#and I’m really proud of how it turned out so hopefully y’all like it

[bdbueckers]

trust me? | p.b

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, sub!paige, soft dom!reader, sex toy usage, spit, slight tribbing, fingering, overstimulation(?), i think that’s all but feel free to lmk if i missed anything!

wc: 4.4k (pwp)

summary: reader wants to try something new with paige after an impromptu trip to the sex store. based on this request!

author's note: i couldn't finish up the fic that i wanted to upload for valentine's day so we're scrapping it for now and ima leave y'all with this! it's different for me to write sub!paige but i think i like how it came out and maybe i'll get more into it for future posts! once again, thank you to the anon that sent this request, hopefully you enjoy it a little more than everyone else! (ngl i didn’t really proofread this so we’re giving it to god…and as always if you hate it idc DON’T tell me)

also that uconn vs south carolina game has given me the serotonin boost needed to carry me through this month AND march, they make me so proud😭 y’all better be tuned in for the game tonight vs seton hall :) i’m manifesting more pg paige and some beautiful uconn hoops!

okay sorry i’m done talking, enjoy! x

nervous was an understatement. how do you bring up the idea of topping your girlfriend…to her? considering you hadn’t thought about how to do so prior to this moment, the nerves seemed normal.

you took a spontaneous trip to your favorite sex shop without telling paige and you blacked out when you got inside, overwhelmed by all the options without your girlfriend by your side to give you her opinion. 

immediately once you had eyes on it you’d settled for a dual bullet vibrator, paired with a remote. the thought of paige using it on you immediately causes you to hold your breath a little. but the thought of you using it on her had you b-lining to the register and giddy and running up the stairs at home to hide it while she was asleep on the couch.

after some pondering, you’d figured it would be a little too easy to ask. it was essentially a yes or no question, and she’d honestly answer in a heartbeat, but you wanted to ensure that she’d be at your mercy.

you settled on the idea of a nice candlelit dinner for the both of you to butter her up. then you’d “pop the question”. 

you were back out of the house as soon as you’d returned, texting paige that you were heading out for some groceries, tucking the “gift” away.

by the time you were back she was wide awake and pretty tuned in to whatever she had playing on the tv. she heard you coming in the door and met you there to greet you sweetly and take any bags from your hands. she sets them down on the counter and starts to reach in, almost too fast for you to remember that she was supposed to be hands off and out of the kitchen for tonight.

“noo, wait let me do it! i wanna cook dinner for you so i’ll put things away.“

“cook for me? baby, what’s the occasion? literally we just celebrated valentine’s day.” okay, so she was already asking you questions.

“shh, no occasion. i just love you and i want to practice making some things. then i’ll be cooking for you all the time instead of…almost never” you respond in a rush, sort of frowning at the last part but still prying her hands off the bags and lightly pushing her out of the kitchen.

you can hear her muttering under her breath but nonetheless she turns on her heels to press a kiss to your lips and whisper a quick “missed you” before turning back around to leave.

your heart swells in your chest at the thought of how sweet she is to you while you put away everything and set out what you were gonna make.

you wanted to get a little fixed up, or at least out of one pair of sweatpants and into another. slipping past paige, who was once again focused on the tv, you headed upstairs. 

after putting on the smallest bit of makeup and fiddling with your hair you grin at your reflection in the mirror. the thought of getting pretty for your girlfriend enough to make your stomach jump. you throw on a pair of loose fitting pants and one of your teenier tops. you’d even saved up to buy another overpriced lingerie set and you had it on underneath, intending for p to see you in it and immediately want it off.

paige walks into the bathroom ready to shower and stops directly behind you in the mirror, letting out a small noise of shock. 

“all this for me? okay now i really need to know what’s going on.” she questions, now standing so close that you could feel her body heat on your back.

“nothing is going on! i told you i wanted to cook for you tonight, can’t i look good while doing it?” you reply, holding eye contact with her in the mirror and ending your sentence with a mini eye roll.

she lifts a hand from her side and places it right underneath your bust, slightly on your ribs, pulling you even further into her.

“you always look good for me baby, but i’ll let you have this.” she teases, kissing your temple and continuing her stride to the shower.

as soon as she was facing away from you, you were staring hard. watching the muscles in her back strain against her shirt when she reached for a towel, you trailed your eyes up and down her frame.

you wish you had her underneath you right now.

stopping yourself you huff slightly and make your way down to the kitchen to get started on dinner. you get in with the “harder” more time consuming parts first so you could focus and shortly the whole process starts to breeze by. 

everything thus far was perfect, especially for a meal that didn’t technically require a recipe.

you hear the water of the shower shut off and a few other noises upstairs. this allows you to anticipate paige emerging from your shared bedroom and getting a whiff of the home cooked meal, immediately on track to fold for you like you needed. 

when she does make her way into the kitchen you’re standing over a cutting board gathering some stuff to chop.

“it smells so good in here baby, oh my god” you hear paige from behind you. then you feel her. hands gravitating to your hips as always and she gently places her chin on your shoulder, her front molding to your back.

“i’m just making a lil something…since i was finally given some time to put some groceries in the fridge. we’re gonna eat something home cooked and actually fulfilling tonight, no fast food, no take out. made with lots of love.” you say, a smile plastered on your face at the domestic feel of this entire moment.

just you and the prettiest girl in the world, standing in your shared living space while you prepared dinner as a way to treat yourselves. 

“i don’t even know what you’re making and i’m drooling over it, guess you’ve still got your touch.” she teases, nudging your cheek with her nose and leaving a light smack on your ass.

“STILL? get out of the kitchen.” you respond, stifling a laugh of your own at how ridiculous she was. “it’s almost done and i’ve already set the table, maybe pour yourself a glass of wine and get out of my way?”

“yes ma’am.” she snorts, holding her hands up in fake defense and shaking her head a little.

you quickly plate everything, mentally saving yourself a pat on the back for how good it truly did look.

sneaking a peek into the dining room you see paige on her phone, eyes low and cheeks already a little rosy as a result of her now finished glasses of wine.

“hey pretty girl, dinner is ready!” you call out, assuming she’d want to carry your plates to the table as she always did.

her lips form an “o” as she locks eyes with the food on the counter and then her eyes pan over to you. if looks could talk her eyes would definitely be confessing their love to you right now. 

feeling shy under her gaze you shake your head and go in for a hug, slightly nuzzling into her chest. you pull back, tilt your head up, and she’s already looking back at you. you both pull back cheesing, not needing to say much.

“babe this is a little too much, you didn’t have to– wait, are you tryna butter me up?” paige breaks the silence.

“butter you up? mmm, maybe…but that doesn’t mean i didn’t want to cook for you. it’s like the cherry on top, please just enjoy yourself baby c’mon!” you plead, stepping back from her to hold her hands in your own.

“okay…” she mutters, before repeating the words cherry on top underneath her breath and giggling. 

she grabs your plates and walks them to the table as you follow closely behind and take your spot across from her.

you’re only two bites in before you hear her again, “okay but seriously what is it? the suspense is killing me.”

“can’t you just eat your food first?” you laugh, shaking your head and taking another bite.

“i think we both know i can multitask, answer the question.” she responds, taking a bite of her food and a sip from her wine glass.

“i promise you will find out when we finish our meal,” you dodge again.

paige smacks her lips a little, a smile fighting for its life to stay hidden.

she does let it go, or so you’d hoped. and dinner goes well. eventually you’re just poking at what’s left on your plate while paige rambles a little. she’d cleared whatever she had in front of her a bit ago but you’d managed to get her talking to avoid her disrupting your own train of thought.

she pauses between sentences and your mouth moves faster than your thoughts.

“p, you trust me right?” you genuinely ask, already nervous again.

“of course baby, what’s going on?” she asks, placing her hand over yours on the table.

“i, i got uh– well i wanna show you something, if that’s okay?” you taunt a bit, lacing your fingers together and getting up from your seat at the table.

her eyebrows furrow a little and she smirks before getting up with you. you begin leading her to your bedroom and stop a few paces from the door to face her. you place your hands on her chest, before allowing them to creep up and secure behind her neck.

“you’re so beautiful,” you whisper, a very visible glint in your eyes.

before she can respond you pull her down to your height and connect your lips. you sigh into the kiss when you feel her hands immediately on your ass and her tilting her head to deepen the kiss. you open your mouth the slightest bit and feel her tongue meet your own. if you weren’t hot before from the wine, you definitely were now. 

you pull back completely and smirk before turning around and heading directly into the bedroom, a slight sway in your hips.

you guide paige onto the bed and she plops down a little, you perched at her side.

“earlier today, i was shopping around and i found something that i wanted to see if you’re interested in.” you trail off, getting up to fetch the discreet packaging that you knew for a fact paige was familiar with.

“mhm, and what is this ‘something’?” she proceeds, holding up her own air quotes. her eyes on yours and one of her eyebrows raised the tiniest bit. almost challenging you.

you pull the toy out of the bag, seeing as you had already taken them out of their packaging earlier to prep.

paige’s expression is hard to read and you can tell she’s leaving space for you to answer her unspoken questions, her breath hitching.

you climb on top of her holding the toy at your side. you catch her eyes fell onto your lips, glossy and parted to speak.

“i just saw this and thought we could try something new? specifically me, trying it out on the both of us.” you ask, or tell her rather. voice a little low but not wavering at all.

“baby i’m all yours, i want whatever you want.” she utters, hands lightly gripping your thighs.

“i’m so happy to hear you say that,” you smile.

you lean down, your weight falling onto your hand that’s now right beside paige’s head. you hold eye contact for as long as you can before you connect your lips again in another kiss. this one less gentle, some notable urge behind it. paige moans immediately kissing back, her hands back on your ass when your tongue slips between her lips to meet her own. 

you pull back to catch your breath, also opting to shed your shirt and reveal your other surprise for her. 

“fuck, are you serious?” paige groans. immediately drawn to the teacup bralette that held your tits just right, but also left you exposed with the mesh on the front of it.

“you like?” you ask, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to stop yourself from laughing at the expression on her face.

“baby you know i do, cmon” 

“let me show you the rest of it then?” you finish, pushing up onto your knees so you could rid yourself of your pants.

your panties are the same mesh as the bralette, but they’re lacking the smallest piece of fabric. 

they’re crotchless.

you swear you can see the girl in front of you drool a little when she realizes. paige’s eyes are blown out and her mouth is agape when she sees you kneeling in front of her, practically naked.

“do you wanna shed some layers too p? i’m getting impatient,” you tease, watching as she scoffs a little before sitting up to pull her own shirt over her head. 

you have to stop yourself from getting too distracted by her taut abdomen and the little bit of cleavage that’s exposed when she presses her arms together, tugging her sleeves off. as soon as the shirt hits the floor of your bedroom you have your hands in the waistband of her pants, locking eyes with her. she tilts her head in a small nod that signals you to continue.

when you’re both lacking a good amount of clothing you crawl over her. your panties allowing your bare clit to rest on her lap and you hiss at the contact. you grab her hand and place it over your front, hinting at her to fondle your nipples over the thin fabric of your bralette.

“you’re unreal,” you hear paige utter from underneath you, her eyes watching your puffy clit glide messily over her slightly covered bottom half. the sight causes you to swallow a mix of a chuckle and a moan.

“yeah? tell me more.” you respond, breathless as you reach for her other hand, bringing two of her fingers up to your mouth. you kiss them gently and then wrap your lips around her fingertips.

knowing that this gets her going you’re not shocked at how her eyelids flutter before she takes her bottom lip between her teeth.

“you cooked me dinner and now you’re dressed in some of the best lingerie i’ve ever seen, plus you got your pussy in my lap. that’s as good as it gets, baby.” paige answers you, pinching your nipple between two of her fingers and smirking when you sigh and lick at your already glossy lips.

“only the best for you,” you start, pulling her hand away from your lips and toying at the waistband of her underwear, ready for those to come off too.

when her bottom half is completely bare you reach for the vibrators on the bed. 

“take off your bra.” you demand, raising an eyebrow at your girlfriend whilst putting some more distance between the two.

she complies easily and now she is beneath you, completely naked. a slight sheen of sweat on her chest that’s rising and falling a little quicker than before. she’s nervous.

you down and place a hand on her hip while you tongue at her nipples, they’re already hard from being exposed to the air in your bedroom. you don’t miss how pretty she sounds when she lets out a whine, her hand securing itself on the back of your head to hold you closer if even possible. 

“for once i just want to please you baby, i think this is the perfect way to make sure that we both get what we need. just lay back for me and enjoy yourself.” you utter into the empty silence, voice breathy while you sit up again and take one end of the toy, putting it in your mouth to wet.

paige’s mouth opens and she doesn’t say anything but you can tell she’s trying hard not to.

with the remote in your hand you immediately switch the speed to 2 and place it on the nipple that your mouth was on moments ago.

paige arches her back off the bed slightly, eyes immediately squeezing shut. this is already everything you want and you’re just getting started.

“fuck, baby what are you doing–“

“ah ah, remember just enjoy yourself, let me worry about what’s going on.” you shush her, circling her nipple with the vibrating bullet.

she looks beautiful under you like this. her cheeks are red, head thrown back in pleasure as her hips start to move beneath you on instinct.

“m-more, please i want more” she moans, lifting her head up, only to drop it again when she gets sight of you. 

your hair is a little messy from tossing your head side to side and the look in your eyes is sultry. plus you’ve got a vibrator held onto her nipple and she swears she can see a wet spot on her skin from you rutting against her. if it was possible she would’ve cum just from watching you touch her.

“more? what do you want? baby you have to tell me.” you taunt, already gripping the other end of the vibrator in your free hand.

“i’m so wet, i know you can feel it. t-touch me? please? mmmh–“ she cuts herself off when she feels the vibrations on her nipple intensify. the speed was now at 3…and then it was at 4.

“you’re even prettier when you beg p, have i ever told you that?”

“n-no, fuck” she hisses.

“well, you’re usually so in control. i just have to say i love seeing you like this.”

with a light touch you trace some shapes on the outside of her thigh before spreading her legs, your eyes immediately drawn to the wet spot underneath her on her bed. 

“you weren’t lying baby, you’re already making a mess and i haven’t even done anything yet.” you don’t give her much time to say anything in response, gathering all the spit into your mouth and pushing it from your lips so that it lands on her clit in a glob. it’s nasty, just how you both like it and paige lets out another surprisingly high pitched noise. her hole clenching around nothing.

sitting back on your heels between her legs you take your hand that’s holding the vibrator to her nipple and you switch sides. when you see how puffy and red the one that was previously receiving attention is, you almost feel bad, but that feeling doesn’t last long. 

while paige is trying to catch her breath you take the other end of the vibrator and start tracing circles around her clit, before pulling it away again. she cries out, realizing that you were going to keep teasing her.

landing a smack on her hip to get her to drop them down towards the bed again you drag the bullet up and down the length of her pussy, your eyes never leaving her face as she was putting on a show.

“mmm– please just do something baby, anything. i don’t know how much more of this i can take.” paige whines, then reaches out for you. you lean away from her touch.

“you’re good with the safe word?” you ask, tone a little more serious than you intended.

“yes of course baby, just– OH FUCK!”

before she can say anything else you’re pushing the bullet into her fluttering hole, holding in a moan at how tight she is.

“how’s that?” you tease, completely inserting the toy.

“shit– it’s perfect baby,”

“i bet.”

pulling away the end of the vibrator that was on her nipple you lean down again to take it in your mouth. once more she’s cradling your head, this time a little harder. she wants you close, it’s cute.

using little force you pump the bullet into her, listening for her sounds of satisfaction. 

pulling off of her nipple with a pop you watch as she fights to pry her eyes open.

“baby, k-kiss me?” she says, or rather pleads.

your heart beats faster at how desperate she sounds. you grant her the kiss and it’s hot, sloppy, and leaves a string of spit between the two of you when you pull away while she chases after you with her lips.

“my god p, you’re such a good girl for me. who would’ve thought?” you whisper right in her face, smirking a little as she huffs in disappointment when you lean back and away from her again.

“i’ll be a good girl for you any time you want baby, just please don’t stop.” she groans, gushing around the toy inside of her.

“oh really, any time? you promise?” 

an image flashes in your head and before you can think about it too much you’re releasing paige’s leg from your grip, pulling the vibrator out of her and increasing the speed to 5. you pull your left leg up and drape it over her right, almost in a split, pulling the vibrator out of her and pressing it down on her clit with a good amount of pressure. 

her upper half jolts once again, as she raises her head just in time to watch you press your clit down on the vibrator as well, sandwiching it between the two of you.

paige almost screams when you put your entire weight down. your own jaw falls slack and you throw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut.

