#he WILL call dark out on being the spoiled one if pushed too far do not test him he will throw paws with dai or dark

[purplecoffee13]

“Say you’re sorry.”*

Hey guys! I’ve been writing different parts of different series (new and current ones) but I’m still in the middle of all of them, so I wanted to upload this blurb in the meantime. I usually don’t add pictures to blurbs but this one was too perfect not to add, like… look at him. Anyways, hope you like it!!! xxx

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Warnings: SMUT, degradation, lowkey exhibitionism, daddy kink, spanking (only once but still)

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"What the fuck do you think you're doing, huh? Disobeying me, hanging up on me, driving me fucking crazy? Thought I'd taught you well... why are you being such a brat tonight?"

"Just wanted to have fun with my friends..." you protest, letting Harry drag you to his car. Your stomach bubbles in excitement, curious to see what he is going to do to you.

Tonight you had had a girls night with your two best friends, to celebrate the fact that you were all engaged or married. You had been friends since college and couldn't believe you had all come so far. However, a few hours and a bottle of wine later, you all realized: you hadn't gone out in a damn hot minute.

Naturally, the idea of going clubbing came to mind. You texted Harry, telling him you were spontaneously going clubbing, but wouldn't be home later than two (you two were flying to your mom the next day, so you didn’t want to be extremely unrested). He texted you back to go to Mercy—the club which he owned—because he had arranged VIP and a limitless tab for you there, and also reminded you to text him if you'd be home later than three so he wouldn't worry.

You agreed, and so you and your friends went to the club. However, time flew by and before you knew it was 3:30am and you were still dancing the night away. It wasn't long after that Harry showed up.

Your friends had agreed when he said he was going to take you home and let her rest a bit before getting on the flight tomorrow, and asked if they wanted to make use of the Uber he reserved for them. Since they both lived on the other side of town, he figured that would be most efficient.

It didn't take long before your friends were safely in the car paid for by Harry. Then, it was only the two of you, and your fiancé wasn't wasting any time.

"You told me you'd be home two hours ago. We have to be somewhere tomorrow." He tells you once he has escorted you back to the dark parking lot where his BMW stood between a bunch of other cars. He pulls you in between his car and another, and pushes you against the vehicle. His free hand slips under your dress and past your panties. You sigh when his fingers come in contact with your clit and start to rub.

"I lost track of time!" You whine, shutting your eyes at the pleasure of Harry's touch. A shriek leaves your mouth when Harry slaps your clit.

"I called you five fucking times, and you ignored me. You're a spoiled fucking brat." He growls in your ear, stimulating your clit further. You bite your lip, looking around to check if there is no one here. Your eyes land on a bouncer, standing in front of the back exit Harry just carried you out of. You gasp, worried that he sees you and maybe thinks the wrong thing. Harry is quick to catch on to your worries.

"Don't worry baby, he works for me, he won't think anything of it. I own that club, remember?" He says confidently, and you let out a moan. The tone of his voice has you hot and bothered for him. Your boyfriend can be so cocky, and it's so fucking hot.

"Shit… Oh my god!” you whine as your eyes roll into the back of your head. His assertiveness and stern tone had done something to you, and being a bit tipsy always made it easier for you to come, but this was extremely fast.

“You gonna come for me already? How pathetic…” Harry teases you, only increasing the speed of his fingers and positively letting you descend into heaven or wherever it is that these euphoric orgasms always seem to send you.

"Say you're sorry, baby. Say you're sorry and I'll let you come." He orders. You bite your lip, jaw slacked as you try to contain the amount of noises that threaten to leave your mouth.

"Sorry— oh f–fuck!" You squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling of his fingers rubbing harsher, interrupting your apology. "I'm sorry, daddy."

There was a part of Harry that wanted to snatch his fingers away from you and make you cry for an orgasm until your eyes were all puffy and red, and then fuck you for the rest of the night. But he knew that the flight of tomorrow was going to kill you if you didn't have at least a bit of sleep, so he cut you some slack this time.

"Alright, come on baby, come all over my fingers." His rough voice orders, and he has to slap his hand over your mouth to muffle the squeal that escapes you as your orgasm takes over your body.

There isn't much time to come down from anything, as Harry is quick to take away his hand and open the car door. You watch as he steps inside and backs up his seat, giving you enough space for what you know he wants to do. As expected, he pulls you into the car, and you climb on top of him as he closes the car door. With the car seat leaned further down, he lays down and silently observes you. The cocky raise of a brow that says 'go on' makes your cunt ache for him again, and you are quick to follow his silent orders.

You unbutton his pants and whip out his cock, mesmerized by it as always. Harry smirks at you, still delighted by how starry eyed you get over him. You line yourself up with your fiancé's cock and push him into you. A sigh of relief leaves Harry's mouth and it makes you even wetter than you thought you could be.

Nothing but heavy pants and the squelching sounds of you bouncing up and down in Harry's cock fill the car.

"Oh, daddy! You feel so good!" You whimper, attempting to increase your speed. Harry moans out at the impact with which you are impaling yourself on his dick, and his hands travel to your tits.

"Look at you, crying for my cock, like the little slut you are." He notes tauntingly. "Don't know how to apologize in any other way than bouncing yourself dumb on my cock, do you?"

"N– ah! Fuck!" You try to respond to him, but Harry thrusts up into you, and the feeling of him so deep inside of you renders you unable to speak. Tears flow down your cheeks at the intensity of his thrusts and you aren't sure how long you'll be able to hold yourself up.

"Aw, is it too much for you baby?" He asks, following his words with an extra hard thrust. You hold on to the seat beside you in order not to fall forward, moaning uncontrollably at Harry's devilishly dirty antics.

"S– so much daddy..." you manage to croak out, and a mean laugh escapes Harry's throat. Your shut eyes open for a second, knowing you will want to see the beast you've unleashed with disobeying Harry tonight.

"Well that's too bad baby, because I don't give a fuck. I'm gonna fuck you until I've had enough, and you're going to shut up and take it, understood?" He orders, and when you don't immediately respond with words, he slaps your ass.

"Fuck! Yes, yes, daddy! Anything, please, I'm sorry. I'll be so good for you..." you start blabbering, and the sound of Harry's low chuckle vibrates all the way to your core.

"Yes you will. Now, bounce on my cock sweetheart, I never told you to stop…”

[rumisgf]

KIRSHIMA BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

summary: kiri boyfriend hcs because he needs more love. also this has been in my drafts for too long but i finished it y’all, round of applause!

includes: fluff, female pronouns, black!reader cs duh, crack

✧ and the best boyfriend award goes to

✧ before y’all even started dating he was always so sweet to you, opening doors for you whether it was at the food place or a car

✧ he has absolutely no shame making sure whenever he’s around, you never have to lift a finger

✧ he helps you up the stairs, buys you food whenever you’re hungry, even ties your shoes for you

✧ i mean he’s your boyfriend, it’s manly!!

✧ speaking of, one of the most attractive things about him is how good he is with kids

✧ if you have nieces/nephews or baby sibling/cousins they definitely adore him and it’s so sweet

✧ and when you get far enough into your relationship, he’s eager to express that he does wanna have kids one day

✧ if you let him pull out his list of baby names he will be so happy

✧ i think eijirou is one of the men very comfortable in his masculinity compared to all the other men he’s around

✧ not to say they aren’t, but he definitely has no issue doing things deemed as “feminine” in the slightest

✧ besides, manliness to him is about not always having to prove you’re manly. you’re simply just manly.

✧ kiri will let you do his makeup all the time and he’ll post pictures on his story after

✧ and he’ll love if you do things deemed as “masculine” with no shame

✧ no matter how it sounds out loud, he’ll be like “my gf is so manly i love her”

✧ yes, you wanted to pop him the first time you heard him saying but it’s truly just how he talks he can’t help it😭😭

✧ (one time he called mina manly as a compliment and she smacked him dead in his face, though, so he doesn’t say it often)

“wow babe, you’re so manly!”

“thank you eij— wait.”

✧ even though he’s willing to do it in a heartbeat for you, kirishima has a hard time letting you buy him things

✧ it’s one traditional standard he can’t seem to shake and even then he just feels bad for some reason

✧ but weirdly, he still likes when you ask even if he’s just gonna say no😭

✧ it makes him feel bubbly that you still wanna spoil him too and maybe he’ll let you a few times

✧ one thing kirishima loves is helping you do your hair

✧ he already dyes his hair himself so i feel like he’ll be very knowledgeable about hair care

✧ and he’d do his own research for you

✧ mans learned how to part hair, he oils your scalp for you, even washes your hair for you, and he learned how to braid

✧ in return he loves when you help him dye his hair whenever his roots grow in too dark

✧ this man can barely go to sleep without cuddling you it’s starting to concern his friends a lil

✧ it’s the one thing he looks forward to at night and he always hold you so tight

✧ which is completely fine because i feel like he’d also have warm skin

✧ he’s definitely the type of boyfriend to refer to you as his lady

✧ he definitely has clips floating the internet of him calling you that during interviews at hero galas

“oh, tonight i’m here with my lady!

“i’m sure she’s somewhere, she’s still a little camera shy.”

✧ if you’re the quiet type, he absolutely has no problem speaking up for you or just talking when you’re too nervous

✧ kirishima loves picking you up, you could be with friends and he’ll randomly just hoist you up into his arms

✧ when he works out, he begs you to do things like spot him or sit on his back while he does push ups

✧ or lay under him while he does them so he can give you kisses

✧ although one habit he does have is hugging up all on you while he’s still sweaty after he comes back from the gym

✧ i think he’d love a partner who does sports, so if the school has any college teams he’ll try to convince you to join even if you never did sports in high school

✧ he also thinks it would be fun for you and he always wants you to have fun

✧ in general, he loves being able to make you smile

✧ if you’re ever having a bad day, he’s the best at giving advice or just comforting you

✧ and not to mention, gives top tier hugs

✧ when you start crying about anything he literally drops everything and runs to you

✧ to the point where even your friends will text him whenever you do and he’ll be there in an instant

✧ eijirou absolutely loves giving you flowers

✧ he’ll seriously find any excuse to show up wherever you are with a bouquet in hand ready to give to you

✧ valentine’s days? flowers

✧ birthday? flowers.

✧ passed an exam? flowers.

✧ having a bad day? flowers.

✧ having a good day? flowers.

✧ just because he felt like it? flowers

“awww this is so sweet baby, but what’s the occasion?”

“don’t worry about it sweetheart, just pose with ‘em so i can take pictures of your pretty self.”

✧ in conclusion, he’s the man of your dreams

@ rumisgf

[musedriven]

no! no, no, no, no, no! he isn't kidding! and especially not that! not after that horrible park, or that horrific experience when Krad threw him off the boat that one time, or that time when he was nearly drowned in that school pool, or that time when Risa held him way too tight when he had tried eating, or even the time when he had to fish daisuke out of the water. he was not having it. not anymore! he was done with this slander and abuse. he tugged on a strand of Dark's hair with a paw firmly. not enough to genuinely hurt but enough to get his point across. he knows learning how to swim would probably be good, but he didn't want to. not right now, anyway. and not unless he got quite the yummy new set of treats to compensate all the extra work. the little rabbit knows it's in jest, but he still can't help but to react anyway.

' no ? ' he grins and snickers , all playful malice at the other's adamant , rabbit-like refusals , ' aww , shucks . you're just kidding , aren't you ? you don't really mean any of that . i can tell you're dying to learn ! how many centuries has it been since i taught you anything myself , anyhow ? it's only thanks to daisuke that you've been learning so much recently . ' to think just a while ago wiz could barely form a proper word . now the talented little familiar was speaking , reading , and doing all sorts of impressive things for someone of their smaller craft and stature ! ' wouldn't hurt to learn how to properly swim , you know . ' ah , but cruel master he is , he's only kidding , prodding at the other's potential ire all for himself .

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Mr Steal Your Girl Man (j.ww) (Teaser)

Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader ft. Jungkook as best friend

"After sharing some of the best moments in life with your best friend, you'd think your husband might feel a little jealous. Apparently, when Jungkook is involved, all rationality flies out the window. Turns out, you are the third wheel in this relationship with your husband."

genre: fluff, humor, angst ; rating : 16+ word count: <1k (teaser) warnings: wonwoo is the angry one in this teaser, even though the author is confused as to why. release date: coming soon credits: indi @wongyuseokie for this beautiful banner.. look how pretty! probably the first time my name is in a banner and i am still very shy about it lol author's note: this is set in the same universe as 'Taming The Tempest', but it can be read independently. please send an ask to be added to the tag list(better see an age in the bio)!

