#especially in my DA days *shivers*

[sapphic-mario]

I do indeed have a favorite, is it obvious? ~

(albeit these are a bit old, if the dialog didn't give it away enough ^^;)

[cosmonauter]

ahh, i hope you like it @liv-does-stuff !!

bestfriend james who has no boundaries with you!!

james potter thinks you are the best friend he's ever had. normally people tell him that he's too clingy, and they don't like him hanging around them all the time. and it's not a problem for him, but he just wants someone to let him hug and touch without being awkward about it.

so when you two met, he felt like the luckiest person on earth because you don't think it's weird when he hugs you from behind and kisses the top of your head.

you don't judge him for demanding cuddles and sleepovers at least two times a week. you even encourage him to be touchier!

his favourite thing to do with you is bathing together. since he's a headboy, he has unlimited access to the prefect's bathroom, which means that the two of you bathe together as often as possible.

he's especially excited to meet you today because he was informed about a new couple in school, and he really wants to gossip about it with you!

so while he is cleaning his bed of sirius' socks and peter's sweets, because you're sleeping over today, sirius decides to ask him a question, "are you meeting up with them again? don't you think it's a little weird that you guys bath at the same time in the same room, even though you're 'just friends'?"

"why would it be weird? they wash my back and i condition their hair for them. it's logical and they don't mind it aswell. it's actually really nice, and besides, don't act as if remus and you don't shower together!"

remus sighs, "james, sirius and i are in a relationship with eachother. aside from that, i totally agree with pads, it is weird that you take baths together. what's even weirder is you touching while being in said bath!"

"you guys just don't have the connection that my dove and i have. it's okay though, don't be sad about it! maybe one day you'll reach the same trust we have in each other.", james throws a towel over one shoulder and picks out a shirt for you to wear, and matching pants, so everyone you come across in the halls knows about your superior friendship (and that you're his, but he wouldn't admit that to anyone, not even under torture).

"i'm going to the bath, padfoot don't eat anything on my bed, my dove complained about the crumbs last time, and i promised them to change that! they're sleeping with me today. bye bye!"

he closes the door before any of them can say anything and runs to the bathroom as fast as he can.

-

as soon as he arrives in the prefect bathroom, he already sees you taking off your clothes.

while you are struggling with unzipping your pants, he comes up behind you and grabs your waist, pulling you into an embrace. your naked back against his broad chest sends electric shocks down his body and he shivers against you and presses your body closer to his.

"jamie, can you help me with my zipper? it isn't moving any further and i can't get out of my pants like that."

james would do anything for you, if you never stopped looking at him with those puppy-eyes, "of course, sweetheart. stay still."

he moves his hand away for a moment to turn your body facing his. while his one hand moves towards your zipper, the other one steadying your body by holding your hip, he grins at you and you smile back up at him.

he tugs a few times, but the pants don't budge. you notice his forehead getting sweatier, so you suggest to "take off your shirt jamie, it's to hot in here for you to be wearing it!" while tugging it up his back a little.

he pulls it off and throws it to the side, giving you a grin, "if you wanted me naked, darling, you just had to ask."

you scrunch your brows together, "if i wanted you naked, you would already be.". he snorts, and keeps tugging at your jeans.

suddenly an idea blossoms in his head. what if your zipper got stuck on something from the inside of your pants. so, of course, he sticks his hand down your pants to find a little string, connected to your underwear, being held hostage by said zipper.

"darling, you just have to pull your trousers down together with your panties. see, just like that..", he slowly eases your trousers over your butt, enjoying the feeling of your body under his hands.

you shiver against him and moan out," thank you, jamie. i should've thought about that." you blush and hide your head in his chest.

"don't worry about it, my love. i'm happy to help you as much as you need.", he smiles down at you, while you start tugging down his zipper to take of his trousers.

as soon as they fall to the floor, james picks you up by your waist and throws you into the water.

" james, you idiot!!", you scream at him while trying to splash him with the water. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry angel! i'll jump in okay? will that make you happy?"

-

"they are definitely fucking, i'm telling you!"

"sirius, calm down! what if they hear you, huh?"

"oh come on remus, they wear matching pajamas and use silencing charms every single time they have a 'sleepover', they won't hear a thing, trust me!"

"you're right, love, but still."

"wormy, what do you think?"

"i think they're both idiots, who really don't get why it's so weird."

please tell me if i need to change something, or if you have some tips on getting better. i hope you enjoyed it :))

[writethrough]

How about a comfort fic with Vessel/reader? Your choice on if Vessel comforts the reader or the reader comforts Vessel!

Just Like Rain

(Vessel x Gender Neutral Reader)

Synopsis: Your anxieties overtake you, and Vessel is there to guide you through them.

Warnings: Self-deprecation, thoughts of unworthiness and self-hatred, language, unintentionally cathartic for me

Word Count: 1557

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this, anon! I'm so excited for you to read my first Vessel fic!

A little housekeeping for those who have read through my Request Guidelines, and may be confused about me writing for a real person when it says I don't. That is still the case, but Vessel is a character when it comes down to it. So, I feel comfortable writing for him, especially in the way I've written him here.

Also—and I hope this goes without saying—I will not entertain theories and rumors about any of Sleep Token's identities.

Enjoy the music for what it is, as the band intended. And I truly hope you enjoy my interpretation of Vessel.

The burn felt good. The steam made you breathe heavier, but you didn’t want this to be easy. You wanted to feel every inhale—stand under the water until you were seared from within; until it felt like you were in your body and not a whisper away from being dragged into oblivion. 

You choked back a sob; still so fearful someone would hear you when you were the only one home. 

There was no reason for you to cry. 

So many people had it so much worse. 

But here you were, on the verge of panic because you didn’t feel like yourself. You didn’t even feel human. 

You wished you could put a name to it, but you couldn’t. 

What was wrong with you? 

Why did you have to feel like this? It came out of nowhere. Like you were struck by a fucking semi. 

You just wanted it to stop. You wanted to feel normal, to not have these sudden bouts of...of what? Melancholia? Sadness? Anger? No word seemed strong enough for it. 

All you wanted was to rip it out. 

Your tears fell harder. 

The water cooled. You turned the knob further. 

And then there were arms around you. 

You tensed, choking back your sobs and covering your mouth as if you could hide what he had already seen. 

Slowly, carefully, as if you would break, Vessel turned you to face him. 

Without a word, he cupped the back of your head and brought it into the crook of his neck. 

You refused to remove your hand. 

All it did was make your shoulders tremble. 

His fingers traced up and down your arm, more of a breeze than a touch. His other hand slid down to the back of your neck. The pressure of it spread through your body. 

Your hand dropped from your mouth and tentatively found its way to his chest. And as he inhaled, you let your hands travel to his back as you stepped closer. 

He held you there, head resting atop yours. 

It was only when you shivered that you realized he had turned you, blocking you from the piping hot spray. 

You sniffled, finally looking at him. 

He cupped your cheeks, brushing away the tear tracks, then pressed his forehead to yours. 

Let us go to our room, my love. 

His words passed into your mind. You nodded. 

He stopped the water, helped you out of the shower, and dried you both. 

He guided your limbs into your sleepwear and covered himself with loose black pants. He looked almost...human...like this. 

You couldn’t help thinking that he was more human than most everyone out there. 

---

Your day started out fine. 

You woke from a wonderful dream—one Vessel had created. A peaceful afternoon beneath a willow tree, snuggled into his side, his fingers trailing along your forearm, down to your fingertips. 

He had tilted your face toward his, kissing your forehead. You had closed your eyes, and when you opened them, you were in bed, his lips still pressed to your skin. 

You got ready for work, Vessel watching as you moved through your room to the bathroom and back. He enjoyed observing you. The personal rituals you did for different occasions, different times of day. Perhaps the one he enjoyed the most was when you asked for his opinion when your ensemble was complete. 

He’d stand from his perch on the foot of your bed and step toward you as if in a trance. 

“You are breathtaking, my love.” He always spoke it. He wanted you to hear the power in the words—the power you held over him. 

You left, and Vessel would gather with the others. You’d ask him about his day, but admittedly, you were still confused about everything they could do—everything they were charged with doing. 

Maybe that was where is started.

You didn't understand. Could never understand.

And a chasm opened.

You were so fucking stupid.

You deserved to feel like this.

Insignificant.

Unneeded.

Unwanted.

Everyone was better off without you.

He’d be happier without you. 

All these fucking noises.

Why was everything so goddamn loud.

Dogs barking. Cars honking. That fucking clock that wouldn’t shut the fuck up! 

It all made you so angry. Why were you so angry? 

You had to make it stop. 

That’s how you ended up in the shower. At least there you could control the noise. You could feel it mark you. Let the heat punish you. 

A hand on your back pulled you back to reality. 

Let me see you, darling. 

You didn’t move, wished you didn’t need to breathe.  

He didn’t deserve this. He needed someone as extraordinary as him, someone who could understand. You could barely wrap your mind around how vast he was; he was everything, and you were—

“You are my heart.” 

A sob escaped. You had forgotten. Too consumed in your own thoughts that you forgot to keep them from him, to stop projecting them. 

He whispered your name, and all you heard was his heartbreak. 

You refused to look at him, covering your mouth to keep your cries back. 

“Please,” he urged. “Please believe me. You are the most precious to me. Do not think of yourself with such loathing.” 

His hand rested on your side, a silent plea to face him. When you didn’t, he forced you to. He never did that—used his strength against you—but this was an exception. 

“I am the one who does not deserve you. My existence is burdensome to you...but I am too selfish. I cannot lose you. I will not leave you willingly. I...I will stay by your side...until you demand otherwise.” 

It pained him to imagine it. He was so bad at hiding his emotions. And yet, it was what you needed. That break in his voice parted your darkness. The thought of him ever not being here scared you.

“I don’t—” You hiccupped. “I don’t want you to leave.” 

“Darling,” he breathed, sympathy and relief in that one word. “Come here.” 

You wrapped your arms around his waist while his settled over your shoulders. 

“My place is by your side,” he said. “Thank you for allowing me here.” 

Squeezing, you nuzzled your face into his neck. The edges of his mask-like features settled you into reality. He was here and so were you, and you were together. 

You sniffled; throat too thick to speak. 

I love you. 

His mouth pressed into your crown. 

You are the one I cherish most. 

At the end of your exhale, relaxation enveloped you—a heaviness only he could instill. 

You didn’t want to talk. You didn’t need to. You just needed this day to be over. 

Sleep, my beloved. And awake anew. 

--- 

You didn’t dream that night, and you were grateful. It was the kind of emptiness you needed. 

When you opened your eyes, you were facing Vessel. Your fingers were touching, bodies apart but connected, always. 

Sometimes it was difficult to tell if he was awake. Even facing one another, the spaces where his eyes should be neither opened nor closed. His breathing was what gave him away. But not this morning. Today, it was the way his pinky finger wrapped around yours. 

Dearest one. 

It moved through your mind like a gentle breeze, and it sounded like “good morning.” 

He seemed to move before you did, anticipating you shifting closer, so his arm wrapped around you and his hand caressed the back of your head. 

You are rested? 

You hummed. He always asked when you both knew he didn’t need to. His insecurities needed the reassurance that he had helped you.

Yes. Thank you. 

You punctuated it by gliding your lips along his throat and placing a kiss above his Adam’s apple. 

The purr that erupted pulled the corner of your mouth up. He was always responsive in the mornings, less guarded before the walls of your bubble faded. 

What are you feeling? 

Not “how,” but “what.”  

Inhaling, you took stock of yourself. You recalled your pain from yesterday, but that already felt so long ago. Like your mind was trying to protect itself after what it put you through.

All you really felt was him. 

Safe. 

His head tilted downward so your foreheads touched. 

That pleases me. 

You rubbed your nose with his. Content to simply feel him. 

The others and I have decided I shall remain with you today. 

It had taken you a while to get used to the connection him and the rest shared. Honestly, you were a bit jealous. After all, how convenient it was to cancel plans just by thinking about it. He probably did it in the seconds before you woke up. 

So, what should we do? 

Anything that will make you happy. 

That sincerity always made you pause and scrutinize him. How could anyone truly mean that? 

Yet somehow, he did. Every time. 

And if I said this? 

You traced curves and swirls onto his back, reveling in the strength you felt within. Sometimes you swore his power was tangible. 

“Then I shall continue to warm your bed.” 

Your flush was instantaneous, and you knew he could feel it against his neck. But before you could stutter a reply, your stomach growled. 

“Perhaps breakfast first?” he asked. 

You nodded. “Definitely.” 

Taglist: @steph-speaks because one of my only points of pride is introducing you to ST.

Comment or message me if you wanna be tagged in future Vessel fics!

[lilacliquors]

kinktober day eleven: anal training

pairing: johnny cage x reader

word count: 841

notes: happy day eleven! ngl, this was the day from hell at work, and i'm so tired lmao. but the show must go on and i missed writing so ta da. i also paused writing this a million times bc the terminology made me giggle <3

you were relaxed as you laid on your shared bed, your hips propped up and your head nestled on your plush pillow. the lights were dim, and a few candles flickered nearby as you heard johnny move around behind you.

“you feeling good, honey?” he asked you, his voice soft.

“mhm, i’m feeling good. think i’m ready to try something a little bigger,” you said, glancing at him over your shoulder. you saw him smile, and he came up to you, one hand rubbing your back while he crouched to meet your gaze.

“yeah? that’s my girl. you get comfy, i’ll be right back.” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, then disappeared back into the walk in closet. he rummaged around, then pulled out the box of sex toys you kept tucked away. he returned with it a few moments later and he set it down on the nightstand so you could see as well. he removed the lid, and then began to root through its contents, holding them up for you to see.

there were all sorts of goodies inside, from vibrators to nipple clamps, but you both finally agreed on a dildo that was a little bit bigger than the last one you’d tried. with a grin, johnny leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss, then pulled back to grab the lube for prep. 

you waited patiently, getting comfortable once more, and you hummed as the bed dipped behind you. you shivered a bit as a cool, lubed up digit pressed against your hole, gently pushing in. you took a deep breath, and you felt his free hand run along your back to help soothe you.

“there you go, that’s it,” he cooed, and you smiled again.

