#I’ve never done a make along and I just think it would be super fun?? a fun thing to keep me motivated and give some low-key enjoyment
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I am trying so hard to save money lately, but it is so hard, especially when there are so many things that make me want to spend. the latest temptation is that I really would love to participate in a Make-Along this spring, but don’t know if I can justify spending $60+ on the yarn kit for it (especially when I already have a whole closet-full of yarn from my workplace from when we had a big inventory clear-out last year)
#I’ve never done a make along and I just think it would be super fun?? a fun thing to keep me motivated and give some low-key enjoyment#and a way to destress over the next few months (which are guaranteed to be hectic and stressful)#and there’s a super cool mystery make along gearing up right now that looks really fun#and if I don’t end up liking the finished product I’d be more than happy to gift it to someone else#and there’s both a crochet and knit version of the pattern#and while I would *rather* do the knitted one (I just seem to enjoy knitting more lately for some reason?) the price for that kit is at#least double the price for the crochet one#so I think I could just resign myself to doing the crochet version and it would all be fine. but I’m still stuck trying to figure out if I#can justify dropping $60 for it 🙃#the one thing I’m telling myself could help make it worthwhile is that I really cannot crochet while watching tv as easily as I can knit#but I *can* listen to audiobooks#and my Read The Bible In A Year plan is using an audio Bible#so maybe I could promise myself that I’m only going to listen to my Bible readings while I work on this project and it could be a#good motivator for me?#idk girls. decisions are silly and dumb. love having a free will and all that but sometimes it’s irritating as all get-out.#especially when it comes to these little goofy probably-inconsequential things that I always manage to agonize over forever :P#gurt says stuff
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The nation needs more Older G!P Stepsister Yujin 🗣🗣🗣
i actually don’t remember if i’ve written stepcest w yuj before and if i have it must’ve been forever ego so here’s a little food for ya’ll, courtesy of vexie 💕
annoying older stepsis yuj x spiteful bratty younger stepsis reader… well yes! 🥴 you and yujin hating each other the moment you met 😭 only playing nice when your dad and her mom are around bcs they want nothing more than to see their daughters getting along despite this odd situation they’ve put the two of you in ☹️ but as soon as they leave for work… yujin would spend the entire day annoying you, pulling pranks, insulting you, and sometimes even slutshaming you bcs she knows about your reputation in your university… which just so happens to be her own university’s nemesis in terms of sports (since she plays for her uni’s women’s soccer team and all) 🤓☝️ but sometimes you get the upper hand! there are days where yujin is too exhausted to bother you, merely giving you a dirty look before dissolving into the soft couches and watching her favorite shows for hours on end… and that was where you got the wicked idea to play into this whorish reputation your fellow schoolmates have given you!
see, ahn yujin may be to worst thing that has ever happened to you but she also just so happens to be criminally attractive so as messed up as it was, considering that you’re technically family, you were super into her! bcs come on! pretty, tall, hits the gym regularly, and is also very obviously interested bcs she was never at all subtle when staring at your ass while you walk around the house?? yujinnie was basically asking you to seduce her.. and that you did! coming down from the stairs wearing the nastiest pair of booty shorts and a thin tank top that you owned and having to hold back a triumphant smirk when you spotted yujin physically perking up at the sight of you… like a puppy that was eyeing her newest toy 🤭
gosh you did every cliche seducing tactics in that living room it was almost embarrassing 😭 bending over at the right angle for yujin to stare at your ass while you take the remote control from the coffee table, making sure that you have to walk in front of her before sitting down on the empty spot beside her, letting one strap of your tank top to fall down your arm and making sure your top was loose enough for yujin to see the slightest bit of your tits… well, suffice to say you were successful! and you knew bcs yujin immediately put a pillow on her lap to cover up her crotch as soon as she felt her jeans tightening up 🫣🫣 you would’ve loved to tease her more since it felt so so good being the one who was doing the tormenting for once but you were just a girl! you needed your holes filled and yujin had the right tool for that!
she was hogging a bowl of popcorn allll the way to her other side so you had to reach over just to steal a few, and ofc you didn’t miss the way yujin’s eyes flickered down from you lips to your breasts,, she immediately looks away though! swallowing hard and pretending like she’s not at all bothered 🤭 on a normal day where you weren’t dressed like a common whore she would actually argue with you over getting your own damn bowl of popcorn but not today! she was now thinking with her dick and you couldn’t fucking wait to make fun of her about it 😝 tomorrow. after she’s done breeding you tonight 😋
“being called a slut in campus not good enough for you? you have to look like this at home too?” yujin asks just to get some sort of control over the situation but it was too late 🥺🥺 sitting closer, blinking your eyes with faux innocence and saying, “seems like you like it though. don’t you, unnie?” well fuck! you never call yujin ‘unnie’ unless you’re talking with your parents and in this situation, there was nothing pure about the way you said it so yujin was just a fucking mess 😭 she doesn’t know what to do with herself! you almost pitied her—you just knew that her poor cock was begging to be free from her jeans… and ofc you promised your dad that you would be a good stepsister to your yujin-unnie and you wouldn’t dare break that promise! 🫢 putting the bowl of popcorn away and having to rip off that damn pillow from her lap, you straddled yujin and… well, the rest, as they say, is history! 🫣
one minute the two of you were messily making out and touching each other everywhere with clumsy hands and the next she has completely (and literally) ripped your tank top and pulled your shorts off, pinning you down the couch and what surprised you was how yujin didn’t even bother to take your panties off… she decided that the pair looked way too good on your skin so she merely pulled it to the side before ramming her cock inside you, and now both of you were thinking about nothing but each other! 🤗💕 thank goodness your parents were not home and your neighbors on either side as well as across were away bcs the two of you were so fucking loud and the curtains were not at all closed!! like fuck, it’s almost as if the two of you jumped straight out of a porn video 😭
one would think that people who hate each other as much as the two of you did would be cursing the other even at this moment where you were fucking like rabid animals but nope! both of you were too lost in pleasure to have anything that ain’t moans leave your mouths 🤭 it only drove yujin even more crazy when you wrapped your legs around her waist, encouraging her to fuck your harder… the wet noises of skin slapping against skin pushing you closer and closer to your climax… yujinnie’s bites and little whines making you fucking wish that your parents get home late bcs fuck, you need to hear more of her like this! 🥴
it doesn’t take long for either of you to cum.. but what bothrred you is that yujin fucking pulled out! however, she does notice your annoyance… way after she has spilled every drop of her cum on your stomach and thighs.. “later.. in my room… i have condoms.” poor baby was too tired to even speak! 🥺 “no, idiot. don’t wrap it up. fucking cum inside me.” you demanded 😭 ofc yujinnie folds bcs who was she to deny a pretty girl of her seed, yk!? “fine! but don’t fucking cry to me if you get pregnant.” oh she was pissed at being pushed around but literally the next second she rests her head on your chest and snuggles into you for warmth ☹️💞💞
when your parents came home, they spotted the two of you cocooned into a warm blanket in the couch as you watched a fun movie together, cuddling like the sweet ‘sisters’ they always saw the two of you as 🫢 but as soon as they busied themselves in the kitchen, your hand slides inside yujin’s boxers and her own cups your ass… nothing innocent about the two of you at all 😭
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𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑰 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑺 | 𝑴.𝑺
𝒔𝒚𝒑𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔: y/n and matt have liked each other for years, it’s christmas time. matt and y/n are being super flirty, so chris and nick plan to tease them with the mistletoe causing things to progress. this is little collab with @mwahsturns ୭
fluff, smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, p in v, swearing, praise, teasing, flirting, pet names, aftercare, mentions of drugs.
2.5k words!
christmas is exactly three weeks away, it has always been a stressful time of the year, especially these last few years.
between me landing a job at a nursing home, two hours away from our home in la, and the boys with their youtube career we rarely have moments when we’re all together. this year, we didn’t even find the time to decorate.
christmas is my favourite holiday, i love when we can all come together and just have fun, stress free. the boys need it especially with everything they have going on with their career.
I absolutely love buying everyone gifts especially because I know them so well i know exactly what can make them feel special. I love putting a smile on their faces, seeing them happy is so therapeutic to me as they’ve done so much for me for so many years.
i know matt so well, i know exactly what he wants this year. well, maybe i was ease dropping a little when he was yapping about what he wanted to nick and chris a few days ago. but we’ve always had some strange bond which makes us closer, so i just had to make sure i bought him what he wanted.
i think that decorating for christmas is what makes the holiday so special, and that’s what makes this moment, right now so special. matt, nick and chris had pre filmed the video that is due tomorrow and i finally have christmas break so it’s the perfect time to begin decorating!
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matt and i had finally gotten the decorations out from the garage while nick and chris walked to the grocery store. we started putting ornaments on the tree, as christmas music softly filled the home.
‘don’t put em too close together’ he smirks. ‘i know what I’m doing, matthew’ i laugh continuing putting the ornaments on.
he smiles taking the lights out of a box staring at me and smiling as he untangles the lights. i smile then look back at him.
‘what?’ i laugh, he shakes his head still smiling. ‘no it’s nothing’ i know him too well, he’s lying. ‘oh come on tell me’
he smiles. ‘you’re just- idk I’m just glad your here.’ he smiles eventually looking down as he finishes untangles them, now wrapping them around the tree. ‘I’m glad to be here’ I smile nudging his shoulder.
after we finished the tree matt and i decided to bake some brownies. ‘how are you feeling about that trip to Boston?’
matts lips turn revealing with that perfect smile then continued mixing the brownie mix. ‘i’m excited, i mean i’m sad you’re not coming though’ i look up at him with glistening eyes. whenever he says things like that it makes my heart melt in ways I can’t even begin to explain.
i’ve liked him for so long now, i’ve never done anything about it though because i’m terrified of ruining our relationship, our bond is so special and i would hate to ruin it. i look down at the brownie mix, sticking my index finger in and gliding it along the inside of the bowl and licking my finger clean.
‘oh hush, you’ll be having so much fun you won’t realize I’m not there’ i smile spreading butter over the pan. ‘of course i will, i’ll always need you around’ he lets out a small laugh shaking his head slightly before pouring the brownie mix into the pan.
matt takes in a breath and before i could say anything he picks up the pan. ‘come on silly let’s get these in the oven’ i nod slightly with a grin, walking beside him.
nick and chris swing open the door walking inside. ‘we’re back and we brought food!’ chris yells making me snap my head at the sudden noise, matt looked at me as we roll our eyes looking at the two.
‘oh wow, the house looks good’ nick says surprised, placing the bag down. ‘couldn’t have done it without her’ matt smiles indicating to me before nudging my shoulders as i blush softly cleaning up the counter.
‘y’all are so cute’ chris sings. ‘don’t make this weird, chris’ i say pretending to be annoyed but gosh, i can’t help but wish it was true. ‘we’re just friends’ Matt says unsure but hiding it. my heart sinks at his words, ‘just’ but it’s true, we are just friends.
minutes pass, we’re all talking about the plans for christmas while we wait for the brownies, when Matt grabs my shoulder.
‘oh, you got a little something here’ he says getting closer to my face placing his hand on my cheek as he wipes off some brownie batter from my bottom lip. He looked at my lips then into my eyes, we stared at each other for a moment completely ignoring the fact nick and chris are right there.
nick looks at chris and signals him upstairs, as they head upstairs into nick’s bedroom and shuts the door behind them. ‘what’s wrong?’ chris crosses his arms looking at Nick.
‘dude, you’re seeing this shit right?’ nick smiles and he continues ‘they clearly like each other’ chris smirks ‘i mean they’re not very subtle, they’re just to stubborn to admit it.’
nick nods. ‘I have an idea’ chris looks intrigued. ‘go on.’
‘what if we were to hold the mistletoe over there heads, they’re gonna have to kiss.’ chris nods. ‘then they might finally confess their feelings, like where your heads at. alright let’s go’ they grab the mistletoe and head back downstairs to see y/n and matt standing by the tree.
'no we have to watch home alone! it's so much better than the polar express!' i giggle, matt and i were discussing which movie to watch later, when chris unexpectedly runs up behind matt holding something up above our heads. i look up to see it was a mistletoe. 'chris, what are you doing?'
chris smirks as he looks over to nick 'y'know what you gotta do’ matt looks at me nervously then at his brothers. nick sits down on the couch behind them, 'kiss her, matt' he smiles as he leans back crossing his arms.
'guys stop' matt continued his protest. 'kiss, kiss, kiss' we heard softly behind us. i look around meeting nick and chris's gaze, before finally stopping on matts. he took in a breath while he analysed my face his eyes stopping at my lips, eventually lifting his arm and grabbing my cheek and kissing me softly. i immediately kiss back, my hand going to his hair as his hand creases the curves of my waist and his other moving from my cheek to my neck.
my mind is going crazy, everything i’ve ever dreamed of is finally happening. i can’t believe it i’m kissing him, i’m kissing matthew sturniolo, the only guy i’ve ever loved.
our kiss was slow but passionate, the way his soft lips synchronised with mine like our lips were made to touch. the way his hand travels back up my skin and his fingertips softly caress my cheek. our kiss deepens, our tongues fighting for dominance, his hands roaming my body. my hands moving from his hair to the back of his neck, this feeling is making me want him even more than I already do.
he eventually pulls away both of us out of breath. i look into his eyes then realize nick and chris are no where to be seen. ‘y/n i can’t do it anymore, i can’t keep pretending we’re just friends. i love you’ he breaks the silence.
‘matt, you know i love you but our friendship means the world to me and I can’t lose you, i can’t lose this’ he cups my cheeks staring into my eyes.
‘look y/n, i really don’t care if you think this will ruin our friendship. you know why?’ he stops. i flick my eyes between his lips and his eyes waiting for him to continue.
‘i’ve spent years loving you from afar and i want us to be together. this won’t change anything between us. i promise’ tears well up in my eyes i try to speak but i’m cut off by the lump in my throat. ‘but what if this doesn’t work..’ i finally manage get out.
‘even if eventually this doesn’t work out, I’m willing to make anything happen for you. nothing could ever change the way that feel about you’ he whispers before kissing my forehead.
i slowly nod at him, a smile forming on my face. ‘okay..’ I say softly. ‘okay?’ matt repeated confused. ‘if you believe in us working then..we can try’ he smiles picking me up spinning us around. my giggles filled the living room, he placed me back down kissing me again this time more deeply and passionately.
he let out a soft moan into the kiss before lifting me up and carrying me to his bedroom, where he gently tossed me onto the bed. "you okay with this?" matt asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "matt," I replied, my tone serious, locking my gaze onto his anxious eyes, “shut up and kiss me.”
he wastes no time, suddenly positioning himself above me, and kisses me deeply. i feel his tongue graze my bottom lip, prompting me to part my lips and invite him in. as his tongue explores my mouth, i can’t help but moan, my fingers tangling in his hair.
i flip us over kissing him passionately as i slide my own tongue into his mouth. his hands slowly move down grabbing my ass making me grind against him. his hands on my body was addicting, he felt so good against me, like his touch was a drug i couldn’t escape from.
he slaps my ass making me gasp into the kiss. he breaks the kiss working his way down to my neck and sucking on my sweet spot. ‘matt..’ was the only word that filled my mind as his lips brushed against my skin, sending shivers of bliss through me.
‘you’re so soft.’ he whispered against my neck sending chills down my body, the way his smooth lips kisses me and fingertips teases my skin makes me go insane.
he kissed his way up my neck placing a soft kiss on my cheek before pulling away and creasing my cheek. ‘you’re so pretty.’
i blush kissing his lips softly ‘i’ve always wanted this matt.. it’s always been you’ i look down. He lifts my chin up staring into my eyes. ‘you have me’
that did something to me i can’t explain it but i needed him, and i needed him bad. i pressed my lips gently against his, then softly kissed his neck.
he sat up letting me pull his shirt off over his head. ‘wow..’ i whisper staring at his chest. he grabs my hand having me trace his body as he stared into my eyes. ‘matt i uh-‘
he shushed me with a kiss to my lips smiling softly. ‘don’t rush it take your time, baby’ i nod lightly, wanting nothing more than to get on my knees in front of him already. he lays me down positioning me at the end of the bed, him standing up. his hand begins tracing the top of my jeans.
‘can i?’ he asks nervously. i nod as he lifts my body and unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down. ‘woah’ he says with a huge grin plastered on his face. ‘these are pretty’ he says, tracing the rhinestones on the side of my victoria secret underwear. his finger hooks onto the side of my thong slowly pulling them down.
he tosses the glittery thong across his room, he smiles at me being bare from the body, half giving him access to my already soaked cunt. ‘fuck, already dripping’ he said before licking up my walls taking in all my juice, my body shaking slightly before moaning just a bit, knowing how this was gonna go.
he plants kisses all over the inside of my thighs slowly making his way to my cunt. he looks up at me before kissing my clit, gosh he does it so well. his tongue slipped out of his mouth and lands itself onto me licking and sucking at my clit.
i run my fingers through his hair, my lips parted slightly no sounds even able to come out. i throw my head back biting my lip, as he begins to shove his tongue in my wet hole. ‘taste so good, baby’ he mumbles against my pussy making me moan softy. the way he’s eating me like he hasn’t eaten in weeks, and making me feel so good i can’t think straight.
he slightly takes his mouth off, spreading my lips then spitting on my pussy. he shoved two fingers into me making me moan gripping his hair tightly.
‘fuck matt..’ i moan uncontrollably as he puts his mouth back onto my clit as he pumps into me. ‘matt please- don’t stop’ i whimpered making him moan against me. my thoughts clouded with pleasure, unable to comprehend anything but his mouth and his fingers.
‘baby, i’m gonna cum please..’ my legs wrapped around his head as i grind against him making his nose graze my clit and his fingers hitting deeper. just as i was about to cum he pulls away from me making me whine in disappointment.
‘don’t worry sweetheart, i’m coming back’ he smirks and he unbuttons his jeans followed by his boxers and flings them somewhere with the other pile of clothes. he takes his dick in his hand pumping a few times before lining himself up with me, looks up at me for approval, the second i nod my head he buries himself inside me.
my head drops back and my mouth creates an ‘o’ shape. ‘you’re so big’ my moans are muffled. he grunts as he begins thrusting in and out slowly but deep, hitting every spot. ‘oh god..” i mumble as the pace picks up. i’m so close, just by looking at matts face, his mouth propped open, his forehead covered by sweating strands of hair, the way his hands grip the side of my thighs and his biceps tense with every trust.
‘matt, i’m gonna cum-’ i let out breathlessly, his eyes avert from my pussy to my eyes. ‘hold it baby, just for a second’ he grunts, thrusting faster as he builds up his release.
his thrusts getting sloppy, my hands scratching his back. ‘matt- so good’ i whine, as his hands squeeze my hips. ‘c’mon on cum f’me’ i nod out of breath as no words were able to form, cumming over his dick. he pulls out cumming into my stomach.