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“You know, I have had it with you and your attitude.” Wonwoo’s voice has that icy touch, which you know is teetering on the edge, dangerously close before he bursts into flames, so you must tread carefully. In such circumstances, making your boyfriend lose it was the last thing you wanted. You hope your silence carries over how sorry you are. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” He was beyond livid, the stillness in your words causing him agitation. It was never that serious or deep. Why your boyfriend was being this dramatic over a silly scene is beyond your understanding. “SILLY?” he roars, and oh no, you must have said that part aloud and pushed Wonwoo over the edge because you can hear his voice thundering the last consonant, making every hair in you prickle up. You hadn’t meant to say that. Not out into the open anyway.

“No, no, don’t try to wedge your way out of this; I need you to say whatever is in your mind right now. I can’t be reading your thoughts; I don’t want to play mind games, Y/N.” He rounds the corner of the bed, a strong hand over your hip before you act on your impulses and scoot away from where this hellbound conversation is taking you. He could read as much anyway, if the leg he puts over your thigh was any warning.

You could feel the pressure of his weight being wearied on you; it’s not every day Wonwoo does this to you. Unlike all the other men in your life, Wonwoo has always been oh so soft and delicate in how he handles you, even going as far as opening doors or taping the edges of the kitchen island to ease the bruises the sharp edge levies on your hips. So tonight, when he places that extra limb over your lap, locking you in before you run away, you gulp in several bucketfuls of air.

“Y/N? Are you going to say something?”

. 

You could take the easy way out of course. One apology in and your boyfriend will melt. He was always proud of you when you apologized, knowing fully well how much vulnerability it took for you to finally admit to your mistakes. Someone (Mingyu) would call it over the top. The way Wonwoo resorted to spoiling you when you issued an apology with your woebegone eyes, how he would buy you your favorite treats and kiss you silly. 

But right now, you feel no more repentance. Rage was brimming. Why the fuck was your boyfriend defending your best friend again?

“He deserved it” was all you could push out, still in fear of Wonwoo’s oncoming wrath but too stubborn to care or act upon it. 

Suffocating silence. The one that will get you squirmy and drive your instinct of flight, had it not been for his leg over yours, like a brand searing the wound. The wound that was your pride had caused.

And then, you heard it.

A low, dangerous murmur from him. “He deserved it…” He repeated your words as if testing them on his lips, scoffing at your tone to come up with squeaky lies to try to save yourself from this situation. His eyes, clouded with fury and blazing with dark hues at your audacity, locked onto yours, unblinking. “Say it again,” he growled, each word deliberate and heavy with venom. “Tell me why you think that.”

You were not stupid. Maybe a series of bad decisions and untimely judgments have landed you in hot waters, your rationality flying out the window when anger encompasses you. But you would be an absolute moron if you dared to reply to his rhetorical questions. Rhetorical according to you since answers to that will land you in deep waters.

“I’m waiting,” he said, his voice low but edged with frustration. “But I’m not going to keep asking. You know I don’t play your games, Y/N.”

Of Course, you knew that. You’d rather he didn’t

You felt the edge of his anger in how his body shifted, closing the space between you and making it impossible to escape. And then, before you could think, he moved—a hairbreadth away from your lips, his orbs blinking at you incessantly, silently urging you to give in and confess.

You sometimes wondered- did Wonwoo know just how much power he had over you? How no man can make you feel the way you do right now? The remorse and shame at past actions and the will to constantly please him? 

The heat of his breath was on your neck as his grip slowly tightened in a loose hold, fingers threading into your hair softly caressing it with an underlying threat. It wasn’t harsh, but it was commanding. Intimate in how it forced you to look at him and acknowledge the fire he was holding back.

This was Wonwoo threading onto waters you had never set sail before, his raw anger not hidden, his cheeks burning, his eyes forever in a state of confusion.  What had sparked such a massive fight that left Jungkook in tears and you seething?

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[slutforalastor]

"Ah, he's got this problem." Your friend Mimzy waved her hand. "You know how animal demons get. I'd take care of him myself but I wouldn't want to spoil our working relationship. We go way back, you know."

Slowly, you nodded. "You'd consider it a personal favour?" That was how things worked in Hell. A consideration for a consideration. And dealing with the Radio Demon in rut was hardly a small favour, even if it did play well to your preferences.

"To me, yeah." Mimzy smiled broadly. "Just take him to a private room in the back and see that he's calmed down before it's time for the show. If he's cranky he's gonna start eating people, ugh." She fluttered her hand again. "Don't worry, though, he's an absolute sweetheart."

Seeing the Radio Demon turn sideways to get through the door, eyes glowing red and his huge rack of antlers festooned with cables, you were starting to doubt Mimzy's definition of sweetheart.

THIS POST CONTAINS MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS. 18+

Content: Rutting, antlerplay, role reversal, give and take, banter, mutual masturbation, light femdom, biting, marking, a lot of flowery language for smut

You'd heard the stories and rumors, saw the occasional report on VNN, but you'd yet to encounter the Radio Demon for yourself. Even pushed to the edge where something resembling humanity plunges into dark depths of depravity, he's maintaining a grip on decorum, his wavering smile barely forming the syllables when he introduces himself as Alastor, his voice impossibly mimicking the sound of a mono recording from a bygone time. Mimzy is going to owe you big-time.

"I'm doing well, sir. I have to say, you look like you've had an awful day."

"It is... most inconvenient," he stammers, shaking his head like a beached animal trying to throw off water. Just as Mimzy had requested, you'd waited for him in the private room, and you're still laying in the bed, your body draped across the two rows of firm pillows, down to your lingerie for his ease. With wobbling steps, he begins to close the distance, loosening his bowtie.

"I really must insist that this matter... stay between us." The restraint he's displaying seems as though it's taking every bit of faculties he can spare; his breathing, his sight, his ability to stand, all seem to be sustained with the minimum amount of effort possible. Even glazed in electric red, you can tell his eyes are focused intently on you.

"Who would believe me, anyhow?"

"... Too true, no one would dream of calling me a liar," he agrees, pulling his waistcoat off and leaving it in a heap on the bureau. His undershirt is the same deep red, intersecting black stripes making a cross across the center of his chest. He rolls his sleeves up, then sets his cane on top of his waistcoat. "Any... sensitivities I should know about?"

"I like being kissed on the neck," you venture, playing it safe for opening bids.

He laughs wickedly, the glow casting light further than it could reach before, his antlers growing another section in size, branching out that much closer to the ceiling. "Oh, Mimzy didn't tell me you'd be so pure. Surely you have something more entertaining than that?"

"You think I do this sort of thing often enough to have an itemized list?"

He tuts at your attempt at banter, removing his shoes and leaving them in the gap under the bed. "I don't have time for experimentation, my dear. I'm asking if you think you can handle what I have to give."

"I've handled everything so far," you smirk.

"Let's see how you handle the best, then," he mutters. With a wave of his hand, a black tentacle rises to wrap around your midsection, pinning you in place. He's climbing onto the bed, teeth bared like an animal seconds from pouncing. There's hunger in his eyes, desperation in his motion, a frantic bent to the way he's starting to falter, his kayfabe crumbling with every push of his knees. He's got your legs open, mounting you, and you can feel something alive and thrashing, barely contained by the slacks tenting away from his midsection. His eyes are narrowed in ravenous anticipation, his hips pressing him into you, etching his longing lengthwise against the fabric of your underwear. You feel your upper teeth against your lip, knowing that despite all your talk, you can't hide how appreciative you are of his straightforward approach.

With a hoarse exhale, he fumbles with his belt, the restraining tentacle slipping southward to yank your panties down. Your eyes catch a glimpse of how prepared you are for what's coming next, the evidence staining a dark spot in the light fabric. The Radio Demon hikes his slacks down to the midsection of his thighs, the tip of his firmness kissing against your entrance, his erratic movements keeping him from slipping in. You take it in your hands, which makes him rear up in ecstasy, a hissing growl punctuating the reaction, and align it directly where it needs to go. With a thrust motivated by nothing more than primal need, he forces himself deep into you, grunting in satisfaction at your breathy gasps when it settles into your apex. He gives you little time to adjust, burying himself into you with harsh, crushing strokes, the red in his eyes leaving a tracer every time you shut your eyes against the force of it. His hands are against your forearms, pinning the both of them on either side, and when your head goes back, he finds the crook of your neck with his teeth, his tongue, his lips, seasoning you with scratches, leaving welts from kisses and bites. They sting like fire, they excite like aphrodisiac.

"Is that what you mean, my dear? Is that what you're looking for?"

You whimper something that sounds close enough to assent for him to grow bolder, making a map of your body, marking a trail, carving canyons, raising landmarks that stand red and pulsing against the canvas of your skin. All this in the throes of his rutting deep into you. It drives you mad, your legs wrapping around his waist, bidding him to see just how much of his mind he can lose.

"God, your fucking taste. It'd be such a shame to just devour you, though. So many uses for the whole." Or maybe you're using the homophone of that word to make him seem kinder.

A flailing hand finds your throat, freeing your arms by necessity. You catch onto the rack of black antlers nearly driving themselves into the headboard, using them for leverage to arch your back. You can't tell if you've irritated or excited him with your little move, but the result is the same; he's pressing you with enough force that you can feel the force of it in your midsection. You're seeing red, the sound of him making a mess of you ringing in your ears, two organs vying for sensations yet to be experienced, every other part of you a mere pretense, a chorus playing ensemble to the true performance. And he's reaching the climax of it, his bucking hips shaking your entire frame. You can feel every shift of his disposition in the bone of his antlers, and you hold on for dear life as his urge rushes into your lower half, filling you with thick heat. You're moaning unconsciously, letting him keep you impaled for as long as it pulses with diminishing vigor, feeling every twitch in his shaft as it empties itself. Finally spent, he releases you, the tentacle unwinding from around your waist. Your fingers, knuckles sore from strain, release his antlers, and you extricate yourselves from one another. You can feel his seed weep from between your legs, your breathing rapid, your skin slick with sweat. He collapses onto his back, his legs still entangled with yours, the fabric of his slacks a strange texture on your drenched skin. Straining, you lift your head up, seeing that despite his exhaustion, his cock hasn't calmed one bit.

"Still... not satisfied?"

"This damnable rut..."

You pull yourself up, your lower half numb and leaving a trail of translucence as you crawl to the space between his legs. You wrap a hand around him, and he breathes a hissing inhale that tapers into a low, long groan.

"I didn't ask you..."

"You look like you're in misery, you really don't want the help?"

"I am in no position to keep going..."

"So let me handle it."

You can see the conflict playing out in his expression, but his hips gently bucking against your hand tell a different tale. "Not a soul can know about this."

You nod your assent, giving the part that needs it more of your attention. It's as lively as when he was frotting it against you, throbbing with want, coated with spend. It makes a marvelous lubricant, the wet sound of skin against slick skin nearly obscuring his quiet moans.

"I couldn't help but notice that you have sensitivities of your own, sir."

"Surely you can't mean..."

Your free hand dances like a bird across the branches in his horns, his vocalizations and submissive thrusts suggesting that you have stricken quite the nerve. He's already oozing pre into your palm, a searching hand walking a blind path between your legs, caressing you in kind. You've got a wild idea, just crazy enough to sound worth doing. There's a real chance you'll never cross each other's path again, might as well indulge. You spot a path that ends in a blunt point in his rack, and take it into your mouth, flitting your tongue against the rough material, firm and tasteless, but eliciting such a response from him that you'd not dare release it. His fingers are stroking you with all the effort they can muster, his thrusts weak but sincere.

"Cannot believe... you're getting away with this," he whines, his voice so submissive compared to the one you first heard that it threatens to send you over the edge. Why not press your luck? You straddle his waist, inching him into you margin by maddening margin. He's got no more clever quips for you, his curled claws clutching fistfuls of ruined bedsheets. The view from on high is a pleasant one. A few more motions, and you feel that sensation alighting in him once again; you're ready to join him. His whimpers go up an octave, the crackling filter in his voice thickening, distorting. For the second time, he climaxes inside of you, your own orgasm arriving in tandem. The both of you cry out, his subdued and sweet, yours unrestrained and carnal. You fold into him, his initial reaction wanting to pull away, but he grants you this favor, letting you find the crook in his neck in parallel. He speaks unfiltered, more as Alastor than as the Radio Demon.