“p, oh my god– FUCK i can’t believe i thought of this. you’re doing so good, my messy baby. i wish you could see yourself right now.”

leaning down to smack a wet kiss in the middle of her chest you grab the remote in your free hand and turn up the speed to 6. whimpering and crying out into paige’s skin that’s beneath your lips. another loud whine leaves the back of her throat, followed by a grunt and a string of curses.

“i-i can’t”

“you can.”

you use her mouth to wet two of your fingers, she sucks on them sloppily, barely able to focus on the action due to the intense pressure on her clit from both you and the vibrator. you pull them from her lips, with a pop, before you trail them down to between her thighs, circling her hole one last time with your fingertips.

“SHIT– i’m so close baby” paige yelps, starting to huff her breaths out faster when she feels you pressing down harder, using your weight to move the shiny bullet against the both of you slightly. 

she attempts to close her legs around your hand and fails due to the position you were in.

“i know pretty girl i know, m-me too, just hold out a little more hmm?”

turning the vibrator to its highest speed of 7 you pump your middle and ring finger into paige, choking on your own breath at the feeling of her clenching around you and the bullet beneath you violating your clit at this point. 

paige lets out a sob, bringing one of her arms to cover her face. you reach up with the hand that’s not inside of her and rip her arm back. you watch her intently, tears hot and heavy on her cheeks blurring her vision.

“fuck–, paige you look so perfect when you cry.”

“it hurts so good baby, don’t stop“

“you’re close aren’t you? give it to me, cmon, i’m right there with you. i want all you’ve got.”

at this point you have no idea what’s coming out of your mouth but you don’t give a fuck, trying to hold onto your orgasm intending for the girl underneath you to finish first.

and finish she did. smacking your hand off of her arm she reaches down to hold your hips still against her own, tears falling rapidly from her eyes now. 

you don’t know if she’s just really spent or if it’s you that’s spent because you can’t register the words coming out of her mouth while she’s riding out her high. except the last three she matters as soon as you pull your fingers from her leaking cunt.

“i love you”

this sends you over the edge and you have to use every little bit of strength left in you not to collapse directly into paige. 

moaning pornography as your hole spasms around nothing you can only withstand the vibrator for another millisecond before you reach down to snatch it off of the two of you.

you do actually fall onto paige after this but she’s starting to catch her breath now so she welcomes you with open arms, still panting loudly.

you lay a mess between her legs with your head on her chest and your body trembling a little.

when you calm down enough you crane your neck to get a glimpse of your girlfriend. your hand instinctively reaching up to wipe the remainder of tears from her face.

“p, you did so well for me baby. thank you for letting me try that with you” you whisper, pecking her chest gently.

she doesn’t open her eyes, you assume she probably can’t after the amount of energy that orgasm must’ve exerted from her. but she replies nonetheless.

“i already told you, i’ll do anything for you anytime you want. all you have to do is ask.” 

“yeah yeah whatever, just kiss me and go to sleep.”

she actually does open her eyes. they’re glossed over and a little red and puffy from the crying but just as you had mentioned earlier, she looked so gorgeous. 

lifting her head just enough to meet you halfway she slots her lips against your own. the entire moment is so sweet, your entire body feels warm again. the thought of this girl being yours for the rest of your life crosses your mind.

when you pull back you’ve got a goofy grin on your face and you rest your head back on her chest before letting out a deep breath and closing your eyes again. 

paige’s body moves a little and you recognize the motion as her chuckling, before she opens her mouth one final time.

“i can’t wait to use that toy on you next. only. on you.”

[hetacon]

Linktober 2024 Day 31: Free for All

Nothing like a few bandages and a whole lot of kisses to help Ravio’s Mr. Hero recover after a scuffle with some monsters!

It’s arrived, the final day (dun dun). We’ve officially made it y’all, the end of Linktober for this year and I thought what better way to celebrate it than bringing things full circle with some more Ravioli art!! I’m honestly really surprised at how much I’ve been able to get done this month, and that I’ve finished on time for all of these pieces (for my time zone at least), because I wasn’t even sure if I was going to do all of the prompts. Some of them were a bit difficult to think of ideas for but I’m proud of everything that I’ve made! Naturally some pieces turned out better than others and I did have to simplify or downscale some of my initial ideas for certain prompts, but the fact that I actually managed to make 31 unique pieces is so impressive to me and I’m amazed with myself for persevering!

Also speaking of recovering, I’m going to be taking at least a few days break from drawing because my hand has started hurting a bit, but hopefully I can keep working on some more stuff soon, there are a lot of things I want to make! In the meantime, I might actually try to work on some of the fic ideas that I have (because yes, I’m also a fanfic writer :D) and see if I can get any of those posted

It was a bit intimidating to join a new fandom on here, especially one as popular as the Zelda series, so I just wanted to thank all of you that have been liking, reblogging, and commenting on the art I’ve been putting out as well as those of you who’ve started following me, and just overall being so kind and supportive. It means the world to me and I hope you’ll stick around for more LOZ and LU stuff! :))

(Also sidenote about the actual drawing itself, I love how Legend's just a big fluffball when his hair gets messy, it's so cute!)

[shadowthestoryteller]

Health Hiatus Announcement

This is gonna be a long post, but a necessary one that has quite a bit of important info relating to the future of my creative works concerning the Adventures!AU series. First, look at this lovely new cover art for Off to a Great Start I had done by my bud Arven92 on DA. The title has changed to The Adventure Begins, but the main story within is the same. 

The light reveals their true Alphian form (symbolic only, not a lore aspect) while their shadow shows their ultimate fate as a member of Clone Force 99/Bad Batch. The bookshelves are a key location (library), but the merge into woods represents how they're entering into a very real adventure that isn't just a fantasy they write into books. Really happy how it turned out ^^

Onto the main post! 

TLDR: Adventures!AU is being drastically shortened for my sanity and physical health into two arcs (six books each) but most likely will cease full chapter uploads after arc one as I am tired af, I don’t want to be doing this series into my 50s, and I want to turn my focus back to my originals eventually. Next year will see postings of the series prologue, Anachronism, as well as hopefully the Remaster of Off to a Great Start/The Adventure Begins. I will still be very active on my discord, where some chapters of next year's stories have already been posted. But for my other story posting sites (aka Wattpad) all new Star Wars content is on hiatus until 2026.

Been wanting to make a big post for a while for the people who aren’t a part of the discord, especially since I’ve more or less dropped off the face of tumblr after it became unhealthy due to comparison eating me alive. If you like my work, you’re welcome to join the server which is dedicated to my works. I’m active in there a few times a week, and even post bi-weekly updates as to what I’ve been working on. And I’ve posted six chapters of remastered Off to a Great Start/The Adventure Begins complete with new scenes, new povs, and even more snark! Just message me for the link, I'm still wary of a stalker finding me again.

Now, for the meat of this update. 

Y’all. I am just… dog dead tired. And stressed beyond belief. Some of it isn’t related to the Adventures!AU itself (job hunt, burnout from completing my Masters in May, ect), but a lot of it admittedly is. Considering I’ve written almost 500k words in just under 5 years, it’s no surprise. Some people don’t write that in a lifetime, and I’m out here doing that on top of college. Proud of myself for that. 

What I’m not proud of, however, is ignoring my body’s warning signals and pushing myself past my limits not once, but twice. Once in 2022, and now again in 2024. Nothing major or genuinely life-altering, but when I say my health anxiety went off the rails. Been a rough few weeks lol. 

But that leads me to now. 

Adventures!AU. My series following the adventures of my self-insert as they become a member of Clone Force 99 back when it was just four members, with the added twist of it being in an alternate universe where the Star Wars universe has crossed over with my original stories. It’s not as big as non-self insert series, but Over the River and Through the Woods (which sits at a whopping 66 chapters and 200k+ words) once got #19 out of 60k in the ocs tag. The series has been going since April 2020, seeing four completed stories of various lengths and one WIP that sits at 21 chapters and 93k words. 

Aside from the recently completed Fallen Not Forgotten, it’s been on hiatus since Dec of 2023. At least as far as chapter uploads go. It’s certainly not been collecting dust. To say it underwent some intense restructuring in July is an understatement. A big understatement. 

I originally had seventeen books planned for the series as of three months ago, sectioned into four arcs with Anachronism kinda being a “prologue” to the main Adventures!AU series. Before this timeline is banished to the dream graveyard, I’m sharing it so y’all can at least see where it was gonna go. The four arcs would have had four books each, and were structured thus:

Bonds Forged Through Fire and Storm

Off to a Great Start (25 chapters)

Over the River and Through the Woods (66 chapters)

To the Far Reaches (66 chapters)

Welcome to War Games (25 chapters)

Into the Light Through Acts in the Dark

Commander, Meet the Cat (Remastered, 20 chapters)

Fallen Not Forgotten (Remastered, 20 chapters)

Risk vs Reward (20 chapters)

Bane of My Existence (20 chapters)

Wars of the Realms

Call of the Wild (20 chapters)

Convergence Hijinks (20 chapters)

Let’s See What You’re Really Made Of (20 chapters)

Anachronistic Adventures (20 chapters)

Decaying Dreams and Deadly Dances

Shadow in the Dark (40 chapters)

Murder Uncle Mayhem (40 chapters)

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (40 chapters)

A Legacy in Question(40 chapters)

The plans I had for this series were intricate, deep, and would push many characters to their limits. 

But turns out, it wasn’t just the characters pushed to their breaking point. 

I got sick. A rather severe case of acid reflux that landed me in the docs office for the second time in two years. That started in mid-July, and I’m still dealing with it. Will probably be dealing with the sickness afterward for another month at least. But leading up to all that, I’ve been reflecting on the series as a whole and where exactly I want it to go, how I want it to end, and all that jazz. 

Then I did a scheduling test in Excel using the above chapter load plus the 30 I had planned for Anachronism. Assuming two chapters a month with minimal breaks here and there, this series would finally end in 2050. That is by no means sustainable, and while I have had a lot of fun with this series and daydreaming about the different plotlines is a comfort activity, I can’t see myself writing these books for that long. I really want to publish my original stories some day, but I also won’t pretend that I’m not a bit tired of the series. At least, tired of pushing myself to work on stories that just don’t give the same rush of dopamine they used to. It’s almost a chore now to work on them, at least in the case of FNF. 

Full disclosure, that story has been a problem child since day one. Actually, I’m pretty sure the stress of that story is what pushed me over the edge and caused the health issues in 2022 that sent me to the doc with acid reflux the first time. Messing with canon and trying to keep the timeline continuous (with timetravel in the mix too) was nothing short of infuriating. The trajectory changed so many times as I wrote it, which I sadly feel is evident in the story. It really seems like a disjointed mess. I’m just so disappointed how it turned out, but I was determined to at least finish it and not leave everyone on a cliffhanger. And I’m proud of myself for at least finishing it, even if I cut out at least four threads from the ending. It just wasn’t healthy to keep going. 

Nor was it going to be healthy if I kept the series structured like I had it. 

So, I took the steps to fix that. 

Seventeen stories became twelve, four arcs became two. Some storylines were combined into one book (ex: Risk vs Reward and Bane of My Existence) while others (ex: Adventures!AU Batch meeting canon batch in Convergence Hijinks) were cut completely. I hated to lose some, but I’ve always been one to appreciate quality over quantity. Combining books and plotlines will help streamline things and make it more manageable. Some books also get new titles.

Arc one keeps its name, and will cover six books; Four main books then a prologue and epilogue of sorts. Anachronism, The Adventure Begins, Over the River and Through the Woods, To the Far Reaches, Welcome to War Games, and Moving Back to Look Forward. This arc covers Shadow’s initial fandom jump into the Tintin 2011 movie, their first mission with the Bad Batch, and them meeting the sailors again this time with the Batchers. Arc two will also keep its name and cover the entirety of the group’s interference of Star Wars the Clone Wars canon (rescuing Domino to taking down Palps), with a similar set up to arc one. Fallen Not Forgotten, Risk vs Reward, Level Up, Shadow in the Dark, No Good Deed Goes Unpunished, and A Legacy in Question. 

But I know that even the shortening isn’t drastic enough. I feel only dread thinking about the series now, and that won’t do. So, though it kills me, Arc One will probably be the only arc that gets an official posting. Once Moving Back to Look Forward ends in 2030 (barring any major complications), that will be it for official full length postings of Adventures!AU. I’ll still post snippets and segments from arc two on Discord (like I do now occasionally), but MBtLF will end in a way that wraps everything up nicely. I’ll be sure to craft it so it can remain open ended to their adventures, but the current trajectory will see the “main” storyline with Shadow and the Batch, plus the Tintin sailors, close in arc one. 

That’s the long term goal. So what’s short term? 

Next year I plan to at least partially post Anachronism. That story has remained in the drafts for long enough. Yes, that means To the Far Reaches is backed up another year for posting (2026). That story has a lot of emotional moments, a lot of dealing with past trauma and relationship issues, and I just don’t have the spoons for that right now. For those intense moments, I have to crack myself open a bit and let my heart bleed onto the page. I’m not in a position to do that right now. Anachronism lacked that depth, being a bit more surface level than the stories with the Batchers. It’s got its own emotional moments, but it’s not nearly as taxing. Additionally, I’m going back through what was Off to a Great Start (now The Adventure Begins) and bringing it up to the standards I try to hold OtRaTtW and TtFR to. But I learned my lesson posting stories out of order so I’m going to get Anachronism finished so there’s no continuity issues. 

That brings me to my next point; Adventures!AU canon. 

I’ve already announced that the posted C,MtC and FNF are both non-canon and should not be taken as fact. You can still enjoy them (best you can with the crack-writing) but any continuity issues should be ignored as they are from an earlier draft of the Adventures!AU. Well, that decanonization treatment is extending beyond those two. The Adventure Begins, Over the River and Through the Woods, and To the Far Reaches aren’t non-canon per se, but rather some elements of the remastered versions may contradict the original postings. Going forward, the “truest” version will be those depicted in the works posted to Adventures!AU Remastered on Wattpad. The first story (The Adventure Begins) won’t drop there until at least November 2025 but you’re free to watch it in the meantime. It’ll sit dormant for quite a bit longer though. Nothing major will change in the stories, but I plan to add some extra scenes and tweak some minor details (the Batchers time in the galaxy is one big thing I’m looking at tweaking). 

Let’s see. checks notes Yep, I think that covers everything! At least for now lol. I always have stuff to say, but this will probably be the last long update post for quite some time. 

Thanks for hanging around, and for reading this long post lol.

[yaboijakie]

howdy, i wrote another tf2 drabble that doesn’t really fit anywhere, this time focusing on scout and spy. y’all have fun with this one, it’s all entirely based around one punchline. 

Ever since his co-workers had come to learn of his relationship with Scout, Father’s Day on Teufort had become an unbearable holiday for Spy. Not only was it mindlessly hot with the day falling in Summer, but the others would relentlessly tease him for the entire day, throwing snide comments at him with Scout absolutely in hearing range, which drove him insane. 

But this year everyone was… quiet. No comments, jokes, or jabs, they had all left Spy relatively alone for the day. 

Which really only made him worry more as to what they may be planning. 

And his fears only worsened when he saw Demoman and Sniper pushing Scout towards him. 

“What’s the big deal?! You guys don’t have to shove that hard- ah, hey Spy,” Scout said sheepishly as he elbowed the other two away from him. At that, they gave Scout and Spy some space but were still in view so Spy could see them snickering. He glared at them before turning his attention to Scout with what he hoped was a calm and indifferent stare. 

“What is it?” Spy said coolly. 

“Look, uh… for some reason the guys wanted me to give you this,” Scout said quickly, bringing out a wrapped box from behind him. Spy stared at it, dumbfounded, as Scout continued. “And for some reason they wanted me, specifically, to give it to ya - I dunno why! - and they also won’t say what it is or why I’m even givin’ it to you, so uh. Have it if you want.” 

Scout held out the box dumbly. Spy continued to stare at it without moving. 

“...Er,” Spy cleared his throat. “Thank you.” He said quietly, and took it from the younger man. Scout seem surprised that he even took it. 

