighter blue stripes that border the tan ones. So a sweater, like a crewneck one!

- heavy duty boots, kinda a light brown! dark laces I'd think. oh yeah look, he has shoes now!! also thick socks like nice wooly ones

- okay so. I know I was all over the place with the pants, but. high waisted pants that go over the boots. like open leg ones, think bell bottom pants but Much Less Bell. like it's loose enough to fall over the boots and they end at about the ankle, but tight enough so fabric isn't flailing everywhere and bothering movement.

- and his outerwear. I'm- cloaks are difficult in this moment because you need to allow for movement n stuff so!! I think it's be lots longer in the back, and it's a sort of 3/4 circle thing. so it falls over the wings, still with slits in the back to allow for movement, and there's arm holes positioned so that the whole forearm is sticking out at a time, ish. Feel free to ask for a diagram or drawing if you are confused on this part, because it is Complicated in my mind. it also clasps at one of the front shoulders!

- and let's not forget! his necklace :D

Okay so I know I said we're going in order but I have IDEAS for o!Grape

so so I watched this video today of an athletics coach + fashion designer talking about a work out skort they made and let me tell you I was thinking about that as soon as I was writing because I feel like it'd fit o!Grape so well since Grape themselves has said that they were going kinda for like a sexy fairy or something, I kinda forget

so!! I think workout skort, which is basically what you're thinking; it's a skirt and shorts all in one. an athletic one is made of a more stretchy material to allow for better movement, and IT TWIRLS because it's a SKIRT TOO!!! so I think o!Grape would have that, in a sort of lavender colour and then I think for a shirt like a tight sort of cropped tank top with criss cross straps around the shoulders. so the straps go in Xs!! ooooh and maybe a sheer material for sleeves!! like a nice flowy material, something light in colour. actually hmm I feel like that shirt in green, and then puff the sleeves!! like gather them at the ends and then bam! puffy sleeves!!! a sheer airy material, maybe with small polka dots that are a similar colour, but aren't like "hey look at me specifically!!" and the polka dots are on the sleeves and around the collar as a small detail specifically for the sheer material. and maybe, maybe Grape is the one with botty shorts and leggings. or maybe shorts and sort of biking shorts! I feel like green shirt kinda dark dull purple shorts would work well, and the shorts would match their wings. I feel like hmmmm sandals that wind up the leg would look cool. like silver sandal looking shoes that sort of go up to just below the knee, kinda looking like vines. I definitely like that idea for the shoes, I'm just a bit unsure for the rest of the outfit

I definitely like the green puff sleeves midcut shirt, and then maybe we go back to the workout skort idea

OSMP GRAPE

- so!! that green shirt we were just talking about, yes. I think the sleeves are sheer, then you have the main section of fabric and I think the back is open if their wings are attached to them (like a loser, imagine your wings not being magic and going through fabric /j) but if they're like Ro's then fill the back and on the front and back is the sheer fabeic, which link up to a fabric collar around the neck. Then there's open patches at the shoulder (good ol cold shoulder neckline!! I love them) and then the raw edges and sealed with fabric. and let's not forget the texturing on the sheer fabric, the only kinda visible polka dots! the gathered sleeves go to the wrists, where they end in purple flowers to help accent the wings

- green workout skort!! convenient for spinning and jumping and flying and everything else in between. I also think a nice blue layer, so it's a double layered workout skort, and it'd help tie into OSMP Grape's eyes without detracting from them

- silver sandals that are like vines, with purple flowers growing along them! I wanted to keep all the purple around the hands and feet that Grape's skin has because I think the purple accents are so cute and work really well

Alright. Okay. Time for my girl!! En's not really a girl, in fact ein doesn't even really have a gender unless en stole one recently. OKAY OKAY SO

I think hmmm. Well en's an explorer, and needs eir spyglass! so en definitely keeps that on the leather strap and wears it across eir shoulders. honestly it may be cute to give them little sunglasses, like big rose coloured round ones! (that definitely doesn't allude to potential lore wink wonk)

So they have the bright electric blue eyes that are meant to seem like they glow even if they don't, and they cannot wear silver or iron because it Hurts and gives them a bad headache if they're around it long enough. like if they have a piece of iron near their face long enough, I imagine it'd be really irritating because it'd give them a pounding enough headache to floor them. anyway I think they'd keep the golden accessories and knick knacks stuff, like their cloak clasp

I feel like maybe bandaged hands and then overtop, thick fabric gloves. This is so they can actually craft iron things without getting burned! I think they'd be the type to wear skirts. maybe they have a really long cloak/shawl/poncho that goes below their knees, and then they have a short skirt to run around in. or maybe they're the one with the shorts and leggings. okay maybe poncho cape shawl thing goes to right about their knees and then they have shorts underneath. and maybe we ditch the goggles for this look, if they have the glasses? hmmmm

OSMP RO

- so, shorts and really fucking long socks that can be rolled up to go under the shorts hems!! the socks would probably be a bit thick, so they can walk around with okay cushioning considering the "I don't have shoes" situation

- I think they do have pink glasses, just tucked away in a pocket somewhere. it's like a momento of the past. and spyglass!! it's under the cape cloak thing, in case en ever needs to take off the layer. it's more convenient. I also think beridding the goggles would give more focus to their eyes

- the cloak still has the gold clasp, and it's less worn from use. It's a different cloak. I think this one would be brown!

- I think their long socks are black to match their hair. when the cloak is entirely blocking their torso, they're a sandwich of black-brown-black!

- I think they'd have blue shorts. I dunno why, but if we were using modern clothes I think they would have like light blue denim shorts.

- bandages on eir hands! it leaves the fingers free but does cover most of the forearm and wrists. then they carry better gloves, full ones, to put on when they're handling iron!

- I think they still have a sweater, and maybe it's a dark blue this time. kinda like one of the lighter shades of the cloak on my actual skin!

[writing-in-april]

Painted Nails

Spencer x Female Reader

Big thankies sent to @zhuzhubii and @clean-bands-dirty-stories for beta reading this!!! Go check them out! This also fulfills my request from @thatsonezesty13 for more sub Spencer!! I have more coming for him as well, stay tuned.

Summary: Spencer’s dom paints his nails for date night and she goes crazy at the sight of them.

A/N: Y’all asked for it!!! This is the one out of three fics people voted to come first. Next up is mismatched then car wash to round out the three.

Warnings: femdom, bruising, marking, leg spreader bar, spitting, begging, praise kink, slight choking, slight edging, cream pie, blanket consent (in the beginning)

Masterlist Word count: 3.5k

The bottle of deep plum colored nail polish sat open on my white vanity, though I wasn’t using it for myself. Spencer’s hand sat delicately in my palm as I painted each nail perfectly, getting him ready for date night. He patiently sat naked on my fluffy white stool as I alternated each finger while standing over him in a black lace lingerie set and stilettos. He was always so good for me, never daring to break any rule that I set for him; he lived to please me. As I finished his last nail I set each palm to sit carefully on the vanity with his fingers spread apart.

“Don’t move sweet boy” I whispered into his ear as I went to go pick out his outfit for the evening. Our walk in closet was mostly filled with my fancier clothes, but to the left side hung Spencer’s nicer cardigans and button ups. My plan was to drive him crazy by wearing a violet colored dress as it was his favorite color, so I decided to go with a similarly colored button up and black cardigan. Moving to his dresser on the other side of the room I searched through the neatly folded clothes to find perfect slacks, socks, and a tie to all match.

He hadn’t moved an inch from where I placed him, being the best sub he could possibly be. I waltzed back over to him with the clothes in my arms ready to dress him and he surrendered his body to me, letting me slip his arms through his shirt and slowly button it up. Draping the tie over his shoulders I expertly knotted the fabric into a perfect half Windsor knot. I always did this every time he wore one, I loved taking care of my sweet boy.

“Thank you m’lady.” He mumbled under his breath almost inaudibly as I finished tying the knot on his solid black tie. My hands wound around the length of the tie and yanked him to my eye level so he could initiate eye contact with me.

“Now I know my sweet boy didn’t just mumble.” My eyes formed a glare as I grabbed his chin with my other hand to reposition him as he tried to escape my eyes.“You know to use your big boy voice when you want to speak to your Duchess.”

“Yes, m’lady. Sorry, m’lady. Thank you, m’lady” His cheeks heated up to form a beautiful blush along his cheeks, he often got embarrassed when I reprimanded him for breaking my rules, he just wanted to be a good boy always.

“Good, sweet boy.” I cooed, loosening my strong grip on the fabric. He let out a slight puff of breath, a silent tell that he was relieved that he wouldn't get a punishment from me tonight.

The silence between us once again surfaced as I finished dressing him, getting him to be the picture of perfection for our date tonight. I stepped back to admire my work, the purple button up I had chosen was set off perfectly by the darker hue of his pretty painted nails. The combo of colors stirred something deep inside me, desire, and I hadn’t even meant to match them so perfectly.

My hands tangled themselves in his hair pulling him down to capture him in a heated kiss, he was caught off guard for a moment, but soon melted into the exchange. Even though my stature was smaller then his I swiftly dominated the kiss, slipping my tongue into his mouth and pulling a deep seated groan from his chest. It quickly devolved into sloppiness, our noses bumping into each other as it became more heated, though he didn’t dare touch me without permission.

Gripping his jaw into my hands I forcefully cocked his head to the side so I could gain access to the column of his throat and suck dark bruises into his neck, adding yet another shade of purple to his attire. When I became unsatisfied with the amount of skin that he was showing I started to forcefully tug at his tie, undoing the impeccable knot I had made earlier. The clothes weren’t coming off fast enough so I tore his shirt open, the buttons popping around me. I did like the shirt, but I needed to gain access to him faster. Soon after he was completely naked besides his boxers; all of the progress I had made to get him dressed was completely nixed, though there was no way we were getting dressed again tonight. In my mind dinner was already cancelled.

I backed him into the edge of the bed and started to pepper hickies further down, covering from the bottom of his sternum up to the edge of his jaw. I pushed down on his shoulders to make him sit perched at the edge of the bed with his feet rooted to the floor. Towering above him I explored his form, adding as many marks as I could to his tan skin while still being careful to not give any relief to his half-hardened bulge, wanting to make him as desperate as possible for my touch. His chest was now laden with hickies, enough that he would have to dig out the concealer I had bought him when we first started dating to avoid teasing from Derek later.

“You look so pretty in purple, I just had to add some more.” The smirk was evident in my voice; I was proud of the petechia that speckled his skin to mark him as my own.

Once I was satisfied that I had painted his chest enough, I moved to capture one of his nipples into my mouth, drawing the second moan of tonight out of him. I carefully bit on the hardened bud while I moved to pinch the neglected other, beautiful whines escaping freely from him now as his hips jutted up from the bed trying to find some relief.

I caught a glimpse of his nails again when he fisted the sheets of the bed. Moving away from his chest, I grabbed one of his wrists letting my gaze fall onto the polish. Instinctively I lurched forward and captured his pointer finger into my mouth as I moved my hips to straddle his. He gaped at me in awe as I began to rock my hips into his own, matching the rhythm with my bobbing head around his fingers.

His bulge was hitting perfectly against my clit building an orgasm slowly from my core, though I decided to pull off and stop before it got anywhere. I still had plenty I wanted to do to him before giving him any release. He sat patiently awaiting my next move, even though I’m sure he would’ve loved to get his release now. The excitement was always better with a significant build up.

“I know I usually tie your hands, but I need them free today to have my fun so we’re doing something different,” I told him while maintaining a stare at his beautified nails. He flashed me an anxious look that would’ve worried me if I didn’t see his pupils deepen in want. I simpered at the look on his face, relishing in the fact that it took almost nothing for him to do anything I wanted. My heels clicked against the hardwood while I sauntered back over to the closet, I shifted through to locate the trunk of toys I had stashed. The trunk held something I had been saving for the perfect day - a leg spreader bar. It suited my mood impeccably. The stainless steel bar was adjustable so I could make him as pliable as I desired. Black leather cuffs were at each end attached to the bar with a delicate but unbreakable chain.

I took a slow walk back while hiding the surprise behind my back; I wanted to build the anticipation for him to an almost unbearable degree. When I finally made my way back in front of him he was sitting at the edge still waiting in bated breath for my surprise. My dominance remained unquestionable even as I sank to my knees, the object still hidden behind my back. I started to press dainty kisses and love bites to his inner thighs causing the bulge in his boxers to grow till he was painfully hard. Swiftly I pulled the surprise out, letting the cuffs dangle in front of him in all its glory.

“This ok Spencer?” Sometimes Spencer got lost in his headspace when I checked in with him, so I always made sure to ask firmly and use his name so he acknowledged me. Anytime I pulled something new for him I always triple checked that he was ok with my actions; I never wanted him to do anything he didn’t want to do just to please me.

“Yes, Duchess.” he whispered breathlessly almost inaudibly with his mouth slightly hung open in the beginnings of a gasp and eyes blown wide with lust.

“What did I say about muttering?” My tone wasn’t aggressive, rather it just held a slight edge to let him know that when it comes to consent I want to hear every word clear as a bell.

“Sorry again Duchess.” His voice clear but squeaky as he cowered at my reaction.

“Do that again tonight and you won’t get a reward.” I simply stated whilst I pulled his boxers down and began to attach the cuffs around his ankles making sure they were snug but not uncomfortable.

“Not too tight?”

“No it’s perfect Duchess.” This time he made sure to keep the volume of his voice up and steady. I started to adjust the bar, leaving it just under its widest position so he could still move his legs inwards just barely.

“Not too wide?” I asked. We had never used this type of apparatus before and I wanted to make sure it wasn’t hurting his hips by pushing them too wide.

“No, it’s perfect Duchess.”

I pushed his chest immediately after his final verbal confirmation until he was laying flat on the bed with his hands at his sides. I made sure to step out of his view as I stripped out of my lingerie and heels slowly; he wouldn’t get to peak just yet.

Sauntering back to face him, I let him stare at me in all my naked glory. Every time he saw me naked, he looked like he was seeing me for the first time, his face awestruck and filled with admiration. I straddled his hips once more, sitting further back this time so his bare cock couldn’t reach any of my skin.

“I want you to please me sweet boy, you always do it so well.” I pulled his hand up as I stated my decree, slowly licking up the outside of his pointer finger.

“Yes, m’lady.” He affirmed with a groan of understanding  before pulling his hand back down and getting straight to work. His perfectly manicured nails slipped between my folds starting to rub eager circles on my sensitive button trying to please me the best way he knew. A gasp slipped its way out of me when he moved downwards to slip a finger inside, bringing much more stimulation then the intiatial movements. I was dripping at the feeling of his singular finger crooking upwards to hit my g spot and he soon added another, barely fitting them together into my tight heat.

My hips started to rotate to help stroke the fire building in my core. His fingers pumped diligently with the same tempo that my hips bounced in, making sure to hit that special spot inside of me every time to please me perfectly. We maintained the rhythm for a while until I started to falter as my release approached. He picked up the pace to make up for my floundering, his eyes looking in wonder as I was worked into an earth-shattering orgasm.

When he removed his fingers from inside of me they were glistening with my arousal. I grabbed his wrist roughly and brought it up to my eyeline to get a good look at the salacious sight. My tongue darted out, wetting my lips in hungry desire. He eagerly wrapped his lips around his own fingers as I pushed them to his mouth, bobbing his head ever so slightly around them to drink in the taste of my juices. I reveled in the sight before me, his eyes glazed over in lust, sucking eagerly on his own fingers that were adorned with the pretty plum polish.