"You know, it can be so hard to find willing assistants for these difficult times. Perhaps I could call on you again, my dear."

Maybe it should be you that owes Mimzy.

[illyrian-dreamer]

what do you think about brattamer boys?👀 like reader is having a massive attitude and is being spoiled and the boys aren’t having any of it😋

Now that you bring it up……..

Ok here’s my contribution to Kinktober 🙈👀

Bat boys x Fem!reader head canon

I have IN DEPTH thoughts a feelings about what the different bay boys would consider brating and how they would respond to it.

18+ under the cuff, please and thank you 🦇💌

Rhysand

So, being a spoiled brat would be almost impossible with Rhys, because he loves to spoil you and would never say no to anything materialistic

He would just call you his princess with a kiss to your forehead and splash that cash.

BUT - there the best way to brat with Rhys is by making him jealous 😏😏😏

This man has a sincere fear of things being taken from him, and he’s not afraid to claim what is his.

So maybe you leave your hand on another males arm too long

Or you make sure Rhys sees you flashing that smile he thought was only reserved for him at someone else

Rhys would slide up next to you, casually sipping his drink as he scans the crowd, feigning nonchalance

“You don’t think I know what you’re doing, darling?”

“What’s that?” You blink back innocently

Rhys grins, shaking his head slightly, violent winking out of his eyes, instead filled with darkness. “Careful. You’re only making it worse for yourself,” He murmurs before drawing a long sip and walking away.

You decide to push your limits a few more times that night.

When the party winds down, Rhys is no where to be seen. So you make your way back to your room.

You don’t make it far, before your pulled flush against him, one arm firmly wrapped around your waist, the other squeezing at your jaw, turning your yelp into a whimper

“I told you you’d pay for your behaviour, pet.” He all but snarls into your ear.

He releases you, pushing you forward, herding you to your room

Rhys isn’t much of a spanker, but he adores squeezing and toying with your flesh so you wake up with an array of bruises and markings that are only his

He makes you suck him off for almost half an hour, pulling his cock out every time he was close to the edge, forbidding you to touch yourself the entire time desire your pleas and wetness pooling from you

And when he does fuck you, he does it against the window, claiming this is what you wanted since you had flirted with the half of Velaris that night anyway

He is soo attentive with aftercare, checking in on you, cleaning you, rubbing ointments to your bruising skin

He pulls you into his chest, cooing at the whimpers you make when he tries to tuck you in

“M’sorry sweetheart, but you were so naughty for daddy today, and we had to set that straight, didn’t we?”

You could barely nod in agreement, lost in that after-sex haze as you drifted off against his chest

Cassian

As the War General, and most skilled warrior in all of Prythian, Cassian has had his fair share of being the disciplinary figure throughout his life

Which is exactly why you choose to brat on the mountains of Velaris, during an excruciating hike

“I said keep moving, initiate,” Cassian’s eyes were fixed to you, his facing growing sterner by the second

You stayed seated on the ground, crossing your arms triumphantly. “No.”

Cassian rolled his eyes then - you had been playing this game for almost five minutes now

Fine,” He gritted, a hint of excitement laced in his voice

Cassian pried you from the floor and threw you over his shoulder before you could scramble away

“ Let me down!”

But he kept on walking, moving you both to a more private section of the landing you were on

“Oh no sweetheart, you wanted to stay, so we’re going to make the most it.”

He hauled you off him, bending you over a boulder and kicking your legs apart.

“Wider,” He growled in your ear as he leaned over you, coiling his hand in your hair like a bandage

It took all you had not to whimper in anticipation as he jerked your pants down and ran his hardened meat against your slit

It was certainly not the first time you had provoked him in this way, and you knew exactly what you were doing when you had started bratting

What you didn’t expect was for Cassian to take you in broad daylight, while the rest of the group hiked ahead

“So. Fucking. Stubborn.” He ground out between thrusts.

“Is. This. What. You. Wanted. Huh?” For. me .to .fuck .you?”

“Poor baby, doesn’t even know how to ask for what she wants. That’s aright honey, I’ve got everything you need right here, and I’ll give it to you, one way or another.”

It’s those very words that are your undoing -well, at least for your first orgasm

Azriel

Oh no

Oh no no no no no no no

You are in big fucking trouble

Because taming your brat isn’t just a kink for Azriel, it’s a fucking art form

As a spy, Azriel knows how to evoke certain behaviours, how to break and fold and bend his victims to get the information that he needs

Soo he delights in the process of getting you to break and fold and bend (for entirely different reasons)

Certain toys evoke a certain kind of moan from you, certain phrases make you whimper or look up at him with those big doe eyes, others make you close them so tight like you couldn’t bare how it makes you feel

All of this was a game to him - and he took his sweet time doing it

That’s why you know, when you started bratting from the morning, refusing to drink water, giving him cheek when he suggested you eat something beyond drinking coffee, and purposefully broke so many of his rules throughout the day, you were working up to a verrrrrry long night

And let’s be real, Azriel is a service dom. He only ever wants you to be well taken care off.

So that’s why when you refuse his care, he has to do his very best to set you straight

“And what else did you do today, baby girl? Did you drink any water?”

You would have answered, if it wasn’t for your own panties stuffed in your mouth, your hands bound behind your back as you lay ass-up, Azriel’s hand stroking your bum lightly, soothing the spank he just emitted

“Answer me, sweetheart.”

You shook your head, tears streaming down your face. This part hurt so good.

“Hmmmm,” Azriel growled, before landing another spank.

He cooes immediately, soothing it again. “You know I love you, right baby girl? So that’s why when you refuse to let daddy take care of you, I have to teach you a lesson.”

Azriel fucks you like a rag doll as he uses you for hours, telling you this is the “only way you’ll learn”

Did I mention edging?? Yeah you’re not cumming for at least the first few hours

But when he does start controlling your orgasms, he doesn’t stop.

He ignores your pleas to stop spanking and stop making you cum, but you really are just his toy for the rest of the night (and morning), as he proves to you exactly who’s in charge with a dominant tenderness only reserved for you

He rocks you after, saying how much he loves you and he’s sorry it had to be this way, and if you were a good girl the next day, he’d give you a treat

He’s incredibly observant the next day, watching you become soo agreeable and following everything he said.

You did it because you couldn’t bare another night like the last, and Azriel hid his smugness from you. Brat. Tamed.

[andkisses]

♡ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ : txt ! he's sick ♡ masterlist ♡  

being sick is never, ever fun. but with you at his side, taking care of him? it definitely makes everything more lovely

ot5!txt x gn!reader (a little something for each member); the rest under the read more | 1.3k total

warnings: general being sick stuff, nothing severe; mention of taking medicine; pet names | genre: fluff, you taking care of him, him being Whipped

♡ sᴏᴏʙɪɴ : “i’m glad that you’re here”

he’s cold, but he knows it’s just his fever. he knows you know too—you always seem to know everything when he’s sick. you know what medicine to bring him, what food to make. he could have sworn the last time you came to check on him, you had a halo (he knows it was you standing in front of the light. you are still an angel, though). when he wakes up from a nap, he sees you reading in a chair beside his bed. you really are an angel. he isn’t sure he said that aloud, but he makes sure you do hear him when he says, “i’m glad that you’re here.” you look up from your book, delicate smile on your face, and soobin thinks he’s found a new way to fall in love with you again. you mark your page then step over to him, feeling his forehead before leaning down and planting a gentle kiss. you push at him, silently telling him to move over. soobin doesn’t want you to get sick, but he selfishly misses your touch, misses being able to hold you and kiss you on your temples and your cheeks, and so he scoots over without a fight. you slip in beside him, head resting on his chest, and soobin could have sworn he’s already getting better. “of course,” you say, rubbing soothing circles on his chest with your hand. “i wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

♡ ʏᴇᴏɴᴊᴜɴ : “you’re not doing this alone”

with his head pounding, and feeling like any kind of light is trying to kill him, yeonjun hears the distant chime of his doorbell. well, it’s not that distant. he’s in the living room and the door is just right there but to be honest everything feels so far away he’s so sick. he’s too tired to get up and reach it, and almost too tired to care when he hears a key slot into the lock and the door creak open. yeonjun drags himself up into a sitting position, peering through the dark. he’s not sure if he’s seeing it right—you, with a grocery bag of things in your hand, shaking off your shoes and walking toward him. “hi baby,” you call out, reaching him. you laugh, and it sounds like bells. “you seem confused,” you say, laughing. you ruffle his hair, and yeonjun finally feels okay again. “i am,” he croaks. “why are you here?” he watches you walk to the kitchen and unload your bag—medicine, his favorite food. “because,” you say, walking back over to sit beside him, wrapping him in a hug. he feels selfish, wanting you as close as possible even though he’s sick. he melts into your touch, sinks into your frame. you place a kiss on his temple, and he shivers just a little. he can feel you smile against his skin, and he feels at peace. “you’re not doing this alone.”

♡ ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ : “can i get you anything?”

you run your hand over his forehead, threading your fingers through his hair, and it feels like he can finally breathe again. “can i get you anything?” you ask, sitting on the edge of his bed beside him, and beomgyu decides he doesn’t deserve you. not like this, with you giving up your day off so you could take care of him? shouldn’t he be the one spoiling you? letting you spend all day in bed while he does everything for you? make you your favorite food, set up your favorite drama to watch, draw the most perfect bath? he’d find a way to lasso the moon if it meant making you feel better. instead you’re doing everything for him, and he’s so sick and so in love he can’t stop you. when you do anything for him, even just brushing hair from his eyes, his heart grows and beats so hard in his chest he’s sure you can hear it. “gyu?” you prompt, and with sudden clarity, beomgyu knows exactly what he wants. “a kiss?” he says softly. “i know you might not want to, but—” when you place your lips on his, he relaxes, reaching up to hold onto your hoodie. “kiss you?” you echo, going back in to kiss his cheek. “i always want to kiss my boy.”

♡ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ : “let’s be pathetic together”

whenever cold season comes around, taehyun is always arm’s length away with vitamins in his hands and his beautiful smile. yes, he loves you very much. he’d try to find a way to bottle up every drop of ocean water if you asked him. he’s convinced his friends are sick of hearing him talk about you and how amazing you are and your accomplishments. he keeps his distance when you get sick because he can’t take care of you if you’re both down and out now can he? accept… it didn’t work this time. when he manages to peel his eyes open from an exhaustion-induced nap, he finds you in his lap, curled up under a blanket, small frown on your face. he’s slumped into the corner of the couch. the tv loops back to some hallmark rerun he’s convinced he’s seen—but it might just be all these movies are the same. when he looks back at you, he sees you’re awake, eyes tired, nose red from constant tissue use. “how did this happen?” he whispers, voice hoarse. you look up at him, and yes—he’s sure of it now. even as sick as he is, he’d still do anything for you. “the movie? it’s because one of them thinks small towns are not for them, but—” taehyun laughs, and you start laughing too, sitting up to slump right back into his shoulder. “no, this.” “being sick?” you ask, and he nods. “it’s your turn,” you say, wrapping your arms around him to prevent escape—as if he’d ever leave. “let’s be pathetic together.” taehyun moves to put his arms around you, pulling you closer. he feels you both relax. the tv movie keeps playing. he places a kiss to the crown of your head. “let’s.”

♡ ᴋᴀɪ : “you said you needed a distraction”

“surprise,” you call out, elongating the sounds, and kai isn’t sure when he woke up or when you got here. his nose is so stuffy he’s convinced he’ll never smell fresh air or your perfume again. you’ve left the lights off, which he’s grateful for, because wow is this headache something else. he squints, searching for you in the dim midafternoon light that’s sneaking around the curtains. there—just by his door with— “is that my switch?” he asks. you nod, rushing over and shooing him with your hands to scoot over. he complies, still tired, but this means he can steal some of your warmth now. you sit propped up, and kai rests his head on your side, arm thrown over the top of your legs like a seatbelt. he watches as you boot up his switch, paging over until you get to animal crossing. “really?” he whispers, too tired to speak much louder. “i haven’t played in years.” “i know,” you chime, freeing one hand to run your fingers through his hair. kai is sure now that your touch is now his favorite thing—he can keep experiencing it even when his nose remains forever stuffy because this cold is neverending. “i know,” you repeat, and kai watches in confusion as his old island does not show up, but timmy and tommy at the counter talking about island packages. “i took the liberty of restarting your game. now we can do it together.” you smile down at him, and kai relaxes further into your side. “you said you needed a distraction, so here we are,” you say. “what do you think?” kai sighs, looking up at you like you hang the stars in the sky. “it’s perfect.” you laugh, ruffling his hair again. “i think you mean i’m perfect.”