“No prob. I mean, I’m not the one who got it, like I said, I dunno what it is so hopefully it’s- not a bomb. I dunno why someone would get a bomb, unless it was Cyclops, he would’ve done that, but he said it’s not a bomb,” Scout rambled. Spy started unwrapping the box. “And y’know how he is, if it was a bomb, he prolly woulda said! Woulda been proud that it was a bomb, and I wouldn’t have said anything, I can be part of a prank! No offense, Spy,” Spy started opening the box. The snickering from Demoman and Sniper got louder. “But, y’know, you’re a dick, no one really likes you all that much. And you know that, so you wouldn’t have a problem with stuff like that. Since you sorta do it on purpose. Anyway, what’d they get you?” 

Spy held up the mug from the box. 

“Aw, nice! A mug! Looks pretty decent too!” Scout said cheerfully. 

Spy, however, was not so happy. 

Because on the side of the mug he was looking at, the side that was currently not in Scout’s line of sight, he could see what was written on it. 

The tacky, absolutely ridiculous mug that someone thought was a fantastic joke said in big, bold, red letters, 

“WORLD’S SLUTTIEST ABSENT FATHER” 

Spy’s expression went from indifferent to absolutely horrified. Demoman and Sniper were howling with laughter. Scout was only growing more and more confused by the second. 

“Wha- the hell’s goin’ on, what’s so funny?! Lemme look-” Scout snatched the mug away from Spy before he had a second to react. Scout took a moment to read it and a grin slowly spread on his face. 

“That’s- ha- that’s really- haHAH- god that’s really freakin’ funny,” Scout said, trying to cover his laughs in between his words. Then he squinted at the mug. “Wait, Spy, you’re a dad?” 

Spy didn’t have a chance to answer that, as he was already chasing Demoman and Sniper with the intent to kill them.

[lailyn]

A Face In The Crowd, Ch 6

Mobius' swift return was met with both relief and disbelief; to their collective surprise, Judge Renslayer had given the go ahead without so much as an argument. 

“How in the world did you get Renslayer to say yes?” Vincent asked suspiciously. 

“Nice to know you had so much confidence in me, Doc,” Mobius said. “Bargaining is a tool y’all need to learn. It comes in handy sometimes.”

“You bargained, huh?" Vincent snorted. "What did you give away? Hope you didn’t offer her a kidney or something.”

“Nah, I’m saving up Loki’s kidneys for hopefully something bigger in the future,” Mobius said coolly. “All she wants is a front seat to the whole thing.”

Vincent’s eyebrows rose to meet his hairline. “She wants to watch me at work? That’s new.”

“I didn’t even have to twist her arm," Mobius said with a shrug. "She just said to knock yourself out. Maybe she’s warming up to you at last. You have given us some good results in the past.”

“Well, it is about time I get some recognition for my genius,” Vincent agreed wholeheartedly.

“You don’t look too happy,” Mobius said, finally noticing the frown on Loki’s face. 

“I find it a bit suspect how easily it went, that’s all,” Loki said. “Do you think it’s a good idea to have her sit in?” 

“It’s not like we have a lot of say in the matter,” Mobius said. “And this wouldn't be the first time we’ve allowed the prisoners temporary access to their powers.” 

“That is true, we do it sometimes for research purposes,” Vincent said, backing up Mobius’ claim. “And your magic will be limited to the manipulation of basic physiological parameters, like your internal homeostasis and thermoregulation to name a few so you can adapt to the harsh environment you’d expect to encounter on Mount Everest.”

Loki made a sound of dismay. “Are you serious?”

“We’re not a bunch of idiots, Loki,” Mobius said. "Giving you full rein of your magic when the last Variant who executed a spectacular jailbreak happened to be a Loki? It's never gonna happen."

"I don't know if I should feel proud or insulted," Loki muttered.

"How about grateful? This is your chance to get into the TVA's good graces," Mobius said. “Pull this off and maybe we’ll keep you around.”

"Grateful," Loki echoed in a voice dripping with sarcasm. "How very kind of you to say that, when I'm the one doing you a favour."

"I'm always grateful for you, Loki," Mobius said with an easy smile. "Thanks to you, I will always have a job."

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“I’ve seen this before.”

“Looks familiar, doesn’t it?” Vincent said. “We lifted the design off the detention cell on board the Helicarrier. You know, the one you trapped your dear brother in. You should feel right at home.”

Loki knocked on the glass lightly with his knuckles. “Will it hold?"

"It's an upgraded version. We've used it to subdue a Thor variant or two. If it could contain your brother, I'm sure it could contain you," Vincent said absently. 

“Your taunts do not bother me,” Loki said, though his glare clearly said otherwise. “Get in with me, if you dare.”

Vincent’s smile turned savage. “That sounds like a proposition.”

“Mobius was right,” Loki said flatly. “You work too much. You see subtext in everything.”

“Word of advice, we don’t project our loneliness here at the TVA, Loki.”

Loki snorted loudly, but said nothing.

"Talking about my work, I do not see it as a flaw. I see it as having a purpose," Vincent said. "Without purpose, what good are we?"

"Having a purpose is important when you have a short shelf life, I suppose. It doesn't really apply to me, I'm either going to die very soon, or live longer than any of you."

Ever the reader between the lines, Vincent proceeded to ask, "Are you afraid?"

"Of dying?" 

"How very simplistic," Vincent said. "Let's not kid ourselves. You meant to die when you took that arrow."

The silence that followed stretched the seconds into painful minutes, poignant and heavy.

"Does Mobius know?" Loki asked quietly.

"He does now," Vincent said. "I told him."

Loki remained unusually impassive. "Of course you did." 

Vincent let out a frustrated sigh, earning him a sharp look from Loki. 

"You’re being really annoying right now," Loki growled. "Spit it out, why don’t you? What are you trying to imply?" 

"Appreciate being alive? Just a suggestion,” Vincent said.

What followed was another soul-crushing pause of agonising silence.

"How can I, Doctor?" Loki questioned gently. "I lack purpose."

"That's not true," Vincent said swiftly. "Purpose doesn't have to be altruistic or life-defining. It can be as simple as wanting to live another day to listen to your favourite song or engage in banter with your sworn enemy."

"Something to live for, one day at a time."

"That's exactly right."

"That is so sad," Loki said. He pressed his face against the impenetrable glass barrier again, but this time there was a fire in his expression that had not been there before.

"You just found one, didn't you?"

"Yes," Loki said, eyes glinting with excitement. "I'm going to burn this place to the ground."

Vincent nodded nonchalantly as though he had been expecting such an answer all along. "Start with my office. I've been asking for an ergonomic work desk for ages."

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The day of the experiment could not come soon enough, but now, standing inside the temperature chamber with so many eyes watching, Loki could feel his confidence waver. 

His reluctance must be written all over his face, for Mobius to see it from where he was observing up on the viewing deck.

"You survived the cold of outer space, this should be an easy ride for you." Mobius' voice crackled through the intercom.

"For the millionth time, it is not the temperature that is the problem, it is altitude," Vincent muttered. "I pray for the day when communicating scientific concepts to non-science people stops being so tedious."

"Can we proceed?" Judge Renslayer's razor-sharp voice cut in. "Some of us don't have all day."

"Let the record show this is Doctor Vincent Strange, Personnel Number S616, Chief Medical Officer of the TVA. I will be overseeing the High Altitude Simulation Study today on subject Variant L1130." Vincent looked at the silent figure sitting cross-legged in the cell. "L1130, do you consent?"

Loki rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, "Now you ask me."

"Od - " Vincent caught himself, acutely aware of the distrustful eyes watching his every move. "Laufeyson."

"Yes, yes, I consent," Loki said, waving a hand. "Not that it matters."

"He likes to talk, this one," Mobius said, amused. 

Ravonna's reply was hostile and sinister. "He won't be talking for long. Doctor Strange, get on with it."

"Aye, aye, Ma'am," Vincent sighed. He cleared his throat loudly. "It is now fourteen hundred Sacred Timeline time, and the test will commence - ” he pressed the start button. “Now.”

Frigid air and snow blew in through the vents into the chamber, and the atmospheric pressure began to drop with each increment on the altimeter.

It did not take long before the first signs of hypothermia set in. Ice clung to Loki's eyelashes and hair, and the tips of his fingers as well as his nose turned an alarming dusky colour.

Vincent spoke into the intercom, "How are you doing, L1130?"

"P-peachy," Loki managed a laugh despite shivering uncontrollably. "How is it l-looking from all the way down there?"

"Your body core temperature has now decreased by 15%. You should be feeling it in a minute or two."

"Oh, I am feeling it right now," Loki gritted through chattering teeth. He tried coaxing his ice magic to life, but it was like attempting to swim against a rip current; the more he tried to get to the shore, the further the tide pulled him out to sea. 

Vincent silently counted the rise and fall of Loki's chest. "Respiratory rate is elevated at sixty breaths per minute."

"There is still time," Ravonna purred.

Vincent could hear the smile in her voice, and it sickened him to the core. He tried again. "Judge Renslayer, the subject's oxygenation saturation is approaching hypoxic level, you have to deactivate the limiters now."

Loki's face twisted in agony as he clenched his chest, vapour escaping from his blue-tinged lips with each desperate gasp for breath. 

As his lungs began to fill with fluid, blood frothed at the corner of his mouth. He banged his fist against the glass, growing visibly weaker with each passing second.

Vincent could see Mobius yelling at Renslayer, gesticulating wildly with his hands, but the judge simply stood with a smug smile on her face. 

This was a power struggle, one that Renslayer was clearly winning.

Hanging onto the last tethers of consciousness, Loki peered through the glass, and his glazed eyes met Vincent's. 

Gone was the centuries worth of pain and fury that personified Loki from the day they met. All that remained was sadness, and…fear.

Are you afraid of dying?

It was only then that Vincent realised, he never did hear the answer from Loki's mouth. 

I don't want to go, the watery green eyes pleaded, Not like this.

It was warm outside the chamber, but Vincent felt the chill all the same, collecting at the base of his spine like an icy finger running down his back. 

Loki's eyes fluttered to a close.

Through a haze of red and muffled voices, Vincent threw himself over the controls and his fingers flew over the keys, entering the codes required to bring the experiment to a halt.

The howling gales persisted despite his frantic commands, and Loki's vital signs continued to plummet. 

As the blaring of the alarms reached a deafening clamour, Vincent looked up at the observation window, where Ravonna was standing, gloating. 

Mobius was no longer by her side; he must have made his way down by now. True enough, the sounds of banging and shouting from the door soon joined the cacophony.

There was only one thing left to do. If Vincent could not bring the wretched experiment to a halt…he could override the magic limiters. He knew the codes, being one of the handful of people in the TVA who did.

Yes, he could return Loki's magic, and ensure that one of them would live. 

After this stunt, there was no way Vincent would not pay with his life.

What are you doing? He screamed internally.

Primum non nocere. Do no harm.

Loki was unconscious now, his frostbitten digits twitching in the artificial snow.

Vincent pressed his hand onto the palm print reader, authorisation from the higher ups be damned -

The collar around Loki's neck disengaged, and the detention cell imploded in a burst of bright green light.  

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"Mobius…"

"Shhh. Don't try to speak." Mobius pressed the oxygen mask over Loki's face, "Just breathe."

"Vincent?"

"Vincent's been...detained."

Loki's bruised lungs seized at the news, and a series of painful, wet coughs wracked his body.

"I'll take care of it." Mobius' soft tone hardened. "I'll take care of it."

[hinar3dx]

APSJDNFNWJFJEJX OK SO IVE JUST CAUGHT UP ON TEAM HARMONY (Turns out I didn’t read up to chapter 23 like I thought I did-) AND THE NEWEST CHAPTER TOO AND- O M G ? ? ? ? ?

First off: It was literal PERFECTION- frickin Itachi and Hinata are so CUTE and I love the way they interact!!! (Her noticing Itachi’s attractiveness was a nice add on!!!)

Itahina is literally my weak spot, every time y’all write it I feel a piece of myself m e l t ! i feel like this little scene might lead to conflict later down the line between Hinata and Sasuke though. He already feels second best to Itachi, and like his replacement, so how will he react once (if) he finds out about these little meet ups? speaking of conflicts- Naruto’s sadness/anger at the announcement made me feel for him like- i can’t- the way Sasuke handles it is kinda annoying like- HE WAS GONNA LEAVE HIM OUT OF SUNRISE WATCHING??? NAH-

Also! I’m very curious about Minato and what he’s doing about what Hinata told him about Itachi and Danzo. It’s definitely something important, and I know he’s doing an investigation, but it just feels like he’s not gonna be able to do much unless he gets something concrete, something he can chase. Which brings to mind, why didn’t Hinata tell him about the arm? Even though Itachi told her not to, would it not be helpful for her to throw Minato a bone and tell him?

And Sai sneaking around Hinata!!!! Danzo better watch out before dismissing her so easily, but what exactly will Sai be doing? What’s his mission? and the C-rank from hell!!! How will Team Kakashi handle Zabuza and Haku? Assuming y’all are following the canon timeline and will have that be their first c-rank! I’m really curious to see where everything will go!

i hope your hiatus treats y’all well! I shall patiently await the next chapter.

-Your Obedient Reader

To my Obedient Reader,

There will definitely be some issues that will come to a boiling point by the time we hit the Search for Tsunade arc! In fact, it's something we're VERY excited to write and post up for our readers. I know what direction I want it to go in, but I have to let it write itself out when we get to it <3

As for how Sasuke handles Naruto's emotions, it's a bit heartless but he does have to think about it politically rather than emotionally. Still, he is also just a kid who is now officially engaged to the girl he's super into so he wants alone time. But I totally get it!

There's a lot that Hinata can't reveal to Minato outright, even though they're both aware of who her "source" is. With the arm, Itachi wants to be sure and have more information than just the arm. He wants to give Minato the how and who is helping so he'll have more to go on in the future. I hope that makes sense <3

Sai's mission is the one he is still working on when you meet him in Shippudden canonically! I should've made that one a bit more clear, sorry!

The Land of Waves arc is going to go mostly the same as in canon, so hopefully, it won't be too boring or even disappointing. There will be differences that account for how strong they currently are as well as having a Byakugan on the team this time around though!

Honestly, this hiatus was meant to also help me get my butt into gear so I can finish writing the rest of part one before giving birth, but I've mostly just been crocheting and sleeping and nesting! Hopefully, I can get more done soon!

Thank you so much for your asks! They make our day <3 Every time I show them to R3DX, he gets pretty proud (especially since this is his first time delving into fanfiction), so that's always nice to see. I hope I was able to clear some things up!

[call-jupiter]

committing myself to attempting a chapter in the form of a true-crime doc for The Sycamore Tree lmfao should be fun but we’ll have to see how it goes. I like challenging myself and trying my hand at a variety of writing styles and this fic being my first rookie fic AND being as long and as… involved… as it is makes it a good sandbox for some experimentation. might scrap it if it pisses me off but the attempt will be made. I already know exactly what ground it’s gonna cover and everything so I’m looking forward to putting those chapters in proper writing (not just an outline) so I can really get to work on this one knowing fully how the relevant chapters before it panned out. it’s planned and all but I need to actually finish the chapters first bc I’m not… always great at following my own outlines. lol.

since I’ve been trying to flesh it out with subplots and side action and new characters and bottle chapters and things my outline has come out feeling structured very much like a season of television. so I thought it’d be cool to try and take one of the show’s unique episode formats and incorporate it in. turning Sycamore into something of like a… what-if for s5 on the whole rather than just a canon divergence that happens to start in s5? like I want it to be Large Scale. if my readers and I are committing to 40 chapters that range from 7-10k words each, I might as well use that space to its full potential.