As I pulled them out of his mouth strings of his own spit escaped, giving me a perfect idea. I thumbed the bottom of his chin, wanting him to open his mouth again for me, he opened obediently understanding my nonverbal queues with perfection. Pulling at the root of his hair with my other hand to tilt his head back to give me the perfect angle. I spat into his mouth letting it drip into the back of his throat before forcing his mouth shut with my thumb.

“Thank you m’lady.” He garbled out unprompted as he tried to swallow. A grin graced my face at his thanks.

“Good Boy Spencer.”

I spit again into my hand and wrapped my palm around his length, slowly pumping which in turn pulled beautiful whines from his bruised throat. My pace quickened as I jerked him off with expertise, precum pooling around my fist as a testament to his arousal. His hips tried to meet my strokes even though the bar was barely giving him any leeway, still I decided to squash his movements with a rough shove back down to the mattress. He was steadily reaching the precipice of an orgasm, though I refused to give him the satisfaction and pulled away briskly.

“Please Duchess, I’ve been a good boy for you!” He complained loudly which made my eyebrows shoot up into my hairline. He wasn’t one to beg, usually he just sat like a good boy and took what I gave him with no qualms.

“Well I was going to fuck you as a reward…” My voice taking on a sing-song cadence just to tease him further. “But, I could just do this instead.” I said with an exaggerated sigh as I began to jerk him off again albeit more lazily this time.

“Please Duchess, I’m sorry. C-can you please fuck me?” He flashed me his perfect hazel colored irises which had taken on the infamous puppy dog eyes. The combination of his pout and glistening eyes made me relent. I positioned my entrance so the head of his cock was rested right at my opening, but not before dragging my soaked cunt along the outside of his shaft, eliciting a soft gasp from Spencer even though it was the lightest of touches.

We groaned in unison as I slowly sank down onto his cock, letting every ridge catch onto my walls. I sunk down to the base, keeping still at first to take pleasure in the fullness I felt from being with him. He always hit the deepest parts of me that no other man could reach; I truly believe he was made for me. His hands once again fisted the sheets while also trying to pull his legs apart in vain, trying to fight the primal urge to thrust upwards. I rewarded his good behavior by a languid roll of my hips, his legs jerking against the bar at the stimulation gained from the motion. As I started to build a slow but steady pace I traced up one of his arms like a ghost with the hand that wasn’t busy keeping me balanced. Lacing my fingers through his own I pinned his hand swiftly above him in a firm grasp causing a desperate whine to come from Spencer.

“You looked so pretty I just had to have you, sweet boy.” I said softly which was in stark contrast to my rough movements to pin his other hand above his head.

“Oh my God…” He continues to gasp out declarations of disbelief at his pleasure being completely lost in it. I bit hard into my lip as I let myself quicken my hips, rolling in fervor and attempting to gain as much pleasure as possible. My eyes raked over Spencer’s debaucherous appearance, his eyes glazed in a lustful daze, mouth open in a permanent gasp, sweat glistening over his entire figure, and beautiful nails gripped around my own digging into my flesh. I inwardly groaned at the sight of him lost in the throes of passion; he looked picture perfect to me.

“I just couldn’t look at your fingers without thinking about them being inside me,” I was dazed with euphoria, a slew of raunchy comments falling from my lips joining in with his muddled words.

A sudden orgasm took what little breath I had away shocking my core blissfully. The coil in my stomach snapped into a small but powerful high, though my hips continued to shift to ride out the end of my out of the blue orgasm.

I completely focused on bringing Spencer to his ultimate pleasure fervently rocking my hips in a fury. Only little squeaks were escaping him now.

“Say thank you to your Duchess for fucking you.” I said to assert my dominance again.

“Thank you Duchess!” He yelled out into the air, loud enough that our neighbors could definitely hear. Another orgasm was coming around the corner for me, my body getting off to Spence’s desperate pleas.

My hips started to stutter as I teetered on the edge of my release, I could tell he was close too, the gasps from his lips increasing in volume at each time I rocked my hips.

“You’ve been such a good boy Spencer, I just want to give you the biggest reward possible.” I gasped out, his eyes widening in understanding as I let go of his hands and repositioned them to rest on my hips. “I’m going to let you cum inside tonight.”

Spencer's eyes rolled back into his head at my words while arching his back to the steepest angle he could manage causing my nipples to rub against his chest in blissful friction. He started to meet the bounce of my hips as best as he could while restrained with his own thrusts, causing a jingle from the cuffs around his feet. Normally I would berate him for the act, but I was so close to shattering into a million pieces for the third time tonight that I didn’t find myself caring. As I leaned forward to be as close as possible to his body my hand wound around his throat like a necklace applying pressure that I knew would send him over the edge.

“C’mon my sweet boy cum for me” My hot breath caressed his skin as my whisper hit his ear. One last whine fell from him and with one last swirl of my hips he filled me with his warmth, his nails digging into the sides of my hips as he rode out his high.

“Thank you Duchess.” He incoherently whined as his release flooded through him in waves. My teeth sunk into the shell of his ear as the last rope shot into me it caused me to be shoved over the edge for the final time. Our bodies were shaking in pleasure as we finished our respective orgasms, our breaths intermingling as we tried to catch them.

Once I steadied my breath, I guided his fingers to dip between my folds to collect our cocktail of juices, then I pushed them up to his lips to mimic my earlier actions. This time, however, he got to taste the culmination of us together. He swirled his tongue over his own fingers that were manicured to perfection, sinking his lips down as far as he could take them, only stopping when he reached the back of his throat with a choke. He pulled off his own fingers with a pop, flashing me a smirk as he did, which I then matched.

My body was still shaky as I got up to go to the bathroom, preparing to pamper Spencer with aftercare. I went to the bathroom to clean myself up and got redressed, though this time in a much less form fitting outfit, just a simple flowy robe. I got my little collection of aftercare items, a wet washcloth for cleaning, some snacks, lotion for his inevitably bruised ankles, and the softest blanket we owned. Spencer whimpered quietly when I cleaned his length, the overstimulation a bit too much for him. Squirting some lotion onto my palms I massaged the areas I had abused with kisses, then I squatted down to rub the lotion over his bruised ankles as well.

“Sorry for ruining date night Spencer.” I giggled out as I finished. I pulled the large fluffy blanket over us enveloping us in warmth.

“Don’t worry, I thoroughly enjoyed it.” He said pairing it with a characteristically Spencer kiss to my forehead. “Though I am a bit hungry now.”

“I'll make pancakes for dinner.”

[thatsadbietch]

A War Hero’s Cry (Persona 5/Royal)

Warning for some possible spoilers.  Nothing super important to the main plot but still, here’s the warning!

A/N: This is my very first P5 piece, I’m excited to share it! I love writing and want to get better at it, so I’m very open to suggestions or comments!

Warning for mild cursing.

Ships: None

Word count: 2,455

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These were the types of mornings that kept him going.  The mornings where he didn’t have to shuttle into a cramped subway, only to arrive at his destination and listen to lectures about various topics on which he’d studied before.  It was also a time between targets, to play it safe and just wait for another shitty adult to show their true colors so their Palace and Treasure can be claimed by the Phantom Thieves.

These mornings, where Ren could enjoy the peace and tranquility that came with a skillfully made cup of coffee, the smell of curry preparation for the day’s customers, and the sound of Sojiro humming while he worked.  These mornings are where he draws that cool and collected mentality required to be the leader of such a talented group of thieves.

He inhaled, taking in all the sensations around him, but was slightly startled by the sound of the bell’s chime, signaling a customer.  Perplexed, as the store hadn’t opened yet, he turned to find Futaba wondering into the café.  He exhaled and grinned, able to tell right away she’d just woken up: her amber-orange hair was still disheveled from sleep and her eyes were still drowsy looking. Not to mention she strolled in with her slippers and a pair of plush-looking pajama pants, black with green stars printed on them.  They suited her.

She slumped up on the stool next to Ren and yawned in place of her usual loud and energetic “Good Morning!” while she rested her head on the bar.

“Well,” Sojiro started, not bothering to hold back a chuckle at the scene, “Look who’s decided to join us among the living.” Though teasing, there was a type of sincerity there that gave away the warmness he felt for his adopted daughter.  She groaned groggily in response, pulling her hood up over her head and face.

“Long night?” Ren asked casually.  He enjoyed Futaba’s company regardless; he’d grown fond of her quirks and eccentric nature, and became something of an older brother figure to her.  But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t grateful that she was still calm and quiet at the moment.

“Mmmhmm…” she groaned in response.  Ren nodded and took a sip of his coffee, counting down mentally, “Three…two…one…” Sure enough, on “one” Futaba lifted her head, hood still lazily hanging onto the top, and she began to explain.

“Well last night I got bored, so I started browsing the Phan-site and looking around for potential targets and was trying to find out more about the mental shutdowns, but then I got a Discuss app notification from my Herd of Heroes team asking if I wanted to help them in a tournament.  Of course, I couldn’t just leave them, my strategy and expertise are the backbone of the team! So…”

Ren and Sojiro shared a knowing smirk.  Classic Futaba.  Sojiro shook his head in mock exasperation.

“Staying up all night isn’t healthy, you know,” Ren began, “You ought to think about fixing your sleep schedule.  For your sake and for your teammates, both on and offline.  Are you listening?” He asked, poking her side to make sure he had her attention.  But now she had his and Sojiro’s, as neither expected the high-pitched squeak she made.

Ren chuckled and raised an eyebrow.  “What was that?”

Futaba looked a lot more awake, now that her eyes were widened, almost panicked.  “N-Nothing! You just startled me, that’s all.  Don’t you know its rude to pick on people, especially when they’ve just conquered ten different Herds of Heroes? I’m a war hero!”

“You’re also a pain sometimes,” Ren teased, poking at her again and eliciting the same sound.

“Ren, quit it!” Futaba whined, wrapping her arms around her sides for protection.  But she was so preoccupied dealing with Ren’s antics, she didn’t notice Sojiro make his way around the bar and behind her stool, placing his hands threateningly on her sides.  She was already trying to hold back the titters that began bubbling up.

“Futaba, you’ve been kept up in your room so long, I forgot you were ticklish,” Sojiro started, swiftly willing his wiggling fingers up and down her sides. She couldn’t offer much resistance as she immediately burst out in giggles and tried to grab for his wrists.

“NOOHOHO, SOHOHJIROOHOHO!” Futaba whined, not being able to say much else. She helplessly cackled and tried to push his hands away, doing an awful lot of squirming in the process.

“I remember your mom telling me she’d chase you around the house sometimes,” he recalled.  While telling his story he wrapped his arms around her middle and held her back against is chest, both to better trap her in his ticklish hold and to ensure she didn’t fall off the stool.  Using this new leverage, he scurried lightly over her small belly and belly button, causing a shriek, another noise neither had heard from her.  Ren figured his peaceful morning was over at this point and just embraced the silly nature the room had adopted.

“SOHOOHOJIEHEROOHOO DOOHOHON’T!! BWAHAHA!” She continued to cackle and writhe while he nonchalantly continued his story. Ren could tell Sojiro was rather enjoying his position right now.

“You’d ask her to play so many times in a day, and when you wouldn’t let up she’d run around the house with you until she finally caught you. Then… she’d get you!” he finished, adopting a slightly more sinister tone for emphasis as he quickly shot his fingers up to the poor child’s underarms, switching rapidly from fluttering teasingly and vibrating his fingertips there. She jumped and squealed, but was unable to do much else in his hold.

“NOHAHAT THEERAAHEHEHAA! SOJIEHEEHAHA!” Futaba couldn’t even beg properly anymore as she threw her head back onto his shoulder, trying desperately to squirm her way out of his grip. “D’you have a strategy for getting out of this one, war hero?” Sojiro teased, causing a deeper blush on Futaba’s already reddened face.

“SOOOHOHOJEEEOROO, I CAHAHN’T!!” Not long after that did Sojiro let up, but held her still for a beat or two.  Again, to make sure she didn’t fall.  Futaba breathed rapidly and leaned back on Sojiro, who will never admit how much his heart swelled at the act. He chuckled again and released the child, ruffling her already messy hair.

Ren wasn’t quite sure what to do besides sit on the sidelines and watch the commotion unfold.  His own parents, while supportive and caring, were never really physically affectionate toward him. He couldn’t recall if he even was ticklish.  But he chuckled contently.  “So, about being a war hero…”

“YOU! Don’t even say anything! YOU started it and DIDN’T BOTHER TO HELP ME! Some leader you are!” Futaba exclaimed, clearly regaining her energy as she stood quickly and drilled quick and relentless pokes to his sides.  She’d only expected to get her point across but was so much more pleased when Ren sharply inhaled and flailed to keep her hands away from him.  Well, that answered his question.

“Mwehehehe… Perfect!” She snickered evilly.  Ren jumped back from his stool and realized he was cornered: Futaba stood between him and the front door, and the increasingly mischievous glare from Sojiro wasn’t at all comforting—it was clear he had no intention of helping Ren out of this.

Suddenly, the Phantom Thief leader did the unexpected: turned and fled up the stairs.

“HEY! Get back here, coward!” Futaba called after him, but wasn’t as fast, especially since Ren could easily climb two stairs at a time.

“I might be able to maneuver my way back down the stairs and out the door,” he thought, being sure to give himself some space as Futaba reached his room. Though he had the upper hand in skill, Futaba looked determined, almost as much as when she’s in a Palace.

“I’ll show you a war hero!” she declared, and lunged for the teen, who dodged her with relative ease. But it happened quickly: one minute he had a clear path to the stairs, and the next he was turned around with his arms pinned to his back.  Sojiro chuckled.

“I didn’t think the leader would be so predictable, but Futaba read you like a book.  I bet her team would be lost without her,” he commented.  “And don’t look so surprised.  I used to be with the Feds, remember? Catching runners just comes with the territory.” Ren swore there was some giddiness in Sojiro’s voice, he must be having fun with this. But the boy didn’t struggle against him.  In wit and leadership, Ren might have the upper hand. And he was strong, too, from all the training with Ryuji and previous missions. But in pure manpower, and given the position we was in, he hadn’t a chance against Sojiro.

“Hey, you’re being awful quiet for someone who just got captured,” Futaba remarked, getting Ren out of his head and back to the moment; the moment Sojiro lightheartedly pushed the boy onto his couch so Futaba could pounce and begin her ticklish assault, starting strong by pushing up the hem of his shirt and scurrying her fingers on his bare stomach.  Ren gritted his teeth, trying not to let out the giggles that were bubbling up. He went to grab at her wrists, only for Sojiro to grab his first and pin them over his head, allowing the redheaded tech-wiz full access to his torso.

“Damnhihit!” Ren muttered, trying to break Sojiro’s grip.

“Was that a laugh, mighty leader?” Futaba teased, sticking one wiggling finger in his belly button.  Ren inhaled sharply again and arched his back reflexively, ironically giving Futaba better access to the sensitive area.  But he shook his head violently and groaned to cover any indication of escaped giggles.

“Yeah, THAT’S convincing,” Futaba said with an eye roll, changing tactics by pinching along his sides until she reached his ribs.  The moment her fingers swiped along his bottom ribs, he twisted and struggled, trying desperately to throw her off of him.  But with her straddling his thighs and Sojiro holding his arms, that was not going to be an easy feat.  