‘fuuck’ he pants trying to hatch his breath. i lay there my chest rising up and down, my pussy still pulsing. matt gets up and makes his way to the bathroom, coming back seconds after. i feel a warm rag on my stomach and my pussy making me flinch.
‘it’s okay sweetheart, i’m just cleaning you up’ he kisses my forehead softly. after we cleaned up he helped me get dressed and took my hand leading me into the living room.
nick and chris smirked giving each other a high five, until chris speaks up. ‘next time be more quiet when you’re fucking our brother’ chris laughs.
‘ohhh fuck matt’ nick mocks jokingly. ‘shut the fuck up’ Matt says then kissing my lips softly. i can’t believe i finally got him, the only thing i wanted for christmas.
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All Mine
Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (Biker!Joel AU)
Word Count: 2,064
Summary: You're not a fan of Joel's neighbor and after he hears what happens, he isn't either (not that he ever was).
Author's Note: I was just thinking about how hot Pedro is and especially the idea of Joel as a biker and I missed my biker!Joel so I thought this would be a fun way to revist him! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you sweet Daisy 🥰The edit below was done by my amazing friend Ellie @mrsmischief209 isn't he gorgeous? Thank you beauty! 💕
Warnings: there's some tension at first over the neighbor bc she stinks, but it's soft and sweet and there's fluff and some funny parts and then it gets super se-x-y and sp-i-c-y at the end.
Joel Miller Masterlist
The front door to Joel’s house opens before you even grab the knob.
“Hey there darl…”
You stomp past him with clenched fists and turn with a huff.
He stares at you and takes a tentative step forward, his arms outstretched.
“Your neighbor…” you start before crossing your arms over your chest and mumbling out something he doesn’t quite catch.
“Neighbor?” he asks with raised brows as he steps into your space and pulls you against his chest.
“This isn’t exactly the greeting I was hoping for,” he lightly teases as his head dips and he places a soft kiss just below your ear. “What happened?”
When his lips press to your skin you melt into his embrace, your whole body going pliant until you’re curled around him. His lips trail along your throat then ghost across your lips as he takes your face in his hand and forces you to look at him.
“Your neighbor needs to take a hint Joel!”
“What neighbor and what do you mean?” His expression hardens and you can feel his muscles tense. “Are you ok?”
You start to get wound up again and wiggle in his grasp but he doesn’t let go. He leads you to the couch and sits, taking you with him and placing you on his lap.
He waits as patiently as he can until you’re ready to talk, his fingers gentle along your skin as he rubs your back.
“She was outside when I pulled up and as soon as I got out of the car she scoffed. I mean who scoffs so loud someone can hear them from across the yard!?!”
Joel’s brow furrows in confusion as he continues to listen.
“On this side?” he asks, pointing to the left of his house.
You nod before you go on.
“Then, being the nice person I am,” you say as if it’s so obvious, “I said hello and asked how she was.”
He smiles reassuringly before giving your cheek a kiss.
“Do you know what she said to me?”
You huff out the words and your face scrunches up in anger.
“What darlin’?” he growls out. “Tell me before I go over there and find out myself.”
“You can relax…it wasn’t that bad.”
He looks at you expectantly.
“She said…and I quote, ‘oh, it’s you. I can’t believe you’re still around. Thought he would have been through with you a long time ago.’ Then she looks me up and down like I’m a piece of poo!”
“Poo?” he repeats and the corner of his mouth twitches with a smile even though his muscles are still taut.
“Don’t you dare laugh! THIS IS NO LAUGHING MATTER! THAT BITCH WANTS MY MAN!”
“What?” he says, making a disgruntled face.
“She totally wants you and she’s acting like if she gets rid of me you’ll be all hers!”
“What?” he says again, tightening his hold on you.
“What do you mean WHAT?” you screech. “You heard me! UGH! The audacity!”
“What’s her name again?” Joel asks.
You spit out her name.
“Oh right,” Joel says dismissively. “Who cares darlin.’ I’ve never looked her way. Not even once. And I never will.”
You study his face, his eyes full of sincerity, and soften against him.
“I know,” you whisper. “But it wasn’t nice and I don’t want her trying to seduce you or something when I’m not here.”
You bury your face in his neck and hide.
He starts to shake with laughter and when you peek up at him his eyes are crinkled and he’s wearing a wide grin.
“That’s ridiculous!” he says between laughs.
He softens when he sees you’re worried expression, his large hand lifting to cup your cheek.
“Darlin’,’ he murmurs. “No one could ever take me away from you.”
“And you’re right it wasn’t nice. Honestly, I have a mind to go over there and tell her to fuck off.”
“God I wish you could,” you huff.
“Why the hell can’t I?” he asks.
“Because…it might make her try harder.”
“That makes no sense.”
You pat his chest. “I know but trust me.”
He presses a calloused fingertip under your chin and keeps your eyes on his when he asks, “then how can I make his better darlin’?”
“Stop being so hot?” you pout with a small shrug.
His head falls toward his chest and he chuckles.
“Darlin’…”
You hop off his lap, evading his grabby hands until you’re standing between his spread legs. You look him over.
“For one…stop sitting like that.”
“Like what?” he asks and looks down at himself.
“Like that!” you say with a stomp of your foot. “You’re manspreading so bad you’re practically taking up the whole couch and those legs!”
“I’m comfortable,” he says defensively. “Besides…what do you want me to do with this thing.”
He points between his legs with a playful smirk.
“JOEL!!!!!!!!!!” you whine. “That’s exactly my point. She’s probably daydreams about how big it is!”
His eyes go wide and he shifts uncomfortably.
“You should probably stop wearing such tight jeans too.”
“I’m not changing my wardrobe for nobody! Like I said, she can fuck off.”
“Ughhhh,” you sigh as you fall dramatically onto the couch. “Forget it. Even if you wore a bag you’d be hot. It’s no use.”
“You should talk,” he says as he grabs your ankles and pulls you down flat.
He positions himself above you, caging you in with his arms. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
You smile and play with the fabric of his shirt. “But the neighbor doesn’t give two shits about me. She likes you.”
“These arms,” you sigh dreamily and lightly scrape your fingertips along his biceps. “The tattoos…”
You emphasize the last word with a poke to his solid chest and his smile grows. Your fingers comb through the hair lining his jaw before they slide between the soft strands on his head.
“You know she probably goes nuts over your bike too,” you state with a roll of your eyes.
He presses into you, letting just enough of his weight settle on top of you so you can feel every inch of him.
“Pretty sure you went nuts over my bike…”
“Well YEAH. Of course I did,” you say, your expression full of ‘duh.’ “You…on that bike…pretty irresistible.”
He winks down at you, leaning closer until his lips are just a breath away.
“You…bent over my bike…that’s irresistible.”
You giggle and give his hair a tug, pulling his lips to yours.
“You wanna come help me?” Joel asks as he ties up his boots.
For a brief moment you just watch him, taking in his dark jeans pulled tightly across his thick thighs and his muscled forearms flexing with every movement he makes.
“I’m not letting you out of my sight,” you state decisively and lift your chin.
He gives you a lopsided smirk as he stands and takes your hand. “Good.”
He holds the door open for you and ushers you outside, stopping at his pickup truck to grab his tool box before he carries it to his bike that’s parked further down the driveway.
The neighborhood is quiet and when you peek over to the house next door it looks dark.
“She better not show up,” you mutter to yourself.
“What was that darlin’?” Joel asks, as he kneels to search for a tool.
“Hmm? Oh nothing,” you say and wave him off. “How can I help?”
As Joel’s kneeling down on one side of the bike and you’re on the other, hidden by the large machine, you hear a voice that makes you cringe.
“Oh Joel! There you are! I was hoping you could help me with something.”
You go still and wait. You can hear Joel’s sigh and see him stand and turn to your favorite neighbor.
“Hey,” he says blankly.
She smiles brightly and holds out a jar. “I just can’t seem to get this jar open for anything and I knew you’d be just the guy to ask…and here you are!”
She bats her lashes and steps closer to him. He quickly shoots his hand out and grabs the jar, effectively stopping her advance.
He takes it between his hands and twists the top once, easily popping it off.
“There ya go,” he says and hands it back to her.
She stands at stares at him in awe. “Oh wow. Thank you! You made that look so easy. You must have very…”
That’s as much as you can bear and you stand abruptly, causing Joel’s bike to wobble. The neighbor startles at your sudden appearance and her face goes sour.
“Oh yes,” you start with a saccharine smile. “His hands. They’re so big and strong and he knows just how to use them.”
Joel chokes out a cough to stifle his laughter and turns your way, winking knowingly. The neighbor drags her eyes away from you with a roll and pins them back on Joel, letting her gaze move down his body with appreciation.
“I love your bike,” she says to him.
You saunter over and stand next to Joel. He winds his arm around your waist and tucks you into his side.
“Beautiful, isn’t it,” you agree. “And the ride is even better.”
You lean into Joel and slip your hand inside his leather jacket. The way you emphasize the word ‘ride’ doesn’t go unnoticed and his fingers dig into your skin.
The neighbor ignores you completely and asks Joel, “is something wrong with it? I see you have all your tools out.”
“No,” he replies. “Just doing a tune up before we leave.”
With those words he releases you with a kiss and goes back to work.
“We’re going on an overnight trip,” you explain.
She gives you a look that screams, ‘I didn’t ask you.’ You go on anyway.
“We’re going to sleep out under the stars. It’ll be chilly at night…but Joel knows how to keep me warm.”
You giggle with your last words and lift your shoulders sweetly. The neighbors face scrunches up in anger.
“Alright darlin.’ Everything looks good. Let’s go.”
You twinkle your fingers at the neighbor and wait as Joel puts the helmet over your head and secures the strap. He then takes off his leather jacket and puts it on you, zipping it up to your chin. You snuggle into it with a big inhale and say, “smells so good.”
The neighbor face gets even more sour but both you and Joel ignore her and hop on the bike. He revs the engine a few times before taking off down the road in a blur.
Once Joel reaches your destination he pulls over and moves deeper onto the soft dirt before stopping. He holds the motorcycle steady as you climb off and start to remove the helmet.
His hands settle on your waist and he looks you over.
“How’re you doin’ darlin’?”
“Better,” you whisper. “She got the hint. And I think I’m really starting to understand why riding is so enjoyable.”
He chuckles and raises his brows questioningly.
“The speed, the wind against your skin, your body pressed to mine…all the vibrations.”
With those few words Joel’s entire focus shifts and his voice drops when he asks, “you like that?”
“Mm hm. I love it.”
“Darlin’,” he murmurs.
He closes the space between you, kissing you hard and grabbing your ass. He kneads your flesh and you arch into his touch. He doesn’t stop and gives your ass cheek a hard slap.
“Ohhh,” you moan. “Was that because of what I said earlier?”
“I liked everything you said. Now how about you turn around and bend over my bike darlin.”
Even as he says it he doesn’t wait for you to do it and spins you himself, pressing gently until your resting on the seat. He runs his hands down your back, reaching the waistband of your jeans. His hard cock grinds against you and you hiss in pleasure.
He leans over you, pressing a line of soft kisses down your neck while he makes quick work of your jeans, helping you wiggle out of them until they lock at your feet. His rough fingertips caress your newly exposed skin and he hums in appreciation before dropping to his knees.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Fuck darlin.’ I can’t wait to taste you.”
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Bets & Bargains - Part 14
Series Masterlist
➪in which you and bradley go on your seventh date, this one at a fair, and both end up winning more than once.
PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.
WC; 5k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡
Bradley felt like he was on cloud nine.
It took him another hour to get out of bed when you let him fuck you bare yesterday morning. He still couldn’t believe he had managed to save his relationship with you, and now it seemed like it was stronger than ever.
Thank fuck for that, because as of right now, you were the only good thing he had in his life, and he didn’t know what he would’ve done if he had lost you for good.
Since going on impulsive dates was kinda yours and his thing, Bradley remembered this pop up fair that always came to town this time of year, and it only runs for two weeks. This weekend would be the last chance to go, and he knew for a fact that you’d have fun there, so he decided to ask you if you wanted to go with him.
His arm was draped around your shoulders as he walked you to your second class of the day. “I wanna do something this weekend,” he started off casually, not wanting to sound like he had been thinking of this idea since last night when you fell asleep in his arms.
You looked up at him with your pretty smile and a raise of your brow. “Another date? What is this, like, our sixth one?”
“Seventh,” he corrected and smirked at the quiet laugh he pulled from you. “And going on random dates is our thing, so don’t act so surprised.”
You laughed again and shook your head, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek as you walked with him. “I love going on dates with you,” you murmured, kissing him again before pulling away. “So what are you thinking about for this weekend?”
“How about something new?” he suggested, giving you a side glance as he guided you along the campus. Bradley knew your schedule pretty fucking well now, so he knew where your classes were, when they started and when they ended, which was a good thing, since he liked walking you to them. “There’s a fair that’s happening in town. I’ve heard that it’s pretty fun and the tickets aren’t super fucking expensive either.”
Your eyes lit up and you stopped walking, making him stop as well. “A fair?” you echoed, jumping slightly when he nodded. “I love fairs! Oh, they’re so fun, I’ve never been to one that wasn’t fun.”
Bradley lifted a brow, his lips curving upwards as he looked down at your excited expression. “Yeah? You’ve been to a lot?”
You shrugged, giving him a teasing smile. “A few here and there,” you answered, “This is so fun. When are we going?”
“So you want to go then? It’s not even a question anymore?” he teased, laughing at your eye roll.
“Of course it’s not a question,” you replied, taking his hand and lacing your fingers together. “Fairs are so romantic, Bradley. Especially when you’re with the right person.”
Bradley lifted a brow again, following after you as you started to pull him along the sidewalk. “You better be talking about me, babes,”
The look over your shoulder you gave him told him all he needed to know, but your words helped too. “Of course I’m talking about you, flyboy,” you laughed, turning to face him once you were outside the doors of the creative arts building. “Everything feels right with you.”
For some reason, that had Bradley blushing like a fucking teenager. That was probably one of the sweetest things anyone had ever said to him, and it just made him adore you even more. So he didn’t respond with words, instead he just leaned down and kissed you, his hand coming up to hold your jaw. “Have a good class,” he murmured in between soft kisses before he finally stepped away from you. “Think of me.”
The smile you gave him brought that blush back to his face. “I always am,”
-
Bradley wanted to take you to the fair, and you weren’t sure he was even aware of just how perfect of a date that sounded to you.
And while you were a bit lost on just how many dates you’ve gone on with him up until this point, Bradley knew the exact number, and you were definitely sure he wasn’t aware of how attractive that is.
Then there was the whole no condom thing, and that had your smile growing. Sure, it was kind of an irresponsible decision, but you really needed to be as close as humanly possible with Bradley yesterday, especially since you had discovered that the whole Briana thing was just a massive misunderstanding. You were so relieved that you had been wrong about him being like every other guy, and he had proved it to you so sweetly, you needed to feel him all over you.
And it felt fucking amazing, and you’re on the pill, so was it really a bad decision? It sure didn’t feel like one.
You were all giddy when you went into your class, your happy smile definitely not directed at Clarke personally, but he gave you one back as if it was, which was just fine by you. After having such a terrible start to the week, you would gladly smile at everyone you saw since things had only gotten a lot better since Monday morning.
You sat down in your usual seat, smiling at the girl already sitting in the one beside yours. She was pretty, had long blonde hair and hazel eyes, and for some reason, you had never shared more than a few conversations with her. She seemed nice enough, and you were seriously lacking in the friend department at the moment, so maybe you’d try to talk to her more often.
Really, anyone was better than Sam at this point.
So when she smiled at you and held up the bag of plain chips she was snacking on before the class started, you grinned back and took one.
When the class was over, you packed up your things and got Delia’s, your table partner, number saved as a contact on your phone. You ended up talking to her quite a bit during class, and you were right, she is really nice and seems like a great friend to have. And you were in no position to turn down what could be a pretty awesome friendship.
She offered to hang out for a bit after class, and you agreed, so you followed after her when she began walking towards the door. You had a few hours to kill before you had to go to your yoga class, and usually you would be spending it with Bradley, but hanging out with Delia would give you more time to get to know her better, and you could already tell that you and her have a lot in common.
Before you could leave, Clarke called out to you, making you pause. “Can you stay for a second?” he asked, and you furrowed your brows, giving Delia an apologetic look and a gesture that told her that you’d meet her out in the hall in a minute.
“Sure,” you answer, walking back into the room. You weren’t sure why he wanted to talk to you; you hadn’t handed in any assignments this week since he hadn’t given out any, and you made sure to always pay attention (or at least pretend to if your mind was elsewhere - like on your boyfriend) in class, so you knew you weren’t in trouble or anything.
Clarke smiled at you, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms behind his head. “How are you doing?” he asked, his brows coming together in what looked like mock concern, but then again, you didn’t know him well enough to assume that.
“I’m…fine,” you replied, giving him a confused smile back as you shifted on your feet. That was it? That’s all he wanted? To know how you were doing?
“You sure?” he pressed, crossing his arms as he looked down at the papers that were scattered on the surface of his desk. “In Tuesday’s class you seemed off. Quieter…less talkative. I just wanted to make sure everything’s okay.”
Oh. Well that was kinda fucking embarrassing. Monday and Tuesday were really bad days for you since you weren’t sure where you stood with Bradley at the time, but you had thought you hid it pretty well. Clearly not. And now your teacher was asking about you as if you were back in high school. “Oh,” you laughed, either out of nerves of pure embarrassment, or both. “Yeah, no, I’m fine. I was just…I had a really bad start to the week. I’m totally fine now.”
You thought he’d laugh it off too and leave it at that, but then he leaned forward in his chair, bracing his elbows on his knees. “Are you sure?” he asked again, his thighs spread a bit and making his slacks look two sizes too small.
Okay, this was getting weird now, and you were definitely beginning to feel uncomfortable. While you appreciated his concern, you had already told him three times now that you were fine, but he was still pushing it. And you didn’t think you had bonded with him enough for him to feel the need to be this persistent. You wanted to just nod at him and quickly turn and leave, the need to just get out of this classroom the only thing on your mind right now.
But he continued before you could make your escape. “Because I’m here for you if you’re not,” he said, giving you another smile that was more of a sly smirk compared to the other ones. “You can always come to me if something’s bothering you or anything like that.”