I’m rambling. but what y’all are gonna learn about me the more and more active I get in the fanfic scene for this show is that there’s nothing I love more than using my socmed platforms to pontificate my little fic ideas instead of making private notes. do it on my twt all the time for bbc merlin bc that’s the place I promo those works. tumblr’s become a bit of a home base for my rookie content (which is just Sycamore rn but hopefully more in the future since I’m enjoying creating this one so much). that means these random little musings about potential fics or directions for those wips are mostly gonna land here. feel free to ignore them. or, hell, if I post some off-hand concept that you like go ahead and lift it for your own works. I think that’s why I like making notes this way tbh bc then if an idea is dead-on-arrival for me it could theoretically find life in the hands of another writer who came across it. like paying it forward or whatever but in fic prompts. inspiring myself and hopefully other writers in the process—since I know coming up w an idea is half the battle. might be a bit presumptuous but it’s like if I do it this way maybe I can make that part a bit easier on my future self or on someone else. idk.

anyway. love y’all a lot. like a lot a lot. the support is still mind-blowing to me. I don’t think I’ll ever quite wrap my head around it. very surreal. so hopefully you can bear w me and my aimless posts like this and my writing experiments that may or may not succeed. I’m so proud of this work so far but it’s such new territory for me and it really feels like it’s asking a lot of the audience to stick w it since it’s… so much. like I want the diversions from the main arc to feel natural and engaging. it’s difficult tho bc I’m not a professional or whatever. I’m not even someone w an english/writing/literature background or something. I’m just a pharmacology student writing some silly little fanfiction in my spare time.

what I mean to say is that I’m trying my damnedest to make it worth your time to read it all. even the parts that aren’t chenford or aren’t connected to the main plot. like they’re there bc I feel like it adds to the experience not bc I’m trying to pad the length. and ik that in my mind but sometimes I see the current word count or my projections for the final word count based on the average of the finished chapters and I question how it comes off. like I worry a bit that adding stuff like that could seem superfluous even tho it’s not my intention. I don’t want Sycamore to be long for the sake of being long. I want it to be long so it can feel like a whole universe. like a highly fictionalized thing still grounded somewhat in reality. not just a one-track story to get characters straight from point A to point B. you know?

idk what I’m saying anymore but. it all makes sense in my head. I just have so many thoughts about this work and I’m also just so excited to write it and publish it and let you see it but it’s very slow-going bc I want it to be as good as possible.

anyway. weird little draft note thing over. there was a point to this somewhere but I definitely lost it midway. lmfao. this is what happens when I forget to take my adhd meds and can’t focus enough to actually write but still want to feel like I’m making progress. whoops.

[pinkmilkyblue]

Was experimenting with monochrome color palettes, so have some Baby Dark Sides as Lock, Shock, and Barrel!!

I bet you they watched The Nightmare Before Christmas every year together (for both Halloween AND Christmas)🖤����

(COLORED VERSION BELOW)

[callsign-squints]

Platonic soulmates ~ Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin (HC)

Notes: I decided to try out a different format of fic so hopefully this turns out okay. Also yes, I’m mainly a Fanboy page but I want to try out writing for all of the Top Gun: Maverick characters.

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• Jake and you became friends in freshmen year of high school

• He pulled your ponytail, trying to be funny, but he didn’t think it was very funny anymore once you turned around and socked him in the face

• You both got in trouble and begrudgingly apologized, but eventually came to a truce once Jake bought you food as a better “I’m sorry”

• Ever since then, when you’re mad at Jake, he buys you food as a peace offering

• With you both being from Texas (I’m sorry if you’re not from Texas :’) please go with it) you both spent your time on the ranch Jake’s parents owned

• He taught you how to ride a horse and in your spare time, you’d ride together, talking about drama you’ve both heard at school

• An occasional race would ensue (with you winning and Jake coming in a couple seconds after) and Jake was a complete sore loser about who won, always stating it was a tie

• Speaking of drama, Jake LOVES to gossip

• There was that one time where you two were gossiping and Jake nearly fell off his horse from whipping his head so fast

~~

“And then Maria walked back upstairs and saw her boyfriend with her sister and they were COMPLETELY naked!”

“Wait Maria saw what and who now?!” Jake said while whipping his head around to face you, and incredulous look on his face. Without thinking of how fast he was turning, Jake nearly fell clean off his horse, narrowly grabbing a tight hold of the reins.

“Jake!”

“I- I’m okay, Y/n! I just gotta-” Jake hoists himself back up and once he feels stable, he perks up, “So Maria saw what and who now?! And doing WHAT!?”

Y/n tried to hold back their laugh but it escaped as Jake went back to being his dramatic self, like you knew he would be.

~~

• Growing up the way Jake did, he always had a hard time expressing emotions

• It took him 5 months to really trust you and another 4 months after that to even talk to you about what he was feeling on a daily basis

• You, of course, let Jake take his time and we’re there for him regardless

• He appreciated that more than you could ever know and knew that you were someone he wanted to keep around in his life

• While you and Jake experienced high school relationships, there was one time where he found you, crying might I add, because of a stupid guy who stood you up on a date

~~

“I’m sorry that you’re sitting here with me crying my eyes out. I’m also sorry that I’m soaking your shirt.”

“Don’t apologize, Y/n. You did nothing wrong, that douche of a guy doesn’t deserve you anyways.”

“But he was really cute!”

“I’m sure there will be another cute guy that will come your way at some point. Let’s just hope this one is less of a dick.” Jake attempts to comfort you, trying to channel all the comfort he can within the hug he’s giving you.

“Ugh, guys suck!”

Offended, Jake pushes you off your bed, saying, “Hey woah! What did I do?! You better not include me in that!”

~~

• Jake went to the Navy after high school and whether or not you decided to join the Navy with him, or you decided to follow a different aspiration, is up to you

• Jake was proud of you either way, like c’mon man, the guy knows you’re going to do great things someday

• Let’s say you enlisted in the Navy with him, you both were quite the team. One could not be seen without the other; a force to be reckoned with

• You received the callsign ‘Whiplash’ since you had pretty quick witted come backs and you had a tendency to surprise people when you were in the sky, which sometimes made them flinch/jerk back (Jake would also say it’s because you’re a terrible driver but we don’t talk about that)

• And hence your callsign was born

• Deployments were hard on the both of you but you both managed to get through it with the handful of FaceTime calls and text messages whenever y’all had the time

• When you were notified that you were being sent to Top Gun, you thought immediately about telling Jake

• Jake had the same idea and you ended up texting each other at the same time with the news

• After not seeing each other for a year and a half, the reunion was a slightly emotional one

~~

The chatter of a bunch of people and the smell of booze hits you all at once. Maybe you’d get a drink later, you wanted to find the one person before you do anything else.

A blonde head of hair catches your attention. Jake’s over by the pool table, laughing with another guy you don’t recognize.

“Damn, we haven’t seen each other for a year and a half and I’ve already been replaced? Way to strike me in my heart, Seresin.”

Jake’s ears immediately perked up. He turned around slowly and made eye contact with you.

“If that’s what you want to believe, sure, but I think you know me well enough to know that you’re far from replaceable.”

You two held eye contact for a while before he handed his pool stick to the guy next to him and encased you in a hug.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, every aviator was looking at the sight of Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin hugging another individual.

“It’s really great to see you, darlin. You have no idea how much I missed you.” Jake says while tightening his arms around you. He gives you a quick kiss to your temple before giving you a rare, genuine smile.

“Trust me, I know, honey.”

~~

• Now if you decided to follow a different aspiration, you and Jake tried your hardest to stay in touch

• Neither of y’all were used to not talking or seeing each other for quite some time, so it was a bit of an adjustment

• Jake couldn’t be more happy for you that you were living the life you always wanted and he was happy that he could still be there for you, even if he was on the other side of the world

• No matter where the both of you are, you always manage to come back together

• Anywaysssss✨

• I’m thinking of Iceman and Slider type of vibes. Y’all compliment each other very well

• You both can be total assholes when you want to, Jake more than you but my statement still stands

• You stop Jake from being a dick to everyone on the Dagger squad, especially Bob (you have a soft spot for the WSO)

• Despite Jake not getting along with Rooster, you get along quite well with him

• Jake gets a little jealous at the fact that y’all get along, but he doesn’t ever voice it to you. The fear that he could lose you to Rooster scares the holy shit out of him. You eventually pick up on it

~~

“You’re worried about losing our friendship to Rooster?? Really??”

“Okay okay, I get it. No need to rub salt in the wound. I know I sound stupid.” Jake huffs while turning away from you.

Y/n smiled and scoots closer to Jake, as close as the couch they were sitting on would allow them. Y’all were having your weekly movie night and you didn’t expect things to turn out this way. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you thought about your next words.

“I don’t think it’s stupid. Your feelings are completely valid and I hope you know that no one could ever take your place in my life. No one compares to you or the bond we have. You’re my best friend Jake Seresin, you always have and always will be. Not even Rooster could change that.”

Jake didn’t reply but he could hear the sincerity in your voice. You always knew just the right things to say, regardless of the situation. He finally looked at you and knew that he had nothing to worry about anymore.

~~

• Phoenix, Halo, and yourself like to tag team and throw Jakes comments back at him

• Which in turn makes him pout and give you the “sad puppy eyes” but they stopped working on you years ago

• That doesn’t mean your “sad puppy eyes” stopped working on him

• He could never really say no to you. Maybe to some extent but otherwise, you’ll hardly ever catch him telling you no

~~

“Hey, what’re you doing there, sweets?” Jake says while looking down at you. You were hugging him from behind, arms wrapped around his midsection as he watched the rest of his friends play a game of pool.

“Mmmm sleepy and maybe a little bit drunk.”

“I told you that a shots competition with Coyote was a bad choice.” Jake was starting to think that coming to The Hard Deck with you after work was a bad idea.

“But hey, I won didn’t I?” Y/n says with sleep heavily within their eyes.

Jake laughs, “Yes, yes you did. C’mon let me take you home.”

“Noooo! Can’t we stay like this a little longer?” Your arms around his waist tighten as Jake throws his head back, laughing at your comment.

“Sure sweets, but after the game finishes, I’m taking you home and I’m staying with you so you don’t die from puking in your sleep.”

He didn’t hear a response from you but figured you were content with the decision. He started to slightly sway with the music playing throughout The Hard Deck, as he refocused back on the game.

~~

• No one outside of your friend group understood y’all’s friendship. They would try to bet on when you two would get together but it was to no avail

• When asked if you were dating, the both of you would look at each other and fake gag

• While Bob and Phoenix weren’t the biggest fans of Hangman, they did like to see him happy. It was a weird sight to see, Jake actually smiling without malice in it, but they liked y’all’s friendship. You both completed each other nicely

• Even Coyote thought you were good for him. As time went on, he grew to accept you as a friend as well and could definitely see why Jake and you got along so well

•Coyote also may or may not have a small crush on you but you nor Jake need to know that bit of information

• People also thought it was weird seeing Jake being touchy with someone he wasn’t going to sleep with (our boy is a little hoe :3 )

• It wasn’t anything new for y’all. Touch was just something that was natural between you two

• Jake always had his arm around your shoulder, or on the back of your seat, or on the small of your back

• You always looped your arm through his whenever y’all would walk together, laid your head on his shoulder when you were sitting next to each other, or the occasional pinky link when you were anxious

• Some of the girls that would walk up to Jake and flirt with him thought you two were a thing and would sometimes act shitty with you

• Which wasn’t a surprise, you knew your best friend was good looking, but the unnecessary bitchy-ness wasn’t needed

• Jake didn’t take too kindly to those who were disrespectful to you, even if they were pretty girls

~~

“Oh come on! Let me buy you a drink, handsome!” Some blonde girl with green eyes batted her lashes at Jake, who wasn’t really interested.

“Thank you for the offer but I’m good, thanks.” Jake gives her a polite smile.

The girl doesn’t seem to take the rejection well because she immediately taps you roughly on the shoulder, as if YOU’RE the one who said no.

“Hey hun, no offense, you’re kinda cock blocking me. Do you think you can do me a favor and just-” She makes the gesture for you to move along.

You were shocked to say the least. You weren’t even talking to Jake at the time, too focused on Phoenix and Rooster playing darts, to even pay attention to this chick.

“Hey, don’t talk to them that way. Saying that they were “cock blocking” you is insinuating that you had a chance. Sorry girly, but I didn’t even consider one.” Jake smiles at her, though it’s a lot less polite.

The girl scoffs, “You’re missing out! You’re stuck with whatever that is!”

“They’re a hell of a lot better than you, so I’m not complaining.”

The girl looks red in the face as she stomps off. It’s silent between you and Jake before you both burst out laughing.

~~

• As you can tell, Jake has a major soft spot for you. Always has, always will

• He may be a hard ass to everyone else but he eases up with you

• If I could think of a song to label your friendship with Jake, it would have to be “Hey Brother” by Avicii

• You are a key piece in Jake’s life and vice versa

• He has said time and time again that you’re one of the most important people in his life, other than his mom, and that you’re stuck with him until Father Time comes a knockin

• And you don’t mind, not one bit

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Sorry that this was super long but I had to get that good story line going! I plan on making more of these, if this one goes well. Thanks for reading! :)

[naturesapphic]

i heard you are doing mommy! alcina and with that information i shall request a fluffy autumn sick fic, idk whenever the season changes i get sick

Sick baby

Mommy!alcina dimitrescu x littlefem!reader

Warnings: age regression

The wind was blowing outside in the garden where you were playing with your toys that alcina got you. She was watching you from above on her balcony while she was smoking her pipe. She’s trying to quit for you since you really don’t like her smoking. She may be immortal but you don’t want her lungs to get black and she would be coughing non stop.

Alcina could hear you sneezing and coughing from below from her balcony. She hurriedly went down the stairs to the garden to come get you away from the freezing winds. The seasons drastically changed from summer to fall in Romania and it really gets cold when it gets in the afternoon/nighttime.

“Draga mea! Come inside please darling, you are getting sick!”. You looked up from your toys and saw your mommy looking at you with concern written all over her face. You pouted, still wanted to play with your toys but you were a good girl and listened to your mommy. You picked up all your toys and walked over to alci. She picked you up with ease and she walked you inside with you in her strong arms.

You kept sneezing/coughing as alcina carried you to y’all’s shared room for your afternoon nap but first she asked one of her maids to get some medicine for you. Alcina placed you down on your shared bed with her and she kissed your forehead softly. “Okay draga mea, mama is going to be right back, I’m just heading to the kitchen to get your medicine little one. Be a good girl and wait for mommy.”

You nodded and pouted as you would miss your mommy even if it was for a few minutes. You watched as you watched al leave and you cuddled up to your favorite stuffie that alci gave you for your birthday this year. Alcina went to the kitchen to meet the maid that was supposed to get you some medicine. She saw the maid and thanked her quickly as she gotten the medicine from her. Al went back up to your shared room and found you fast asleep on her side of the bed.

Al smiled at how adorable you were but it quickly turned to a frown as she knew she had to wake you from your deep slumber. She went over to her side and kneeled down to your level, “darling? Love…wake up draga mea…I got you your medicine.”. You slowly opened your eyes and saw your mommy smiled down at you with love in her eyes. “Mmm…o’tay mama…”. You sat up and stretched as al got a spoon and poured some liquid medicine into it. She also got you some crackers and your favorite juice In your favorite sippy cup.

Al held the spoon up to your mouth and you took it. Your face screwed up in disgusted but swallowed it anyway. “Yucky mama yucky!” You said as you ate some crackers to hopefully get the taste out of your mouth. “I know darling but mama is so proud of you for taking it…mama loves you so so so much gargarita (lady bug). Such a good girl for mama…”. She praises you as you started wiggling around in happiness.

Al kissed you on your forehead and climbed in the bed beside you. “Go to sleep dear…mama will be right here when you wake up.” She held you close to her chest and as you fell asleep you heard al sing you a lullaby in Romanian and her saying “I love you draga mea. Forever and always.”

A/n: ahhhhh! This is my First Lady dimitrescu fic! I really hope you guys like it! :) remember to stay hydrated! I love you guys <3

[hiphop-rap-and-basketball]

Ya lil’ Glasses | LaMelo Ball One Shot

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,588

Summary: You and LaMelo Ball both attend UCLA for undergrad. Of course he happens to be that hype kid the class that’s loud with his friends. You both get paired up to do a project together for the class. He’s kind of mean and pokes fun and although he gets on your last nerve, you may or may not find him just a little tiny bit cute. Maybe.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, mentions of sex, female and male anatomy, orgasm control, possibly cliche, M/F.

A/N: damn forgive me it’s been a while since I’ve written smut, butttt I’m on a roll with writing lately soo that’s not stopping me. Let me know what y’all think ;) enjoyyyyy and happy reading

•••

You cannot believe you were paired up with Melo Ball for the most important assignment of this course for the semester. Yeah, it’s UCLA but they really just let any good sports player in and you cared about your education. He did not. All he did was mess around and crack jokes

with his friends in the class. Imagine acting like that in college, couldn’t be you.

When it came down to finally finding a time to work on it together, you could not wait to get it over with.