“Well? Was it a laugh? Is the feared leader of the Phantom Thieves ticklish?”

“Doohoohn’t Futaba!” He muttered, unable to keep his giggling completely at bay anymore while he felt his face heat up in forming a blush.

“Now I think that was a laugh,” Sojiro teased, encouraging Futaba to go in for the kill.

“Dahahamit, let mehehe go, old maahan!”  Ren said.  Out loud. He did not mean to say that out loud.  He was trying so hard not to laugh that he didn’t (or rather, couldn’t) think, and the words just fell out.  Futaba stopped tickling and both children looked to Sojiro.  He just looked blankly at Ren, and took both his wrists into one hand.

“Oh ho, you’re about to get wrecked!” Futaba exclaimed giddily, waiting for Sojiro’s move.

“Sir, I didn’t mean that, I’m sorrEHEHEEHHEE! NOOHOHHOHAAHAHA!!”  With his free hand, Sojiro curled and wriggled his fingers into the teen’s rib cage, and the dam holding back Ren’s giggles burst into a loud, unhindered belly laugh. Neither Futaba nor Sojiro had ever heard their quiet and composed LeBlanc tenant laugh, not like this, and they both chuckled: it seemed it was contagious.

“S-STOOHOHOP LAHAHUGHING AT M-MMEEEHEHE! AHH! HAHAHA!” He begged, and screeched in surprise when he felt Futaba pinch and scratch his bottommost ribs on the side that Sojiro wasn’t absolutely tormenting.  

Sojiro switched up his methods a bit, now vibrating his fingertips in the space between Ren’s ribs and underarms, earning another shriek. “I can’t believe this guy is the one everyone’s fussing over.  He looks pretty harmless to me!” The caregiver taunted.  Ren shook his head, as if fighting the ever-darkening redness from appearing on his cheeks.

“So our fearless leader can be taken down with a couple good tickles, I see. Mwehehe, wait until I tell the others~” Futaba teased, and raked her nails from his ribs down his sides, and scurried them haphazardly all over his bare belly. Ren threw his head back in renewed cackles, his heels digging into the couch behind the sadistic girl.

“NOOHOO, DOHOHOHON’T T-TELL TH-THEEHEHEM! AHAHACK! SOJIHEHERO, I CAAHAHN’T AHAHA!” Ren begged as his guardian released his wrists, only to quickly attack the hollows of his underarms, kneading and vibrating in the region, and making the raven-haired boy go into hysterics, if he wasn’t already. He clamped his arms down quickly, trapping Sojiro’s hands.

“Well now my hands are stuck here.  I guess I’d better make the most of it,” he taunted further, snickering at the continuous stream of boyish laugher he was eliciting from the usually stoic kid.

“DOHOHN’T TEHEHEASE MEEHEEHE, PLEEHEEASE, NOOHOHOHO!”

“Oh, now he’s learned some manners!” Sojiro responded spiritedly. Futaba relented finally, figuring her request for revenge had been satisfied. Plus, Ren looked like he could use a little mercy right now.

“Ya know, you look kinda cute like this! Maybe if I can get a picture, or a video!-”

“DOHON’T YOU DAHAHARE!”

“I know they would enjoy this dirt I’ve got on you!”

“IHEHE’LL EHEHEND YOOHOHOU!”

“Ya know,” Sojiro started, “you aren’t in any place to be making threats. Or to be calling me old, only I can do that.”

“I SAIHEHED I’M SORRYEHEHE!” Ren spat out, his laughter starting to go silent. Sojiro chuckled again and finally released the teen from his grip.  They watched as Ren greedily gasped for air and rubbed his eyes to find he’d been crying mirthful tears.

“I guess I’m sorry too, I think I got carried away there.  You all right?” Sojiro asked, motioning for Futaba to get off of his legs.  He nodded, still breathing heavily, but starting steadying.

“Futaba was right, you are kinda cute like that,” Sojiro teased, and the teen covered his faced and groaned, followed by a muffled “I am NOT.”

“Don’t go pouting, you’re still in a pretty vulnerable position,” Sojiro replied, offering a quick poke to his side, causing a jolt and a lighter giggle. The guardian looked at his watch and sighed.

“Great, Ren, you made me late for opening up shop,” he muttered, but there was no malice behind it.

“Oh yeah, gotta open the doors for your daily swarm of customers,” Futaba commented half-heartedly.

“Hey! I have my morning regulars, young lady.” Sojiro retorted. “You need to watch your tone.  You saw what happened to the last guy that had something smart to say.”  Ren groaned, and finally sat up, looking at the other two people occupying his room.  He watched them continue their argument as he shook his head in exasperation with a grin.

[avintagekiss24]

Hot for teacher [3] > Bucky Barnes

PAIRING; Dark!Professor!Bucky Barnes x black!reader

WORD COUNT; 5,262

WARNINGS; Age difference, teacher/student dynamics, oral sex (male receiving), female masturbation

SUMMARY; You’re finally getting what you want out of Mr. Barnes, but someone throws a wrench in your plans.

NOTE; Gif isn’t mine! Credit to @/emmaduerrewatson! I promised that reader is gonna stay difficult and not go soft, and it really shows in this part, lol. Rich brats will be rich brats! I hope you guys like it! Sorry for the wait, but I ended up taking a left turn with this that I honestly didn’t expect, lol, and have introduced a new rich brat to make things a little... well... difficult :)

☞ PART FOUR | ☞ SERIES MASTERLIST

You clear your throat as you move into Mr. Barnes classroom. He’s perched just like he usually is - legs stretched out, left ankle resting on the right, arms crossed over his chest. He’s dressed like a model today, a new look for him. A thin, cream colored sweater is covered by a brown suede jacket while black slacks frame his long legs. He tosses his eyes at you from his spot on his desk and smiles softly.

“I’m jealous at how nice your handwriting is,” he says as he reads over the chalkboard.

You close the door with your foot and saunter inside, an extra pep in your step this morning. You move around the side of his desk and plop next to him, squinting your eyes towards the board as you examine your handiwork. You feel his eyes on you as you nod your head slowly and raise your chin, drawing a laugh from him.

“My mother always told me that bad handwriting is a sign of an imperfect education. I took it to heart, obviously.”

You turn your heads towards him to find him already gazing at you. His big, blue eyes wander around your face before dipping to your lips, “Good morning.”

“Good morning, Mr. Barnes.”

He tilts his head a little, “Sleep well?”

“Hmm,” you hum, closing your left eye and tilting your head to the left as you ponder his question, pulling another laugh from him, “Not really.”

“Oh?” He asks cheekily,  “Why is that?”

“I keep having naughty dreams about my Ethics teacher.” You say, smiling all the while.

He clicks his teeth and shakes his head, “Teasing you, is he?”

“Of course. He won’t give me what I want.”

He smiles again, bringing his index finger to just below your chin. He drags it slowly down your chest, right into your white button down shirt and down your cleavage, “What is it that you want?” He whispers. 

You lick your lips and let out a deep breath before leaning in a little closer, “A kiss.”

He shoves his hand into your shirt, cupping your breast in his large palm. You thrust your chest forward and let him fondle you - squeezing and groping until he snakes those long fingers of his underneath your bra to flick at your alert nipple. You press your thighs together before wiggling your hips slightly, copping a feel of yourself as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. 

He pushes away from the desk and pries your legs apart with his knees, settling between them. He pulls his hand from your flesh and starts undoing the buttons of your shirt, flipping his eyes up to yours every now and again. He pushes it open and drops his gaze to your full, round tits, licking his lips before humming to himself softly. He leans in and runs his tongue through your cleavage, pushing it all the way up to your chin. 

You let your head fall back as your fingers grip the edge of his desk. You hiss softly when he sucks the side of your neck, rubbing the sensitive skin with his wet tongue. He bites down and you jump, gasping before letting out a soft, feminine moan. You wrap your leg around his hip and push him into you, feeling his crotch against yours. Your hand pushes into his hair as he nibbles on you - his hands still groping and kneading your breasts. 

He pinches your nipple suddenly, sending a sharp pain through you, making your squeal. He pulls away and stares at you, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he places his index finger to his mouth, shaking his head slowly. You bite your lip at his warning and toss your eyes towards the clock that hangs over the chalkboard - you’ve still got a little time. 

You grab his hand from his face and push it between your legs as you thrust your hips forward. You rub his fingers along your now soaking wet sex, your panties stuck to the hot flesh. You hear him moan and your ego hits the roof, “That’s all for you Mr. Barnes.” You whisper, “Whenever you want it.”

“I thought you said all you wanted was a kiss?”

“I do,” you shrug, “But I’ll take some dick too if you’re giving it out.”

“Don’t tempt me.” He says, his voice dangerously low. He pulls his fingers from your pussy and the pad of his index and thumb together, feeling the wetness you left behind. He then brings them to your mouth, rubbing them along your bottom lip, coaxing you to open up, “I can’t smell like pussy all day.”

You stare back at him, your eyes bouncing between both of his before you part your lips, allowing him access. He pushes his digits into your mouth and you suck them slowly, bobbing your head back and forth, keeping your eyes squarely on his. 

He smiles back at you and reaches down to squeeze his cock, “I thought you said you were a virgin.”

You release his fingers with a pop, “I am.” You shrug innocently.

“You sure don’t fucking act like it.”

You throw your arms around his shoulders and push your chest into his, “I never said I haven’t had a dick in my mouth before Mr. Barnes. Just not one in my pussy. In the eyes of Jesus, I’m still a pure young lady.”

He crashes his lips to yours as soon as the words fall from your lips. He wraps his hand around the back of your neck and pulls you into him as he shoves his warm tongue into your mouth. You moan into him as he kisses you deeply, his tongue massaging the roof of your mouth before it slides along yours. He pulls the air right from your lungs as he inhales before he releases you. He pecks your now hot, swollen lips once, twice, three more times before he finally pulls away.

He rests his forward to yours as you close your eyes, your chest heaving, “At least you can check that off your list for now. Take your seat please.”

You groan loudly, not wanting to let him go, not wanting to have to go an entire day all tense and worked up, feigning for an orgasm until you can see him this afternoon. He smiles at you and cups your face in his hands, rubbing your cheeks slowly, “You’re such a brat.”

You poke your bottom lip out and slump your shoulders, “I’m supposed to be the tease, remember?”

He leans into you, “Can’t give you too much too soon.” He kisses you quickly again, “Now move. The rest of the class will be here soon.”

He moves away from you and you push off of the desk, obliging his request. After all, if he gets fired, all your fun comes to a screeching halt. 

You try your hardest to pay attention to his lecture but your mind is mush. You’re still high from his touch - from his mouth and his tongue. You rest your hand in your palm as you sway softly back and forth in your seat, replaying the quick session in your mind. You lick your lips, happy to still have the taste of him in your mouth as the new memories play out.

You clamp your thighs and rub them together, feeling the wetness of your pussy as the soft touch of his tongue between your tits rattles through you again. You let your eyes flutter gently as you remember his fingers on you, pushing along your slit, grazing at your sticky, throbbing clit. Fuck, you’d do anything to have those fingers inside of you - that fat cock… you moan at the thought. 

A few quick glances from other students are sent your way and you clear your throat as you catch yourself - goddamn it. You sit up in your seat, rolling your shoulders before you throw your hair over your shoulder. 

“Are you alright up there?” You hear seconds later, snapping your attention to him.

Bucky cocks his head as he blinks at you, raising his eyebrows after a few seconds go by without an answer from you. 

You smile and clear your throat once more, “Of course, Mr. Barnes.”

“You sure? Do you need some water?” He asks.

You suck your teeth and lean back in your seat, uncrossing your legs and spreading them open for him to see your red, satin panties - wet spot and all, “I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”

He turns immediately from you and clears his throat before he continues on like he didn’t just get an eye full of you. You smile to yourself. Two can play that game, Mr. Barnes.

The bell rings almost twenty minutes later and the room is suddenly alive with movement and motion. You clutch your books to your chest as you move through the seats and head past his desk as the class files out.

“I’ll see you this afternoon?” He asks, watching you as you pass by, “I’ll have a ton for you to do today.”

“Of course. Three thirty five sharp.”

He smiles before turning his attention back to the rest of his students, wishing them a pleasant day. You push out into the hallway, but stop in your tracks as a mocking voice sounds behind you.

“Three thirty five sharp.“ it repeats in a high pitched tone, “God, you’re such a fucking suck up.”

You turn on your heel, coming face to face with one Cher Goodwin - your other arch nemesis since 9th grade. You’ve both hated each other from the minute you laid eyes on one another, constantly trying to one up the other. The competition between the two of you is intense and it’s really cute how hard she tries, but, you always come out on top. Every single time. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

You smile back at the tall blonde, rolling your eyes before you tilt your head and frown at her, “Awww, somebody is still upset they didn’t get picked.”

She sneers back at you, “I’m sure your daddy pulled a few strings for you, as usual.”

“To be a teacher’s assistant?” You laugh, “You need better material, darling. Plus, you should be used to being number two… or three, or four...”

“You’re a fucking bitch.” She fires back.

“And you’re a constant disappointment, number two.”

She slams her hand against the lockers before pushing into your face, “I know what you’re doing.  You think you’re slick, you whore.”

“Whore?” You ask, laughing loudly, “I’m the whore? I’m not the one that got caught fucking the substitute last year. I mean really? In the back seat of his Honda, Cher?”

“Shut up.” She hisses, her green eyes bouncing between yours, “You put on this little show like you’re so innocent and everybody just falls for it and kisses your ass. Not me, I see exactly who you are.”

“And who am I, Cher? Hmm?” You goad, “A stellar, 4.0 student, unlike yourself? Someone with a vacation home in the French Alps? Oh, I heard your family had to sell yours… I guess you all have fallen on hard times. So sad.”

“I’m gonna get him,” She whispers, as a sly smile covers her face, “You better watch your prissy ass.”

You smile again, chuckling as you wiggle your eyebrows, “Mr. Barnes has taste, Cher - a refined pallet, if you will. That’d be like him going from a five star restaurant, which few can afford, to a local pizza joint where just anybody is allowed in.” You raise your eyebrows, waiting a few seconds for a response, but find nothing but silence, “I’m sorry,” you laugh, “You probably didn’t understand me. You see, I just made a metaphor. A metaphor is -” 

“Go fuck yourself.” She snarls as her cheeks start to flush red.

You spin back around on your heel, “You should just learn to enjoy second place, Cher. It suits you.”

You give her a wink and turn away, taking a few steps away from her before you wiggle your fingers, “Tootles.”

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You tap the eraser of your pencil against your world history book hard. You toss your eyes towards the clock, sighing loudly as you kick your foot wildly back and forth. Three twenty nine. This has been the longer minute of your life. You slam your book shut and shove it into your bag, standing quickly as you shrug it onto your back. You pass by a few seats and head for the door, completely ignoring Mrs. Carter as she calls to you.

“Class isn’t over yet.” She says, annoyed by both your general presence and your blatant disregard for her in this moment.

The bell rings loudly. You shrug, and keep walking, “It is now.”

You move out into the hallway and start a brisk pace towards Mr. Barnes’ room. The building is buzzing as kids pour out into the wide hallways, loud laughter and a constant chatter filling your ears as lockers open and slam shut. It’s all background noise at this point - your vision is tunneled towards Hall A - Jesus himself couldn’t stop you from getting there. You turn down the familiar hall and bob and weave your way through the dense crowd until you’re at his door. You stand just to the left of it, letting the last few of his students filter out before you push through the threshold. You close the door with your foot and lock it, before you let your backpack fall to the floor. 