Not that he was very high up on the list of the people you’d go to if something was bothering you, but now he wasn’t even in the vicinity of said list. You were so on edge and it happened so quickly, you physically couldn’t relax your tense shoulders as you nodded slowly and gripped the strap of your bag. “Right,” you mumbled, forcing out a tight smile and a nod as you stepped away from his desk. “That’s…nice, Clarke…I appreciate that.”
You didn’t know what else to say. You couldn’t exactly go off on your teacher because he hadn’t done anything wrong except express his concern about you. But still, why you felt so fucking awkward and…gross was beyond you.
“No problem,” he said, and the look he gave you had you holding back a cringe as you turned and headed for the door without saying goodbye.
In the hall, Delia was waiting for you with a kind yet confused smile. “What did he want?”
You debated on whether or not to tell her, but didn’t know if you were making a big deal out of nothing at all. Really, all Clarke did was voice his concern, there was nothing wrong with that, and you were already feeling better now that you were out of that classroom.
So you decided to brush it off for now, and you also decided to not tell Bradley since you were sure he’d make a big deal out of it too, and the last thing you needed right now was more drama.
-
Bradley hadn’t seen you since he walked you to class yesterday.
You texted him and said that you were going to hang out with a girl from your class before you had to go to yoga, so he didn’t get the chance to see you for the rest of the day.
It was Friday evening now, and he was waiting in the Jeep as you got ready for your fair date. Bradley still couldn’t believe how much you had changed him and his life in so little time. He had never considered himself to be one of those boyfriends who wanted to go out on dates all the time, let alone be the one to suggest most of them (and keep track of them), but here he is; about to go on his seventh date with you in three weeks.
His seventh.
Who the fuck was he?
When he turned his head and saw you walk out of your building, his jaw dropped just a bit as he took in your, for lack of better words, fucking hot outfit. You were wearing black jeans, a white crop top and ankle boots, and his blue flannel was draped over your shoulders, your hands barely visible as the shirt was way bigger on you than it was on him, and he felt his mouth go dry.
You looked absolutely stunning, like you always did, and Bradley was quickly coming to the realization after seeing you in his jersey, then his sweats and shirt earlier this week, and now his flannel, that he fucking loved it when you wore his clothes.
And you were going to wear his shirt on your date? Fuck, he wanted to pick you up and carry you right back to your bedroom.
He had meant to be a gentleman and open the door for you, but by the time he picked his jaw up off the floor, you were already sliding onto the seat next to him with a pretty smile on your lips, and a floral scent filled his senses. “Hi,” you greeted as you shut the door and leaned back, grinning as you looked at the seat warmer button that was switched on.
At least he remembered to turn that on before he was completely floored by how hot his girlfriend is.
“Hey,” he said back, looking you up and down. You looked even better up close, and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip before he let out a low whistle. “Damn. You look fucking hot.”
You laughed, a mix of surprise and appreciation as you put on your seatbelt. “Thanks. You do too,” you blushed, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. When he made no move to start driving, you gave him a confused look as your gaze flickering between his eyes and the windshield. “What’s wrong?”
“You missed,” he answered as if you had asked him the easiest question he’d ever heard. When your brows furrowed even more, Bradley pointed to his mouth, and you rolled your eyes before leaning in and kissing him on the lips.
His hand cradled the back of your head as he deepened the kiss, making you smile against his lips before you pulled away. “There. Better?”
“Much,” he nodded before shifting the Jeep into drive and pulling away from your building.
It was still light out when Bradley managed to find a spot to park in the very back of the parking lot, which was really just a massive field of gravel and dirt he couldn’t wait to pick out of his tires later.
The fair was also really big, so compared to all the cars you and he passed on the way to the front gate, the fair ground itself didn’t seem too packed since there were countless places and attractions around that ensured there wasn’t just a big crowd.
Bradley’s fingers were loosely laced with yours as he gave you free rein of deciding where the two of you were going or what you were going to do. He honestly didn’t care what you did, his attention mainly on how gorgeous you looked in his flannel - which was so obviously his, he could see a few jealous stares from guys who seemed to think they had any chance with you as you pulled him along.
When you suddenly turned and started tugging him with you towards the arcade, he laughed, because you were probably the only person he’d ever met that would start with the indoor arcade instead of the ferris wheel or the dart game.
A few minutes later, his forearm was braced on the top of some coin machine, his other hand holding a rather heavy bag of arcade coins that you were currently inserting into the machine over and over again. For every coin you knocked off the pile, you got five prize tickets, and you seemed to be having a blast doing just that while Bradley watched you.
He was content doing anything you wanted to, and if you wanted to blow the entire bag on just this ‘game’, he wouldn’t stop you, especially since you looked absolutely adorable every time the machine printed out a stack of tickets for you.
“So, flyboy,” you said, bringing his focus away from your pretty face as he gave you his full attention. “Have you decided on what your call sign is going to be once you become a pilot?”
Bradley grinned, because you were the first person who had brought this topic back up since he told you about it. Eli and Wes and even Briana just listened with fake interest when he told them what he wanted to do for a career in the future, and then they never asked about it again.
This was just another thing that made you a hundred times better than all three of them combined. You actually listened, and you actually wanted to hear about his plans for the future. “I thought we both decided on that together,” he answered, smirking at the way you quickly looked over at him with wide eyes.
“Rooster?” you asked for clarification, and he was immediately brought back to his fourth date with you, when you and he had gotten each other off fully clothed in the front seat of his Jeep in the back of a parking garage after being way too distracted to get even halfway through the movie. “Seriously? Your call sign is going to be Rooster?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, taking it upon himself to insert another coin into the machine since you were completely focused on him now. “One, because it has the double O like my dad’s did, and two, because you came up with it.”
Once the coin had fallen into the machine, Bradley turned to face you but was immediately gifted the sweet feeling of your mouth on his as you kissed him hard, right there in the middle of the arcade. “That is one of the sweetest, most sexiest fucking things anyone has ever said to me,” you mumbled, looking so serious as you caressed his jaw in both hands. “And I’m not even joking.”
Bradley smirked again, because he knew he had another thing to hold above your piece of shit ex. Even though he’d never met Luke, he still was going to call him that, because he was a piece of shit. And he let you go. What a fucking idiot.
Before Bradley could reply, the machine lit up from beside him, flashing yellow a few times before a bucket load of tickets began pouring out. He was so distracted by your surprise kiss, he didn’t realize that the coin he had put in ended up knocking over the pile and rewarding him with what looked like a never ending string of tickets.
“Woah, baby, I think you won,” you laughed, stepping away from the machine as it continued to spurt out tickets onto the carpeted floor of the arcade. “I didn’t even know you could win this game.”
Bradley shrugged, leaning down to pick up the copious amount of tickets in one hand. “Guess I’m just that good,” he teased, trying to give them to you as he added, “Or maybe it’s because you’re my good luck charm.”
You blushed then shook your head when he tried to hand them to you again. “No, they’re yours. You won those,” you protested, and Bradley laughed.
“Babes, I put one coin in this thing,” he pointed out, “You put in, like, thirty. They’re yours.”
Your smile was poorly hidden as you finally took them from him before leaning in and giving him another chaste kiss. “Well, thank you,” you mumbled, taking his hand in your free one. “Now we can move on from this game.”
-
Bradley was so fucking sweet, you wanted to kiss him every second of every hour.
How could you not have realized that this is what a normal, healthy relationship feels like? Why had you put so much of your life into your relationship with your ex when he really didn’t treat you right?
Whatever the reason, you were more than happy to have found Bradley, because he was replacing all your bad experiences with amazing ones, and he had quickly become your favorite person.
After you had used up all of the arcade coins and won a fuckton of tickets, you kept two and traded the rest of them in for a bunch of random prizes, like a t-shirt with the fair’s name on it, one of those tall cups that come with a weird straw that made it take forever to actually sip anything out of, and a few other small things Bradley had picked out that neither of you would ever need.
He offered to run everything back to the Jeep, so you stayed by the game booths and browsed them until he got back, and once he did, you pulled him over to the target game after a certain prize caught your eye. “Are you any good?” You ask, nodding towards the plastic gun set on the counter of the booth.
“At this?” Bradley asked, looking at the various targets along the back wall. “I guess now is the time to admit that I’m kind of a bad shot.”
His words surprised you, since he wanted to be an aviator and fly missions in a fighter jet, and that definitely required him to be a good shot, especially in the air. And you could tell that he was also embarrassed as his neck turned a bit red at his revelation. “Really? I mean, I might be wrong, but don’t you want to join the military? Or are you just a really good liar and only said that to impress me?”
Your words were playful and teasing as you took it upon yourself to pick up the gun. Bradley rolled his eyes as he nodded, “Yeah, yeah, I’m working on it, I just-” he was promptly cut off when you aimed and fired one shot at the center of each target without batting an eye.
When you turned to face him again, you nearly cackled at the look of complete shock on your boyfriend’s face. “You just what?” You asked, casually setting the gun down as he gaped at you.
“How did you…” he trailed off, his eyes flickering between your own and the targets. “You just…I’m sorry, but at the risk of sounding like a complete jackass, how the fuck did you do that?”
You laughed, leaning up to press a kiss to his scarred cheek as he stared at you with a mix of surprise and something else, something stronger, and you weren’t sure if it was what you thought it was. “That? That was easy, flyboy,” you grinned, taking the stuffed goose from the teenaged boy that was running the game booth (who also looked equally as surprised as Bradley did). “Here, I won this for you.”
His gaze flickered down to the stuffed animal, and that same look was in his eyes when he looked back up at you and took it. “You’re perfect,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed you, subtly guiding you away from the booth so the next person could shoot their shot. Bradley kissed you over and over again, the stuffed goose you won him pressed against your back as he held you close to him, his other hand cradling the back of your neck. “You’re absolutely perfect, and I think I’m gonna marry you one day.”
You laughed against his mouth, pulling away as you blushed, his words doing a real number on you. “You think?” You teased, lacing your fingers with his as you snuggled into his side. Before he could say anything, your eyes caught sight of the cotton candy cart, and you were tugging him along with you as he clutched the goose like it was porcelain.
A few minutes later, you were standing in line for the ferris wheel, a pink cotton candy cone in your hand as you fed handfuls of it to Bradley, who had what seemed to be a permanent love-struck expression on his face. “You’re pretty,” he mumbled suddenly and you snorted.
“What has gotten into you? I won a stuffed animal for you and now you’re all clingy and smiley,” you observe, tossing the cardboard cone into the trashcan as you moved further up the line. “It’s sexy, don’t get me wrong, but what did I do to deserve it?”
Bradley raised his brow at you as he answered, “You won me a goose,”
It didn’t make much sense to you - the only reason you wanted to play that game was to win him the goose because of his dad, but if it made him happy, then you would stop questioning it.
When you got to the front of the line, the guy operating the ferris wheel had to confiscate Bradley’s goose in case he dropped it or something, and you had never seen him glare so hard at a total stranger before.
You were holding back a laugh as you got strapped in, and had to bury your face against his arm. “That guy’s just trying to do his job and keep us safe and you’re glaring at him,”
Bradley turned to look at you with an unimpressed expression on his face, and you laughed harder at the way his lips curved downwards. “He took my goose,”
“He had to,” you pointed out once the wheel started moving. “And you’ll get it back. Jesus, I didn’t think you’d like it this much.”
“Are you kidding?” he asked, draping his arm around you as the ferris wheel moved even more. “Babes, you make me so fucking happy with everything you do. You listen, you actually care about me, and you remember things that most wouldn’t think twice about. I’m crazy about you.”
Well, now you wish you weren’t sixty feet in the air, because all you wanted to do was crawl on his lap and kiss him senseless. He was so fucking sweet.
You couldn’t exactly crawl onto his lip right now, but you could definitely kiss him, so that’s what you did.
Leaning over, you pressed your lips to his in a searing kiss, taking him by surprise this time as you gripped his jaw with your fingers. You weren’t sure how many kisses you’ve shared with him since he picked you up, and you didn’t care. Kissing him felt so good, so right, and you never wanted to stop doing it.
And from the way Bradley kissed you right back, you could tell that he didn’t want to stop doing it either.
Once you were back on the ground, and after Bradley promptly grabbed his goose back from the ferris wheel operator, he guided you over to the ring toss game, then shoved the stuffed animal into your hand. “You got to show off earlier,” he said, twirling the rings around his finger before smirking over at you. “It’s my turn.”
You raised your brow, holding back a laugh as you turned and watched him toss the rings onto the bottles with very little effort. And he won. “Okay,” you started, turning to face him again with squinted eyes. “You tell me you have bad aim, but you managed to win this? How does that make any sense?”
Bradley shrugged, keeping his eyes on you as he was handed his prize. “I don’t know,” he answered. “I have no idea how I just did that. And I still want to know why you’re such a good shot.”
You laughed, then looked at what he was holding, and laughed again. “Wow, you won a fish,”
He looked down at the bag in his hand, a dumb grin on his face when he handed it to you and took back his goose. “You won a fish, actually,” he corrected, “I won a goose.”
You narrowed your eyes as you shook your head. “That’s not at all what actually happened, but you’re hot so I’ll let it slide,” you mumbled, then looked at the bag with a small little red fish inside of it. “Poor thing. It’s cute though.”
Bradley raised a brow as he looked at the fish as well. “I mean, I guess so,”
You gave him an unimpressed look. “That’s not very nice, especially since we’re it’s parents now,” you say, and both his brows shot up as he let out a surprised laugh.
“Oh, are we?” he grunted, draping his arm around your shoulders as he started leading you to the exit. You were joking, and were also kind of serious, but also didn’t want to weird him out. But before you could say anything else, he continued, “Well, if that’s the case, it needs a name then.”
Your smile grew a few sizes at that, because not only had he not been weirded out, but he played along. “Well,” you trailed off, looking at the fish as he walked you through the dark parking lot. When your eyes caught sight of the ‘F’ written in sharpie on the side of the bag, you grinned. “Her name will be…BB.”
“BB?” Bradley laughed, his free hand fumbling around in his pocket for his keys.
“Yep,” you nodded, “BB Bradshaw.”
“Alright,” Bradley mumbled once you were right next to the red Jeep. “What does that stand for?”
You leaned against the passenger side door, a teasing smirk on your face. “Bad Bitch Bradshaw,” you answered, trying to ignore the jolt of heat that shot through your body when he braced his forearm against the window above your head. He was so hot, and he didn’t even know it. “Obviously.”
Bradley hummed, “Obviously,” before leaning down and giving you what felt like your hundredth kiss of the night. “Come on, babes. I’m taking you home.” He mumbled, then his lips found yours in another deep kiss, this one much longer.
#babes and fratley#bets and bargains#bets and bargains au#bradley bradshaw x reader#bradley bradshaw#bradley rooster bradshaw#bradley bradshaw imagine#bradley bradshaw fanfiction#bradley bradshaw fic#bradley bradshaw x y/n#top gun fanfiction#bradley bradshaw smut#rooster top gun#rooster fanfic#rooster x reader#rooster imagine#rooster bradshaw#tgm fic#tgm cast#tgm#tg#top gun smut#top gun au#top gun 1986#top gun maverick
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2024: A Re-Entry to Fandom
I guess this is a thing? (Oh shit this brackets bit was written at the end and I appear to have emotionally vomited an essay. Sorry ‘bout that.)
In late 2023 I experienced a personal tragedy and retreated to where I had always found comfort: books.
I read a series that had been recommended to me before, but I hadn’t had time to read it - The Simon Snow Trilogy by @rainbowrowell and it awoke a dormant-but-never-forgotten love of fanfiction in me.
In my teens and early 20s I wrote a lot of fan fiction on the ol’ FF net, all of it of atrocious quality I’m certain, which is why I haven’t tried to rediscover that account.
Instead I found AO3, and restarted regularly writing for fun instead of for work or study/research.
I didn’t do any summation for 2023 because I think my first fic was posted on like 10 December 2023, but AO3 tells me I wrote 4 works, all SnowBaz, at a total of 55,154 words.
In 2024, I’ve published 5 works, at a total of 94,323 words.
What truly blows me away (and honestly makes me a bit teary) is the 1013 kudos, 100 subscribers (inc 15 subscribers to just me rather than a fic!), and 222 comment threads on my works. 🥹
So: my 2024 works.
Use your words, SnowBaz, Rated: E, 3,930 words
A smutty lil gift fic wherein Baz teaches Simon how to sext.
Splendid Morons, SnowBaz, Rated: E, 12,886 words
Published for Erotic Grope Fest, aka Baz’s birthday. A collaboration with @alexalexinii and a story written to enable their amazing art of Baz in lingerie.
Precious to me for not only getting to work with Alex, but also for being the beginning of my relationship with Becky @rbkzz, my incomparable beta who has become one of the dearest people in my life.
On The Rocks, SnowBaz, Rated: E, 74,592 words (WIP)
My opus, as it were. It originated from a fluffy cute prompt of “what if Baz and Lady Ruth were work besties?!” And I came along like “YEAH! But with trauma, exploration of love in mental illness, and alcoholism!”
I began posting it in March and it’s about 2/3 done now. But for Becky it would be both an absolute pile of horse poop, and an abandoned WIP. Instead it has a clear direction and she found motifs that I’d repeatedly used by accident in my drafts and built imagery, greater meaning, and also debated me ad nauseam on my preference for spelt over spelled.
Immune Response, @lumosinlove’s Cubs, Rated: G, 1,421 words
I was a big consumer of WolfStar in my teens and was recommended Lumosinlove’s Sweater Weather and, like many before me, fell in love with the story, the original characters, and ice hockey itself (much to the surprised glee of my Canadian spouse, who for a decade has tried in vain to get me on board. Little did he know the key was obviously gays.)
This is a lil’ slice of life sick fic examining how each of the Cubs responds to getting sick.
I have a lot more unpublished drabbles about these characters and some fics that are being cocreated so stay tuned for 2025?
Preliminary, my dear Basil, SnowBaz, Rated: T, 1,494 words
A gift fic for @martsonmars as part of the Carry On Discord’s Secret Snowflake Exchange.
Among their suggestions was “Sherlock AU, but not BBC Sherlock, 19th century Sherlock” and it hooked me with the idea that Baz would absolutely fancy himself as Sherlock. I actually sketched out a plot to SnowBazify 4 of the Holmes stories, so maybe 2025 will see them unearthed.
There is one other published fic I worked on this year, but as a beta rather than a writer for @swoopswrites @rsbigbang piece Class A which was super fun to do (and got me to watch a great series - The Gentlemen on Netflix) and Swoops has a fantastic mind so I’d encourage you to to check it out.
Finally, I have always been a writer rather than an artist, but I do enjoy drawing, and the need to upgrade my iPad for work arose and so I also tried my hand at drawing again for the first time since I was 17 or so.