The first time you met with him for the project was in the common hall. You both settle down in your chairs and you pull out your laptops. As soon as Melo pulled his stuff out, he hopped on his phone.

“Can we just come up with an idea and be done today?” You ask, not really in the mood to ask for his full attention.

He looked at you before clicking his phone off and licking his lips.

“Yeah sorry, sorry, I gotchu.”

You cannot help but roll your eyes. He sits there in silence for a moment and actually starts shooting out ideas. You start writing them down until you finally agree on one.

“I think that’s a pretty good start,” you say, proud you guys at least got something down.

“I think so too. What you doing after this?” He asks, running his hands over his curls.

“Track practice at 4, shower, hopefully dinner after,” you say as you close up your laptop.

“You run track? Running is gross,” he laughs.

“How you gonna say running is gross when all you do is run up and down the court?” You ask, a little too loudly, someone shushes you and you both crouch down and begin whispering.

“Basketball is more than that,” he shot back, “you wouldn’t know.”

“Oh here we go, you all say that,” you respond, flicking your wrist at him.

“You all?? What that mean?” He asks.

“As in all the basketball players,” you laugh.

“Yeah yeah, you let me know when track become a real sport,” he fires back.

“It is!” You slam your fist on the table and he smirks, as if he is happy to get you all riled up.

“Mhmmm,” he replies.

“Over this conversation,” you say, getting up and throwing your backpack over your shoulder.

“When you trying to meet next?” He asks calmly, standing up close in front of you. You were looking up at him now, him being more than a foot taller than you made you feel small.

“I’m free all afternoon Wednesday, my class ends at 12:45p.m.”

“You would know when your class ends, nerd.” He responded.

You cock a brow at his attempt at a roast.

“Shut up,” you responded.

“Wednesday at 2p.m. Your dorm. How’s that sound?” He smiles.

“That works,” you shrug. He smiled at you before walking away. You both go your separate ways.

Wednesday came around quickly. Your head hurts today, so you decided to put your glasses on instead of wearing contacts. Even though you knew that would not help you deal with Melo’s bs. He was extra unfocused today.

“How was your dayyy?” He asked as he walking into your dorm room. He looked huge walking through the door it was kind of funny actually.

“Fine, and yours?” You ask, feeling obligated to do so since he asked you first.

“It was alright, better now that we are here working on our project together bestie,” he jokes, plops himself down on your bed to make himself comfortable. You sat on your desk chair facing him.

You caught up with a couple ideas and worked on some your work, actually getting something done, for now.

You had to show each other your screens, so you awkwardly sat next to him on the bed. He sat up. The two of you now with your backs up against the wall and feet hanging off the bed. You sit in silence for a moment.

“I like ya lil glasses, can I try them on?” He asked, smiled and looking in your direction now.

“N-“ before you could answer, he already swiftly pulled them off your face and put them in his anyway. You roll you eyes.

“Do I look smart?” He asked with the cheesiest smile on his face.

“You look stupid,” you reply coldly, although you secretly kind of liked how they looked on him. They fit his face well.

“I think you’re mad they look better on me,” he replied with a scoff.

“You’re sooo annoying,” you reply. Surprisingly feeling yourself fight a smile. “Can you focus please?”

He does the opposite of focusing, eyes looking around your dorm room for a moment.

“Have you ever had sex with a guy? Are you even straight,” He asked, catching you off guard. You took full offense to his question. Not because of him questioning your sexual orientation, but rather him thinking that was his business.

“That’s a personal question,” you respond quickly.

“Seriously? You have this single dorm all to yourself. You don’t even use it to its full benefits. You know how many girls I’d be bringing over if I lived in a single,” he tossed his pencil up in the air and caught it as he spoke.

“I’m here for my sport and to learn, not everything in college is about seeing how many people you can have sex with, Melo.” You responded, typing away at your computer.

Melo slowly lifted your computer off your lap, placing it on the opposite side of him.

“Hey-“ you reach out your hand to it. The room suddenly feeling a lot smaller than it was now that his face was right next to yours and you had nothing to do to keep your hands busy.

“Have you ever even kissed a guy?” He asked, you loosen up at his tone, which oddly enough seems a bit more sincere now.

“Um, no, no actually I haven’t,” you responded quietly, looking down on your lap.

“I don’t believe that.” He responded. “Stop lyin.”

“It’s true,” you shrug, throwing your hands up in defeat.

“You’re so pretty,” he smiles, making your heart skip a beat or two, but you’re usual chatterbox brain was too nervous to agree.

“Beauty standards have nothing to do with the fact that I haven’t kissed anyone yet. I simply choose not to settle-“

He cuts you off by grabbing the back of your neck with his large hands and pulling you in for a kiss. It lasted for what felt like forever but it was only about 10 seconds. Although you were surprised, you did not want to fight it, and you even found you hands settling on top of his shoulders before he pulled away.

You stared at him for a moment, wondering what in his right mind made him want to do that.

“Anyway, I’m ready to focus now,” he smiled, got up and sat in desk chair you were sitting in first.

You sat there eyes wide, trying to process what just happened.

“Um.. yeah… yeah okay,” you say slowly.

You sat there and decided to not acknowledge what just happened as well. Trying to focus on your work, you could not help by to continue replaying that moment in your head. The kiss on repeat for a while. A couple days even. You saw him in class and he was so nonchalant about it. It started to bother you.

It took everything in you not to ask him about the kiss. Not wanting to seem desperate but at the same time what the fuck. That caught you off guard completely.

The next time you too worked together, you worked in his dorm. His roommate was in there with you guys, engaging in the occasional conversation with the two of you.

This time, you actually cared about how you looked, wearing a little make up and wearing a floral sundress that stopped midway on your thighs.

When you walked up to the door, Melo looked you up and down for a moment before letting you in. He had shorts on with no shirt. His athletic build made your cheeks turn hot and look at the ground quickly.

“Welcome in,” he gestured. You walk in and it looks just as you thought a guys dorm room would look like. A damn mess.

You watched him with his back turned as he stood by his closet of clothes, muscles taut as he pulled a new shirt over his head.

You shuffled to get your stuff of your backpack out before he caught you staring and got to work.

His roommate was cute, and you did not care that you were flirting it up with him right in front of Melo. He kissed you with no explanation. You were determined to figure out why.

“Alright, I’m heading to the gym,” his roomie stated and you smile.

“Have funn,” you reply. You watch him walk out the door, looking down at your lap to flatten your dress then look back up at Melo. His face very clearly annoyed and unamused.

“What?” You smirk, asking in an oh-so innocent tone.

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head in response.

“Oh yeah?” You ask. “You sound a little pressed.” You push, big smirk on your face as you spoke.

“I’m good,” he replied coldly.

You confidently put your hand on his shoulder and replied. “Okay,” in a sarcastic tone.

He was not fucking with that. He pulled your arm down from his shoulder and pulled you into a kiss, this being your second time feeling his lips on yours. This one was more intense. You remember thinking of his lips and how they felt from the last kiss. Feeling them again made your heart pound with excitement.

“Shut up and don’t make me admit to jealousy,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m not giving you the satisfaction.”

His hands gripping the back of your hair and he spoke, eyes bouncing from your eyes and lips.

“Hmmm, I think you just did,” you nod your head and shrug your shoulder. He was not having your sarcastic tone. He pulled you closer to him, this time he was laying down and you were sitting top of his lap. He refused to break the kiss, hands from down your neck to your lower back.

In your mind, you were strategically making sure you were right on top of his dick. His lips felt so good to feel again. You were so lost in the heat of the moment now, as he began using his tongue in your mouth, you let out a small moan for the first time.

He let go of the kiss for a moment and smirked.

“I wanna hear your beautiful moans,” he admitted, voice deep and full of lust.

He flipped you over and now your body was underneath him on his bed. You lied down flat on your back. He hovered himself over you.

Kissing you a couple times more, before kissing his way down your neck and stopping at your breast.

“You knew what you were doing wearing this shit,” he stated sternly.

You roll your eyes, “shut up.”

“You gon stop giving me that smart mouth,” he replied, smirk on his face before making his way down further. Your heart beating even fast now. He lifted up your dress to find you only in a thong.

He quickly looked up you with a smirk on his face, shook his head and carried on. Yanking your panties off, his lip made their way to your clit like a magnet.

You moaned softly at the pleasure, in fear that someone might hear the two of you.

“What if he comes back?”

“I don’t give a fuck, he could watch,” his voice low and eyes hooded, way too focused at the task at hand to even look at you.

Licking and teasing at your folds, you feel yourself getting closer due to all the tension you had built up since you arrived to his dorm, your mind flashing the sight of him when you walked when he was just no shirt on. His dick print very clear through his shorts.

As you felt yourself getting close to the edge, he stopped, and looked up at you.

“Whyyy,” you groaned put your hands over your face in frustration.

“Because, you was talking all that shit,” he said with one finger in your folds as he rubbed it slowly.

“Please,” you said and his surprised eyes look into yours.

“Nope,” he smirked. Now you were not having it.

You reach down to his shorts and very clearly feel his hard member. You looked up at him with pleading eyes as you began to rub it slowly.

He leaned down and started kissing your neck. You and him both knew he did not want this to stop, and he was fighting with every ounce in his bones not to rip your dress off and fuck you right then and there.

But you knew how to get what you wanted.

“Then it’s my turn,” you smile, pushing him off you and getting down on your knees on the side of his twin sized bed.

Knowing you have never done this before, you were slightly worried you would not be that great at it. You moistened your mouth as you pulled his shorts down, you did not have anything to compare his size to, but you were guessing it was bigger than average.

You admired it for a moment before taking it into your mouth. You heard him suck in his teeth as you took a few licks.

“What’s the matter?” You ask innocently looking up at him through your lashes while you swirled your tongue around the tip.

He bit bottom lip threw his head back, you knew that no answer meant that shit was hitting.

“Keep doing that shit with your tongue,” he groaned quietly.

You keep going at it for a while, and stopped when you felt him starting to thrust into your mouth.

“That’s it,” he groaned as he pulled you on the bed, you watched as he began to slowly push himself inside of you, wincing at the pain, he went slow and you warmed up. He looked so good while he stroked you. You started to feel better and better. He watched you as you took all of him now and proudly.

“I told you to stop talking all that shit,” he groaned.

“I don’t regret it,” you smirk.

“You bout to,” he stated as he began to speed up the pace.

You moaned louder as he continued to thrust into you. You could not believe this moment was actually happening. Him giving into it fed into your pride.

You watching at he admired every ounce of body, gripping and tugging at your soft spots. He held your hips as he picked up the pace.

He pulled out and finished himself off on your stomach. You lay there feeling a mess, he gets a towel and you guys get yourselves together throwing the occasional smirk at each other.

“You look so pretty taking this dick,” he stated, grabbing your neck and kissing you slowly. You smiled into the kiss.

“I’ll do it again,” he confirmed, both hands holding your face as he kissed you hard, tonguing you down.

“Chillll,” you laugh. “Let’s get this damn assignment going already.”

[babyboibucky]

Charming (Part 2 of Charm)

Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky has everything planned out for his date with you.

Word Count: 2,566

Warnings: No TFATWS spoilers here, Bucky being charming (hence the title) is a warning in itself

A/N: Ahhh you guys, thank you for all the love for Charm! I didn’t expect for that oneshot to receive so much love from everyone. Can’t thank y’all enough!!! For those who haven’t read it yet, make sure to do so before reading this!

Charm (Part 1) || MAIN MASTERLIST

Bucky nervously waited outside of your apartment building. He made sure to plan really well for this date, he didn’t want to mess up. He really liked talking to you and he wanted you to enjoy this day.

“Okay, I’m ready!” You announced as you stepped out of the building, jogging downstairs to approach him.

You looked excited, Bucky noticed. Okay, that’s good. He’s off to a good start. He found himself smiling at you, admiring this light and bright aura that radiated off of you. He could use a little light in his life and it might be too soon for Bucky to even consider it, but you seemed like the perfect girl to him.

“Hi.” Bucky greeted. “You look beautiful.” He said, eyeing you from head to toe.

Bucky’s confidence grew when your cheeks turned pink at his compliment. You thanked him and let your eyes fall to his left arm, making Bucky instantly regret his decision to forego the gloves. He should’ve worn his jacket on top of his blue henley. All his worries though eventually dissipated when you reassured him.

“Glad you aren’t wearing your gloves, it looked really uncomfortable.” You told him genuinely.

Bucky shyly let out a chuckle, “Yeah.”

“So, to the park?” You asked excitedly.

Bucky made a face, “Actually, I thought of changing our plans a bit. Hope that’s alright?” He asked hopefully.

You narrowed your eyes at him as you nodded, “Hmm, that sounds interesting. Alright then, what do you got?”

Embarrassment filled Bucky’s entire being when he whipped out a folded piece of paper from his back pocket. He glanced at you and watched your expression as he unfolded it, revealing it to be the size of a bond paper where he had written down his agenda for the day.

“Oh wow, that’s...very interesting.” You pointed out but with no malice. In fact, you were impressed.

Who would’ve thought that guys nowadays came to a date prepared? But then again, Bucky wasn’t from this time but truly appreciated how old-fashioned he still was.

Bucky rubbed his neck, “I made an itinerary but saying that out loud, it actually sounds terrible.”

“Not at all!” You were quick to defend. “I like a well-planned day. I’m not really the spontaneous type so this really works well for me.” You chuckled.

Bucky bit his lip to stop himself from smiling too wide. It seemed like the date would go pretty well, he hoped it’d last the entire day though. He couldn’t help but worry that something might happen that would throw you off. Or that he might end up saying things that you’d find offensive.

“What’s first on the itinerary?” You asked.

-

“I got a strike!” You squealed in excitement and pumped your first in the air.

Bucky took you to a bowling place and honestly, he didn’t expect for you to be so excited about it. He felt silly for outdoing himself for this first date. In fact, he researched about dating in the modern day the moment he got home after meeting you. The tips were very different, some of which he wasn’t comfortable doing. So instead of adjusting to the present, Bucky stayed true to himself.

He was going to do it his own way, no matter how traditional it seemed. This led him to writing down his ideas on a piece of paper and planning everything out properly.

“Looks like I won.” You smirked, seeing the scores flash on the television hanging on the ceiling. “Did you go easy on me? Tell me the truth, Bucky.” You warned as you looked at him suspiciously.

Bucky chortled and shook his head, “I didn’t. It’s been decades since the last time I did this so I got pretty rusty at it.” He explained.

“You ready to grab something to eat?” He asked, checking the time and seeing that it was close to three in the afternoon.

You nodded enthusiastically, “I’m starving! I mean, beating a super soldier at bowling can be really exhausting.” You teased.

Bucky smiled, “Great, but can we stop by somewhere first?”

-

Bucky felt proud at himself when he saw the astonished look in your face.

“Oh my god, is this...?” You asked, eyeing the car that Bucky drove out of a car rental shop.

“A 1942 Pontiac Torpedo.” Bucky boasted before stepping out of the car and leading you towards the front seat.

Bucky waited for you to slip in, your expression still that of utter disbelief, before closing the door and walking around to ride back inside.

“And it’s the convertible one.” He said proudly and laughed at your reaction when he brought down the roof.

“I have no words for this, Bucky. This is amazing!” You exclaimed, running your hands on the compartment and just taking in the beautiful interiors of the vintage car.

Bucky watched you with a soft look in his eyes. He felt kind of selfish for gloating at the fact that this date only proved to himself that he still is James Buchanan Barnes. Despite decades of torture and brainwashing as the Winter Soldier, he still had pieces of himself left.

But seeing you so giddy at the date that he poured so much effort in? Maybe he wasn’t so selfish after all.

“And where will you be taking us next for you to rent this lovely vehicle? I honestly don’t know what to expect after this. I’m just...I love it!” You laughed, unable to hide your excitement.

“We’re having burgers and milkshakes.” Bucky announced.

-

Bucky wanted you to experience what it was like dating in his time, so it was only right that he took you to a diner. But it wasn’t just the regular one, he took you to a drive-in diner where waitresses even wore roller derby skates.

“You just keep on outdoing yourself, Bucky. I’m speechless!” You laughed.

The waitress rolled by your car and took your orders. After she left, there was finally a moment of peace which allowed you and Bucky to have an actual conversation.

“Did you often hang out in one of these places then?” You asked.

Bucky smiled at the memories, “Yeah, used to take Steve with me. He always ended up getting mad whenever he realized that it was a set-up for a double date.”