He looks up at you from over his laptop, pushing his glasses up his nose as he watches you move to the front of his desk. You climb on top of it and crawl towards him, shutting his laptop with a soft click. You pick it up and set it off to the side before you plop down in front of him. He leans back in his chair and rests his elbow on the arm as he watches you hike your skirt up around your waist. You pull your panties down your legs and toss them towards him, hitting him in the face with them. 

You spread your legs, giving him a face full of your plump, ripe for the picking pussy and lean back, resting your weight on your palms that are flat on the wooden desk.

He cocks his eyebrow towards the ceiling and smirks at you, “Well hello to you as well.”

You take a breath, “Hello.”

“You have papers to grade.”

You nod, “Mmhmm, right after you make me come.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

“Yes.”

His smile grows. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk and linking his fingers together, “That’s awfully forward of you.”

“I thought you liked that about me.”

“I do, but what about me?”

“What about you?” 

“I had to deal with a hard-on all day because of your little stunt this morning. What if I want to cum?”

You bite your bottom lip, “I didn’t give you specifics on how to make me come, Mr. Barnes.” You whisper, “You can fuck me right here, right now if you want.”

“Not yet, baby girl.”

You tilt your head and push your hips forward, “Why’s that?”

He smiles, “Can’t have you falling in love with me.”

“Who says I haven’t already?” You immediately counter, your voice quiet and low. 

His smile grows wide and you just know he liked hearing it. He pushes away from his desk using his feet and reaches for the front of his pants. He pops the button and then undoes the zipper before reaching in. He pushes his boxes down a little before pulling his cock free and your pussy tightens immediately. He strokes it slowly, resting his head back on his chair as his eyes fall to your exposed cunt. 

“You said you’ve had a dick in your mouth before.” He says after a moment. 

“Yeah.” You answer, your voice thick.

He nods towards his dick, “Well? Get on it.”

You’re on your knees before he can finish the sentence. You rest your hands on his thighs before bending over and taking him into your mouth without so much as a second thought. You drag your tongue along his shaft before you suck on his tip and release him with a pop. He groans and reaches for your shirt, popping the buttons to free your breasts. You grab his cock, holding him still as you sink back down on him, bobbing your head up and down as you moan and slurp. 

You start to play with yourself as you suck him off, rubbing quick circles against your clit. He starts to pump his hips, pushing his dick further into your mouth and down your throat. No gag reflex. You’ve had plenty of practice - much to his delight. You push two fingers into your dripping sex and pump them hard, imagining it was him fucking you instead of just being down your throat; but you’ll take what you can get. 

You curl your fingers and stroke your insides as you shake your head back and forth while sucking his entire length in your mouth. You bury your nose into the course, dark hair that covers his lower half and push your hand up into his shirt, feeling his hard, toned muscles. You dig your nails into his skin before scraping them down his abs. You swirl your tongue over his slit and then sink back down on him again, massaging him with your warm, wet tongue. 

“God,” he groans, shutting his eyes as he pushes his hips into your mouth, “You’re just a little pro, aren't you?”

You send your eyes back to him and nod slowly before releasing him. You grab him again and pump your hand up and down his cock, wet with cum and spit, and rub his slit with the tips of your fingers, “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Mr. Barnes.”

He smiles lazily, grabbing your face and pulling you up to him, “Perfect,” he whispers, kissing you, “Just perfect.”

You smile as he strokes your ego once more, and you return the favor, ten fold. You use your hands and your mouth on him with a new tenacity. You bob your head up and down quickly, following your hand as you twist it along his cock, moaning and groaning as you go. Strings of your wetness hang from your soaking pussy, some clinging to your thighs, others falling to the floor beneath you. 

He’s soon writhing underneath you, his hips jerky, his breath shallow and hard. He grips the arms of his chair so hard his knuckles have gone white. Curses fall from his lips as he fucks your face, hissing and groaning as you take every inch, every hard thrust like the champ that you absolutely are. 

Your mouth goes slack around him as you moan loudly while you stroke your clit. Your fingers are fast as you tease it, rubbing and flicking - slapping at it as you rock your hips, letting the pressure grow and grow until it can’t do anything but spill over. He jerks his hips into your face once more and lets out a deep, gravely moan as he starts to come. His mouth goes slack as his octave raises and you groan, swallowing each of his hot spurts. 

You come soon after, letting your mouth go slack around him again as you do. You squeal and slam your eyes shut as the waves of your orgasm wash through you. He continues to spill out onto your tongue, his dick jumping with each surge. 

He slumps back into his chair after the last ribbon of his milky spunk spurts out of him. You fall back against the desk and lean against it as you both breathe hard and loud. Your chests heave as your bodies go limp. You are an absolute mess. Saliva and cum hangs from your bottom lip, dripping down onto your chest as your thighs are covered in your own sticky juices. 

You open your eyes and watch him as he pushes focused breaths out of his mouth, his dick limp and resting against his stomach. He opens his eyes and smiles softly before beckoning your forward with his finger. He pulls you into his lap once you’re close enough and kisses the top of your head as he holds you, stroking your arm with his finger tips. 

“You’re a good girl.”

You hum in happiness, “Thank you Mr. Barnes.”

“You might just earn this cock sooner than I expected you to.”

You lean back and smile as you bite down into your bottom lip, “Promise?”

He chuckles, pulling your face into his to kiss you deeply again, “That all depends on you, baby.” He kisses you again, and then again, and again before he helps you to your feet. He slaps you on your behind, making you squeal, “Clean yourself up, with haste please. I do have tests for you to grade.”

You button your top and shrug back into your panties before heading towards the door. You unlock it swiftly and throw your eyes back at him before grabbing your bag and jaunting down the now deserted hallway, a spring in each step. You move into the bathroom, locking the door before making a straight line to the sink and pull a few paper towels from the dispenser. You wet them and push them between your folds, removing the remnants of your cum. You clean your thighs and chest, before taking a few mouthfuls of the cool water and swishing it around before spitting it back out. 

You throw some water onto your face before dabbing it away and digging into your backpack for your makeup bag. You spritz a little rose water over your face before pulling out your Fenty concealer and going to work, dabbing at your cheeks, the bridge of your nose and your forehead before smoothing it in. You pucker your lips and spread some sparkly gloss over them before pressing and rolling them together to even it out. 

You step back and smooth your hair down, running your fingers through it before you throw it up into a ponytail. You can hear your mothers’ voice ringing through your head. Eighteen hundred dollars for this sew-in and a ponytail is all you can manage? You smile at yourself - if only mommy dearest could see you now.

You exit the bathroom almost ten minutes later, humming happily as your ponytail swishes behind you. You turn into his classroom and stop dead in your tracks as you spot Cher fucking Goodwin leaning over his desk. They both glance back at you with Cher throwing a sly smile before turning her attention back to Mr. Barnes.

“I just,” she starts, sending her eyes towards the ceiling as she clutches her books to her rather exposed chest, “I just don’t understand a lot of it. I don’t want to have to drop your class but,”

“No, no, no,” He starts, waving his hand, “Listen, I’m here to help. I’m here for you guys, okay? Sit, we can go over today’s notes.”

You suck your teeth and narrow your eyes at her as you move deeper into the room. She glances back at you and winks before turning her attention back towards Bucky, “No, it’s okay. I don’t want to disturb you two. I know you probably have a lot for her to do.”

“That’s okay, she’s just helping me grade some papers. We can talk.” He says, pushing the stack of tests towards you, “Can you sit at one of the desks today? So Cher can sit here with me?”

You set your jaw in a hard line, grinding your teeth, “She can’t pull up a chair?”

He eyes you cautiously, picking up on your sudden change of tone, “Well, I mean, she can but, I don’t want you to get distracted either.”

You cut your eyes towards her and she raises her eyebrows, a smug smirk on her face, “Fine.” You answer briskly, grabbing the stack of stapled papers roughly from his desk and turning on your heel.

You trudge towards the lower level of seats and slam the stack down, the sound echoing through the room. You fall into the seat angrily and dig through your bag, pulling out your red pen and rip off the cap with intensity. You glance towards the open windows, snarling your lip as the sun shines and birds chirp - what the fuck do they have to be so happy about? 

You slam your back into the seat and start grading some random asshole’s paper, cutting your eyes back to Bucky and Cher as they mumble lightly. She’s tucked into his side, her arm brushing up against his as he points at something in the textbook. She nods slowly - fake as hell - as she rests her head against her fist, her blonde hair cascading over her face and shoulders. She tosses it lightly as she adjusts her position, smiling and laughing as she pretends to all of a sudden understand one of the concepts. 

You could snap your pen in half - or better yet, her fucking neck.

You take a deep breath, and press a hard F into the corner of the paper and slam it over onto the desk next to you. Bucky and Cher both glance up at the noise but soon it’s just Cher staring at you as he goes back to explaining a new point. She lifts her hand subtly and flashes her middle finger before she brings her painted fingertips to the collar of her shirt to play with it gently. She runs her fingers up and down the collar, bringing attention to her cleavage and perky, tanned breasts. 

You narrow your eyes when you catch him sneaking a quick peak. Now you want to snap his neck. You tweak your neck to the left, and then the right, popping it to relieve some of the pressure. It doesn’t help. You’re steaming.  Your chest heaves with anger as your internal temperature reaches its boiling point. Laughter rings out and you snap your eyes towards the two of them again, nearly growling when you watch her fall into him, slapping his shoulder playfully, all the while letting her hands linger on his biceps. You watch as he eats it up, laughing with her, you’re sure feeling proud of himself that he’s made her laugh.

You press another hard F into the corner of the paper in front of you and toss it on the pile next to you.You finish the stack of bullshit slowly, just to drag it out to see how long Miss Cher intends on playing with you. She counters you beautifully, somehow continuing to come up with question after question, theory after theory just to keep him talking. Just like the man he is, he falls further and further into the game. 

You finally finish and stand, collecting the papers and move to his desk, plopping them down with a thud. You feel his eyes on you as you move briskly towards the door and throw your backpack over your shoulder. 

“See you tomorrow.” He calls, leaning over his desk slightly as you throw open the door.

You don’t answer.

-----

You toss and turn all night long, thoughts of Cher keeping your mind occupied. The bitch. You pop up at your usual time and try to correct your attitude, hoping for a better day. Your mood does shift towards the positive as you curl your hair in the mirror - at least you’ll get him all to yourself this morning. You’re still a notch up on that bleached blonde pinhead. 

You switch towards his classroom as the clock strikes seven twenty five am. His door is open once again, the light filtering out into the hallway. 

You smile and roll your eyes playfully as you move through the threshold, “I honestly didn’t expect you to -“

The words halt mid sentence as you’re brought face to face with Cher fucking Goodwin. She’s perched in the front row, her textbook and spiral notebook piled neatly on her desk.

She smirks at you, wiggling her fingers, “Good morning sunshine.”

“The fuck are you doing here?” You growl, your eyes zeroing in on her, “Where’s Mr. Barnes?”

“Right behind you,” he offers as he squeezes by you, “Morning.”

“Why is she here?” You ask curtly, taking him by surprise.

He turns towards you, his eyes wide and questioning. He opens his mouth to speak, but she cuts him off, “I thought your little bet was fun. Wanted to join in.”

You scoff, “Halfway through the semester? I’m surprised your tardies haven’t earned you a demerit or two by now.”

“I’m not tardy that often.”

“Seventeen times is not that often?” You spit back, referring to the notches in your notebook that you make every time she rolls into class after the bell has tolled, “Seems to me you should be showing up early to trigonometry, your counting skills need a little fine tuning.” 

“Well I’m sorry,” she answers back quickly, leaning up in her seat, “I wasn’t aware that you were the attendance monitor.”

“Ladies,” Bucky cuts in as both of your voices start to cut a little harder, “Nobody is keeping track, okay? Cool it.” 

You push a hot, forced breath through your nose, “May I speak to you?” You ask, turning towards Bucky, “In the hallway?”

You turn on your heel before he answers and stomp outside. You cross your arms over your chest and tap your foot, eyeing him as he steps into view, “I want her out of here. Now.”

“What is your problem?”

“I don’t want her here. Make her leave.”

He tilts his head and steps closer to you, his voice low and hushed, “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“She’s my student, she needs my help. I can’t just-“

“Oh bullshit!” You hiss, “That bitch is fucking with me by going through you.”

He tilts his head as he quirks his eyebrow and smiles gently, “Jealous are we?”

You could scratch his eyes out, “This isn’t funny.”

“Oh, it’s a little funny.” He smirks, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans against the wall, “Look at you all worked up. You’re incredibly cute when you’re mad.”

He glances down the hall and once the coast is clear, he loops his arm around your waist to pull you close. You swat him away, slapping at his fingers, drawing a hearty laugh from him, “Oooooh! You are jealous! This gonna be fun.”

You cock your head, “Is it now?”

He smiles at you and kisses you quickly on your lips, “Yes. A little competition is healthy.”

“Competition?” You repeat, insulted that he would even regard her as such.

He winks at you, drawing you in a little closer as he keeps his eyes down the hallway, “Sometimes you have to fight for the things you want.” He whispers.

“Hmm.” You nod slowly, a thought forming in your brain. You hum lightly, making your mind up right on the spot. You smile back at him sweetly before sauntering around him and heading back into his room, “If you say so, Mr. Barnes.” You sing.

This means war. 

[rounove]

Shyan Fan fic Recommendation

Anon I want to kiss you right now. I have been waiting for this question for years

Batch 1

*All | orphan_account

Ryan's got an itch only Shane can scratch.

*"Come over here and make me." | aldhafera 

“Shane, stop that this instant!” “Come over here and make me.” In which Ryan fears something followed them home and Shane just wants to give the (definitely non-existent) ghosts a show. 

Por Favor, Sweetheart |  carrieonfighting

Two dorks raise a baby and don't even realise they're doing it together until it's too late Alternatively, Ryan Bergara is Trying His Best Thanks

(This one’s so domestic I think I melted)

the choices we make |  exul

Shane and Ryan find themselves in a world where much is the same, yet everything is different. An apartment that's theirs, but not theirs. Photos of them that were never taken. And most importantly a child, who's somehow theirs, yet they've never seen her before. or Shane and Ryan wake up in a world where they're married and have a baby. 

and then there were two (idiots) |  sessrumnir

Shane kisses Ryan by accident one day. A week later they are still trying to process what happened. 

*Body Farming |  shiphitsthefan

Failed suppressants and a surprise heat: the worst of cliches, and here Ryan stands, living the trope on location with the alpha he’s hopelessly in love with. Even worse, they’re spending the night in the famous Bell Witch Cave, completely alone and with no way to contact the outside world.

Ryan knows he can survive and keep his preheat a secret, as long as Shane will stop being so protective and concerned. After all, it’s not like Shane wants to bond with him.

Right?

*breathe out so i can breathe you in |  trxshmxuth

They've been tiptoeing around each other for months now, walking on ice so thin that Ryan can practically see the sexual tension swirling and raging underneath. Ryan's almost afraid that when the ice finally cracks, he's not going to be able to resurface again.On their next Unsolved investigation, the ice breaks.

eventually, the darkness stares back |  EAST (WESTAGE)

Shane realizes he likes Ryan exactly the way he is: alive. 

Four Down, One to Go |  sunshinewinchesters

Ryan is sick and Shane is having a really shitty week. 

