#he went from just doing a little dance with the sign to now he tosses and flips and spins it and i havent seen him drop it in a LONG time

[daughterofsarenrae]

The parasocial relationship between me and the guy who stands on the corner outside the weed store who twirls his weed store sign in his bright orange beanie and his brighter smile for what seems like at least 8 hours a day 5 days a week in all weather whose skill development for sign spinning has been a genuine joy to watch for the past like 2 months and counting

[trulybetty]

warm bread & honey

pairing: jackson!joel x reader word count: 3,325 warnings: a little sprinkling of angst if you squint hard enough, briefest mentions of past injuries, no descriptions of reader, use of a nickname, no y/n, just soft and cozy post tlou season one joel deserves estimated reading time: 17 minutes summary: joel returns home to you from patrol ao3: linked

a/n: it's been a while, eh? had to take an unplanned hiatus but trying to figure out how to jump back in - figured a good place to start was by clearing out my wip's. this had been semi-finished for a while, but I wasn't sure it'd fit, then I figured I should just post it - a reminder of writing for yourself first, right?

“The teapot is hot!” You warned when you heard the familiar drag of one of the kitchen chairs being pulled out against the worn wooden floor. The ceramic pot, not long filled with hot water and tea, was made in anticipation of the completion of your morning's baking you had started in the early hours, unable to sleep for tossing and turning.

You had both hands gloved and inside the oven pulling out a loaf of bread, but your forewarning hadn’t been enough to prevent the hissed curse that sounded from behind you. 

Carefully placing the fresh loaf atop the stove, its smell filled the kitchen and enveloped you in a comforting embrace, though it could be easily argued that feeling had more to do with the house's new arrival than anything else. 

“I told you it was hot,” you admonished as you pulled off the oven gloves turning around to find a sheepish Joel sitting at the kitchen table, you gave him a warm smile, “Hi.”

Joel, his jacket already shrugged off and in the process of rolling up his sleeves gave you an equally comforting smile, one that said he was pleased to see you after days apart, “Hi,” he replied. 

Throwing the gloves to the counter you took the three wide steps to close the distance between the two of you. Just the knowledge of him being home, seeing him in one piece, was enough to release the tension that sunk into your bones every time he went on patrol or for anything that required leaving the safety of Jackson’s confines.

As you took that final step, watching him turn in his seat to throw his jacket over the back of the chair beside him, the early morning light filtered through the window, casting a soft glow over the kitchen and highlighting the subtle signs of weariness on his face. Despite the tired weathered lines and the shadows beneath his eyes, his smile when he looked back up at you was genuine, a silent testament to the comfort he found in simply being back home, back with you.

“You look like you’ve been through it,” you observed, your voice a gentle blend of concern and welcome. 

Joel shrugged, a low chuckle escaping him as he subconsciously ran his fingers down to his side, the subtle movement betraying the discomfort he tried to dismiss, “It’s nothin’ darlin’. Just the cold reminding me I’m not as young as I used to be,” he said, attempting to downplay the lingering pain from the old jagged scar at his side.

His attempt to brush off his discomfort didn't fool you; you knew him too well to deny the nuance of his movements as something else, his attempts to hide the silent hiss under his breath. You reached out, your fingers tracing the air just shy of the old wound, a silent acknowledgment of the battles he'd weathered, both external and internal. 

Joel's gaze held yours, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes before he masked it with a lopsided smile. 

The morning light, now brighter, spilled into the kitchen, casting long shadows and highlighting the fine dust particles dancing in the air. It was serene, a quiet moment shared between the two of you. Your hip propped against the heavy farmhouse table your hand reached out instinctively to touch his arm, feeling the cold that he’d carried in through the front door seeping from his skin through his now rolled-up sleeves.

“How about,” your fingers toyed with the buttons that did up the front of his shirt, “you let me run you a warm shower,” you suggested, knowing all too well he wouldn’t admit to the true discomfort of the aches the cold weather brought to his old wounds.

Joel’s eyes, a mix of fatigue and the warmth of finally being home met yours. For a moment he seemed to weigh the offer, the stubborn part of him that disliked admitting any form of weakness at war with his need to sink into you. Finally, his resolve melted away, a soft smile escaping him as he gave into the warmth of your proposition.

A smirk appeared on his lips, “Only if you’re joining me.”

You laughed, it was light and genuine with the heaviness of Joel’s absence lifted, his return sweeping out the heavy air that always settled in with each departure.

“I suppose, that can be arranged,” you teased, a knowing look passing between the two of you.

Joel’s smile widened as he leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking as if welcoming back an old friend, “Is that right darlin’?” 

“Fresh sheets on the bed too.”

He raised an eyebrow, a silent question lingering in that simple gesture. You’d been together for quite some time and yet still he was touched with disbelief that this was life, that anticipation of the domesticity you brought him, something he had believed he’d ever get to indulge in again.

“Well, don’t you know how to welcome a man home,” his smirk deepening into an expression of gratitude. 

He stood from the chair, his movements still carrying evidence of his fatigue and the hollow ache in his bones. The faintest grimace crossed his face, quickly replaced by a lazy grin as he caught your disapproving look. He shooed you through the kitchen door to avoid any potential fussing, a light touch to your lower back, guiding you to the stairs.

The house was still, the only sound was the soft creak of the floorboards underfoot and the distant whistle of the wind outside, a stark contrast to the warmth inside.

The shower’s sound filled the bathroom, echoing off the tiled walls within the shower stall. Steam filled the room as you helped Joel out of his clothes, finally resigned to giving in to your care and attention. With each piece of clothing shed, dropped to the floor, revealed more of the toll the patrol had taken on his body. 

He let out a hiss as your fingers grazed over new dark bruises, shadows under his skin in a mottled watercolour display in purple and blue. Despite his attempts to downplay it, the patrol had clearly been a tough one.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” he said gruffly, catching the concern on your face, swiftly replaced with a roll of your eyes in response.

Joel stepped into the shower, and let out a soft groan as the hot water cascaded over his sore body. He bowed his head under the stream as he braced one hand against the shower wall. Stripped of your own clothes, you stepped in behind him, hands coming to rest on his hips. Slowly, your fingers began to knead the tense muscles along his back, feeling him quickly relax into your touch.

“Rough one out there this time,” he muttered, a tinge of bitterness in his tone as his eyes closed at your touch.

In the safety of the intimate space of the shower, the water releasing the tension from his shoulders, there was a vulnerability that Joel seldom showed.

You reached for the soap, lathering it between your hands before gently applying it to his shoulders. Carefully you worked the soap over his body in a meticulous order, paying extra attention to the areas marred by bruises. When you reached the back of his head you massaged your fingers into his hair with a gentleness that was born out of years of shared moments just like that one. 

Joel tilted his head back into your touch, a deep moan escaped his throat as your nails scratched at his scalp, fingers tangling in the curls that had grown longer with the winter weather and his reluctance to stay on top of trimming it. After a moment or two, begrudgingly, you took your fingers from his hair. He bowed his head under the shower head once again to allow the hot water to rinse out the suds. 

Your eyes traced the scars that adorned his back and shoulders like constellations. You could shut your eyes and still map out each one without any hesitation. Many a night, you had traced the lines of his back as he lay on his stomach with you lying next to him. Your fingers brushed strokes over its curves as you talked, sometimes of life before Jackson, life before everything stopped. You would talk about those you missed, who didn’t make it, left behind in a world that was no longer recognizable. Other times, silence was enough, a gentle shroud draped over the two of you. 

With the suds long rinsed out, he turned to face you. His eyes softened as he took in the sight of you. There was a time when this look made you feel vulnerable and far too exposed, with your own scars, those both visible and not, on full display. But now it brought you comfort, that familiarity between the two of you had grown into something precious.

“You look after me too well, darlin’,” Joel’s voice was a low rumble, barely audible over the shower’s spray.

“Who else is going to?” you replied, a hint of amusement to your tone as you pushed back an errant curl from his forehead.

Leaning in, he captured your lips in a slow, tender kiss. The familiar scratch of his beard against your skin felt like home. His breath hitched as you moved your hands around his hips and up the curve of his back, your nails a light scratch against his skin. A sigh of contentment passed between you both, carried away by the steam rising around you.

Pulling back for a moment, his need to pause in the moment, to take it all in, his eyes met yours and you couldn’t help but notice the affection they held, a far contrast from when you’d first laid eyes on Joel Miller. The man you had first met was skittish, kept quiet in his new arrival in Jackson. You’d met him that night at the Tipsy Bison, Eugene regaling the room with a story of your day's misfortune and you’d made your way to the bar to avoid the heckles.

What started as casual conversations at the bar on more than one occasion turned into shared meals in the main hall, Joel too polite to leave when you joined him, then the odd patrols together, and eventually late nights spent in each other's company neither wanting the night to end.

His thumbs gently caressed your cheeks, and you leaned into his touch, your eyes closed at the sweet gesture. He pressed his lips to yours once more. The hot water continued to cascade over you both, creating a warm cocoon you didn’t ever want to leave. Your hands returned to his hips, taking their time as they moved from the curve of his broad shoulders down to his narrow waist. 

“Feels good,” Joel murmured against your lips, his voice husky and thick with gratitude, his eyes half closed as he rocked into the movement of your fingers as they pressed into the tight muscle once again. “But if you keep that up honey, I fear one of us is going to put their back out tryin’ something in this shower we have no business trying. Anyway,” he continued, “didn’t you say something about clean sheets?”

You laughed, as you continued to knead his hips, “I might have mentioned it,” you replied as you gave him a playful pinch.