In order from the first one to the most recent one, the lil scribbles I did this year:
Penelope Bunce, Wolfstar on a train, Baz with coffee, cuddly Cubs, FinnLo being adorable, iconic Moony with a cane, emo Sirius Black.
And THAT was 2024 (and 2023).
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#2024 round up#writing roundup#art roundup#simon snow#baz pitch#snowbaz#fanfic#the simon snow trilogy#writing#ao3 fanfic#sweater weather lumosinlove#coast to coast lumosinlove#lumosinlove#logan tremblay#finn o'hara#leo knut#FinnLo#o’knutzy#wolfstar#wolfstar fanart#snowbaz fanart#remus and sirius#remus lupin#moony#padfoot#sirius black#marauders
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“ the fuck-it list ” || hq! pt. 2
one || three || four
synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list.
pairing: various x gn!reader [ hinata, bokuto, kuroo ]
warnings: cursing, suggestive language, hinata’s is SUPER long lol mild objectification, bo and kuroo’s are criminally the shortest ones i’ve written so far ugh (but they get the point across), and I think that’s it :D
notes: first of all, can i just say THANK Y'ALL SO MUCH ♡♡♡ i did not expect that headcanon to blow up, so i will do my very best to make the following ones just as juicy and entertaining for y'all :))) special thanks to @melanatedkink for helping out with this, she helps bring out my inner whore lol hope you guys enjoy !!
notes ii: didn't want the situations to get too repetitive, so these may take me a little longer for the other characters i do in the future, but i appreciate the love and patience for the series thus far !!! you guys are awesome
tagged: @daedaep69 , @ahahadumbo , @viktoryn , @mdsb , @ourgoddessathena , @ushygushybaby , @hyori2 , @lumpywolf , @fantasycantasy
HINATA knew all about the list. Being the social butterfly he was, it would be impossible for the topic not to come up in conversation, especially since a lot of his friends were on it. He found it interesting, to say the least, but never really took the whole thing too seriously. It was just for shits and giggles after all, right?
During a water break in the gym, Hinata aimed for his mouth while squeezing the bottle. Most made it inside, but the rest dripped down his chin. Thinking nothing of it, the spiker used the bottom of his jersey to wipe his face dry, be it water or sweat. And even though it was for a split second, it was more than enough time for the damage to be done to the hearts of those chilling up by the railing on the first level. Beneath the LEDs, in all their sinful glory, were Shoyo Hinata’s nipple piercings.
The gates of heaven have opened, and the choir sings a hymn. But, along came Satan, as he rubbed his seedy hands together in mischief. The groupies were shellshocked and knew they must alert the masses, eyeing their prey all the way until the end of practice. This caught the attention of a certain blonde setter, who brought it to Hinata’s attention right off the bat as they cleaned up the court.
“Oi. Don’t wanna alarm ya or anythin’, but…those spectators up there been eye-ballin’ you for quite a while. Could be trouble.”
The tangerine gave a confused grin, looking over his shoulder in their direction. Sure enough, their eyes never wavered, not even after being caught. However, he merely shrugged it off. “It’s probably nothing.”
Atsumu hummed, skeptically. Though, he didn’t push it any further.
Once they were dismissed and sent to the showers, by the time Hinata was done he'd be the only one left in the locker room. He had to take his time and be extra careful not to bump his piercings, still kinda sensitive. Kageyama offered to stay behind so they could walk back together, "HINATA-BOKE, HURRY UP BEFORE I LEAVE YOUR SLOW ASS IN HERE."
But, Hinata politely declined. "SUCK A DICK, BAKAYAMA. I'm going over [_____]'s tonight, so go on ahead!"
With a nod, the stoic setter took his leave. "Cool. Tell 'em I said hey. See you tomorrow."
"See ya tomorrow!"
And then, all was quiet.
The only sounds filling the space were the running water, his humming, and the flickering overhead lights. When he stepped out with a towel wrapped snuggly around his waist, Hinata heard the sound of his phone ringing in his bag. His tired expression soon melted into joy at the cheesy love song he used as your ringtone.
Pressing the answer button, Hinata greeted you with his face all in the camera, and a bright, "Hi, [_____]!!~ You here already?"
Your eyes were on the road but you grinned, adoringly. "Hi, Sho. And, no, almost there though. I stopped by the canteen to grab some dinner. Know how hungry you get after practice."
"Mmm, starved. You're an angel, angel."
Staying on the call as he changed, the two of you conversed about each other's day as normal. However, when the topic of those groupies eventually came up, it instantly made you tense. Even though most of his fans were harmless, there were still a few rotten apples in the bunch that made you wary. "God, don’t tell me they asked you to spike their ass like a ball again."
Hinata snorted, throwing on a clean shirt, "That wasn't me, remember? That was Sakusa-san. Never seen him look so horrified." You laughed, having recalled. "But, according to 'tsumu-san, they hardly took their eyes off me tonight.”
“That’s old news, babe. Those vultures are always watching you.”
“Not always-”
"ALWAYS." You affirmed, pulling up to the building. Parking outside the doors, you teasingly said, "We can continue talking about how wrong you are in the car, I’m outside. And hurry, the food's gonna get cold."
"Yes, boss," he chuckled, gathering up his things. Throwing the duffle over his shoulder, Hinata made haste for the lobby, making sure to turn the lights off behind him. “See you in a minute, sunshine.~”
With that he hung up, walking with a spring in his step. He had a surprise for you, and couldn’t wait to finally show them off later. Now that the piercings had healed enough, Hinata couldn’t fight the obscene images clouding his mind of all the things you’d do once you saw them. It made him dizzy just thinking about it…
Unfortunately, someone would beat him to the punch. Or, more specifically, something.
‘Shoyo Hinata. 5’6ft sweetheart, and a ball of energy who’ll light up any room he walks into. He may look all innocent, but clearly, we’ve been underestimating him. Kinda has everyone wondering what other piercings he may be hiding…and where.~ What he may lack in height, he makes up for in girth. Expect to go for several rounds back to back, ‘cause he’s got STAMINA. This man will also be very vocal—Talk you through an orgasm, how good you make him feel, dirty-talk, begging, you name it—He is BIG on communication. He's also a cuddler, after-care will be disgustingly sweet, and pillow talk will be a must. 100/10.’
Wow. You suspected those parasites were up to no good, but never would’ve expected this. The picture attached to the thread was of your boyfriend, mid-air from blocking a ball, with his arms straight up. As he was coming down, his shirt was coming up, exposing his whole torso. It was a little blurry, but whoever took the photo zoomed in enough to where you could easily make out the silver on his nipples.
You pursed your lips, uncertain on how to feel. On one hand, you were kinda annoyed they, let alone the whole campus, got to see them before you even knew about them. But, on the horny hand…
“Hey, gorgeous!” Hinata exclaimed, startling you out of your thoughts. He had opened the back door, and threw his bag on the seat before eagerly joining you in the front. Leaning across the console to give you a kiss, he was taken aback when you stopped him, placing a finger on his lips. “Mmm?”
You gave him a blank look, making him a little nervous. He was just on the phone with you and things were totally fine, what could’ve possibly changed in the five minutes it took him to get to the car? Hinata didn’t have to ponder for long, though. Not when you used that very same finger to hook around his collar, yanking it downward. He yelped, pulling away in the last second, but his reflexes couldn’t save him this time.
You confirmed it with your own eyes now.
“I uh—…T-Those are…,” he spluttered, scratching his cheek. You happily watched him squirm, arms crossed with a knowing grin on your face. Hinata sweat-dropped. “I-I was gonna t-tell you, I swear, but I wanted them to heal a little before I did, so that you could…”
“Could what, Sho?”
His face was pure vermilion. With a huff, Hinata whined, “How’d you even find out? I had a whole thing planned and everything! Was it Bakayama? Did he tell you?? Dammit, I knew I should’ve asked someone else to come with me to the appointment!”
You chuckled, shaking your head. “No, it wasn’t Kageyama. I told you so, those vultures are always watching.”
“Huh?”
“I’ll tell you later. For now,” you reached over again, this time with both hands as lithe fingertips slid underneath the thin cotton of his shirt, trailing up the smooth skin until you brushed against the perked nubs. Hinata twitched, immediately biting back a moan as you began teasing them at once. If he got any redder, he’d surely pass out from all the blood rushing to his head. Luckily, it was also rushing elsewhere. “Let’s hurry and get you back to mine’s, hm?"
"...S-So I uhn," he keened when you lightly tugged on one, hand reflexively grabbing your wrist, but not to stop you. His eyes fluttered as he let you feel him up as much as you pleased, mouth hung open as he began panting like a dog. "...I take it y-you like them, then?"
"Oh, baby, I love 'em. Best investment ever, honestly. Can't wait to put them in my mouth," you sighed dreamily, gently pinching to elicit a moan from the ginger. Music to your ears. From the look on his face, he could probably cum from this feeling alone. You pulled away at the thought, smirking as he instantly began protesting.
"Aht, not so fast, we still gotta eat. But, don't worry. You'll get your dessert."
Homie nodded so quick, you were sure he gave himself whiplash. Adorable.
By the end of a very long night full of debauchery, you eventually told him about the list and how exactly you found out about the piercings. And you know what? He couldn’t even be mad. At least it wasn't Kageyama.
“Oh! He says ‘hey’ by the way.”
Now, BOKUTO thought he knew about the list. But after the whole…misunderstanding with Akaashi, it turned out he knew absolutely nothing. Granted, how he felt about it didn’t really change after his friends spent over an hour explaining it to him. If anything, it fueled his distaste for it even more. When he showed up on your doorstep looking absolutely distraught, fat tears rolling down his face as he proclaimed his unwavering devotion to you, you only needed one guess.
‘Kotaro Bokuto. 6’2ft of GAWD DAMN. He's sweet, confident, and R E S P E C T F U L?? We love a triple threat. Not to mention how MASSIVE he is, and don’t even get me started on his ass. Would literally be unable to keep my hands to myself, just saying. Like how you see him dominate the volleyball court, the same could be said for the bedroom, without a doubt. Bokuto loves to give, but he’s also a taker. Definitely gives off Switch with service Dom tendencies. Plus he’s greedy. He doesn’t care if you already came four times, give him some more!!! ∞/10. He is beyond the standard. Argue with the wall.’
You remembered reading it while taking a break from studying, merely brushing it off. It was only a matter of time he’d end up on their radar, you had prepared for it since the list first started circulating around campus. Frankly, you had completely forgotten about it; up until now.
“Ko, baby, please calm down-”
“I don’t care how many people wanna touch my ass! They can’t have it, it’s for you to touch and nobody else!”
You quickly pulled him into your room before he screamed any more embarrassing stuff in the hallway, knowing your neighbors probably recognized his voice by now. The last thing you wanted was another noise complaint, your RA already despised his visits enough to consider banning him altogether–Whether or not they had the authority, you’d rather not find out today.
Once behind the safety of a closed door, the behemoth of a man came crashing down to his knees, arms circling around your midriff as he buried himself in your stomach. You jumped slightly as your room shook from the sudden action, deeply exhaling in order to reconfigure your thinning patience. Taking a page from Akaashi’s book, you knew getting snippy with Bokuto while he was in this state would only worsen it, so you approached cautiously.
“Ko,” you cooed, reaching down to caress his deflated hair. He sniffled, hugging you closer in response. Gently, you pushed him far enough to see his face, wiping away the tears as you offered him a soft smile. “Look at me, do I look upset to you?”
Bokuto took a moment to search your eyes, then shook his head.
“Exactly. Which means you don’t need to be, you’ve done nothing wrong. Now stand up, I’m sure that drop hurt your knees, didn’t it?”
He sniffled once more, then nodded. Slightly embarrassed, Bokuto stumbled back up to his full height, and sure enough, his knees were red. You tsked, gesturing to your desk chair for him to sit on while you fetched an ice pack from your fridge.
“Although I appreciate the reassurance, I already knew you were on the list, babe.”
Bokuto’s head shot up from looking at the floor, mood instantly doing a one-eighty as he gaped at you in shock. “HUH? Why didn’t you say anything to me about it?”
“I didn’t think you cared,” you replied, chuckling. “It’s been up for weeks. I figured you saw it and just ignored it, or something. Besides, I’ve gotten used to people openly expressing their attraction to you, so it wasn’t anything new.”
“You shouldn’t have to get used to it! People need to respect our relationship, no matter how fantastic I am!”
You snorted, but couldn’t help the chuckle. Returning with an ice pack, you kneeled by his legs and placed the cooling relief upon the irritated skin. “Mm, you are pretty fantastic. But, I don’t mind the attention you get, Ko. Because I know I’m the lucky one who gets you all to myself.”
Bokuto beamed down at you, lower lip quivering at the praise.
Effortlessly, he swooped you up from the floor and held you in his lap, the ice pack long forgotten as it slipped out your hands. With a loving squeeze, Bokuto nuzzled into the side of your neck, forcing soft giggles out of you from the ticklish feeling as you hugged him back. You felt so warm in his embrace, and he smelled like home. Even if you’d never say such corny things out loud, the way you melted in his arms was enough for him to know exactly how you felt; it was mutual.
"Plus, you can get a bit intense. They wouldn't last the night."
"Hey, hey, hey, you got that right," Bokuto grinned, smugly. "No one could ever handle me as well as you do, baby owl..." he purred, warm breath fanning over the skin of your shoulder, signaling goosebumps up your arms. You hummed in thought, snuggling in closer, whilst also not-so-accidentally grinding back against the flag pole in his sweats. He grunted, hips jerking upward in surprise.
"Hm, I dunno. It's been a while, I may have forgotten how."
Bokuto chuckled at the tease, the vibrations deep within his chest as he squeezed you a little tighter. You bit your lip to hold in your giddiness as his large hands began to wander, feeling a different kind of warmth as he began to overwhelm your senses. Trailing wet kisses from your shoulder to the side of your face, he playfully nipped at your cheek, eliciting a tiny squeal from you as you wiggled in his hold. And doing so only made you grind back on him even more.
His breathing grew heavier with each passing second, letting out a guttural groan before he flipped you around, making you straddle him. To anyone else, experiencing his sudden mood changes would've given them whiplash. Just moments prior, he'd been on his knees, crying with his head buried in your stomach like it was the end of the world. Now, he looked about five seconds from being on his knees for a different reason. For you, it was just another Wednesday.
"That so? How 'bout I remind you then?"
KUROO thought the list was the most hilarious thing to ever occur on campus, hands down one of his go-to's for entertainment when he’s bored.
Like right now.
The lecture dragged on for what felt like forever, the professor mumbling about absolutely nothing of value as everyone in the class busied themselves with whatever would keep them awake. Some played games on their laptops pretending to take notes, while others blatantly chatted with their deskmates.
With an airpod in, Kuroo had you on facetime in the corner of his screen so that you could keep each other company while he scrolled through social media, and you put away dishes. You tried to convince him to leave the class early, "Clearly you aren't paying attention, so you might as well."
"Unfortunately, he only counts attendance if you sign your name on the exit sheet at the very end of the lecture. So leaving early's out of the question." He muttered. You hummed in understanding, then chortled.
"Oh. Sucks to be you, then."
Kuroo glared half-heartedly at you, but it completely softened at the sound of your laughter, despite it being at his expense. He kissed his teeth after checking the time, mildly annoyed that he still had less than ten minutes. “Why’d you even take the course if you couldn’t care less about it?”
“I needed another elective. And…Kenma was the one who recommended it. Said it’d be an easy pass.”
“And you believed him?” Cue another round of your laughter.
He grumbled, off-screen for you but clearly pouting as he chose to ignore your question. No matter, his silence was answer enough.
With a mere shake of your head, you continued putting away dishes on your end. Kuroo, on the other hand, found himself stumbling upon something that perked him up instantly. After refreshing the feed for more mindless content, the user-handle he knew all too well showed itself like a beacon of hope, beckoning him with the promise of filling the next ten minutes with something way more interesting than…whatever this class was about.
@/FckIt22.
After the last fiasco with Bokuto, then later on Kenma, the ravenette contemplated blocking them. As golden as those situations were, something told him that deep down he could be next. But, it was days like this he was glad he didn’t. His boredom was becoming unbearable…and it was so tempting. What harm could it do to look at this one little upda—“HAH?!”
‘Tetsurou Kuroo. 6’2ft gentleman that you’d proudly take home to mom, and even get your father’s approval. With his charm and roguish good looks, it's no wonder his reputation screams 'playboy'. But, he can’t fool me. I know what he is. A whole SUB, no sandwich. I’m sure being as tall as he is, and how he carries himself, people automatically assume he’s a Dom. False. If you’re looking to be dominated, keep looking. Kuroo wants to be babied, told he’s a good boy, and edged until he nearly passes out. Definitely a little brat, but his hair defies gravity for a reason, PULL ON IT. Boss him around, take control, and watch him literally melt in your hands. 8/10 because he's also a stubborn mofo. Literally would pay to see this man cry from overstimulation ugh.’
Kuroo shot out of his seat, practically piercing right through the air of humdrum. He not only startled you, but the entire lecture hall including the professor. Comically slapping a hand over his mouth, Kuroo’s face immediately began to burn from not only his outburst but also at the fact that his karma came way sooner than he was prepared for...
He wanted nothing more than for the ceiling to collapse on him and him only.
“Tetsu?? Are you okay, what happened?? Hello??”
"U-Uh, I'll call you back." He squeaked, double-tapping his airpod to end the call.
The professor crossed his arms, "Mr. Tetsurou. I understand that my lecture may not be the most enjoyable part of your day, but I would appreciate it if you endured it for just," the professor checks his watch, "six more minutes. Is that alright with you?"
Before he could even open his mouth to give an excuse, a chorus of vibrations, dings, and whistles from various phones instantly made the business major shrivel up. Next thing he knew, what used to be a room full of the undead was now livelier than ever before. Kuroo could feel every single one of their searing gazes; like being an insect under a microscope.
"Bro, this you?" A student sitting behind him leaned forward, phone in hand as he shoved it in Kuroo's face. The picture stared back at him, smugly grinning and shirtless as he ironically thirst-trapped the camera. Out of all the pictures…
He internally cringed. "U-Uhh..."
"Please, everyone settle down, so we can continue-" The professor attempted to redirect focus, but he had already lost it way before all this happened. A few more students jumped straight into bombarding him with questions, eager to push for more info now that this supposed new side of him had been revealed.
“Whoa, how much of this is true??”
“Kuroo-san, I’ll happily baby you!~”
“Aw man, thought for sure you’d be the type to take control, not give it up. What a bummer. No offense.”
He absolutely took offense to that.
With no help from the professor, as he tried and failed to recollect everyone's attention, Kuroo thought of the next best course of action to get him out of this sticky situation. Jumping out a two-story window didn't sound so bad, and the broken bones would be a great distraction from the suffocating feeling of public humiliation.