*Hold Your Breath, It Gets Better |  beethechange

Ryan stops short in the doorway of his bedroom, banging his shoulder against the doorframe in his haste, because he’s too late. Shane’s kneeling in front of the bottom drawer of his bedside table, peering down at the contents, hand frozen in a hover like he’d been about to reach in. His face is a blank mask.

“Ah. I keep the batteries in the top drawer. Not. Not the bottom one.”

“Yes,” Shane says, cocking his head to the left in puzzlement, and then he pauses for a fraction of a second too long as he considers his words. “I can see that the batteries are not in the bottom drawer.”

*How Deep (Is Your Love) |  touchinghearts

The last thing Shane expects when he exits the bathroom is for his boyfriend to appear out of fucking nowhere, pin him against the wall, and swallow his cock down in the open hallway of a hotel. 

It's a love/hate kind of thing. |  heyghouls

Shane is an executive producer at BuzzFeed and Ryan is his intern. It's not love at first sight for the boys, but will they finally see eye to eye when they realize they have more in common than they thought? Shane is an introvert who finds it hard to let people in, and Ryan is a cute loving boy who just wants to figure the guy out. 

Just Out of Reach |  formosus_iniquis  

A variation on the "I asked for your help getting a book off the top shelf and and you laughed at my taste and called me a nerd so I shoved you into a table of nonfiction best-sellers and that’s how we both got banned from the quirky community bookstore" prompt 

keep you like an oath |  spoopyy

"I'm in love with you," Ryan says, desperate."No, you're in love with the views."

kiss me like you mean it |  rocketshiptospace

“Hi,” Tall man says, taking in the sight in front of him. “I’m sorry, I heard banging and yelling and I just, are you okay?”

“No. Yes. Maybe,” Ryan says, slowly standing back up on two legs again. “My door won’t open.” He eventually ads, when him and Tall man have just stared at each other for a few seconds.

“That’s unfortunate,” Tall man says, smiling at him. He has a really nice smile. “But it happens. It’s an old building, you know. Doors get stuck sometime. Here, let me try,” He steps past Ryan, and places his hand on the door handle. The door swings open like it’s nothing.

or, Ryan's apartment building plays matchmaker.

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A certain meddling Voodoo Queen of New Orleans thinks Ryan and Shane need some new perspective on life. After an inadvisable ritual deposits Ryan in Shane’s body, and Shane in Ryan’s, the ghoulboys pursue some soul-searching and self-discovery to put things right. Sometimes in a sexy way. 

the calm before crescendo |  abovetheruins

Alternate title: 5 times Shane Madej was flustered by Ryan Bergara, and 1 time he finally did something about it. 

*The Desk Fic |  SincerelyLeah

Shane was having a shitty Monday morning and it was all because of one person, Ryan Bergara. But, by now he should know that endless teasing gets Shane more than riled up. 

Things That Go Bump in the Night (and 7 till 12 at weekends) |   HoopyFrood

Shane works at a Haunted House. Ryan is Ryan. Things go about as well as you'd imagine. 

Tranquility Base |  sessrumnir

After their successful Sims series, Kelsey has a different video proposal for the boys. This time, they're testing how fast gossip travels in the office. But Ryan doesn't expect their relationship to change so fast because of it. 

*wasted on you |  cursingcursive (queenradi)

there's a reason shane loves when ryan wears his clothes. 

Weird |  Helsabot

One night, the stack of pillows between them becomes one stack too many. “Let me— let me hit you with a thought. A theory.” “A postulation?” “Sure. Let me postulate at you.” “Postulate away, baby.”

You Make Me Glow |  sohapppily

Whenever they were on their ghoul excursions, Shane always had a snarky comment on the tip of his tongue and a twisted smirk to shoot at Ryan’s terror. He was mostly the same way in their unrecorded life, but they played up the banter for the sake of The Boys. Although it was a welcome respite for Ryan, seeing Shane in these settings with nothing but sleep on his features never failed to be a bit jarring.

Ryan couldn’t look away.

lightning in a bottle |  LexTheMoose

Love is slow-dancing on the balcony of a house party at 11 PM. 

meet me halfway |  poetdameron

In a world where everything changed over the night, Ryan and Shane's minds connect miles away, making Shane the man of Ryan's dreams. Literally. 

Batch 2

*And they were roommates (oh my god they were roommates) |  Squeakyshroom

All my notes said on this one was “this is pure sex jesus”

2:10 to Wellton |  quackers

and i'm puffing my chest, getting red in the face |  pissedofsandwich

Bed-warm Hands and the Ghost of Elvis |   MiraclesofPaul

*BFFS Get Married For A Week - Ryan and Shane |  aspookycryptidsock

distorted truths |  hwsinbs

*Everything's Weird and We're Always in Danger |   beethechange

hammer me to the cross of my despair |   heartchains

I Think the Ghost Likes You |   cactsu

*I’ve Kissed You Before, but I Didn’t Do It Right (Can I Try Again) |   beethechange

if i should fall |  abovetheruins

*Just The Facts |   millyvanilly (miloisnothere)

*Out of Control with Ryan |  beethechange

*Pushing All Your Buttons |  beethechange

satisfaction brought it back |  ElasticElla

Short Stack |  Anonymous

*Thank you, Satan |  Squeakyshroom

The Chain |  Lafayette1777

Rough water |  heyghouls

Batch 3

The Thrilling Gardner Museum Heist |  orphan_account

One in Five Billion |  punk_rock_yuppie

a short history of almost something |  cooliohoolio

*A Suspicion of Feelings |  beethechange

I Will Be the Sun, I Will Wake You Up |  sohapppily

*ready if it happens with you |  sarcasticfishes

*The Denial Twist |  beethechange

The Bizarre Road Trip Of A Missing Family |  icantwritegood

Beautiful Crime |  orphan_account

The Odd Death of Michelle Von Emster |  icantwritegood

won't you ride on my fast machine? |  ElasticElla 

Batch 4

*Breathe |  quackers

*The Hunger |  poetdameron

Black Sun |  quackers

contrapposto |  spoopyy

(Let me tell you that I never liked major character death but I accidentally read this one without reading the warning and YOO I am a fan of major character death now. This was beautifully written!)

darling it's a faded notion |  varnes

(This was the very first shyan fic I’ve read and still one of the best one’s)

*Full-Court Press |  beethechange

(I remember this one oh my god this has jersey kink in it and I didn’t even know what it means until I read this and it awaken something in me. This writer I swear to god. They could write Ryan and Shane fucking in a hot dog costume on top of the mountains and I’d still be into it.)

*Ryan Number One |  quackers

(THIS has everything I want and didn’t know I needed. This is hot this is sexy. Five star porn right here.)

theft by finding |  varnes 

*Wicked Game |  quackers

(This is my favorite. This ruined me in so many ways and I got so affected and shaken up that I can’t draw anything for months. I have been to so many fandoms and read hundreds of fics but nothing has fucked me up like this. I have to switch to a different fandom because I am having the longest art block ever because I keep thinking about this fic. I am not exaggerating I swear if you see my previous posts there’s quite a gap in my shyan art. And I am saying this in the highest of compliment, this fic changed my life.)

*Translucent |  poetdameron 

*Begin the Begin, Over and Over |  beethechange 

*Let the Sunshine Burn Your Eyes |  YogurtTime 

*Look How Long They Are |  drunkkenobi

*The Disturbing Mystery of the Jamison Family |  icantwritegood

(This one’s fun! I fucking love this one! Lot’s of angry sex. The banter! The banter holy shit hmm!! I don’t want to spoil anymore. It’s dark but it’s funny it’s also hot and sad. This writer loooves angst.)

*Collide |  needywitch 

* - has porn

This got way longer than I thought and I couldn’t even put the summary in some of them but all of these are worth the read. This fandom has so much talented writers that my small monkey brain went fucking bananas on the list. 

[tedesquire]

We do need more fics/headcannons for our favorite cherub, Bill! Maybe it could involve him figuring out how to ask the reader out? Or going to see a concert with him? Or anything spicy 🌶🥺

When It’s Love

[This may not be exactly what the dear anon had in mind but it’s what I felt inspired to write. Obviously you can request another Bill/Reader if you want something a little bit different!

I was definitely inspired by Pride and Prejudice, Emma, the above picture, Van Halen, and one scene in “10 Things I Hate About You” (Mod Olivia)]

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Study hall was as lively as ever. Cheerleaders sat in the back to expose their peers to the unpleasant smell of nail polish and snapping sounds of gum. Papers rustled as the jocks passed notes back and forth with crude drawings and curse words. Every so often Ms. Ritcher would loudly clear her throat, tipping the edge of her cat-eye glasses and letting her milky eyes glaze over the classroom to make sure no one was speaking or getting up to any mischief. 

Despite these distractions, you found yourself in your own little bubble, eyes rapidly racing back and forth as you read.  

You enjoyed your copy of Pride and Prejudice so often that the edges of the pages had started to fray and the spine was one drop away from crumbling. 

“In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” You mouthed the words, sighing forlornly. Your eyes fluttered shut and you pushed the book against your chest. Your heart seemed to ache, as if you were looking at the words for the first time.

You shook your head and opened the book once more to continue, unaware of the eyes that lingered on your figure.

“We’re still on for Friday, right? I looked at the TV Guide for this week and Eddie Van Halen is scheduled to appear on Letterman. It will be most triumphant!” Ted Logan slyly whispered to Bill, his eyes trained on Ritcher’s figure to make sure he wouldn’t be caught. Bill’s brown orbs didn’t leave your face, particularly interested in the way you were biting your bottom lip.

“Uh, yeah.” Bill whispered, not fully knowing what Ted had just asked.

“What would you think if I grew my hair out like Van Halen? It might help in our conquest to get him on lead guitar.”

“Mm-hmm.” Bill mumbled. 

Ted’s brows furrowed and he let his gaze stray from their teacher to look at Bill directly. He knew if Bill were paying more attention he would have acted more excited.

Much to Ted’s amusement, his friend had once again taken up his recent pastime of staring at you and tuning everyone else out. He decided to press Bill’s buttons, an impish grin forming on his face.

“Actually, I think it would be most foolish to try and copy Van Halen. Perhaps I should shave all my hair off?”

“Sounds good, man.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I mean, who even likes Van Halen? Kind of a has-been, right Bill?”

“Oh yeah.” A glimmer of fondness grew in Bill’s eyes as he watched your brows knit in concentration.

“Y/n’s pretty hot. Do you think she’d say yes if I asked her to prom?”

Bill nodded, ears perking when he heard your name. He mentally repeated what Ted had just asked him, letting the true weight of his friends words hit him. A blush crept up his neck, finally meeting Ted’s gaze.

“Staring at y/n again, hm? You’re lucky she’s always reading or she might think you were a creep.”

“Shut up, Ted.” Bill hissed.

“Keep it down, gentlemen.” Ritcher’s gravelly voice interrupted the quiet atmosphere, causing their conversation to end.

After a few moments, Ted deemed it safe to speak once more. “Bill, we’re about to be the biggest rock stars San Dimas has ever witnessed. Why don’t you talk to her? The fall formal is coming up.” He suggested, nudging Bill’s side eagerly.

“Ted, if you have not been made aware, Y/n is notorious for turning men down. I wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“You never know if you don’t ask!” He encouraged, trying to stay upbeat as Bill frowned. He opened his mouth to argue when the bell interrupted. 

Ted quickly sprang up, giving Bill no time to follow. The taller boy pretended to trip against your desk, causing your thermos to hit the tile loudly. He muttered an apology before turning around, gesturing between you and Bill.

The impact of the thermos caused you to snap out of your reverie, and you were surprised to find people exiting the classroom, heading to their next period. 

“Hey,” A soft voice called to you. You turned to meet the owner, only to be met with your thermos. “I apologize for Ted’s behavior, it was most heinous.” You accepted the bottle, finally looking up to see your classmate, Bill. 

“I didn’t even realize he had knocked it over, it’s alright. Thanks, Bill.” You smiled politely, grabbing your bag and starting to head out the door.

Your smile made Bill’s knees wobble, and now that he had your attention, he was not so eager to lose it. “So, uh, what’s in the thermos?” He asked, trailing behind you. You slowed down, letting him fall into step with you. 

“Oh, this? It’s tea. Green tea with lemon.” Bill blinked in surprise. 

“Are you sick? Granny Preston seems to drink that when she’s under the weather.” He tried not to seem too desperate in continuing the conversation with you.

“No.” You chuckled under your breath. “I just like it. It’s also good for your vocal chords.”

“Most excellent!” His grin did well to cover the panic he felt inside. “So um, I noticed your book. It’s uh- it’s my favorite.” You couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped you.

“You like Pride and Prejudice?” Your humorous expression faded as you noticed Bill blushing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just, I don’t think I’ve ever met a guy who’s read Austen novels willingly.”

“That’s where you’re wrong!” Bill lied, heart racing erratically. “I love Austen. He’s one stellar dude, dude.” You shook your head, approaching your next class.

“Austen isn’t a dude, dude.” You tsked. “Jane Austen is the author of Pride and Prejudice, your favorite book, as you claimed.” You gestured to your class. “This is my stop. I’ll uh, see you later Bill.” 

The smile Bill so proudly wore a moment ago faded, replaced with sheer embarrassment. The beginning bell rang, signaling class had started. 

He blew it. The one chance he had to talk to you and he had managed to make an absolute fool of himself. 

His cheeks were still stained red as he strolled into History class, late, much to the annoyance of Mr. Ryan. Ted beamed at him, excitedly leaning forward as Bill sat down.

“Dude! How’d it go?”

“Shut up, Ted.”

-

Bill huffed for the third time in the past twenty minutes, prompting a look from Ted.

It had been an unusually quiet lunch, Ted slightly freaked out that Bill was reading a book that was neither assigned in a class or a textbook. 

After the disastrous conversation that occurred between you and Bill, he had asked his stepmom to drive him to the library, mumbling a lie about an English class assignment to prevent her from asking any questions. He was now in possession of Pride and Prejudice, but the only problem was, he was having a hard time understanding what the hell was going on in the book. 

“What does it say?” Ted asked, hoping he could help but knowing he probably wouldn’t be able to provide a satisfactory answer. 

“The book keeps mentioning this place called ‘Netherfield’, which is confusing since the book takes place in this town called Meryton, I think, so it can’t be another city, can it?” Ted shrugged, slightly embarrassed he could not help his friend. 

Ted surveyed the cafeteria, finding you tucked in the corner reading, as usual. An idea formed in his mind and he stood, making his way over to you.

Bill was too busy trying to re-read the paragraph he had been trying to decipher for an hour to notice Ted’s absence at first, but upon opening his mouth to complain again and not seeing Ted’s friendly presence, he searched frantically for the familiar figure.

“Oh no, Ted you moron!” Bill huffed, cheeks heating as he watched the interaction between you and Ted. You seemed skeptical at first, but soon your eyes found Bill’s, prompting him to turn away once more, praying for Ted to return.

“Can I sit here?” You startled Bill, who jumped at the sound of your voice. He avoided your eyes, clutching his book tightly.

“Are you sure you want to?” You took that as the closest to a yes and plopped beside the blonde. Ted was nowhere to be found.

“Ted told me. He said your dad was a hard-ass and wanted you to get caught up on some summer reading list. You were just trying to ask me to help you interpret the book and I made fun of you, I’m sorry.” Bill looked lost. His dad was certainly not a hard-ass by any means. In fact, he bet that his dad wouldn’t care if he had to repeat high school just as long as he stayed out of him and Missy’s way. Realization seemed to dawn on him. It was merely a ruse Ted had made up to get you to talk to him. 