Joel’s laughter joined yours, a deep, comforting sound that resonated against the tiled walls. Amidst the steam and cascading water it felt precious, a rare moment of lightness that felt almost sacred in its intimacy. 

The two of you finished your shower with a comfortable efficiency in a silent communication that spoke of the years and experiences you’d shared. 

Once dried and wrapped in freshly laundered towels you led Joel by the hand to the bedroom where the promise of fresh sheets awaited, The morning sun had begun to fill the room with a soft golden light that made everything feel a lot more peaceful than the days gone by in Joel’s absence. The bed, freshly made in the early hours when you’d given up on any attempts of sleep, beckoned the two of you to rest and to find solace in each other now both its inhabitants were home.

Joel sat on the edge, his movements slow, a mixture of exhaustion and lingering discomfort. You watched him for a moment, his face bathed in the winter’s sun the lines of his face were softened and for a moment you felt like you were getting a small glimpse of a younger Joel as he closed his eyes and lifted his head to soak in the scant warmth it brought. You felt a surge of gratitude for his safe return, to the quiet life the two of you had managed to carve out together in a world that offered no guarantees.

Joel cracked open an eye to look at you at the end of the bed, “You can come on over honey, don’t have to watch from the cheap seats.”

You shook your head as you laughed, no hesitation in following his invitation. You positioned yourself in front of him as he spread his knees to make room for you to nestle between them, bringing your chest flush with his. Carefully he began to peel the towel from around you, his fingers grazing your skin with a gentleness that belied the strength within them. 

As the towel dropped to the floor at your feet, you reached up to touch his face, tracing the lines that time had etched into his skin, each one a testament to the life he had lived. He caught your hand in his, pressing a kiss to the palm before guiding you down to follow him as he lay on the bed.

The sheets, cool and inviting, contrasted with the warmth that radiated from Joel as he pulled you closer. The world outside the window seemed to hold its breath, the light that fell across the room created a haven from the chaos that lay beyond. There with him beside you, for the briefest of moments you could just pretend that it was a regular Saturday morning, just like the ones before the world had changed, where the two of you could have simply been another regular couple.

You closed the space between you, your fingers tangling in his damp locks while his lips met yours. The kiss was soft but held an air of a fight of urgency against the need to savour the moment. Your fingers tangled in his hair, his teeth nipped at your bottom lip, swollen in response to both his kisses and his three-day beard. 

A soft moan escaped your mouth, causing a growl to rumble in Joel’s chest in response. His arms wrapped tighter around you. It was always the way when he returned, he never rushed, took every moment in slowly, savouring every touch, every sound that he pulled from you. His lips found your neck, his beard scraping the sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine as his lips continued to graze a path from your earlobe to your collarbone.

He nuzzled at your jaw, his kisses light and teasing causing you to squirm in delight as you tried to pull his mouth to yours. His laughter was low and husky in your ear as instead he pulled back to look at you. His eyes were alight despite the tiredness that framed them and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as your hand found his cheek and he leaned into your embrace.

The tiny bit of warmth of the morning sun framed the two of you, amplified by the heat that had built between you both, wrapped around you like a blanket, comfortable and familiar. His lips found yours again, unable to be parted for too long. His hand cupped your hip, his fingers pressing into you as if testing if you were really there, if the moment was real between the two of you. Confident he had a hold of you, he rolled over onto this back, bringing you with him so that you were straddling him.

Both hands now at your waist his thumbs stroked absent-minded circles against your skin. You glanced down at him, taking in the sight of his now closed eyes and relaxed features. His exhaustion was apparent more than ever. But the sight of pure contentment on his face made your heart flutter. 

The air between you was charged with static, which only seemed to grow in intensity with each breath, each touch, and each whispered word. The worries you’d had during his absence, tied up alongside the knot in your stomach were now coming undone with the soothing balm of his presence.

You leant forward again, this time your lips met his in a simple chaste kiss that had him humming appreciatively beneath you as he moved his hands to the small of your back. Just as you were about to deepen the kiss, a sudden slam of what sounded like the back kitchen door punctuated the serene atmosphere, startling the two of you and Joel to grip onto you a little tighter. The muffled sounds of footsteps and voices drifted up the stairs bursting what was left of the bubble of intimacy you and Joel had carefully cultivated.

“Ah, sweet! Honey made bread!” Ellie’s voice, unmistakable and filled with loud delight echoed up through the house, followed by another voice that you had to strain to hear, Dina, a lot more soft-spoken than Ellie.

“Looks like they left in a rush,” Dina said as you heard cupboards being opened and closed with such ferocity that it could only be Ellie. Joel shook his head beneath you as the two of you waited to hear more of what was happening downstairs, “Ellie, didn’t Joel just get home from patrol?”

A brief silence passed, you could’ve sworn you could have heard a pin drop as the whole house seemed to hold its breath. Then came a flurry of whispered curses from Ellie, her realization finally dawning on her. 

“Oh shit,” she exclaimed, before raising her voice, a mixture of haste and apology in one, “Welcome home Joel! Sorry Honey! You two, keep doing your thing—ouch!” you could only assume Dina had stopped Ellie in her tracks before she said something she shouldn’t, “Anyway, we’re leaving! But we’re taking the bread!”

Joel rolled his eyes as Ellie and Dina continued to bicker as they left the kitchen. It wasn’t until you both heard the satisfying click of the kitchen lock that you both let out a laugh. The interruption had shattered the tension between the two of you, leaving you both in a fit of laughter. 

As the laughter subsided, you brushed a thumb over his rough cheek as he stifled a yawn, closing his eyes and leaning into your touch once more. Another kiss to his lips before you rolled yourself off of him to lay down beside him, but still just as close. He pulled you in against his chest, your head finding a home in the crook of his neck, his arms holding you tight, his fingers tracing imagined patterns on your bare skin.

He was home, you could hear the steady sound of his heartbeat in your ear. Outside the wind picked up in spite of the early peaceful sun that rose over Jackson. A reminder that despite the peace Joel’s return had brought, there still was a looming threat outside its boundaries, its frozen breath seeping through wooden walls. You held onto him a little tighter, knowing that despite wishing that you both could be a normal couple in a life full of normalities, the time you had together was tenuous at best.

[morwap]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄

ex!regulus black x fem!reader

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smut

dom!reg sub!reader, p in v, cunnilingus, handjob, cheating, ex!barty x reader mention, hair pulling. c/n = character name

───────✧ 𓆩♡𓆪 ✧───────

james unlocked the door, a big smile on his face as he had booked a pretty nice airbnb for the long weekend. you and dorcas carried in snacks and drinks to the kitchen as he held the door.

you could hear peter groan as sirius jumped on his back after stretching.

“hey i just wanted to see if you were okay, ya know with regulus being here and all—“

you cut dorcas off with a little laugh, “yeah d its fine, i mean we both have moved on clearly”

dorcas smiled and nodded before rubbing your arm then walking back outside.

moved on was not what you would describe it, regulus was here with a girl he had a met not to long ago, a fling, you could tell by how she acted. it was exactly how you used to act.

maybe he did this to make you jealous and to ruin your time, that was the only justification that went through your head.

you packed the fridge with the food and put things on the counters.

“y/n! where do you want me to put your stuff?” remus yelled, you already knew the sleeping arrangements, you and peter on an air mattress while remus, sirius, dorcas and marlene in a room. james and lily have their own and so does regulus and c/n.

“just put it by the couch!” you yelled as you watched sirius walk in, you grabbed a water and tossed it to him. sirius smiled then looked behind him then looked back at you, giving you an eyebrow raise. a warning sign.

“yeah its up the stairs, second room on the right” regulus mumbled. you watched as she walked up the stairs and regulus stopped to talk to sirius. you could tell he was out of breath from carrying things, you grabbed another water from the fridge and put it on the table before walking to the living room.

to say the tension was strong whenever you and regulus were in the same room was an understatement.

it was getting dark out, everyone was outside while james cleaned the grill for tomorrow and sirius and marlene tried to get a speaker to start working.

you sat next to lily, you both chatting about random topics while scrolling and showing each other different cats at a shelter. you would occasionally look to the other seats and make eye contact with regulus, it only made you wanna roll your eyes when he would at you then at her then back at you. he would get closer to her, having a stare off with you until you looked away.

music started to lighten the tension, marlene had pulled you up to dance with her while she was shit faced drunk. sirius got remus to join in. regulus watched you, thinking that maybe you just didnt care.

the fun ended with marlene throwing up on the other side of the fence and dorcas having to go put her in a bath. mary had called lily to check up on you guys, she wasn’t able to come since she had a wedding to attend.

hours passed and remus was the last to leave living room to you and peter, you sat down on the edge of the air mattress, peter already fast asleep, you had showered before coming to bed and now put on lotion.

the only thoughts you had were of regulus as you started to lay down. you couldn’t sleep a few hours passed until you heard footsteps.

regulus sat on the couch, his elbows on his knees. he cant remember what made him come down here, maybe to get a drink but now its led him here and he cant say he’s mad about it.

“are you doing this to fuck with me? to make me jealous?” you asked in a yelled whisper, sitting on the edge of the air mattress. you made sure not to move too much since peter was next to you with earplugs in.

“what? am i doing this to fuck with you? what are you talking about?” he whispered, his brows furrowed. “you started talking to barty again, what was i supposed to do while you were out flirting with your ex boyfriend?” he added.

“literally what the fuck are you talking about regulus” you scoffed, the last time you saw barty was when you gave him some of his clothes that was still in a box in your closet, it was socks and a few plain white tees but he had messaged you about it since it had his favorite belt and hadnt been able to find it for almost 6 months.

“sirius told me he saw you, how you got in his car and was all up on him, told me all about how you were all giggly and touching his arm, i thought we had something” he argued, making hand gestures.