“mm, mhm ~” you hummed in response, squirming a bit as he gently worked you open. you’d been working your way up to bigger toys for a little while now, but the initial insertion of anything was a bit stiff. yet he was gentle, not rushing you, and stopping when it became too much. but you wanted this, you wanted to try new things to keep the bedroom life exciting, especially as you got older. the last thing either of you wanted was a dead bedroom so early on.

johnny watched your muscles relax further, and he gave your ass a little squeeze. if there was one thing he adored about this, and about you, was your trust in him. the fact that you were eager and willing to try this got him excited, and it did boost his ego a bit, he wouldn’t lie. to know that you’d never done this before, for anyone, and let him be the one to help you experience it, it did go to his head. it went to both of them.

“you ready to move up?” he whispered, and you nodded, letting out a soft exhale as he removed his thumb. you heard the cap of the lube pop open, the pressure applied to the bottle to squeeze some out, and then, you felt the tip of the toy at your hole.

“okay, it’s going in now. slowly, slowly, there you go …”

you took another deep breath as he eased the dildo into you, and you grip tightened on your pillow. you felt his free hand on your back, rubbing gently to put you at ease. he slowly let go of the toy and put both hands on your hips, massaging them gently to help your now taut muscles relax a bit more.

“you’re okay, i got you. just relax, just relax,” he whispered. you nodded, and slowly, you loosened back up with his help.

“i’m good, i’m good. you can move it,” you murmured, and he gave your hips a squeeze again.

“all right, tell me if it gets too much,” he replied, then gently grasped the hilt of the toy and began to move it inside of you. he listened to the soft moans and little gasps that left your lips, and he watched you take the toy, a smile on his lips. you were doing so well for him, and those sweet sounds were reward enough. he kept his steady pace, watching your expressions for any subtle changes that might let him know you were getting ready to tap out. and when he saw your brows pinch together, he knew it was time.

“gonna take it out now, honey,” he murmured, and he watched you nod. slowly, he pulled the toy out, rubbing your back as your legs twitched beneath you. once the dildo was out and set aside, he helped ease your legs down so you were laying flat on your stomach.

“wow,” you breathed, your eyes closing as you laid there.

“you did great, sweets,” he said, leaning over to kiss the back of your head.

“mm, because of you,” you said, and he chuckled.

“you’re too kind. now, let’s get you cleaned up, then settled into bed. someone looks like they’re in need of some cuddles.”

[serenasoutherlyns]

so you're a stranger again

Benovak, teen. Ao3. Thanks to @jelestes who encouraged me to finish this.

The woman across the room from her eyed her again, this time unsubtly, undressing her with her eyes. Olivia shivered, the look was so unabashed, so full of desire that it made her cheeks burn. The woman tossed her red hair over her shoulder before putting down her glass on the bar. Olivia’s heart pounded: she was making her way over to her.

Casey looked so good that Olivia almost couldn’t keep from kissing her as soon as she could reach her. She wore a green satin dress that Olivia didn’t recognize. It clung to her body, showing off everything, the open back especially had Olivia’s heart racing. She must’ve gone shopping for the occasion, Olivia couldn’t imagine when. The dim light in the lounge glinted off the clear pendant of her gold necklace.

“Hey gorgeous,” Casey said in that seductively low tone of hers, “can I buy you a drink?”

---

One year ago…

“That new DA’s a piece of work,” said Elliot, rubbing his temples. “I don’t know what Branch is thinking.” Olivia hummed in agreement. “She is kind of your type, though.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Olivia.

“Tall, skinny, pale,” he said, “plus you love lawyers.”

“Two,” said Olivia, “I’ve dated two.”

“More than I have,” said Elliot. “I’m just teasing you. Plus, no way she lasts more than a couple months in sex crimes.”

“Let’s hope. Why do we even need an assigned DA anyway?”

—-

“That would be lovely, thank you,” said Olivia in reply. Casey smiled at her and beckoned to the bartender. Somehow, she even made that gesture sexy.

“What am I getting you?” she asked. Casey’s voice was still, deep, and driving Olivia insane.

“Whiskey and soda,” said Olivia. She thought she would branch out tonight, after all, they weren’t themselves for an evening. She played with her necklace for a moment, hoping it would call Casey’s attention to her décolletage. It worked. Casey cleared her throat before ordering.

“May I take this seat?” Casey asked. Her girlfriend, not her girlfriend for the night, didn’t abandon her chivalrous nature. Olivia nodded and Casey slid into the seat beside her gracefully.

“I’m Casey,” she said. “Who do I have the pleasure of sitting beside tonight?” In another situation, if it really were a stranger, Olivia might’ve laughed at the pickup line. They were already playing a game, though, so it didn’t feel silly.

“Olivia. It’s nice to meet you, Casey.” She held her hand out for an introduction, and Casey took it. Instead, she kissed.

“The pleasure is all mine, Olivia.” The bartender came back with her whiskey soda and Casey thanked her. Olivia took a steadying sip. She knew she had no reason to be nervous, but her hands still shook a little. Casey just looked so good, was being so shamelessly seductive, that she couldn’t help it. For a moment, Casey’s glances faltered. She placed a hand on Olivia’s shoulder, reassuring. “What brings you out tonight?” Casey asked.

“Long day at work,” said Olivia, which wasn’t a lie. “Figured I’d unwind before I went home. What about you?”

“Similar,” said Casey. “My coworkers drive me insane, sometimes.” Olivia almost laughed at this. She knew Casey was talking about Elliot. The two of them had gotten into a little disagreement at work that day. If it had gotten much farther, Olivia may have had to break it up.

“Mine too,” said Olivia.

---

One week ago…

“Do you ever wish we’d met differently?” Olivia asked. Casey was beside her on a mostly-wordless Saturday night that they were spending with takeout, crosswords, and the latest Belle and Sebastian album. Casey took a moment to respond.

“What brings that to your mind?” She said. Olivia stretched, and when she was done, rested her hand on Casey’s thigh.

“I mean,” said Olivia, “I think we make a pretty good couple. But we met with so much conflict, sometimes I wish it was different.” Casey considered it.

“I’ve had that thought,” said Casey. “Don’t you think it makes us closer that we know how to fight?”

“I do,” said Olivia. “Still, sometimes I wish we’d been two strangers at a bar.”

“You romantic,” said Casey. Olivia had never considered herself one before Casey, even with previous girlfriends she’d been reserved in that area. With Casey, though, she would show up on her doorstep with roses and was even letting her teach her how to cook. She sometimes would imagine meeting Casey for the first time without all the fighting, Casey’s presence outside of work that she was so fond of. Casey’s voice broke her chain of thought. “We could always have a do-over.”

“What do you mean?” Said Olivia.

“Pretend we don’t know each other,” Casey said. “Be those two strangers in a bar. I’d kind of like to try and pick you up, actually. Show off my game.”

“Your game,” said Olivia. “I know you’ve got game.”

“What if you pretended you didn’t? Let’s both wear something pretty and go to the same bar one night. It’ll be fun,” said Casey. Olivia was starting to get to know every side of Casey, a couple months into dating her, but she didn’t know she had quite that capacity for whimsy.

“You wanna seduce me, Novak?” Olivia said. She had butterflies thinking about it, which seemed like a good sign.

“I do,” said Casey. “I’d love to.” The word love made Olivia’s butterflies race even faster. She really did know that she loved Casey, but hadn’t said it yet. Maybe it was a little too early still. Maybe she was just nervous.

“Okay,” said Olivia, “let’s do it.” Casey grinned at her. She very smoothly took Olivia in her arms and kissed her.

“I can’t wait to meet you,” she said. Olivia relaxed further into her touch, and went back to her crossword.

---

After talking for a while, Casey asked Olivia the question she’d been dying to hear all night.

“Would you like to get out of here?” Olivia nodded at first, and took the final sip of her drink. They closed the tab, and then Casey popped out of her chair. She look Olivia’s hand as if to help her down. She did it so effortlessly. Olivia was so glad they’d decided to do this tonight. The cab ride back to Casey’s dragged on painfully slowly. Everyone in New York seemed to forget to drive in the rain. Casey made it entertaining, though torturously. She started with holding Olivia’s hand, then moved to her thigh. If they really were strangers, perhaps it would be too forward, but Olivia did not mind. She eventually leaned over the middle seat and kissed her, chastely then deeply. She felt a little bad for the cabbie, but figured he’d seen worse.

When they got inside, Casey offered Olivia another drink, but she declined. She wanted a totally clear mind. Casey had gone so far as to do a little bit of redecorating to make the space seem different, not like the apartment Olivia spent so many hours at these days. The thoughtfulness of that fact made Olivia’s chest warm. She picked up the kiss where they had left off in the car. She pressed Casey against her kitchen counter, holding her hips. Casey may be the seductress, but Olivia knew she was the one guiding. When she had Casey’s breaths quick, she pulled her into her bedroom. This was breaking character a little, but she didn’t care. She needed Casey, and knew Casey needed her.

In the calm of the early morning, Olivia knew it was time. In a completely quiet moment, she sat up on her elbows to observe, make sure Casey was awake.

“Hey, Casey?” she said. “I love you.”

“On the first night we meet?” Said Casey teasingly. “You move a little fast there, Olivia.” Olivia blushed.

“I, maybe I should’ve waited to say it.”

“No,” said Casey, “I wish I’d said it weeks ago. I love you too, Olivia.” Olivia took her hand and drew circles on the back.

“You were not kidding about seducing me, by the way. Jesus, you’re hot. That dress…” Casey laughed. “Thank you for making me do this.”

“My pleasure,” said Casey. She sat up to kiss Olivia. It said everything.

[thedragonagebigbang]

Bang Creator Interview: Tumblr: @warpedlegacy  |  AO3: warpedlegacy

The Collaboration period has begun! In these quiet months before works are due, we want to foster a sense of excitement, camaraderie, and celebration among our participants. To that end, all participants were given the option of a formal interview by our mod, Dema, or an informal “ask-game” survey. We hope you enjoy getting to know our phenomenal creators as much as we have!

Q&A With Duchess

What is your favorite character to romance?

I am a dedicated Cullenmancer. He was my first romance when playing DAI and I have stuck with him on nearly every subsequent playthrough since. He embodies one of my favorite character archetypes - the reformed sinner. He's ashamed of the things he did and believed in his past and is doing his best to atone. He seeks forgiveness but doesn't understand that forgiveness must come from within. Or he cannot fathom forgiving himself. I relate so much to his self-doubt and uncertainty, as well as his drive to improve and do better. 

I especially love romancing him as a Circle mage - there's just SO MANY juicy, messy layers to explore with that dynamic! How the Circle just hangs like a specter over their relationship. Does it haunt them forever? Or do they have the trust in each other to confront it head-on? 

What is your favorite specific moment in the DA series?

The Herald, alone and exhausted and hurt, trudging through the snow after the avalanche. In Your Heart Shall Burn is my favorite quest and my favorite part of the game, but that specific moment gets me every time. The way the sound mixing emphasizes the wind and the wolves howling, and then you start to hear your Herald shivering and panting. As you push them forward, their steps start to slow. It's agonizing to watch. When they finally see the lights of the Inquisition's camp ahead and collapse to their knees, I feel that relief along with them. The first time I played this game, that was the moment where, I think, I knew this was going to be my new obsession. 

Do you have any writing tips?

It sounds cliche, but write for yourself, first and foremost. Don't fall into the trap of "all writers must do x". There's so much advice out there, and lots of it seems to contradict. It can be so easy to get overwhelmed, and what works for someone else may not work for you - and that's fine! I need to outline my fics before I start writing, but I know some dedicated pantsers who write brilliant and beautiful work. The key is to find what works for you. There are no rules but the ones you make for yourself. 

Related to that, I think it's important to identify your style. We all have unique voices, and trying to make yourself sound just like someone else will only end in frustration. Play to your strengths! Do you prefer writing action or romance? Do you like intense angst or lighthearted fluff? Does dialogue or prose come easier to you? Do you like long, descriptive text, or do you prefer brevity? All of these things shape the kinds of stories that you will gravitate toward, and it also shapes the overall voice of your writing. What you are known for, in other words. It's okay if it takes you a while to find it, and it's okay if you have to try on a lot of different "hats" before you find the one (or several) that fit you. Writing is a journey of self-discovery in a lot of ways - that's why I love it so much!

[edelfan]

In These Arms Tonight | Icemav

Cross-Posted to AO3

"Shit, I'm out of flares!"

"Rooster, evade, evade!"

"I can't shake 'em. They're on me, they're on me."

"Mav, no!"

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Ice...?"

"Fuck off to where you came from, Pete!"

~•~

Mav couldn't remember at what point he had realized that it had been a mistake riding his bike in the pouring rain. It wouldn't have been the first time that he had gotten soaked, but feeling like death warmed over on the next day - without being drunk the night before - definitely hadn't been on his agenda. Especially with Carole and Bradley off in Texas somewhere, visiting relatives, it meant that he would spend his precious time of leave alone and suffering.

So instead of taking his bike out on another ride down to the beach, Mav buried himself in his bed, wrapping the blanket around his shivering body.

Maverick only realized that he had been asleep when a ringing noise woke him up. It took him more than a moment to realize it was the phone down in the kitchen.

Stumbling out of the bed, a shiver went through his whole body as he slowly made his way downstairs towards the annoying machine that almost made his head explode. He had no idea how he managed to get to it, but at least it stopped ringing, when he held it in his hand. However, he didn't even have the energy to say his name.

"Pete? Are you there?"

He really wanted to answer Carole's concerned question, but the only thing that made it out of him was a heavy bout of coughing. It hurt in his chest and it didn't seem to end.

Somehow he ended up on the floor again and it was nice enough and cool to fall asleep despite the constant yelling on the phone.

The next time Maverick woke up - or at least was more conscious - he found himself on the sofa in the living room, wrapped up in a blanket.

Ice's voice was coming from the kitchen. But Pete knew this couldn't be right. Ice wasn't here, he wasn't on leave. He was stationed in Lemoore right now...

"No... He's not waking up... Up to 104°..."

For a moment Maverick wondered which poor bastard imaginary Ice was talking about, but that already seemed too much for his tired mind and he closed his eyes again...