“Oh um, yeah! My dad is strict, most abominable. He wants me to read this, but I’m having trouble understanding some things.” This entire book, he had wanted to say, but held his tongue. “I noticed you reading it and thought you would be willing to help me.”

“Yeah!” You nodded enthusiastically. “P&P is one of my favorite books of all time. Jane Austen writes so perfectly, I feel as if I’m in the story itself with the way she paints the scenery.” You continued to coo, and Bill felt his nerves start to melt away.

Ted stood at the back of the cafeteria, out of plain sight to watch you and Bill, a smile overtaking his boyish features. 

Bill so owed him a slurpee. 

-

“So, why is it you like Jane Austen so much?” You and Bill had been spending every lunch period together for the past week and had finally decided to meet up after school at a park not too very far away from San Dimas High. 

At first, all your conversations had been about Pride and Prejudice, but as you started to spend more time with the boy, you found yourself oddly entranced by his weirdly polite mannerisms and goofy grin, and thus your conversations ranged from your favorite music, to plans after high school, and whether or not Ms. Richter needed new glasses. 

The California sun seemed to be suiting him well, making his curls seem as if they were crafted from liquid gold itself, but if anyone were to ask, you could very well say you didn’t seem to notice. 

“Well, it’s not just that I enjoy Jane Austen and her works. I love everything about the 18th/19th century.” You put down your copy of Emma to fully meet his stare.

“Pardon me, but I do not believe they had indoor plumbing dating back then.” Bill mischievously grinned and you laughed, playfully rolling your eyes and nudging his elbow softly.

“Okay, okay, almost everything.” You inhaled deeply. “I mean mostly the whole… aesthetic of it all. The gowns, the gloves, the candles, handwritten love letters, wax seals, the ascots, tall hats, the stocking the men wore, the balls- oh! especially those. I mean, we have the stupid formals and all, but I can’t very well wear a gown to those, can I?” 

“The tea?” He offered, admiring the passion you held.

“The tea!” You confirmed. “And back then, true love was so rare, y’know? I mean, Jane and Bingley were in love with each other the minute they met at the ball but they didn’t get married for so long! And take Darcy and Elizabeth, or Knightley and Emma! Their love wasn’t at first sight but it grew and grew until the men couldn’t stand to stay silent about it any longer. Nowadays men consider peak romance to be a night on the beach with a towel and a few beers.” Bill watched as your nose wrinkled in disgust. 

“Every single guy is looking for their Molly Ringwald or just another pretty face. No guy is interested in a “Elizabeth Bennett”. At least, not ones our age.” You sighed. Bill nodded in understanding.

So that’s why you rejected every guy who asked you out. You wanted romance and you deserved it! 

Bill’s heart beat so loudly in his chest he was sure you could hear it through his ribcage, swallowing thickly as he tried to come up with something to say other than, “I think I’m in love with you”. 

“Wouldn’t that be something though, wearing a ballgown to a school dance.” You snickered, too lost in your own amusement to notice Bill’s eyes glazing over, a most excellent plan forming in his head. 

-

Loud, thumping bass and whirling neon lights seemed to overtake your every sense. You were currently standing in the middle of the gymnasium, half your classmates dancing wildly, the other sending you strange looks. 

You had told yourself you weren’t going to the formal, content to rent a few VHS’s from the local Family Video and spend a night by yourself, but that was before you received the letter.

Upon opening your locker the other day, you were surprised to find a white dress of Italian crape over a white satin slip stuffed carefully inside. Silver thread laced the bodice and the bottom of the slip with a silver ribbon tied around the waist to match. 

A slip of paper was pinned to the fabric, reading:

“O fair one.

Join me at the Formal.

I will be waiting.

Love, 

Fitzwilliam Darcy.”

You had no idea who could have sent it and debated about staying home anyway, but your curiosity overtook you. Surely someone who had put the time and effort to notice your interest in the regency era and buy you a dress was worth facing ridicule; however, you were starting to get impatient.

You managed to convince your mother to borrow a pair of her pearls to accompany the dress and spent two hours styling your hair the exact way you wanted to. The only exception to your outfit were the modern silver shoes you wore, but you felt beautiful nonetheless.

You looked around the gymnasium once more, straining your neck to find anyone wearing a suit, or at least a button up, for heaven’s sake, but to no avail. Perhaps it was time to cut your losses and head home. 

You turned towards the entrance, disappointment creeping into every pore when you noticed a man stepping into the gym nervously. 

You first noticed the freshly-polished, ebony shoes, eyes trailing up to the cream stockings that ended just below the knee where matching black knickers began. The man wore a plaid, crimson vest underneath a warm, brown waistcoat. A ruffled, ivory button up and matching cravat were the last ornaments he wore, and you found yourself speechless. 

Your eyes finally met the face of the man who had won you over. This time it was your turn to blush, the rich, familiar eyes taking in your figure as they had done so many times before. 

“Bill…” You whispered, finding yourself at a complete loss for words.

“You can call me William, if you’d like. Just you though.” He smiled, extending his hand. 

“I can’t believe you did all of this… for me… I-”

“You deserve it. Every bit of it. I know your expectations of guys are pretty low and rightfully so. You don’t need to change who you are or what you like to please anyone else but yourself. I think you’re pretty radical the way you are and uh... I’ve liked you, for a while, actually. Ted told you about some summer reading list when the truth was I just wanted to read Pride and Prejudice as a way to talk to you.” Your blush deepened, truly taken aback by the confession. You never believed that anyone would be able to offer you a night like this. 

“So… perhaps that wasn’t as romantic as Darcy’s confession and all but I stand by it. And now I only have one question to ask you: May I have this dance?” His hand was still outstretched towards you. You slid your palm against his without hesitation, letting his arm wrap around your waist.

Of course the tune of “Girls on Film” by Duran Duran wasn’t a slow song by any means, but that didn’t stop the two of you from slowly spinning around the wooden floor. Your eyes couldn’t seem to leave his and you couldn’t feel the ache in your cheeks from your wide smile.

Later on in the night you two were able to jump and headbang to classic hits, because you didn’t expect Bill to change who he was for you either. 

You found yourself extremely fond of each curl of his that bounced from his forehead, the glint of happiness in his eyes, and each smile he sent your way. You were convinced that neither Jane Austen herself or any of the female protagonists she created were ever as happy as you were with Bill that night.

FINIS.

[shereadsandwritesformelanin]

The Baker And Her Actor: part Vi [House Tours And Makeouts]

Parings: Chris Evans x Black!fem reader

Summary: You meet Chris while making a house delivery for the Evans. He can’t get you off his mind and to be honest neither can you.

Warnings: profanity and sexual content, but overall fluff.

Notes: I hope you guys enjoy! If you have any request be sure to send them my way!

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“Jay! I’m packing the last of these thumbprint cokes and then I’ll send them your way, delivery is in thirty.” You shout tapping the box close.

Initially you and your team didn’t deliver but every since the incident with the Evans, you switched that narrative and it’s been bringing in a little bit for revenue for you all.

“Alright I’m just cleaning up back here.” Jay annouces

You pick up the boxes walking toward the back meeting jay who was occupied washing the sink load of dishes.

“Maybe I should help you with that.” You snicker placing the box on the counter slipping into dish gloves.

You both work in sync washing dishes silently until jay breaks the ice. “So how are you and Mr. famous?” He teases bumping your arm suggestively.

You let out a school girl giggle, heat rising to your cheeks again. “Well I think it’s going great. I mean it’s been a little rocky start with me being distant and Deacon now this whole NDA business. It’s been rough but I think we’re mellowing out.”

“Wait NDA?” Jay puzzled

You nodded confirming his question watching him almost stumble back in shock.

“Wow that’s kind of.”

“Yeah I know, but it’s for his protection.” You justify

“Okay, I just want my best girl safe.” He states bumping your hips with his.

“Enough about me what’s going on in your little love life? Any new hot guys.” You redirect

“Nope, becaus you’re stealing them all for yourself.” Jay teases twirling you around like a ballerina.

The laughter and playing continues until you hear the bell of the front door alarming someone was here.

“I thought we were closed.” Jay quips

“We are.” Taking off the dish gloves you slowly make your way over to a hidden cabinet grabbing a bat, prepared for anything.

This wouldn’t be the first time some crazy bostionain tried to attack your store and looks like it wouldn’t be the last.

You tip to the front of the folding doors peaking out just enough to see he floor plan serverying the lobby.

When you spot a familiar muscular figure standing in the corner eyeing the freshly baked donuts on display.

You let out a sigh of relief lowering the bat pushing the doors open.

“Chris? What are you doing.” You ask surveying his person

He did look good.

“I should ask you the same thing.” He states pointing to the rather large bat you held beside you.

“I thought you were a thief.’ You state. “Still doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

“Someone’s moody.” Chris teases

You poke your lips out giving him a sour eye roll.

“C’mere.” He almost whisper

The silk seduction in his voice was almost magnetic making you quite literally float over to him. Instantly.

You make your way over to him as he opens his arms wide for your embrace. You loved hugging Chris he was always so warm, and listening to his heartbeat was an experience. It was so different from anyone’s you’ve ever heard.

He places a gentle kiss on your temple, pulling you closer. “There something I actually wanted to ask you and bring you.” Chris whispers into your hairline.

You pull away from his chest looking up at him. He wasn’t too much taller than you but in the position he definitely towered you.

“What is it?” You question

“Well I wanted to know if you wanted to go on a indoor date?” Chris retorts to your question.

“Indoor date?”

“Basically a date indoors at my house, if you’re comfortable with that?” Chris says not sure if you’re okay with the idea.

“I’d love too. When?”

Chris breaks the embrace which had turned into a rocking session. “Tonight. I thought I’d come pick you up.” Chris confirms

“ I have to lock up that could take a while and Jay is still here I’m not -.”

“She’s good to go.’ Jay says peaking from the back. “Don’t worry perfectionists I’ll have this place spic and span for you, have fun.”

You nod at Jay mouthing thank you.

You run to grab your jacket and quickly check yourself in the bathroom. Fluffing your hair and checking your teeth once more.

You exit the bathroom meeting up with Chris who stands there looking sexy as ever his hand held out for you.

You two tangle hands seamlessly like your hands were made for each other.

“Bye jay!” You shout before leaving.

“Bye baby.”

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“You sure do love blindfolding new.” You tease being careful where you stepped as Chris guided you through what seemed like a maze.

“Careful with your words baby.” Chris tested wanting to see your response.

Say something smart back, pussy.

“What, gonna the me you Christian Grey?” You tease still holding onto Chris for direction.

He erupted into his infamous belly laugh filling the room. “You wish.” He tempted the words rolling off his tounge so slick.

Lately this had been your dynamic. A lot of romance and fluff but a few sexual innuendos here and there.

Chris definitely wanted to have sex, considering the conversation popped up here and there, nothing too pressing.

You as well wanted to have sex with this god of a man that stood before you, but not just yet. You had to be sure this was something that could last.

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Finally the two of you stop what seemed like a 5k marathon. Chris lets go of you hand moving behind you undoing the blindfold he so conviently had ready in hand.

One it dropped you were stunned by what was before you.

Lord this man was such a romantic.

It was a beautiful picnic set up that sat underneath an aging tree. There were various lights around glemimg brightly illuminating the picnic space and all around us. You noticed wine glasses and a bottle of rather expensive red wine.

“Shall we?” Chris ushers his hand on your lower back.

“We shall.’ You joke giggling slightly. “but first let me go to the ladies room and freshen up.”

Chris nods sitting down and getting comfortable on the set up he’d created outside for the two of you.

You walk back inside shutting the heavy sliding doors behind you.

This was your second time at Chris’s estate, but your first time inside. It smelled just like him, pinewood mixed with vanilla. A good mixture that intoxicated you.

You walk down the halls checking each room for the bathroom. You didn’t really know where you were going and you didn’t mind, you kind of just wanted to check his house out as well.

God Stop being weird y/n.

Fuck it.

Each door you opened was a different room perfectly designed and untouched.

You then come across a room that was much larger than the other ones that did seemed lived in.

The master.

Aka Chris’s room.

You marveled at how good it looked to be a man’s room. It was a mixture of navy blue accents and dark expensive ceador wood furniture. It was really nice.

You peaked into the room more shifting your head to the left to see more of his room without actually going in.

You smiled at the family portiats he had hung upon the wall. He looked so happy, you only wished to make him equally as happy.

“What are you doing.” Chris says interrupting your thoughts

You jump taking a step back, nervous about what to say. “Um— I just got lost and then I found this room, well your room and, I’m not really sure I’m so sorry.” You stammer attempting to muster up an excuse.

Chris’s gaze softens. Usually this would set off an immediate red flag for anyone else. But for some reason with you no matter how hard he searched you just never had any read flags. He felt how genuine and pure you were.

If it was anyone else the date would be over.

“That’s alright, lets go eat.” Chris speaks softly holding his hand out for you to grab.

You quickly shut his door running over to his hand intertwining his with yours.

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“What’s one of your biggest fears?” Chris slurs taking a large sip of the wine you two basically had devoured.

Hiccuping you slowly think about your biggest fear. “Oh most definitely snakes, especially like anacondas.”

“That really can’t- can’t be it.” Chris stutters

Yep we were definitely drunk.

“It is I swear.’ You state drawing out the vowels in your words. “Can I ask you a question prettt boy?”

You were a little more flirty when you were drunk, hence why you didn’t get drunk.

“Hmm?” Chris hums eyelids sunken low

“Can you kiss me?”

Chris eyelids seemed to immediately peel up at your question. Without a moment to think he pulls you into him, slamming a rough kiss onto your lips. The impact causes you to fall backward with Chris right on top of you but your lips never leave one another’s.

Your lips move in perfect sync. Chris licks your bottom lip begging for permission which you grant. Your tounges battle for dominance, Chris soon winning.

Chris moves down to your neck sucking on every sweet spot causing little isolated moans to release from your lips. The two of you were only making out and he was causing more pleasure than any vibrator or set of fingers ever could.

Things we heating up, as Chris began to fondle with your breast still sucking on the delicate skin of your neck.

“Fuck.” You moan

Chris was definitely warming you up for what was to come, literally.

You felt his thick bulge against you wet core as he rocked his hips inbetween your legs. It would be premature to cum off dry humping and making out, but here you are.

You feel his thick fingers working there way down to your pants loop unhooking the button revealing your soaked underwear.

You hear Chris release a slow groan as he marveled over your aged underwear and soaking cunt.

You lock eyes with the beautiful man as he trails done your torso leaving soft kisses and slightly sucking on the skin making his way down to your heat.

You shift your weight, moan at every soft kiss he plants. At this point he could just look at you and you’d come undone.

“Chris please.” You beg for his lips to just touch her.

“Please what?” He growls teasing you while rubbing circles on your clit through your silk underwear.

“Huhh!’ You moan throwing your head back in pleasure. “Please, please eat me out.”

You can’t believe you just said that, it been years since anything but your fingers and toys had been down there. But god were you ready for his lips.

“Yes ma’am.” Chris growls tearing your underwear off and pushing you legs uptoward your head.

He places a small kiss on your clit causing you to shutter, slipping a finger into your pussy making you almost jump back in the instant pleasure.