“we do have something, we always have had something, all i did was give him a box of clothes if i was thinking about getting back together with i would've told you” you whispered, you touched his arm.

“i would never do that to you, regulus i told you everything” you added as a tear pricked your waterline, his head tilted slightly as he closed his eyes and sighed.

you missed him, god you missed him.

“i’m sorry, i should've asked you” he sighed, his hands going to yours. just touching him was like being teased, you missed his hands on you.

you swallowed, you didn’t know if it was the right time and you think he had the same idea.

regulus looked at you, you two were so close, his hair was just the slightest bit damp and he still smelled so strongly of his body wash and shampoo. He wore a plain black tee and sweatpants that was fresh out the dryer.

he leaned in closer, you didn’t want to move more than you already have in case of waking peter.

you tilted your head back as he leaned in more, his lips touching yours. god it felt so good.

your tongue intertwined with his as you two kissed, his hand came to your jaw. you tried to get closer to him. you heard peter groan and you pulled away.

peter rolled over and started to snore.

“cmere” regulus whispered and guided you up and into the kitchen.

your lower back pressed against the counter, as he locked your guys lips together roughly, his hands going up your shirt.

you tried to rub yourself against his groin. regulus groaned into your mouth as he unclipped your bra. he moved around your body until he was able to slip the bra to the ground then undid the knot on your pj pants.

regulus trembled in your grasp as you palmed him, he was getting harder and harder in your grasp. he bit your lip lightly before pulling away.

“turn the fuck around” he panted, his hands moving you roughly and pushing you to bend over the counter. regulus drops to his knees, his fingers slipping down your pj pants and panties.

you could feel his lips on your ass cheek, he bit softly which made you laugh and mumble an “ow,” regulus smile before spreading you open for him.

his tongue met your cunt, making you shiver, your clit throbbed as he sucked slightly. his hands massaged you gently, he did circles around your clit then moved his tongue up and down your vulva.

one of regulus’ hands moved to your cunt, his fingers teasing around your cunt before finally pushing in.

your hand that was gripping the counter went up to your mouth, his fingers were long and soon enough he could fit two in. your legs trembled and you were getting close. minutes passed and then you were on the brink.

regulus pulled away and slowed his fingers. you whined when his fingers left you. you soon felt his lips on the back of your neck. you could feel him press his cock against you, you reached back and slid your hand into his waistbands, he was fucking leaking.

he moaned against your skin as you stroked him, his hand gripped your hand and guided it while the other one held your hip. regulus let go of your hand and pushed his sweats down a bit.

“turn around i wanna see your face” he whispered and let go of you. you kicked off your bottoms before turning. regulus spit in his hand and stroked himself, you watched his chest as he breathed heavily.

you got onto the counter, thankfully it happened to be perfect height.

spreading your legs for him, waiting, you are beautiful.

regulus pressed his tip against your cunt, sliding in as his other hand did circles on your clit. his head tilted back slightly and he bit his lips. his stomach tightened and his eyes closed.

you watched his cock go into you. your hand gripped his forearm.

“youre amazing” he mumbled, looked at you and you leaned in, lips molding together in a fevered rush.

regulus started thrusting, noises caught in your throat, his other hand held the back of your head, guiding it how he wanted.

he started to quicken his pace, his fingers gripping your hair hard. you moaned in his mouth.

a noise from upstairs stopped him, pulling his head away from you and his hand moved to cover your mouth. he slowed his pace but didnt stop completely.

“regulus?” you heard.

he looked at you and then reached to turn the sink on then off.

“yeah?” he said. she stood at the top of the stairs. it was dark the only light being from a nightlight that was next to you.

“you okay?” she asked.

“yeah im just getting a drink and im on the phone with evan, hes having a rough night, go back to bed” he lied on the spot.

“oh alright” she yawned and walked back.

you kissed his neck, nipping at his skin. he started to pick up his pace again.

“im sorry” he whispered, his hands rubbed your sides.

“its okay” you said, you pulled on the hem of his shirt and sucked on his collarbone, leaving a dark mark.

his fingers went fast on your clit, getting you closer and closer.

“i love you” regulus said.

you kissed his cheek, “i love you too regulus” your fingers slipping into his hair.

your brows furrowed as the coil in your stomach snapped. cunt clenching down on him and pulsating. you bit your lips together.

“inside or on your stomach?” he asked hurriedly.

you ignored him.

his eyes closed tightly, “imma need an answer baby quick” he whined.

“stomach” you panted as you came down from your high.

regulus thrusted a few more times before pulling out. your hands went to his cock, jerking him off to the pace he was going before.

he cursed as he came, cock throbbing and now becoming super sensitive.

soon he had cleaned you and himself up and wiped down the counters then you two ended up cuddling on the couch. he whispered in your ear, telling you how he missed you and that you were the best thing to ever happen to him. it was nice, so nice.

you had moved once he fell asleep, getting back to your spot on the air mattress. regulus moved closer to the edge and reached his hand down to grab yours.

“goodnight” he mumbled.

[upsidedownwithsteve]

okay, back at it again with the requests, feel free to toss me to the back of the line I love you

I'm thinking of friends with benefits grumpy!Steve who had a bad day and sunshine!Reader who is starting to catch feelings for him and wants to make it better. potentially along the lines of:

the least toxic version of “I can fix him”

18+

It wasn’t like Steve was ignoring you on purpose. He’d invited you round after all. But his day had went from bad to worse since he left you outside your front door that morning with a kiss, and by the time you walked into his bedroom in the evening, he was already face down in bed.

“Rough day?” You’d asked sympathetically, toeing off your shoes so you could clamber onto the mattress with him.

You received a grunt from where his mouth was pressed to his pillow and you pouted, poking a socked toe into his ribs. Steve’s hand caught your ankle, thumb rubbing over the bone there, but he didn’t make any other move to get you closer. So you shuffled over, sundress dancing over your thighs, rucking up higher and higher as you moved. You pushed at Steve’s shoulder until he relented, rolling onto his back with another long suffering groan that only stopped when you straddled him.

He opened his tired eyes, his hands falling from his face to grasp at your bare thighs, a sure sign that he wanted to keep you exactly where you were. You smiled down at him, too happy, squirming against in his lap for good measure. It didn’t take long for you to feel his cock kick up against the lace of your underwear in interest, half hard already, as sleepy as he was.

Steve pouted, “honey—”

“Oh, he speaks,” you quipped, running your hands from his chest to his tummy, soft with that trail of hair that led into his jeans. You traced a finger down his navel, made his hips buck up a little, out of his control. “You wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

You left the question open ended and up to him, a no pressure start to a conversation that Steve honestly didn’t have the energy for - at least not right now. So he shrugged and looked apologetic.

“Just a really bad day,” he tried to explain. “M’sorry, I’m just crazy stressed about—”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted. You leant down and pecked his lips, a sweet and short touch that Steve tried to chase. “You don’t have to get into it right now if you don’t wanna.”

The boy smiled at you gratefully, running his palms up and down your thighs. He squeezed the dough there in thanks and tried to sit up to catch another kiss but Steve frowned when you pushed him back into the sheets.

“Baby, what—?” Steve broke off when you pulled at his belt buckle, popping open the button of his Levi’s. “Oh, shit.”

“I’m sorry you’ve had a bad day, Stevie,” you murmured sweetly. Your small hand dipped inside his boxers, fingers wrapping around his stiff cock. You blinked prettily at him, a smile on your face and your bright blue sundress fanning around his thighs. “I can give you head, if you want?”

Steve let out a curse, mouth falling open. You heard him suck in a breath. “Fuck, honey, you don’t need to do that.”

You pouted, eyes glittering because Steve was a sweetheart, but you could see right through him. His cock was throbbing in your hand and when you squeezed experimentally, his head fell back into the sheets, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“What if I want to?”

Another groan, more whiny this time, prettier to hear. “Yeah?”

You nodded, lip tucked between your teeth and you began pumping him in your hand, thumb swirling over the tip. “Yeah, handsome.”

When Steve didn’t argue back, you moved down his legs until you got comfortable between them, tapping at his hip so he lifted up, letting you shuck down his jeans and boxers enough for his cock to spring free. You didn’t tease, not when he was in a mood like this, although the stress seemed to disappear when you lay on your tummy between his spread legs, elbows keeping you up and hands guiding his cock to your waiting mouth.

You licked over the tip of him, tongue flat and eager and Steve immediately fell back onto the bed, hands grabbing at his own hair in fear of pulling yours too hard. “Baby,” he moaned, doing his best to lean up to watch you. You took him into your mouth, tongue flattened against him as you began to suck. “Baby.”

You only released him with an audible pop to drool a little down the length of him, doe eyes holding Steve’s stare as he let out a filthy noise. “Better already?”

Steve could only nod.

[fireinmoonshot]

let me walk you home | jake 'hangman' seresin x reader

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader Words: 1426 A/N: It's been forever since I last wrote anything, so I apologise if this is terrible but I've been in love with Jake since I first saw Top Gun: Maverick last July and really wanted to give writing for him a go and to try and get back into writing!

It was a lot later than you had planned to stay out for, but somehow the Hard Deck was the busiest it’d been all night. It was bustling with people, packed from wall to wall, all drinking, dancing, playing pool and enjoying the late summer Saturday night. 

It was a surprise that you were even here tonight. You were not the type of person to stay out late at night at a bar. In fact, if tonight had gone to plan, you’d be at home with a book or a movie on, enjoying the peace and quiet and feeling cozy. It was Natasha’s fault that you were even at the bar. Your plans had been completely tossed aside because of her.