A cool hand caressed his sweaty forehead, making Pete lean into it.

"Oh my poor baby."

"Mom...?"

Pete tried to blink, but the figure in front of him stayed blurry. It sure wasn't Ice though.

Deep inside Pete a warm feeling started to spread, something he hadn't felt in a very long time.

"It's alright, Pete. Go back to sleep. Just know that I love you very much and that I am so sorry for leaving you behind."

The words kept echoing around Pete's mind for a long time as he once again sank into the darkness.

~•~

"And you're sure Pops will be okay with it that we took the Cadillac?"

Pete grinned while he put on his aviators.

"Of course, baby goose. First of all, he will be so happy to see you again after being away for so long. And when he finds out that you got your driver's license, he will agree that it's perfect for your first drive."

Mav's words managed to chase away the doubt in Bradley's face and soon he was mirroring his grin as he started the engine.

It was a perfect south California spring day and the sun was shining as they made their way to the base to pick up Ice. The other man hadn't been home in weeks and for tonight they had planned a barbeque by the beach.

In the end, Maverick couldn't even say what had made him react in the way he did... They had been less than a mile from the base when a pick-up had suddenly pulled out behind a truck, right into their lane. Bradley had just stared in shock as Pete had reached for the steering wheel, turning their car to the left - and eventually putting himself on the side of the impact...

"Mav...?"

"Da... ou... ay?"

"Ple... dad... ou hear...?"

Brad... Bradley...

"Dad, please..."

"Bra..."

Maverick barely recognized his own voice, his mouth dry yet tasting like blood.

"Oh my God, dad..."

When he finally managed to open his eyes, Pete saw red - blood - Bradley covered in blood.

"Ba...by Goo...se you.. blee..."

"It's okay, dad, I'm fine. Help is on the way. But you need to stay awake, okay? Please? Dad?"

He really wanted to answer him, wanted to take away the worry in his eyes, but despite his inner fight Bradley's figure became blurrier with every passing moment, until darkness overtook him.

Expecting to come to the familiar sounds of heart beat monitors and medical equipment, Maverick was more than surprised when the first thing he heard was the sound of waves on a beach. Underneath him he felt warm sand and the sun seemed to be blocked by an umbrella.

"Pete Mitchell, don't even think about getting too comfortable here."

He knew that voice. Opening his eyes, he came face to face with Carole - looking like she had in the 80s, beautiful blonde hair and sunkissed skin; no more signs of sickness or chemo.

Unable to say anything, Maverick quickly got on his knees, wrapping his arms around his friend.

"Oh, Pete..."

Carole held him for a long time, her hand slowly stroking through his hair.

When Maverick finally managed to sit back again, wiping at his face as if Carole hadn't already noticed his tears, he frowned.

"Is this a dream?"

Her smile turned sad.

"No, darling, this isn't a dream."

Laying her hand against his cheek, images suddenly flashed before his eyes - the wrecked Cadillac, the back of an ambulance, Ice holding Bradley in his arms, both crying in the emergency room of a hospital...

"This isn't permanent either. You still have many years to come, sweetheart. But I wanted to thank you... For saving my baby boy. Not just today. Let him grow old and grey before I see him again, but don't make a habit out of turning up here. There are people down there who depend on you, my dear Pete..."

He felt the ocean wind pick up suddenly. And just like the sand on this endless beach, Carole's image started to be blown away before there was nothing else but darkness again.

~•~

The jet he had been testing the last few weeks was one big fuck up. As soon as they had fixed one bug, another one would turn up. If you'd asked Maverick, it would be better to scrap the whole thing all together and start over with the next model. But it wasn't his choice to make, he was just the test pilot. And in less than four weeks he would be off to California, finally marrying the love of his life as soon as DADT would officially be history.

Until then, he had to keep flying this piece of crap. Today it seemed to be okay so far. Everything was steady and controls showed the correct data.

It almost seemed too good to be true after all their troubles. However, Maverick had learned to never celebrate too early; and unfortunately he was proofed right when he detected the slightest hint of smoke in the cockpit.

"Crane 21 to Command, there's smoke in the cockpit. I don't know where it's coming from."

"Crane 21, can you make it back to base?"

"Wondering if it's worth it."

"Maverick."

"Okay, okay, looks like I should be okay for landing."

Rushing back to the testing base, Maverick immediately started the descent. However, with every couple of feet he dropped, the smoke got more and thicker.

In the end, he couldn't say how he had managed to land the jet, but as soon as he tried to open the canopy, Maverick knew he was in deep shit. The canopy was stuck. Whatever he tried, it wouldn't budge. And with every breath his mask became more useless as he inhaled more and more smoke.

Mav's world started to close in. Somewhere on the edge of his consciousness, he noticed people trying to break the canopy from outside. His last thought was about Goose and the irony of faulty canopies, before he slipped into darkness.

The first thing Mav noticed again, were the sounds of planes above him - however it wasn't any of the experimental jets he had tested nor was it the well known F-14. He knew it though...

Slowly opening his eyes, he remembered it. The A-4, lots of them... And around him a familiar air base. The one where his father had been stationed before he was shipped off to Vietnam.

A couple feet away, a man was standing by his plane, looking at Maverick. He was wearing a more than familiar leather jacket...

"Dad?"

"Hey, Pete."

For a moment they just stood there and looked at each other, but finally it was Duke who closed the distance and embraced his son.

There were so many things Pete had wanted to say if he'd ever see his dad again, but now in this moment not a single word made it past his lips. He just felt the warmth of the hug, smelled the husky cologne that brought back long forgotten memories.

"Son... Pete... I want you to know that I am so proud of you. Of the man you've become... One hell of a pilot, hm? And marrying an admiral..."

Pete went still, his look uneasy as he focused on his dad's face - almost ready to see disgust or contempt. After all, at the point in time, when he had lost his father, things had been different and little Pete had have no idea yet that he actually like girls and boys. However, there was only love in his father's eyes.

"That Kazansky kid seems like a fine fellow and he better take care of you or I'll have to kick his ass when he'll come to the afterlife."

They both laughed, but all too soon Pete felt himself starting to fade away again.

"I love you, dad."

"I love you, too, Pete."

~•~

"Just... a little... push..."

Staring at the controls, Maverick pushed the stick slowly but surely a bit further. His heart was hammering in his chest, the Darkstar humming around him as it made it past Mach 10.1. Of course, he knew that he had made it, had made sure that the project would be continued, but he wouldn't be Maverick if he didn't try to find the absolutely limit. With the humming turning into heavy vibration, he knew that he had found it.

"Oh shit!"

A blazing 10.4 was the last thing Maverick took in, his hand flying towards the ejection button, before everything turned dark...

"That's your idea of fun, Mav?"

Pete came around to the sound of someone plunking away on a piano. And that voice... Slowly the cloudy surroundings cleared and gave way to a familiar diner - somewhere he hadn't been to since his short stint as Top Gun instructor. Sitting at the piano, there was a familiar figure dressed in a Hawaiian shirt...

Maverick had no idea how he had moved so fast, but not even a moment later he found himself in Goose's arms. Tears were running down his face and he kept on mumbling apology after apology, all while Goose just held him close.

"Oh, stop it, Mav. We both know it was an accident. There was nothing you could have done."

"Goose-"

"No. Stop feeling guilty. I know that you took care of my family, I even know that you held onto me until the chopper arrived. You are my best friend, Mav, and that's why you need to listen to me now. We don't have much time..."

Goose held him at an arm's length, looking at him while Mav tried to wipe away his tears. When their eyes finally met, Goose just grinned. He lay his hand in Maverick's neck, pulling him close again until their foreheads touched lightly.

"It's not your time yet, Mav. People still need you down there... Bradley needs you. His life depends on it..."

Maverick started to feel the almost familiar pull. He tried to hold onto Goose, but all his strength didn't help him as the diner around them started to fade away. The last thing he heard were the notes of 'Big Balls of Fire'.

~•~

"Grampa?"

Small and slightly sticky fingers were poking Maverick's face.

"Grampa, wake up."

"Hmmm, what is it, sweetpea?"

He didn't open his eyes, but wrapped his arms around the little girl in front of him, pulling her close. Blowing a raspberry on her cheek, made her giggling heavily and for a moment she tried to free herself before deciding that Pete's arms still were the place to be.

"Papa told me to get you. He said he and Daddy are finished." Neka whispered loudly into Maverick's ear.

"Oh really? Then it's definitely time to get up!"

As graceful as possible in his age, his arms full of squirming toddler, he got up and off the old leather sofa in the hangar.

Things had changed a bit over the last ten years in here. What had once been his not so little hideaway, now mostly belonged to Bradley.

Being medically discharged after his own encounter with cancer, his godson had needed a distraction and Maverick had given it to him. These days Bradley was mostly healthy, on pension and looking after his and Jake's adopted little girl.

And just like Maverick himself he had started restoring old planes. Over there, in the sun shining through the open doors of the hangar was his latest project - a L-3 Grasshopper, the cockpit realigned so that it could fit three people behind each other.

Bradley had finished the last repairs a few days ago and earlier today he and Jake had made it ready to fly for the first time.

Maverick carried his granddaughter over to where the younger men stood beside the Grasshopper. Jake was grinning like a child himself when he took Neka out of Mav's arms.

"You ready, Pops?"

"You know I was born ready, Captain Seresin."

Shortly afterwards, they were soaring over the Californian desert - Bradley piloting with Jake sitting right behind him, holding Neka in his lap.

Maverick was seated in in the backseat. It wasn't that often that he got to fly anymore these days, but nothing could ever compare to this feeling of being free and on top of the world...

"Daddy... I think Grampa fell asleep again..."

He woke up to the feeling of familiar arms around him. Soft fingertips were stroking the skin on his arms while a kiss was placed on his forehead. Pete didn't need to open his eyes to know whose warm embrace was holding him close.

"Please don't send me back... not this time, Ice."

"No, baby, it's okay. You're here to stay with me. Welcome home, Pete."

[mochasenby]

Seduction and Possession

Everyone knows of Elliot, he's the kindest bachelor in pelican town. He is the perfect gentleman. Or is he?

He doesn't know how it happened, but as soon as his eyes set on the new farmer, everything went downhill. She was his inspiration, his muse, and they're trying to take her attention away from him. He won't let that happen.

Tags: female MC, masturbation, praise kink, obsessive behavior, mentioned drugging, stalking, love poems, scent and panty kink, death threats, animal death (Shane’s chickens)

Part One

Find the whole one-shot on Ao3!

Seduction:

1: The act of seducing especially: the enticement of a person to sexual intercourse. 2: something that draws temptation. 3: something that attracts or charms.

“This isn’t working,” Elliot sighed as he crumpled up his draft. His head hung low as his hair cascaded down his face. “Still struggling?” Leah propped up next to him as he nodded.

“I just can’t find any inspiration for my work, and the deadline is coming up,” He groaned as she patted his back. 

“How about you take a break? Mayor Lewis is meeting with the new farmer now, go and introduce yourself,” She smiled as Elliot nodded.

Bidding his goodbyes to Leah and Gus, Elliot stepped out of the tavern and into the crisp fall air. Goosebumps trailed down his arms as he approached the old farm. 

I need to find something soon, my publisher is awaiting my book. He thought as he spotted two figures ahead of him. It’s easy to recognize Mayor Lewis with his stubby figure, but the person beside him he couldn’t recognize. 

The new farmer? He wondered. He wasn’t up to chatting at the moment, but it would be rude to deny conversation. Elliot cleared his throat to speak, but the words died in his mouth as she turned around. The only words Elliot could use to describe her were angelic and exquisite. 

She’s beautiful. Elliot thought as he felt his heart clench. He started to feel anxiety creeping up in his mind. The same kind of anxiety he’d get before a book signing.

“Oh! Elliot! Come meet (Y/n)!” Mayor Lewis called out as she stared at him. Y/n. The name was fitting for such beauty. He thought as he introduced himself.

“Hello, Elliot,” She smiled. Just hearing her speak sent shivers down his spine. The way his name rolled off her tongue made him feel euphoric. He needed to hear it again. 

Before he could say anything else, Mayor Lewis cut in and rushed the farmer to say goodnight. Elliot nearly cursed the mayor in his head as she turned to him.

“Goodnight Mayor Lewis, Elliot,” She spoke again as he trembled again. His body moved on its own as Elliot lifted up her hand to his lips.

“Goodnight dear,” He muttered as he kissed her hand. The calluses on her hand were ignored as he breathed in her scent. 

Her scent flooded his head as he repressed another shiver. Her face flushed a shade of red as Mayor Lewis laughed. Elliot ignored everything the Mayor said as he captured the look on her face in his memory.

On his way home, Elliot kept reimagining the look on her face. As he reached his cabin, a rush of ecstasy flooded through him. 

His eyes widened as he ran toward his desk and yanked out his pen. His hand danced across his notebook as he wrote. Words poured from his fingertips when he froze. 

What is this? He thought as he stared at his notebook. Where did the inspiration come from? He thought in wonder when her face flashed in his head.

Baddump. Baddump. Baddump. Oh, it was her. Elliot’s face turned a soft red as he pictured the farmer. It’s just a crush. He thought. Just a crush. 

Elliot wasn’t aware of how wrong he was, and that this “crush” would soon turn into an obsession. 

My dearest,

Ever since the first day we met, I was captivated by your beauty. You look as if an angel has come to bless my eyes. You are as if the goddess aphrodite was reborn again. Your voice echoes in my head as I crave to hear you speak my name. This love I feel for you is dangerous, as I fear I, a mere human, have fallen for such a goddess. I wait for the day we meet again,

- Elliot

The next morning, Elliot found himself at the old farm. He wanted to write more but he just couldn’t. He wondered if it was really her who made his mind flood with such a rush.

As he approached, he spotted the farmer hoeing her fields. His breath hitched as he stared at her with admiration. Even though she was covered in dirt and grime, she was still beautiful. 

Her eyes met with his as she waved. “Good morning Elliot,” She smiled as his heart pumped faster.

“Do you mind helping me a bit? If you don’t mind,” He accepted her offer as she smiled. Elliot tied his hair back as he got to work. Hours went by as he collapsed on her porch.