You hummed in amusement. “You seemed really popular with the ladies, huh?”

Bucky chuckled timidly before letting out a sigh. He turned to you curiously and creased his forehead, “Why didn’t you tell me you knew who I was?” He finally asked.

You seemed surprised at his question but your features softened up almost immediately. Shrugging as if it was no big deal, you told him that you really didn’t feel the need to do so.

“Would it change anything if I told you I knew who you were?” You curiously asked.

Bucky thought for a brief moment, “I probably would’ve excused myself and left.”

“That’s what I thought.” You said. “You seemed comfortable then, I didn’t want to overwhelm you by bringing it up. Besides, I really don’t care about it. I mean, I had fun talking to you and that’s all that matters to me. Superhero or not, I do enjoy your company.”

Bucky snickered, “I don’t think superhero is the right word.”

“You’ll be surprised that a lot of people call you that.” You said, placing a hand on Bucky’s arm, squeezing it to offer him comfort.

Bucky loosened up at your touch and kept his gaze lingering on how your fingers were wrapped around his arm.

“There’s this one kid at the orphanage I volunteer at,” you said, letting go of Bucky’s arm as you adjusted your position in the car so you could turn to him. Bucky almost missed the warmth from your hand on his skin.

“I asked them to draw someone they looked up to and this is his work.” You said, bringing out your phone to show Bucky a photo of the drawing.

Bucky’s breath hitched when you handed him your phone, revealing that the kid drew a man with long brown hair and a metal arm. He used black and gold to color the metal arm, not silver. It didn’t even have the red star on it. When Bucky looked up at you, he saw the most genuine smile he had ever seen.

“I asked him why he chose you and he said that he liked how Captain America’s best friend fought alongside him. For a kid his age, he knew a lot about your history too. He’s a huge fan.” You laughed.

Bucky’s eyes almost brimmed with tears. He was unable to believe that a kid would look up to him, consider him a superhero. All this time he had been seeing himself as a villain still, the bad guy. Someone who would have a hard time redeeming himself. You made him think twice about it, that maybe he had been too harsh on himself.

“You should come with me to the orphanage some time. The kids will love you, Bucky. It’s not that hard to do so.” You said softly, lifting your hand up to fix a strand of Bucky’s hair that was out of place.

It was a beautiful moment between the two of you. Bucky felt vulnerable but safe, like you’d keep him safe. Not from danger but from his very own destructive thoughts. Whenever he loses control of his mind, whenever it wanders into the darkest parts of his past, Bucky tends to self-destruct. And he almost wandered there but you were quick to pull him back to the surface.

“What are you thinking of?” You asked when you noticed that Bucky was just staring at you.

Bucky’s gaze fell onto your lips and then back at your eyes, “Thinking about whether I should just go for it now.”

“Go for what?” You blinked.

Bucky slowly leaned in but was immediately startled when the waitress arrived with your orders.

-

After the diner, Bucky drove to the park where the two of you walked around while talking about well, anything. He learned more about you and this time, he didn’t have to lie about anything whenever you asked him. In fact, Bucky got really comfortable opening up about his life in the 40’s, he even talked about his family.

The two of you talked more until the sun set and the next thing you knew was that Bucky brought you to a drive-in theater and bought pizza to cap off the date.

-

It was a little past ten in the evening when Bucky drove you home. He opened the car door for you and nervously fidgeted with the piece of paper in his back pocket.

“So did you tick off everything on the itinerary?” You asked.

Bucky let out the fakest laugh because no, he hasn’t ticked off everything on his list. There was one more thing that he planned to do at the very end of the date. He had been confident about it, especially after how much you enjoyed the date in its entirety. But, now standing outside your apartment building and staring at you nervously, he wasn’t sure whether he had enough courage to pull this off.

“I uhh...well...” Bucky stammered. “Did you enjoy?” He asked again, just to be sure.

“I am offended that you had to ask because I thought my face was unable to hide at how much I did!” You laughed.

“Thank you for giving me the 1940s experience. I love it. I really do, it’s...it’s been a while since I last went on a date that I really enjoyed.” You shyly admitted, biting your lip and looking up at Bucky through your lashes.

Bucky’s breath got caught in his throat as he gazed down at you. You looked really beautiful, no matter how simple you looked. He wanted to take you out to another date, maybe tomorrow. Or the next day perhaps, actually, Bucky wanted to be with you every single day.

You were so kind and bubbly, you offered so much light to his darkness. He loved how your hopeful attitude rubbed off on him, he badly needed it. And he loved how you made him feel...himself. He was just Bucky Barnes, a guy navigating through the modern times and finding his place in this world. And it would seem like an easy task with you by his side.

“Well, I guess this is it.” You said. “Thanks again, Bucky. I really did enjoy.”

Bucky was surprised when you stepped closer to him for a hug. Feeling your arms wrap around his waist and your hair brush against his chin gave him the boost of confidence he needed to finally check off the last on his date itinerary.

By the time he convinced himself to do it, you already stepped back and bid Bucky good night.

Bucky proved to himself the other night that he still has his charm from back then. And tonight, he was going to prove that his charm was going to sweep you off of your feet.

“Wait, one last thing.” Bucky said, reaching out for your wrist.

He tugged you forward making you squeal, and then wrapped his metal arm around your waist before swooping you down for a kiss.

Bucky wasn’t sure how you would react to his kiss but he could no longer hold himself back. It could either make or break his friendship with you, but Bucky just had to. And it wasn’t just to prove something to himself, he’d been wanting to kiss you all throughout the day. He would have already, at the diner, if only the waitress didn’t interrupt his little moment with you.

He almost panicked when your lips remained still, but it all went away when he felt your hands wrap around his shoulders before finally kissing him back. Bucky’s lips curled into a smile against yours as he slowly straightened, bringing you back up before pulling away.

You panted against his lips, your hands sliding down to rest on Bucky’s chest as his landed on your hips.

“Was that...was that a part of your list?” You breathlessly asked.

“Yes. Almost went for it at the diner but I guess the universe wanted for me to stick to the schedule.” He grinned.

You threw your head back in laughter, “So that’s what you meant by that!”

Bucky laughed in agreement and held your face in his metal hand, noticing how you weren’t thrown off. Instead, you turned your face to even press a kiss on his palm.

“Was I too fast? Kissing you on the first date?” He asked, caressing your face.

You shook your head, “You did wait until the end of the date to do so, I guess your timing was just right.”

“And...how was it?” Bucky meekly asked, almost afraid that he might have sucked given that this was his first kiss in decades.

Smiling, you leaned in again to give him a quick peck on the lips. A reassurance, something to melt Bucky’s worries away.

“What can I say? James Bucky Barnes, you are one charming man.”

Now, Bucky was a hundred percent sure that he still has it in him. And he made a mental note to boast to Yori how his first date with you went.

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Okay well good news, I finished the fic, lol. I’ve only written the first draft so it’ll need some cleaning up before I post it, but be on the lookout for it over the next few days if you’re interested! :)

Does anyone have any headcanons on what might happen if Annie went into the Quarter Quell arena instead of Mags?

[bakugoukatsukiswife]

You’re Mine

A/N: NONE OF Y’ALL COME FOR ME FOR THIS HEADER THING LMAO. I really wanted to use it for this fic cause it involves a jealous Bakugou haha. I’m very proud of this fic so I hope you guys enjoy!

Pairing: Bakugou x f!reader

Words: 3,404

Warnings: Choking, hair pulling, degradation, spanking, quirk use. Rough sex. Smut. 

Tags: @smol-enby​ @myherowritings​ @lordexplosionsextra​ 

You and Bakugou had a very loving relationship, even though he was constantly busy as a pro hero, he still made time for you. He was pretty stubborn and could have you boiling with sheer frustration at how he acted, with his cocky attitude that hadn’t really changed since high school. As much as you loved being with him though and admired how attentive he was to you, there were times when he could really drive you up the wall with how he acted. You two butted heads frequently, he was an asshole but you loved him and couldn’t imagine a future without him. You knew he cared about you, from the way he would cook you dinner on his days off when you had a long day at work or just craved his cooking in general; him staying in bed to cuddle you for a few more minutes when you begged him not to leave, having movie nights with you in matching pjs even though you knew matching pjs were not his thing. He did these things cause he loved you, you knew that. Or did you? 

Him being the famous pro hero Ground Zero took up a lot of his time. From press conferences, to working overtime and everything in between, you guys barely had time to slow down and enjoy each other’s presence like you used to. By the time you had picked out matching pjs and popped popcorn for movie night, Bakugou would be passed out on the couch. You tried your best to not be upset about it, you knew that Bakugou was working his hardest to keep Japan safe. But there was always a little voice in the back of your head telling you different. Bakugou went from whistling in appreciation when you would walk by him in a cute outfit to barely acknowledging your presence when you came in from work and he was playing video games with Kiri and Kaminari. 

“Babe?” You questioned and Bakugou’s red eyes that were always a comfort focused on you-for a brief second. 

“Hmm?” Bakugou questioned as his attention went back to the game. 

“Want to watch a movie together?” You questioned hopefully and Bakugou nodded. 

“Yeah let me finish this match up and then we can, baby.” Bakugou answered and you sat down on the couch, a smile spreading across your face. Finally, after weeks you and your boyfriend would be able to have some quality time together. 

One match turned into three. You stalked off to the bedroom-not that Katsuki would have noticed. You passed out shortly after laying down, and woke back up around 2 in the morning, heart sinking slightly when you heard Bakugou still playing games. You heard your phone chime and looked to see that you had a notification from Izuku Midoriya and you smiled to yourself as you looked at the text. You and Izuku had always been close friends since you two were kids; in UA you both drifted apart as you strived to become the best heroes you could and you started dating Bakugou at the time as well. You and Izuku still talked from time to time, but it was in passing. You needed someone to vent to about how you had been feeling about Katsuki though and besides Mina, you knew Izuku was always there to listen to your troubles even if you two had drifted. 

Izuku was sweet like that. 

Anger subsided, you made plans to go out to grab a bite to eat with him tomorrow and just catch up before passing back out. Not like Bakugou was going to come to bed, anyway. 

You woke up the next morning and pulled out a cute sundress, admiring it in the mirror before changing into it. You went to the bathroom and fixed up your appearance before pausing. Why were you getting dressed up? This was just a casual bite to eat, that’s all. You slipped some shoes on, faintly smelling breakfast wafting from the kitchen just before Bakugou stepped in the bedroom. He had on sweatpants that hung low on his hips, a happy trail disappearing in the sweats and your eyes trailed up his muscular form to look at his handsome face that you loved so much. He took in your outfit and cocked a brow. 

“You going somewhere?” He asked, coming over to you to wrap his arms around you. 

“Mhmm, I’m going to go out and eat with a friend,” you say, making sure to not mention the friend was Izuku Midoriya. Bakugou would go feral at that. 

“Oh well I made breakfast to make up for last night. I’m sorry, the boys wouldn’t leave me alone about playing a game.” Bakugou apologized and you could tell he was sincere as he placed a kiss on your cheek. Guilt panged in your stomach but you quickly willed it away. Why were you feeling bad? He was the one who wasn’t paying attention to you, you knew if you brought this up to him too, he would just get upset. 

“Mhmm. If I wasn’t going to eat, I would eat what you made. It smells delicious.” You said as you gave Bakugou a kiss before leaving the house to go out to eat with Izuku. You weren’t doing anything wrong, just going to see an old friend. That Bakugou absolutely hated. 

You arrived at the cafe, seeing Izuku’s bright green hair from the window and you smiled. You stepped out, the comforting smell of coffee and pastries calming you as you stepped inside to greet the man. His eyes meet yours and he quickly stands up to wrap you in a hug. 

“(Y/N), it’s so good to see you.” Izuku says and your heart warms at his soft voice in your ear before he pulls away. You both sit down in the booth before he hands you a drink and you realize that it’s your favorite coffee drink-he had never forgotten. 

Bakugou clicked his tongue as he looked down at his third unread text he had sent you as he walked into the break room where Kaminari and Kirishima were. 

“Hey man, I thought you took today off to spend the day with (Y/N).” Kirishima said and Bakugou shrugged as he adjusted his hero gear. 

“I did but she went out to eat, so I came here to make a little extra cash.” Bakugou said but what Kaminari said next made his blood freeze. 

“Oh yeah, Mina told me she was going out to eat with Izuku today.” Denki said and Kirishima’s eyes widened when Bakugou slammed his locker shut, his hands gripping at the metal tightly. 

“She what?” Bakugou growled as he turned around, his eyes glowing like fire and the heroes stepped back-both were all too familiar with the hothead and his temper. “She went out to eat with Deku?” Bakugou spat out, his eyes dark as he gripped his phone tightly. It’s not like he cared that you were out with a guy, hell you went out on “dates” with Kirishima and Kaminari all the time. But this was Izuku, and he knew that the nerd had feelings for you. Anyone could. You were Katsuki’s, and the fact that you went out to see the stupid nerd had his blood boiling. He stepped away to call you, and after the second attempt you finally picked up the phone. 

“Why the hell are you out with Deku?” He asked, not caring if he could be heard through the line. 

“Because, I can.” You shot back and Bakugou’s grip on his phone tightened. 

“I took off work so we could spend time together-.” Bakugou started but you cut him off with a laugh. 

“Oh really? Cause that’s the first time you’ve put any effort into doing anything in our relationship lately. I’m tired of you not treating me like you used to, Katsuki.” You said and Bakugou’s stomach twisted. You never said his first name unless it was serious, you always called him babe or Suki. What he wouldn’t give to hear that right now instead. 

“(Y/N)...” Bakugou started but you stopped him with a sigh. 

“I really don’t want to do this over the phone Katsuki. It’s my fault for not saying anything about this sooner. We can talk more when I get home,” you said before hanging up. Bakugou looked at his phone, guilt coursing through him. Fuck he really messed up. 

“U-uh is everything okay, (Y/N)?” Izuku asked and you nodded, a small smile on your face. 

“Yeah, just had to take care of that. I’m good.” You lied, your stomach twisting with nerves. Time passed by for hours but felt like minutes as you and Izuku continued to talk, both of you trading stories of how hero work has kept you guys busy. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you noticed it was Kirishima. 

“Hey Kiri, what’s up?” You asked him, hearing as Kirishima shushed Denki in the background. 

“Hey (Y/N)! Um… we wanted to let you know that Bakugou got hit with a quirk today and he had to go home early. We figured we would call and let you know cause it’s not something anyone can really treat except you,” Kirishima finished off awkwardly and you cocked your head. 

“What do you mean?” You asked and Kirishima chuckled as he coughed awkwardly. 

“Well the idiot was blowing off steam after your phone call with him and he rushed headfirst into an attack. It was a sex quirk. We don’t know how long it will last and medicine won’t really help it,” Kirishima said and you could tell he was scratching the back of his neck awkwardly like he always did when he was nervous. 

“O-oh. Okay, I can take care of that.. I guess.” You said before hanging up the phone, a blush on your cheeks. It’s not like you and Bakugou didn’t have sex… the sex you guys did have was mind-blowing. But you guys hadn’t had proper sex in a few weeks-almost months, and you didn’t really expect to be having it because he had been hit with a sex quirk. 

“I’m so sorry Izuku, but I have to go home. Katsuki got… injured on the job.” You said and Izuku’s eyes widened as he waved his hands in understanding. 

“Oh no! I totally understand. Let me know how he’s feeling later, okay?” Izuku said before giving you a hug goodbye. 

You went to your car and your heart pounded in your throat when you saw that you had a few calls and texts you had missed from Bakugou. 

Angry baby 7:49 PM

(Y/N), I need you to come home. Now. 

Angry baby: 7:50 PM

(Y/N), I promise I’ll make it up to you. I’m sorry. Just come home. Need you. 

You quickly pulled out of the parking lot, heart hammering in your chest as you made it to the house and noticed Bakugou’s car parked rather carelessly in the driveway. You got out and made your way inside, darkness embracing you as you shut the door. 

“Katsuki?” You call out, seeing faint light in the bedroom. You walk into the bedroom, jumping when the door shuts behind you but before you can react properly, you’re pressed against the wall and fiery red eyes meet yours. 

You gasp when Katsuki’s hand threads into your hair, fingers gripping at the locks as he pulls. Hard. You let out a small whimper as his other hand comes to grip your jaw, pointer and thumb coaxing your lips apart. 