She’d begged you as soon as work had finished up for the day, insisting that you come along with her and the others for just a few hours. You’d decided that it couldn’t hurt. It was one night, and going out tonight meant that she wouldn’t bug you for at least a few more weeks, so you were happy enough with that.

You were sat at a table in the corner with the rest of your group, all of whom were definitely more than tipsy and were showing no signs of leaving any time soon – with the exception of Jake Seresin, who had surprisingly not consumed much alcohol tonight. You’d heard from the others that he could get pretty rowdy on a Saturday night at the Hard Deck, though from your limited experience, you didn’t quite know what that meant.

Little did you know that you were the reason Jake wasn’t drunk.

The second you’d walked into the bar Jake had been surprised to see you – everyone had. But Jake especially. He’d always been intrigued by you. You were quieter than everyone else, less interested in the drinking, partying lifestyle than everyone else. He’d compared you to Bob for a while there, not just because you were a WSO too but also because your personalities seemed similar, but even Bob was more into the late nights lifestyle than you were. It made Jake want to get to know you. But the problem was, he barely ever actually saw you since you never came out to the bar. 

He had thought tonight might be the night, but he’d been very wrong considering you’d ended up sat between Natasha and Fanboy, both of whom had consumed a fair amount of alcohol and were very talkative. There would be no use talking over the top of them just to try and talk to you.

You stifled a yawn and looked down at your watch. It was just past midnight, and definitely past your bedtime, but the idea of leaving now and trying to push through the big crowd of people all still enjoying their night to get to the door didn’t seem very appealing.

Jake noticed your poor attempt to conceal the yawn and smiled to himself. This really wasn’t your scene, was it? That simple fact made him even more intrigued by you.

It didn’t take much longer for you to start to feel the itch to leave, though. You were tired, and even though you had the day off tomorrow, you had things to do and you didn’t want to be exhausted or have to sleep in a lot in order to feel well rested. And so it was decided – you’d make your way through the crowd to get to the doors.

Across the table, a drunken Payback laughed at something Coyote had said. You leant towards Natasha, sat beside you, who had been talking to Rooster sat on her other side.

“I’m gonna head off,” you told her.

Natasha frowned. “You’re going so soon?” 

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m getting pretty tired.”

“Okay,” she said, a little disappointed. “But get home safe, okay? Text me when you do!”

“Of course, and you get home safe tonight too, okay?”

Natasha pulled you in for an awkward side hug and then went back to her conversation with Rooster after you stood up, excusing yourself quietly from the table of people too caught up in their own conversations to notice you leaving.

Except for Jake, of course.

He huffed. He’d lost his chance to talk to you on the one night you’d come out to join them at the bar. But then he watched you stop as you reached the edge of the crowded dance floor, watched as you looked around, trying to judge a way through the crowd to get to the doors on the other side, and an idea sprung to mind.

Jake stood up from the table, making his way past a few people and over to you. You hadn’t even moved in the time it’d taken him to get over to you. He stopped beside you. 

“You stuck?” He asked, his lips quirking up into a smirk.

You hadn’t even seen him come up beside you and jumped a little at the sound of his voice, eyes moving to look up at him. Stuck? Well… “I’m just trying to judge the best way to get to the exit. I’m not stuck.”

Jake shook his head, amused, then held his hand out to you. “Allow me.”

“Allow you to what?” You looked between his eyes and his hand.

Cute, Jake thought. But this was no time to stand here making idle conversation when his intention was completely clear, at least to him. He’d seen your yawn, he could tell you were tired, and standing around here waiting would just make you more exhausted. 

So, instead of explaining himself, Jake reached down and took your hand in his, entwining your fingers together. “Trust me,” he said, and then he was moving, your hand in his, leading you through the crowd. He swerved around everyone perfectly, not even bumping into anyone. It was as if he was parting the crowd, as if they were all moving for him. With a start, you realised that they probably were. Half the people in this bar that knew Jake Seresin were definitely a little bit scared of him. 

He didn’t let go of your hand until you had gotten out of the crowd and out of the front doors of the bar. You both stood on the deck, the moonlight shining down on you and the sound of the waves in the distance. 

“Thank you,” you said, gesturing back towards the bar. “I guess I was stuck.”

Jake smiled. “It’s no problem, darlin’. Couldn’t have you getting lost in that crowd.”

His words had you smiling against your better judgement. 

“You all right getting home by yourself or do you want me to walk you?”

You raised your eyebrows at him. First he’d held your hand to get you through the crowd and now he was offering to walk you home? What had gotten into Jake Seresin? 

“You don’t have to do that,” you shook your head. 

“And why not?”

“I can walk home by myself, and everyone’s probably wondering where you went.”

Jake shrugged. “Wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me if I let you walk home by yourself though, would it? And I don’t really care if they’re wondering where I went.”

“You don’t?”

“No,” he said. “Out of all the people in there, you’re actually the only one I’ve wanted to talk to all night. But since you ended up sat between the two chatterboxes…” 

Now his words confused you. You looked at him, tilting your head to the side and trying to figure out what was going on. Was he playing a game? Had someone dared him? You’d never seen this side of Jake Seresin. He was always cocky, always honest. But he’d never been someone you’d talked to or spent too much time around. He was more stories than anything else to you. And here he was, telling you that he’d wanted to talk to you all night?

“Did Nat put you up to this?” You asked him hesitantly.

He laughed. “No one put me up to anything, darlin’. Now, please let me walk you home and let me ask you the questions that have been running through my head all night.”

You looked at him for a few moments. Jake Seresin wasn’t a bad guy. He wasn’t going to hurt you, and truthfully you would feel safer having him walk you home. What could go wrong by a simple walk with him?

“Okay, let’s go.”

The smile that appeared on his face made your heart flutter.

[chaotic-mystery]

Gimme More | Joel Miller

This works best if you listen to the playlist without shuffle on & crossfade set to 3sec which you can find under settings > playback.

Pairing: AU!Bouncer Joel x f!reader

Summary: The cute bouncer has his eye on you the whole night, so what happens when you push him too far?

CW: borderline smut so pls 18+, drinking, clubbing, bouncer!Joel being rough & cold (hehehe), using someone to make him jealous, sexual tension, Joel’s got a case of the grab hands, choking, Britney Spears making you dance nasty.

If I forgot anything, feel free to let me know!

Playlist for listening while you read

The cobblestone clicked under your heels as you made your way to the front entrance of the club when the bouncer stopped you dead in your tracks and asked for ID. His dark eyes looked you up and down, spending a little too long on your breasts that were on a wonderful display from your sparkly skimpy dress as you went in your clutch purse and pulled out your ID. “Cute name, sweetheart. You’re good. Go on in” was all he said when you noticed a slight accent in his tone, clearly he isn’t from around here. “Thank you, Mr. Bouncer” you seductively replied, walking up the two steps in front of the doorway to the club. The red neon sign glowed in the reflection of your eyes as you turned around to look at him, scanning over his body. His broad shoulders made his shirt tight as hell when his arms were crossed over his chest, something you couldn’t stop staring at when he was taking his sweet time checking over your ID. He caught you staring at him and a smirk played on his lips for a quick second before he looked away into the crowd of people waiting to get in. He turned back around just in time to watch your ass as you went up the stairs to the main floor of the club, soon you disappeared from his view.

Your girlfriend was waving you down in a section they got and they met you halfway in the middle of the floor. “So happy you came out oh my god you look amazing bitch!” she exclaimed over the music and handed you a shot instantly. It was pure fire and sin in a little shot glass but fuck it, right? Tossing your head back with the glass pressed to your lips, you swallowed the liquid quickly and shook the taste off. As it traveled down your esophagus, it turned warm and wasn’t so bad after a few seconds. “Do you want a drink, love?” her eyes ready to watch your lips to decipher an answer. “Yes! Absolutely, please!” you quickly responded and soon she disappeared into the sea of bodies to the bar. You took a look around the room to see if you could spot anyone cute and worth giving your time to when you noticed the bouncer from outside was now inside and over by the exit door. He was so far away but you could tell he’d been watching you the whole time. His hair was fluffed out from the door constantly flying open and shut, but it suited him well. You gave a small wave and when he didn’t return the gesture, you were riddled with embarrassment. To play it off like he didn’t just make you look like a loser, you ran your hands up the back of your neck and fluffed your hair out across your shoulders.

Suddenly there was a drink in your hand, not a clue in the world what kind it was, all you knew was that it was fucking amazing and strong. The lights were flashing all sorts of colors across the room and the drink was making you feel free and like you could get anyone in the club. The bouncer still had his eyes on you as you grabbed your girlfriend's hand, tugging her close to hear you, “You see that guy over there, the bouncer? He’s been eye-fucking me all night and I can’t tell if it’s a good fuck or a hate fuck sort of situation.” She turned to look at you, mouth open wide in shock. “If you don’t go ask him and see what his deal is, I will. Are you joking? He’s fucking beautiful.” Her words rang true in your ears and before you knew it you were making your way over to where he planted his feet. “Why are you staring at me? Is there something I did wrong at the front door Mr. Bouncer dude? Is my ass out or something?” Your questions became more and more slurred as you rattled them off the top of your head, mainly trying to get a reaction out of him. Nothing. Not even a look down at you. So now he didn’t want to look at you when you were in his space?