He wraps his heavy tounge around your pink rosebud causes your eyes to roll back. He allowed his tounge to explore you, no stone unturned.

It hadn’t even been two minutes of his adventure down south and you and you were a shaking moaning mess. “Yes Chris like that, please give me more that feels amazing.” You whisper shout moans filling his backyard.

Your toes curled as you felt your high coming erupting in your pit. You reach down gribbing his hair pushing his face deeper inside your core, you felt the cold metal of his chain dangling against your asshole sending chills up your spine. Finally you came.

Releasing an almost ethereal pornstar moan, singing in pleasure. Your legs shook violently as you searched for anything to grip while riding out your high.

Still shaking Chris crawls up to your lips placing soft kisses on them, before scooping you up bridal style taking you inside.

Your orgasm was the perfect remedy for a hangover because you no longer felt even a little buzzed.

“Do you want a shower.” Chris whispers into your ear as he carried you into his room.

“Yes.” Was all you could fuster up to say your cunt still leaking in pleasure.

Chris gently places you on his bed. “I’ll get it started for you.” He walked away into his master bathroom you heard the shower start up presuming it was getting warm.

You sat on his bed reflecting on what had just happened.

You couldn’t understand how you’d gone from talking about your daily routines to Chris being in between your legs viscously eating away at your flower to you know sitting half naked on his bed.

Kiara is gonna love this story.

Chris comes out of the bathroom, digging into a his dressing pulling out a oversized white tee and a pair of drawstring Nike shorts.

“I hope this work for you, I don’t have any girl clothes.” He explains rubbing the back of your neck.

“They’re fine, you’ve done enough.” You smirk placing a kiss on his his temple

Walking over toward the bathroom shutting the door behind you.

Your whole shower was spent thinking about how you felt bad that you couldn’t pleasure Chris or he hadn’t allowed you to. It seemed like he wanted to make the pleasure all about you.

You turn off the shower stepping out, wrapping the towel around you body quickly slipping into the clothes Chris had given you.

When you came out he was perched against his headboard scrolling on his phone.

“Have a good shower?” He asks

“Yes.” You almost whisper. “Am I staying, or are you gonna take me home.?”

Chris shifts in his bed attention fully on you. “It’s up to you whatever makes you comfortable.”

Chris definitely wanted you to stay but it was your desicion.

“I’ll stay.” You state walking over to the bed Chris lifts the covers and you slid in stuffing your body next to Chris’s resting your head on his chest.

“Thank you for tonight.” You whisper into his ear placing a kiss on his chin.

“My pleasure.” He smirks kissing your lips once more before reaching to shut the lights off.

Chris hadn’t said it out loud but he was definitely falling for you, hard . He could see a life with you and that’s all he’s ever really wanted was the simple life.

“Goodnight y/n.” Chris whispers into the darkness

“Goodnight Chris.”

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A/n: okay so bby just wrote her first smut peice and it was pretty filthy I’m my opinion, and our girl y/n just got some! But why wouldn’t Chris let her give him any??

Things are heating up for our pair!

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Fic: Transparency

Summary: Belle and Gold are on their honeymoon, and they have a lot of fun with the floor to ceiling windows in their hotel room.

Written for the @a-monthly-rumbelling prompt: Taken against a wall/glass.

Rated: E

NB: Exhibitionism

Transparency

“Oh, my goodness.”

As soon as they entered their penthouse room, Belle’s attention was immediately drawn to the huge floor to ceiling window looking out over the city, and as she went over to it, pressing her hands against the glass and staring out, Gold knew exactly where her mind was going.

He had been surprised to learn that the sweet little librarian had a far kinkier side to her, but once he had got over the initial shock, he had not been at all disappointed in this discovery. Quite the opposite, in fact. Belle’s adventurous nature had allowed him to discover all kinds of pleasure that he had never even considered before.

One of the first things that he had discovered about Belle was that she had a definite danger thrill, the threat of discovery adding to the eroticism. It was small things at first - he’d noticed her not wearing a bra beneath her semi-sheer blouses, and there had been a memorable occasion before they had started sleeping together when she had bent over to get a book from the bottom shelf and had revealed that there was nothing underneath her short skirt.

Gold smiled as he remembered subsequent encounters - in the dark, rarely-used reference section in the library with patrons just a few stacks away; in the bathroom at Granny’s Diner; over the counter in his shop; on a sun lounger in his garden.

He went over to Belle, slipping his arms around her waist and kissing the back of her neck.

“I know what you want,” he murmured to her.

“Oh yes? And what is it that I want?”

“You want me to fuck you against this window,” Gold growled, bringing his hands up to cup her breasts, squeezing them as he continued to pepper the back of her neck and her shoulders with kisses. “You’re already wondering whether that tower block over there is close enough to see us, and whether they’ll notice us giving them a show.”

“Oh, my love, you know me so well.” She twisted in his hold, slipping her arms around his neck before kissing him fiercely. “So, what do you say?”

“I certainly have no objection. We’re on our honeymoon, after all.”

Belle kissed him again. “I love you.”

“I love you too, and I love your exhibitionistic streak as well.”

Gold found the zipper at the back of Belle’s dress, dragging it down as she continued to kiss him. He pushed her back against the window, feeling her little gasp when her newly exposed skin hit the cold glass. Between them, they pushed the dress down off her shoulders and onto the floor, kicking it away towards the bed. Gold took a moment to appreciate the deep blue satin underwear beneath before that was gone too in Belle’s eagerness. For a long time, they just kissed, messy and frantic, all tongue and lips and teeth with no degree of finesse. Belle was scrabbling at Gold’s collar buttons and tie, finally succeeding in wrenching the thing off and tossing it towards the pile of her own clothes. He stilled her hands, pinning them back to the window for a moment before letting go and going back to her breasts, rolling them under his palms and gently tugging on her nipples.

Belle groaned. “How did you get to be so good at that?”

“Many practice sessions with you, my dear.” He trailed his lips away from her mouth, over her neck and shoulder and bending to reach her décolletage and breasts. He was glad that Belle had kept her stilettos on to give her that extra bit of height. He wouldn’t go so far as to say that he had a shoe fetish, but there was something about seeing her bare but for her high heels that added a little extra thrill over seeing her completely nude.

He sucked each nipple into his mouth in turn, dragging his tongue over the pebbled buds and drawing another low groan from the back of Belle’s throat. He loved that noise, primal and guttural, and he had long since learned all the ways to earn it. He was determined that he was going to hear it several more times before the night was out, and he got down onto his knees, kissing his way down Belle’s body to nose at her neat little patch of nether curls, coaxing her to spread her legs and let him in between.

Belle did so readily, pressing her palms flat against the window for balance as Gold began to pepper her inner thighs with kisses, working his way up to her mound. As he parted her folds he found her wet and eager already, her juices coating his fingertips as he ran them along her slit. Belle gasped, her nails scraping on the glass as he unhooded her clit, her hips bucking up towards him and sending a waft of her musky scent straight into his nose.

His mouth was watering at the prospect of tasting her, and he licked a long stripe along her folds, tapping at her clit with the very tip of his tongue and making her squeal. Belle was always vocal whenever they had sex, which had made some of their more public encounters just a shade more dangerous. He remembered one particular vivid occasion when she’d stuffed her panties in her mouth to stop her from screaming the library down around them.

Today, though, they were in the privacy of their hotel room and whilst the people in the block opposite could perhaps see them, they definitely couldn’t hear them, and Belle was taking the opportunity to be as loud as possible. Gold was all for encouraging her, lapping at her clit again and pushing a finger up inside.

“Oh, yes,” Belle panted. “Yes, that’s perfect, yes.”

Gold smiled against her mound and licked her again, swirling his tongue around her clit as he pumped his finger in and out of her, and she gave a moan of protest as he pulled out completely to take her thigh and coax her leg up over his shoulder, opening her up for him even more. This time he pressed two fingers in, crooking them and hearing her breath hitch. Her hips were wriggling with every move he made, jerking against him, the sharp heel of her shoe digging into his back, but Gold didn’t care.

When Belle finally came, her inner walls clutching desperately around his finger, she let out a wonderful sound that was halfway between and growl and a scream, something perfectly and uniquely Belle. Gold looked up at her from between her thighs as she slipped her leg off his shoulder again, and he felt fully justified in the smug smile that he knew he was wearing. Belle was breathing heavily, but there was arousal and mischief in her eyes as she gazed down at him, beckoning him back up.

Gold got to his feet again and Belle pulled him in sharply by his jacket lapels, going in for a fierce and bruising kiss before shoving the jacket off his shoulders and yanking at his shirt, swearing against his lips as her fingers slipped over the buttons in her frustration. At last the shirt was open and her nails were scraping down his chest, flicking at his nipples on the way past.

“I think it’s your turn, now,” she said, palming his heavy crotch and squeezing the bulge straining against his zipper. Gold groaned at the feeling, nodding his agreement, and Belle just gave a soft huff of laughter, unfastening his fly and pushing his trousers and underwear down before taking him in hand, stroking his length leisurely a couple of times as she came down from her own high and he built up towards his.

“Oh, Belle.” He hissed with pleasure as she ran her thumb over his tip, smearing the first drop of precum. “Don’t tease, darling, I want to be inside you.”

“Then your wish is my command, my dear husband.”

She let go of his cock to get her balance against the window again, this time wisely kicking off her shoes before she slipped one leg around his hips, pulling him in close. She reached down to line them up and Gold thrust home, sinking into her welcoming heat with a groan. It didn’t take long before he came with a groan, bracing his weight against the window and burying his face in Belle’s hair. Belle snaked a hand around his back beneath his shirt, stroking his damp skin and murmuring utterly filthy nonsense in his ear as he came back to himself.

Eventually, she gave a little sigh. “Ok, this glass is getting a bit cold now. I think I need to get into bed to warm up.”

Gold let her get away from the window and watched her go over to the bed before untangling himself from the rest of his clothes and joining her under the covers.

“You know, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you call me that.”

“What?” Belle asked.

“Dear husband.”

She smiled, pushing him over onto his back and straddling him before diving back down for another kiss.

“In that case, I shall just have to make sure that I say it as often as possible. So, my dear husband, what are your thoughts towards ordering something supremely decadent on room service and making a proper honeymoon of it?”

Gold nodded. “I think that’s an excellent idea, my darling wife.”

[ladyideal]

Wedding Bells

Pairing: Aragorn x Reader

Word Count: 2164

Warnings: mention of injury but fluff

Summary: requested by anon: Hello, may I request an Aragorn x female!ranger!reader fic or headcanons list? I’m not sure about how much detail you prefer but something along the lines of Aragorn realizing his love for the reader before the War of the Ring and him confessing while they’re in the Fellowship, and ultimately marrying her after the war. You’re welcome to change anything you’d like or add a bit more of a backstory. Thanks!

A/n: Ahh first lotr and it's Aragorn! This came out not bad for first request. Or normally first one always comes out a little stilted and awkward. Hope you like it, anon!

The church bells rang. 

Your arm linked through your father's, trembling slightly. Today was the day that you were going to marry your love, the new King of Gondor, Aragorn. Today was the day that you'd yearn for so long to happen. Today was the day that two became one.

"That's our signal," Your father gruffly spoke emotionally, as any father would be on the day his daughter would be wedded to another. "If only your mother was here to see you all grown up and pretty."

You blinked away tears as much as possible, doing your best to not mess up the light make up. In light of your mother's death so long ago, your father had taken down the shop he'd owned to take care of you. Everything you knew as a Ranger was from him. 

How to hunt, how to ride horses, how to fend for yourself, and ultimately how to be kind and love others. It was the way as a Ranger, he'd said, to protect Middle Earth from forces of evil. 

"I love you," You murmured, descending carefully down the stairs and towards the entrance. 

"I love you too, princess," Your father, your rock, your first love, squeezed your hand once more. Not for the first time, you wondered how you even got to this position.

Two Years Ago

If anyone asked, chasing after orcs was not a fun leisure pastime to spend your days. Chasing after orcs itself was not fun, especially when you were sporting an injury on your dominant arm. Cursing yourself for being so careless, you hunkered down under a grove of trees, and started a small fire. 

Dink!

Without thinking, you notched an arrow and aimed your bow towards the direction of the sound. 

"Show yourself!" You ordered into the silence. 

"What is a lady doing out here all alone?" A familiar voice spoke from the shadows, hands up and palms outward in surrender.

You gasped as the figure moved towards the fire light, slowly illuminating his features. With a grin, you lowered your bow. 

"I could ask the same to you," You sat back down on the uneven ground, patting the spot beside you. "Prince Aragorn."

"Am merely a Ranger, m'lady," The Ranger sat down in your offered spot, settling himself comfortably. The edges of his lips curled upwards, despite his efforts. "What brings you here, Y/N? Shouldn't you be back at Minas Tirith?"

"Orcs," You grumbled, checking on your stew you'd hastily threw together at the very last minute. "Been following them for a couple days now."

Silence.

Confused, you turned to him, only to find that his attention was drawn towards your still not dressed injury. Gently, his fingers ghosted on the bleed, and you winced. He gestured towards your arm, while breaking out his kit.

"I know what you're gonna say, Aragorn. You are careless, blah blah blah. The sword got me," You rolled your eyes. "I can stitch it up myself. Just lemme get this stew bubbling first."

"And make a mess of yourself again like last time?" He snorted, shaking his head as he worked. 

"It was just that one time!" You exclaimed, drawing a slight pout at him. "I'll be okay."

He was silent, focusing on the task in front. With your non injured arm, you fetched out two bowls and a ladle. By the time he was done, two bowls of piping hot stew sat in the center along with some leftover lembas bread. 

"Y/N," He addressed you, tightly tying the bandages together. "When I heard you were gone, I thought something had happened. I've tracked you for weeks, thinking the worst."

You handed him his helping of stew, glancing into his grey eyes. 

"And I realized that I missed having you by my side," He took your offering with a nod of thanks. "I'm coming along with you, Y/N. Lest you trip and fall on your own sword due to your clumsiness. "

"Aragorn!"

"No buts, m'lady," He started on his stew, all the while smirking at you.

You rolled your eyes at him.

He could get used to this bantering, he thought. You by his side was all he would ever need. 

You were greeted by the cheering people of Gondor, and two lines of saluting soldiers on either side. The magnificent, intricately carved, ceiling to floor doors were splayed widely. With a tentative smile, you entered the Great Hall.

Family and friends on both sides of the aisle stood up respectfully, all grins and happiness on their faces. Glancing ahead, you brightened up as Aragorn stepped out from a nearby door all dressed up.

Gone were his well known dark green cloak, and worn out leather boots. Instead, a pair of black boots, and black hose was kept. He also wore a sleeveless robe of red velvet, edged in gold. The three buttons of silver were engraved with a star. Another robe was added, black, made of leather and again edged with gold. 

It was fastened with claps made of silver. The robe held the device of Gondor, the White Tree surrounded by seven stars, detailed in silver. A finely made cloak of black was made to complete the outfit; and this was fastened to the outer robe by clasps of gold and silver. The winged silver crown sat on his curls, and his ring was proudly displayed.

He was impossibly handsome, much more than you'd ever seen.

It took your entire will and your father's steady hands that kept you sprinting towards the altar. You did your best to walk down the impossibly long aisle in the same beat as the musicians. You gave a small smile at your soon to be husband, quietly giggling at his amazed look at you.

"Absolutely not, Y/N!" Aragorn paced in front of you. "I can not allow you to join the Fellowship."