“You,” Bakugou pants out, his breath fanning against your face as he looks down at you. “You are in so much trouble, baby girl.” You can feel how hard he is, the fabric of his sweatpants straining to keep his cock contained as he presses open mouthed kisses to your neck. 

“K-Katsuki, I-ah!” you start, a cry escaping your mouth as your thoughts are turned to mush when Bakugou bites down on your neck. His hand that is still in your hair tugs slightly as he sucks at the inflamed skin. A growl rumbles from his throat as he picks you up, carrying you as if you weigh nothing. 

“No talking. You’ve been bad and I’m going to punish that slutty pussy of yours,” Bakugou says, his voice dropping an octave lower as he grabs the front of your dress. The room fills with the sound of fabric ripping as he tears the dress off of you. You start to protest but you take a better look at Bakugou and see that his body is glistening with sweat, his breathing seems to be slightly labored and guilt floods your system. Sure, Bakugou can rush headfirst into things, but it’s only really when he is really upset. You not talking to him about things and expressing your feelings caused a rift between you. You wanted things to work out between you and Katsuki. 

You felt as Katsuki’s rough yet gentle hands traveled down to your underwear, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. You let out a moan as your back arched slightly at Bakugou’s hands on you. He removed your underwear before kneeling down to admire your soaked cunt. 

“I know this quirk is making me want to fuck your brains out right now, but I really want to eat this pretty pussy out first.” He said, his lips going to leave marks on your thigh and your hands automatically went to his unruly blonde hair. A groan left his mouth when you tugged slightly and he made quick work of his tongue. Lewd noises of him licking, slurping and biting filled the air as he inserted two fingers into your tight hole. You started to move your hips against Katsuki, your clit dragging along his tongue deliciously as he finger-fucked your cunt, causing your walls to clench around his digits. 

“K-Katsuki.. I’m fixing to c-cum.” You manage to squeak out and Katsuki lets out a chuckle. 

“That’s it, baby. Cum all over my face.” Bakugou says as he dives back in, his tongue flicking at the small bundle of nerves. Your orgasm washes over you in waves and you moan as you ride it out, your slick coating Bakugou’s chin and mouth as his red eyes meet yours, a smirk forming on his face. 

He lifts up to give himself a few pumps to coat his dick with his pre as he wipes your slick off his face, using his dick to gently tap at your entrance before pushing inside. A moan escapes the both of you as Bakugou hovers over you, his lips going to latch at the skin of your neck as he starts to thrust inside of you. 

“I’m not going to hold back, just know that right now.” Bakugou growls in your ear before hooking your legs around his waist with one hand while the other goes to wrap around your neck like it was made for your throat-almost like a necklace. He squeezes slightly, drawing out a choked moan from you before he slips two fingers in your mouth, digits pressing your tongue down to keep your mouth open. 

“Keep that pretty little mouth of yours open,” Bakugou says before he purses his lips, slowly allowing his saliva to fall from his lips and into your mouth. You let out a whine as his spit hits your tongue and his cock drags along your walls when you clench. 

“Fuck baby,” Bakugou moans, his teeth latching on your skin again as his thrusts get faster, harder. “You’re going to take this cock like the filthy slut you are. You like this cock going deep inside? Yeah, deep inside that tight little hole of yours.” Bakugou growls as his fingers stay on your tongue, causing drool to seep at the corners of your mouth. His teeth dig into your skin and you let out a whine. “I’m marking you fucking everywhere. You’re fucking mine. All mine,” Bakugou’s voice drops lower, almost feral as he picks up the pace even faster. You feel your toes curl into the sheets as his dick kisses the sweet spot inside of you; sending you towards your second orgasm. You clench around him as you moan out his name, your juices coating his cock as you release a second time that night. Bakugou’s hips stutter as he lets out a groan, shooting out hot ropes of cum to paint your walls white. 

He pulls out of you and motions for you to flip over. He cocks his head and raises an eyebrow when your eyes widen. 

“Oh, you thought we were done? We’re nowhere near done, princess.” Bakugou chuckles before grabbing your hips and flipping you over. His hands grip at your hips, fingers leaving indents as he wraps a hand around your waist; prodding his cockhead at your enterance before slipping inside smoothly. A moan leaves his lips as you move back against him, his lips leaving kisses along your back. 

“Fuck, (Y/N). You feel fucking amazing, shit.” He moans out, his free hand going to tangle in your hair again and pull slightly. You let out a whimper when you feel a heat course through you at Bakugou licking a stripe from your neck up to your ear. “You’re all mine,” he growls out, and you feel as his fingers dig sharper into your waist as he thrusts into you. “No one can fuck you as good as I can. You were made for me and only me. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for weeks.” 

Your body shudders in pleasure at his words alone as he continues to move inside of you. The sounds of Bakugou’s growls and your whimpers fill the room as he keeps fucking you and you feel absolutely full. You hear a sudden smack before your brain registers that Bakugou has spanked you. 

“Again, please Katsuki,” you whine and Bakugou smirks, you can feel it on your neck. 

“Oh? You want me to spank that cute ass of yours again?” He teases, his tone slightly amused. 

“Yes! Please Katsuki. Use your quirk…” you mumble out, making him chuckle as he cocks his head. 

“Hmm? Couldn’t hear you over the sound of me fucking you. What was that?” He teased and you felt your face heat up. 

“Use your quirk on my ass, please!” You blurted out. That was all he needed to hear before you heard the small pops of Bakugou’s quirk being used, his hand connecting with your ass. You let out a sound between a yelp and a moan and Bakugou did it again. 

“You’re such a filthy girl for wanting me to use my quirk on you. Such a filthy, naughty girl.” Bakugou said before spanking your ass again. It stung, but it was a pleasant feeling. 

“Fuck. Katsuki… I’m about to….” You whimper before letting out a choked moan when Katsuki slaps your ass again, causing your orgasm to wash over you once more as you fall forward on your elbows to keep your spent body up. Katsuki grips your hips again as he moves faster into you, strings of curses leaving his mouth as he cums again. His cum slowly starts to seep out of you and onto the sheets, making Bakugou smirk as he pushes it back inside with his fingers. 

“You look so pretty filled with my cum, baby.” Bakugou says as he gets off the bed, coming back to you with aloe vera and a washcloth. You notice his eyes aren’t glazed over anymore and he seems to be back to normal again. Thank goodness. He cleans you off and gently applies the aloe vera to your ass before climbing back into bed with you, gently wrapping you up in his arms. 

“(Y/N)... I’m so sorry I haven’t been as attentive. You’re my everything and I’ll continue to prove that to you everyday to make up for these past few weeks. I love you.” Katsuki says softly as he looks into your eyes, his red eyes sincere and you feel your heart soar. 

“I love you too, Katsuki.” You say happily as he presses a kiss to your forehead before wrapping you up in his arms.

[bibbawrites]

Don’t Touch - Charlie Gillespie x Reader (18+)

Request: Hi!! Can you please do one about Charlie doing ‘no nut November’ and you not knowing... maybe him and Owen made a secret bet about it?? 

Word Count: 1274 words

Summary: you find out that your boyfriend Charlie is trying to complete no nut November, and you decide to try and mess with him 

Warnings: sexual content, teasing, implied sex, swearing

A/N: not my greatest work but also not my worst, this was the most voted for in my poll, getting 52% of the votes  hopefully you guys enjoy this ! sorry for any typos, i didn’t properly edit it lol i was feeling lazy also really sorry if the formatting is fucked up, idk what’s going on but random spaces kept appearing while i was writing it, i think i got rid of them all but i cant be certain lol  and please do not post it anywhere else, thank you! 

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Sav sent a message to Girls Only! Sav y/n !!! Sav boy do i have some news for you Sav some very... interesting news Y/N ooh i love news Madi ooh tea time???

Tori i’m here what’s happening Sav just overheard your dumbass boyfriend and his equally stupid best friend discussing a bet Y/N oh really? do tell Sav did you know he’s doing no nut november Jadah ew Madi ewwwwwwwwww no did not need to know that

Tori and i’m leaving  Y/N i did not Y/N although that explains why he didn’t wanna have sex last night Madi oop Jadah stop this is tmi Carolynn oh god what have i walked in on? Madi can you have this conversation somewhere else please i do not want to think about charlie like this Sav then just don’t Sav too lazy to move chats Jadah just don’t say too much then Y/N wonder why he didn’t tell me Sav who knows Sav figured you didn’t know when you hadn’t mentioned it to me Carolynn sav you are far too involved in y/n and charlie’s sex life Sav that’s how you know it’s a true friendship Madi so how are we gonna get back at them Madi we are getting back at them, right? Y/N charlie at least Y/N unless one of y’all is prepared to fuck with owen Madi i’m a child Carolynn i’m married Jadah also a child

Tori no thank you Sav no. Y/N i said fuck with, not fuck lol, y’all could just prank him or something

Y/N anyways i have a plan

Y/N but it’s not for little ears

Y/N care, tori do you wanna know or?

Tori no thanks lol

Carolynn i’m okay, good luck though x

Y/N ty x

Y/N sav, to our private chat

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Sav sent a message to Y/N

Sav spill

Y/N okay so

Y/N i’m gonna make him regret it

Sav as you should

Y/N i’m thinking get sexy, pull out the good wine and seduce the shit outta him

Sav want me to distract owen?

Y/N that would be really appreciated

Sav done, dinner and a movie give you enough time?

Y/N that’s perfect thank you

Y/N i owe you

Sav don’t mention it

Sav besides, gonna make owen pay for everything as his punishment for getting involved

Sav so i’m the real winner

Y/N i love that for you

Y/N okay i’m gonna go get sexy

Sav good luck! i expect a full report tomorrow

Y/N of course

Y/N love you x Sav love you too x

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Two hours later it was finally time to begin your plan. You had put on some natural, yet sexy makeup, Charlie’s favourite set of lingerie and one of his cut off shirts to cover it, although cover was probably not the right word to describe how much of the lingerie the shirt showed.  “Hey baby.” Charlie called, entering your shared bedroom and flopping down onto the bed. “You look nice, what’s the occasion?”  “No occasion, just wanted to surprise you.” You replied, straddling his hips. You lent down to kiss him, but he turned his head so that you kissed his cheek.  “I’d love to baby but I’m so tired.” Charlie rubbed your hip slightly. “Maybe later.”  “Oh okay.” You replied, not deterred. You knew this wasn’t going to be easy.  “Actually I might take a nap if that’s okay.” He decided.  “Of course babe.” You lent down to kiss him, before climbing off him, moving in a way so that he would get a full view of your body under his shirt. Charlie bit his lip, and you grinned to yourself slightly as you left the room. This was gonna be good.

- 

Just over an hour later Charlie entered the living room, where you had been sitting, waiting for him to wake up. 

“Feeling better?” You questioned, looking up at him. He nodded.  “Much. Where’s Owen?”  “With Sav. They went to the movies or something like that.” You replied, pretending that you were unsure of your best friend’s plans. “Oh okay.” Charlie sat down on the couch and you quickly moved to straddle his lap, snuggling into him, your face pressed into his neck. He wrapped his arms around you, freezing when his hand brushed against your hip. “Y/N.” He asked slowly. You hummed in response, your lips grazing his neck slightly. “Why aren’t you wearing underwear?” His voice wobbled and you bit back a smile. “Didn’t feel like it.” You replied nonchalantly. 

“You didn’t...” He swallowed. “You didn’t feel like it?” 

You shook your head, grinning to yourself when you felt him harden underneath you. 

You sat up, causing friction between your crotches and pretended to look concerned when Charlie flinched slightly.

“You okay baby? You look a bit flustered.” You asked, secretly proud of how worried you sounded. Charlie nodded slightly. 

“I’m fine.” He mumbled. “Still tired I guess.” 

“Want me to make you a coffee?” You asked, pressing your lips to his neck softly. 

“Actually I might go buy us dinner. Indian okay?” He questioned, practically pushing you off his lap. You giggled slightly, watching him pull his shoes on in record time. 

“Sounds delicious.” You said, licking your lips. Charlie’s eyes widened, and with a quick nod he rushed out the front door, leaving you to giggle over how well this was going. 

- 

By the time Charlie arrived home you had thought of a whole new plan. Charlie had entered the room, food in hand and brought it into the living room, not even pausing to take his shoes off. He sat down on the couch with a sigh. Time to put the plan into action. 

“Here, let me help you.” You dropped to your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes to see his reaction. You untied his shoes quickly, putting them to the side before grabbing onto his thigh to help yourself up, making sure to squeeze just enough.  

“Why are you doing this?” Charlie asked, and you frowned, pretending that you didn’t know what he was referring to. 

“Doing what baby?” You questioned, your voice soft. Charlie shook his head. 

“Being so sexual all of the sudden. It’s like you’re-” He stopped, eyes widening in realisation. “You know, don’t you?” 

“Know what?” You feigned confusion. 

“About the bet, with Owen. To see who can do no nut November longer. That’s why you’re acting like this, you’re trying to get me to break.” He said, and you smiled sweetly. 

“Hmm yeah maybe a little birdy told me.” You sung, and Charlie groaned. 

“Owen?” He guessed. You shook your head. 

“Nope.” 

“Savannah.” He stated, and you nodded. A disgusted look came over his face. 

“Ew, is Savannah trying to get Owen to lose the bet?” He asked and your eyes widened. 

“Oh god no, gross, I’d never make her do that.” You exclaimed. “Your punishment was being teased, Owen’s was paying for Sav’s dinner and a movie.” 

Charlie looked relieved. 

“So if you know, and Sav knows, I assume she’s gonna confront Owen at some point?” He paused and you nodded. “So the bet is off then?” 

“You lasted four days, I think that’s good enough.” You agreed. He stood up, grabbing you and lifting you so that you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

“Perfect.” He whispered, crashing his lips into yours. You pulled away and he whined. 

“What about our food?” You questioned, looking down at the white plastic bag on the coffee table. 

“We’ll microwave it.” Charlie said, before carrying you to the bedroom so that he could officially lose the bet. 

- 

Y/N sent a message to Sav

Y/N mission successful ;) 

[agerefandom]

Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent To

Fandom: Resident Evil VIII/Village

Words: 4,000

Characters: regressor!reader, cg!Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu (other Dimitrescu sisters mentioned).

Content Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence. CGLRE terminology/parental caregiver terms (Mommy). Diaper mentions. Firearms, knives, and vampirism. Reader gets injured (but cared for afterwards). Minor character death. Blood. Eldritch biology and limited insect horror. Fem reader (uses she/her pronouns). 

Author’s Notes: Y’all are clearly hungry for caregiver Lady Dimitrescu, and I hear you! I’m planning a fluffy follow-up fanfiction with a happy reader getting babied by Alcina, where there is no blood and violence, but first… we have to take care of Ethan Winters. So that’s what this is. Enjoy! 

You come to consciousness slowly, the strands of a dream still clinging to you. The memory is already fading, but you remember feeling cold. Wandering a frozen wasteland, lost and alone.

It’s a relief to breathe in the warm air of your bedroom. The fire has burned down to embers, but the windows keep out the cold winter of the mountains around the castle where you live. The rooms are always kept warm for the comfort of your big sisters.

You yawn and stretch your arms over your head, wiggling your toes against the soft sheets of your bed as you shake off the lingering fatigue. You were dressed in a onesie for the night, with a short built-in skirt, and you don’t really feel like a baby right now. Today, you want to run around and explore the castle on certain legs.

You slide out of the bed and make an unhappy sound as the cold stone meets your bare feet. You quickly make your way over to the heavy wardrobe that towers on the wall across from your bed. Far too tall for you, it was made to fit Mommy’s dresses, but you liked climbing in it so much that Mommy brought it to your room one night while you were sleeping, and filled it with your own outfits.

You reach up to the handle and pull the doors open, looking up at the many dresses and onesies that fill the wardrobe. It’s winter right now, so there’s a whole section of fur-lined dresses that will keep you warm if you want to play with Mommy outside. You don’t do that often, because your sisters get jealous, but Mommy is really good at making snowforts that you can climb inside, and you like playing with her in the snow.

For today, you pick out a simple ruffled black dress that comes down to your knees. Mommy can do your hair with black ribbons and crow feathers, and you’ll blend in with your sisters’ dark dresses.

Humming to yourself, you bring the new outfit over to the statue in the corner. The door to the bathroom is hidden in an alcove, and you have to push the statue’s elbow to open it. This seemed odd when you first moved into this room, but now it’s just another part of your daily routine. The castle is full of tricks and hidden passages, and you still haven’t explored all of them.