“Okay” you mutter and walk back to your friend in the middle of the dance floor when you look to your left and see a really cute guy on his way to the bar with some girl. You grab his wrist and tug him behind you, leading him to the dance floor. So many eyes fell onto you while you really started to let the music take control over you. Your ass was pressed against his crotch, grinding as your arms went up in the air, your wrists winding to the rhythm of the music. He put his hands on your hips as he guided you side to side, following your body closely. Dropping an arm and letting your hand rub the back of his head, you looked for the bouncer who refused to give you attention. He was leaning against a beam, arms still crossed but his eyes still on you. You looked him up and down slowly as you grind your ass slower on the guy you didn’t even know or wanted to know. It was purely to make him jealous and wow was it working. You could tell he was dripping in envy just by the way you watched his chest rise and fall quickly with each breath he took. It was the cat and mouse game that drove you up the wall and flooded your panties.

The idea of this hot bouncer keeping an eye on you the whole night but won't make a move just turned you on so much, you needed more and you were going to do anything to get it. The grip on your hips got tighter, his fingers digging into your skin. You could feel his head dipping down so he was close, “Wanna get out of here? I don’t live far. You’re so hot, I wanna fuck you.” By this time you rolled your eyes at the forwardness and nudged him away with your elbow, trying to dance away from him. His hands never left your body and he was being super annoying now. He couldn’t get the hint you were interested and you had to give him a firmer shove this time. There was commotion in your ear and you spun around seeing the bouncers yell at him and carry him out, tossing him out the doors. The one you’ve been playing with the whole night was standing there like he was waiting for something, his brows slightly furrowed. “You make it hard for me to do my fuckin job when I might have to throw out over half this fuckin room because they’re wanting to fuck you right here on the floor.” he said, trying to shout over the bass that was rattling your bones. He didn’t scare you in the slightest like he was desperately trying to. If anything it made you want him even more, the way he watched you all night. You bit your lower lip and walked closer, holding your hand out slightly. “Cmon, one dance? To say thanks, and then you can go back to watching me over there in the corner, promise.” you muttered in his ear, pulling back to see his face which had softened, but no definite answer was given.

You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck as you started grinding against him. The bass was taking over and drowned out anything you could hear and soon enough you were swaying your hips side to side over his groin. You closed your eyes and let the music take over you, the pretty colors of the strobe lights flashing quickly with the beat as you danced against him. His rough hands found their way to your waist and neck, his body beginning to move with yours. “Call me Joel.” he said in your ear and you knew you were in. Feeling so euphoric in the moment, there was no stopping what was happening. Joel's hand slid down the front of your dress, dangerously close to the one place that felt like it was thumping just as hard as the bass was. His calloused hand cupped your pussy and ran back up to your hip and you moaned, thankful no one heard you. The sea of people swallowed you and Joel, no one really seeing you were about two seconds away from blowing this man. Turning to look at him, you spun and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Thanks for the dance, Joel. If I come back tomorrow, will I see you here doing this with some other girl?” You playfully joked and he cocked his head, thinking of how to respond. “Depends, do you always dance with every bouncer you meet?” He gives your waist a small tug to pull you in closer, and you laugh. “Only the ones willing to toss out half the club for me.”

[universalwhoreofthesouth]

Break from Reality 2 - C.YU

Pairing: Mr. Insanity X afab! reader

Genre: chaos & fantasy

Warning(s): some violence, bizarre imagery, mr. insanity has a god complex, mito is mentioned

A/N: Finally giving the people what they want since I saw a good handful of people enjoyed it, which makes me happy 🤍

A/N: Based on “So I Danced” MV so watch it if you don’t get the reference and if you haven’t read Part. 1

I’ll be God

I’ll be God

I’ll be God

I’ll be god today.

“Where did you even get this old thing?” You look at the very outdated 1968 Cadillac that he somehow “found”, the tan coloring chipping into a tin gray.

“Hey! Don’t insult her like that! She still works” Ian defended, blowing the remaining dust off the hood of the car.

“Where are we even going?”

“Emerald city. I have important business there and you’re gonna help me!” he beamed, startling you once more.

“Help you with what? I don’t even know you!”

“Exactly which is why it’ll work! He doesn’t know you so you would be a good distraction”

“He? Who the h-” “Heads up!” he tosses you a brown sack, which you nearly dropped because it was unexpectedly heavy. You look inside the sack, seeing a pair of black heels, pearls, and dark cloth.

“And what am I supposed to do with this? I’m not putting this on”

“Oh but you will” he tilts his head, his smile not dropping in the slightest.

“No I do-” you suddenly feel something cut off your airways, stopping your sentence as you try to breathe.

“Now what was that~? You’re in my world little one so you’re going to do as I say, got that?” he grins sadistically. You were on the verge of blacking out then you felt the pressure release, waves of air filling up your lungs, knocking you to your knees as you violently cough, your body readjusting.

“Now let’s get going!”

♟️

You both were now in the old-timey car, riding alongside the dirt road for god knows how long, finally getting on the road to Emerald City. You were not at all happy. You were in the passenger seat, sitting in a black satin dress with matching heels and pearls the same size as jawbreakers. He didn’t even tell you what the so-called “business” was. You were trying to think of conclusions that would make sense but anything was possible in this world, he’s magic after all. You see Ian in the corner of your eye. His eyes were on the road, driving with one hand on the wheel, the other tapping against the steering wheel to an imaginary beat in his strange mind but you were a quite confused yet worried because his face was resting, his cheeky smile that was imprinted on his lips wasn’t present, replaced with a blank expression. It felt.. Weird but you kept your lips sealed, silently thanking God that he didn’t talk your head off on the way there.

Your eyes begin to droop from exhaustion, having no way to tell what time it was in this place. Just as you begin to drift away, hoping to escape this vivid nightmare-

“We’re here~” Ian sings, his maniacal grin appearing back on his face. Your eyes shoot up, seeing an upcoming “Welcome to Emerald City!” sign ahead. You look outside the window, admiring the liveness of the city. The buildings were tall and flashy, hued with many shades of green from mint to the color of basil leaves. As you viewed the scenery, you saw a golden statue of a man up ahead. The man was dressed in a suit with a fedora, the hat covering his face as he was posed in a sitting position.

“Is that the mayor of this town?” You asked, not familiar with the man. Ian went quiet…

Too quiet.

“Hello? Did you not hear me?” You turn your head back to him, trying to figure out what was his problem but you were taken aback by his new appearance. His tan skin was now paler, his comically big eyes shrunk, his once lengthy black hair was now cut into a blonde pixie cut. His lips were tainted raspberry blue and he was wearing a lime green suit with mulberry polka dots.

What the fuck..

[hanmaitani]

Don't Wanna Ask for Help

PAIRING - Tendou Satori x Reader WC - 1.0K GENRE - angst What You Missed - you tried to forget satori, tried to convince yourself that your previously agreement of no feelings between the two of you still stood, but when you try to go home with someone else and you end up right back with satori anyways, it's time to face the music.

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"Where did you go after the party?"  Eita was leaning in your doorway. His frame was currently the only thing that was keeping your dorm door from closing completely.

He'd slipped in there when you'd returned just a few minutes ago… still wearing your dress and heels from the party the night before, makeup half taken off and smeared. Clear signs that this was your first time home since before the party the night before.

You pointedly ignored him, shuffling through your mess of school papers in search of the notebook you needed to study with. Finding the notebook, you tossed it on top of the accompanying textbook before turning to your dresser.

He called your name but you ignored that too.

"You can't just pretend like you can't hear me talking to you." You rolled your eyes, a mirror of the irritation in his voice as he tried. You were too busy pulling out an old t-shirt and pair of shorts to change into. "Did you go home with the boy you were dancing with?"

Your movements faltered for a second, flashes of memory of the way the boy tossed you carelessly on the bed. Of how he shut down your attempts to lighten the mood.

It hadn't been what you wanted. What you craved. Hadn't been light-hearted and playful and fulfilling.

It hadn't been Satori.

You remembered the anger in his voice, hurling an insult at you as you left without giving him what you'd gone there for.

You sighed and continued your previous task, pulling at the hem of your dress, pretending Eita wasn’t there.

"Real mature, won't even look at me." Eita had redirected his eyes, focusing on a corner of your ceiling as a sign of respect while he listened to you change. "With your attire, assuming you did."

Your eye twitched in response but you were determined to keep quiet, a principle to stick to the 'keep your nose out of my business' that you'd tossed at him when you'd first arrived back at your dorm.

"What is Tendou going to say when he finds out?"

You huffed an annoyed noise out of your nose as you pulled the t-shirt on and sat on your bed. Not that it would have been Satori's business. Not that it was Eita's business.

Satori wouldn't have cared.

That's what you'd had on repeat in your head all night.

"Do you even care if he would have been hur-"

"Oh my god Eita!" You slammed your hands down on the open pages of the textbook and finally looked directly at him. "I didn't spend the night with that stupid guy, okay!? Are you happy!?" You groaned and brought your hands up to wipe down the length of your face.

"Then where di-oh you didn't…" His voice trailed off as it clicked in his mind, answering his own half-asked question. Where did you spend the night? "You showed up at Tendou's? Drunk and surely smelling like another guy…" You could feel the judgmental look he was giving you even from behind the shield of your hands.

"What are you? My mom? His mom? Could you, I don't know, fuck off a little bit? It's not like he fucking cared. Why would he fucking care?"

"But you care." Eita's voice was quieter but it still felt accusatory and it made your blood boil. "You went out trying to prove that you didn't care and all you proved was that you did."

"Thanks for that insight, captain obvious." You rolled your eyes and let your hands fall back into your lap as you looked across the room at where Eita was now looking at you, pity seeming to take his features one at a time.

You hated it. You didn't want his pity.

"You're more than invested, can you just admit it already? You care more than just a little bit. It's more than just a crush on him and you know it."

"I," you enunciate the word, venom dripping from it as you hurl it at him, "don't know anything. Not that it's your business. Why can't you just fuck off." You stand as you speak, anger and frustration filling you.

Some part of you knew he was right, but it wasn't a part of you that you were ready to listen to yet.

"You can't go a day without thinking about him or going back to him. You think that's just friendship when you can't ever get him out of your head?"

"What the fuck do you know!" You know you're being unreasonable, that he isn't deserving of your anger, of your voice raising as it is now. He isn't deserving of the way you shove at his chest when he tries to step further into your room.

"I know that you need help seeing this. That you have feelings somewhere in that mess of a head."

"Help?" You scoff and shove at him again, your anger making him stumble a step back into the hallway. "I don’t need your help with anything." The words press between your teeth like a hiss, like a decisive conclusion with no room to wiggle back into you.

"So he's like an addiction, no big deal, that doesn't mean I feel anything." You shove again and he's fully back into the hallway between your rooms, out of your space. "I don't want your help."

You finalize your point with a slam of your door, locking him out effectively. You can nearly hear him sigh from the other side of the door before his footsteps retreat. You know it's over when his door shuts from across the hallway.

That's what you'd decided Satori was, though, when you'd showed up at his dorm last night.

An addiction.

Your drug of choice. Something you couldn't let go of. A tiny taste always leaves you wanting more, wanting a larger hit.

A drug whose side effects you had been wildly underprepared for.

One you desperately needed to quit.

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@faumpje @all-in-the-fandoms @pearl-blue-musings

[fetishfairytales2]

Besties 10 (Story)

This was originally written as a continuation of a story by @wittlesissyb4by called Besties. Check out all their fantastic stories on Tumblr and SubscribeStar.

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I couldn't help but let out a laugh as I watched Brandon wriggle and writhe under the Hitachi, each vibration bringing him to another climax. "So, how many times is that now, sissy?" I teased, flicking off the Hitachi and grinning at the large puddle of cum in his diaper.

"Well, well, well, Brandi, that's quite the puddle of looser go, huh?" I teased, tapping my phone screen. "And it looks like Heather has really turned into a hottie pornstar, huh? What a shame for you, honey. I mean, with skills like that, how could any man resist?" As I spoke, I lightly traced my fingers along his sensitive skin, loving the moans coming from him. "Oops," I chuckled, sticking my tongue out playfully. "I guess you don't really have much say in the matter, do you?"

Our fun was cut short when the phone in my perfectly manicured hand started ringing. Without even checking, I knew who it was. And judging by the fear in Brandi's eyes, she knew it too. "Hey girl!" I answered in my most cheerful voice. "How's date night going?" I put the phone on speaker to give Brandi just a little more to cry about. "So, give me all the juicy details," I laughed eagerly.

"Mmm, I hope Brandi is listening," Heather said with a giggle on the speakerphone. "This is just incredible, babe! You were totally right, I needed tonight," she laughed, telling me everything. "I arrived at his place and of course, I dropped my coat right at his doorstep. He tossed me onto his couch and fucked me like I had never felt before. It was so hot! He’s got an amazing dick girl! And then we went out for drinks and dancing, and can you believe it, somehow, we ended up going at it for round two in the bathroom! That boy is head over heels for me!"

I was practically dying of laughter. Seeing the look of pain on Brandi’s face as he heard about Heather's wild night, and imagining her moaning like a whore while bent over a bathroom sink, it was wild! "Seriously, girl?!" I exclaimed, unable to believe what I was hearing. "You let him get it on with you in the freaking bathroom?!"

"Let him?!" Heather cackled, "I begged him for it!" We dashed into the bathroom, locked the door, and he ripped my dress right off. His hands were all over me, kissing and licking every damn inch of my body. And when I was ready for him, he threw me onto the sink like a ragdoll! He was yanking my hair and making me watch myself in the mirror! I swear, I was probably screaming so loud that the whole bar could hear me! I had two orgasms before he even finished!"

I gave Brandi's little peepee a flick and sneered at him, asking Heather "More fun than the sissy?" I laughed at him as Heather chimed in, "my fucking vibrators are more fun than that loser. Speaking of which..." Poor Brandon was shaking in his boots, clearly intimidated. "Looks like you two are having a little too much fun without me," Heather chuckled knowingly. "What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, scanning the room for any sign of her coming home early. "Top right of the dresser, behind the teddy bear," she explained with a smile in her voice. I squinted and could barely make out what she was talking about.

"Oh my god, that's fucking hilarious!" I was dying of laughter, "A video camera? In your bedroom? Girl, you are savage!" On the other end of the line, Heather was cracking up too. "Oh yeah, lots of fun home videos for me to make and force Sissy to watch! Of course, plenty of chances to make sure Brandi is being humiliated enough!” I waved at the camera; “Can you believe she was being fussy?” Heather asked, almost indignantly. “Even though you were being so nice and playing with her!" At first, I thought Heather might be mad about my idea of playing games with Brandi, but nope, she's always down for more sissy humiliation. I swear, my best friend is the queen of tormenting this pathetic loser.

I slyly stroked the head of Brandi's dick, finding his most tender spot. I wanted to make sure Heather notifed his squirming. "He's been acting up lately," I hinted, "Do you see? He can't keep still!" Heather snickered, catching onto my plan. "You know," she exclaimed loudly enough for Brandon to hear clearly on the phone, "Maybe he's just hungry..."

"Leave 'Princess Pampers' in the bedroom and go grab her din-din from the fridge," Heather taunted. The excitement in her voice and the fear in Brandon's face were both so obvious. I just knew this was going to be a blast! I pointed to Brandi and gave him a little pat on the head before strolling down the hallway. "Don't you dare move, sweetheart," I said with a smug smile.

I skipped down the hallway, buzzing with excitement. "What exactly am I looking for?" I asked eagerly. Heather just laughed and said, "oh, you'll know it when you see it." I shrugged and opened the fridge door. My eyes widened in delight, and I let out a little squeal. "No way! Girl, what is this?" I pointed to the four identical baby bottles on the top shelf.

"That's what Baby Brandi will be eating for dinner," Heather said, with a vicious laugh on the phone. The bottles were impossible to miss, each one with a hot pink cap shaped like a penis! The toys were at least three inches in length with prominent veins bulging from them. "Holy shit," I exclaimed in disbelief. "These are even bigger than his penis-paci!" Heather was cracking up. "Gotta give her some practice, right?!"

I grabbed one of the bottles and took a closer look. It was covered in a cutesy Disney Princess pattern, with silver glittery writing that caught my eye. I couldn't help but smirk as I saw it said "Daddy's Little Girl" and had a kiss print next to it! "These are just too perfect for your little sissy," I laughed as I talked to Heather. "I mean, we both know how obsessed she is with her Daddy Conner." she chuckled in agreement.

Heather practically jumped through the phone with excitement before I could ask her what was in the bottles. "Can you FaceTime me when you go back upstairs?" she eagerly asked, adding how feeding Brandi was her favorite part. I couldn't help but giggle at her excitement. "Should I warm it up for her first?" I asked. "Oh, no, no!" Heather replied in her sweet mommy voice. "It's better when it's cold. Makes her drink it slower. And that's more fun for us!"

"Okay then..." I chuckled, heading back to the bedroom. Brandi was quite the sight, dressed up in that cute onesie and choking on a penis-shaped pacifier. And let's not forget the vibrator attached to his tiny dick and the cum-filled diaper underneath him. Heather really knows how to break a man. "Time for dinner, Sissykins!" I sang out, connecting with Heather on FaceTime and placing the phone beside the bed.

I let out a wicked laugh as I removed the Hitachi wand from Brandon's sissy stick and pulled him closer to me, forcing his head onto my lap. With my hand covering my mouth in mock surprise, I cooed, "Oh my, look what I’ve got for you! Cuckysitter Lyndsey has your ‘yum yums’!" I pulled out a bottle from behind my back and taunted Brandi with it, pretending to be excited. "Are you hungry, sissy? Of course you are!" I held the bottle above his head, swirling its contents and sneering down at him. Poor sissy looked defeated and broken; she had long given up resisting. But this wasn't about making her submit anymore; it was all about having a little more fun and tormenting her as much as possible.

“Is my sissy girl ready for din-dins?” Heather's voice reached through the FaceTime call as I saw her sitting up in bed, with a sheet strategically wrapped around her chest and her hair in a sexy mess. "Girl, did you just finish round 3?!" I exclaimed in surprise. "Round 4, actually... he finally passed out," Heather replied, raising an eyebrow at me. Smirking, I glanced down at Brandi and teased, "Good luck ever getting her to see you as a real man again, Sissy!" Heather rolled her eyes and confidently reminded Brandi that he would only ever be just a sissy doll for us girls to play with. "What's in the bottle?" I finally asked, dying to be let in on the secret. "Well," Heather laughed, her eyes sparkling with delight. "It's a special formula."

Heather gave me a coy little smile and casually shrugged, "It's really just a liquid-only diet for Brandi. You know, little babies can't handle solid foods. And protein is essential for them to grow into big girls. Oh, and of course it's thick and creamy, but just a little salty..." She showed off a used condom in front of the camera, laughing as Brandon starred up at me in horror and humiliation.

"No freakin' way!" I squealed with excitement, almost leaping off the bed before putting Brandi's head back in my lap. Heather's grin spread across her face, very proud of herself. "She guzzles it all down, like, three times a day!" I was in disbelief, my jaw practically hitting the floor as I gazed down at the humiliated cum drinker in my lap. I turned to Heather with a shocked expression. "You can't be serious," I scoffed. "Oh, I am dead serious, sis," Heather laughed. "This is Conner's cum and that little cum slut drinks it!"

I held the bottle over Brandi's head and laughed. "Big cock, big loads I guess," I teased, swirling the contents of the bottle around again. "Look Brandi, this is what a real man's jizz looks like." Heather continued the humiliation quickly, adding in; "not like your little squrities little girl. Daddy Conner gets to shoot his real man loads inside of me, not sissy Pampers." I leaned my head in close, scolding Brandi through giggles; "You deserve this," I jeered. "You deserve to drink the cum of the man that is fucking your girlfriend. You're not a real man; you're not even an adult. "You're a diaper-wearing sissy little girl."

"Since Brandi's been acting so naughty lately," Heather giggled mischievously, "I have a special surprise for her. Look at how delicious your dinner looks, Sissy!" I dangled the bottle in front of Brandi's face as her ex-girlfriend spoke. "I've had these in the fridge for a week now. And they're extra thick, just for you. It's going to take you forever to suck all of them down!" I grabbed a handful of Sissy's hair and pulled her head back, using my elbow to steady her. "You'll be chugging all of this, Miss Pissy Pampers. All four bottles." BrandI'd eyes widened with fear and his cheeks burned red with embarrassment. 

Heather couldn't contain her moans as she watched her sissy be tormented in front of her. "Fuck, Lyndsey, this is so hot. Watching you dominate Brandi really gets me wet," she confessed. I couldn't help but grin, knowing I had an audience. "Well, sissy, looks like you have a new role in life. Misery suits you well, loser. And if your Mommy gets tired of using you for her own amusement, maybe she’ll give you to a real man and you'll be stuck in that pink chastity device for eternity, sucking dick. You're nothing but a living sex toy now, just there to please your mommy."

"Mmm, don’t stop..." Heather's voice grew deeper as her hands moved underneath the covers. I made a note to myself to research this femdom stuff - maybe Heather would take notice. "Oooh," I murmured silently, formulating wicked ideas to make Heather hot and torment the helpless sissy. "I want to watch Daddy Conner bounce you on his strong knee," I said with an evil smirk. "I want to see that little chastity cage flopping while a real man forces you to bounce in a dirty diaper with a big plug in your sissy bottom! What do you think, babes?" I turned and looked toward my phone. Heather was touching herself, moaning softly, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "I want to see you bounce up and down like a little baby, moaning behind your pacifier while you feel his strong manhood against your sissy pussy…”

Heather was right on the edge of orgasm. "Oh my god," she gasped, getting hotter. "Make him suffer," she commanded as she watched me grab the pacifier from Brandi's mouth. He resisted, struggling against my grip. "Come on, sissy," I teased. "I know how much you love having a cock in your mouth, but you're just too fussy. You must be hungry," I taunted as I covered his nose and waited for him to gasp for air. And when he did, I forcefully inserted the bottle into his mouth, squeezing it, pressing against his Adam's Apple, forcing him to swallow.

"Open wide," I taunted, "here comes Daddy..." I squeezed the base of the bottle and watched Brandon's eyes bulge. “Aww, sissy, you look hungry!" I could feel him resisting, squirming in my lap and attempting to block the cum flowing from the bottle with his tongue. "Oh no you don't, Brandi," I teased, massaging his throat with my hand. "Proper girls swallow, young lady!" He struggled for a moment longer and then swallowed, realizing he had no other option. "Good girl, you swallow all the jizz like the good little whore you are!"

Heather was moaning her head off, shaking visible. She finally came, all while Brandon was just getting started on that tasty cum. I took the bottle from him and shoved it back in his mouth over and over, making him suck on the cock-shaped tip. "Aww, look at you go," I taunted. "Sucking and swallowing like a pro." Heather, still recovering from her orgasm, licked her lips. "That was amazing!" I playfully winked at her and replied, "Oh, just wait until you get home. You can really show your gratitude there."

"Mmm, show my gratitude, huh?" Heather said with a seductive giggle. "What did you have in mind?" I playfully shrugged, a wicked smile spreading across my face. I squeezed the bottle again, forcing more of the thick liquid into the sissy's mouth. "Let's see how tired you are when you get home," I wink, causing Heather to giggle again. "I would love that. But that poor girl sissy, she'll have no choice but to watch. How terrible for her," Heather said with a mischievous grin. I pulled the bottle away and squeezed it gently, drizzling the cum onto Brandi's face. "Oops!" I laughed mockingly. Then, with a cruel smirk, I smeared the jizz onto his nose and lips. "There we go, now you look like a proper little cum whore, huh?" I taunted. "Now, let it dry on your face like a good girl. Stick your tongue out, sissy. Really work for Daddy's cum. Show me how badly you want it..."

As poor little Brandi tried to keep his long lost dignity, I made him swallow the load of some other dude who was fucking his girl. Heather and I just carried on our conversation like he wasn't even there. "It would be such a pity," I snickered, forcing more cum down his throat. "If Brandi had to watch his hot girlfriend, who won't even touch him, and her gorgeous friend gettin' it on." Heather chimed in, joining in on the teasing. "Maybe we should shower together. Sissy here would have to just stand outside and listen to us." 

"Aww," I pouted, "that's no fun. It would be even bitchier if we made him stand in the corner of the shower and watch while we played. Maybe he could even help us soap up and then we can clean each other off." Heather threw her head back and moaned, "Mmm, it has been quite a while since..." 

I held up a finger and wiggled my eyebrows playfully. "Shh, babe," I interrupted Heather, "let's not spoil the surprise for the sissy just yet!" Heather laughed. "We really are full of surprises, aren't we?" Heather told me even more about her endless fuck session as I finished feeding Brandi her bottle and then we said our goodbyes. "Maybe you'll find out what else the big girls have been up to," I wink down at her. "She does have a birthday coming up..." Heather teased mysteriously before hanging up.

As sissy laid in my lap, I gently stroked her head. "Oh, poor little thing," I said in my sweet baby talk. "Looks like someone's had too much to drink." I playfully shook the bottle over his face and smeared the excess on his lips. "But that's okay, every cum whore loves a good facial, right?" I placed the sissy back on the bed, rolling him over onto his stomach, and stood up. "Enjoy your little nap, sissy. Mommy will probably need you to clean her up when she gets home from her date with Daddy."

The end…for now.

[deceitfuldevout]

Pity Party

Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Runaway!Reader

Word Count: +2,232

Warning(s): +18, Non Con, Mentions of emotional neglect, Stalking, Kidnapping, Reader is sheltered and has no survival skills, Lloyd being a total creep. Also corny alerrrt.

Author's Note(s): Inspired by yet another Melanie song and idc. Didn't spell check and still don't care! Not a Lloyd fan just bored and started writing.

You were sick of having to take orders from your parents. Sick of trying so hard to be the perfect child. Attending every dance recital, achieving perfect scores, getting into a great college. Only for them to disregard the one day you ask from them. It's one thing for your parents to forget a tournament or anniversary, it's another when it's your birthday.

You cried all morning, locked up in your bedroom. As you lit the candles you thought, did they even care? Hell, did they even bother to see if you were alive?! And no, this wasn't just a small thing. It was the only thing you asked for this year. No presents, no extravagant party, just for them to show up. But when your father cancels last minute for another 'emergency' meeting, it broke your heart. They would never learn. You blew out the candles, wishing to never see them again.

Sometimes you were positive they were purposely going out of their way to avoid you. That's why you've saved them the trouble of doing so, packing only a backpack before sneaking out. You'll save them the trouble of dealing with your existence. That's how you landed at a park all the way across town. Seated on a swing set as you cried to yourself. A forever nomad in your own world, with parents who never understood you.

You check your phone, It was only a few minutes this cursed day was over. Since the day you were born your parents had decided everything for you. Everything from the day you were born had been planned out. From the start to the finish. You could predict exactly how each day went by in your sheltered little life. But tonight would be worse than you could ever imagine. He'll make sure of it.

Stalking you in the dead of night was a lone wolf. Lloyd made sure to hide in the shadows whilst keeping a close eye on the unsuspecting woman. He takes a dab of his pen. Breathing as much of the concentrated water before showtime. He tosses it to the ground, still keeping his eyes on the target. Now what's a girl like you doing out here?

In his eyes, You weren't a grown woman with her own independent thoughts. But a stupid, stupid girl who didn't know any better. He'd set you straight. It'd take some time but you'll learn fast. Shit..what time was it? 11? 12? He checks his watch. About ten til midnight.

He notices a heavy look of sleep had crept on your face. You fight against the urge to yawn. He'll fix that. A pretty little thing like you should have a fixed curfew. Can't let any of the bad men find you. God, forbid you found anyone else like him. He grins from ear to ear. Already imagining you all tied up and stuffed in his trunk. His favorite role play.

What you wore made him audibly groan. He could see the top of your blouse unbuttoned. You wore a loose-fitted summer outfit. One that amplified your figure. He takes note of how your knees press together. Stern on remaining shut. It was a telltale sign of innocence. You must've been raised a lady. Were you a virgin? He sure hopes so. He's never had one before and part of him hopes to soon.

The streetlight reflects off of you in an angelic way. Why the hell were you doing here at this time? More specifically, what the hell were you doing on this side of the city? You hung your head, letting out faint sobs. He sees a backpack and puts two-and-two together. Poor thing must've run away from home. But don't worry, he'll take you in. He'll take you over and over again.

Who knows when another opportunity like this may happen? He had this primal urge to do one thing and one thing only: Hunt. He's a natural-born predator. Trained in the art of stalking prey. You've given him no choice. Teasing him at this late hour. He needs to act on his needs first before anything else. You'll understand soon enough.