“I’m exhausted, how do you do this?” He asked tiredly as she laughed. “It was brutal at first but you get the hang of it,” She grinned as his heart pounded.

“I wish I could have what you have, I love my job as a writer however lately I just can’t put pen to paper,” He sighed as she hummed.

“ Well, if it doesn’t work out, I can always use an extra hand around here,” She smiled as his breath hitched. She looked beautiful like this, her hair clinging to the sweat on her face as her face was flushed red from the heat.

Elliot coughed quietly as he tore his gaze away. “It’s getting late, I should be going,” He muttered as he stood up. 

“Thank you for helping me today, Elliot,” He jumped as she grasped his hand and shook it. “I’d really appreciate it if you came back to help me another day,” She smiled as his heart warmed.

“Of course, my dear,” He kissed her hand as he bid her goodbye. 

As Elliot left, he prayed that she didn’t see the growing bulge in his pants. I can always use an extra hand around here. Her words echoed in his head as his heart pounded. She was inviting him over. She wanted him there. She craved him as much as he craved her. 

Elliot stumbled into his cabin as he hastily slipped off his pants. Shit. He softly cursed as he slowly pumped his cock. Elliot didn’t understand what was happening to him.

He felt like a teenager again, getting hard from just touching her hand. He moaned quietly as he thought back to the farmer.

This was her doing. An angel in the form of a human. She plagued his thoughts as he fisted his cock. He tried so hard to stop thinking of her, cursing himself for thinking of his newly friend as he masturbated.

But he just couldn’t stop. The more his mind began to think, the more it went deeper and deeper into lust. 

How would she be if she was in my bed? He thought as he grunted. He'd be such a gentle lover. He wouldn’t be rough as she was delicate in his eyes.

He'd treat her like royalty like she was his queen and he was a mere servant. He'd be on his knees servicing her as her hands would tug at his hair while he consumed her. 

 Elliot moaned at the thought as his legs began to twitch. This is wrong. A voice muttered in his head. But it was drowned out by lust. He'd push his own wants aside to please her.  He'd have her ride him, his arms wrapped around her waist as he fucked into her. The thought made him shiver as his chest heaved. 

Praise slips so easily from his mouth as he leaves love bites all over her body. Just imagine how her voice would crack as he would force orgasm after orgasm out of her.

He imagined her crying out his name as he came with a loud grunt. His hips stuttered off his bed as he panted. 

In his afterglow, a rush of inspiration flooded his mind as his eyes widened. He quickly sat up as he snatched his notebook. His hand moved around the pages as if it was possessed. 

My dearest, 

I lust after you. Every time we meet, I feel as if you are taunting me with those enchanting eyes of yours. Do you show those eyes to anyone else? I won’t allow it. I cannot allow it. No one else should see the goddess you are.

Even if it means I have to pluck out their eyes, I’ll do it. Because only I can see you. Only I should touch you. Only I should please you. I anticipate the day you allow me to taste you fully. I’m sure you’ll taste as divine as I imagined. I can only wait,

- Elliot

[literally-a-waffle-fry]

All because of a briefcase...(red oktoberfest/ heavy x medic fic)

(This is based on this post. Thanks for the idea! I had so much fun writing it!

My name is  François, more commonly known as ze Blu spy. One day, when I was tasked with infiltrating the Red team's base, I was captured by the old, psychopathic man that the Red team called their medic. His name is Dr. Ludwig, he is the one who caught me in their base. Once I was held captive by Ludwig, and their soldier Jane interrogated me, the doctor had cut my head off and used me in one of his sick experiments.

  And now? Here I am. my utterly, and unfortunately, my own defenseless head is lying on a shelf inside his fridge. And I'm still alive.

"Oh! Herr klein spy!~ it is time for your feeding!" Ludwig exclaimed as he opened the door to the fridge. He picked me up and I sighed in annoyance.

"Kill me." I say In desperation to be torn away from this cruel reality.

"Nein! Zhat would ruin zhis entire experiment! Besides, nobody at your base even misses you anyway!" the old man cooed as he held up a jar that had German writing. Due to me having some knowledge of German, I read that it was "beef and gravy baby food."

"Are jou ready to be fed, Herr spy?~" the doctor giggled as he shook the jar in my face.

"You wouldn't dare feed me that!" I spat in his face and grimaced.

The German man howled in laughter before he set me down onto his desk that was covered in stacks of neatly written notes and paperwork.

"But I really would!" Giggled the man as he popped open the jar. As he opened the jar, the disgusting smell had hit my senses, and I gagged. This made the man chuckle demonically as he grinned widely. The smile of the lunatic almost made me shiver in fear. I always hated doctors, especially the insane ones.

All of a sudden, the door to the infirmary opened. The teams heavy weapons specialist, Misha, had walked in and looked at Ludwig warmly as he waved before his eyes widened at the sight of my humiliating position.

"Ummm..." Misha faltered as he began questioning Ludwig.

"Oh meine Leibe! You couldn't have had better timing! Would you mind helping me with something?" Ludwig chirped as made pleading eyes with the large, Russian man.

"Da! I'm always happy to help doktor. What does Ludwig want help with?" Misha inquired as he walked towards where the Medic was standing.

Medic sat in his office chair and spun around, facing the Spy. He then stuck the spoon in the sustenance before waving the full spoon in my baclava covered face. "Here comes ze airplane!~" Ludwig wickedly smiled and almost made his voice sound completely saccharine. Almost as if he were actually a sweet loving mother who was feeding her beloved child.

I held my mouth as tightly as I could as the doctor almost jammed the spoon against my lips.

"Eat it! Eat it, you Dummkopf!" The medic almost screamed.

"Doktor, let me hold spy mouth open." Misha chuckled before he picked me up and smiled almost as sinisterly as Ludwig before forcefully opening my jaws. His grip was so tight that I was completely helpless, and my mouth was wide open. I almost gagged as the Medic slid the first spoonful into my mouth.

My eyes shut in disgust, and Misha had forced his hand over my mouth. I shivered lightly before swallowing the disgusting food.

"Good spy!~" Ludwig cooed in a revolting manner as he fed me another spoon. An then another. And another.

"Zhere! All done! Now, I can get to monitoring you and perform some more experiments! I wonder if you'd   Medic clapped and giddily grabbed his clipboard that had some sort of medical document. He began checking my headbase and nodding and murmuring his results lightly to himself.

"Doktor.." Misha had interrupted, causing Ludwig to turn toward his lover.

"Yes, my dear beärchen?" Medic cooed at his lover before Misha embraced him.

I rolled my eyes at the men. how could they dare do this in front of me! I'll make sure to backstab them harshly once I am released.

"I missed Doktor...has been so busy lately. Please take a break?" Misha pleaded with Ludwig. "I wanted to spend time with you, you haven't even been eating or sleeping recently doktor, that is not good." Misha whimpered as gave Ludwig a sad glance and Ludwig felt pity. Not pity for himself, but because his dear boyfriend was so concerned for him.

"I'm sorry Herr Misha...I've been so focused on zhis breakthrough for days now. But it's so interesting! Imagine the power I could have! The ability to keep anybody alive, especially without their head! It breaks all known science and!-"

"Doktor." Interrupted Misha. "You need break." The giant said sternly before grabbing the German roughly and slinging him over his shoulder.

"H-Heavy! Misha! Put me down zhis instant! Right now I tell you !" Ludwig yelped as he squirmed and thrashed, but he was no match for Misha's strength.

I laughed at the old man's yelling before he stared at me angrily.

"Stop laughing! Zhis isn't funny!" Ludwig scowled as he heard Misha laugh as well. "I mean it! Misha! I'll have your head next if you don't!-" Ludwig was cut off by Misha, who was now settling him on the couch in the Infirmary.

"Nyet. You know you never could. You love me too much." Misha teased, which resulted in Ludwig rolling his eyes. I also hissed in revoltion.

"Why don't you two just go ahead and make sweet love to each other while I'm here?" I say sarcastically.

"Oh! Zhat doesn't sound like a bad idea.." Ludwig glaces at Misha, who is now blushing. "Vhat happened? Are you too shy now?" Ludwig moved to whisper in his lovers' ears.

Misha must have heard enough when he pressed his lips to Ludwigs and grabbed his hand tightly.

"Nyet. I am never too shy for doktor." Misha purred as he began bludgeoning his partner with kisses, which made the other squeal in delight.

I wrinkle my face in disgust and attempt to shake my head.

"Stop it! Just put me back in ze damned fridge! I've had enough!" I scream.

"Really? Alright....back to your cage!" Medic laughs before he opens the fridge door and settles me next to a plated sandwich that had a note that said "Ludwig ♡"

"Vhat? Who put zhis here?" Ludwig glances at it confusedly before he realizes. "Bärchen? D-did you put this here?" Ludwig stuttered out of confusion and being flustered.

"Da! Is for you! Misha wants doktor to eat more, isn't healthy to skip meals." Misha responded. "Try it. It is good sandvich, not like kind we have in battle." Misha adds before he picks up the sandwich and holds it to his lover's lips. "Eat."

"Oh! Why danke Misha but!-" Ludwig stammered before the sandwich was shoved in front of his mouth. Ludwig took a bite and chewed.

"Oh...zat is actually very gut." Ludwig quietly whispered.

"Good. You finish sandwich. Then come with me. We will sleep together tonight. Will be warm and we can cuddle."

"Oh! Vell!-"

"Just close the door." I growled and eyed the heavy angrily.

The door slammed shut, almost making me fall off of the shelf as the fridge shook. I was now in my dark, cold prison. But it was much better than whatever hell I just had to witness.

[sizebrained]

Sam Takes Cob to Their First College Party, Part 2

Sam scares Cob shitless without realizing it. CW: Adult themes & language, drinking, drugs, trauma, ex's and dangerous situations, FEAR.

*** Sam's phone was buzzing as she gripped it. Cob started to wonder if maybe this was a bad idea. "Everything...ok?" They asked hesitating.

Cob had suddenly realized they'd been walking so long that they had absolutely no idea where they were. They were completely dependent on Sam. Even Hazel wouldn't be able to find them if something happened. Cob really wished they could better control whatever was going on with them. It started with being able to visit dead people that they'd known while sleeping. But now they had made a day long journey to their Da's shed in just a second when Hazel went missing.

It didn't work today with the bird even though Cob had tried to think about it hoping it'd happen. They didn't understand what was happening with their mind and body. They didn't like the feeling. The fear right now was worse.

Ben had looked like he was just...going crazy. This felt so different. Cob knew exactly what they was thinking and they hated it. They looked at Sam, they wouldn't hurt them...would she? "Little fucking bitch..." Sam said like there was ice in her veins, furiously hitting the phone with both thumbs.

Cob slowly pushed themself away from Sam's face, hoping she wouldn't notice.

Cob thought of Sam crushing a metal can twice their size like it was nothing. They'd thought it had been cool and kind of sexy. But that was because Cob thought they were safe. They didn't feel safe right now. They realized when Hazel taught them about tigers, she had mentioned they could easily kill a human. Maybe Cob hadn't really thought through staying with Sam. Sam was still focused on her phone, oblivious to Cob's rising fear of her.

She literally growled long and low over something while lost in her texts. Cob was frozen. They stayed still thinking of what they could do. They had no other choice. Cob had to try and talk their way out of this. "You're...scaring...me..." Cob finally whispered and started shivering. They needed to get out of here. Sam froze in place and bent her head looking at the little figure. They were trying to hide in her hood. "What? Oh shit! Shit! Shit!...Fuck..." Sam said fumbling with her phone to put it away. "I'm sorry! I wasn't talking about you..."

Sam offered, then brought up both of her hands holding them flat against the hood. She was hoping Cob would climb on like they had earlier. "It's ok...I'm not going to hurt you! I promise! I wasn't talking about you Cob." Sam said thinking this day couldn't get worse. Cob stayed silent for a long time considering, then finally let out "Oh..." Cob exhaled not realizing they were holding their breath and said, "Then what..." "I can explain, just please come down from there onto my hands so I can see you."

Sam noticed she was next a bench and sat down on it slowly. She kept her hands there waiting and pleading at Cob with her big green eyes.

Cob stayed put, hoping they could still make a break from it down Sam's back. God they looked like the eyes of so many cats Hazel had kept them safe from over the years on a hunt, especially these past few years in the shed.

Sam really was like a tiger. They shuddered and started shaking hugging themselves. "Please Cob? I wasn't thinking, I was just lost in talking to people on my phone." Now Sam was getting scared. "Hazel will be so mad if you tell her I scared you like this...please don't? I promise I will never hurt you or let you get hurt." Sam said worriedly realizing she was promising way too much.

"My ex was just giving me a hard time about getting kicked out of the game and I lost my cool..."

Sam said, "That's the little bitch. Not you. Cob please?" Cob tenatively stepped out onto Sam's palm until they were all the way on their hands and knees. They sat down, their tail curling up close to their body, it was completely still. "What's an ex?" Cob dared to ask Sam. Sam let out a relieved sound. She pulled her legs up onto the bench, so the soles rested flat on it.

She didn't have much room, but now her knees were up over her cupped hands cradling Cob. Sam was hoping this helped.

Sam always relied on her body when she was in a jam.

Cob looked around at their circumstances. There was so much of her. If she had wanted to hurt them, it would have been so easy.

But Sam hadn't. Sam hadn't done anything but keep Cob safe and feel good. They'd just gotten into their own head. Sam began to tell Cob about not just her day but the past several years of her life.

About an hour later, Sam was now laying down taking up the whole bench. Cob was laying flat atop the mammoth girl's chest wishing the sweatshirt fabric wasn't so thick.

Cob's tail was swishing happily as they looked down at Sam's big smiling face. They had lost any fear of Sam ever hurting them. Sam's phone buzzed again and she pulled it out to look. She hit it with her thumb again then looked at Cob. "That was Ben checking that we made it home ok. Hazel was worried about you. I said we're good...We are good right?" Sam asked bending her head up to see Cob. "Yes I'm sorry I got spooked. It's just...you're SO BIG snd strong and cool? I'm worried I'm like not interesting enough to you. I'm worried that I'm easy to forget. I don't even know where we are..." Cob was rambling now. "It's just...Hazel's always been with me, besides the other night when she got trapped. This is the first night I've had without her. I don't think she even realizes it..." Cob explained. "Oh shit for real?"

Sam sat up making Cob slide down her chest, but already had her palm up to catch them softly after a few inches. Then she stood back up and brought her palm with Cob back up to her face. "Well then let me make it up to you and show you a good time for your first night solo. Just need to make a stop." Sam said. Cob looked intrigued swishing their tail. *** End Part 2

[keijoikawa]

🤎❤️🧡 for sunlexi pwettie pleek ^__^

miss coco !!! oh the honour of havin chu in mi inbox… i hope u r doin better ?! sendin u all da love n kisses n baked treats !! thank chu 4 askin btw ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა pls take care of urself ilu vry much :c

how would you describe s/i? in personality or looks, whichever you’d like! or both, if you really want to ramble.

oh oh oh mister sunday… he’s sososo pretty i could ramble for hours ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ n’ his personality !!! my fave way to describe sunday’s personality is to compare him to sheet music. perhaps this comes from the pianist in me and he himself as a violinist has found this comparison a little endearing according to his words but i think at first glance, sunday may seem very difficult to read to people.

everyone sees him as the head of the family, a big impending political figure with little words to say but plenty of thoughts to give. he’s not an open book by any means to anyone; sometimes even robin and i don’t know what’s going on in his mind but just like sheet music, i think he’s easy to read if you know how to. at the end of the day, all the treble clefs, the sharps, the flats, the notes, the rests… they play out into the fascinating piece that is my husband, don’t they? eeek it’s so embarrassing to utter this to anyone but sunday !! (///▽///)

whereas looks… it’d be so stereotypical for me to refer to mister sunday as angelic but it’s so inherently fitting, is it not? the gold piercings he wears on his left wing that he always tells me “didn’t hurt” but i have never once believed those words when he can barely handle fingertips brushing over his feathers ever so slightly without shivering. his wings are sososo sensitive and he expects me to believe him !!

oh oh oh !! and his eyes… consistently remind me of midas’ touch. or the way the leaves turn golden and brown in the real world, outside of the dreamscape. how they go crispy and crunch under footfall when you’re wrapped up tight in coats and scarves, warm drinks in your hands to keep warm… he’s laughing at how flustered i’m gettin waaaah !! (,,>﹏<,,)

what’s your favourite thing about s/i?

there’s so many things i could list about sunday… sigh this really is one big dump exposing alexi for being utterly infatuated with her husband, isn’t it? but one of my top favourite things is his hands… he takes care of his skin sososo much but particularly his hands are always in his gloves, protected from the hardships of his work. it’s the best feeling in the world getting to lay beside sunday after long schedules when his gloves are discarded on the dresser, his fingertips drifting over the bare skin of my thigh just under the silk nightie i’m wearing :c his hands are just so soft and smooth… i love them !!

is there somewhere you’d like to visit with s/i? what would you do there?

in both canon!au + modern!au - under the pretence that aquariums most likely do not exist in the cosmos.. to which they probably do, i don’t know. there’s probably some weird and wonderful fishies somewhere… - but i’d like to go with sunday to an aquarium !! my second favourite thing after space (modern!au i definitely drag him to planetariums) is the ocean even though i am dreadfully terrified of it so why not explore the world below the surface with him?

i can imagine he’d probably take a lot of candid photos of me fangirling over all the pretty fishies, the corals and reefs of various fascinating colours, shapes and sizes… in canon!au, sunday would definitely think of ways to incorporate an aquarium into the dreamscape just for me and as an added bonus, he adds more sealife to the already ocean themed spaces of the dreamscape and the reverie. i can imagine how cool that’d be considering the species we hear about in-game, especially that whale in the parlor car upon the express !!

[munadrawson]

Commentary on the "Pardner" project

Before I mention the musical number project, fair warning that this will get personal. I worked on this project during the month of Ramadan when I could not leave home, which resulted in some mental anguish. But I won't get into details since it is pretty much self-explanatory if you're queer. FYI: This is long af. Lots to say.

Background:

I've been drawing fan illustrations/fan comics for 15 years. I never once reference anything from my cultural background. Wild, I know. One of the reasons why I have yet to do so until now was that there wasn't a desi-inspired character that I would enjoy as much as Frye, especially from a franchise that I had adored since day one when I was broke and just started college. There was no way 17 years old me would believe an inkling idol with a Desi background would be a thing and not be offensive. I know some voiced their issues with Frye's design, but after looking through the art book, I am GLAD this was the design they approved. I won't talk about colorism/racism in this post. Don't want to get into the social issues. This is a representation that I'm okay with, and it is a positive one.

So, I grew up watching musicals, whether it is from Disney or Bollywood/other box-office desi movies. Music is a pretty biggie dealie for yours truly. Gosh, I remember in elementary/grade school, I had a classmate who had the same energy as Frye and did the teeth thing as she brought a tape to school. She shared "Lal Dupatta" with the homeroom teacher on the school CRT tv. She was dancing and singing along with the song and tried to have me join in the festivity. But I was and am a shy girl, so I couldn't do it. I did enjoy her enthusiasm and the song. This was something I culturally understood. I felt connected.

Reminiscing that moment, I declared that I should reference one musical number that would fit in the Splatoon universe. For her sake and mine.

Old musical number:

One rule I had while I was searching for a song was that I didn't want the song to be too culturally specific or ignorant of stereotypes. So, no dancing. In the future, I'll draw Deep Cut dancing but nothing culturally significant until I do some well-deserving research before flinging myself into the fiery pits of hell. I learned my lesson internet, lol.

I had one specifically in mind before the partner song. More romantic implications, but it had one person singing. No duet. Sure, BM would appear more, but it would be just him playing an instrument while Shiver singing. Then I would have them crashing together while Frye witnessed this whole shebang at a distance. I also planned to add the Squidbeak Squad be the peanut gallery and have Craig do the "Harold, they're gay" joke. That was the initial idea until I stumbled upon a better one.

New musical number:

After eating my dinner, I passed by my mother while she watched Sholay. During that time, Mom was watching movies from the 60s and 70s on youtube. One was nostalgia, and the other was missing out on some or does not remember some of the stories. Sholay, particularly, caught my attention because the silver fox daddy, Sanjeev Kumar, appeared on the screen. Rood af, bruv. I know, thirst trap.

Seeing him in this movie triggered a memory where Dad showed me a motorcycle scene. I remember Kishore Da was the singer for that song, but that scene was from a different movie. A similar concept of two buddies riding on a motorcycle together, but the energy wasn't there. Out of curiosity, I ended up watching Sholay with Mom.

After viewing the friendship song, I shot up with excitement. "THIS! This one screams them!" As I initially said in the main post, I sought that chaotic energy. Two morally good-leaning thieves sing in a duet about their friendship while being a menace to society. That's THEM!

I know BM is an essential member of Deep Cut, but I'm not considering the movie but this specific score. If this project was about the movie, I would have DJ Octavio as Silver Fox Daddy, and BM would be Shiver's romantic interest. I did have plans on doing so in a separate post, but I gave up on that thought because I became exhausted after drawing eight pages of Fryver. I thought this would take me at least three weeks to draw. Instead, it was more than a month! I couldn't continue because of the lack of going to the gym, a month's worth of fasting, and in the middle of the holy month, I got sick from a stomach virus. Sorry BM. I want to tackle some other projects right now, and as promised, there will be more of him.

4 became 6, then 7, and finally 8:

Initially, I had the project divided into four pages. These were the four:

While drawing the four, I debated whether I should add in the coin toss scene. At that time, I could not figure out who could fill the village girl role until I was gobsmacked, realizing how slow and stupid I could be. I thought BM for the longest time, but he's too nice. If the coin rejects the idea of sleeping, he will give them the signature bear hug instead of waddling away. I want these two to be dunked on, especially after stealing his icy pop. "I'm upset that the dastardly duo stole my ice cream, but FRIENDS!!!" That kind of energy is NOT needed for this goof.

Once I figured out that the cousins could fill the Village girl role, the project became six pages long. I left that as a bonus. I acknowledge some people ship each of the cousins with Shiver/Frye. I nodded in some parts, like Callie's blushing. Hopefully, this bonus one was respectful enough. I didn't want to offend anyone.

At this point, I was confident that I was done until I realized there was no introduction to this project. Who the hell would know this 48-year-old movie reference? Very few. Which is fine. I don't know many pop cultural references. If you mention something about star wars, I would go whomst. Not a musical? Disengage, lol. I am not a movie buff to begin with. Music (folk metal plz) and (indie) games I fuck with. Anyway, I drew the introduction to the sketch dump:

I've laid the chorus across on the top. The background is straight out of the game (you got me bent sideways if you expected me to draw a unique background. Like, I'm insane, but not THAT insane.) I drew the characters that appeared in the sketch dump. These three stealing the show. How the hell did I draw this in one go?:

Damn, this hand. They're too cute for any school.

After, I've drawn the introduction. Surely, at this point, I'm done with this project. Nope. There is no conclusion. Can't have an introduction without a conclusion. Gotta include an ending. So, I contemplated. While doing that, I cleaned up some of the sketches, and I shared a part of the WIP with my partner, jokingly stating:

She was right. To close this project, it's literally sealed with a kiss. Why didn't I think of that?! Maybe because I assume they ARE together.

Despite being romantic, I often don't draw two characters kissing. I drew four kisses, including this one, within 15 years of actively drawing. I guess either I'm not confident at drawing that, or it's not a huge part of my love language. Also, it can't help when your girl towers over you. Usually, it's me receiving not giving. I need to carry a ladder around to kiss, lol.

At last, I drew the kiss. And boi, isn't it dramatic, huh? Nonetheless, It's thematic. I can finally close this project for good...? *Nervously laughing* There's more coming.

Additional Thoughts:

Fryver: If they're partners in crime, then they gotta gay equally. I made sure both of them had their moment in the spotlight. For example, in the coin toss scene, I initially had Frye flipping the coins. But, after drawing four pages where Frye leads some parts more than Shiver. Break the role and have Shiver take charge in this scene.

It works well, especially Shiver using their hand as a fan while simultaneously displaying the coins. This was before the art book! Pure coincidence that a character I finalized happens to like counting money in their pass time. This entire time, I thought BM was the money person. Big Man, big money. Naw, it's your local octoling, Shiver! Also, Frye doing the ;d with a tooth sticking out, giving a thumbs up. Great. Love to see it.

Big Man: Before the introduction page, BM only appeared once in the "MY ICECREAM" scene. This was drawn after the introduction:

The idea of having BM playing the trumpet while he perches on top of a moving truck, it's fucking hilarious. He rather not risk his life whenever either of the two operates a vehicle, but he's okay with playing incidental music on the roof of a stranger's car. Sure, buddy. You do you, lol. Squid Sisters: I have a project I want to do about the cousins. I am still determining how long that will take, but it's pretty long. I want to start something small.

This was my first time drawing them. I've drawn the other idols. Although chibi Marina should not count as adequately drawn. I do have an Off the Hook comic I want to work on. First, I need to write the script!

This was the first panel I drew before I worked on the other panels. This is basically my sister and me whenever we encounter someone we don't like or don't have the energy to engage. Lil sis will give her signature fake smile, and I'll give a stank look. No mask, no filter. I'm glad I could capture the dichotomy of the cousins in a single frame.

Final Thoughts:

There were moments when I wanted to give up entirely on this project. Negative thoughts such as, "No one would bat an eye at this," repeatedly. But as a perfectionist, I hate unfinished work. My work specifically. I persevered by telling myself, "Just do it for yourself."

It was a good drawing exercise. I want to get better at drawing these characters. Get to know and understand them better. I've abandoned trying to draw in Splatoon's anatomical proportions. Not my style, lol.

I'm happy that I drew the kiss. After sketching, yes sketching, seven pages, I was exhausted. I got sick in the middle of the fasting, unable to leave home because of fasting. It was too much (it's a good thing, I work remotely from home.) BUT. It's not gay, ya know. I'VE got to draw the SMOOCH. Or else this project will be trapped in the "gal pals" limbo. Also, not me struggling to NOT be wed to a cishet desi man. Anyone that is queer, plz.

Sigh. I had to draw this kiss secretly, away from my parents' prying eyes. I don't want them to question why I'm drawing two bipedal cephalopods kissing, let alone it being gay. And for whatever reason, they keep entering my office and staring at my monitors. I am a professional graphic designer, too. Let me work in peace!

Anyway, the kiss.

Honestly, talk about a mood. Especially when you're in a long-distance relationship. Five years in a romantic relationship and will be nine years in a platonic relationship with my partner in crime.

[dudemanauthor]

Water Weight

Author's Note:

I really hope I got the idea of just how gosh darn big Ruby gets in this fic across, because, yeah, she is meant to get very, very big.

Also, I set the drinking age for the characters at twenty because

A) It puts Ruby over 18

B) It's the drinking age in Japan and I've almost certainly got some weebs following me who will appreciate that, judging by some of the responses I got from that one status update on DA where the responses were almost exclusively anime I've never watched and a fair few I'd never heard of

“Aww, Weiss, I’m so jealous of you!” Ruby whined as she hugged her partner, who was sporting a sour look and was very much not returning the hug, instead having her arms very tightly folded.

“Ugh, trust me, you’re not missing out on anything,” Weiss complained. “I’ll probably have to spend most of my time dealing with Yang and whatever drunken foolery that she gets up to and tries to drag me into.”

“But it sounds fun! Stupid me not being 20 yet,” Ruby grumbled, before eventually releasing Weiss from the hug. That was when Yang and Blake stepped out of the bathroom, their makeup all done and looking ready to party.

“C’mon Weiss, you’re finally old enough now to do it legally, so it’s time for you to party like you’ve never partied before!” Yang cheered, bringing Weiss in for a somewhat smothering hug. No one else could see the face Weiss was making after Yang buried her in her cleavage, but a perceptive eye could see Weiss going ever so slightly red.

“And don’t worry about Yang, I’ll make sure she behaves,” Blake reassured, the grin on her face the result of Yang’s infectious enthusiasm. Yang took the opportunity to stick her tongue out at Blake, before turning back to her sister.

“Sorry we couldn’t take ya, Ruby, but hey, you’ve got the dorm to yourself for the weekend. You should be able to have some fun,” Yang hinted to Ruby, shooting her a wink that Blake and Weiss luckily couldn’t see. Ruby did her best to keep her cool, but she did secretly like the far from wholesome idea Yang put in her head. With that, the three older girls were off, and Ruby was all on her own. Thank goodness for that, she thought, as the idea Yang put in her head was helping to build up some pesky pent up tension she had.

Ruby hopped into the bathroom, figuring that a shower would probably be able to help her out. Turning on the shower and leaving it for a bit to warm up, Ruby stripped out of her winter pyjamas, leaving her nude in front of the shower. She took a moment to check herself out in the mirror, something she used to avoid. However, since her growth spurt at Beacon, she found herself fonder of mirrors, or at least fonder of what she saw in them. The main feature she enjoyed seeing in the mirror were her blossoming breasts. Aside from her older sister, Ruby had outgrown the rest of Beacon, as far as she could tell, and she loved it. She cupped her breasts in her hands, savouring the noticeable weight of them. Running her hands over them, she let out a shaky breath as her hands ran over her now erect nipples, sending a pleasurable shiver up and down Ruby’s spine. She let her breasts drop, watching as they bounced a bit, before settling. Then, she moved onto the other feature that had grown dramatically, her brilliant behind, her perfectly perky posterior. The brilliant balance of muscle and fat that Ruby was sporting back there had pushed her beyond even Blake’s famous ‘Bella-booty’. There were days when Ruby considered switching out her combat skirt for some figure-flaunting shorts and her breast binding top for something that let her chest out more. Those days were usually followed by seeing someone being an unbelievable pervert, which reinforced Ruby’s decision to keep all of this a secret, to hide it behind binding tops and her poofy combat skirt. Of course, she would still be more than happy to show it off to those she wanted to be especially intimate with. Just thinking about it got her all hot and steamy, just in time for the shower to get just as hot and steamy. She gave herself a little spank, watching for a moment as it jiggled, before hopping into the shower.

One thorough and relaxing shower later, Ruby dried herself off and got back into her pyjamas. With that out of the way, Ruby stepped out of the bathroom and very quickly realised that she had nothing to do. She grabbed her Scroll and headphones and flopped down onto the rug in the middle of the room. She put some rock on nice and loud and waited for an idea to kill some time to come to mind.

After a while, the slightly ajar window quietly opened. In through it snuck a very bottom heavy young woman with pink, brown and white hair. Despite her extra weight and potentially noisy heels, Neo Politan slipped into the room without a sound. The effort probably wasn't necessary, as Ruby had her music loud and her eyes closed. Neo figured that she probably had the run of the room if she wanted it, but she didn't want that, she wanted Ruby. Gingerly, Neo stepped over toward Ruby, putting one foot on either side of her. Then, she lowered herself until her beyond plump posterior was mere inches away from Ruby's pelvis. Once she was in position, Neo paused, before dropping onto Ruby. The sudden weight startled Ruby, making her eyes shoot wide open. When she saw that it was Neo, Ruby relaxed, taking her headphones off.

"Hello to you too," Ruby purred as she rested her hands on Neo's extra wide hips. "Looks like you've still got some extra junk in your trunk from your day with Penny," Ruby teased, giving Neo a little smack on the well-padded butt, making it jiggle like jelly. “I mean, I know you told me you got chunky, but I didn’t realise how big you got!” Neo just gave Ruby a playfully grumpy pout in response, with a hint of a blush betraying her true feelings. "Hey, don’t worry, I like what I’m seeing,” Ruby kept flirting, reaching up to rub Neo’s belly, which was spilling over the waist of her pants and down onto Ruby. “So, other than having some fun with that cutie patootie Penny, what have you been up to?" Neo fished her Scroll out of her pocket to type out her side of the conversation.

A few hours of conversing later, Neo scooched off of Ruby and brought out a pair of fairly large soda bottles and a couple of weird looking mints from seemingly nowhere. Ruby could immediately tell what Neo was suggesting.

"Someday I'll figure out how you can do that," Ruby commented. Neo tapped out a quick response.

'I'll never tell,' Neo's message teased as Neo winked and stuck out her tongue.

"So, what's up with the mints?" Ruby asked. This response took a fair bit longer for Neo to type out.

'They're actually tablets that they use in Vacuo to stop water from evaporating. They'll replenish any water that they're in,' Neo's message explained.

"Are they edible like mints?" Ruby asked. Neo nodded. "Huh, weird. Why’s that?" Neo shrugged at that question. She never put much thought into it, she realized and very quickly stopped being worried about. Truth be told, Ruby wasn't particularly concerned about the answer to that question either. All she knew was that this was going to be very fun. The pair each took a bottle, cracked the tops and chugged. For Neo, it was going down smooth and easy, filling her stomach very nicely. Meanwhile, Ruby was having to stop to let out little burps almost constantly. The pair’s stomachs jutted out just a teensy bit from all the liquid and bubbles, with Neo’s being slightly larger as she managed to keep the bubbles in, while burpy Ruby couldn’t manage it as well as Neo could. Then, the girls took the tablets and swallowed them whole. The tablets tasted more like cough medicine than the minty freshness that they were expecting, but it wasn’t bad enough for either of them to complain too much about it. Besides, the pair were far more interested in the tablets’ effects on them. Those effects kicked in quickly, making their bellies swell a fair bit before their very eyes as they filled with liquid and bubbles. Their bellies rounded out smoothly, with Neo’s stretching against her bodysuit and making her glad that she ditched her belt after bulking up after her encounter with Penny, while Ruby’s pushed against the buttons of her pyjama top, pulling at the buttons and letting her pale belly peek through the gaps. Wanting to avoid a potential disaster, Ruby went ahead and undid the lower buttons of her top, letting her belly be free while keeping herself decent. She was tempted to undo more, but decided against it in the end. After all, she could save that for later if she and Neo were in the mood for it.

When the girls’ bellies stopped growing after a few minutes, they were both about the size of basketballs. It was certainly a respectable size, but Ruby still frowned at it.

“Aw, c’mon, why’d it stop growing?” Ruby complained. Neo grabbed her scroll and tapped out her response.

‘It only doubles the amount of liquid it’s put in, I think. We can try more in an hour or so when it dissolves,’ Neo’s message read.

“Ugh, that’s lame,” Ruby groaned, “I’m gonna go drink more now.” With her super speed, she dashed over to the dorm room mini fridge and grabbed another big bottle of soda before Neo could even think about trying to do something about it. She opened it in one quick movement and chugged the whole thing in one go. It clearly wasn’t an easy task, as Ruby was fighting the urge to burp the whole time. Meanwhile, Neo could only sit, looking horrified as she watched Ruby’s belly bloat up even more. Ruby rubbed circles on her bare, bloating belly as it slowly but steadily grew, letting out moans muffled by the bottle her lips were locked around. The taut ball of a belly quickly outgrew Neo’s, and by the time Ruby was done chugging, it was nearly twice the size it was before she went for the second bottle. Ruby let out a long, rumbling belch as she finished off the last of her second soda bottle, before just tossing it aside as she was panting heavily.

“Oof, really pushing my limits there. So, when’s it gonna start doubling that?” Ruby asked, cool and confident as she patted her belly, each impact making a dull thud and every movement bringing quiet sloshing with it. Neo’s eyes went wide with panic as she quickly tapped out a message. Instead of handing this one to Ruby, she just set the text to speech system to read it out for her.

“Ruby, that tablet will keep doubling the liquid in your stomach until it dissolves. That is why we are meant to take it after finishing our drinks,” the artificial woman’s voice stated, its tone definitely not getting Neo’s concerns across quite as well as her worried face did. Fortunately, that concern did get through to Ruby, who was starting to get a little scared as she clutched her full belly.

“Neo? What’s going to happen to me?” Ruby asked, her voice trembling with fear. Her bloated stomach began to rumble and gurgle. It was almost deafening for Ruby, the roaring gurgle telling her that she had a long night ahead of her.

As Ruby’s belly continued to gurgle, Ruby began to burp more and more, louder and louder as the tablet kept working and working. Neo dove for cover behind one of the desk chairs as Ruby started to grow again. Suddenly, Ruby’s belly began to swell again, and rather rapidly. It was much faster than it had been growing before, and it was becoming massive and heavy very quickly. So quickly, in fact, that it pulled Ruby off balance and sent her tumbling to the ground before she could even react or figure out a plan to deal with this bloating. All she could do was lay there and keep burping as more carbonation happened in her stomach. It was about the size of a beach ball when it did pause, if only briefly, making Ruby very glad that her pyjama pants had an elastic waistband. After that brief pause, the swelling feeling began to move away from her belly and down to her rear and her legs. Her pants grew tighter by the second, and they were approaching their limit within only a minute. There were a series of tears along the seams as her pants were unable to contain her growing body. The fabric over the rear split as her rear tore through it and the large, smooth domes that were her butt cheeks jutted out a very long way. Her hips also widened out plenty, in order to accommodate such impressive legs and such a bountiful behind. Needless to say, Ruby wasn’t going to be able to wear this pair of pyjama pants again. On the bright side, whether it was Ruby getting used to the extra weight of her heavy, sloshy belly or whether her larger legs were stronger now than they were before, Ruby was now able to stand. It took a moment for her to rise to her feet, and she didn’t feel particularly steady just yet, but it beat being stuck on the ground. Following on from that, the swelling feeling moved up, past her belly, making her breasts begin to grow too. Compared to the rest of her body, her breasts barely grew, but compared to any person that wasn’t in such a situation they were getting so much bigger. They grew large enough to push the buttons of her pyjama top to their limits, not quite large enough to finish the job but probably tight enough that a sufficiently deep breath or big enough stretch would deal that final blow. Still, they were larger than her sister’s, and probably anyone else in Beacon, for that matter, so that was one more little bright spot to all of this, even if it was hardly how Ruby wanted to achieve that great accomplishment. After all of that, the swelling feeling moved out to Ruby’s arms. Ruby cringed, anticipating what was about to happen. Ruby was right, as at that point it seemed almost certain that her arms would fill out in some way. Unfortunately, that meant that her growing arms would be filling out to match the rest of her body better. Quickly, they grew to be larger than the average person’s thighs, then larger than just about anyone else’s thighs. They were nowhere near as large as her own thighs, but that was definitely more because of just how massive her thighs were, as her arms were getting very, very large. The sleeves of her pyjama top creaked as they tried to contain her growing arms. Unfortunately, no matter how hard her top tried, it was not long before her arms were tearing through the seams of her pyjama top sleeves, ruining yet another garment as they became exposed. Ruby stared in surprise at her newly expanded arms, her hand slowly reaching for one of her biceps. As she touched it, she was surprised by how soft it was, but sinking her fingers in a little further, she found a slight firmness to it. Once her arms were done growing, Ruby felt the swelling stop all over.

“Neo? I... I think I’m done,” Ruby said, cautious of the possibility that she was wrong. As if the world had a sense of dramatic timing to it, as soon as Ruby finished talking, she felt her whole body gurgle as she began again to burp and burp and burp some more. It was, to be completely frank, a very weird experience and not one Ruby was particularly keen to repeat. However, she did not have very much time to worried about it feeling weird, as that swelling feeling returned, and it was all over her. Her whole body was growing, with only her head staying the same size. Her body was filling out even more all over, her rear and thighs completely destroying what little was left of her pyjama pants, revealing that Ruby had been going commando, while her breasts went up a couple more cup sizes, growing larger than Ruby’s head and popping open her shirt, sending the buttons flying and bouncing all around the room. All of a sudden Neo was very glad that she had a chair to protect her from the high speed projectile buttons. All of that made Ruby totally ignore her growing arms turning her pyjama top into a vest by totally tearing the seams of the sleeves, making them hang uselessly at Ruby’s side. Adding on to all of that, Ruby felt herself growing taller, her arms, legs and torso lengthening in a way that was still proportional, but was still making Ruby far, far taller than she was. She wasn’t sure how much taller she had gotten, but by the end of it, she was tall enough to see the top of her and Yang’s bunks, and she felt like she was tall enough to touch the roof if she really tried. This change in height was very unexpected, and it threw Ruby for a moment. That, along with her rapidly changing size in general made her go all wobbly again, making her stumble into Yang’s bunk, knocking it off of the books that kept it up. Entirely on instinct, Ruby reached out to catch the falling bed, before carefully putting it back in place. When Ruby’s conscious thought caught up with her instincts, she realised just how light the bed felt. That told her that her larger arms were almost certainly far stronger than her original smaller arms, which also told her that her being able to stand now was her thicker legs being stronger too. Ruby wanted to explain what was happening to her to Neo. She wanted to gush with excitement about how strong she suddenly felt, she wanted to brag about her mind-bogglingly massive mammaries, her thunderous thick thighs, her amazingly ample ass and her supremely stuffed stomach. However, whenever she tried to talk, she just kept burping over and over again, making talking impossible at worst, and incredibly stilted and hard to understand at best.

Eventually, luckily, her growth came to a stop before she had to worry about getting too big for the room. Although, looking around she was able to see that she was too big for a lot of things. Her clothes were the obvious starting point, considering the tattered remains of her pyjamas that barely clung to her and covered far too little to be considered decent. Then, there were the beds, which Ruby noticed after catching Yang’s and noticing that it looked a touch shorter than she now was and would probably leave her dangling her feet off the end, not to mention the very distinct possibility that she might have approached, and possibly passed, the weight limit for the ropes holding her bunk up. The door out of the dorm room was another issue she could see. She was pretty certain that she would need to duck under the door frame if she wanted to leave, and she would probably need to carefully finesse her way out of the room if she didn’t want to wedge herself in the doorway and embarrass herself further. Of course, all of these very practical concerns were nothing compared to the idea of how the others would react to her looking like this. To perhaps put it lightly, this was a big change to suddenly deal with. She was, all of a sudden, the biggest person in her team, in her year and quite possibly in Beacon Academy as a whole. All of that made Ruby quietly hope that all of this was only temporary, even if she thought she looked super hot. Unfortunately, all of this reality flooded in all at once, really taking all of the fun out of all of this.

Carefully, Ruby sat down between the bunks, leaning against the bookcase by the window. All of a sudden, she felt so cramped in this room, and so she tried to make herself as small as possible, curling in on herself. That was when Neo came out from her hiding spot and sidled up next to the extra-large Ruby.

“Oh, sorry Neo, I kinda forgot you were here,” Ruby sheepishly admitted as she tugged on her pyjama shirt in a vain attempt at covering at least her perky nipples.

‘In my line of work, that’s a compliment,’ Neo joked in a message, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Heh, yeah, good point,” Ruby half heartedly agreed. “But, uh, yeah, I guess it’s stopped this time, for real. I guess the tablet finally dissolved. Thank goodness for that.” Out of that, Neo could figure out what Ruby wasn’t saying, what she wanted to say. Neo climbed up onto Ruby’s massively thick legs, and then clambered onto her belly. It was very different from scaling a building or something like that, with everything feeling so soft and squishy and being part of a person that giggled. “Neo, that tickles,” Ruby snickered. Once Neo was in position, she leant in towards the embarrassed girl’s head, which was almost looking comically small compared to the rest of Ruby’s body. Neo puckered up and gave Ruby a soft, gentle kiss on the cheek. Ruby’s cheeks took on a dusting of blush from that as a smile spread across her face. “Thanks Neo. That really made me feel better.”

‘Why don’t we just ScrollFlicks and chill? Not in the horny way though. You probably want a distraction, don’t you?’ Neo suggested through a message on her scroll. Ruby put one of her prodigious, pillowy arms around Neo and snuggled her in nice and close, enough for the now much smaller girl to sink in to Ruby’s soft body.

“I’d really appreciate that,” Ruby said softly. Neo nestled into the crook of Ruby’s neck, using her plumped up chest to rest her arms on as she pulled up a movie on her Scroll. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t all so bad after all, Ruby thought to herself, although getting back to her normal size would be nice, sooner rather than later. After all, she only had the dorm to herself for the weekend.

[harryspet]

pinky promise | p.parker, b.barnes & s.rogers

[Warnings] little!peter x little!reader, stucky x reader, stucky x peter, ddlg, ddlb, polyamory, fingering, vaginal sex, sex in little space, age regression, millionaire!stucky, hints of breeding kink

A/N: she’s finally here :)  i intended for this to have more stucky but it just didn’t work out lol 

In which Peter and you play Mommy and Daddy. 

taglist: @peterztinglez @lovelynerdytraveler @buckybarney @hollandsdream @micki-smiles @buckybarnesplumwhore @arts-ismything @saharzek @lovemassivelybeautifulbouquet @what-is-your-wish  @brattypeony @hermayone @buckysugar @mandiiblanche @nsfwsebbie​@yanderepeterparker @ttqueen05 @belleknows​ @write-from-the-heart​ @sad-ed-noise​ @quaksonhehe​

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word count: 2.6k

“Pick out which one you want, baby,” Bucky whispered before walking past the little curtain, talking into his cellphone as he listened in on an important phone call. You went back and forth trying on the same skirt, one white and the other a light pink. You were starting to get a bit frustrated, knowing that you preferred when Steve just chose for you. 

You huffed, deciding that you didn’t want to look at yourself in the dressing room mirror for any longer. You decided to put them back on their individual hangers and put your clothes on. That morning, Daddy had put you in one of your “big girl” dresses. It was still light blue with ruched sleeves but, paired with your white sneakers, you looked normal enough to walk around the mall. 

When you left the dressing room, Bucky was waiting for you. His face instantly fell when he saw your expression, “What’s wrong?” He grabbed your arm softly and when you turned your face away from him, he grabbed your chin, “Which skirt did you pick?”

“I didn’t like them,” You spoke softly, your eyes slowly rising up to meet his.

“But you looked beautiful in them,” You gave him a shy look and his lips began to tug into a grin. He reached up to brush a piece of your hair behind your ear. 

“I can’t decide,” You told him, “I don’t need them anyways …”

“Nonsense. If you can’t choose, then my princess must have both. How else are you supposed to turn heads and make a good impression on the first day of classes?” Bucky easily dismissed the idea, “We’ll have a fashion show tonight and the boys can help you pick.”

You should’ve known that money would be no object to him. It was never to Steve but it seemed Bucky liked to spoil you especially. No wonder Peter was so spoiled. 

“Thank you, Papa,” As he heard your voice, the raise in pitch and the pouting lips, he knew what you needed. He kissed your forehead softly. 

“Awe, my baby doesn’t want to be a big girl anymore. Let’s get you home then, princess.”

It was true. Your date today was very nice and you loved the bond you were building with Bucky but you wanted desperately to wind down in little space. After a long day of college classes, your favorite thing was coming home to Steve but now you got to come home to three people who wanted to baby you. 

From the moment, Bucky buckled your seatbelt for you, you were already beginning to slip. He held your hand the entire ride and as the two of you walked into the luxurious brownstone in Brooklyn that you called home. 

You were quite ready to run into Steve’s arms but the first thing you saw was Steve’s arms wrapped around Peter. The younger boy was sitting in his lap, playing a video game, his eyes focused on the flat screen illuminating the living room. 

When Steve saw you, he smiled of course, but you couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. Steve was Peter’s Daddy as well but, in your moment of wanting to regress, you couldn’t help but want Steve’s full attention.  

“Hi, Papa!” Peter shouted, his eyes not leaving the Mario Kart game. He was dressed in his PJ’s, the footie ones that had all the little Darth Vader’s printed on them. 

“How was your trip? Successful, I hope,” Steve asked. 

Bucky seemed to notice your mood had a fell and that's when you felt his hand on your waist. He lifted you easily, setting you on his hip, all while holding your shopping bags. You were very grateful, resting your head on his shoulder, “Very successful but this one is in need of some tender love and care. I think we need a nice warm bath, don’t we?”

Bucky felt you nod and his lips pressed into a thin line. Steve flashed him a knowing look and Bucky gave him a look that said, “don’t worry, i got this”. The merging of your small family went much better than Steve had anticipated but you still had your moments. 

Bucky carried you upstairs into the room you shared with Peter. The walls weren’t painted white but the two sides of the room contrasted each other. Peter’s side was full of pastel blues and greens while yours was rainbow central. 

Bucky ran a bath for you and, much to your enjoyment, he joined you inside. You felt completely relaxed as he ran a wash cloth along your skin, soaping you up and massaging your skin gently. Your back against his front, Bucky could feel you slowly relaxing. 

“You know, both Daddy and Papa love you very much,” Bucky spoke into your ear, his hand dropping between your legs, slowly spreading them. 

“Mhm,” You agreed, shivers running through you despite the warm water. 

“And Peter does too …” As his fingers spread your folds, his strong hands began to rub in a circular motion.

“I know, Papa,” His pace was still gentle, every circle he made teased your sensitive bulb, and you found your hips starting to grind against his fingers. Your eyes closed as you tried to focus on the sensation. 

“That’s why I think that this weekend … you and Peter should spend some time together, while Daddy and Papa are away on business.”

Your eyes opened at that, surprise evident on your face, “Without Papa and Daddy? But we’re too little-” A small moan escaped your lips as he paid special attention to your special area. You slowly closed your eyes again. 

“Your big brother will take care of you, whatever you need, princess,” Bucky spoke softly, his fingers working methodically against your clit.

All you could do was nod, agreeing with whatever Bucky had said. You were too focused on your incoming orgasm to disagree. When you finally did release, Bucky didn’t let you go, he kept going until you were trying to pull away from his body. He wrapped his other arm around your torso, pulling you back, as he made you ride out your orgasm.

“Good girl,” He groaned into your ear, “What do you say?”

“T-Thank you, Papa,” You panted and he began to kiss the skin on your shoulder. 

+

You were still deep into little space when you awoke the next morning. After a tearful goodbye to Steve and Bucky, you decided that you’d play dress up in order to cheer yourself up. Peter explained to you that he was going to be a “big boy” and make the two of you food for your tea party. A tea party that he invited himself to after complaining that his own stuffed bear was invited before him. 

You’d chosen a cowgirl hat to go with your flouncy pink dress and set the living room up to be your venue. The coffee table was fully decorated and pillows surrounded the table for all your guests to sit. 

“Petey!” You called to the kitchen just as he entered with a plate. You told him he had to dress up if he was to join you but he refused to put on one of your dresses. Instead, you had to settle for him wearing a red cape and a crown. 

He set it out in the middle of the table, proudly smiling as he exclaimed, “Ta-da!”

You took one look and pouted, “You burnt it,” There were about ten slices of burnt toast with butter, “And where are the finger sandwiches? Cinnamon scones?”

Peter gave you a confused look as he took a seat on the pillow beside you. He was already grabbing a piece of toast and stuffing his mouth, “The toast is pretty good,” Was the great response you received. You shook your head, deciding to just pour the tea for everyone. 

“Here’s tea for you Buttons, Sassy Cat, Miss Sprinkles, Sir Horse  …. and for you Mr. Parker,” You poured his tea carefully and you smiled, noting how impressed he seemed by the simple act. You set down the pot and grabbed your own cup, “And make sure you sip it like this, with your pinky out, because we’re sophisticated.”

“I thought you were a cowgirl,” Peter chuckled a bit as you watched him try to sip his tea carefully. 

“A cowgirl princess,” You corrected him with the utmost seriousness, “I’m still sophisticated.”

“My apologies, your majesty,” He bowed his head slightly and you felt your cheeks heat up.

Your day had started with burnt toast but you had a feeling Peter was going to make it a fun day. 

+

Hours later, the living room was now shifted into a small fortress made of blankets and chairs. Toy Story was playing on the TV while you and Peter paid attention to your separate coloring books. Your most relaxing pastime was having your paci, letting it soothe you, while you colored. You stayed inside the lines unlike Peter and he’d constantly tear out his pages before starting again. 

The two of you had changed out of your costumes from early, having done a million activities since tea this morning. You were down your panties, a rainbow t-shirt, and fuzzy pink socks. You were flipping the page in your book when you felt Peter’s foot graze the bottom of yours. You didn’t think much of it, even starting to find the feeling soothing after a while. 

When you turned your head towards him, you found him watching you, “I’m bored,” He spoke suddenly, “Let’s play a video game.”

You only shook your head, turning back to your drawing, and you heard him let out a frustrated huff of air. The stroking of your foot soon turned into a tapping. Despite your attempt to ignore him, he began to inch closer to you. When you turned your head again, his face was only inches from yours and you were looking into his brown eyes, “We can play pretend some more,” That made you perk up and, despite being in the middle of drawing a castle, you set down your crayon. 

You gave him a curious look which caused him to smile, “We could play Mommy and Daddy,” As your eyebrows raised in confusion, he continued, “Well I’d be the Daddy and you’d be the Mommy of course. Don’t you know how to play?”

You slowly shook your head and Peter leaned in. You were frozen for a moment as he kissed your pacifier. You felt your cheeks heat us as he gently removed it from your mouth then pressed his soft lips against yours. You’d never shared a kiss with him while the two of you were alone and, for a moment, it felt forbidden, “We have to ask permission…”

Peter could see your enjoyment as clear as day, “But we’re just pretending. Mommies and Daddies kiss all the time,” You nodded, understanding though you still felt a bit nervous. 

“I like your kisses, Petey,” You said and you watched his face turn red. He leaned in again and you were grateful for his touch, how he moved your lips against yours, and how his tongue began to explore your mouth. You turned on your side and you felt his hands roam over your backside. 

He dipped his fingers into your panties, causing you to cry out, “Shush, we have to be quiet. We can’t wake up the baby,” He whispered to you and you instantly nodded, enjoying the sensation, “You’re soaked, Y/N.”

You could feel his member growing hard against your thigh, still confined to his underwear. You reached out to touch it and you watched him shudder at your touch, “Geez…” He groaned, “Do you want to make another baby?” Something seemed to shift in his eyes and suddenly he was more eager than before. 

“Yes,” You nodded, playing along to whatever scenario he was making up along the way, “I love being a Mommy.”

Peter couldn’t wait much longer and you let him climb on top of you as you quickly pulled down your panties. He didn’t waste time with his own underwear, pulling out his hard cock, and pressing against your warm heat. You felt his tip rub against your clit and then up and down your folds. 

You held onto the sides of his torso, gripping his striped shirt tightly as he began to sink inside of you, “Y-You’re so tight, honey,” he began to rock back and forth, looking into your eyes as he hovered over you. He gripped the pillows beneath you tightly, the motion in his hips causing your body to convulse beneath him. 

“Peter, peter, peter,” You breathed, biting down on your lip. His head dipped down, kissing your lips again and, distracted, you didn’t notice that his hand moved between your thighs. He fucked you while his hand stroked your sensitive bulb, knowing that would send you over your edge. As you tightened around him, you brought him to his climax. 

As he collapsed against you, catching his breath, you welcomed his embrace. 

“You can’t tell Papa or Daddy,” He told you, hugging you tight.

You only held out your pinky and he wrapped his around yours. 

You wouldn’t tell but you imagined the grand punishment that would ultimately lead to you cumming until you passed out. 

+

“Petey … petey,” You tapped the sleeping boy’s nose until you finally startled him awake. He was quite cute when he slept, holding tight to his teddy bear while he was tucked into his baby blue sheets. Peter pouted as soon as he opened his eyes, seeing you hovering over his face, book in hand, “I can’t sleep.”

He attempted to close his eyes again, “Count your sheep, Y/N,” He mumbled as he turned his head away from you. 

You bounced on top of him, your legs straddling him, and he awoke again, “I counted all the sheep! Like five trillion-million of them,” As your voice raised, he pressed his pointer finger to his lips. He sat up on his elbows, giving you a frustrated look. 

“Shush, you don’t wanna get in trouble, do you?” You instantly shook your head, obeying his warning to calm down. Peter eyes the book in your hand, “Why can’t you read it to yourself?”

“I like the way you read,” You spoke earnestly, “And you can say all the big words.”

You knew that would work, stroking his ego. Peter loved it when everyone treated him like a big boy. He thought for only a moment, a small smile tugging at his lips and suddenly his tiredness was gone.

“C’mon, get under,” He motioned for you to move and, excitedly, you climbed under the covers with him. The twin-sized bed fit you two comfortably and you liked cuddling more than anything. As Peter pulled the covers over you, he whipped out the flashlight he kept underneath his pillow.

You rested your head against his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso, as you listened to him, “Don’ you worry, Harry. You’ll learn fast enough. Everyone starts at the beginning at Hogwarts, you’ll be just fine. Just be yerself. I know it’s hard. Yeh’ve been singled out, an’ that’s always hard. But yeh’ll have a great time at Hogwarts — I did — still do, ’smatter of fact.”

The accents he used always made you giggle. Peter was quite the story teller but that didn’t keep you from drifting off a few minutes later. Peter kept reading, entranced by the novel, but stopped when he heard your soft snores. He turned off the light and let the book fall against his stomach. 

“G’night, Y/N.”

[demonsandmischief]

Our Moment Finale

Marvel - A Captain America Fairytale AU

King! Steve Rogers x Female Reader

1.8K Words

Here's Pt 1 and Pt 2

-Part 3-

the conclusion

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You didn't waste anytime getting home, collapsing onto your bed with a sob that you muffled with your palm. It seemed nothing good could ever truly be yours.

You glanced around the small attic space with blurry tears. The house was supposed to be for you. Your father had left it in your name, yet your step-mother was able to work her way around that.

It was the only reason you stuck around, the only reason you put up with all of it. You were over it.

Peaches was the only thing that you felt a connection to. Your father adored her, and you were honored that you got to bond with her.

You made up your mind. It was time to move on. You dried that last of your tears and began packing a bag. You carefully folded your mother's dress and put it back in the box you got it from. One day when the memories weren't as painful, you would come back for it.

You wished things could be different with your life, but mostly with Steve. You should have known better than to get tied up with the king. It was too good to be true. You felt you had done everything you could to win over his trust, but obviously not enough.

You strapped your bag to your horse. The next town was about a days ride, and you could figure out where to go from there.

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Steve didn't hesitate to saddle his own horse as quickly as possible. He had to go after you - had to explain. He couldn't lose you. You were the only good thing to ever happen to him.

He stalled in his tracks. Explain what exactly? That his biggest fear was being used and never being loved? He shook his head.

"My king, where are you off to?" a guard asked confused.

"I have to leave."

"But the ball-"

"Tell the court I will explain when I get back."

"Wait, you can't leave without someone going with you."

Steve was already racing down the path, his heart racing along with it.

"There's no time for that," he called. He could take care of himself.

He thought of you as he followed the familiar trail. He thought of the first day you met, and all of the moments thereafter. You always made time for him, always listened to what he had to say. You were attentive and doting.

He had screwed up.

The trail became less familiar. He didn't know where he was going, or how he would find you. He swallowed down the panic. He couldn't lose you. It was a constant circling thought.

Eventually the trail ended and he slowed to a trot. He saw a house up ahead, and a royal carriage in front of it.

He slowed, finding Sam speaking to a guard.

"What are you doing here and how did you get here so fast?" Steve asked.

Sam took his horse's reins. "I know something has been up with you lately, but you can explain later. The lady you talked to at the ball is in the house."

Your step-mother. He had some words for her, but first he needed you.

"Thank you, Sam. I owe you," Steve said, heading for the door.

"Your highness, it's a pleasure to have you in our home-"

"Don't act like I don't know what is going on," he said, cutting her off. "I will deal with you later. Is she here? Where is her room?"

The lady paled even beneath the layers of powder on her cheek.

"S-She's not-" she swallowed at Steve's fierce look, before gathering her wits. "My king, she's not here. She's hardly ever here. I'll show you where she prefers to spend her time."

Steve followed her down a hallway to a door with a winding staircase. She guided him up and into the small room at the top. The ceilings were so low that he had to scrunch his shoulders.

He took in the space, feeling upset at your living conditions.

"Leave me," he demanded, unable to look away from the small bed in the corner, one that contained a single blanket and a pillow, folded neatly on the end.

The step-mother was right. It looked like someone hardly lived here, except there was a freshly cut flower on the windowsill, soaking in the low, dusty light. And the books you had borrowed from his own library sat tucked by the bed. Most importantly, the beautiful dress that he never got to say anything to you about was hanging from the sides of a box under the bed. You must have been in a haste to leave.

He frowned, bending down to pick up a folded piece of paper. Were those the things you did by yourself? What had you gone through?

Steve cursed. He wished he could have started the night over. He wished that he had gone through his original plan instead of being sucked into his own insecurities.

"Where would she have gone?" he asked impatiently to the lady who was lounging on her couch.

"If she isn't in the barn with that horse, I have no clue."

There was no sign of a horse or you. He closed his eyes, feeling the anxiety creeping in and swallowing him whole. It was dark and late, and you were somewhere all alone. It was all his fault.

"She might know someone in the next town over," Sam suggested. "We could head over tomorrow."

"That's a days journey. I'll start the route tonight."

"You're exhausted, Steve," he protested.

"Just in case," his words dropped to a hoarse whisper, his mind plunged into the darkest corners.

Sam nodded. "We will catch up with you tomorrow then. Be safe."

He nodded, already going down the dark path, his heart thudding loud in his ears.

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You were taking a break and letting Peaches rest. The fire you built was warm and soothing on your stiff limbs. Even after the incident in the woods a while back, it didn't scare you to be out alone. The stars and the moon made it seem as though you could feel your parents, and you enjoyed the sentiment, especially after the day you had.

You rested your head on your hand, your eyes fluttering closed. They were dry and sticky from the tears that had fallen.

You gave a shuddering hiccup, unable to give into the heartbreak anymore. You were cried out. Beyond upset - a numbness covered your whole body like a scab on a wound.

You jolted, hearing steps near you and you staggered quickly to your feet.

"Thank god you're alright," Steve said, rushing towards you. He pulled you tight into his embrace, and it took everything in you not to hug him back.

"What are you doing here, your highness?" you asked confused, trying to pull away. He didn't let go, only eased back so his hand remained on your shoulders.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I believed her over you. I'm sorry that it took me so long to come after you. I'm sorry for everything," he said the words so sincerely that tears filled your eyes for the millionth time tonight. He caressed you cheek, using the pad of his thumb to dry a fallen drop. "And it's just Steve to you."

"But you still did it," you whispered, voice thick with tears. "You don't trust me."

"I do trust you," he said earnestly. "and I care about you. It has been a long time since I shared those emotions with anyone."

"It doesn't matter," you successfully pull away. His hands drop dejectedly to his side. "You're a king, and I'm me. It would have never worked out."

It was quiet a moment. "Why didn't you tell me what you were going through at home?"

You sat down and Steve followed. "I didn't want you to think I was using you. I guess we both have our own insecurities."

He looked into the dimming flames of the fire. "Insecurities or not, I shouldn't have accused. I'm sorry I hurt you."

He waited, but you said nothing. "We're both exhausted and need sleep. Why don't we head back?" He stood, holding out his hand to you.

You shook your head, "I'm not going back."

He paused, fully expecting that response, but it still took him aback. He definitely wasn't going to leave you alone in the middle of nowhere though.

"Okay," he nodded, heading to his horse.

You frowned.

He turned with a blanket, draping it over you, before tending to the fire. Finally, he sat next to you with a sigh. His body was pressed against yours and you couldn't help but sag in relief at the support.

"You can't stay. You have to get back," you protested.

"Shh," he eased, kissing your forehead ever so softly. "Sleep a bit and then we will talk."

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Gentle light breaking through the trees awoke you from your slumber. You shivered from the damp cold, curling closer to the source of warmth beneath you. Your eyes fluttered and you realized you were practically laying on top of Steve.

You called his name, shaking him gently.

"We fell asleep," you told him with a yawn, falling back onto his chest. It was the best sleep you ever had.

He hummed, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"I'm sorry. You must be freezing," he said coming to, easing the both of you up. Your cheeks heated and you moved to get off of his lap.

He adjusted the blanket so it was pulled tight over your shoulders.

"Come back with me, please," he whispered, turning your chin to look at him. "You can stay with me. I just want to be with you."

"You want me to stay with you?" you asked.

"We could get married in the summer," he grinned, the first genuine smile you had seen in a while.

"Married?" you asked, biting back a smile.

He nodded eagerly. "I'm falling in love with you."

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Epilogue:

"Come on," Steve encouraged, pulling you eagerly down the hall to your favorite room in the palace.

Things were working out good, really good, between the two of you.

"What are we doing?"

"Close your eyes," he smiled, taking his large warm hands and covering them for you.

He pulled them off with an exaggerated ta-da, revealing a new shelf next to his in the library.

"Now you have your own spot for all of your favorites."

"Thank you," you smiled, leaning up to kiss him. "I love it. I love you."

And they lived happily ever after.

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A New Family

Requested: “Can i request an Aro Volturi fuc where Bella's younger sister goes to italy with her and he is fascinated with the younger sister that he flirts with her but she acts shy?” -By Anon

Warning: Fluff

(Hi! I hope you like this. I know it took me a little bit but I finally got done. I hope you like it!) (Edit: The bolded and italicized words are translation to the Italian.)

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When you had been told by Alice that Bella was going to Italy. The first thing that popped into your mind, was Edward. Only he would go all the way over there for a dumb reason. Especially to get himself killed. So, when Bella came to you before going to the airport, asking you to go as well. You were very hesitant. She knew you were the shy type. And traveling was not one of your favorite things to do. You only said yes, because the sheer worry that you could see in her eyes made you give in. You were only younger then her by a year, but that didn't change the fact that she was your sister and you were always there for her. You always stuck with her, even when you found out her boyfriend was a damn vampire. It shocked you and yet, you bonded quickly with some of them.

The plane ride to Italy was relatively smooth. Despite the sound of crying children and that one kid that likes to kick the back of your seat. It was nice. When you landed Alice was off to find a rental car. When she came back and picked you both up you were all off. It felt like it didn't take any time to get to your destination. When you came across all the roads being blocked due to the festivity of a celebration. You all jumped out. Bella was the only thing you were focused on and all the people you were practically pushing out of your way were the least of your worries. You saw her run toward a fountain. And quite literally jump inside. You looked past her and saw Edward, about to reveal himself to humans. You had known them long enough to know that you knew that showing themselves was against the rules in the vampire world. Your eyes widened when you saw Bella almost tackle him to the ground. When you and Alice both saw this you all moved inside.

Not long after, this girl that looked no older than eighteen, came in. She told you and the others to follow her. Edward looked back at you and the the look in his eyes made you nervous. He looked like a child that had just got caught doing something they shouldn't. As you all follow, you couldn't shake this feeling. The dreadful feeling that something bad was about to happen. It didn't help knowing that two other vampires were right behind you. Just then you all come up to these two large doors. Jane just simply opens them and steps inside. When you all got inside and the doors closed behind you the first thing you laid your eyes on were the three men sitting in the three large chairs in the middle of the room. Jane did mention how they were expecting us. Then one stepped forward. He looked to be the leader amongst the three men. He was very intimidating. You kept your eyes on him almost the entire time. Time past relatively fast. Before you could make out what they were talking about he looked at you. His red eyes pierced yours and almost immediately you felt like you should cave in on yourself. You wanted to disappear from his gaze. But God, you'd be lying if you didn't think he was attractive. He made your stomach flip. You wanted to talk to him, to say anything to him, but you didn't. He tilted his head at you and walked over slowly. He gets close and you feel a cold wave hit you. A chill went up your spine and you averted your gaze. "Look at me, mortale." (Mortal) He says watching as you slowly look up to him. When you do he flashes you a smile. For some reason this makes you weak at the knees. But you stand tall. He tilts his head at you and holds out his hand. He nods his head at you and you look over at Alice. She nods her head as well and you slowly and hesitantly put your hand in his. He seems to look into nothingness as he closes both hands over your small one. He looks as if he's looking for something. He then stops and looks at you, smiling. "The younger sister of Bella. Much more smart and less stubbornness. But yet, you fear me. What is your name?" You swallow down your nervousness and lift your head up. "Y/n." He mouths and 'Ahh' and looks to Alice. "I thank you for bringing yet another snack. We'll enjoy them." Alice says nothing and Aro finally moves back to his chair. When he does that's when things go wrong. Someone grabbed Alice as well as you and held you in place while another vampire fought Edward. You see Bella freaking out. Then suddenly she stops them "Kill me! Kill me. Not him." She says shaking her head frantically. Aro walks over looking at her curiously. "How extraordinary. You'd give up your life, for someone like us, a vampire. A soulless monster." You knew where this was going. Bella loves Edward so much that even you knew this would happen. You watched and tried to get out of the man's hold. Knowing full well, you wouldn't be able to watch this man kill your sister. He goes forward quickly. About to bite her until Alice interrupts. You sigh out in relief. "Wait. Bella will be one of us. I've seen it. I'll change her myself." She's then let go and as she walks forward she takes her glove off. Giving aro her hand. He takes it and looks into her thoughts. As he's looking he seems to see something that astonished him. He lets go of her hand and looks to you for a moment. He looks back "I see. Very well. Go now to make preparations. And if the other things you showed me is true." He then smiles and claps his hands in excitement "L'amore è davvero una cosa meravigliosa, non è vero?" (Love is really a wonderful thing, isn't it?) He then looks to you and walks closer. When he's only a foot away he reaches a hand out and cups your cheek with his cold hand. "Spero che diventi realtà, mia cara." (I hope it becomes reality, my dear.) You looked into his eyes and saw something. He looked like he was in love. The thought of this man in front you falling for you. Made your heart beat ten times faster. He looked into your eyes with pure adoration. He leaned closer and right before he could do what you hoped he would Bella interrupted "We can leave now?" He didn't pull away when she said this but merely smiled. He leaned closer to the right side of you head and whisper so only you could hear "Torna presto da me, amore mio." (Come back to me soon, my love.) You didn't understand his words, but somehow they made you shiver. And as he was pulling away he left a kiss on your cheek. Making you blush madly. He smiled when he saw this and began to walk back to his chair. Both Alice, Edward, and Bella looked at you signaling that it was time to go. You looked at him as you were beginning to walk away and saw him smiling at you. You turned around and walked out with your hand touching your cheek. You could still feel the kiss on your cheek when you were in the car ride to the airport.

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