In the midst of all the theories and queries being thrown at him from every angle, his phone went off multiple times. Mostly from you, but the rest were no doubt the groupchat clowning him once they caught wind of the news. The guys weren't gonna let him live this one down, that's for certain. And to make matters worse...he still had four long minutes left in the class.
He exhaled, "Should've blocked 'em when I had the chance..."
Gathering up his stuff, Kuroo used his long legs to evade the ever-growing crowd of prodding students, all most likely not even caring about the post itself, but more so just wanting to kill class time; he refused to be a scapegoat.
Marching right up to the professor, who gave up trying to round up the class, the rooster-head mustered up the most pathetic look possible to evoke sympathy outta the wrinkly man. "Hey, so uh… may I please be excused a little early for this one time, sir? I'd really hate to be such a distraction from your insightful lecture-"
"Just go, Mr. Tetsurou." Didn't need to tell him twice.
As soon as he made it to your dorm, you could imagine his shock that his friends were already there, waiting as if they knew he'd come running straight to you. You offered him a teasing grin, shrugging as you said, “They came for…emotional support.”
He didn't know if he was mortified or mortified—Yaku, Yamamoto, Bokuto, Akaashi, hell, even Kenma rolled out of bed, wrapped in a blanket burrito and all, just to see the look on his best friend's face. He grinned, sardonically, then patted the empty spot on the couch right next to him. "Welcome to the club. We've been expecting you."
Oh, he was definitely blocking that godforsaken list now. And finding a new elective.
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fearless.
peter parker x reader
masterlist
word count : 901
warnings : none :) just happiness.
summary : swinging with peter. — not that swinging you perv. web-swinging (bad joke.)
i did write this with insomniac’s peter in mind but any one of them can work here!!
“No.”
“What? Why?” Peter pouted at yet another decline of his offer, his bottom lip sticking out.
“Don’t make that face. You can’t convince me into this one.”
Peter’s been trying to talk you into swinging across the city with him for a long time now, ever since he had first told you about his alter ego.
You absolutely refused.
“Okay, 1. You know how I get with heights,” He rolled his eyes as you continued, “2. What if you let go of me? I mean, how am I supposed to even hold on?”
“I would nev-” He motioned his arms to form an X.
“Hush, I wasn’t finished. And 3. What if someone sees us? Then I’ll really be in danger. All of your “fangirls” would come for me.”
“Very valid reasons, honey. I love the way you argue with me to get your way every time,” He sarcastically remarked.
“Whatever, Pete. I’m sorry I don’t wanna die early,” You crossed your arms and let out a hmph.
“You saying you wouldn’t die for me?” He put one hand on his heart, pretending he was hurt by your comment.
You didn’t answer, the best you could do was stay quiet and ignore his antics. No way in hell would you go swinging with him, no matter how hard he’d tried to persuade you.
“Oh, so now you’re ignoring me.” He took a step to close the space between you, “I’m sorry, honey.”
“What?” You raised an eyebrow, and turned to face him, “For what?”
“For this.”
He grabbed your waist and hoisted you onto his hip, “Hold on tight,” He smirked as he pulled his mask down.
“Peter,” He ignored you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to grip onto him as tightly as possible.
“Peter, I swear to God if you ju-”
He ignored your warning, and jumped off of your apartment building’s rooftop.
As you were free falling, you screwed your eyes shut completely. You would’ve screamed, if it weren’t for the fact you were focusing on trying to securely wrap yourself onto your boyfriend.
You heard his web shooter make a thwip noise as you felt yourself floating upwards now. And downwards again.
“Open your eyes, honey.” Peter whispered, he seemed so relaxed. On the other hand, your stomach was still doing flips.
You peeked one eye open, and were immediately in awe.
New York has never looked so beautiful.
The sun was setting, and was peeping through the many buildings along the horizon. Each building had so many little squares of lights, from their windows.
“It’s amazing,” You let out a breathy laugh, and looked over at Peter through his mask.
“Is this what you see everyday?” You beamed, if you weren’t as high in the air as you were, you would’ve been jealous of him.
“Yeah,” He let out a breath, “This is why I’ve wanted you here. This is what I’ve wanted you to see.” He looked back at you.
“Eyes on the road, don’t let us crash. Please.”
“Okay, okay,” He laughed.
He started to swing a little higher, and you couldn’t decide if you wanted it to be over or not. It was breath-taking, but terrifying.
He aimed at the roof of a building, and stuck the landing, luckily.
You still had your legs wrapped around his waist, and your arms locked around his neck. Whether you were on stable grounds or not, it was still high up.
“You can let go now, honey, I promise it’s okay. We’re done, now.” He reassured you as he giggled at you still being scared.
“I’m okay, after that, I don’t even think I can trust the ground. How did you do that?” You made eye contact with him through his mask.
“Do what?” He cocked his head to the side.
“Hold onto me for so long! While swinging!” You widened your eyes at him.
“Super-strength, sweetie,” He winked with the eye of his mask. You almost hit him, he was so corny. But he was so adorable.
“Peter!” You were in a fit of giggles.
“Did you have fun?” He pulled his mask up just enough so you could see his lips and the tip of his nose.
“Yeah, somewhat,” You let go of him, finally. “But don’t you ever — and I mean ever — surprise me like that again.” You made your face all serious, to show you really meant business.
“Alright, alright. I’ll try and warn you in advance next time,” He stuck his hands in the air, as a surrender.
He was so cute, you thought.
“I love you,” You smiled at him and stood on your tiptoes as you leaned into his face.
“I love you, too.” He leaned into you, and kissed you.
You wrapped your hands around his neck, as he grabbed one of your cheeks and the back of your head.
Ending the kiss early, you pulled away and brought him into a hug, swaying him back and forth.
“My place?”
“Sure,” He smirked.
“No. We’re walking this time.” You took a step back. He didn’t stop smirking.
“Peter- No, please!” You begged him as you both laughed.
He grabbed onto you and jumped before you could let go.
You hated him for a moment, but as soon as you felt his grip on you, you forgave him immediately.
Swinging isn’t so bad, but you wouldn’t tell him that.
just a short lil fluff for yall. i’m so addicted to playing spiderman again and i just can’t stop writing. 😗
(john bubniak marry me)
hopefully you all enjoyed!!
likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!! 💗💗
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I’ve been thinking about the post-canon digital world arc for this au. I don’t know if this will ever be officially I’m just playing with some concepts right now.
But some of the DM crew and some of the GX crew are pulled into a digital world and forced to use the deck master style of dueling.
Here are the pairings I’m playing with (this is after the Gx crew knows Jaden’s identity as Jaden Moto.
Yugi and Jaden - Yugi, upon realizing that they are in a digital world and will be using deck masters again and dueling for their lives, makes a mad dash for his son. He’s been through this song and dance before. He knows they are about to be split up. Right as the ground opens up below Jaden’s feet Yugi tackles the kid and the two go down together. He’s sat on the sidelines for to long. If these people want to attack his son then they are getting both of them.
Atem and Jim - this one might seem out of left field. But I wanted so weird pairings. I think Jim is calm and collected and him and Atem would mash well together. They handle business and keep moving forward. Jim is also someone who will give his all to help his friends and is very loyal to Jaden. Both traits earn him Atem’s full approval.
Seto and Chazz - Chazz is determined to impress Seto Kaiba. (He’s basically already family but he’s never got to duel along side Seto and this is a big deal) however he needs up with Ojama Yellow as his deck master through their usual shenanigans. (He loves to Ojamas but he’s trying to show off here) but they do turn out to be quite helpful especially when paired with Kaiba’s crush card. I can also see them having a cool moments since they both play XYZ canon cards.
Joey and Jesse - these two are having a blast. The Crystal beast are out and roasting every opponent that comes towards them and Joey is loving these spirits. It takes a bit to get their decks to sync up but over all the two are having a great time. There is a little stress because Joey has seen what Jaden will do if anything happens to Jesse. But he quickly forgets that worry because who’s taking down Joey Wheeler? Nobody that’s who. They spend most of the time talking about Jaden and Joey roasting any opponent sparing the Crystal beast to join in.
Tristian and Axel - Tristian is a weak duelist and while he’s learned quite a bit over the years he’s still not a duelist. I wanted to pair him with someone strong. Both are fighters. Tristan is always willing to through hands. They are also to characters who are willing to make the sacrifice play. (Tristan more that Axel) Axel is also super intense and not every character from DM would be able to play off that. While Tristan is giddy he can also buckle down and get things done.
Téa and Alexis - while I don’t normally like “pair the girls together cause they’re girls” but I think Alexis deserves to be with another girl for once. Also I think the character work here could be really fun. Alexis misses her friends (this is probably the first time they have all gotten together since the tournament arc) she’s struggling with her desire for things to go back to the way they were and her need to move towards the future. She started to learn this lesson with Jaden in their final year, but I think talking with Téa and learning how friendships change over time but that doesn’t mean they are gone. Friendships also require both sides to put in an effort. There is a lot of growth to be had
Mokuba and Hasselberry - honestly this is probably the weakest pairing. Mokuba has been head of torments for years now and Hasselberry has just graduated. Hasselberry is a charge ahead break down all obstacles kind of person, while Mokuba is a lot more meticulous. He’s used to dealing with long game business buyouts. He can duel well but not at a professional level. He does however know the rules inside and out. I can see them having a great moment when Hasselberry want to charge ahead in their duel only for Mokuba to slow him down. Pointing out a super obscure rule that leads to a winning combo. They are opposites that work well together
Duke and Atticus - the “pretty boys” of their series. Defiantly putting on a show every time they have to duel. When they meet up with the others everyone is a little haggard from their experience and then these to strut out like runway models
Serenity and Aster - once again this might be a strange pair but hear me out. Serenity, while far more knowledgeable than she was in battle city, is still not a duelist. Pairing her with a pro makes sense. Also Aster is a gentleman, he also loves being a hero. I can see him trying to duel for both of them and trying to protect Miss Serenity. (Although doing so might put him in over his head) Serenity is also nowhere near the Novices she was in the digital world arc in season 3. She has a working deck. She just doesn’t play on the level of Joey, Yugi, Atem, and Seto. I like the idea of her also having a fusion deck. Maybe one themed around angels.
Again right now this is just an idea. Let me know if you think any other pairs would be fun. I’m open to some changes.
I also need to figure out everyone’s deck masters.
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Speaking of female characters in The Outsiders, what do you all think their clothing styles and personality would be like? Characters we’ve read about or watched in the movie, what kind of depth do you think their characters have? I’ll try to give an idea of what I think. I also will say I don’t like a decent percent of the female characters bc of things they’ve been described to have done. Although Angela is the MVP we love her. @nexternalknowsthingz @thatonetotaldramaguy weigh in on this in curious.
Cherry: A girl a really tries to please both sides, can come off as arrogant and selfish but is forced to go along with what she is told (Socs forcing her to treat Greacers like trash). She although has a fiery side to her and has a big belief in her moral values (stuck up for Ponyboy at the drive in) she’s not perfect but I think she definitely tries and has good heart. 6/10 (God I hate her a lot though 😭)
Clothes:
Marcia: A genuine girl, shes very shy and polite. She can be sassy but also classy. Definitely also defends her friends like Cherry and is a real girls girl. Definitely also keeps out of trouble, she doesn’t trash Greasers but can believe some can be erratic or spontaneous into doing bad behavior. Doesn’t condone it but doesn’t make you feel bad for it. 8/10
Clothes:
Beverly: Now, forgive on this, but haven’t seen the musical so I don’t her personality at all. But she seems like she would take no shit. Think of Bubbles from the Powerpuff Girls. Very demure, very mindful, but will bust you right up side the head if she thinks you acting up. I can also see her being a bit of a toxic friend who uses people as stepping stones. 3/10
Clothes:
Evie: Steve’s gf. Not much is told about her in both the in the book and movie but let’s be real, she’s dating Steve. (I personally ship Soda and Steve but if we’re going cannon…) I definitely she a loving girl but someone who can PARTYYYY! A friend who would give the most amazing advice, definitely the girl who like knows what you like before you telling her, example:
Evie: “What you want to eat?”
Friend: “Idk I’ve never ate here before.”
Evie: “I bet you’d like (random food and drink combo)
You order it and you fucking love it. She understands ur taste. 10/10
Clothes:
Sylvia: Oooo hold me back I’m gonna beat this girl up. Similar to Beverly but way more toxic and isn’t afraid to show. Bev would work behind backs and in the shadows, but Sylvia would just be a brat and absolutely bitch to your face. She wants to demolish your self esteem. Katy Perry’s song Hot and Cold (idk I don’t listen to Katy Perry lol could be the wrong song name). Like one minute she could be super sweet but then tear you down the next. Constantly keeps you on your toes and gaslights you till you cook
S/O (Prob past Dallas): “Hey I’m leaving to hang out with my friends.”
Sylvia: “You never talked about them, who are they? Where are you going?”
S/O: “I talked about hanging out with them this morning.”
Sylvia: “No you didn’t, stop lying. Maybe you should get your brain checked because you’ve mentioned them before. Are you gonna go cheat on me with them?” Etc. Not a good time, -10/10
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Sandy: Well, she’s not good either. Definitely a little spoiled. Would def manipulate Soda into believing he was a bad bf bc he didn’t do one really small thing for her like pull her chair out in a restaurant for her. 😒 Miss literally cheated, got pregnant and left Soda. (Or Soda got her pregnant? Can’t remember lol) But I feel overall she’s very bratty and not fun to be around. 3/10
Clothes:
Angela: This bitch! WE LOVE HER!!!!!!!! Comes in clutch. Someone talking shit about someone she loves, smack to the face. Don’t like the way ur acting, ear gets pulled. She wouldn’t do this unprovoked either, like she would need good reasons. Def a lover to her friends and a fighter to her enemies. I also believe that she’s into exercise or weight lifting. Honestly in my opinion def the energetic on steroids version of Evie. 1000/10
Clothes:
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on the technical side of things, maybe armand is intersex. he was often described as being beautiful like a girl! he couldve been born with a boys body but as he got older and hit puberty, perhaps he had a hormone disorder he didn't know about/coupled with sexual trauma/being turned he never really got to go through a full hrt puberty.
i know armand slept with numerous vampires in his coven, but he DOES have a tendency to not fuck human beings. maybe vampires CAN get pregnant, but they need a living counter part to make it work. immortal children are banned under vampire law, so i can see why female vampires aren't having children of their own (for fear of their child/them dying/the child being unable to progress physically or mentally) but wouldn't it just be like armand to be pregnant and not know until it's too late to do anything with?
or he gets pregnant and daniels the first to recognize the symptoms? the eating, the mood swings, how feral he's gotten during sex. i assume it would be jarring to wake up and find your vampire boyfriend projectile vomiting the 70 units of blood he gorged on 3 hours prior.
INTERSEX ARMAND!! YES!! The vampires of the vampire chronicles have always defied gender in its social ways but to have it completely blur binaries of biological sex is so so good, they already have so many differences to their biology and anatomy its not too much of a stretch.
And you’re right, armand is always described as being very androgynous, and bringing that along with his limited memories of his youth and the trauma that he went through, he could very well be intersex and not even realise it, though lack of memory or some other factor. I love exploration of Armand’s gender identity a lot due to his lack of self identity in general, I’ve considered genderfluid armand before and even transgender armand (t4t devils minion… real) but intersex is a new concept to me that’s super fascinating.
(shout out to that one fic where armand IS alice because he can literally change his gender and sex at will btw been thinking about that since i read it… very good very delicious very gender)
On logistics of vampire specific pregnancy, i also agree that one participant must be a living human, i doubt that vampires can get one another pregnant (both being dead things, as well as the law to not create vampire children). I think male vampires who do sleep with human women (cough cough, lestat) would be able to get them pregnant, and that human men can get vampires pregnant too. Someone has to be alive to create life in this scenario.
Who knows if these pregnancies would be entirely viable without specific requirements. Would the fetus need blood in-utero if half-vampire?? or is the baby just human as its created with living dna regardless? how does the vampire reproductive system work?? if their hearts still pump blood and their lungs still breathe, and their brains are still alive, their reproductive system may still be functioning even if other processes shut down? Iirc the VC universe later established that vampirism is kind of like a ghost-alien parasite infecting a dead human body but keeping some parts of it living. maybe this does include reproduction, I think all grounds of logic went out when we first got to aliens.
In the tv-show universe (in which im basing this crazy au), the vampires can have sex (though they could not in the books), so this implies a working reproductive system.
Anyway yeah! I think intersex Armand COULD be getting pregnant here. Admittedly I’m not super familiar with intersex people and how this would work but I’d love to learn more and it’s definitely a way of getting mpreg to work here. I think im too scared to commit to omegaverse so this is a very fun dynamic and solution.
On to the other parts of this ask as I have gone on a bit, Armand does seem the type to neglect his own wellbeing to the point he doesn’t realise he’s pregnant until months along when there is little to be done, but I also think he wouldn’t want anything to be done. He might not have very good experience or track record with children or kid-vampires (see claudia), but he would love the evidence of love from daniel. It’s a part of daniel and a part of him, I think he’d be obsessed with that, that they can bring something that is alive and good and both of them to the world.
The idea of daniel realising like “oh my vampire boyfriend is actually very strangely, almost like he’s ill, but vampires can’t get ill! It’s weird it’s like when Alice was pregnant with… Oh! oh that’s it. okay.”
thank you for the ask this was very interesting.
#vampire mpreg talks because thats my life now#iwtv#armand#amc iwtv#the vampire chronicles#devils minion#tvc#interview with the vampire
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Sweet Relief // JTK
Pairing: Jake x reader Warning: Smut (minors avoid like your life depends on it), swearing, teasing, oral, penetrative, probably missed something so let me know. Author's Note: Super late finishing this so bare with me.
Summary: Suggesting an ice bath to relieve Jake's aching muscles and joints turns into a challenge and a dirty little game.
He groans as he falls onto the couch and drapes his arm over his face. You glance up from your book, your eyebrows peaked in curiosity. “Everything okay?” You ask. He shakes his head. “What’s bothering you?”
“My feet..” He grumbles. “My knees.. My back..”
You giggle and lower your book. “I told you, you need to stop fucking your guitar so much on stage. You’re screwing up your joints when you do that.”
“But it’s fun..”
‘It’s fun until you throw your back out.” Closing your book, you stand up from the chair and walk over to the couch. “How does an ice bath sound? I heard it is supposed to help relieve sore muscles.”
He peeks out from beneath his arm. “I’ve never done one before.”
“Well you can try it now. I’ll go buy ice while you relax here.”
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Coming back home with several bags of ice, you carry them upstairs to the bathroom and dump them into the tub as you run cold water to fill it. “Jake!” You call down to him. “Come upstairs!”
A slow ten minutes later, he staggers into the bathroom and leans against the doorframe of the bathroom. Walking over to him, you help him get undressed leaving him only in his underwear. He stretches out his arms allowing his bones to crack in his back.
“My god, maybe a massage will help too.” You say directing him to the tub.
“Are you sure this will help?” He says as he bends over to the tub.
“You never know unless you try it.” You say. “Now get in.”
Slowly dipping his left foot into the tub, he winces at the cold sting of the icey cold water. He grabs hold of the edges of the tub as he lifts his other foot over the ledge and dips into the water.
“I’m not liking this..” He grumbles as he slowly lowers himself into the ice.
He hisses as his lower half sinks into the water. His eyebrows creased together and his lips pursed as he groaned. “Fuck, this is cold..”
Slowly he rests down in the tub with the water up to his chest. You can see his nipples harden from the harsh cold water. He catches you staring as a smirk covers his face.
“What are you staring at?” He says, catching your attention. You feel your face flush as you quickly turn your head away. You hear him chuckle. “How long do I have to stay here for?” He asks.
“Fifteen minutes, or as long as you can handle. Though I bet you can’t stay in there that long.”
“Is that a challenge?”
You turn back to face him. “Do you think you can last fifteen minutes in that ice bath?”
“Oh I’m sure I can.”
“Alright,” You say, crossing your arms over your chest. “If you lose you have to stop fucking your guitar every night on stage.”
“That’s so unfair.” He says. “They love it when I go hard with my playing.”
“Yeah, I don’t think it’s just your playing that goes hard..” You say, an eyebrow raising making him laugh.
“Fine.. If I win, I still get to fuck into my guitar and–”
“There’s an ‘and’?” You say. He nods his head. “So what exactly would this ‘and’ entail?”
“You’ll find out when I make it the full fifteen minutes.”
You slowly nod your head and grab your phone. You set a timer for fifteen minutes and place it on the counter top of the sink. –
Slowly the minutes tick by and you can see Jake growing more and more uncomfortable. He shifts his body within the ice water as he scrunches up his face. A sly smirk grows on your face as your anticipation for him to give up grows along with it. You sit there on the sink swinging your legs when your phone beeps with an alert.
Jake’s eyes fly open, his body tensing. “Am I done?”
You giggle and shake your head. “Just Josh texting. He wants to know if we still want to meet up with him tomorrow for dinner.”
Jake groans as his body drops in disappointment. This was absolutely killing him. Part of him wanted to jump out of the water and just accept the loss but the other part of him wanted to win. He wanted to keep screwing around on stage because he loved teasing you, and it was a show for the fans. He laughs at all the comments they make about him practically fucking his guitar when he gets lost in a trance while playing a solo. Plus if he wins, he definitely has a plan up his sleeve. One that benefits both you and him.
As you watch him growing increasingly more uncomfortable, you notice how his face begins to contort and he throws his head back against the edge of the tub.
“What are you doing?” You ask.
“Trying to distract myself.” He says taking a deep breath and exhaling it.
“You’re imagining it, aren’t you?” He nods his head.
You glance down at your phone. Five more minutes. You so desperately wanted to win just to taunt him and tease him while he's on stage knowing he won’t be allowed to use his guitar to get himself off. Though you really wanted to find out what that sneaky asshole had planned up his sleeve.
He’s stubborn and he commits to it when he wants something. His knuckles are gripping the edges of the tub, practically turning white. His jaw is clenched so tightly you think it may just break. But he sure is determined to win this bet.
Your phone beeps alerting you that the timer finished. You sigh and climb off the sink.
“Am I done now?” He asks.
“Yes, you’re done.”
“Thank fuck…” He quickly pulls himself out of the tub and grabs the nearest towel to wrap around him. He sighs with content as he soaks in the warmth of the cloth fabric.
“How do you feel?”
“Relieved..” He says. “Relieved to be out of that water and relieved to know that I can still screw around on stage.” He gives you a smug smile before sliding past you and leaving the bathroom.
“So what’s your big plan?” You say as you follow behind him.
He shrugs his shoulders. “You’ll find out.”
“Oh come on, you said I’d find out when you made it the full fifteen minutes, and you did.”
“Mmhmm…” Jake hums as he climbs onto the bed. “But… I’ve changed my mind…”
You drop your hands with a loud slap on your thighs. “Jake…” You whine. “You can’t do that.”
“Who said so?” He says as he curls up into a ball under the covers and slightly shivers.
“Jacob, please tell me..”
He shakes his head and flips over onto his stomach. “I’m making you wait.” He mumbles against the pillow.
Climbing into the bed, you straddle his back and rest your head on his shoulder. “Please?”
“Nope..”
“Pleeeeeease? Please please please?” You beg as you sit back up and push on his back.
His body shakes beneath you as he laughs. “You’re acting like a child.”
“Please tell me..” You slide down his thighs and pull the covers with you. “I’ll shut up if you do.”
“Not happening.”
You huff and rest back against your knees. Slowly you slide your hands beneath the covers and under his waist.
“Babe.. You touching me is not going to change my mind.”
“Oh I’m sure it will.” You say as you wrap your hands around his cock. You feel him tense so you slowly begin to stroke his length. “I know you Jake.. You can’t resist it.”
His fists clench around the pillow as he buries his face into the fluff. He squirms around your touch, his feet digging into the mattress. Leaning over his back you press your lips to the back of his ear.
“Come on Jake..”
You continue to stroke his length. His body shifts beneath you and grumbles muffled words again into the pillow. Suddenly one of his hands shoots down to his core and he grabs your hand halting your movements.
He lifts his head and looks over his shoulder at you. “You keep it up, I won’t ever tell you.”
You groan and pull your hand away before flopping onto your back on the bed beside him. “You’re such an ass.”
He snorts and turns his head to look at you. “But you still love me.”
“It’s debatable at the moment.” You say crossing your arms over your chest. He chuckles before burying his face into the pillows again.
–Two Months Later–
It’s been two months since Jake won the challenge. And two months since he decided to keep you waiting for his plan.
Tour picked up again for the summer, which means Jake is right back to screwing around on stage and making a show of himself. Something he’s been relishing in for the last two weeks of shows.
But tonight.. Tonight finally worked in your favor. You watched from the wings as Jake fell into his trance during one of his solos.
His hips thrusting into his guitar as he muttered a string of curse words and phrases under his breath. You could tell he was doing it to not only get you worked up but to relieve himself. He’s been avoiding any sexual intimacy between the two of you and you knew that not only was it frustrating him but it was also a part of his plan. A plan you still had no clue about.
After his solo comes to an end, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he pulls himself down from his high, you notice he’s clutching his guitar closer to his pelvis. He definitely released himself inside of his pants and he doesn’t want it to show.
He glances up in your direction, catching your gaze. His eyes aren’t full of joy with being on stage, it’s full of frustration and lust. He can’t last any longer playing his own silly little game.
When the show ended and the boys exited the stage, you made sure to be in Jake’s dressing room when he came in. Not even five minutes after stepping inside the room, the door is slammed shut and rough hands grab your wrists and pin them above your head to the nearest wall. Jake’s face is right up against yours. You can feel his hot breath blowing on your face, his lips softly brushing against yours.
“Are you finally going to fill me in on your plan?” You say. “Though I have a pretty good guess what it is.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He says as he presses his hips into you. You can feel his hardening cock through the fabric of his pants.
You nod your head and he smirks. He slowly grinds his hips against you. He releases your wrists allowing your arms to fall back to your sides. He walks away from you and starts to strip out of his stage clothes.
“Jake, come on,” You whine. “You’re torturing yourself. You fucking cummed in your pants on stage in front of twenty thousand people.”
“No, I’m torturing you and… I did. I bet you wish I cummed inside of you instead…” He says as he generously lays his clothes on the couch.
“Remember when I said you were an ass that night two months ago?”
“Mmhmm..”
“You still are.” You push your body off the wall and walk over to the couch to retrieve your phone and wallet.
“Where are you going?”
“To the hotel.” You say walking back to the door. “That is unless you have something else in mind?”
Jake shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders. “Nope..”
“Like I said.. You’re an ass.” You say pulling open the door and leaving him in the dressing room.
Jake shakes his head as he laughs to himself. He has you right where he wants you. Torturing you. Making you ache and itch for his touch.
A knock comes on the door as he pulls up his pants. “Yeah?” He calls as he buttons his pants and pulls up the zipper.
Josh pokes his head inside the door. “Dare I ask why (Y/N) left here in such a mood? I asked her if she wanted to go out with us for drinks and she huffed and rolled her eyes at me. She never does that.”
Jake laughs and grabs his shirt off the couch. “Just playing a little game..”
Josh grimaces. “I hate that I asked.”
Jake shrugs his shirt on and fixes his hair. “I won a bet so I’ve been torturing her for the past couple months.”
“Ahh, is that why you practically fucked your guitar again tonight?” Jake nods his head. Josh groans and shakes his head. “Why do you do this?”
Jake snorts. “Because it’s fun.” He slips on his shoes. “Oh and I’m not going out tonight for drinks,” He says, grabbing his jacket and phone. “Tonight I’m gonna–”
Josh holds up his hand, halting Jake from finishing his sentence. “I don’t want to know.” He says, shaking his head and walking back to the door. “Just tread carefully. She’s pissed.”
Jake smirks. “Oh I know.” –
Unlocking the door to the hotel room, Jake steps inside and immediately kicks off his shoes and tosses his jacket onto the couch. Slipping into the bedroom he finds you already curled up in bed and asleep. Smiling to himself, he goes over to the bed and sits down on the opposite side and begins to undress.
Slipping underneath the covers, he rolls himself over until he’s practically smothering you. You groan and push his face away from yours.
“Get off of me, fat ass.”
Jake laughs and presses his lips to your neck and gently sucks on your skin. You feel him begin to grind against your body. Your eyes fly open to look at him when you realize he’s fully naked.
“Don’t fuck around with me, Jacob.”
He hums against your neck and lifts his head. “I promise you, this game is over.” He says.
You perk up, your eyes glowing as a smile spreads across your face. “Really?” He nods his head and moves down your body while leaving kisses and sucking lightly on your skin. He dips beneath the covers and pulls your underwear down before spreading your legs.
You moan when you feel his tongue flick against your clit. “Oh sweet jesus..” You moan as you dig your fingers into his hair. He kneads his fingers into your hips as works his tongue through your folds. Your hips buck instinctively into his face as inserts his index finger. “Fuck, Jake..” His humming against your sensitive skin makes your toes curl and your back arch.
The more he glided his finger in and out of you as he lapped up your arousal, you could feel the heat burning in your core. Another moan slips through your teeth as you chew on your bottom lip. But you weren’t going to give in to him so easily. You have to fight it. Give him a taste of his own medicine.
Releasing your fingers from his hair, you gently nudge him away. He crawls out from underneath the covers and gives you a look of confusion as you pull your underwear back up. “What the hell?” He says pushing his hair out from in front of his face.
“I’m tired..” You say rolling over onto your side.
“You’re tired?”
You nod your head and make yourself comfortable against the pillows. “Do you mind shutting the lights off?”
“But.. You.. And I.. I was going to..” He sighs and leans back on his knees. “You’re fucking with me, right?”
You shake your head. “Can’t fuck you when I’m tired.”
“Is this payback for me messing with you?” He says. You shrug your shoulders. “What do you mean ‘you don’t know’?” He hovers over top of you. “I know I pissed you off and I’m sorry..” He sprinkles kisses along your jawline before pressing them gingerly to your lips. He feels you start to kiss back. Your lips move in sync and he pokes his tongue inside your mouth asking for permission. You open your mouth and allow him to glide his tongue inside. He pulls away shortly after. “Too tired, pfft..”
“I can’t take it anymore!” You exclaim. “Please please please, I need you.. I want you..”
Repeating his actions from before, he pulls off your underwear and tosses them to the floor. Grabbing hold of your hips, he flips over onto your stomach. “Up on your knees.” He orders. Lifting yourself onto your knees, you feel him grip your ass and press into you. He glides his cock along your folds.
“Did you enjoy the show tonight?” He asks as he slowly pushes himself inside of you. You moan out loud as he stretches you out. “Yeah you did.” He pulls out slightly before thrusting back into you eliciting a gasp from you. “I know you love it when I screw around on stage.” He snaps his hips against your ass, his fingers digging into your cheeks.
“Shit, Jake..”
His movements begin to grow faster as he becomes more comfortable. “Fuck baby, I’ve missed this.”
He wraps his hand around the back of your neck and presses you further into the mattress as he thrusts deeper into you. The sound of his thighs slapping against your ass echo through the room combined with your gasping and moaning.
“Does this feel good?”
“Mmhmm..” You mumble into the mattress.
“Excuse me?” He says pulling your head back by your hair.
“Yes, Jake.”
“Who?”
“Sir! Yes, sir..”
You can feel him twitch inside of you as your slick walls clench around him. “That’s it baby,” He says, thrusting harder and deeper. “Cum for me. I want to feel you.”
“I’m nearly there.. Harder.”
“Yeah?”
You moan in response. White fire burns in your core as your legs begin to shake. He holds you tightly and fucks you through your orgasm. You grip tightly to the sheets as you feel it rip through your veins. It wasn’t long before he reached his own orgasm. A string of curse words flowing from his mouth followed by praising you and kissing your back.
You hiss at the feeling of him pulling out of you. He gently lays you down on the bed before laying down beside you. You roll over onto your side and rest your hand on his chest. “Remember when I called you an ass?”
“Yeah..”
“I take it back..” Jake laughs. He swings his arm around your body and pulls you close. You lift your head. “I do have a question though?”
“What is it?”
“Did that ice bath help you at all?”
“Not at all.. It wasn’t even relaxing.” He says making you giggle. “You think avoiding sex for the last two months was torture? I thought my balls were going to fall off.”
“Ohh..” You groan, pulling away from him. “Way to ruin the mood.” You say climbing out of the bed.
“Well it’s true. Where are you going?”
“I’m gonna take a shower.” His eyes light up and you roll yours. “Come on Mr. Abstinence.”
#jake kiszka#greta van fleet#greta van fleet fic#jake kiszka fanfic#jake kiszka fic#greta van fleet fanfic#jake kiszka smut#smut
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tips for giving my first ever blow job? I’m super nervous and kinda know absolutely nothing and he’s not pressuring me but I really want to do it for him and kinda embarrassed to say I’ve never done this (he won’t judge at all and would probably tell me I don’t have to do this) but I wanna surprise him so pleaseeeee help me miss guru, knower of all 😭💕
Hi hon! LOL
Well, tips for anything to do with sex should all be taken with a grain of salt - even from someone with experience. Because everyone likes different things!
Every guy I've ever given a blow job to has loved it. From the first to the last - when I had no experience to now being well versed in what my SO likes. You probably can't go wrong with however you go about it.
I think guys (usually) just like a blow job no matter what. Take it slow, get him wet with your tongue and spit. I've never had a guy tell me not to spit on him or make it messy (in fact they usually like that a lot). Use your hand at the base where you can't fit the whole erect penis in your mouth so you're not choking (after you've given a few blowjobs you can practice going deeper on him if you want but a lot of women don't enjoy that - you might though). Pay attention to his cues.
The tip is super sensitive- like the whole tip. Use your hand along the shaft (make sure it's wet with saliva) and focus on the tip with your mouth and tongue. Try to avoid getting your teeth on the skin but a tiny bit won't hurt (like don't let the idea of your teeth getting on the skin deter you too much - it'll be okay).
There's a spot between the anus and his scrotum - a smooth short 1 inch section of skin (this is called the perineum - google so you can see approximately the location) that feels very good to press just a tiny bit - rub it and be careful with it, but touch it and see what he does. This is a trick I've used when I need the guy to come because my jaw is tired and he's taking too long 😂
Just have fun, though!!! Make it wet, laugh, use your hands and your mouth and touch that little spot (even cup his balls - he'll probably like that too) and you'll be good to go!
xoxo
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Wishes - Mario x Geno One-Shot
Every day, since the Star left, Mario would talk to the night sky. About what's been happening since the adventure ended, how he'd been handling life, what was new but also the same.
How he missed Geno.
How he wished he could see the Star on more time.
Fandom: Super Mario & Releated Fandoms, Super Mario RPG Rating: General Audiences Relationship: Mario/Geno (Nintendo), Additional Tags: Other characters are at least mentioned, Missing Someone, If you constantly wish will they come back?, They're gay your honor, And that's in no way a bad thing.
@nintendonut1, this one's for you. Fun little 2 hour exercise to write this up. And another 2 for typing and editing.
Link to Comic Reference.
“Um, hey Geno… It’s been about a week since you left. I hope the reconstruction of Star Road is going well. I’m kind of assuming it is. I mean, I’ve been seeing a lot of small…I don’t know, miracles happening? That’s the best way to put it, I suppose. Maybe small wishes? Either way, good moments have been happening again and I know…I know that has to be you.”
“I hope you’re okay. Mallow misses you. He’s talked to Peach and I a few times. Gaz was nice enough to give the doll to Mallow after learning what happened. And Mallow…gave it to me. Gave you to me… Said I probably needed you more than he did…”
“I really want to see you again. I know that’s a really big ask. I’m sure you’re busy. But I really, really miss you. Just…Just one more day. If you could manage that. I’ll take an hour, a minute even! Just…”
“I wish I could hold you again…”
“Hey again Geno. I’m seeing a lot more of your handy work. Only after 23 days, that’s impressive. You must be close to finishing it all up, if not already done. I mean, I’m sure you had help, it wasn’t all just you. The other Stars you were talking about helping out. You all no doubt working together to get everything finished.”
“Luigi’s still curious about you. Well, he really wants to know what it’s like to kiss a Star. B-But he also keeps asking me to retell the different portions of our adventure. How I met Mallow, what it was like working together with Bowser, how stubborn Peach is as well as how she is as a fighter.”
“How…How we met, what you’re like, your experiences while being down here. When I fell for you, the first time we kissed, what I…admire about you…”
“I think he’s trying to make sure I don’t forget about you. I mean, I never could. But…he knows how I’ve been feeling lately… He is my brother after all. He knows I miss you and…he knows I’ve not been myself. His questions…help me focus on the good times we had…”
“I wish you could meet Luigi, I think you two would get along great.”
“Hey Geno. It’s been about a month and a half since…since our adventure ended. Luigi thinks saying ‘since you left’ isn’t the best way to think about it.”
“Um, things have been going pretty well. Peach is as supportive as ever, she and Luigi have really helped me. Mallow’s done well falling into his title of prince. It helps that he has so many people supporting him.”