[writingsinashes]

Dark circles lined Tristan’s eyes as he knocked on his brother’s front door. The first thing he heard was a child, one of the little girls, laughing. She must have ran by the door and- yup. He was right. 

Two green eyes peered out from behind the shutters that encased the front door. Winking at her he grinned when she shouted to the household, “UNCA TRIS IS HERE! DADDY DADDY, LET HIM IN!” 

Remy pulled his daughter back to look for himself before unlocking all four locks on the front door. It wasn’t that he was that cautious, it was just that Tristan forced himself to be that cautious. “Hey bruv!” Remy said, raising his hand to give him a slight hug as he pulled him inside the house. “What’s up, mate?” Tristan replied, the grin infectious to his brother and the girls, who at this point were bouncing up and down, tugging on his pant legs. 

“Unca Tris, Unca Tris!” He couldn’t help but close his eyes. After that vision... he needed his family. He needed to hear their voices, see their faces, feel their hugs, exist in their existence. 

“C’mere, you two.” He replied, reaching down and picking up Ariana, hoisting her up against his hip, pressing a kiss against her forehead. 

“Not fair! Daddy, make Unca Tris pick me up too!” Esmerelda whined, being the more spoiled of the two. “I would, darling, but you two are growing up too fast. Getting heavy.” Tristan teased as Esme put her hands on her hips and pouted. 

With a roll of his eyes, he leaned down and kissed her forehead before turning around. “Jump up, I’ll give you a piggy-back ride.” He compromised, huffing when she did so. 

“Rem, what are you feeding them? They’ve gotten so much bigger!” He exclaimed, smirking at Aria’s hit against his chest. “Are you calling us fat?” She whined as he placed her on the couch before setting Esme down as well, tickling both of them simply to hear their peals of laughter. 

“Tris, it’s’ been about a month since you’ve seen ‘em. ‘Course they’ve gotten bigger.” Remy chuckled, handing his brother a beer, the condensation on the bottle dripping down the brown bottle and just like that, he froze. 

“Don’t you dare, Esmerelda!” Tristan scolded, chuckling as he reached for the beer his twin brother set out for them.

He turned to say something to Remy only to gasp and push himself as far away as possible from what he saw.

“Tristan?” Remy questioned, setting the beer down. “What’s wrong, brother? Why do I think that this isn’t just a visit?” With a raised eyebrow, Remy settled in on a stare, one that he knew would crack his brother. 

“Girls, why don’t you go grab some of your toys, I’m sure your uncle Tristan wouldn’t mind having a tea party with you two.” Remy told them, with authority in his voice and of course, with the promise of a tea party, they ran to their room and the house was filled with sounds of toys being gathered until Tristan spoke. 

And spoke and spoke and spoke. And he wasn’t ashamed to say that he even let a few tears drop. What he was surprised by was his brother’s reaction. The man reached over to grasp Tristan in a tight hug, 

“Brother, we’re not going anywhere. You’re not going anywhere. We both know that you love what you do, bleedin’ hell. We followed you across the globe because we both knew that family is more than family; blood is more than blood. It’s a bond we can’t even break, and lord knows we’ve tried hard enough.” He said knowingly, and with that, Tristan closed his eyes and smiled softly. 

“Unca Tris? Can we play now?” Esme asked as Aria set up their princess tea party before handing Tristan a plastic crown. “That’s for you.”

Blinking a few times, he turned to glare at Remy who chuckled and shrugged. 

He put it on with a sigh and sat down, resigned to his fate.

[zesty-alt]

That said as much as I love me a sly himbo playing up a bit, the thought of a guy legitimately not realizing he's knocked up despite all the signs... ballooning out more and more, his belly littered with stretch marks, his baby - babies? - clearly active, tumbling around in his womb and making his belly noticeably warp and shift...

They're especially active when I'm fucking him - I couldn't take just watching him anymore, and he eagerly agreed. He always seems too cock drunk to notice how wild the occupants of his womb are being, but I certainly do, and take pleasure in feeling them tumble around his guts as he moans out "Faster! Deeper!"

I feel bad not telling him, but his obliviousness is too fun; I drop hints here and there, and enough people ask him "When's the baby due?" that he should suspect something, but he always shyly laughs it off. I ask him what he'd think about having kids and he replies that he'd love to be a dad with the right guy some day; I figure the least I could do is stick around and see what happens.

There's no way of knowing how far along he is or how many kids he should be expecting without spoiling the surprise; he's looked ready to pop for weeks, but still he keeps growing. He complained about soreness in his chest - his nipples have gotten dark and puffy, and I wasn't surprised when I manage to coax some milk out of him. He made no particular remark on it - just sighed in relief, and so milking those pecs of his became part of the daily routine.

Every day I fuck him, I wonder if this is going to be it - he has to be getting close to the end now. Even with all his athleticism, he's started slowing down; breathing heavy, waddling more than walking now, hands always on his back or lifting his belly as the strain of that weight really starts to take his toll. If he has any clue about his condition, he doesn't mention it. Belly hanging low, wincing now and again as it tenses and shoots a sharp pain through him - those have to be contractions, don't they? - he seems as oblivious as ever, simply patting and rubbing his stomach and going about his daily life, as best as he can.

...Even when finally, finally his water breaks while he's speared on my cock, it doesn't seem to dawn on him what's happening. "What was all that liquid?" he asks innocently before a sharp pain shoots through him. I quickly lay him down as he pants and grunts in pain - "Ugh, I think something wrong with my stomach!"

I'm fully prepared of course, and tell him I'll call an ambulance - and I will, in a bit. His labor does seem to be progressing a little faster than I expected - those babies really want out! I wait a little longer though as he labors, kissing him and rubbing his belly and assuring him that it would be all right, all while carefully checking the signs of progression.

"Dude, I feel like something's...ugh!" and finally I call for that ambulance, then position myself between his legs.

"Alright, I think you need to push!" I say. "PUSH!?? What the hell do you - " and then he's cut off by another contraction. Surprisingly, he doesn't argue any further - just obeys his body and me as I coach him, moaning and groaning until I see a head coming out. He screams and swears as he's stretched open, then finally there seems to be a bit of a relief as I catch the baby.

He looks at me, shellshocked, and I pretend to look just as dumbfounded.

"Congratulations? It's a girl!"

He starts to speak but it turns into a wail as another contraction goes through him.

"Wow! Looks like you have another one on the way!"

Goofy well-natured jock himbo in obscenely tight workout gear with a shirt stretched to capacity over a huge round belly riding up so much you can see his popped belly button going "yeah, my belly has really been blowing up lately, idk what that's about-oof, and I've been getting these weird cramps too!" as you see the imprint of a tiny foot poking against the stretched skin of his stomach save me...

[bellsbear]

she’s an angel

eddie munson x female sinclair reader

synopsis: you’re a cheerleader and he’s the school freak who’s had a crush on you forever. little does he know, you got a thing for him too.

contents: fluff, some angst, eddie being a corny mess, cussing, mutual pining word count: 1.2k

a/n: THIS IS GONNA BE A SERIES. idk what I'm doing and this might suck but I gotta write some eddie ff 😤 additionally i am a black woman, so i wrote this for myself and everyone else who wants the representation! THE TEXT MAY BE GLITCHED. if that’s the case im so sorry, i don’t know how to fix it😭

also let’s pretend that none of the vecna stuff is happening cause this is totally not following the canon story. sorry, not sorry 😮‍💨

chapter song (updated because this fits better in my opinion):

series masterlist

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It was the night of the championship game and Eddie's final campaign. Normally you would have gone straight home with Chrissy to hang out, but Lucas had found you during the game to spoil your plans.

“So, kind of a long story, but basically Erica’s here playing D&D in my place, and you gotta take her home.”

“And why exactly is this on me? That sounds like a Lucas problem.”

“Well now it’s a Y/n problem cause she biked here, it’s pitch black out and you know mom and dad will-“

“Completely freak if I don’t bring her back. Yeah yeah, I got it.”

You turn to Chrissy and apologize saying you’ll give her a call when you're home.

She smiles at you, “Y/n it’s okay. Sisterly duties call, plus this gives me an excuse to go to the after-party we were so desperately looking forward to avoiding. Jason’s going to be thrilled.” You both laugh and go back to watching the game while you're not cheering.

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You knock again, louder this time, hoping they might actually hear it but you end up waiting a full minute before deciding to just go in. You begin to turn the handle but find the door is jammed. Placing all your weight against it, you keep pushing until-

“What the hell is going on! Oh-” You were now on the floor looking up to see the one and only Eddie Munson looking down at you with his big brown eyes.

“What the hell is going on! Oh-” You were now on the floor looking up to see the one and only Eddie Munson looking down at you with his big brown eyes.

“Oh shit, Y/n. Are you okay?” He asks, concern laced in his voice.

Eddie had always been sweet to you.

He sat behind you in Ms. O'Donall's class and never failed to make you laugh with his random outbursts. Whenever you took tests you’d always move your paper to the far right of your desk knowing he was peeking behind you.

However, it wasn’t enough to help him get a passing grade, but you always tried helping him out because you knew he was smart, he just didn’t care to study. It had caused you to develop a bit of a crush on him if you were being honest.

You look at him in the eyes and just burst out in laughter, Eddie had never heard you laugh before, well, really laugh. You’d always giggle at his jokes or laugh with your friends, but it was never like this. You were clutching your stomach and holding back tears, he thought you looked so beautiful. So real.

“I’m so sorry, I must’ve scared the shit outta you. with all that banging.” Eddie reaches his hand out for you, which you gladly take and stand up. “So why have you graced me with your presence m’lady?”

You blush, “Oh I’m just looking for Erica, I gotta take her home since it so dark out. Um, where is she by the way?”

“Ah the littlest Sinclair, I just met her today. She's very... pleasant." You look at him with wide eyes, "Are you sure we're talking about the same Erica?" He laughs at your comment.

"She just walked out with the others, I’m sure they haven’t gone too far. I could maybe… um.” Eddie stops talking when he realized you were still holding onto his hand, tightly, your thumb grazing his rings.

Eddie has had a crush on you since middle school. You caught his eye during the talent show when you sang 'I Will Survive'. You were nervous at first but ended up having so much fun on that stage and your voice was angelic, he fell in love instantly. And now you were standing in front of him and holding his hand.

You wave your free hand in front of his face, “Earth to Eddie, are you alright?” He snaps out of his trance and looks up at you.

“Oh yeah, um I was just going to say I could help you out, i- if you wanted me to of course!” He was bright pink, and you were still holding his hand.

“That’d be nice. Could probably use some help finding that little brat anyway.” You laugh before letting go of his hand and picking up your bag which had fallen down with you earlier.

As you release your hold on him, he quickly turns around to gather his stuff, face red as a tomato.

“By the way, I heard you earlier. Nice vocals, you should be in a band or something.” You joked, but soon saw Eddie’s face as he looked at you with a sad look.

“You don’t remember. Shit you don’t remember.”

“What are you talking about Munson?”

Eddie looks you dead in the face then suddenly jumps up onto the table and starts shredding an air guitar along to the music. After his performance, he jumps down and looks at you with hope in his eyes. “Nothin’? You’re killing me here Sinclair!” He holds his hands out and dramatically brings them to his chest as if he were holding a knife.

“Eddie what the hell are you- OH MY GOD WAIT. In middle school, you were totally in a band!” He claps his hands together triumphantly.

“I’m actually still in a band, but I’ll take it. Yeah, we’re uh-“ You quickly cut him off, “Corroded Coffin. How could I forget, your hair was all buzzed, I used to think it was so cute.”

Eddie was breathless. You thought he was cute. Not only that but you had remembered the stupid haircut he sported in his younger years. “Yeah well, your sister thinks I’m a ‘long-haired freak’ so maybe I should’ve kept it short.” You laugh, the real laugh that he was falling in love with.

“Well if it makes you feel better, I’m glad you grew it out. It’s very…” You stop and think about the best word to use, “metal. That and those tattoos you got."

Eddie’s heart stopped. There’s no way that you were right here in front of him complimenting his appearance that most of your friends had made fun of throughout the years. Oh so beautiful you, standing there and getting closer to him… getting very close to him. So close he thinks he might pass out right now. “Truthfully, I think you’re very handsome Eddie, no matter what stupid haircut you might have.”

Before he can respond, you plant a kiss on his pink cheek then run to the door, “I’ll see you outside Eds.”

Eddie gripped the table behind him to balance himself, trying wrap his head around what just happened. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by none other than Dustin.

“Eddie, what's the hold-up? You’ve been in here for a while are you okay?”

“I must’ve died and gone to heaven because an angel just kissed me”

“What the hell are you talking abou-“ Dustin stopped before smiling at Eddie putting 2 and 2 together after seeing you smiling like a lunatic in the hallway, “OH MY GOD YOU AND Y/N KISSED?! I gotta tell Lucas, he's gonna lose his shit.”

Before Dustin could run from the room, Eddie grabbed his collar to hold him back.

“Not a word to anyone Henderson. Not a fucking word.” Dustin nodded aggressively so he'd let him go.

“Now," Eddie puts on his jacket and composes himself, "let’s go outside, she’s waiting for me.”

a/n: that’s all 🧍🏽‍♀️ i hope this wasn’t terrible, i really tried my best! hoping to write a few more parts soon but i got work and stuff lol ☺️

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[ part seven of a new series called: ‘clips with context’ - feel free to request your own! ]

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BACKSEAT BUSINESS

jungkook picked you from the crowd with one thing in mind. and he can’t wait to get started, no matter who’s around. // explicit. requested. 1.8k words

warnings: cursing, dirty talk, fingering, slight exhibitionism, taehyung knows exactly what he’s doing, mentions of oral (m. receiving), a smidge of angst at the end... jungkook is spoiled and entitled.

+ this is the first thing i’ve written in like a month, so if it’s trash go easy on me... i need to get used to writing again lmao

“kook's always gotta find a girl,” yoongi says with a roll of his eyes, words falling on deaf ears as the other six guys chat loudly about who's going in what car. plucked from the crowd toward the end of the show, you had no idea that the singer had spotted you. just assumed the extra time he was spending near your section was pure coincidence. imagine your shock when security was escorting you backstage.

he barely spoke when you were presented to him, just gave you a once over before waving off the man that had brought you. he's dropping his arm around your shoulders and leading you to the couch in the middle of the room. you're tucked into his side the entire time they stand around talking. he's not listening and you're too starstruck to chime in. although, you wouldn't have much to say on the topic.

they were deciding car sharing arrangements from the sound of it. the seven gorgeous men you had watched dance and sing their hearts out on stage, stood right in front of you, paying you no mind.

jungkook sits lazily spread out on the couch as if they're not discussing him not even ten feet away. the tips of his fingers have started drawing light patterns against your naked shoulder, causing goosebumps to lift. his words come as a whisper against your ear: “you look so good in your little dress...” middle finger tracing the hem of it for emphasis. “i can't wait to take you home with me,”

 he notices the flush that rises on your cheeks at the end of his words., a smirk playing on his lips as he leans down. his lips are soft, warm against the clammy skin of your neck. at first, he lands light kisses on your skin – testing the waters... then all of a sudden his tongue is pushing out, rolling over a very specific spot before he's sucking that bit of skin past his teeth. you're letting out a gasp in surprise, hand shooting down to clutch his thigh as your eyes widen.

the sound pulls taehyung's attention. it's the first time he's looked at you and yes, he's just as intimidating up close. not a hint of what he's thinking is behind his stare and it has a thump of anxiety growing in your chest. you're just about to start full-on squirming when the corners of his lips lift into a small smile. “i'll ride with them, then. i don't mind.” he says with a shrug and as if that had been the dilemma all along, they're packing up to leave.

all jungkook had done, up til now, was kiss your neck a bit... honestly, you've done a lot more than simple necking – but by the time you're settling the backseat of the tinted window car, you're basically panting. he makes a show of waving off his fans, shouting promises of returning for another show.

as a fan, you're giddy to know that sometime soon they'd be coming back to perform again. as the girl seated beside him, waiting to be felt up – you were quickly growing annoyed... and impatient with his drawn out goodbye. he must sense that the moment he's rolling his window back up because he doesn't waste any time with crowding you.

one large hand laid flat on the center of your stomach while the other pushes your hair on the way, making room for the wet kisses he drags across your skin. it's hard to keep quiet with the way his skilled mouth works. love bites placed so deliberately there's no way you're able to fight the soft hums that fall from your lips. even with the full knowledge that kim taehyung is sat right next to you. like right next to you, his thigh pressed against yours as he manspreads... you could smell his cologne for crying out loud!

taehyung's sole focus is his phone, paying no mind to the way his bandmate pulls your legs apart or the way he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. as if it's far from the first time something like this has happened. and that's when it's clicking in your mind. this isn't the first time this has happened. it's routine, he didn't spot you in the crowd and have this unbearable need to be close to you.

he wasn't going to fall in love with you either. he simply wanted you and he was jeon jungkook, he got what he wanted. and as odd as it was, something about that turned you on even more. he wanted you. out of the ninety thousand people he could've chosen from, he chose you. for the night of course, but you were willing to take what you could get.

you're so lost in the fantasies and scenarios you're whipping up in your head, you don't even register the way he's pulled your legs apart. not until you're feeling the nudge of his fingers against your heat through the fabric of your panties. “make those pretty sounds for me,”

he's pushing your panties to the side, just enough for his fingers to reach through and brush against your exposed slit. the moan you let out isn't even all that loud, yet it catches the attention of the man seated beside you. tae tries to be subtle with the way he watches, holding his phone up as if that's where his focus is. it's obvious that's not the case and something about him watching you has a rush of excitement pooling between your legs.

jungkook chuckles fingers making their way to your now dripping hole. he doesn't say much else, eyes on you as he slowly pushes a finger through. and then another. he's moving at an agonizingly slow pace, enjoying the way you squirm beneath him desperate for more. “you're squeezing me so tight... can't wait to fuck you open.” lips pressed to your ear as he speaks, pulling a desperate whine from your lips.

“jungkook, please...” legs spreading wider for him as your hips grind down into his palm. he's grinning, eyes flickering to the man next to you before he's picking up the pace of his fingers. fucking into you at such a rapid pace, you're not even able to contain the squeal that falls from your lips.

his thumb lifts to meet your clit, circling roughly against it with each thrust of his fingers. he can tell you're close to falling apart, from the way you grip his shirt and the untimed twitch of your hips. “think you can handle one more, baby?” mouth lazily tugging on your earlobe as he speaks.

and you're nodding frantically, spreading your legs wider for him paying no mind to the way your knee knocks against taehyung's thigh. “such a good girl. can't wait to feel you cum all over my dick. you want that too, huh?” three fingers pushed into the knuckle while his thumb slowly rolls your clit underneath it.

he's making you feel so good, you'd agree to anything at this point. which is why you're agreeing to his words instantly, begging him not to wait that long, to make you cum now. and he takes you up on that, pulling his fingers back before quickly pushing forward. the snap of his wrist has enough force behind it to make your hips hit against the seats.

urging you to cum with each push of his fingers, reaching deep enough to just barely brush up against that rough patch of skin inside of you. he doesn't let up on the circle on your clit, adding more pleasure and it's only a few moments until you feel yourself unraveling completely.

your orgasm washes over you entirely, head lulling back while you let out a gasped scream. legs shaking and fingers wrinkling the fabric of his shirt. chanting jumbled syllables that are meant to be his name, judging from the laugh he lets out you're not even slightly close to making sense.

jungkook only pulls his fingers down once you've calmed down completely, lifting the wet digits to show off how your juices glisten in the dim light. and then he's pushing them into his mouth, sucking your taste from them while humming softly. you're watching him, not being able to pull your attention from the way his tongue moves.

you barely register the way he leans down to press his lips to yours, not until the taste of you fills your own mouth. but, just as you're about to kiss him back, he's pulling away. dark eyes drinking you in before he's leaning back against the seats, hands moving toward the buttons of his jeans.

“get down and suck me off,” you're shooting him with a wide gaze, eyes shifting over to where taehyung sits, fake watching the same tiktok on his phone for the tenth time. jungkook follows your gaze, laughs softly before he's dropping his stare back onto you, forehead resting on your temple. “he's not even looking,”

the boner straining against his jeans says otherwise. sensing your hesitance, jungkook tries a different approach, lower lip pushing out to form a pout. the same pout you have saved on your phone over a thousand times. “but, i worked so hard today... don't i deserve a reward?” he's looking up at you through his lashes. “i'll fuck you so perfect when we get to the hotel,” heat pools between your legs at his words.

you make a mental note to end the weeks-long debate with your friends on who's the most spoiled out of the group. it's jungkook, hands down. the youngest in the biggest group in the world, of course, it was him. he expected the entire world to get down on their knees with a simple pout of his lips... which is exactly why you're lowering yourself onto the surprisingly soft car carpet.

--

he does, in fact, as he put it 'fuck you so perfect when you get to the hotel'. from the moment you're closing the door to well after two in the morning, he's inside you. tossing you around, holding you down... fucking you open until your body shakes with overstimulation. and then some more after that. 

he calls you baby, but you're sure it doesn't mean anything. just that he never bothered to get your name. even in the early hours of the morning when you're being woken up by his security guard, ready to escort you out. he tosses his phone in your direction, half awake and telling you to put your number in. you know he won't call as you type out the digits, but you're still giddy that he asked.

eyes still closed as you leave, not even bothering to muster a proper goodbye. and while for you, this night will be a story you tell the grandkids... you know it'll end up being just another blur in his wild rockstar life.

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[forever-rogue]

His + Hers

Summary | You didn’t want a bodyguard and certainly didn’t need one. Bucky didn’t want the job. But as soon as the two of you meet, all bets are off.

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 4.2k

Warnings | language (including light degradation, possessive!Bucky, smut (oral - f receiving, piv) - minors dni or you will be blocked

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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“I don’t need anyone to watch over me,” rolled eyes and loudly snapped gum. Crossed legs and an anxiously jiggling foot. The aging clock ticked loudly as your gaze burned into the giant dual monitors that shielded the man on the other side. He had just oh so casually dropped some horrible news to you. 

What was his name? Jeff? Jeffrey? Jefferson? It didn’t matter. Funny. For a man that you’d seen more often than your father in recent years, you’d think you might have remembered his name. Despite all that you still hadn’t seen him more than four, save five, times.

“Those are your father’s wishes.”

“Then why isn’t he here telling me this?”

“He’s a very busy man.”

“A man too busy to see own daughter, his own child, always work, work, working,” you spat, “what he could be doing that’s so important that he couldn’t even spare me fifteen minutes of his time?”

“He’s-”

“It was a rhetorical question,” you stood up and grabbed your bag, “sometimes it still shocks me that a man that claims he loves me so much he barely speaks to me, sees me. I don’t want this bodyguard - if you send them to me I will simply send them away. Don’t waste my time or theirs.”

“Your father is going to send someone regardless of your wishes, you must know this by now.”

“Tell him if he’s so insistent upon me being chaperoned like a puppy that he can come and talk to me himself,” you threw your shoulders back as you tried to chase away emotions or feelings. This was not the time or place for them, “see you in another six months for so.”

“Miss -”

You slammed the door shut before he could say anything else. 

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“This is fuckin’ ridiculous,” Bucky’s groan was heavy - irritated - as he trudged up the stairs to the ninth freaking floor. Of course you couldn’t live somewhere near the bottom. Of course the elevator was broken, “I’m gonna murder you, Wilson.”

Inhaling and exhaling slowly, he calmed himself with every single step. Left foot, right foot, and repeat. Before he knew it, he arrived on your floor, less angry but still annoyed. 

Bucky looked around for your apartment number, finding it quickly but wishing he hadn't. It was supposed to be a simple job - hang around you for a little while until things calmed down around your father. There was never any huge threat to you, but you were to be kept safe anyway. Typical rich people, he practically rolled his eyes. Complete idiot, he sighed at himself. He could have walked away from the gig easily, but things had been quiet after everything in New York and he needed something fresh. Naturally he’d say yes to this when Sam mentioned the job to him. 

Once he found your apartment he slowly trudged through the hall, his mind all but made up about you already. You were going to be nothing more than a spoiled little brat. He looked at the golden number above your door and sighed heavily before knocking loudly. 

For a few moments, nothing but silence met his ears before he finally heard what he was sure was annoyed grumbling inside accompanied by soft footsteps. The door was whipped open and Bucky came face to face with you. 

Your brows knitted together as you studied him before crossing your arms over your chest, “can I help you?”

“James Barnes,” his name practically came out as a sigh. You raised your eyebrows at him but remained silent.

“And?” you asked as you moved to close the door, “I’m in the middle of my fifth zoom meeting of the day and annoyed and hungry. Thanks for wasting my time. Have a fantastic day.”

Before you could slam the door in his face, Bucky stuck his foot in the doorway and prevented you from closing it. A huff escaped your lips as you glared at him through the crack, “your father sent me. I’m supposed to look after you.”

“Ahh yes,” you rolled your eyes and frowned, “the baby-sitter my father hired. I told him and his assistant that I don’t want - or need - anything to watch me. I’m fine. So if you don’t mind you can leave. I’m busy and don’t have time to deal with you.”

“You don’t pay me sweetheart,” he scoffed lightly as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. You wanted a challenge? He’d give you one, “and as long as that’s the case, I stay.”

“I’ll double whatever he paid you.”

“Oh honey, I doubt you could ever afford that.”

“What can I do to get you to leave?”

“Nothing.”

“It really doesn’t seem like you want to be here either so why don’t we both do ourselves a favor and cut the shit?”

“Not until your father tells me it’s okay to leave,” he smirked, “I don’t take orders from little girls, sweetheart. Nor do you pay my bills.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re a bitch,” your mouth opened into a little pout as you attempted to shut the door on his foot, “you can shut the door, it won’t hurt me. I’ll just tear it down if I have to.”

“Are you serious?!”

“Want to find out?” he asked as you threw your head back and sighed at the ceiling. Yes and no. You wanted to push his buttons and see how far you could press. But you also didn’t have the energy to deal with it. Instead you slowly, ever so reluctantly opened the door, refusing to move but motioning for him to come in. He practically sauntered in with a victorious little smirk on his lips, “good girl.”

You were to let him have it when he turned around to face you and finally got the chance to study him. And your jaw almost hit the floor. Fuck. 

He was handsome - dark hair and the bluest eyes you’d ever seen with a five o’clock shadow. He was dressed in very well fitting jeans, along with a henley and leather jacket. So casual but he managed to make it look so good. For a moment you thought he looked familiar but you couldn’t quite place. Maybe you’d seen him around somewhere. 

Well, this presented a whole new predicament. This would have been so much easier if he hadn’t been one of the most gorgeous men you’d laid eyes on.

“Like what you see?” 

“I’m not into old men,” you cocked your head to the side and watched him with a smirk. Bucky almost tripped up and let an emotion slip but instead he remained pointedly neutral as he looked you up and down. 

It would have been easier to dislike and hate you entirely if you weren’t so damn cute. You were dressed in a comfy, oversized sweater and joggers and big fuzzy socks - casual and cute but effortlessly so. It was a challenge not to stare. 

“Whatever you say,” he held up his hands in mock defeat as you became momentarily placated, “what’s the plan for today?”

“I have a job and things to do,” you huffed as you pushed past him, “so just do something or whatever and stay out of my way. If you insist on being here.”

“I do.”

“This is going to be fucking hell, isn’t it?”

“It can be whatever you want, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart!”

“Sure thing, doll.”

"I hate you already.”

“The feelings’ mutual, honey.”

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Hating Bucky was a full time job. Bucky having to chaperone you through all of your shenanigans was a full time job. Both of you were incredibly stubborn and damn near made the job impossible. 

You'd be lying if it said he wasn't attractive and that you hadn't thought about him. Especially late at night. Alone in bed. But you'd rather die than admit that to him. 

Bucky had a feeling he'd break you down eventually; not that he expected anything to come of it. He enjoyed flirting with you and watching you get frazzled and nervous. But you weren't his type. Nuh uh - Bucky Barnes wasn't into pretty little spoiled brats. Even if they weren't attractive and smart and genuinely kind underneath it all. 

That wasn't part of the job. Which was why he never let it go past anything that could be deemed as flirtatious.

Just as he vowed to break you down and just admit you liked him, you might have had a little goal of your own…

"Come on," Bucky sighed as he paced around your living room, waiting for you to come out of the bedroom so you could pizza and watch movies. It had become somewhat of a Friday night tradition, reluctantly so. It was hard to get out and have a lot of fun when you had a silent, intimidating brooding man following you around, "how long does it take to change?"

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes as you opened your bedroom door and stepped out, slipping on your heels, "I'm ready."

Bucky's eyes widened as he looked you over. You were wearing a little black dress and fuck me heels along with ruby red lips and a full face of makeup. He fought back a little growl as you smirked at him, "what the fuck are you wearing?"

"Its called a dress, genius."

"To get pizza so we can come back and watch movies?"

"That's not the plan," you straightened up and walked past him, grabbing your purse and jacket.

"You said-"

"I lied," you stated the obvious, "I'm going out to finally have some fun. Without you."

"I'm coming with you," he crossed his arms over his broad chest as you tried not to stare, "that's the job, sweetheart."

"And I'd like to actually have fun and get laid," you threw your hands up, "its hard to do that with you breathing down my neck constantly! If you insist, can you at least like stay ten feet away. Give me a fucking break."

His breath had hitched in his throat as soon as he heard the words get laid and he worked to keep it together. He sighed as he forced himself not to imagine you underneath, naked and begging for more. 

"Fine," he agreed reluctantly, "ten feet only."

"Thank fuck."

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One drink had turned into two which easily turned into three and after that you’d both lost count. Bucky had been sitting at the bar, a singular, but arbitrary drink in his hand as he watched you get progressively looser as the evening wore on. His steely gaze almost never left yours as he watched you chat up people around you. You were naturally extroverted, and definitely a flirt - but then again maybe that was the alcohol - and it wore Bucky out trying to keep an eye on you. He wasn’t terribly concerned about what was going on, but still, he was a man that took his job seriously.

It wasn’t until he decided that it was fine to let you out of his sight for a few moments only to turn back and found you missing. A growl bubbled up in his throat as he scanned the tightly packed pace and found you in the middle of the dance floor. You were pressed against a man that had been eyeing you up since you’d gotten there, mouths smashed together as you kissed him like your life depended on it. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and his hands were on your ass the entire time.  

As soon as you ground up against him, something in Bucky snapped. He threw back the rest of his drink and quickly made his way over to you. The people in his path parted like the seas when they noticed the predatory expression in his eyes. Before you could even realize what had happened, you felt a hand tightly squeeze your shoulder. A gasp left your lips as Bucky pulled you away from your newfound friend.

“What the fuck!” you glared at him as the man that just had his hands all over you grew visibly nervous. Bucky grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close, “Bucky!”

“Keep your filthy fuckin’ hands off of her, you understand?” he growled at the man as he just nodded, “I ever see you near her again and you’re dead. You leave my girl alone.”

Bucky shoved him away and the man practically skittered across the bar and out the door without so much as a single glance back. Breathing angrily, he turned around to find you staring at him in awe, arms over your chest. You were suddenly incredibly sober, “what the hell was that? I’m not your fucking girl, Bucky.”

“We’re going home. Now,” he reached for your hand and held your wrist in a tight grip as he dragged you without another word. You wanted to argue with him and fight back, but there was something about his possessive nature that had sent a shiver down your spine and a rush of warmth to your core as you let him pull you along like a ragdoll. 

Maybe your dangerous little plan was finally going to turn into reality.

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“Are you going to finally tell me what’s going on?” you asked as you walked back into your apartment, trailing after Bucky and slamming the door shut, “you chased off my only chance of-”

Before you could say anything else, Bucky’s hands found your waist and he crashed his lips onto yours in a bruising tangle of tongue and teeth. You responded with a surprised moan as he backed you up against the wall, making sure you didn’t hit your head. 

“He’s a fuckin’ boy,” he insisted as he lightly gripped your throat, causing you to part your lips as you fought back a moan, “he wouldn’t have made you cum. Probably doesn’t even know where your pretty little clit is.”

“And you would?” you challenged, already knowing exactly where this was leading. Something in your mind told you that this was wrong and you should have stopped it, but the larger part of you really just wanted him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it for weeks and weeks now, touching yourself late at night to the thought of him. Bucky smiled at you - a dangerous, toothy, wicked thing causing you to swallow thickly, “I don’t think you could. You’re all talk, Bucky. Probably haven’t even been laid since the 40s.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want this too, sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear before trailing kisses along your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin, making it a point to mark you up. That way everyone would know you were his. He rutted his lips lightly against yours, and you could already feel how hard he was, “I see the way you look at me - I know you’ve thought about me. Probably touched that pretty pussy of yours and wished it was my cock, huh little girl?”

“Bucky,” his name was nothing more than a whimper of your lips as you tried to reach down and touch yourself. He was quick to grab your hand and pull it away. You whimpered as he just chuckled darkly. Oh, how easily he could break you down with just a few words, “please. Need you.”

“I’ll give you what you need,” he swore as he watched you with hungry eyes. He shimmied up your dress and moved to touch you. His smirk only grew when he noticed you’d forgone panties, “look at you, such a little slut. You didn’t even put on panties? You really wanted this, didn’t you? Were you just hoping I’d touch you? I bet you had this whole thing planned out - just wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you?”

You looked at him with wide doe eyes but remained silent as you tried to play coy. But he was having none of it, and grabbing your jaw, “answer me.”

“Mhmm..,just want you,” you admitted as he slowly let go before grabbing both of your wrists in his vibranium hand and pinning them above your head, “just touch me.”

And he did - slowly, he dragged his fingers through your folds, smirking at how wet you already were, “oh honey, you’re practically dripping. So wet already, and I’ve barely even touched you. Such a good little slut.”

Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of him circling your clit slowly before feeling your soaked folds and sliding a thick finger inside. A small sound of surprise reached his ears as you almost rutted into his hand and he easily slid another finger in. The stretch from his fingers was enough to spark the warmth in your belly as you bit your lip to keep from whining. 

“Look at you, such a needy little thing,” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he fucked with his fingers, “but you’re not going to cum on my fingers. I’m going to see if you taste as sweet as you look. Gonna make ruin that pussy for anyone else. You’re mine - you understand?”

“‘m yours,” you whimpered as he let go of your hands and slowly sank to his knees in front of you. His large hands, a contrast of warm and cool, splayed on your thighs before slowly traveling up to your hips and grabbing them in a bruising grasp. This man was really working to make sure he would remain all over you. He pressed a few kisses to your thighs before stopping at your mound, and you could feel his warm breath fanning across on your pussy, “please.”

“That’s right, you can be a good girl,” he didn’t even hesitate for a moment before diving in and licking a stripe up your folds, causing sparks to shoot throughout your spine. You could feel him smirking against you at the immediate effect he had as he ate you out like a man starving. 

Bucky Barnes was not a shy man when it came to eating pussy. He licked and suckled on your clit as he let two of his cool vibranium fingers slide into your pussy. He crooked them just right, effortlessly finding your g-spot as your knees threatened to buckle. No one man had ever made you feel this good before, nor so easily. 

“F-fuck,” you hissed as he pulled back and look at the blissed out expression on your face, “more please.”

“Look at you pretty little thing,” he grinned as he pressed a few wet, sloppy kisses to your mound. He pulled his fingers from you before reaching up and practically ripping your dress off. If you’d hadn’t been so close to cumming, you would have yelled at him, but in the moment you didn’t care. Especially not as his hands found your breasts and massaged them before he played with your pert nipples, causing you to arch into his touch, “not wearing a bra either. You are bad.”

“‘m so close,” you whined as he just smirked at you. Before you could say anything else he slapped your pussy, causing you to jump slightly before you keened into his touch, silently asking for more. 

“You like that, honey?” he teased as you nodded with closed eyes, your mouth forming a small o. He repeated the motion before he grabbed your ass and buried his face back into your pussy. You moaned into his touch, bucking your hips against his mouth as he made all the most sinful noises as he ate you out like his life depended it on. He worked pure magic with only his tongue and he soon had you seeing stars as your legs started to shake around him. He anchored you to him and kept you from falling down as he brought on your orgasm, “that’s it honey. You’re going to cum all over my face, going to taste all that pretty pussy has to offer.” 

“F-f-fuck,” you reached down and carded a hand through his dark hair as you held him against you, “jesus.”

“Cum for me,” he commanded and you did just as you were told, crying out his name like a prayer as you felt your release wash over you. Bucky stayed between your legs as you came all over him, cleaning up every little bit you had, not stopping until you were begging him to stop from the over stimulation, “tastes like fuckin’ candy. Best pussy I ever tasted.” 

“Jesus,” your chest was heaving as he kissed his way up your body. He stopped at your lips and offered you a victorious little smirk, “you’re an asshole but at least you know how to eat pussy.”

He grabbed your chin in his hand and forced you to look at him, “you’re mine - this pussy is mine and no one else’s, you understand, little brat?”

“Ruin me then,” you raised your eyebrows before you kissed him again, trying to beat him at his own little game. But it was no use - he was easily more dominant and held control over you, “make me yours.”

“Turn around,” he growled as he flipped you in his arms and pressed you against the wall. You moaned as his hands mapped out every curve of your body before you felt the sharp sting of his hand on your ass. Just to spur him on a little more, you bounced your ass and he slapped you a few more times before massaging your skin to soothe the pain, “you like it when it hurts. God, you’re perfect. My little slut.”

“Please fuck me. Need you so bad,” you practically whined but quickly grinned when you heard him undo his belt and pants before he pulled his cock out.  He groaned in your ear as you heard him stroke himself a few times.

“‘m so fucking hard, baby,” he ran the tip of his cock through your folds and you could already feel how big he was, “got me leakin’ already. Thought about you and that smart little mouth so many times. Always cum so hard when I think about you. Can’t wait to see how good this pussy feels squeezing my cock. You’re going to take all of me, little thing.”

He coated his length with your arousal - you were already so wet again - before slapping his cock against your ass. You tried to reach around so you could touch him but he slapped your hand out of the way. 

“Put your cock in me,” you practically begged and before you could say anything else, he plunged into you, causing you to practically scream in surprise. He didn’t stop until he was fully sheathed inside of you, feeling like he was practically splitting you apart. The burn quickly faded away as you moaned and clenched your walls around him, “fuck, you’re so big.”

“Did you expect anything else, pretty baby?” he whispered in your ear before grabbing your hips again. He slowly pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back into you with no warning. You clawed at the wall as he set a brutal pace, slamming his hips into yours over and over again, letting you have almost no room to breath. The only sounds that left your lips were small whimpers and mewls he fucked you to an inch of your life. 

You felt the coolness of the vibranium snake around your body before he found your clit. You let him press you against the wall as he pounded into you, and you quickly left your second orgasm start to bubble up in your tummy. 

“Taking my cock so well,” he praised as he slowly played with your clit. He was not shy about being loud and moaning, all while murmuring filthy praise into your ear, “so tight - so perfect. This pussy was made for me.”

“More,” you begged in between breaths, “harder, please.”

“You want it harder, pretty baby? You’re not gonna be walkin’ after this,” he smirked before he picked the pace and fucked you even harder than before, which you hadn’t even thought possible, “good girl. Good fuckin’ girl. Gonna cum all over my cock?”

“Mhmm,” you agreed with a wistful smile, a fucked out expression on your face as you felt his cock twitch inside of you as your walls started to clench around him, “please, please, please.”

“Gonna fill you up,” he said through gritted teeth as he slowed his thrusts, making them slower and deeper than before, “gonna make sure you know who you belong to.”

It was a few more thrusts before you came again, crying out as the pleasure rippled through your body. Bucky came quickly after, grunting as he came inside of you, filling you up with hot ropes of his cum. He fucked you through it all, not stopping until you were feeling boneless and he had filled you with every last drop. 

He easily caught you just as you were about to collapse in his arms and pulled you against his chest as he pressed a few kisses to your shoulder. You reached behind you and carded a hand through his arm, scratched at his scalp as he continued to kiss your neck and shoulder.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you said as you tried to catch your breath, “that was incredible.”

“I told you I’d ruin every other man for you,” he slowly pulled out and turned you around so you were facing him. You put a hand under your chin and turned your face up to his, “you’re mine.”

“I’m your girl,” it was like music to his ears as you reached between your thighs and swiped his cum mixed with your arousal up and sucked it clean off your finger, “my pussy is yours and your cock is mine.”

“Good girl, “ he praised with a wicked smile, “now get on your knees and put that pretty mouth to use.”

“Yes sir.”

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Wonka had given himself his own set of rules before even entertaining the idea of doing a competition like this and opening his factory to anyone he didn't know personally. One of them was that he wouldn't become involved in the drama of children. If they fought amongst themselves, then it was up to their guardians to solve it. However, just because his back was turned didn't mean he was unaware of what was happening. He knew everything that was going on around him.

That Mike child was just how he'd expected him to be. Brain rotted from too much media consumption, that one. A prime example of a bully. Both him and and that spoiled little wart that pranced around thinking she was better than everyone else just because her father had money. But he didn't immediately step in, waiting to see how young Bucket would handle the situation while also giving Mrs. Teavee the opportunity to take notice of her son's obvious plea for attention. That was what his behavior truly boiled down to, wasn't it? Didn't she know that? Of course, she failed to step in. Disappointing but not at all surprising.

Wonka turned just in time to see the contents of his Fizzy Lifting Drink spill on Bucket. While the formula wasn't quite ready, it would do him no harm. Although, judging by the look on the child's face, he probably thought his skin was bursting into great ugly boils. Mike's jeering and accusations went ignored as Wonka hurried forward, eyes raised to where Bucket was being propelled. Further and further away, out of reach of his grandpa Joe and anyone else who might try to lend a hand.

Not that any of these immature adults would ever think to do so.

There was something about Bucket desperately reaching out for him that stirred something inside Wonka's chest. At first, he'd been reaching for his grandpa but then he turned to him, seeking comfort while trying to plead his innocence. Wonka wasn't sure what this feeling was inside him because surely this incident couldn't be speaking to his paternal instincts. After all, he'd lost his boy, his dear Sunshine, many moons ago and barely had the chance to develop into a father.

And yet seeing Bucket crying, hands held out, wanting to be saved, spurred him into action. He didn't require the drink to lift himself up but if any of them later asked how he did it, Wonka would make up an excuse: Oh, the room is an illusion! The air in here is different because of special vents I have installed! Just anything that sounded believable enough for them to accept.

Wonka called upon his magic. It easily allowed him to ascend. The boy was floating away quickly, reaching the ceiling and being pushed around a corner and away from the room. This tunnel would take them across the factory and far from the group. It wasn't anything they couldn't solve but Wonka needed Bucket to know that he was safe.

"It's all right," He called as he increased his speed, managing to catch up with the boy. "Take my hand. I won't let anything happen to you." And he meant that. Fingers outstretched, Bucket was just out of his reach — if Wonka thought too hard, it would remind him of that distressing night where he'd lost his entire world. Visions of his Chantilly being pulled away, her arms cradling their son as they fell, fell, fell, just out of reach... forever out of his reach.

Why couldn't he save them?

Wonka shook those memories away, forcing them back into those dark corners of his mind that he didn't dare tread. Focusing on Bucket, he felt their fingertips brush. He just needed Bucket to be the one to grab hold.

"You're safe with me."

Grandpa Joe had a laugh at Mr. Salt's expense. Obviously, if he had known what a 'veruca' was, he likely wouldn't have named his daughter after it!

"Why can't we touch anything? Is it poison?" Violet demanded, one hand cupped over her mouth and nose. Her father kept a hand on her shoulder, ready to yank her back from any experimental dangers.

"It probably just doesn't taste good," Veruca rolled her eyes. The fat boy had gotten sucked through a tube because he was stupid! She didn't think anything in here was actually poisonous. And besides, these machines were boring. She didn't want to waste time with unfinished sweets. "Let's go to the next room already! I'm bored!" She was already stomping off, her father (looking far more relieved) followed after her.

"I'm starting to wonder if this tour was a guide idea," Mrs. Teavee whispered to Bucket's grandfather. Normally she would have gossipped with the other woman in the group, but she was gone! So this harmless old man would have to do.

"Well, it is a factory, as whimsical as it may be," Grandpa Joe tried to comfort the clearly stressed-out mother. "They certainly could have been more clear, but I doubt those disclaimers would have fit on the candy bar. I'm sure everything will be fine as long as we keep an eye on our kids."

While his mother was distracted, Mike Teavee made his way over to Bucket's side. The boy hand obediently linked his hands behind his back to resist the urge to touch things, but was leaning very closely to a little conveyor belt that was sending out small glass vials of different-colored, bubbling liquids.

"Hey! I dare you to drink one!" the boy, who was a head taller than Bucket, hissed as soon as the adults were all looking away.

"What? No! Mr. Wonka said we couldn't!" Bucket even took a step back from the conveyor belt.

"Don't be a baby. It's just candy syrup!" Mike glanced around again before grabbing a little green bottle off of the conveyor belt. He leaned over and sniffed it. "It doesn't even smell like anything!"

"Mike! Put it back!" Bucket hissed.

"Or what? You'll tattle on me?" Mike held it up over Bucket's head. "You can put it back if you can get it from me."

"You're gonna get kicked out!" Bucket argued, glancing back towards Mr. Wonka -- he was turned away! So was his grandfather. That was good, because he didn't want them to see this. "Didn't you see what happened to Aug--"

He suckerpunched Mike in the stomach.

Of course, Bucket was still smaller than him and not very inclined to violence. So he held back quite a bit. Mike made a noise as the wind was knocked out of him, doubling over enough for Bucket to make a grab for the open vial in his hand. But the bigger boy recovered faster than he anticipated. With a growl, he shoved Bucket back with his free hand -- and in the struggle, the green vial emptied most of its contents right into Bucket's face.

"Aahh!" Coughing, Bucket landed on his rear on the ground by the machine, frantically wiping at his face.

"Mr. Wonka! Mr. Wonka!" Mike was already screeching and pointing. "Look, he tried to steal your stuff!"

"Mike! Get away from him!" His mother shrieked, and he obeyed after shooting Bucket a toothy, smarmy grin.

"N-No!" Bucket was horrified, but also preoccupied by the popping and bubbling sensations happening all across his face. Was his skin melting off?! Were his eyes boiling into soup!? It wasn't painful -- it actually felt quite cold -- but the child was too panicked to consider the chance he wasn't dying. "No, I didn't! I -- hic!"

A gaseous bubble made its way up from the pit of his stomach, making its way out in a squeaky hiccup-burp. Then another. Then another. Grandpa Joe hurried over to see if his grandson was all right, but before he could, one large burp sent Bucket sailing up into the air, almost as if he were an astronaut on the moon!

"Bucket!" His grandfather tried to jump to grab at him, but he was quickly floating away, up into the impossibly high-arcing ceiling overhead.

"Grandpa!" Bucket tried to reach for him, leaning down, but he could only go up. Mike was laughing hysterically and pointing. Violet and her father looked shocked. Veruca had even returned to the room to watch!

He was so high up! He was so high up and getting higher! Tears in his eyes, he searched for Mr. Wonka in the bunch!

"Mr. Won-hic-ka! I'm sorry! I didn-hic- mean to!" he cried, reaching down for him. He was terrified, but the idea of his idol hating him for something he didn't do was somehow worse!

@wcnka

[latte-to-go]

the art of loving you [alcina dimitrescu]

summary ━━━ sometimes, it was difficult for you to tell if what you and lady dimitrescu, or alcina as she has allowed you to call her, had was love. it remained a lingering thought in your mind as her daughters continued to call you their mother’s ‘human play-thing’ and most days, you let it not get to you. but, it was difficult to ignore that fateful night and the lady of the house had easily noticed something was upsetting her little pet.

pairing ━━━ alcina dimitrescu x reader.

words ━━━ 1612

fandom ━━━ resident evil.

warnings ━━━ pure fluff, honestly. but, it has some hints of nsfw vibes but it doesn't go into them.

author's note ━━━ lady dimitrescu owns my heart and I have spent so much time reading fanfics about her that I just needed to write one of my own. who knew a tall sexy vampire lady would be what broke my hiatus and brought me back to tumblr? but, I am here to stay and I am so excited to write more reader inserts! and to continue to fill requests! for now, my requests are open! but, I will probably write a lot more for alcina as well! so, I haven't finished resident evil village yet because of how busy I am with work and that might make the characters a little out of character! but I couldn't wait to write about alcina! hopefully, I will have the game finished soon! some things have been spoiled for me already, but a lot of the game is still unknown because I am still in the very beginning of the game where ethan just gets to the village. but, I still hope you all enjoy this one-shot! it's just fluff between the reader and our lady!

DARK CLOUDS LOOMED AGAINST THE HORIZON, matching the catastrophic thoughts that lingered in the back of your mind as you numbly flipped the pages to the book you had tried so hard to distract yourself with. But, your mind had not retained any of the words written on the yellowed pages as your mind stayed on the woman that held every inch of your heart. With a sigh, you turned your gaze out the window instead. The window pane was cold to the touch, courtesy of the snow that remained a constant of the land.

It had only been two years since you had arrived at Castle Dimitrescu ━━ a mistake, truly. At least, at first, it had been as you stumbled across the maidens that the grandiose home belonged to. It should have been the last night of your life, but the lady of the house had taken a keen interest in you. You had not understood it at first, but you had grown attached to Alcina Dimitrescu and her… mysterious ways. Perhaps, you would even go as far as to call it love at first sight. And, you had thought she had felt the same way with her sweet words and burning touches. But, then doubt had become to creep into the dark crevices of your relationship with the woman.

It was often her daughters teased you, complaining about how they couldn’t stand to hear the beat of your heart. But, their mother had explicitly forbidden them from touching you. Though, you did not feel unsafe around them and had grown to trust and like each of them. But, their words tended to hurt whenever they referred to you as their mother’s play-thing. It was as if there was a timer on your life and it wouldn’t be long till Alcina grew bored of your presence and decided it was your time to join the dead.

“The day has come and gone and you have yet to leave our bedroom,” the regal voice belonging to Alcina echoed throughout the room, startling you at your spot in the window sill. She stood tall with her golden eyes watching your every move, making you hold your breath as you waited for her to speak. With long strides, she quickly reached the window as she looked down at you with an unreadable expression. Regardless of your height, you always dwarfed in comparison to her as she stood taller than most she came across. But, she looked even taller whilst you sat. She leaned down, placing a gentle kiss against your lips. When she pulled back, her gaze met yours. “Has something happened?”

“No,” the word quickly left your lips as your felt your cheeks burn at the sudden closeness. Her scent of her old vintage lavender perfume with hints of blood filled your nose ━━ the old mixture had become a comfort for you. With a clear of your throat, you continued to speak. “Everything is fine.”

A hum left her red lips, seemingly vibrating every sense of your being. With two fingers, she trailed against your jaw as she continued to stare at your parted lips. “You should know better than to lie to me, my darling.”

“I do not wish to bother you with my human problems,” you muttered bitterly, pushing her fingers off your skin. For a moment, her eyes flashed with an unknown emotion but she did not utter a word as she took a step back to create space between the two of you.

“So, something has happened,” Alcina commented, standing to her feet as she towered over you again. It made you feel small in every sense as a wave of tears made their presence known. Hiding them from her was futile as she continued to watch, making you sniffle as you tried to wipe them away. “Tell me, who has hurt you?”

“No one.” It wasn’t like you to throw her daughters underneath the bus because of some harsh words. After all, you needed to be stronger than that.

Her hand reached forward, wiping away the stray tear with her thumb before she caressed your cheek. It took everything in you to not lean into her touch, refusing to place a kiss against her tender skin. Despite your lack of reaction, Alcina moved closer as she took a seat on the window sill. It was difficult due to her size, but she made it work as she continued to run her thumb against your cheek. “Then, why the tears?”

She waited for you to speak, listening to the shaky breaths that left your lips as you tried to gather your thoughts. “I’ve been having doubts,” you confessed, biting the inside of your cheek as you met the woman’s eyes. “About… us.”

“What do you doubt about us?” She asked softly. And, for the first time, you could hear worry in her tone as she slowed her movements. Her sharp gaze had softened, lingering on your saddened expression.

With a deep breath, you took her hand off your cheek as you held it close. Her hands were larger than an average person’s, but you still fit perfectly in them. “I fear that you do not love me the way that I love you,” you whispered, keeping your eyes on your interlocked hands. “I feel as if I am something that you use to pass the time. Someone to warm your bed at night for the time being before you get bored and move to the next.”

“People say I’m heartless,” she started off slowly, taking your words deep into her heart as her gaze flickering to your hands as well. “They call me a monster ━━ a frightening legend that mothers tell their misbehaving children. And, for a long time, I believed in those legends that painted me as a cruel vicious beast. That is, until I met you, my darling.”

Her words made you look up, daring to meet her eyes as she stared at you unblinking. Her beauty had always taken your breath away, making her perfect to you at anything that matters. Still, you remained quiet.

“Perhaps, I did not love you at first,” Alcina confessed, ever so slightly tightening her grip on your hand as she let out a heavy sigh. “But, you came into my life like a storm and I had learned how to dance in the rain. Regardless of what you think, my love for you is true. My darling, you make me feel whole ━━ the missing piece I had unknowingly been searching for.”

“Do you really mean that?” you asked softly, barely finding your voice as you faced the woman. Her words were like honey, dripping sweetness onto your tongue as you tried your hardest to believe her.

Her free hand caressed your cheek, moving closer to you before she left a chaste kiss against your forehead. “Have I ever lied to you before?”

“No, but…”

“Cease your doubts, my love,” Alcina said, staying inches away from your lips as her breath fanned against your cheeks. She whispered your name, letting out a deep sigh as she took in your scent. “What can I do to convince you that my love for you is true? To convince you that I want to spend the rest of our days together? To convince you that my heart yearns for you and only you?”

"Alcina…” you whispered softly, closing your eyes as her lips hovered over the skin of your neck. She didn’t move, waiting for some indication from you. “I love you more than anything in this world and… I wish to spend the rest of my life with you. If you would have me, that is.”

The soft words caused Alcina to open her eyes as she faced you, showing no emotion as usual. It made it hard for you to predict her next move as you waited for her to say anything. But, then a soft smile presented itself to you as she leaned in close. “Of course I would have you, my darling,” she whispered, meeting your eyes. “I would do anything for you.”

Her words brought a smile to your lips, pushing you forward as you engulfed her lips with your own. She was quick to pull you into her lap as she held you close, kissing back with the same intensity that you gave her. It made you feel warm with her love as any doubts you had begun to vanish as she held you. There was no doubt that Alcina Dimitrescu was hopelessly in love with you as you were with her. Yet, the sweet moment had ended too soon.

There was a knock at the door, causing a deep growl to leave Alcina’s lips as she pulled away from yours. It left you breathless as the two of you looked to the door to see Cassandra. She wore a sadistic grin, moving deeper into the room as she regarded the two of you. “Forgive me for interrupting,” she cooed, stealing a glance at your flushed expression with playful vice. “But, he’s back.”

A frown marred your features, causing you to glance back at Alcina and see the irritation blooming. “Who is back?”

With a sigh, Alcina looked to you as she forced a smile to her lips. She moved forward, leaving a chaste kiss against your lips that had become stained the same color as hers. “Only a nuisance that you needn’t worry about,” she whispered softly, moving to stand to her feet. “I shall be back soon, my love.”

At her words, you smiled. “I will be here waiting for your return.”

[vazaha-tya]

to clarify

i am neutral about snape

i don't like him as a person but he's a potentially interesting character

i just don't think he's well-written

his role as a spy was barely exploited

the reasoning behind his abuse of children is flimsy

and the whole marauders-snape relationship is described so badly it can be interpreted in every direction

were the marauders bullies and snape a hapless victim of their dastardly ways? eh. we're talking abt the dude who invented a curse to make someone bleed out. how do you think remus found out snape knew more curses in first year than the rest of his classmates?

were the marauders defenders of the weak against a future death eater and his friends? probably not. the pantsing scene at the very least showed they targetted him for their own enjoyment more than anything else.

or were the schoolyard fights meant as allegories of the greater tension of the war brewing in the background? most likely. the atmosphere was tense in the castle. people were disappearing, awful laws being passed as death eaters infiltrated the ministry and pureblood rhetoric was spouted louder than ever.

i think the marauders probably didn't have the time to torment snape as much as people seem to think considering they were mapping out the school, becoming animagi, running around on the full moon, doing homework (+playing quidditch for james) and who knows what else. draco had the time to bully harry because he literally had nothing else to do. that's not the case here.

but i also think james is probably the one who antagonised snape and insulted/hexed him first, maybe called him a dark wizard and generally comforted him in his idea that he had no place in the light side. his friends also probably followed, especially sirius who never learnt what a moral compass was and who probably doesn't have a standard of what "going too far" means. can you imagine what bellatrix and him got up to as kids in grimmauld place? i hardly think he understands the concept of bullying. james was spoiled, sirius fucked up and the other two very eager to please. a recipe for disaster.

but snape didn't become a death eater because of the marauders. he already resented muggles before coming to hogwarts and knew a lot of curses which he's kind of implied to have happily used. his break from lily pushed him further down the dark path but he was already involved in purist circles. he wasn't alone, he had friends (who died in the war too if i understood it right, or went to azkaban).

the marauders weren't ganging up on him 24/7. they started the hostilities, yes, and took pleasure in humiliating him. snape and his friends apparently took pleasure in attacking muggle-borns though.

they were all shitty kids terrified to die and lashing out at each other. the thing is that the marauders didn't get to grow out of it (except remus, who did put the rivalry behind him and pettigrew who's generally ignored in this) and snape did but stewed in his hatred.

snape would have been a compelling antihero if he had been better written. if it was made clear that he is selfish and bitter yet still fighting for the right side. (i wish jkr hadn't involved lily. i'm so tired of her being only characterised by her relationship with the men in her life). if he was just a complicated man, one who isn't absolved by his tragic backstory. or if it had taught him to be better, if he had been a mentor to harry instead of another reason to think he wasn't safe anywhere

and if his spying years had actually given useful intel ffs. because what did he learn as a spy that the order used? smh

[tortoisesshells]

FINISHED. he who would pun would pick a pocket, and she would would spoil is putting the spoiler-y thoughts under a cut.

One of the charms (appeals?) of DS is that nothing ever changes, one generation is much the same as the next, and history always rhymes at the very least: to that end, loved that what pushes Angelique into sincerely trying to destroy this generation of Collins is the demonstration of Joshua's hypocrisy - that he sees nothing wrong with profiting by piracy and smuggling with his left hand while calling for the punishment and ostracization of those men with his right; that he's willing to hit on Angelique on the eve of his marriage to Laura because he's a man of the world, after all. Like son like father, in a very real way.

Once again, Angelique's plots to destroy the Collins family kill and destroy everyone but Collinses. never change, queen.

sub-point. Feels extremely fitting that the one Collins Angelique manages to kill is Patience, who's married into the family and is far and away the kindest and openest of them. And Patience's death becomes one of two points of Abigail's start of darkness. If Laura becomes a literal monster because being a monster gave her the power she needed to protect her love; Abigail slowly becomes a monster because she could not save the people she loved, and spends the rest of her life lashing out about it.

Pursuant to that: Laura opting to become the Phoenix because it would give her the power to save Joshua (and his family, more generally)? fantastic. I love it when love makes monsters. In her defense, she wasn't given the terms and conditions until she made her choice, and by then it was too late.

Angelique tells Abigail that magic is out of joint in Collinsport, which is why Harkaway returns from the dead without anyone bewitching him to do so (and, given that Angelique loves that trick, she'd know?) - which feels like it's a reference to other happenings within the Big Finish universe. alas. I am unversed.

THOUGH. Angelique raising all the dead of Collinsport to destroy the family? oh that is unbelievably my shit. love it when the dead come back in Collinsport. <3

Caleb Collins protesting that he can't break open the armory during the party celebrating Joshua and Laura's upcoming wedding because it would be most improper to hand out gunpowder during a society ball.

anyway. I've heard that the Big Finish dramas can be something of a mixed bag, but. This one felt like it had everything I love about the show, and it was nice to hear most of the original cast once again.

I started listening to one of the Big Finish DS audio dramas ("Blood and Fire") while running, for a change of pace, and I'm about 50m into the ~2hr 40m runtime. Quick notes.

Extremely funny to cast Ryan as the Collins family patriarch. If you can't beat 'em ...

Lacy's glee at delivering the line "What is a house, but a stage?" (gesturing to the unseen, half-built house at Collinwood) was a goddamn delight. What is Collinwood but a stage; what are our favorite Collinsportians but players - nay, walking shadows?

Going is very convincing as Laura Murdoch Stockbridge, before the whole [gesturing broadly] happened to her. Or she happened to other people. How many Collinses can one woman marry? anyway, I've seen one (1) episode of the '91 reboot, and I love her as Vicki so far.

the conversation between Angelique and Joshua about piracy, profits, and respectability was, if a little ahistorical, created specifically in a lab just for me.