You slip past the statue into the revealed doorway, and dump your clothes on the floor as you rid yourself of the onesie and the diaper underneath. Baby stuff! You’re not a baby today.

You replace the diaper with a pair of soft bloomers, and the onesie with the black dress. It has a line of buttons that run up your spine, and you can’t quite reach them all, so you leave a few undone and decide you’ll ask one of your sisters to help. Mommy has been busy a lot for the last few days, so you don’t know if you’ll see her today. You hope so, though. You miss her.

You pull a pair of stockings on, sighing happily as your toes are finally protected from the cold tile floor. The rest of the bathroom visit is boring, brushing your teeth and washing your face. One of your big sisters will brush your hair: hopefully Bela, she tugs your scalp the least.

Once you’re all dressed, you skip out of the bathroom and slip on a pair of shoes. They’re flats, because you’re too young to walk in heels, but they click on the stone floors and make you feel like a little tap dancer. And they have bats printed on the sides in white, which makes you happy.

You run into the hallway, letting the golden door to your room close behind you.

This castle used to confuse you, with all its winding hallways and grand staircases. You would get lost whenever Mommy wasn’t holding your hand, and one of your sisters would find you and drag you back to your room. They didn’t like you very much at first, but they’ve gotten nicer. Daniela reads to you sometimes, and Bela plays pretend when you ask her. Cassandra is… Cassandra, and she tries to feed you lots of nasty things, but she also likes to do your makeup. So she’s okay.

The four of you cuddle sometimes, when Mommy’s away and the castle is a little chilly. They like your body heat, and you like the contact.

Through the years, you’ve gotten comfortable both with your big sisters and with the castle itself. It’s second nature to dodge through the secret passage to the staircase into the main foyer, peering around for any of the other castle inhabitants. Mommy gave up on the servants again last week, so it’s just you and your family members right now. Unless you want to go down into the basement and play with the remains, who stumble and hiss and take care of the rats. They don’t attack you, only intruders, but they aren’t very much fun to play with.

“Mommy? Sisters?” you call out into the hall, tapping one foot against the ground.

For a few moments, there’s nothing. Then Mommy ducks through the door behind you, fully dressed with her lipstick on. Maybe she’s already been out today.

“Sweetheart?” Mommy rushes over and kneels on the stone floor to embrace you. “What are you doing out of your room?”

“Hungry,” you say. “Missed you.”

“I missed you too, little one.” Mommy draws back and puts both hands on your shoulders. She makes you feel so small. You almost wish you’d worn a onesie today. When you’re a baby, Mommy carries you everywhere and never lets you out of her arms. That sounds nice, especially when you missed her so much. “Listen to me, sweetheart.”

Mommy looks… serious. You blink and try to focus. What is that look in her eyes? It’s so unfamiliar. Could it be worry? No, Mommy doesn’t worry about anything.

“I need you to go back to your room and lock the door, okay? I’ll bring you food soon, but you need to stay there.” She isn’t blinking as she stares into your eyes. “Some prey has escaped. Your sisters will handle him swiftly, but he is armed. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Okay, Mommy.”

This isn’t the first time this has happened. Sometimes, Hunters come to the castle and try and hurt your family, and you have to wait in your room. They bring knives and guns, but they can’t hurt any of the others. You aren’t like your sisters, you’re fragile. So Mommy keeps you safe.

“I’ll carry you there, little one. And remember, don’t you leave.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

Mommy wraps her arms around you, and the ground drops away. Settled on her hip, you cling to her side. Mommy runs hot like you, not like your sisters. When you lay on her chest, you can hear her pulse, a rapid double-beat. Your sisters don’t have a heartbeat, but you can hear the fluttering wings that fill their chest if you hold your breath and listen closely.

You like Mommy’s warmth, and you like how strong her arms are around you. You can barely feel the rhythm of her steps as she drifts down the hallway towards your room.

“I’m a big girl today,” you tell her. She’s carrying you like a baby, but maybe she just missed you as much as you missed her. Or maybe she really is worried.

“I can tell! You got dressed all by yourself,” Mommy teases, wiggling a finger into the gap left by the buttons you couldn’t reach.

“Uh-huh!” You’re proud of the outfit you picked out. “Can we play outside soon?”

“Once the problem is taken care of, I would love to watch you play in the courtyard.” She rests her hand at your back, keeping you close. “Big girls need their fresh air, after all.”

“Thank you, Mommy.”

She sets you down all too soon, straightening them hem of your dress. “Here we are, darling. Don’t open the door for anyone other than your sisters, and protect yourself if you must.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.” Mommy presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, and then ushers you inside the bedroom. You turn in time to watch her close the door behind you, and you obediently turn the lock. Only Mommy’s key can open your room, like many others in the castle.

You flop onto your bed with a huff.

You got to see Mommy for the first time in days, but she’s busy with some stupid human who escaped from your sisters. You hate the stupid human who’s costing you time with Mommy, especially when she said you could play in the courtyard.

And you’re hungry! Mommy said she would bring you food, but you’re hungry now.

You kick your feet against the mattress. It’s a half-hearted tantrum, since no one is watching, but it makes you feel a little better.

Eventually, you hop off the bed and pace the room, your shoes going click click click on the stones.

It’s just one human, right? And you’re a big girl today. And it’s a big castle! He’s probably nowhere near the kitchen. You can run out, get some food, and then go right back to your room. Mommy will never know that you left.

You reluctantly retrieve your weapons from the top of the dresser, adding your belt of throwing knives on top of your dress. You aren’t supposed to use them when you’re little, but you’re not that little, and Mommy said to protect yourself if you needed to.

You take two of the knives in your hands, and try spinning them. It’s easy, body memory taking over. You toss one across the room, and it slices through the swirl of curtain you had been aiming at.

There, it’s settled. You’re a big girl and no manthing is going to scare you.

Nodding, you tuck the remaining knife back in its sheath, and turn your attention to the fireplace. It’s the fastest way to the kitchen from your room, and you’ve used it as a shortcut many times in the past. Your sisters don’t care if you get your dress dirty, they get blood and dirt on theirs all the time. So a little ash and grime is fine. (Mommy would disagree, but Mommy isn’t always around.)

You pour some water on the remaining embers from last night’s fire, and shuffle carefully into the fireplace. The wall at the back of the fireplace has crumbled away, revealing a passage that once needed to be triggered by pressing a certain brick. Now you can just crawl straight into it.

The rats like the passageways by the kitchen, and you brush past a few of them in the dark. Cassandra once trained a bunch of the castle rats to attack intruders, and you’ve had a fondness for the little friends ever since. They were scary in big groups, but just like everything else in Mommy’s castle, they would never hurt you.

You emerge into the kitchen, and stretch up to standing. As expected, your palms are covered in grime, and your skirt is heavy with soot and ash. You do your best to brush yourself off, and then start towards the sink to wash your hands, when a terrible screech fills the air.

“You stupid manthing!” you hear Bela scream from the next room.

Your headspace makes a quick shift into adulthood, startled to hear one of your sisters so distressed. Immediately, you run to the gate between the kitchen and the lower levels of the castle. Through the gate, you can see that one of the windows has been shattered. Dozens of your sister’s insects lie on the floor, unmoving, as she stumbles in the wind blowing through the broken glass.

“Bela!” you cry out, scrambling to open the gate. That’s when the first gunshot rings out, tearing through your sister’s shoulder. Her insects reform around it, but she cries out and you can tell that it hurt. As she stumbles to the left, you see the man standing behind her.

He’s covered in blood and grime, barely recognizable as human, but the stubble scattered across his cheeks marks him as prey to your family.

“Get away from my sister!” you scream, as the manthing shoots again at her. This shot hits her head, and insects scatter from the impact. Her face is gone for a moment, then reforms, her mouth wide open in rage.

Bela charges the stranger, her scythe held high.

You watch them struggle, and the man pushes her back into the frigid wind. He switches his attention to the windows, and breaks another one. You feel the winter air sweep inwards, and Bela wails.

“Bela, run!” You throw the gate open. “Get out of there!”

“He’s mine! My prey!” Bela hisses, advancing on the man again. Fear beats in your chest. You’ve never seen your sisters outmatched, but this man is too smart, and Bela is at a severe disadvantage in the room with broken windows. “How dare you bare your teeth at us!” She launches herself at the manthing again, and you watch his blood drip from your sister’s blade.

You’ve hunted with your sisters before. You’ve seen humans face death more times than you could count. You know how pain looks on their faces.

This man barely flinches as he pushes your sister back into the swirling snowflakes coming through the window. His face is set in a mask of determination, as he reloads his weapon and levels it again at Bela. This is no human like you’ve hunted before.

“Bela!” you scream, and throw one of your knives.

It sinks into the manthing’s thigh, and he hisses, pausing to pull it out and toss it aside. That brings your sister enough time to swoop towards him, but she’s moving more slowly in the cold air. The stranger manages to get his weapon back up before she can hit him, and fires straight into Bela’s face.

Both of you scream in unison, and you run forward into the room. The cold air prickles at your arms, but it doesn’t debilitate you the same way it does your sisters. You tug Bela backwards, as she writhes and hisses against your grip.

“Bela, find the others!” you yell. “Get out of here!”

The manthing seems to have finally picked you up as a threat. The next shot goes through your calf, and you lurch to the floor with a shout.

“How dare you!” Bela screeches, and throws herself again at the stranger.

You manage to get to your feet, and stumble towards the door. If you and Bela can get on the other side and then lock the manthing in the basement, Mother can deal with him without fear of the cold air or his stupid bullets. She is stronger than your sisters, stronger than anyone else.

Bela takes two more shots to her chest and begins retreating after you. You know that your sisters are unused to running from fights, but you don’t want to risk anything with this strange manthing who pulls knives out of his leg and tosses them aside without hesitation.

Another shot clips your shoulder, and your shaky grip on your adult headspace falls away. You topple to the ground, unable to stand the pain in your left leg.

You hear a scream, and it takes a moment to realize that it’s coming from you. You take your fear, your pain, and give it a voice. It echoes through the hallways.

“Mommy!”

The manthing seems to hesitate as your scream echoes around him.

You take the chance to throw another two knives. It’s a sloppy attempt, thrown haphazardly from the floor in pure self-defence. But they both strike true, one between his lower ribs and the other just above the mark from the first knife.

Red fluid seeps from him, dripping onto the tile.

He stumbles backwards, pulling a green bottle from his pocket and pouring its contents over his leg as he yanks the knife out. You watch as the blood is washed away, and the wounds close.

He came prepared.

“Ethan Winters!” a familiar voice snaps, and you almost collapse from pure relief. Mommy.

Mommy drifts in from the kitchen, ducking through the gated doorway and ushering Bela behind her. Bela is still snarling, but she’s clearly hurt, and allows her mother to push her back.

“You sneak into my house, you attack my daughters, youngest and eldest alike?”

The manthing fires his weapon again, directly into her chest, and you cover your ears against the noise. It echoes against the walls and although you know it can’t hurt Mommy, it scares you to see him try.

“You bring your filthy body to my property, you draw blood from my baby, and then you dare to raise your weapon to me?”

You haven’t seen Mommy this angry… ever. Her claws are extended, her back rigid as she faces down the man named Ethan Winters. Bela’s arms wrap around you and she drags you away from the fight. The movement jostles your wounded leg, and you cry out in spite of yourself, trying to twist out of Bela’s grasp.

Mommy looks back towards you. The man takes her lapse of attention as a chance to pull out a heavier gun, firing straight at her head.

It does nothing.

Mommy stands tall, in the face of bullets, in the swirling snow, and her claws flex as she looks down at the manthing in front of her.

Now, Ethan Winters looks scared. Now, Ethan Winters looks human.

“I would love to take my time and truly teach you a lesson,” Mommy purrs, reaching out to grab the manthing by the throat. “But my daughters need my attention, and I am… a doting mother. So I’m afraid this will have to be quick.”

Blood is all around you, in the Dimitrescu Castle. Big or small, old or young, you’re no stranger to violence.

You still find yourself covering your eyes as Mommy tears the strange man to shreds. You can hear her spitting out pieces of him, making sounds of disgust. His blood must not be good.

“Bela, come feed. You need the replenishment.”

Mommy drags what remains of the body into the kitchen, where Bela is safely resting, away from the cold air that fills the room where you sit.

You hear your sister begin to drink.

“Darling, are you alright?”

Mommy’s arms wrap around you, careful not to jostle your injuries.

Tearfully, you shake your head. You were scared, and Bela almost died. If you had stayed in your room and hidden like Mommy had said, you were sure that your sister would have been gone. You had almost both been killed, and if Mommy had been slower….

“M’sorry,” you sob, turning into the embrace. “I left.”

“And I’m very upset that you put yourself in danger, but I am not going to scold you right now. May I carry you to your room? You need medicine.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Mommy cradles you and carefully picks you up. Your dress is ruined, covered in grime and blood. You look over and see Bela crouched over a body. It’s suddenly easier to breathe once you see its face, blank and staring. The manthing doesn’t look special as a corpse. Just another dead human.  

You turn your face into Mommy’s chest, and she presses a hand to the back of your head, keeping you there. The smell of copper blood fades as she carries you out of the kitchen and down the hall to your room. Mommy doesn’t take the shortcuts like you and your sisters. They’re much too small and dirty for her.

That thought makes you laugh.

“Is my little one amused?” Mommy asks, petting your scalp with gloved fingers.

“Mmm, m’small and dirty,” you giggle.

“You are very small and very dirty. A bath is in order for both of us once your wounds are tended to.” That sounds like heaven to your exhausted mind.  

Mommy shoulders your door open, splintering the lock, and lays you on the bed. You whine as she moves away from you, reaching towards her.

“I’ll be back in a moment, darling. Are mama o fetiţă, cat un ghemotoc, are mama o fetiţă, cuminţică foc,” Mommy begins to sing as she makes her way around the room, gathering supplies. You relax, her voice reassuring you that she’s still nearby.

Soon, she’s back, sitting at the foot of your bed. There’s a bottle of first aid fluid in her hand, like the one the manthing used.

“This will sting, but it will help.” Mommy takes your foot in her hand, and carefully unbuckles your shoe. It looks tiny in her hand, like a doll’s shoe. Dropping it to the ground, she pulls down your stocking to reveal the wound in your calf.

You turn your face away, whining at the sight of the blood streaking your skin.

“Hush, darling.” You feel lips against the wound, a brief flare of pain as she presses against it. She makes a soft sound, and you look down to watch her lick your blood from her lips. “Don’t look,” Mommy tells you, and you close your eyes again.

Then she pours something on your leg, and everything is pain.

You twist in her grip, crying out, and she holds you down.

“I know, darling, I know. It will pass. I’m sorry.” More pain, this time radiating from your shoulder. You try to kick out, and she catches your feet. “I’ve got you. Breathe, little one. It will pass.”

And sure enough, after what feels like an eternity, the pain begins to lift. You can feel your fingers again, and your toes. Your body is more than a twisting line of agony. The ache becomes gentler, and eventually it lifts all together.

You lie on the bed, feeling the tears streaking your face, and you hear Mommy sigh in relief.

“There, all done.”

She gathers you onto her lap, and you lie passively in her arms, too exhausted to do anything else.

“My brave girl,” she praises, kissing your forehead. “My brave, brave daughter. I’m so proud of you. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”

“M’sorry.” You know she was worried about you. You can still hear it in her voice.

“No, darling, I’m sorry. I should have found him and… well. He shouldn’t have been able to hurt you. It won’t happen again, I promise.” Mommy rocks you back and forth, gently, and you can tell that your body has been healed. There is no pain in your leg, no pain in your shoulder. “I promise.”

“Love you.” There are so many things you want to say, but you’re tired and little and you just want to take a bath with Mommy and have a bottle and fall asleep in her arms.

“I love you more.”

She holds you tight, close enough that you can hear the doubled, inhuman heartbeat thrumming in her chest. Close enough that you can feel the unnatural heat of her skin. Close enough that you feel at home.

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A/N: The song that Alcina sings is in Romanian, but I think it’s a translation of an English song. If anyone knows a traditional Romanian lullaby, I’d be happy to replace it. The lyrics translate as

“Mommy has a little girl, as small as a ball of fur Mommy has a little girl, and she’s a very good girl.”  

I do have a fluffier, lighter sequel to this story planned, so let me know if you’d like to read it!