“We’ve finally heard from Bowser. He’s been quiet since…well, you know. He asked us to come to his keep. All three of us, if you can believe it. We were a little concerned for a moment thinking he was planning something devious. But he just wanted to show us around. Show off what he and his minions had been able to clean up and rebuild. It’s quite impressive.”
“Granted, the moment was ruined when Bowser announced he had his next plan laid out. Still, it was a rather enjoyable experience…”
“I wish you could see the progress we’ve made.”
“Hey Geno, we’re about 4ish months out. Stopped a few of Bowser’s plans. I saw your handiwork first hand. Felt lighter on a few jumps. Found a few hidden Power-Ups that shouldn’t have been there. Thank you, for that. I mean, I know you can only help if someone wishes for that boost for me. Can you…make wishes as well as grant them? Can you see me from where you are? I can’t…I don’t think I can see you. I’ve tried…”
“I wish I could just see you up in the sky.”
“Hey Geno.”
“I wish I could know that you’re doing okay.”
“Hey Geno.”
“I wish I could hear from you.”
“Hey Geno.”
“I wish I could really talk to you.”
“Hey Geno.”
“I wish you could have spent more time here.”
“Hey Geno.”
“I wish you knew how much I missed you.”
“Hey Geno…”
“I wish you could come home.”
His soul was practically singing with joy and excitement as he descended from the night sky. Fully focused on the house with the green roof lying below him.
He should probably get Mario’s attention.
But he also wanted this to be a surprise.
Oh, this was going to be so great!
He was thrilled to find an open window, easily gliding in. Excitement grows further upon finding the familiar puppet. His body. Sitting so contently on one of Mario’s shelves. Kept close to where the human slept.
Where Mario dreamed.
He hoped he was able to provide good dreams to Mario in some way.
Floating into the familiar form felt like returning to a safe space. The return of the weight of gravity welcoming as he became familiar with his limbs once more. The weight of it all providing a way of grounding him again, to tell him he was finally back and-
Geno let out a rather undignified yelp as the shelf below him collapsed. Said puppet banging his head against the wooden floor.
Ah, yes, pain. The one thing he didn’t miss.
“Ow, ow, ow…” Geno mumbled as he carefully massaged his head. Slowly moving until he was kneeling on the ground. Slowly opening his eyes, Geno took a chance to better look around the room.
Even with how dim it was, light only provided from the open doorway, he could still make out enough of what the room held. It was an overall simple layout. Two beds, each dressed with either a red or green comforter laying across each bed, sat across from each other in the room. Allowing enough space on either side for a dresser and desk.
The doorway leading out to the rest of the home that was providing the only light for the bedroom was quickly blocked by a large shadow.
Looking over found Mario standing in the doorway. Appearing both frazzled and shocked. No doubt startled by the loud crash.
Suddenly feeling self-conscious by still being on the ground, Geno swiftly got to his feet.
“Ah…sorry. I kind of wrecked your shelf.” Geno said quickly. Not sure what he should be saying at this point.
“I should’ve gotten your attention first, I was just… I was really excited to…um…”
It dawned on Geno that Mario had not moved an inch since appearing in the doorway. Gripping onto the door frame as he just stared in disbelief at the puppet.
Had Geno been a bit too hopeful in being accepted once again? That they would fall into their similar patterns as before? Has Geno been gone too long? Was Mario…upset?
“I-I know it took me a while!” Geno attempted to explain, “The work up on Star Road never ends, y’know? But…”
Even if Mario was upset. Even if Geno had missed his chance to return properly. He still needed the human to know what he’d done for the puppet.
“I’ve always heard them,” Geno choked out, hands pressed to his chest. The familiar feeling of tears spilling from his eyes, his throat tight as if stuffed with cotton. “All those words, for me to… To come home… I’ve heard every last one. To see you again, to see all that you’ve talked about, it sounds so wonderful…”
Geno’s eyes flickered down, “I just hope I’m not to late-”
The puppet tensed as he felt warmth pressed to his cheek. Eyes snapping back up to find that Mario had moved much closer. The human now looks back in absolute shock. Geno doing his very best to not melt into the touch as Mario’s thumbs gently brushed across his cheeks.
“N-No way…” Mario eventually whispered out, “Am I dreaming? Is this real?”
“Is it really you, Geno?”
The puppet was absolutely stunned at how happy, how joyful, how relieved Mario sounded. The worry he felt about the quiet before completely gone with how radiant Mario now looked at him.
Letting out a relieved laugh, Geno replied with, “Y-Yeah, that’s me! Let’s get this show on the road, right?”
He faltered slightly as tears started to silently fall from Mario’s eyes. Unable to ask if he was alright before being pulled into a tight hug. Mario calling out the puppet’s name with absolute exhilaration.
“I th-thought I’d never see you again!” Mario choked out, still crying, “But-But you’re here and you’re real and-”
Geno felt the sob that escaped the human. Mario desperately clawing at Geno to get him as close as possible as he whispered softly, ‘I can’t believe it!’.
As his own tears started to fall once more, Geno allowed himself to sink into the warmth Mario created. Wrapping arms around the human as he buried his face into the crook of Mario’s neck. Even as he was shaking from Mario’s gentle but happy cries, Geno knew this was what he wanted.
Geno loved Star Road.
Geno loved the Mushroom Kingdom and this world.
Geno loved this body.
But he knew that it would always be Mario that he would pine for the most.
Geno would always go back to Mario.
Mario was his home.
“Y-Yeah, I’m here,” Geno eventually whispered back, “I’m here, Mario…”
He wasn’t sure how long they remained like that. Each tangled up in the other. Soaking up the warmth and joy each other was providing.
But Geno was broken out of the moment when something bitter entered his nose. The puppet pulled back slightly to ask, “Is something burning?”
“Mamma Mia, my pasta!”
Mario was out of the bedroom before Geno could fully process what had been said. A few seconds behind in following the human out. Freezing as his eyes landed on a large fire on the stove top.
“How did this even happen!?” Geno called out frantically. Mario rushed as he filled another post with water and flung it onto the fire.
It all eventually calmed down when the pot on fire was put out and reduced to smoke. Both staring at it with a mixed feeling of disappointment and residual shock. The contents inside a dried, brunt puck of food.
“Well…” Mario broke the silence, “do you mind if your first meal back is take out?”
Geno couldn’t help but laugh, “I totally do not.”
Pizza was an absolutely amazing first meal to have. Made even better that they could sit across from each other. Regaling each other with tales from what’s happened for the past few months.
Luigi was thrilled to properly meet Geno. The puppet understood in an instant the protective older sibling feeling Mario had for the other human. Geno immediately promised to keep the younger brother safe at any cost.
It was a joy to see everyone once again. Peach, Mallow, Gaz, it was all amazing. Seeing how they’d changed yet remained the same.
Running into Bowser was an interesting interaction. As the Koopa was surprised yet happy to see Geno. But was also in the middle of trying to kidnap Peach when spotting Geno.
It was a wonderful experience to see the world once more.
Even more so with Mario right by his side.
Geno was finally home.
And he was more than happy to stay.
#s-creations#fanfiction#nintendonut1#based from a comic#based from artwork#mario#geno#mario x geno#genario#let them have a happy ending Nintendo!#just let them kiss!
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so on a whim I started reading omniscient reader’s viewpoint manhwa
..and got hooked on the story so hard that I easily blasted through all available eps in less than a week. istg they put dr*gs in this thing it’s so good???? 😭
[SPOILER WARNING! big ramble ahead. if you’ve never read it, leave this post. consider checking it out you won’t be able to put it down]
lets get this out of the way first.
RAHHHHHH KIM DOKJA….. KIM DOKJA I LOVE YOU
GUYSSSSS 🥺 LISTEN. HE’S SUCH A GOOD PROTAGONIST. MY TRAUMA BOY. MY DUDE WITH THE POWER TO INFODUMP PEOPLE TO DEATH. YOU SELF-SACRIFICING IDIOT. his cunning intelligence makes him super attractive what can I say, I LOVE smart mcs with ambiguous morality and self sacrificial nature
here’s a big ✨shut your mouth✨ to every character who’s said he’s ugly- get your eyes checked, get a job get away from him (I know it’s because of the fourth wall’s filter it’s not their fault I’m just being silly)
the fourth wall is such a cool power to have. the complexity of how it acts based on his perception of fiction vs reality as the reader …. that’s very interesting and well thought out!!! how it lowkey has a consciousness too and it’s so tied into his mental state makes me want to psychoanalyze this guy even more. probably one of the most unique powers I’ve seen created and explored in a story tbh
I think the entire system of how the world works is really well done in general. constellations watching the apocalyptic bloodbath via livestream and sending donos to their favorite little guys shouldn’t work as well as it does and cracks me up so much 😭 (uriel is the best). I enjoy learning about all the irl different fables, history & mythologies too. plus doing my own research is fun! I did a deep dive through the web to learn about dokkaebi folklore lol I’m having a good time
I also related hard to how dokja read TWSA throughout his life, the story was a companion for him. got choked up bc I reflected on how much my own favorite companion stories for years mean to me. there’s been situations I’ve thought “what would (character) do?” dokja saying stuff like “what would joonghyuk do?” felt like I got called out <3 I’d probably be the same as him if my favorite characters suddenly came to life
anyways yeah I caught up with the manhwa looked online and discovered it comes from an already completed novel with over 500 chapters and the manhwa is barely a third into adapting it though it’s been releasing every week for 4 years. and that it’ll take like 10 more years to finish. I then planted my face in my hands and screamed with despair
I’ll shrivel up waiting to see what happens……………heyyy woahhhh.. whats this light of salvation ? the novel file just completed download on my phone ? that’s crazyy wow I opened it ? im scrolling it right now ? omg I’m telling myself in the mirror “pace yourself, try to space your reading out do NOT read too fast” ?
jokes aside im excited, first I’ll take some time to read back through the earlier chapters for extra context of scenes! >:D after I finish doing that…. pls pray for my self-control to try stretching this for as long as possible. I’m pumped to see what happens next with this demon king part so maybe I’ll read along with the manhwa unless I get too impatient heh
to conclude- I had no idea the fandom of orv was so passionate. while closing my eyes to spoilers, I was looking at beautiful fanart and animatics (watched this one and ascended that’s one of my fav rin songs). I can tell how much you guys love the story, there’s always going to be people like me who get interested so keep it up :D if the fandom does end up reading this, ummm *knocks on the door* hi im new
I will likely talk about it more in the future!! tagging under “#kade reads orv” ! might draw fanart on my art blog too bc brainworms <3 happy reading everyone
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The Buck and the Reynard
C/w: Unhealthy behavior, yandere male, male!buck oc, male!fox reader (doesn't really have to be male, but male pronouns are used), straightness is implied to be the “norm” but nobody actually cares here, makes fun of animal behavior, interspecies relations, some horror element, a bit suggestive but nothing super explicit
A/n: So… oh my goodness. I finally finished it in time for Christmas! You don’t know how many times I’ve re-written this. Anyway, I personally wanted to keep it in a similar style of how I wrote The Hare and the Fox so there is kind of a… I’m thinking eldritch horror element (if I’m using that term right) somewhere in there. The Winter Solstice event written in here is inspired by Christmas, but you don’t necessarily need to celebrate Christmas in order to follow, I think? A lot of jumping forward from each moment but I hope you enjoy every single one~
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Once upon a time, there was a clever, clever fox who found itself stuck at the bottom of a deep, deep well.
The fox did not cry, nor did it weep. The fox simply waited until another came along.
A four-legged animal, with cloven hooves and curved horns happened to pass by and noticed this poor fox. “Oh my! How did you get yourself stuck at the bottom of this well?” it asked, concerned. “Are you alright?”
“Nevermind that,” replied the fox. “My dear, my dear, won’t you help this poor soul out?”
“Of course!” answered the other. “It would be my pleasure.”
At this, the fox bared its teeth, grinning a malicious grin.
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“Roasting chestnuts, over an open fire~” sings your father as he prepares the fire pit, throwing in dry grass and logs to raise the crackling flames.
You come up behind him, bundled arms full of freshly collected spiky chestnuts. Your ears flicker from excitement. “Papa, Papa! I’m done!”
Your father turns around with a jolly smile. “Wow! Great job, son. You’ve done a wonderful-” Then he sees the kid beside you, also carrying an armful of spiky chestnuts, and blinks. “Uh, who’s this?”
You follow your father’s gaze and then turn back to pipe up, “Oh yah, that’s Roo-dee. He’s my rein… Uh… what was it? Something deer. He’s my deer!”
One of your father's ears folds down while the other stays up, matching the position of his eyebrows. “... That true?” he asks your friend.
Rudie nods shyly. “I-I’m his dear.”
“Yah, see?”
Your father stares for a moment, blank as he processes this information. Then he shrugs and says with a smile, “Alright. Well, I’m sure your mama and siblings will have questions when they see him but, uh, let’s get to roasting, yeah?”
“Yah!” “Y-yes, sir!”
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“So you’re a reindeer?” “A deer?” “Never seen one before.” “He doesn’t look like one.” “Where’s his antlers?” “Do you know Papa Snow?” “Does your nose glow red?” “Where’s the rest of you?”
All of your siblings and some of their significant others ogle at Rudie, while you stand nearby with your chest puffed with pride. If it weren’t for you and your clever ways, you would have never been able to not only escape from a deep well but also capture an actual deer who’d do your bidding.
Nevermind that he was technically abandoned… and that he’s just a stupid deer who you scared into making a deal to loyally follow you for life in exchange for his own life. Dumb creatures are designed to follow clever beings like foxes, after all. It’s simply nature. He should feel lucky that it was you who found him. Heh!
“You’re a small one, aren’t you?” Arley, the rabbit, says. His yellow eyes are still, in your opinion, as unnerving as the day your eldest sister first brought him home. “Barely nubs for-” he pauses to hold in his laughter, “‘antlers’, huh?”
One might wonder how a rabbit could possibly co-exist within the midst of a skulk of foxes. Well, that’s another story.
“Don’t be rude,” your eldest sister, Eldie, reprimands him, pinching his cheek and eliciting an “owie” and “sowwie, darling” from him.
“Your eyes look weird for a deer,” your second oldest sister, Deucy, comments. “I thought they had round ones like ours.”
“Indeed,” Theodore, the bear, agrees. “And I’ve seen quite a-”
“Ugh, shut up, Barry, nobody cares what you think,” Deucy cuts in, rolling her eyes.
He grins mischievously at her. “Aww~ Calling me by nickname now, honey?”
One might also wonder how a bear could possibly co-exist within the midst of a skulk of foxes. That’s also another story.
“What’s a deer?” asks Swanson, a duckling.
One of your ears sticks up while the other flops down in confusion. “Who are you?” you ask.
“Oh! I’m babysitting for my friends,” your third oldest sibling answers. “This is Swanson, say hi~ Did you know, his parents are a turkey and a duck?”
“And to answer your question,” your eldest sister jumps in, “a deer is a four-legged creature…”
While they explain to the duckling, you find Rudie escaping from your siblings’ eyeful examination to cower behind you. “(Y-y/n)... There’s so… many… W-who?”
“Oh, these are my siblings. And that bunny is Arley and that bear is Theo and that duckling… Uh, I don’t know but yah!”
“Idea~” your third sibling sings. “Since you two are about the same age as Swanson, how about the three of you play together?”
Swanson nods.
You throw your hands up in excitement. “Yah!”
Rudie mimics you with a softer, “Y-yes…’
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“Since I’m clearly the top animal here, I’ll be the king,” you declare with one hand on your hip and the other in the air. You point at Rudie. “You’re obviously my servant. Right?”
“Y-yes, sir!” Rudie salutes you. Whether or not he disagreed deep down, he doesn’t seem to make any sort of gesture or expression indicating otherwise.
Then you point to Swanson. “And you… um… What do you want to be?”
Swanson tilts his head side-to-side thoughtfully before coming up with, “Every king needs a queen, right? I’ll be your queen then.”
You hadn’t thought of that before, but that logic makes sense. “Oh, ok-”
“NO!” Rudie cuts in before he runs over and wraps his arms around you, looking at Swanson and baring his dull teeth, surprisingly unbecoming of a prey animal. “(Y/n) only needs me! I’ll be queen.”
“But you’re my servant,” you reason.
“But he’s a swan!” Rudie retorts. “Swans can’t be with foxes.”
“But deer can?” asks Swanson.
“Besides, royalty can’t be servants, and you having two roles is unfair, anyway,” you add.
“But I’m your dear!” Rudie exclaims. “So that makes you my dear!”
Now that doesn’t make any sense. “What? You’re my deer because you’re a deer. But I’m not a deer!”
Swanson groans, “Ugh, let’s play something else.”
Rudie’s brow is so wrinkled, you feel he might develop a creased forehead despite being so young. “Yeah… ” you sigh. ‘You choose then, please Swanson?”
And so the three of you ended up forgoing “Follow the King” to play “Duck, Duck, Goose”, in which Swanson came out on top while Rudie ended up in third place as expected.
-----🐐🦊-----
Many, many moons have passed and all of your siblings have left the den, leaving you, the youngest, as the only one left who has yet to settle down and have your own kits at your own den.
“My, my~ What a great-looking tail you have~”
You chew on the inside of your cheek, a tight grin plastered on your face as a female fox handles and caresses your fluffy tail.
The Great Feast is held every single year during the height of autumn to gather and celebrate all of the animals who have contributed to the grand pile of food in the middle of the forest. Although all of the carnivores, herbivores, and the omnivores, and whoever else join in one place, surprisingly there is a lack of close interaction between species. In addition to celebrating life, this event is seen more as an opportunity for… something else.
“Have many children do you want?”
“Where do you like to live? Near a river or near a mountain?”
“How good are your hunting or gathering skills?”
“How long can you last-”
“Enough!” you screech. You clear your throat and make your way through the crowd. “Aha. Sorry, sorry. I need to use the bathroom. Apologies. Uh-huuuh. Excuuuuse me!”
With some effort, you manage to wiggle your way out of the group of husband-hungry vixens and immediately head straight for the nearest tree. Hiding behind one, you press your back against the trunk and slide down in exhaustion.
“Please do your best to be polite among others,” your mother had requested. You feel you’ve done your part as best as you can, because you could not possibly stand another second stuck between those suffocating fur coats. In all the blue above, please let this event end already so I can go home and sleep in my extremely comfy nest.
Step step step step.
You look up and find Rudie, hunched over on his knees, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he breathes heavily. The moment his eyes meet yours, you stiffen and then knowing smiles appear on your faces.
“Wow, been running for your life?” you joke, patting the patch of grass next to you. “You scared of getting hitched or something?”
“Hah! Are you?” he throws back at you as he takes a seat and rests his back against the trunk. As his sweat evaporates, a pleasingly sweet aroma of musk and leaves waltzes around in the air.
Adulthood in your family is marked by the mature development of your scent glands and your height surpassing a particular mark on your family's special oak tree. Despite being of another species, Rudie also followed suit, actually towering over you by a head. That was to be expected, considering deer are typically larger than foxes, much to your annoyance.
“Nah. But I'm surprised. I thought your antlers would've sent them running,” you comment, admiring the bark of the trees in front of you.
Oddly, his once tiny, sensitive nubs have transformed into malformed antlers, two large snail-shell-like spirals curled on each side of his head.
He clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes. “Oh, shut up.”
One of your ears sticks up as the other flops down. “Oi, oi. Who are you to tell your king to shut up?”
He playfully sighs. “As your humble, humble servant, I would never dare.. But if I did, my sincerest and deepest apologiiiiies, my dear liege. Please. Continue to insult me.”
You chuckle, a bit ticked. “I would give you a pat on the head for your obedience, but calling me a deer? Insubordinate, and churlish. How dare you?”
“Then… should I call you darling just like Arley does?” he offers.
“Pleeeeaaase, do not,” you chuckle, contemplating on those words. “Ya know… between you and me, I think he calls her that because he actually likes her. What do you think?”
A gentle wind goes by, rustling the leaves.
“... I think he does.”
“Of course, you'd agree with me,” you say. “So~ Meet any cute, uh, doe? Is that what female deer are called?”
“No.”
You notice how quickly his response came. “Uh… so no as in-”
“I didn't like any of them,” he clarifies.
“Ah.” You find yourself momentarily lost for words, seeing as you’re also in the same situation. “Bummer. Maybe you'll meet one in the next Great Feast.”
“I won't.”
Again, his response came quite quickly. So sure of himself of this statement.
“And what exactly makes you so sure of that?” you wonder.
“Because I’ve already promised myself to another.”
Your head jerks towards him, astonished. “What??? Since when? I’m your king and yet why have I not heard of this???”
Another gust of wind brushes past the trees. His expression is blank. The horizontally rectangular black pupils against yellow irises of his eyes stare into yours as if peering through to your soul. He says nothing.
…..
“Um… Rudie?” You wave a hand in front of you. “You, uh, okay?”
He finally snaps out of it, a grin breaking onto his face and turns away. “That’s a secret, dear.”
One of your ears flickers in annoyance, but you surrender since he’s the most stubborn animal you’ve ever met. “Aha fine, fine. Be that way. … And don't call me a deer.”
“Right, dear.”
You groan.
“Wow, so this is where you guys have been hiding. Great.”
Both of your heads jerk to the side towards the third addition to your party, only to find Swanson slouched over and breathing heavily next to you. He looks at you with a scowl. “What?”
You purse your lips, holding in your laugh. “S-So I’m guessing you… ?”
Swanson shakes his head. “Heck no. How you seen those hens?”
The image of those female ducks ripping out each other's feathers over who gets to contribute to the pile of food first appears in your head. “Yup. Anyway, oi. Get this. Rudie’s already got someone.”
“Really?”
Rudie keeps silent.
“What? Not going to tell me?” Swanson asks, though his tone is more like he already knew this would be the case. “I’m guessing you didn’t tell (Y/n) either.” He scoffs and mutters,
“Excuse me?” Rudie says.
“You know who it is?” you ask.
Swanson looks at you, eyes moving up and down over your face. He shoots a quick glance over at Rudie. “Yeah-”
“That’s none of your business!” Rudie shouts, grabbing you by the arm and forcing you to stand up beside him. “Let’s go. The event’s almost over anyway.”
“W-wait a bloody second!” You look back to Swanson as you get dragged away, catching Swanson rolling his eyes before he disappears in the opposite direction.
-----🐐🦊-----
[Several moons later…]
“Dear, would you like a star or a partridge on top of the tree?”
Your ears flops backwards and you click your tongue. “Would you stop calling me a deer? And I'll take the star, thank you very much.”
“Whatever you say, dear,” Rudie hums.
You sigh as you sort through a box of ornaments to place on the tree to celebrate the Winter Solstice. Unfortunately for you, a large snow storm had passed over your part of the forest recently, forcing you and potentially all of your siblings to forgo the trip to your family den.
You pick and hold up a shiny red ornament with golden accents, only to catch the sight of Rudie behind it, trying to determine which angle the wooden star should sit on the tree’s tip.
Ever since your first attendance to the Great Feast as adults, he hasn't stopped calling you a deer for some reason. You've tried asking, but then he'd brush you off and call you a deer again. Annoying. What is your future mate going to think if your servant can’t respect you right? Actually, what’s his future mate going to think? Maybe you should consider booking a crow therapist to help him break this bad habit…
Or maybe not. Sometimes… just sometimes, you hope he’s calling you his dear rather than just a deer… You shake your head, ridding yourself of stupid ideas of what you both could be and what you are now. He’s already taken anyway…
On a different note-
You join him, holding an ornament in each hand. “Seeing as we're snowed,” you start off, handing him an ornament to put wherever he likes, “I guess you'll be joining me for the Winter Solstice this year?”
Psshhhhh!
The ornament you gave him shatters on the floor, after he flinched and accidentally dropped it. You look between him and the ornament with speechless concern.
All of the blood in his face looks drained out. “I'm…” He shakes his head and kneels down to pick up the pieces. “I'm sorry. Sorry. I don't… I don’t know what came over me.”
You try to stop him. “Oi, don't-”
“Ah!” He hisses and places a nicked finger into his mouth.
Your brow furrows. “I don't get it. Is the idea of celebrating the Winter Solstice with me or with my family so bad?”
He looks at you frightened, taking his finger out of his mouth. “No! No, not at all. I just…”
“Then why?” you urge him. “Why do you disappear during this time every time?”
“I… I…”
Several reasons roll through your mind before one obvious one presents itself on the front stage. “Oh right, you got a secret lover. Right. Right.”
“It’s not…” He mulls over for a few moments. “It's for your own safety.”
“My safety?” you echo.
He nods, looking at where the shattered pieces lay while he fiddles with his fingers.
You look up then to the side and then back to Rudie. “Listen, I get it. I’m not going to be offended or stop you from meeting your secret lover-”
“I don’t have a secret lover!”
Yeah right. “Then why? What is so important that you end up disappearing during every single Winter Solstice?”
He squeezes his eyes. “You don't… You don't want to know, dear.”
You knock against one of his malformed antlers. “Oi, don't think you can avoid answering by calling me a deer.”
“What's it to you what I do anyway?” he suddenly snaps, making you flinch. “Why do you care? You miss me or something?”
“Yeah! Yeah, of course I do! You're my servant. Of course, I'd miss having you around to, you know, boss around?” you say, trying to lace your response with humor.
He narrows his eyes, then sighs before getting up and heading to the storage cabinets to pick up a broom before returning. “Yeah… sure. Forget it. Just…” He pauses for a moment. “When that eve comes, don't leave the bedroom, okay?”
“Don't leave my room on the Winter Solstice?” you say, pitch getting higher with each word in disbelief. You glance over at your tree. “On Winter Solstice? Gee, wow. I don't even get to see my family this time and you expect me to stay inside a small room so you can be by yourself in the living room? Wow. Never thought I’d see the day you’d be ordering me around, huh.”
“Do you want to live or not?” he asks, exasperated.
“Me being alive rides on me not being able to see you on Winter Solstice?” you shoot back.
“You know what? Forget it,” he shuts you down, sweeping the broken ornament onto a pan. “On Winter Solstice, you'll be in the bedroom and I'll be… Yeah. That’s that.”
You open your mouth to retort, close it, then open it again, before ultimately keeping silent as you go to pick out other ornaments. “Fine. Have it your way,” you mumble under your breath.
-----🐐🦊-----
[Winter Solstice's Eve, Day Time]
“Oh thank you, oh thank you so much, kind sir!”
You smile brightly, “No problem! Rudie, go fetch a heavy blanket for the vi- miss.”
Rudie nods silently with a blank expression before he saunters off. The female fox who happened across your den looks at him curiously as she brushes off the snow from her hair. “Rudie, huh? You've named your food “Rudie”?” she asks you.
You blink. “What!? No? He’s not my food, more like my ser- friend. And his name is actually Rudie. Well, short for Rudolph actually, but I call him Rudie.”
“Oh…” She leans in close to your face, too close for your comfort, and cups her mouth before whispering, “So you keep him around as a pet?”
You back off to distance yourself from the vixen. “He's not-”
Thump.
Rudie returned only to drop the heavy blanket to the floor. You swerve your head before heading over to him to pick the blanket off the floor. You look up, only to find an angry expression on his face. You lean in close to him and whisper through gritted teeth, “What are you doing? Don't drop a blanket meant for a guest on the floor.”
He stares harshly before he seems to snap out of it and leans in closer, whispering back through gritted teeth as well, “And what are you doing, letting her get so friendly when you've just met?”
“Friendly?” Your tail flicks. “What? I can’t even talk to people we’re saving from the storm now? Geez. Well, excuse me for enjoying some company, ‘cause someone here clearly doesn’t.”
He raises his eyebrows, cocking his head. “Oh? You enjoy her company? Well, that's great to hear,” he says, sarcasm drenching his tone. “Why don't you invite her to the bedroom while you're at it, dear?”
Now, you're ticked off. “Oh, what a bloody great idea. Between our bedroom and the living room— which you’ve already taken over— there's nowhere else she can sleep anyway! Genius!”
“Um, excuse me?” the fox cuts in hesitantly, making you both jerk your heads over. “I'm sorry to bother you, but is that blanket meant for me?”
“Yes! Yes it is.” You give Rudie the cold shoulder and wrap the blanket around the fox, patting her shoulders. “There you go! Do you want another one?”
“No, not at all~” she purrs, looking at you bashfully. “But thank you for offering, kind sir.”
You wave it off. “Don't mention it. But would you like a cuppa?”
She giggles behind a hand, her tail sashaying from side-to-side. “I wouldn't mind a spot of tea.”
You can hear Rudie scoff in the background, but you choose to ignore it in favor of setting the kettle on.
-----
[Night Time]
“Let me know if you feel uncomfortable at any point. I understand this situation might be… precarious, seeing as you're a lady. I would’ve opted to sleep in the living room, but someone-” You mentally remind yourself to stop gritting your teeth so much. “-has already taken over. That being said, just say the word and I’ll be out the door in a blink of an eye.”
The fox settles into your nest, on all fours with her behind faced towards you as she stretches out her back. “Oh~ I don't think I'll be feeling uncomfortable at all with you around,” she says, batting her eyes after she flattens out.
You give her a thumbs up. “Great to hear!” You then tucked yourself underneath your blanket on the other side of the room. “Goodnight, sleep tight and don't let the bedbugs bite!”
Satisfied with your hospitality, you close your eyes.
“Uh… Kind sir?”
You sit up. “Yes?”
She's also sitting up, looking at you with confused ears. “What are you doing over there?”
You look at your spot. “What do you mean?”
She points down. “This is your nest, right?
You take a moment before you nod slowly. “Yes…” You ruminate over potential reasons she would ask before something pops up. “Oh! I apologize but Rudie and I don't have a spare nest, seeing as we don't usually have guests so… that's the only nest we have unfortunately. Um…”
“Oh! No no no! I don't mind the nest at all. I was just… simply wondering why you're laying over there?” She brushes a hand over your nest. “This is such a large nest, and there's plenty of space over here, so… I don't mind if you want to lay next to me. It's your nest, after all.”
“Oh, I wouldn't want to impose.” At all.
“It wouldn't be imposing at all~ In fact, it is a bit chilly. A little more… heat wouldn't be so bad~” she insists.
You stare and then it finally registers. You get up on your feet and head over to her. “My apologies. I don't have any more blankets-”
Because that damn deer took all of them.
You offer your remaining blanket. “-but you can have this one, if you don't mind my scent.”
She tentatively reaches out and brings the bottom of your blanket to bottom half of her face, audibly sniffing it and purrs, “Your scent is delightfully yummy~”
Your tail flicks with appreciation. “Why, thank you!”
“Yes… but it’s strange.”
“Come again?”
“This is your nest and yet it doesn't smell like you at all.”
Wow, she’s asking a lot of questions. Ugh, I wanna sleep. “Oh, that's because Rudie and I replaced the sheets with new ones.”
“Oh…” She looks away, biting her lip, and then looks back at you. “You… You said he's not food…”
“He- You mean, Rudie? Yeah, he's not my food. He's my friend.”
She tilts her head. “What is he to you? Truly?”
“My best friend?” you offer, confused when you've already answered the first time.
Her eyes narrow. “You…” Then they relax as a grin settles on her lips. “Hmm~ Could you do me a favor?”
What now? “Uh, sure? What do you need?”
“Can you… you get a little closer?” she asks, holding out her hand.
Curious, you get closer. Now within reach, she suddenly grips your hand and flips you under her, much to your shock. She licks her lips, and traces the side of your jaw. “You don't seem to be getting the hint, so let me be blunt…”
Only then, do you smell a very fragrant, flowery aroma wafting about the air.
You stutter, “Oi oi oi, are you-”
“In heat?” she moans, sitting on top of you. “Yeah~? About time, you figured it out~”
Oh heck no.
Apologising to her mentally, you immediately grab her by her sides and shove her off. You scramble off your nest and exit the bedroom, shutting the door before her claws can catch your tail.
“Come baaaaack! Come baaaaack!” she sobs behind the door, scratching the wood. “I need it! I NEED IT! I NEED YOUR KN-”
“NO, YOU DON'T!” you screech back, blushing madly. You do your best to hold the door as she tries to pull it back open.
Despite how tantalizing her aroma is, even if you had stayed for some reason, it does nothing for you. It would be a shame— not to mention, embarrassing— for both parties if she… well, tried.
The longer you hold the door, the more energy becomes directed towards your hands and away from the lower extremities, forcing you to end up sitting on the floor while keeping your hands tightly gripping around the doorknob. All the while, the vixen continues to sob and moan for you.
And then you feel it.
A sharp ping! in your instincts. All of your hair raises up as goosebumps form along your skin and something icey races through your veins. You slowly turn your head to the side and look into the darkness of the living room, finding two white dots next to each in the middle of it.
“R-rudie?” you call out nervously. “Rudie… I’m sorry but, uh… we have a situation? I can’t be in there with our guest!”
Rudie says nothing.
Maybe he’s asleep. I'm… I'm just seeing things, right? you tell yourself, until you see the white dots move as your eyesight adjusts.
You start to see a form. There are horns sticking upwards, like a bull but more curly, through a red cloak, edged with a white furry lining. It heads over to you slowly, crawling on all fours.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
You can't see their hind legs underneath the oversized cloak but it looks hunched over, with long, spindly fingers and untrimmed nails in the front. Fear grips you by the throat, stealing all strength from your body and especially your ears, now unable to pick up the sounds of the vixen's wails against the blood pumping through your ears. The creature stops near you, not enough for you to be able to see its face underneath the hood, but enough to make you want to get back into the bedroom.
Your breath shudders as you try to take deep breaths, feeling lightheaded.
“PLEAAAAASE!” wails the vixen, cutting in through the silence sharply.
It suddenly tilts its head, so quickly it almost looks like it snapped itself, making you jolt. “Nauuuughttyyy, naaaughttttyyy,” it drawls, sounding like a thousand voices trapped in one being.
You shake your head stiffly, as if trying to convince yourself that what you’re looking at isn’t real.
The creature seems to shift its head towards the door, based on the direction of the horns. For a moment, all is silent except for the vixen still pounding at the door. “Naaaaaaughhtttyyyy,” it rumbles.
It reaches out with its bony hand towards the door much to your horror, and then through the door much to your confusion. You hear the vixen gasp.
CRACK!
The creature’s hand slowly retreats back to the floor to hold up its body. You don't feel any resistance on the door, causing you to look between the creature and the door with utmost dismay. “W-what did you do?”
The creature stays silent.
“What. Did. You. Do?” You repeat, voice becoming shrill with each word. Your hands are unable to let go of the doorknob, almost as if afraid the door will fall open and you'll find… you don't want to know.
The creature continues to stay silent, as if watching you and debating its next move.
“R-rudie?” you begin to call out into the darkness behind the creature. “Rudie? Are you there? Wake up. Please wake up now!”
Rudie doesn't answer back.
Where is he? Don't tell me this… this creature… No! No, it couldn't- I didn't hear- Rudie can't be-
You hear a rumbling sound from the creature, shutting you up. It reaches out to you with both of its bony spindly hands, making you finally let go of the doorknob and crawl backwards in fright.
“Rudie!” you begin to wail, tears pooling in your eyes. “WAKE UP! RUDIE! Rudie! RUDIE! WAKE UP! I LOVE YOU! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!”
Unfortunately, you're not fast enough before it crawls towards you and wraps its arms around you, pulling you forward into the crushing embrace of the dark opening of its cloak.
All went dark.
.
The end.
.
My dear, my dear, won’t you help this poor soul out?
But mark my words, there's no need to shout,
It's time for joy, and that's why I am here.
For it’s the naughty ones that have much to fear…
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Your eyes groggily open, waking up to the smell of musk and leaves and the feeling of the weight of a heavy boulder draped over your body. You shift your head and find a familiar set of malformed antlers sleeping on your chest.
Your eyes immediately widen. “Rudie!?” you screech.
Your shrill voice wakes him up. He smacks his mouth as he lifts his head and looks at you sleepily. “Hnh?”
The events of… last night?- Yesterday?- Earlier?- flows into your head and you immediately grab him by his malformed antlers, eliciting a blush-inducing sound from him. You ignore it in favor of exclaiming, “What are you doing here? I thought you'd be- I thought you were-”
He makes a strangely familiar rumbling sound as he gazes at you, before he gently pecks you on the lips and settles back down on your chest.
Wide-eyed, your mouth hangs open as your cheeks heat up to a thousand degrees. “Wha? Wha-”
“Nngh… Love you too. Now, go back to sleep… It’s Winter Solstice…” he says, shifting his body a bit so that he can nuzzle your neck. “Let’s just sleep some more, okay dear? We can talk about it later.”
“Don’t…” Oh, why bother? “But what about our guest? How did-”
“Ugh, like I said. Don’t worry about it. Sleep.”
“But-”
“Fine… You wanna talk now?” Rudie gets up on his hands and knees over you as you lay on the couch, gazing at you silently as he licks his lips. “Then let’s talk, dear.”
You gulp, feeling the air become thicker and warmer as the heavy aroma of musk and leaves wafts about.
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