"Aragorn," You spoke, desperately keeping the annoyance out of your voice. "I can keep myself safe, thank you. I'm going with you whether you like it or not. Someone has to watch your back."

He had bickered again, but finally admitted defeat. As the Fellowship was formed and set off towards Mordor, he only wished that you would make it out safe and sound. 

It was three months in before the prince acted on his feelings. A sly smirk from the elf prince Legolas, a laughter from Gimli, and a fit of coughs from Gandalf was all it took for him to gather his wits and to speak with you.

Getting to his feet, he approached your cot.

"A word with you, Y/N?" Aragorn spoke. Looking perplexed, you took his offered hand and pulled yourself up.

"Where to?" You asked, confused. It was Legolas that had first watch tonight. Did the elf call you? Bringing you some distance away from the fire, he turned to you.

"Y/N, I-," He stopped, shaking his head. "It has occurred to me that I'm glad you came, despite putting yourself into so much danger. I realized that I need you by my side, and I just want to say that I lo-."

"I know, my love. I've known for awhile now," You interrupted the Ranger, pulling the dark green cloak off your back and placing it on your lap. "I know when you watch me behind my back, your soft lingering touches, your knowing smile that only I know of, and your everlasting need to drive me crazy. I know, Aragorn. I love you too."

"I can't deny that I know what lies ahead or how it'll end. What I can tell you is that my love for you has always been steady and true. I'm not a man who throws caution into the wind, but I'll do it if it means having you by my side till the end."

You scooched closer to him until practically your knees were touching his. He cupped your face with his hands, gazing adoringly into your eyes. 

"What do you say we take our chances together, Y/N?" He breathed, brushing your cheek with a calloused thumb. 

"I say yes," You crashed your lips onto his.

It almost felt like years before you finally met Aragorn at the front. With a sad smile, your father handed your hand into Aragorn's. He nodded once at your father before turning to you.

"Hi," You mouthed, grinning at your lover and King.

"Hello," He returned, equally grinning from one ear to another. 

The officiant started speaking, and you honestly did your best to stay attentive. Minutes in though, you shuffled your weight between your feet, eager to just be wed as husband and wife. Then be crowned queen, so you could tow Aragorn from all the pomp and flair, and return back to your room. 

In the meantime, all you could do was gaze around at the decorations fit for the royalty. Then at your family and friends. Prince Eomer was there, Prince Legolas beside him, Gimli, the hobbits, and even Gandalf sat in the second row. Honestly, you appreciated them all after so long on the road in the fight against Sauron.

"Aragorn!" You shouted from within the bottom level of Minas Tirith. "I'm coming with you!"

"Keep the women and children safe in the caves, Y/N!" Aragorn retorted. "I'll lead the men!"

You gave him a frown, but there wasn't any time to argue. Suddenly, you found him fiercely crushing your lips. You stayed like that before you were forced to break for air.

"I'll come back for you, m'lady," He growled. "And I'll marry you then and there."

"Come back to me in one piece first, Aragorn," you replied breathlessly. 

"Here," He got down onto one knee, and slid off his signature twin emerald snakes ring onto your left hand. "I swear to you, Y/N. You are my life, my soul, my sun. This is my promise to make you my wife. I will return for you, understand? Rohan will answer the call for help, and we will win once and for all."

You bit the bottom of your lip, scared and unsure. Gently, you placed one hand on the side of his face. Answering your unsaid plea, he nuzzled your palm, then turned it over to kiss your knuckles. You pulled him up again.

"Fight hard, Aragorn," You whispered. "I will wait."

This was the one time he was glad you didn't listen to his orders, and went out onto the battlefield to join the fight. At first, you'd bolster the archers along with Legolas and Gimli onto of the many castle levels. However as the orcs breached the defences, you found yourself pulling your sword out of its sheath and fighting for your life and for Middle Earth.

It was a red day, many lives were lost on both sides. You laid on the grass, surrounded by many dead Uruk-Hai, regrettably injured in so many ways. The sun was up, and the land bled red.

When the war was won, Aragorn's first thought went to you. As the women and children were allowed to leave the caves, he left them hastily when there was no sign of you.

"Any sign of a women?" He called out to the men dragging the dead to the side, and bringing in the injured.

"Why would a women be on the field?" One of his men answered him. 

He cursed as he stumbled around the field, half delirious in his quest of finding you. No, you couldn't be dead. He wouldn't allow it. 

"Sir! I've found her!" A distant voice called from a distance. 

Sprinting as fast as his legs could bring him and with dread coiling tightly in his stomach, Aragorn hoped- yearned for your safety and love. You were the only woman he loved, and will ever love. With you gone, would only destroy him. Upon reaching your broken body, he made a strangled sound and dropped to his knees.

"Y/N!" He cried, grabbing your thankfully still warm hand.

Your eyes fluttered open, and brightened up when they met his grey eyes. "Did we win?"

"We did," He nodded. "Now all you need to do is lay back and relax. The healers will have you patched up. Can you do that for me, my queen?"

"Anything for you, Aragorn."

"Will you, King Aragorn II Elessar Telcontar, take Lady Y/N Y/L/N as your lawful wife to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do you part?"

"I do," His voice rang clear.

"And will you Lady Y/N Y/L/N, take King Aragorn ll Elessar Telecontar, as your lawful husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do you part?"

You caught his gaze, and smiled.

"I do."

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i want a foxiyo Pendragon fanfic

ok...but it’s not really my best work, let me know what you think:

Pantora:

Riyo was sitting in her family home, in front of her was a human she had never met before, he was down on one knee saying “Riyo, it’s so nice to meet you I’m Press Tilton, and I have something very important to tell you.”

In his hand was a ring.

 years later:

Journal number 15, Coruscant:

SPACE! Now that I have your attention Mark and Courtney, this one is a bit weird; ok in fairness they are all weird.  You see this territory, is a not a single planet in an instance in time but a galaxy…like a full on alien life galaxy it is honestly sick.

One rub as there often is, is that this galaxy is in the middle of a civil war, ya I know that screams ol Saint Dane, But so far no signs of him.  Of course that does not mean he is not around. This is Saint Dane we are talking about the guy can be anyone.

But let’s get into it. I climbed out of the flume and I was in a concrete style  room. So this place is at least slightly advanced.

I glanced to the floor and saw the clothes of this territory. Yea, I was not a fan, in my time travelling Halla I have run into some questionable fashion choices. But this, this was rough.

First was a puffy shirt, a bright pink puffy shirt. Kind of like pirates wear, Bell bottom looking pants with weird metal boots.  And a Petty coat looking jacket, as I was getting dressed (leaving on my Second Earth boxers, I have to draw the line somewhere) I was thinking that maybe Saint Dane left these clothes here. I mean come on, I looked like a rejected Pirate in a Disney movie from the seventies, there is no way people actually dress like this.

Underneath the small pile of clothes was a black item, it looked kind of like a Nurf gun, but this bad boy did not fire foam darts, nope…it shoot lasers! Again Pretty cool.  But of course my bubble was burst pretty quick after all a weapon meant only one thing, Quigs…god damn it.

I gently pushed open the exit from the flume peaking my head out gun at the ready to shoot any yellow eyed freak I saw, but the room outside of the flume was pretty quiet, it looked some kind of spare parts storage room.

Scattered all around where scraps of metal and wire in what looked kind of like giant plastic boxes. I stepped out of the room closing the door to the flume, it looked like it was built into the wall, the Star was visible, craved into the wall as always.

I kept the blaster close as I crept out of the machine room and there I spotted them, robots! Like something out of Sci fi! I was starting to worry that maybe Coruscant was a territory of all Robots. Honestly that sounded kind of cool but then again, I was not fond of the idea of Saint Dane logic bombing an entire city.

As I crept along trying to figure out how to get out of the machine shop, a robot turned to me…and it’s eyes they were yellow.

Quigs…yea Gulp.

The machine let out a loud chirping and his buddy’s came calling, close to 20 or 30 of them carrying tools of some kind eyes glowing and they were coming for me.

I aimed the gun and pulled the trigger and nothing happened. Now I have not actually fired that many guns in my time travelling the universe, most territory’s don’t have them.  I looked to see if I could find a safety like switch, as *ZAPPPPPPPPP* some kind of electric blade sailed past my shoulder, I rolled onto the ground and took off running picking a direction.

For once I actually chose right, the robots were hot on my heels but I saw an opening, where something that looked vaguely car shaped was waiting.

Ignoring the nagging reminder that I left Second Earth before I ever learned to drive I dove for the car thing, A robot jumped on after me but I managed to kick it off. Before I crawled into the driver’s seat saying “oh god oh god, ok pedals?”

I scanned the ground, no pedals; I didn’t see a key like cars on Second Earth.

Then on the steering wheel, ok it was not a wheel, at least not in the way you are thinking of, and more like a yoke, like on planes. Anyway there were two buttons on the wheel I hit them and the Car thing took off hard super hard.

“Woah woah slow down! Uhh breaks!?”

I scanned the controls for the brakes as I pulled up ending up in traffic, as I was bobbing and weaving saying “Please breaks, auto pilot, something anything.”

Now then I heard sirens, great the police…this will be fun to explain.

The police demanded “pull over!”

I called back to the police were on hover bikes along side of me “believe me I would love to, but I have no idea how to drive this thing!”

The cops fired a dart thing at my car and took control, think god.

We gently landed on some kind of platform, Aliens walked by clear as day. And they were dressed more cohertly then I was, as I was looking around before the cop said “sir, we need to see some ID.”

Uh oh, I turned to the cops, they were white armor with red stripes and they were armed, blasters at the ready, I smiled sheepishly “would you believe me if it told you I lost it?”

Another cop spoke “sir, put your hands up please.” It was a different guy from the one that talked before, and yet sounded the same, maybe they were robots.

They aimed at me saying “sir, hands up!”

I slowly raised my hands above my head, as they reached into my coat and pulled out the gun that was left at the flume…I forgot I had that.

I was surrounded as they said “hands behind your head!”

I did and was swiftly handcuffed, great start.

One of them asked “are you with the sepies!?”

I had no idea what he was talking about, well it was coin flip time. “uhhh yes…?”

The cops tensed up, welp wrong answer the officer said “on your feet I think you need to see the commander.”

I was shoved into their car thing as they went a lot smoother then my driving, which in fairness was not hard.  I looked around at the active and vibrate city of  Coruscant and I noticed the lack of green, I mean New York had Central park, in fact most Big cities I could think of on Second Earth had some kind of Green plants, but here nothing…it was literally all city.

We spent about 5 minutes travelling through the city before we arrived at a building, it was rather bland in design, and made of the same slate material as the rest of the city, I was led inside and shoved into a small room, but not before being searched again. I figured they would take my ring, but they examined and scanned it before handing it back to me and leaving me to stew.

After a few minutes I started to look around, after all I needed to bust out of here, either high tail it back to the flume and come up with a new plan or hopefully dodge the heat.

Well the room was escape proof, or at least seemed that way, so I was stuck there in my pink shirt feeling like a fool.

A few minutes later another cop entered wearing the same armor as the others. I was still not sure if this guy was a robot, he said flatly “my men tell me you are a separatist.”

A Separatist, I thought they said, ohh I guess I should have seen that one coming as I scratched my head “yea that’s me…big Separatist.”

I mean I had literally no other option but to stick to the story at that point, and just hope these guys would not shoot me.

That’s one the guy walked over to the camera in the corner and turned it off, uh oh I had seen enough detective movies to not like where this was going.  Then he maundered his armor before pulling out something on a piece of string it was a heavy sliver ring, with a large slate stone in the middle, a traveler ring!

I exhaled “oh thank god, I thought I had really screwed the pooch on that one.”

The guy took off his helmet and revealed a man, he was dark skinned, the closest thing I could think of in Second Earth terms would be the natives of Hawaii.

The guy said simply “my name is Commander Fox sir; I am the acolyte for this territory.”

I nodded “Bobby Pendragon, so what is Saint Dane doing here?”

Fox looked down, the guy looked tired. Honestly I was a little worried as he said “Kriff I have no idea, I mean if he is looking to cause Chaos, then he need not bother.”

He reached over unlocking my handcuffs as I asked “that bad huh?”

Fox nodded “worse, thousands dying a day, millions more displaced.”

I bit my lip, yea this had Saint Dane written all over it, I asked “can you get me out of ya know jail?”

Fox scratched his head “yea I will say…you’re an undercover spy for us?”

I looked at him “will anyone buy that?”

Fox answered “probably.”

Probably probably! I’m looking at whatever the punishment for treason is here and he is hitting me with the probably!? I stood up saying “I sure hope it does, I’m not in the mood to get the lethal injection.”

Fox looked at me before saying “yes I suppose, so you have done this kind of thing before?”

I followed him toward the door “the getting arrested after arriving thing? because honestly, this is a first.”

Fox said “no the, fighting Saint Dane saving the day thing.”

I sighed “honestly…I have lost count I have done it so many times, I mean I win some, he wins some…but every day is a new one.”

Fox pushed open the door “yea that makes sense.”

9 hours later, that’s right guys…it took 9 hours to get out, but when we did I was taken toward a truly impressive building., Fox told me “this is the galactic senate, the seat of government for the republic.”

Again, cool…but my gut was telling me something was off, I mean this territory was at war. The question was why and what role did Saint Dane play.

As we walked through the lavish halls, I saw some oddly dressed folks, Most glared at Fox like he had run over there dogs. And nodded at me like I was one of them.  I tried to blend into the background best I could, but it was hard.

After a few minutes we arrived outside of a room.  Fox knocked and a second later a voice said “come in.”

The door opened to show a quiet office, inside was a woman with blue skin, she looked to be maybe 20 years old, and her hair was purple she had strange gold streaks along her cheeks. She seemed flustered rushing to meet me.

The girl said “Bobby Pendragon? Press told me all about you, Riyo Chuchi traveler from Coruscant …but you knew that.” She babbled

I raised my hands “pleasure to meet you; you have a nice place here?”  Honestly my experice in this territory had not been super positive so far.

Riyo looked me up and down before asking Fox teasingly “this is what you left for him?”

Fox blushed “look…my fashion sense is not exactly.”

I jumped in to cover for him “it’s not the worst thing I ever had to wear on a territory.”

Riyo looked at me asking “oh and what is?”

I answered easily “Eelong, Humans are not considered to be intelligent beings, so they are…well long story short I had to wear rags…yea that place was not fun, almost gotten eaten by a raptor…oh and the Quigs were…”

I looked around the room  seeing there eyes start to glaze over, I scratched my head before saying “so you know what Saint Dane has planned here?”

Riyo looked down “I have no clue, he could be anyone…there is a lot of corruption in the galaxy…but there is one woman who can perhaps help us find out who is playing all sides.”

I plucked down on her couch asking “any paper around here, I got to start my journal?”  Fox hugged Riyo real deep before leaving…oh looks there is something there, nice.

That’s when I was given the freaking sweet holo recorder I made this journal on Mark and Cortney, I think this one is even better then Veelox? Your thoughts…well as I am writing this, tomorrow Riyo and I am visiting two important types…I am pretending to be from the distant planet of…Bronx, let’s hope they don’t space google it.

The fellows I’m meeting is a Senator like Riyo, Padme something and her secret husband a General Anakin Skywalker, who belongs to group of solider monks…sounds pretty cool. Oh and Riyo tells me they can read minds…great

 Miss you guys stay safe

 End of Journal 15: