#Lady Jockey

[respectawoman]

Pony versions I did for the ladies on pony.town for fun lol. That is a character creator I drew none of these

Hunter - Pegasus! She does enough parkour she's earned her wings. Gray and black for coat and mane rather than green because I still like her hoodie seperate. idk cutiemark lol

Smoker - Unicorn, so NOW she can be even MORE LAZY! lol. She is green bc variety in color, her shirt is green, and she's not supposed to be the most attractive so making her a less popular pony color makes sense to me. cutiemark temp music note bc she builds her vocabulary around musicals XD I'll pry think of something cooler later

Charger - Earth pony! Extra strong, got the scars all over her body! Elephant cutiemark like the zoo patch.

Jockey - Looks most like she'd fit into MLP world with those bright colors XD I debated pegasus or earth pony but for now it's just earth pony. Braided mane and tail. idk cutiemark

[undynesleftear]

OH MY GOD ITS ALL OF THEM

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

~poe poe poe poepoe

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edgar allen edgar allen poe poe poe~

[patreon]

[monotropauniflora]

“Hey [lady] bird, fly away home. Your house is on fire, your children are alone”

[shoverse]

swimming 2day 🤞🤞

[galaxy-princesss]

Editha the jockey.

[trendywaifus]

SCREAMPIED !

— there seems to be a second serial killer who has their eyes on you. but it seems like they came for you for a different reason. will they be a failure like the last one was? ↳ INSPIRED BY SCARY MOVIE.

a/n — ngl i put more thought to this than the last one so think of this as the better sequel. it’s long btw.

part one

↳featuring ghost face! transfem! feixiao x fem! reader

GENRE — THRILLER, COMEDY, FORCED ROMANCE

WARNINGS — 2000’s COLLEGE AU, UNPROTECTED SEX, ORAL FIXIATION, CUNNINGLIUS, CREAMPIE, CURSING, TEASING, SLIGHT KNIFE PLAY, SIZE KINK, PENTRATION, VAGINAL PENETRATION, MIND DUMBFICATION, POSSESSIVE FEIXIAO

“ it seems like events are repeating theirselves once again as there’s been another murder, not one, but two this time, “ the blonde newsreporter stood in front of your college campus in the middle of the night as she emphasizes her words, “ that’s right folks you heard me, two murders happened right on this campus yesterday night involving a twenty–five old male, caelus and a twenty—four year old, dan heng. “

previously leaning back into the sofa, utterly bored out of your mind, you hastily scoot your butt to the edge of the cushion, jaw slacking in shock. “ oh my god? dan heng and caelus? what the fuck, why? how? “ you didn’t know the two very well but they were very popular around the college. caelus was an average jockey who was apart of the football team and dan heng was the quiet boy you’ll mostly see at the back of a classroom or in a library. the only reason why they was so popular is because they were seen with each other a lot—well it was mostly because of caelus following dan heng around like a puppy. they fit the stereotypical quiet boy and jock boy romance bullshit. it was cute as fuck but god it felt like you were a background character witnessing a yaoi manga in real time.

the news reporter walks around the half empty campus, looking for poor college students to interview. since it was halloween night, there was a good amount of people hanging around the campus in halloween costumes. “ i’m sorry, young man—i mean young lady, do you have a second?” the lady walks up to a person and the camera panels to a tall, grey-haired woman wearing a baggy tracksuit who strikes a strong sense of familiarity in you. her sun colored eyes glances between the camera and the news reporter in confusion. their voices blur in your ears as your pensive gaze lingers on the familiar woman currently on camera. your mind flashes back to last halloween where you fucked the shit out of a dumbass killer who broke into your house and looked just like her. “ am i genuinely tripping right now or is this who i think it is? “ you blink several times at the screen, “ is she at the same fucking campus i’m going to?! how in the fuck have i not seen her until conveniently now? bullshit. “

her soft voice rings through the mic, “ caelus was my brother and— “

you let out a string of curses, snatching the remote from the table and angrily changed the channel to some shitty slasher movie. “ she’s caelus’s sis? and a hot one at that. ugh, that makes so much sense because they look like twins. i knew she looked familiar when i unmasked her. i bet she’s the one who did it. maybe i should snitch—wait, since i knew about her and fucked her, would i get arrested for swallowing and letting her nut in me? what would i call that? guilty by fucking. .?”

actually. . .you changed your mind. if she does it again next halloween that’s when you’ll report her. yeeah. but then again, why would she even kill her own brother and his boyfriend? that’s some fucked up sibling beef. but you know one thing, she better not try and fuck with you again—

ring ring !

“ son of a. . .” you reach for your house phone on the table beside the sofa and bring the phone to your ear. “ hello? “ you hold your breath as you wait for the person the other line to speak.

“ . . .hi, (name)? “ your friend’s high-pitched voice, march, comes through the speaker. you let out the most heaviest sigh of relief.

“ good it’s you. march, question. .did you know that caelus had a sister? “ you inquire, leaning your body back into the soft cushion, idly watching the slasher chase his victim on tv.

“ umm, yeah? “ she replies back with a matter-of-fact tone. “ her name’s stelle, she’s apart of the girl’s varsity basketball team but you really only see her at the gym, track, and other athletic clubs. i think i have one core class with her but she’s really quiet and a little weird. let’s just say she’s the total opposite of caelus in terms of popularity and personality. which is sad ‘cus she’s such a hottie too. . “ well, stelle sure wasn’t the total opposite with you. “ by the way, you heard about caelus and dan heng right? i’m genuinely shocked that they got shanked! they were so good together—maybe the killer is a homophobe?”

“ march, don’t start. “ you groaned, running a lazy hand through your hair. march loves to gossip and gets wild with her speculations at times. though, they are pretty entertaining as the rumors she tells you about from being apart of the cheerleading team and photography club.

“ hear me out! last year there was multiple murders in our town but only two of them were students from our campus. the snazzy guy, aventurine who liked to make crazy bets to earn money and sunday, the student council and robin’s brother. “

“ um, so? “

march sighs, “ there was rumors that aventurine messed around with vertus ratio in y’know, that way so people were speculating that they had a thing. sunday was also caught with adventurine during— “

you cut her off, “ march, i don’t know if anyone told you this but like, half of the men here are into hot dogs. like, they’d definitely have a huge sausage party if all of them were to get together. so, the killer wouldn’t be homophobic if over half of the men at our college likes ding-a-lings. “

“ ughhh, these killings seem pretty targeted if you ask me. but i have to go, i need to go through my camera. i took some photos of cool costumes people was wearing. i’ll talk to you tomorrow bestie, bye~ “ she ends the call and you set the phone back down where it belongs.

you sit there in silence, spacing out. the whole situation is pretty weird and the fact that you were previously targeted counters march’s claims. to you, the killings were just random and unhinged like stelle. you just don’t know understand how someone goofy as her can possibly be responsible for the murders. who gives a shit though, you’ll just fuck stelle and pretend the whole thing is a porno if she comes back to try again.

ringgggg !

your shoulders slack in annoyance and you reach for the buzzing phone again. “ hello? it’s getting late, call me tomorrow—“

a muffled, raspy voice interrupts you, “ what’s your scary movie, doll face? “

you let out a sigh, not an ounce of fear invoked in your heart. you’re not scared this time from already experiencing this. “ oh, so you came back for more, stelle? i just saw you on the news. “ a snort leaves your smirking lips. “ are you actually going to kill me this time? “ the mysterious voice laughs with mirth, and somehow it sounds different from before.

“ this is not stelle. you scared her away, which i’m impressed about. but i’m not here to kill you baby, oh no, “ their voice lowers a pitch as they rasp, “ i was hoping to get my hands on your pretty ass, ‘been wanting you for a long time now. shoulda’ been me who got fucked instead of her. now to start things off, why not answer my question— “

“ oh, so i attracted another one. fuckin’ great. didn’t see that one coming. “ you say sarcastically, hanging up the phone right in that weirdo’s face. “ like damn, my pussy gotta be a magnet now if another one is stalking me. they gotta have some skype slasher group chat going on. .“ it hasn’t even been five minutes and the phone goes off again. you smack your lips, picking up the phone once more.

“ yo. “

“ hanging up on me is pretty rude, pup. i’m trying to be patient for you and i’m generally an impatient person.— “

you roll your eyes, “ choke on a dick, jackass. “

“ hehe, you’re going to be choking on mines by tonight— “

“ don’t care, bucko. just because i fucked your friend doesn’t mean shit. i’m not going to answer your question either. if you want your dick blown, have that dumbass hottie friend of yours to do it. bye. “

you slammed the house phone down and got up from the couch. “ i’m going to wash my ass, fuck this shit.“

forgotten about the shitty horror movie playing in the background, you left the living room and made your ways towards the stairs to take a shower. oh, no, hopefully the big bad killer won’t secretly follow you upstairs and get you while you’re taking a shower. you roll your eyes with a dry laugh at the thought. “ cover for me, “ you pat the large piano that you somehow stationed at the top of the stairs, “ if not, i’m ripping out your keys like they’re damn press-on fingernails, okay? “ the piano responds back with hurried high notes as it slightly trembles. you don’t even know why your father has a piano in the house, neither you or him can play for shit. you really only say that you have a piano to score the magneta—haired babe who’s into classical music. what was her favorite song again? dramatic epiphany?

“ atta girl. “

you take your shower without any disturbance. well, your soap kept “slipping” from your hand so you had to bend down a few times to get it. (un)fortunately a dick didn’t magically appear and stick itself in you. steam spills into your bedroom as you walk out of the misty bathroom with a tank top and shorts on, drying your hair with a towel wrapped around your shoulders. as you made your way back downstairs, you lazily thanked the piano. “ thanks. i guess i’ll have to play with you sometime as a reward. “

you ignore the cheery high notes hitting your ears as you walk down the steps.

and as soon as you stepped inside of the living room, the phone rings again. you angrily picked up the house phone for the third time within two hours. you drape the towel over your shoulder as you plop down on the sofa. “ this is the third fucking time you called my damn phone! “ you barked, pausing the cheesy horror film you forgot was on while taking a “quick”one hour shower, “ take a hike you fuckin’ bum! and don’t even bother asking me about what my damn favorite scary movie is because i don’t have one! there! stelle was somehow less annoying than you are! “

nothing but heavy breathing can be heard on the other line and if you listen closely, you can hear wet sounds of skin slapping against skin. “ fucck, “ the killer’s voice groans out, “ keep yelling, i’m almost finished. .mm. .“

“ you got to be fucking kidding me. “ you mutter irritably, face crunching up with disgust.

“ you sound so sexy when you’re upset, i love it. ‘that’s just how i want my girl to be. “ they continue to speak in a strained voice, “ and i’m jealous that you keep mentioning that girl when i’m here. by the end of this night, you’ll be expecting me instead around every halloween~ “

“ fuck off, loser! “ you snarl through gritted teeth, “ what i’m expecting from you is to stop calling my phone and leave. me. alone.”

“ no, because i’m already here~ “

on cue, they casually pop out into the doorway of your kitchen with their own phone near their masked head, dressed in the similar ghoulish outfit like last halloween. their statue seems a bit taller or just as tall as stelle’s. you shoot up from the couch, the towel that was once on your shoulder falls to your feet. you clutch the house phone, ready to use it as a weapon. “ what the fuck? how did you get in here? “

chuckling lowly, they lean into the doorway, crossing their arms in a relaxed manner. “ you have a habit of leaving your back door open, a bad habit for such a pretty girl like you who’s constantly home alone. though, i’m not complaining. it made things easier for me~ “ they purred.

“ yeah? w-well, come at me! this ain’t my first rodeo, creep! “

“ and it certainly won’t be your last, baby. “ they remarked smoothly, stepping into the living room. heat simmers in your belly. damn, had they not been some weirdo, you would’ve of just let them have it and keep your panties as a trophy.

“ try me! “ you chucked the phone at the unwanted guest and sprinted towards the dining room. you can easily just loop in the kitchen, tire them out, and head toward upstairs for the piano. “ oh i will baby, all nighhht! “ they run after you, quick on their feet. you dash through the dining room and into the kitchen, hauling over to the rectangular counter conveniently at the middle of the kitchen. they let out a amused laugh as they realized your plan.

“ really, pup? you can’t possibly think you’re going to outwit me with this boring trick. c’mon, you don’t have to make it harder for us, i swear i won’t hurt ya!”

you take a hurried step to the side, they do the same. “ fuck you! “ you grab an apple from the fruit bowl and threw it at the other end of the counter. they easily dodge it and seize the chance to dash towards your end. you took off running to the other end and it repeats for a few minutes. you can tell they were getting frustrated from the way they would curse and slam their fist onto the marble surface whenever they fail to outsmart your loops.

“ damnit girl, it’s starting to get hot under this thing! as much as i want to play ring around the rosy with you, i can hardly move with this on! just be a good girl and come over here so i bend you over this counter!“ they growled impatiently, mirroring every step you take. you move to the left, they move to the left. you move to the right, they move to the right. “ fuck no, stupid bitch! “

they click their tongue with a plan in mind. “ if that’s how you want to play it, “ they bait you by acting like they’re running to your end and as soon as you sprint halfway to the other side, they quickly slide over the counter. you let out a troubled scream as the triumphant killer throws their arms around you and yank you into their solid body. “ gotcha baby~—hey, watch your damn elbow! “ they narrowly dodge your elbow jabbing at their head.

“ l-lemme go! “ you cried out, kicking and thrashing in their tight hold.

“ nah, not when you made me work for it, girlie. now, stop struggling orr. .” you feel something sharp pressed against your neck. they chuckle darkly in your ear.

“ ugh! oh no, you have a knife against my neck, i guess i have to follow whatever you say or some shit. ” you grumble sarcastically in defeat, relaxing in her arms.

“ hehe, that’s my girl. at least you know how to play your part as the main girl well, hm? “ they turn you around and back you up against the counter. your opposer towers over you, trailing their knife gently along your jaw and tap it under your chin. a pleased hum leaves them as they shamelessly admire your features. “ wow, “ they awe breathlessly, the cool metal gradually runs down your neck, “ now that i’m up close and personal, you look like a fine piece of work, baby. fuck, i’m jealous stelle got to you first—which is why i killed her brother and his butt buddy. she was only suppose to scare you. ”

“ wh-what the fuck? who the hell are you? “

they rip off the ghostface mask and your eyes pop open like you seen a bunch of aliens walking around in the streets with thongs on. once again, you’re face to face with a familiar woman. long white tresses flutters down her shoulders, large, foxian ears spring out and stand tall as she looks down at you with her mischievous, piercing cerulean hues. how the hell did she get everything to fit into that mask?

“ f-feixiao? you’re that team captain from the woman’s varsity basketball team! “

feixiao smirks down at you, teeth baring. “ surprise~”she croons, her voice sounding much clearer and distinct. she’s popular amongst the girls in the college, a huge fuckgirl who you avoid like the plague. yeah, she’s the whole package but you find her a cocky tryhard who thinks she’s humble. “ it honestly could of been anyone but you. “

she juts out her bottom lip in a playful pout, ears slightly flattened. you know she’s pretending like the jester she is. “ what, you don’t like me? i did nothing to you. “

you cross your arms with a curled brow. “ that’s true. you did nothing to me but you did do something to a whole bunch of other girls. “ feixiao laughs, then licks her lips as her roughish gaze lowers at your exposed cleavage then back up into your eyes. she presses herself into you, bringing her lips to the shell of your ear. you feel something hard against your thigh. what’s up with women having dicks?

“ you don’t like that, pretty girl? i can always stop for you if you become my main girl. “ the white haired woman nibbles at your lobe and kisses at the spot right under your ear. you unfold your arms to grip the bulky edges of the counter behind you as she peppers damp kisses down the column of your neck. “ how many girls have you told that to? “ you bite your lip, holding back a groan.

“ jus’ you baby, promise. “ feixiao mutters against your skin, rocking her steady hips into yours. her knife trails down your cleavage and you stiffen. she chuckles at your jumpy reaction, and dips her head down to lap at the hardening bud through your tank top with her eager tongue. a short groan exits from your parted lips. feixiao cup the underside of your clothed breast and attach her hungry mouth to the bud. she suckles and firmly tugs until her spit ruins the fabric of your tank top.

“ damn, you know what. . “ feixiao carelessly tosses the knife on the counter behind you, abruptly pulls away, and releases your breast to lift up her inky hooded robe with one hand while the other fumble downward to unzip her ripped black jeans. your wandering gaze takes a glimpse of her abs, which tastefully protrude through the tight fabric of a black top underneath. damn. “ on your knees. “ she commands, desperation tainting her proud voice. you begrudgingly do so, waiting for feixiao to pull out her dick.

“ oh. .my god. “ you gawk as she finally frees herself. yeah, she’s definitely packing—a least two inches bigger than stelle. it’s slightly curved to the left, and girthy. you swallowed thickly. you see why the girls flock to her. feixiao smiles smugly at your big doe eyes, “ that’s the reaction i’ve been wanting to see,”considerate, gloved fingers gently push back the tousled locks from your eyes and into a ponytail. “ be my lady and you’d get to see this damn near every night, fuck every halloween. “

the tip of her cock playfully pokes at your lips. “ tempting, but no. i still don’t like you, feixiao. “

feixiao pouts before sighing with defeat despite not feeling discouraged by your answer. “ fine. i’m still not giving up, i bet you’ll change your mind by the time i’m done with you. now open up. “

you comply and feixiao momentarily release the hold from your hair to slowly slides herself in your moist mouth. only half of her is in and yet she feels heavy on your tongue. “ mmmh. . “ she sucks in a sharp breath, taking a brief moment to adjust. “ ‘gonna go slow, baby. “ feixiao groans, slowly rolling her hips into your mouth. your pillowy lips enclose around her shaft and your hands rest on her thighs. her fat cockhead graze the back of your throat before retreating away.

“ you look so pretty on your knees like this—damn, i might cream in your mouth right now from just looking at you. . “

your brows knit together. is she actually serious right now? there’s no way you got the biggest fuckgirl in your college, who also revealed herself to be a murder, saying shit like this. this has to be some sick halloween fantasy written by a horny bum with failing romance in their life.

feixiao slightly speeds up her moving hips, edging herself more down your throat as she thrusts. she tips her head back, becoming tipsy to the addicting warmth and wetness of your mouth. your spit coats her thick shaft, leaving behind a sheen. “ no gagging so far? hehe, you’re doing so well, pretty. .” feixiao moans out shamelessly, biting her bottom lip to the filthy, drawn out squelching noises producing from your stuffed mouth.

she grips your ponytail a little tighter, “ actually, i change my mind—fuck. .i might lose it if i go at this pace. breathe through your nose now, baby. i promise i’ll be quick! “

you rolled your eyes and nod your head, relaxing your jaw. she blurts out a cheery yes! then adjusts her footing. just like how feixiao wanted, she starts rutting into your mouth. you force out series of guttural sounds, but you don’t yield from her deep thrusts. your constricting walls swallow in her needy cock, earning strings of curses and groans. “ just what i-i thought, your throat feels amazing. i-i can only imagine what she feels like. . “ she moans, repeatedly snapping her sloppy hips into your mouth.

she? oh god, did feixiao really just refer to your pussy as a she? was this some sort of fuck girl slang?

beads of spit seep from the corners of your filled mouth and trickle down your chin like drool. your fingers slightly dig into her black pants as your gag reflex kicks in. feixiao pulls back just enough so her length lays heavy on your tongue, eagerly waiting to continue. “ i’m already half way there, hang in there.” she assures with unusual softness in her quivering voice, “ tap me once so i can keep going. “

and you do so, patting her thigh once. she starts again, shoving her cock back down your throat. your throat tightens on reflex and she whines, twitching. “ damn girl, now i’ll be almost there if you do that a—ohhhh. . “ feixiao grits her teeth, lolling her head down as you voluntarily close your walls around her. she feels stuck but stubbornly keeps thrusting, fucking your tight throat until she’s on the verge of cumming. “ th-the best—y-you’re the best. .sh-shit,”squeezing her eyes shut, sweat drips down to the tip of her nose,” i swear i wouldn’t n-need to talk and fuck any other girls if i had you. “ feixiao babbles, the cockiness in her voice is completely replaced with spiraling desperation.

the white–haired woman thrusts again and again, and stops suddenly as her fat, twitching cock fully squeezes through your throat. “ ‘gonna cum, b-baby. .” she holds your head still and thick, syrupy ropes shoots down your throat. heavy exhales escape from your nose while you swallow most of her load. “ good fuckin’ girl. . “ feixiao praises through a passionate whisper, and pulls away completely once you start to gag and choke. thank god for practicing your oral skills with your toothbrush routinely every morning and night or you would of left a colorful mess all over her dick. it’d be like one of those mainstream japanese shows where it shows the character vomiting. narudo z was it?

the bitter taste of her cum lingers on your tongue. it takes a minute for feixiao to stablize her breathing as she steadies herself on the counter. with a sigh, she stands upright and looks down at you with an easy smile. “ i’m not done with you yet. get up and gimme some sugar, yeah? “ she firmly pulls you up by the forearm, forcing you on your feet. feixiao hold your jaw between her thumb and index finger and maneuvers your head up at her. you cringe as her glowing ocean blue eyes bleed into yours. did they get brighter or some shit? you swear it wasn’t like that before.

she notices the squinty eyes and uncomfortable expression sitting on your face. “ what’s wrong, pup?”

“ it’s like i’m looking at a fucking blue glow stick in the dark. i see why people look the other way when they talk to you. “

feixiao pouts again, genuinely looking offended. “ okay, ouch? i can’t help the way my eyes are! i actually take pride in them. “

“ how unfortunate. imagine how awkward the sex would be if we do it missionary? if i can’t look you in the eyes while we fuck because of the risk of going blind, then that’s a hard pass for me. “ as if being a seasonal killer wasn’t already a hard pass.

“ haah? “ feixiao’s eyes go wide with surprise, “ don’t be like that! we can always work around that, i can have you on your stomach while i—“

“ i don’t want to hear it. just shut up and close your eyes before you kiss me. “

she grumps, complying with your demand. her disappointment almost instantaneously disappears by the soft caress of your perfect lips. feixiao’s tongue prod at the small opening between your lips and you allow her in with ease. a low moan resonates in her chest as the bitter taste of her seed in your mouth welcomes her senses. her tongue feverishly swirls around yours. she doesn’t care if the kiss is sloppy, she doesn’t care about her teeth occasionally clashing with yours—the only thing that’s on her mind right now is you, you, you.

once your chest start get to tight from the lack of oxygen, you lightly push feixiao away from your spit-coated lips by her biceps. even through the robe, you can feel the curled, firm muscle. string-like saliva stretch and dissipate between you and her. there’s carnal desire in her sky blue eyes as she peers down at you. “ my mouth and throst is feeling kinda dry right now, “ she whispers, gloved fingers unbuttoning your pajama shorts, “ how about you let me return the favor while i hyd–“

“ just eat me out. you already broken into my home and chased me and shit. “

feixiao laughs, sounding almost sheepish. “ i have no regrets doing it either, y’know. i also have no worries you’ll tell anyone too since that girl is still walking around scott free. “ well yeah, if you do tell, ‘pretty sure you’ll get fucking arrested too. she drops to her knees once she slides your shorts and ruined panties down to your ankles. the taller woman whistles with delight at the appetizing sight of your dripping pussy.

“ damn baby, did i get you this wet? “ her mouth salivates from watching your arousal slowly roll down your inner thigh.

“ no i just thought about killing myself. “

she raises a brow at you, spreading your legs out an inch wider. “ you dislike me so much that you’ll use that as your lie? “

“ yup. “

feixiao tsk, spreading your puffy folds with two fingers. “ my stubborn girl. even if i couldn’t get you to warm up to me so easily, at least she did. “ she laps up the trail and her eyes flutters at the delicious taste. without warning, she buries her face between your legs and give your bundle of nerves a spoiling amount of messy kisses. her tongue broadly licks at your soaked folds, collecting your sticky essence on her tongue. “ fuck.” you curse in a breathy voice, one of feixiao’s pierced fox ears twitch. she sloppily circles her tongue around your clit before sucking on it. feixiao sucks hard, causing your toes to curl.

feixiao grows hard again to the sounds of your labored breathing and shaky mewls. she drag her tongue to your fluttering entrance and acts as if she’s making out with you as her tongue teases your dripping hole. “ oh my god. . “ your hand flies down to grip her surprisingly soft locks. the thick tip of her tongue rushes a sloppy stripe back up your pussy. she kisses at the sweet spots that makes your knees visibly tremor. feixiao smiles smugly into your cunt, returning down to your drooling slit. she laps and obnoxiously slurps at the thick fluids dribbling out of you. her ministrations last for a few minutes until you become jumpy and sensitive.

“ best drink i had in a while, baby. mmhh. .” she mutters through hot breaths, sneaking a hand under her robe to stroke herself. she’s beyond excited—growing utterly impatient to fuck you dumb and reshape your insides into her home. no matter what insult you throw at her, how much you claim to dislike her; she’s not letting you go. you’re too good to let go. after all, she did kill for you. you droop your head to the side, a broken moan ripping itself from your raw throat as her tongue pushes inside. “ f-feixiao, fuckk—i. .” you stop yourself, swallowing back the words that’s threatening to spill from your glistening lips. feixiao lets out a strained sound similar to a moan and fists her cock until it’s angry red and swollen. you moan again at the vibration shooting through your heated body and fondle your breast with a clumsy palm. you pinch at the hardened nipple through your tank-top between slender fingers.

feixiao’s practically tongue fucking you, albeit hastily. your gummy walls squeeze her slimy muscle as you grind on her tongue. you’re becoming light-headed, hazy from the swelling pleasure clogging up your mind and body. “ feixiao, i-i want you—“ you blurt out impulsively. at this point, you just want to get fucked into oblivion, “ pl-please fuck me with your cock, your tongue i-isn’t enough. .”

she doesn’t waste a second to rip herself away from your pussy, not caring about the lower half of her face stained with your juices, and rushes up to her feet. she briefly steps back to remove the annoying robe from over her head and throws it aside on the floor. you finally get to see what she’s fully wearing under and it took every ounce of your being to not fall for her. a tight-fitted sleeveless turtneck top that shows off her athletic structure, sculpted milky arms, broad shoulders, fairly supple tits—shit! no matter what, you have to remind yourself that she’s a serial killer and a fuckgirl. she’s just a good fuck to finish off your eventful halloween night. “ anything you want, my pretty girl. jump. i’ll catch you.” you hurriedly step out of your shorts and undergarments pooling at your feet. with two hands clamped onto feixiao’s broad shoulders, you hop into her solid arms, wrapping your shaky legs around her waist. she secures you in her embrace, “ screw bending you over, i like this position better.” she comments, hoisting you up by the fat of your ass.

quickly, feixiao lines herself up with your throbbing pussy and guides you downward. you moan loudly as her girthy length fills up your empty pussy, stretching you out until you’re rubbing against her ripped jeans.“ nnghh. .s’tight, baby—damn, you’re so mine.” she growls possessively in your ear. you want to deny her but you can’t. the way she’s building up her momentum, jerking her hips sharply into your hole has you whimpering pathetically.

squuuish! slooosh! squuuish!

your slippery walls make it easier for her to go deeper and faster. you helplessly cling onto her for dear life, tangling your fingers into rivers of white tresses. it’s been a while since you been fucked good like this—the type of fuck that has you seeing constellations, drooling like a baby, and your mind made into someone’s home. “ m-more fei—fuck, moreeeee~” you babbled, bouncing on her fat cock without a care in the world. your slick smears the stiff fabric of her jeans and globs of it spill onto the tile floor. although strained, feixiao’s laugh rings through your ears. “ haha, fei? it looks like you’re g-giving into me~” she sing-songs, pounding your pussy with quick pistons of her ruthless hips.

feixiao’s curved shaft deliciously rub against your sweet spots, the swollen cockhead smack against your g-spot. you nearly scream as she rams right into it, “ yes! r-right there, pleasee, pleaseee! “ you’re sobbing, begging for a sweet release you’ve desperately been craving. she gives you a few lingering wet kisses on your hot cheek while she fucks you. “ you know i gotcha, my baby—hnngh. .! “

your pussy grips her cock like its afraid she’ll pull out and leave it empty. feixiao’s hips starts to stutter but she still keeps going on. you smash your lips against hers, kissing her sloppily and she gladly reciprocates back. your tongues twirl together, hot breaths combining into one.

“ mmph. . ! ❤︎ “

feixiao grinds her clumsy hips into the plush of your ass in a circular rotation, rubbing her twitching cock along your pulsating walls. a frothy ring forms near the base of her member that’s created by your slick and essence. you greedily suck on her tongue, tasting more of yourself. a guttural moan rumbles in her throat and she squeezes your ass. “ i never knew my girl was a freak. .” she breathes after you pulled away to moan.

“ mm, i-i’m not your girl. “ you slurred.

she chases after you and gently pull at your bottom with her fanged teeth. “ like hell you’re not. you already got me more in love, you think–mmh, after all of this i’d leave you alone? haha, no. shit. .i’m about to cum, sweetness. “

before you can say argue back, she thrusts hard into you one last time, forcibly provoking a surprised scream and an eye rolling orgasm from you. you and feixiao cum together in sync. “ t-take it all, baby~” she purrs, spurting her hot seed deep inside of you, painting your walls the color of her hair. you cling onto her, cumming violently on her dick. mixed, syrupy cum spills from your seeping hole and adds onto the growing puddle on the floor. foamy bubbles produce as she dumps the rest of her load into you. “ ‘full—i feel s’full, feixiao. . “ you whimper, shifting uncomfortably in her arms as a ball of hotness circulates in the pits of your stomach.

“ i know, pup. let’s stay like this for a little bit, i wanna hold my girl for a little while longer. “

you weakly smack your lips as she refers to you as her girl for the umpteenth time tonight.

“ wh-what did i tell you about—whatever makes you sleep better at night. .” you grumble, resting your chin on her broad shoulder while coming down from your high.

“ i’ll sleep even better now knowing that you’re mine~” you deeply frown at the smile in her smug voice.

fuck, what have you done? not only did you fuck two serial killers, but you have one of them on your ass.

please don’t make a continuation of this, i actually don’t want to end up in some threesome next year. thanks dumbass.

[gabgabwrites]

DAMN THE RACE | Tommy Shelby

Summary ⇝ you had blindly agreed to fake date the Thomas Shelby as a crime boss yourself, for his image and your reliability, only for you to find yourself becoming dangerously attracted to the man, and things escalate at the derby!

Warnings ⇝ cussing, smoking, drinking, smut, p in v, oral (M), unprotected sex, fake dating trope, guns, kissing. mdni

A business deal was not supposed to go like this. You, one of the very few female gang leaders had agreed on a business deal, for your sake.

It was simple. The man before you, in your office was going over the terms. Fumes of smoke brushing his sharp features, blue eyes never leaving yours. The terms were; only show affection in public, some display of affection is allowed, let the other know when comfortable—you agreed to a deal where you had to fake date the Thomas Shelby, so it looked like he had found his other, and for you it meant having the Peaky Blinders in your back pocket if needed.

So it started from the day after, you showing up at the Garrison Pub, where he'd meet you. The two of you would go to his private booth for a drink leaving onlookers to whisper about this woman who was allowed into his private corner of the pub.

That went on for a week. Then it was dinner dates at lovely restaurants, Tommy was never short of a gentleman, always pulling a chair out for you and offering to pay for the meals. On your fourth date, Tommy had announced it those who needed to know, he had a partner, you.

Word spread on the street like the Bubonic plague, Thomas Shelby has a lady, and she runs a small gang herself. Before you weren't that well known but now? You were almost as famous as Chaplin himself.

However, on your sixth or seventh date, something between you two had dramatically shifted. Your eyes would stare at each other a little longer than usual, the touches would linger, and the words became braver.

You didn't know how much longer you were supposed to pretend. Then, your—maybe tenth 'date' was this coming Sunday, at the Oxford derby races. It was a bit of a drive.

You say in the black car, toying with the hem of your red dress that had streaks brushing your knees. It was a bold colour, but Tommy needed you to stand out. Speaking of, he was say right next to you, he smelt like spice, an alluring scent that gave you a blush to your cheeks. You liked it when a man smelt good.

He wore a dark grey suit, and the infamous newsboy cap on his head. His cold hand had found yours as a squeeze. There was no need for him to hold your hand in the privacy of the car, yet he did. The car pulled up and you two scurried off, still hand in hand.

Tommy had found a good spot for the two of you, and a guarantee that the other Peaky's were just a few rows away from you, just to keep an eye. The stadium quickly filled up with others. "Who do you place your bets on?" You turned to ask Tommy who was pulling out a cigarette from his tin.

He wet his lips before speaking. "Midnight Earl," His finger flicked at the dark brown horse, whose jockey wore green. "Seems like a fine horse, wouldn't you say?" His blue eyes pierced down at you, waiting for your answer.

"I personally think Wavering Monarch," you smiled up at Tommy who raised an eyebrow, pulling out his box of lighters and striking a match. "His coat is the shiniest, so must mean his healthy."

"That or he's lathered in oil," Tommy spoke, cigarette bouncing on his lip as he lit it, inhaling the smoke.

The jockeys pulled their horses to their marker stands. A cherub man stood to the sidelines, lifting a hand to the air, before squeezing the show gun. The flaps of the stand doors threw open before the horses ripped through. Galloping, head bobbing and Mamés whipping in the wind.

They were eventually on their final lap, though you weren't looking. You found the man next to you far more interesting. His jaw clenched in anticipation as he watched the horses. Cigarette now almost gone, his eyes have never been more brighter.

"You're staring, darling." Darling, a nickname he'd given you, along with many others. It sent a flutter to your chest. His eyes tore away from the scene in front of him and gazed at you.

"Right," you mutter, turning to look at the horses. You blew air out from your mouth trying to push intrusive thoughts away. This is all business, you remind yourself.

He called your name, you turned to look. All words you were about to say died on your tongue as his forefinger found the tip of your chin, making you look at him, his hand then slowly ran along your jaw where he found haven on the spot where you're jaw met your neck. "Tell me to stop."

"What?" You gasped when he brought his face so close you could smell the smoke that lingered on his lips, you could count every freckle and crease on his face.

"I'm only human," He whispered. "So please, tell me to stop." And then, his lips were on yours. It was soft and delicate, he was just testing the waters, but when you lifted your chin to melt into his kiss, he could not hold back the soft groan that rippled from his throat.

Both his hands went to your face while yours went to his. Tommy's tongue had just brushed your lips when you tore yourself from his touch. "The races..." you mumbled.

"Damn the race," he growls, his voice thick with desire and urgency. "All that matters right now is this." He emphasizes his words with a burning kiss, his lips molding against yours in a passionate and possessive display of need.

It was clear you weren't the only one growing needy all this time.

The ache in your lips grows with each moment, their sensitivity heightened by the fervent intensity of the kiss. You were eventually saturated by the all-consuming passion of this moment. Tommy responds to your unspoken need, his kisses growing more insistent, his teeth gently nibbling at your lower lip as he explores the depths of your mouth

Your fingers entwine with each other around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at his nape, your chest pushed up against his, an involuntary groan escapes his lips, a low rumble of pleasure that vibrates in his chest. The touch of your hand in his hair sends sparks of desire racing through him, driving him to deepen the kiss even further.

As the kiss deepens, Tommy's hands slip down to the small of your back, drawing you even closer. His touch is strong yet gentle, his fingertips grazing over the fabric of your dress, the heat of his skin seeping through. You feel the world spin around you, lost in the overwhelming sensations of his mouth and hands on you. The race and the crowd have faded completely from thought, replaced by the intoxicating connection between you and Tommy.

The sudden cheer from the crowd jolts you back to reality, the sound piercing through the intimate bubble you and Tommy have created. He lifts his head, a very small amused smile playing on his lips as he looks at you panting and flushed with desire. As the applause and cheering fade into the background, Tommy's grip on you remains firm, his eyes never straying from yours.

When you catch your breath, your lips flushed and slightly swollen from the passionate kiss, Tommy's gaze lingers on your face. His eyes roam over the evidence of their desire, a hint of satisfaction gleaming in their depths. He gently lifts a hand and brushes his thumb over your lower lip, feeling the warmth and sensitivity of your kiss-soaked skin.

Your lips gently kiss the tip of his thumb, in a sweet gesture, Tommy's expression softens slightly, a hint of vulnerability slipping through his usually guarded demeanor. He gazes at you for a moment, his thumb still gently resting against the plushness of your lips. A tender moment of connection is shared between you, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected emotions that have just been unleashed.

You break the silence first. "Midnight Reigns won," a horse none of you betted on.

Tommy glances over his shoulder, his gaze flickering towards the winners circle. A flicker of surprise dances across his face, as if he momentarily forgot about the ongoing race. He lets out a low chuckle, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Aye, suppose he did," he agrees, his voice laced with mirth. "Seems like we were too preoccupied to notice."

With a knowing glint in his eyes, Tommy turns back to look at you, his expression still holding a hint of amusement. He reaches out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch tender yet possessive. "But if it meant kissing you like that again, I'd gladly miss another race," he says, his voice a sultry whisper that sends a shiver down your spine.

Your eyes shoot back to his. "You can't be saying stuff like this," You mumble, looking down to hide your blush, your eyes darting away from his.

Tommy lets out an almost missable chuckle, a sound that's both amused and affectionate. He reaches out and gently tilted your chin up with his fingers, a tender gesture that coaxes you to meet his gaze again. "Why can't I?" he asks in a low murmur, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'm just speaking the truth, love."

"Always the charmer... yet again." You huff.

A grin spreads across Tommy's face, something that completely caught you off guard. His eyes shining with mirth.

"You're too perceptive, love," he chuckles, his tone teasing but full of warmth. He takes your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand. "I can't help it if you bring out the charm in me," he adds, his blue eyes filled with earnest affection. The crowd around you begins to thin as the race comes to an end. People start to move away, their attention drawn to other things. Tommy looks around, noticing the shift in the atmosphere. He turns his gaze back to you, a flicker of concern dancing in his eyes. He glances down at your intertwined hands, then back up to meet your gaze. "We should get going, love. We can't stay here forever." His voice holds a note of reluctance, as if he wishes to stay in this moment with you a little longer.

As you and Tommy make your way out of the race track, the night air feels refreshing on your flushed cheeks. He keeps your hand in his, his grip firm yet tender as he leads you away from the noise and commotion. A silence descends between the two of you, broken only by the sound of your footsteps on the pavement. There's a palpable tension, an unspoken question lingering in the air, as if the moment you shared is demanding to be acknowledged further.

When you and Tommy arrive at your house, he halts, his brow furrowing somewhat. His gaze lingers on your front door, his mind seemingly preoccupied with something. After a moment, he turns to look at you, his expression a mix of contemplation and hesitation. "Do you..." he begins, his voice trailing off as if he's searching for the right words. "Do you want me to come in?" His tone is careful, a faint hint of hope threaded through his words.

"No," you state, chest buffed out slightly.

"No?" Tommy asks, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "Hm, as you wish. Have a good night." He glances at you once more before turning around.

Your hand flew out and grasped his shoulder. "Wait, Thomas Shelby, you idiot," you stifle a giggle. "I was kidding, now get the hell in here."

He turns back towards you. You grab him by the collar and yank him down to your height, no more words were shared before your lips were on his, this time much more hungry and passionate.  He hesitates for a moment, but soon the heat between you takes over, and he responds to your kiss with a fervor that matches your own. His arms snake around your waist, pulling you close, as he deepens the kiss, his tongue swiping over yours. It's a desperate, almost feverish kiss, filled with a mix of longing and relief.

The intimate privacy of the moment allows the kiss to deepen further. It's as if the outside world ceases to exist, leaving only the two of you lost in the intoxicating exchange of lips and tongues. Tommy's arms tighten around you, holding you close, his body pressed against yours as he explores your mouth with relentless abandon. The passion and intensity between you grow with each passing second, the rapid pace is blinding and it's most certain that this is leading to something else, especially with the way he doesn't stop your fingers that fumble with the buttons of his shirt, he in fact, responds with a low growl of approval.

The sound of the buttons popping open fills the quiet air, the fabric of his shirt parting to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of his bare chest. Encouraged by your actions, his own hands slip under your dress, exploring the contours of your body as they glide over lace and silk.

His grip on your body strengthening with want. His kisses become more urgent, his tongue delving deeper into your mouth, as he tries to claim you completely with every touch and caress.

"Touch me, Tommy," You mumble, pushing his shirt off him, exposing his tattoo on his chest and the scars that adorn his body.

At your request, he doesn't hesitate, a need sparking within him. His hands glide down the contours of your body, tracing every curve with a possessive touch. They find their way to the edge of your dress, sliding underneath until they reach your hips. His fingers dig into the soft flesh, pulling you even closer, his breath catching at the feel of your body flush against his. "Say it again," he whispers, his voice low and ragged with desire.

The words leave your mouth once more. "Touch me, Tommy...please." His hands move with purpose, roaming over your body with an intoxicating mix of gentleness and possessiveness. With each caress, the air between you crackles with tension, the desire growing hotter with every passing moment. Every touch feels like a declaration, his own desire for you laid bare. The sound of your gasp fills the silence, and he responds with a low groan, his mouth against your ear, whispering words of need and hunger.

Your body responds to his touch, goosebumps grow where his fingers lead, he moves his hands further, exploring your curves and contours with a mix of reverence and hunger. His fingers skim over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, sending delicious shivers through your body. They run along the edge of your underwear, tracing the line of lace before slipping underneath. His touch becomes more intimate, more possessive, as they move upward, seeking the center of your arousal.

"Oh fuck, Tommy,” You couldn't help but let you hands wonder south over his pants, brushing up against his strained crotch

His breath hitches at the feel of your hands moving over his hardened cock, a low growl escaping from the back of his throat. The movement of your hands fuels the fire of his own desire, making his breaths come faster and his touch more insistent. You feel his pulse quicken under your fingertips, a quiet groan escaping his lips. Despite the need coursing through him, he maintains a rhythm, his fingers finding your dripping folds.

The sound of your name escaping his lips in a low groan is enough to drive you further. Your fingers work efficiently, undoing his pants button with a flick of your wrist. Your breath quivers when he dips his finger to the second knuckle inside you.

You tug on his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers, the sight of him fully naked and hard before you sparks a wave of desire that nearly overwhelms you. The sight of his body, lean and toned, covered with a light sheen of sweat, sends a jolt of fire through your veins. His eyes bore into yours, a mix of desperation and need swirling in their depths.

Then, your breath catches in your throat, the sight of his size momentarily stealing your voice. There's a flicker of surprise, tinged with anticipation, in your eyes as you take in his hard cock before you. A low chuckle rumbled in his throat at your reaction, a knowing sound that holds a hint of satisfaction. "You like what you see, love?" he murmurs, his voice a sultry whisper laden with desire.

"Indeed I do," you say, mouth salivating at his girth and length, your words fill the silence, a satisfied smirk dances on his lips, his ego bolstered by your reaction.

He gives you a suggestive smile, his hand reaching forward to gently stroke your cheek. "Why don't you show me just how much you like it, hmm?" He purrs, his eyes filled with a heady mix of need and desire.

Your reach your hand out and let your fingers glide over him, he lets out a sharp intake of breath, his head falling back slightly as he relishes the feeling of your touch. He moans softly, his body tensing under your ministrations, unable to hide the effect you're having on him. The sounds he makes, a mixture of pleasure and relief, reverberate within the room, echoing his intense reaction to even the lightest touch.

There's a gentle thud as you kneel, unable to stop yourself from wrapping your lips around his tip. The sudden shift to his skin meeting the heat of your mouth sends a shockwave of pleasure coursing through him. A guttural groan tears from his throat, the sound a visceral reaction to the overwhelming sensations you're eliciting from him. The taste and warmth of your tongue on his sensitive flesh send his mind reeling, and he can't help but sink his fingers into the soft flesh of your shoulder, anchoring himself in the moment.

His fingers tighten involuntarily in your hair as you take him deeper the sensation overwhelming, causing his breath to hitch and a low moan to escape his now parted lips. The heat and pressure of your mouth send waves of pleasure coursing through him, his body responding instinctively, his hips involuntarily rocking into your touch. The only sounds that fill the room are his heavy breaths and the occasional groan of pleasure.

You choke on him, tears escaping your eyes, the sight sends a strange mix of sensations through him. He feels a pang of concern at seeing you struggle, but the sight also makes a darker, more possessive part of him rear its head. He reaches down to gently pull you off his length, a look of concern in his eyes, his voice filled with a hint of gravel as he utters your name like a plea. "Can you handle this, love?"

You nod, the ministrations making your throat convulse and gag. The sight of your eagerness sends a shiver of desire through him, his control slipping almost imperceptibly. His voice drops to a low, gravelly whisper, his words a mix of need and command. His hand gently guiding your head back to where it was. His chin tips up in pleasure, you watch as his adams apple takes a dip.

His breathing becomes more labored, his chest rising and falling in time with your movements. His free hand tightens even more into your hair, the sensations building to a fever pitch that clouds his mind.

His hips jolt up as his climax threatens to take over him, his words lose their usual finesse, becoming a mix of pleas and curses. His body tenses in anticipation, his hips rocking in time with the movements of your mouth as he nears the edge. The combination of pleasure and frustration makes him clench his jaw, desperate for release but not wanting this moment to end.

He suddenly pulls you away, his hand gently cradling your chin, his voice is low and sultry. "Not yet," he murmurs, his breath still coming in ragged panting breaths. The sight of you, your lips flushed and wet, sends a shiver up his spine, and he can't resist the urge to lean down and press a tender kiss to your mouth. "I need to feel you before I come." Tommy said, allowing you to stand before pushing you against the couch to lay down He kisses you passionately, his body pressing against yours, pinning you against the cool leather of the couch. His hands roam over your bare body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He breaks the kiss, his lips moving down to your neck, where he bites and sucks at your sensitive skin. His voice, a low growl laden with desire, whispers in your ear. "I want to take you, right here."

"Do it," you whisper your permission into his ear, he doesn't hesitate. With a groan of relief, he pushes himself onto you, no other foreplay needed from how slick you are for him, the heat of his body pressing against yours as he enters you in one fluid motion.

From the moment he's inside you, he matches your energy, his words a mix of raw need and urgency as he starts to move. "You feel so good..." he tells you.

The sound of your moan spills from your lips, he can't help but respond with a groan of satisfaction. The taste of your name on his tongue, mixed with the feel of your body beneath him, drives him deeper into a frenzy of desire. The room fills with the soft sounds of your shared breathing and moans, each movement sending a fresh wave of pleasure through both of you. Every touch, every thrust, is edged with a sense of urgency, as if they're both racing towards an inevitable peak

He then dug his fingers into your hips and hitched them up, shifting the angle of how he fucked you, he found that place deep inside you, the one that made your toes curl and a moan to escape your lips.

His grip tightened around your hips, holding you tighter as he thrust into you with increasing insistence, his own breath growing ragged and his movements more desperate. "Right there, Tommy," you moaned, your back curled as the pleasure increased.

"Right there?" he growled, his voice a low rasp, his eyes searching your face for a response. Your nails scraped down his back, leaving a trail of fiery lines as they went, his response was immediate and primal. He grunted his approval as the burning pain mixed with his pleasure, his eyes growing darker with each scrape. The feeling of your nails on his skin only served to fuel his desire further, his movements growing harder and more intense inside you.

His lips descended upon your breasts, his mouth roamed over the soft skin, claiming your nipples, which were hard and pebbled, causing a jolt of ecstasy to shoot through you. He left a trail of burning kisses in his wake, his need for you deepening with each touch. He groaned against your flesh, a guttural sound filled with a desperate craving.

"I'm close," you managed to choke out, legs clamping around his hips and eyes screwing shut, he knew he wasn't far behind either.

He could feel you tightening around him, the telltale signs of your impending release sending his own body into overdrive. His movements became faster, more erratic, as he rocked into you with increasing urgency, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. A low growl echoed in his throat as he rode the edge of release, his own body tensing in anticipation.

Your lips fell open in pure bliss as you came, gushing around his cock, his own orgasm coming out in thick, white ribbons of cum. A guttural groan tore from his lips as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, his body quaking with the force of his own climax. With each ragged breath, he fought to come down from the euphoric high, his body still shaking with the aftershocks of their shared release.

He gently slid out of you, the feeling of emptiness mixed with the intimate sensation of your combined releases sent a shiver down his spine. He reached for his discarded clothes and began to put them back on, his eyes fixed on you. The sight of you, flushed and satisfied, made his chest swell with a strange sense of protectiveness. As he slipped on his waistcoat, he looked at you with a satisfied smile, his voice a low rumble.

"You okay there, love?"

You could only nod, displaying a meek smile, his smile growing wider at the satisfied tone of your voice. He finished buttoning his shirt, his gaze still fixed on you. "Good," he murmured, his eyes taking in the sight of you lying there, a picture of contentment. He reached out a hand towards you, offering to help you up. "Up you get."

Once both of you were dressed again, he reached out and adjusted your hair, gently tucking a piece behind your ear. His touch was tender, a stark contrast to the intensity of their earlier encounter.

The air around you still held a slight hum of electricity, a reminder of what had just transpired. He ran his fingers down your arm, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Well, that was certainly worth the wait," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr.

"Indeed," you mumbled, muscles sore.

He smirked at your agreement, his fingers still lightly tracing patterns on your skin. "So, what now, love?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of curiosity. Even though he was dressed, the sight of you in his clothes sent another bolt of desire racing through him, making him yearn for even more of you.

"Stay."

A flicker of surprise crossed his features as your simple question sent a jolt through him. Stay? The word echoed in his mind, stirring up a myriad of emotions. "Stay?" he repeated quietly, as if testing the weight of the word on his tongue. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he looked at you, a mix of amusement and curiosity in his eyes. "You want me to stay, love?"

"Yes, Tommy. I want you to stay with me," you gently took hold of his hand.

"Well, how can I refuse such a sweet request?" He murmurs. The two of you walked to your room where he enveloped you in hug, laying in the bed with you as you both awaited slumber.

[sloppysequinz]

I have this fantasy that I’ve had for ages about being the powerless queen of a warring country in a world where decadent women are used to show off power. The more prosperous and stable your kingdom, the fatter and drunker and lazier the noble ladies can be.

My absent husband, the king, finally wins the conquest war all the kingdoms have been fighting. He hosts the unification banquet in our halls. He brings me in to show off. My servants have been feeding me a steady stream of wine since I woke up this morning, so I’m swaying and staggering as I enter. My clothes are luxurious, amazing quality fabric, but made tight and thin show off the softness of my body.

I get passed from leader to leader around the hall, sitting in their laps as they all give me food and drink, showing how they’ll contribute to the decadence of the empire. Eager to be a good queen, I suck down wine and ale and scraps from the lord’s feast plates eagerly, opening my mouth for more and more, letting them pour wine down my throat, gulping from tankards. There’s a cheer when my gut busts loose from my dress, bloated with ale and rich feast food. By the time I get to the end, I’m so drunk I can barely lift my head, my attendants lift me from lord to lord.

Then the king gets the idea that they should all fuck me. That way, when the heir is born, they’ll all have an equal claim and there won’t be any fighting. All the lords are too drunk and stupid horny for me to see any flaws in this plan. My husband starts, bending me over the table to show off his huge cock as it pounds into me. I moan like the drunk whore I am, so excited to finally be fucked by the man who has been gone so long.

Then I get passed around again, getting bounced on each lord’s cock until they cum inside me, grunting like animals when they cum. More booze and food are shoved down my throat as they fuck me. I greedily swallow as I should, even though my gut is a hard ball and I can barely breathe. More and more of my clothes are ripped away by my body and the lords, jockeying eagerly to be the next who cums inside me. Thick ropes of white seed are pouring down my legs.

I can’t make it through the final stretch. I black out as my husband fucks my cum and alcohol and food bloated body for a second time in front of all the men he’s conquered. My last fading thought is that I’m so proud to have done my duties as a queen for him today.

[halestrom]

I made this gifset in an attempt to try not write the fic. It backfired. And I am really happy with the first scene so I felt like sharing 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

Warnings for: blood, violence, pain, underground fighting. It’s mob boss Jake and fighter Bradley.

The first punch was always the worst. The feeling of knuckles against his skin; the way his head snapped back as pain spread across his synapses; the sudden urge to run filling his bones until he felt jittery with the need; the way thought fled his mind but the training ground into his very being had his arms coming up to defend himself from a second punch. All of it happening in a split second as the crowd roared around them in muted joy at the blood he could feel trickling down his face and then the world rushed back in and Bradley was moving, dodging the next punch and instead throwing one of his own, catching his opponent high on the chin and watching as his head snapped down and he went down in slow motion.

The ref was there, arms as thick as tree trunks pressing against Bradley’s chest to push him back, the tattoos wrapped around his skin telling his story as easily as the scars on Bradley’s body told his. Still, his opponent kept falling until he hit the mat and laid there, bleeding, eyes closed as his team screamed at him to get up, to get moving, to do something as the time wound down in flashes as the crowd screamed along with the coach because they wanted more blood than they already had, spattered around the ring that looked nicer than it should have for the world it belonged in.

But that was the nature of this world. Shiny, pretty things covered in blood, a veneer over the dark underground Bradley had found himself in. It was easy to forget, sometimes, what this world could do, with its brightly lit parties, the men and women dressed to the nines with flashing jewelry and perfectly done hair, outfits that cost as much as a new home. It was all a cover for the darkness, for the jockeying for the front row on the off chance some of the blood would fly over them, a badge of pride to wear for how close to the violence they could get. Bradley had been at more than one afterparty, face bruised and nose broken, again, only to talk to people who had blood splattered over theirs, some of the women with that blood splatter having smudged lipstick which told a tale as easily as the swollen lips of some of the men.

Violence and sex, a tale as old as time.

“Ten!”

The crowd screamed it’s joy as the ref grabbed his arm and raised it over his head, bare knuckles swollen and sore, his shoulder aching from a hit he had taken, the bruises over his ribs mottled and layered in various stages of healing. But all of it faded in satisfaction as he watched the other team pull his opponent out of the way of the rush of people, clamoring to get closer to him as his name was chanted.

“Your winner for the night ladies and gentlemen, Rooster!” the MC screamed into the mike, mouth twisted in a rictus grin, tall and thin and looking like the Grim Reaper himself in his black suit and pale skin.

Bradley knew his job, he knew what he needed to do to keep the favor as he shove his other hand up in the air and dropped his head back, crowing his victory, again, and spitting out the mouth guard, grinning with bloody teeth and split lips, his cheek aching even as the ref dropped his arm and people swarmed, hands clapping him on the back, hitting muscles covered in bruises as he worked his way through the crowd, accepting congratulations and smiling for flashing phones with his arms draped around women who let their hands drop lower than he wished, like he was just something else that was part of the setting and not a real person.

Sometimes, he doubted they thought of him as a real person. It probably made it easier.

He made it back to the corner, hands still clapping him on the back, fingers finding the sore spots and bruising them but he ignored it as he took the towel from his cutman for the night, wiping his face clear, the fabric ripped away from him as soon as he was done and he let it, bracing his arms on the ropes and letting his eyes slide from the cut man who was talking to a man in a fancy suit to a man dressed in a pair of jeans and a white shirt, looking so out of place with the rest of the peacocks but despite that, he looked like he belonged.

And he did. After all, this building belonged to him, the money that changed hands came with a tax that fed back into him, securing his empire with each punch thrown and real time bet made. Jake Seresin was at the top of this world, and like every other thing in this room, Bradley belonged to him.

“Good enough for you?” Bradley asked, forcing himself to smile around aching lips.

Jake smiled back at him, small and sharp and at odds with the coldness in his ice green eyes. “Better than, sweetheart,” Jake said, voice smooth and warm and it was a balm on Bradley’s bruises as he felt some of the tension leave his shoulders.

A good fight meant a good paycheck, something better than could mean a bonus. Something Bradley could use to chip away at the bills and put some money away so when his day finally came, his parents wouldn’t be left with the debt.

“Good,” Bradley said, folding his arms and resting his chin on them.

“Taking the hit at the end was inspired,” Jake said, taking a step closer until he was looking up at Bradley, head tilted back but Bradley knew who held the power here.

Crouching until they were eye to eye, Bradley left his hands on the top rope, keeping himself steady as Jake stepped ever closer, reaching out to brush a thumb over the bruise Bradley could already feel swelling his eye closed. “Half the idiots in the room upped their ante on you getting KO’d. Idiots.”

The derision wasn’t masked, but Jake never needed to mask anything. Not with his power, not with the three bodyguards Bradley could make out, and the loyalty of half the room. Bradley shrugged when it seemed like Jake was waiting for an answer. “Wasn’t thinking,” he said, telling the truth.

Bradley didn’t think when he fought. He had an objective. Win. That was all he needed to do and anything else would get in the way. Once upon a time he had thought more, building up the tension until he struck. But that was a long time ago, a different person. He couldn’t risk being that person anymore, not when he needed to keep standing.

Jake smiled like Bradley had said something funny and leaned in, hand still cupping Bradley’s jaw, thumb pressing down on the edge on the bruise until Bradley hissed at the bloom of pain, ignoring the way his pulse pounded. “Regardless, a fight like that deserves a reward. So what do you want, darlin’?”

Money. A way out. A year without something going wrong. To get rid of the axe hanging over his mother’s neck as each month passed and her cancer stayed in remission. To go back in time and beg God a little bit harder for a miracle so Bradley wasn’t drawn into his life. He wanted a lot of things. Jake Seresin might be god in this world, but Bradley knew better than to pray to the devil.

“A good days sleep,” he said dryly, smiling at Jake who huffed, a ghost of something Bradley might almost classify as a real smile ghosting his lips for a second.

“Oh, I think we can arrange that,” Jake said, moving his hand and rubbing a thumb over Bradley’s bottom lip before dropping his hand, but not before Bradley saw the red smeared on it. He licked his bottom lip and tasted salt and copper where there had only been copper before.

“Oh yeah?” Bradley asked, tilting his head to the side, wondering what Jake meant.

Jake gave him a once over before he nodded. “Finish up and then clean up, Rooster. Meet me in my office. We’ll get you out of here before dawn.”

Bradley knew a dismissal when he heard it and he nodded, standing and ignoring the ache in his muscles as he turned back to the crowd, aware of eyes on him, once again aware of the role he needed to play as he thrust arms up into the air and crowe. It was all the crowd needed before they surged, content with the knowledge Bradley had paid his dues to the man who owned all of them and now he was fair game.

Hands grabbed him and he was pulled into the crowd, the world reduced to flashes and half heard comments and Bradley focused on it, letting himself get drawn into it so he didn’t have to think about an opponent he would never see again, and a meeting in an office that had turned him down this path and taken him from aspiring MMA fighter to Jake Seresin’s prize fighter.

[hayleylovesjessica]

I'm still thinking about Conclave, which we saw earlier. One of the things that I liked about it is that it was funny! At least, I and a bunch of other people thought so. Some of us were laughing so much (particularly in the scene in which Isabella Rossellini did her little curtsy like she was serving cunt) that some lady a couple rows in front of us shouted, "It's not a comedy!" Well, when you have a film that puts a bunch of bitchy little men together and has them jockey for power, that's a recipe for comedy, and honey, I'm sorry that you couldn't appreciate the comedy in the movie, but that's on you! Anyway, I joked with my partner afterward that those of us who were laughing were Catholic, while the lady complaining that the movie wasn't a comedy was a Protestant! ✝️🎥🤣

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Never know when a flashback will strike! Although actually Gaster had a pretty good idea that it was likely going in. He actually kept it together pretty well until the laughing started.

I was going to have one of the other ladies in there with Jockey and Mousey, but Hunter doesn’t like books, Smoker’s a grouch, and Charger wouldn’t laugh that much. So I went through my old sketches and found one of Jockey’s nerd friends who died in the zombie apocalypse, Lorelei. She’s happy to be here!

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Lady Caroline became a frequent visitor to the stables, especially after the grooms and jockeys had departed for the day and the head trainer Amanda was still there.

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I was inspired by this OTP Question from @kyra75 : How would they react to someone flirting with them? Flirting with their significant other. Kyra asked for all four of my pairings, and I decided I'd write a little fic for each one. Thanks so much for the inspiration, Kyra! (Ethan x Kaycee's version can be found here.)

Book: Open Heart (Book 2 Timeline) Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey MacTavish (F!MC) Rating: Teen Words: 1,538 Summary: Tobias and Casey take a much-needed vacation, but when some admirers begin crossing lines, will it still be the respite they need?

A/N: Participating in @choicesprompts Flufftober #26, Do you trust me?

It was just what the doctor ordered—doctors, to be exact. While Tobias and Casey did their best to find joy in each day, their lives as doctors at Edenbrook Hospital were quite stressful. They knew they had to play as hard as they worked to maintain balance, and that’s why they desperately needed this vacation.

On the second day of their trip, they were quite proud of themselves, for they managed a few impressive feats even before the clock struck noon: prying their bodies off of each other, managing to will themselves out of bed, and, most recently, getting up from their poolside lounge chairs. It was only to refresh their drinks at the tiki bar, but on a tropical holiday, they viewed these as grand accomplishments.         

Casey hopped up on a bar stool with a broad smile. Closing her eyes, she took in the salty air and warm breeze. This was near perfection! Her handsome boyfriend slipped onto the stool beside her, wrapping his arm protectively behind her back and motioning to the bartender, who quickly approached him.

She was noticeably attractive. Tall and curvaceous, her sunkissed curls cascaded over her perfectly tanned shoulders, falling over the top of her hibiscus print bikini top. The mischievous glint in her eyes matched her flirtatious smile. She was confident, almost too confident, as she sauntered Tobias’s way.

“What’ll it be, handsome,” she winked as Casey rolled her eyes. She was used to people flirting with Tobias, but she also knew what it was like to work for tips, so she went along with it.

“Rum runner for the lady and a Mai Tai for me,” he replied.

She returned with the drinks in an instant, an alluring smile on her lips. “First one’s on me, sweetheart,” she said, meeting his eyes for a moment too long. “I’m Amber. Let me know if you need anything else.”

Tobias smiled politely, lifting his glass. “Thanks. Appreciate it.”

Casey stirred her drink, eyeing Tobias as he brought his glass to his lips. “What?” he asked playfully.

“Oh, nothing,” she chuckled.

Tobias was inherently charming, a natural flirt whose harmless banter was part of his reportiore. Casey knew these things about him, and they were part of what made her love him. But as Amber strutted back... again and again... her comments more pointed and her laughter more ridiculously exaggerated each time, it became clear that she wasn’t just jockeying for tips.

When Amber leaned over the bar, her gaze locked on Tobias’s, Casey was close to having enough. “So, do you come here often?” Amber asked with another wink.

Tobias sensed the shift, but he was still amused. He chuckled lightly and replied, “Not exactly. My girlfriend and I don’t live around the corner." He nodded toward Casey, making it clear they were together.

Amber’s eyes flicked toward the blonde beauty, but instead of backing off, she doubled down. “Hmm. Well, if you ever come back... alone... be sure to let me know. I do live around the corner, and I'd love to show you around.”

Tobias shrugged it off, but Casey felt her jaw tighten as Amber sashayed away. She wasn’t the jealous type, but come on. That wasn’t bold; it was flat-out disrespectful.

Casey shot Tobias a sideways glance. “All right, I know flirting is in your DNA,” she said dryly. “But come on!”

"What?" He said. "I didn't flirt with her. She was flirting with me! And I made it perfectly clear we're together."

"I know..." Casey said, her cheeks turning red. "But... still..."

Tobias’s eyes crinkled as he looked at his love with a teasing smile. "Still what? Uh oh, is someone jealous?”

“I’m not jealous,” Casey insisted. “I’m all for innocent flirtation, but I don’t like being disrespected. I mean, I’m sitting right here.”

“Come on, babe,” he said, placing a kiss on her forehead. “You know you have nothing to worry about. I’m all yours.”

“You better believe I know it. If I thought you were playing along with Miss Amber, you’d be wearing this rum runner, and I won’t even tell you where the decorative paper umbrella would end up.”

Tobias howled with laughter as Casey swatted his arm. "Remind me never to piss you off!"

“You think it’s cute when I get mad, don’t you?”

“Maybe a little,” Tobias grinned, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “It’s kind of adorable.”

“Hmm. I’ll show you adorable,” she said with a mock pout.

“Keep that thought,” he said, excusing himself to go to the restroom.

Casey glared across the bar at Amber, not that it mattered, as she never once looked Casey's way. But she wasn’t about to let this ruin her day. She took another sip of her drink and turned around to look at the beautiful view of the beach, and her mood lightened once again. But as she was about to turn around, she felt a presence on the stool beside her... an unfamiliar presence.

A well-tanned California surfer type sitting beside her on the same stool Tobias had just left. He was tall and handsome, with a smile so bright she considered putting on her sunglasses, and his attention was focused solely on her.

“Hey there,” he said with a sly grin, “I couldn’t help but notice you. I haven't been able to take my eyes off of you since you arrived. Someone as beautiful as you shouldn’t be sitting here all alone, so I thought you might like some company."

Casey chuckled to herself. She knew how to flirt and was dating the master himself. Was this really the best this guy had to offer?

“Well, if you’ve been watching me since I arrived, then you know I’m not alone,” she replied, glancing in the direction where Tobias had gone.

But the man either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Leaning in closer, she swore his smile grew brighter – thought it seemed that would defy science. “Well, I thought he might be boring you. I'm sure I could keep you more entertained."

Casey spat out her drink, laughing as she wiped her mouth. She was about to begin her retort, but Tobias appeared before she could say a word. He cleared his throat loudly, keeping his expression neutral, though there was a fire in his eyes. “Hey, buddy. You’re in my seat.”

The guy looked Tobias over, then back at Casey, clearly not getting the message. “I don’t see your name on it,” he replied, undeterred, as Tobias’s jaw tightened.

“Yeah, well, I don’t see your name on it either, Ken,” Tobias spat. “So lift your ass off of it and go find your own Barbie. Because my girlfriend is taken."

“Girlfriend, huh,” ‘Ken’ leered. “Lucky guy. She could do better."

Tobias glared at him as he walked away, his scowl becoming more pronounced. He turned back to Casey. “Who the hell does that guy think he is?”

"Got me," Casey shrugged, biting back a grin. “But I think you declared that he's... Ken."

"Yeah, well, he's going to be a flattened Ken if he tries that again."

Casey raised an eyebrow. "Uh oh, is someone jealous?” she teased, mimicking his earlier words. "Don't you trust me?"

Tobias frowned, but there was a playful glint in his eyes. “Of course, I trust you! And I’m not jealous. I'm not; it's just that he was very respectful.”

“Mmm-hmm. Right, you’re not jealous,” she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I totally get it.”

Tobias turned to her with that smirk that made her melt, whether they were in the middle of a Boston winter or the Caribbean heat.

“Shut up,” he laughed, pulling her close for a kiss.

They both smiled against each other’s lips before pulling back from a kiss. Casey looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. “Face it, babe. It’s not easy having such a hot significant other, is it?”

Tobias beamed at her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “Nope. It’s not easy at all. But it certainly has its...perks.”

“Mmm,” she said, downing the rest of her drink. “You know, it's getting a little hot out here. Why don’t we go back to our suite and revisit some of those perks.”

Tobias pushed his stool away from the bar with a loud scraping noise. He was on his feet in an instant. “That sounds like a perfect idea to me. Maybe we can hook up Amber and Ken before we go.”

“Pfft,” Casey shrugged, “I’m here to take care of you – you're here to take care of me. Them? They're on their own."

"That's right," he said, bopping her nose with his finger. "Something we'll never be again."

He pulled Casey close and gave her a lingering kiss, eliciting frowns from their admirers. Casey could feel her boyfriend's growing excitement, and she giggled as she pulled away, taking his hand with a grin.

"Come on, babe," she winked. "Let's get back to the suite before we expose everyone to those perks."

At that point, it was clear. Amber and 'Ken' could remain at the bar for hours, but they wouldn't see Tobias or Casey again, for they had better things to do—namely, each other.

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[thebunnyslibrary]

Bucky Barnes Valentine's Drabble ❤️

wc. ~1500

pairing. Bucky x Curvy!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                “It's a date.”

[king-of-the-birds]

PAUL'S BALL

a launch party for wings

He produced a handwritten invitation, leaving space to write in the invitee's name, as well as a number, which would be used for a raffle drawing toward the end of the evening. (The prize was a magnum of champagne; the disc jockey Jeff Dexter was the winner.) (..) The recommended dress was "glam."(..)

Some 800 musicians, reporters, friends of the band and music business honchos were invited.(..)

As always at such events, there was ample carping, which a reporter for Rolling Stone duly cataloged. After describing the Empire Ballroom as decidedly unhip, a leftover from the days when the Joe Loss Orchestra would play foxtrots, and young ladies shopped for husbands among the dancers, the writer noted that while the wine and cheese were free, everything at the bar was for sale.

(…)

Eyebrows were raised when, instead of a Wings performance, partygoers were treated to fox-trots, waltzes, quicksteps, and congas, played by McVay's band-along with what McVay remembered as arrangements of sixties and seventies hits, including a Beatles medley and some Beach Boys tunes. They were raised higher still when the heavily sequined and coiffed Frank and Peggy Spence Latin and Ballroom Formation Dancing Teams filed onto the floor to demonstrate their artistry.

"I'm beginning to think that Paul actually digs all this" one guest quipped to the Rolling Stone reporter, "that he actually likes dance bands, ballrooms, and buffet food. That's incredibly camp, you know, incredibly camp. Have you seen his suit? It's like a clown's costume, the jacket is about five sizes too big, and it's not even been finished."

(from the McCartney Legacy Vol. 1)

Paul: A press launch is always a good excuse to have a night out, so we invited friends and journalists, played the album, danced and had a few funny people come on to entertain. I wore an outrageous big check suit that I thought would be good. When I went to collect it from the tailor that morning he told me that it wasn’t finished. I said, ‘Maybe not, but it’s a look!’ So I went to the party with the cotton and the stitching showing, and everyone said, ‘Your suit’s not finished.’ I said, ‘Yeah, I know. Great, huh?’

(from Wingspan, 2002)

Some of the guests that attended were Jimmy Page, Elton John, Sandy Denny, Mary Hopkin, members of the Who, the Faces, Deep Purple, Ginger Baker, Henry McCullough, Gilbert O'Sullivan, Graham Bond, Sandie Shaw, the Greek synthesizer wizard Vangelis, the actors Malcolm McDowell, and Terence Stamp, some of the Monty Python troupe, Sir Joseph Lockwood, the head of EMI, Allan Clarke, of the Hollies, and (Benny) Gallagher and (Graham) Lyle.

After the party a fan encountered Paul:

He went skipping (yes it is true) down the road with Linda and just as he turned the corner to a side street, I took courage and called him back. He stopped and said “yeah” so I ran to catch him up and breathlessly asked him for his autograph. The funny part is my pen was at the bottom of this large bag of mine! He stood patiently watching me with arms folded as I rummaged elbow deep. I asked him if he had a pen as I just couldn’t find mine; he said no (which isn’t surprising as he had this crazy suit on that had no pockets).

(Kathy Turner – From Meet the Beatles for Real: Wings Party)