"Hey Sunshine." There he was, your very own boogeyman. He starts off with his soft voice, almost sounding concerned, "Are you lost?" the voice is coming from in front of you. Looking up to see the stranger. A man, seemingly in his thirties, dressed in business casual attire, "You waiting on somebody?" he leans in, almost a little too close for comfort. How the did he manage to get so close without making any noise?

"N-no sir." You lean back. Something about him hadn't felt right. In fact, nothing about him felt right. He reeks of danger. He smiles at your response, as if you had given him the right answer, "Good. Then no one will come looking." stepping forward.

"Wait! Wait my parents! They're waiting for me!"

"I thought you said you didn't have any family." his voice sounded more like an accusation. You clutch the chains of the swing, "I...I--"

"I-I-I is not a good answer." he pokes fun at your stutter.

Your eyes grew at the man's response. You stare at him like a deer caught in headlights as your feet now touch the ground. You're off in a split second, making a dash for the street. You felt a strong pair of arms push you from behind, causing you to fall to the ground. You scramble to sit up, turning around to see the perpetrator.

There he stood close to the shadows. Basking in it's embrace as he gazes down at you. He smiles, his eyes squinting slightly. Everything about it seemed nerve wrecking. Although you grew up sheltered. It's didn't take a genius to know danger was--is here. You look up at him with beady eyes and trembling lips.

He notices your eyes starting to water. Oh...you poor thing. He can't help but chuckle at your reaction. Of course, you wouldn't know what to do. You weren't prepared to ever receive this sort of treatment. But today's your lucky day. As you begin to crawl back he takes a step forward. He crouches down to grip an ankle, yanking you across the ground. You wince from the friction, skin now burning.

You flip over to crawl away. That's when he pounces. His body now flush against yours. He coos in your ear, "Now where do you think you're going hm?" his voice raspy with lust. His body now pinning yours to the ground. With one hand around your neck and the other lifting up your skirt. Your fingers dug into the dirt, trying to drag yourself away from the perpetrator. He caught both your hands together and pins them. Hearing his belt unbuckling causes ice to run through your veins.

Lloyd secures both yours wrists in a firm grip while fastening them in place. He huffs, "There." panting from the struggle. His hair now a mess. Fixing it can wait. Right now he wants to enjoy his prize. He reaches underneath your skirt, securing his hands around the waistband before pulling down. He groans in disbelief. Never had you felt so weak. This was it, the day you've dreaded since you were a little girl.

Never had Lloyd seen such a pretty pussy. All for him. He sloppily tongues at your folds, dragging his pink muscle along your hole, brushing against the bud a few times before returning to the crease. He collects a thick wad of spit before hacking it on your cunt. Your thighs shook from the sensation. Heat suddenly began to pool at your core. What was he doing?? What in the world was that!?

Moments later you feel a whole new sensation. Something much bigger. No..no! Your eyes began to bulge as he starts to push. This man was going to kill you. If he keeps going he'll rip you in half!

"N-no! nononononononono! W-wait! Please!"

You let out a panicked cry. There was no way that could--would fit. For a moment you couldn't hear or feel anything. Hell, you couldn't even think of anything other than what was about to happen. This man was going to take what he wanted and there is nothing you can do to stop him. You should've never ran away from home.

You felt a deep pit in your stomach. That's when he began to push in. It all happened so fast yet felt like an eternity at the same time.

He began to grind his hips in a rhythem that matched his preference. But there was something about your snatch that has him absolutely whipped. His fingers dip into the flesh of your hips. He starts to pick up pace, plowing in and out your abused channel. Cursing to himself to keep going, almost caving into the warm embrace., "Fuck!" he groans. You felt amazing. He was thankful for how responsive you were.

His rough hands grip your neck, securing you in place as he thrusts deeper in. He strikes your breasts a few times before continuing onto your mound. His fingers spread your folds to tug at your poor bud. Causing a high-pitched squeal to escape your lips. For a moment you felt light headed, spots began to blur in the corner of your vision. This is how your fate would end. There would be no knight in shining armor in this story. He never considered himself to be prince charming. Then another wave of pleasure hits you. Causing all air to escape your lungs.

Your pussy milked him dry. He could physically feel his balls draining each time you'd orgasm. Lloyd wanted more. He needs more. He lifts you up and into his lap, thrusting his thick cock into your leaking channel, “C’mon now princess…open up for me.” he juts his hips up, “Ride me. I said RIDE!” his hand swats at your rear. Causing you to recoil from it. No matter how much you squirmed, you couldn't release yourself from his iron grip.

With his stamina It wasn't going to end anytime soon. You might as well comply, carefully lifting your hips up and down with the little energy you had left. He hums from the sensation, "Hmm that's right. Don't fight it." he licks his fingers, rubbing at your poor bud just to feel you cream. He swings his head back, holding back his groan, "Oh fuck!" his face now a vibrant flush. His voice is raspy, "You were stupid enough to run away. Even more for choosing this side of the city."

"P-please let me go-"

"Shut up." he grips your jaw, growling, "Shut the fuck up or I'll take your ass next." he can feel you tightening around him, "Yeah...yeah take it just like that. Like a fuckin whore."

"M-m'notawhore..." you whine. He yanks back your hair, eliciting a cry from your lips, "Ow! Ow! Please stop!" you sob. He growls in your ear, "You're a whore if I say you are. You speak when I tell you to, and when I tell you to jump all I wanna hear is 'how high'. If you say anything else I'll kill you right now." he sneers, gripping the sides of your face until it hurt. You whine from the pressure, letting out a deep sob.

Lloyd shoves you to the grown before thrusting back in. He absolutely indulged in that glassy look in your eyes. A light of hope dying inside. Your arms flail to cover your intimacy. You squirm from underneath him.

At that moment, he hadn't even realized it began raining. Soon enough the water began to flood the park. And this...this monster. This beast decided it would be him to take you. Whether or not you'd be compliant didn't matter. He ruts into you like the behemoth that he was. Thick wads of his spunk leak from your sore channel. You softly cried as you collapsed to the ground. Finally giving out.

He catches his breath. His nose brushes against the back of your neck, licking a stripe against the exposed skin. Salty yet at the same time sweet. He thought for a moment you would've died. You sure sounded like it. The flailing and squirming around with your little tantrum. What felt like forever only took several minutes. Seven minutes of your life you can never take back.

Lloyd looks at his wrist watch. About a minute til midnight. Right on time. He had to wrap this up anyways, can't have your parents waiting. See, he would've brought you home, all you had to do was comply. Lloyd was hired by your old man to track you down. His little lesson may have gone a bit overboard. But how would you ever know if not the hard way. His way.

"Please just...bring my baby home!"

That was the last thing your mother said to Lloyd before he left in search of you.

Whatever your parents didn't know, couldn't hurt them. Shit...he'd have to come up with one hell of a story. A decoy body maybe. Sure, you'd hate him at first. Maybe even forever. He couldn't care less. Don't you see? This was for your own good. Sluts like you had to learn somehow. He takes a drag from his pen, knowing full well he wanted a cigarette so fucking bad.

He chuckles at how easy it was to break you. Not so strong and independent now are we? It took your parents 20+ years to make the perfect girl. Their protégée child, It only took Lloyd several minutes to break you.

He surprised even himself for what had happened. You're supposed to be his mission, and he never fails a mission. His record had been spiff-clean since becoming a private contractor. He chuckles, as if it would change anything. His reputation was nothing less than impressive, a little hiccup wouldn't ruin him if he covers his tracks.

He lifts you into his arms, carrying you bridal style into his car. Carefully securing you in the back seat. It was easy with you already out. He sprawls you across the backseat since the doors only open from the outside. He sits in the driver's seat and starts the car.

Lloyd finger combs his wet hair back, eyeing you through the rearview mirror. He takes note of your shivering. Groaning with annoyance as he turns on the heat. He knows he's not pussy whipped. He just likes toying with you that's all, right?

Fuck it. He's going to keep you. He deserves something special this year. After all it was his birthday.

[kelyon]

Courtship 21/21: Happily Ever After

Mr. and Mrs Gold do what they'll do for the next 28 years

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On the first morning of the rest of her life, Mrs. Gold woke up in chains. The leather cuffs Mr. Gold had given her on their wedding night pressed against her wrists like his own strong hands. Eyes closed, she listened to the scrape of the metal chain against the iron rails of the bed in the cabin. There was enough slack that she could bring her hands to her chest and hug herself under the blankets.

She ached more than should have been possible. Not just in the various places where Mr. Gold had fucked her, but everywhere. Bobby pins scraped against her scalp. There were blisters on her heels from all her dancing. Muscles burned in her arms and legs. Her tight wedding dress scratched and dug into her skin. Her ribs ached from her corset and her head was pounding. Was this a hangover? Or was it some other result of the best night of her life?

Either way, the pain was worth it. Some of it was a pleasure all by itself, but even the sensations she didn’t like were a fair trade for what she got in return. She was Mrs. Gold! That was worth a little exhaustion, a little feeling like she’d been run over by truck. In this new life, bites and bruises were marks of affection and honor. It followed that sore feet and aching bones were just a sign of a good time. 

She rolled from her stomach to her back, twisting the chain. Where was Mr. Gold? He wasn’t in the bed. A folding screen separated where she was from the rest of the cabin. She couldn’t see him and she couldn’t exactly get up and look for him. 

As if in answer, the smell of coffee wafted over to her. Then cooking oil, and a propane stove. If she concentrated, she could hear the faint sloshing of a liquid being whisked, the subdued clatter of a silverware drawer, the steadily uneven gait of Mr. Gold walking on his cane.  

She sighed in relieved satisfaction. 

“Mr. Go-old?” She stretched out his name until it was half a whine and half a song. 

After a moment, his footsteps crossed the length of the one-room cabin. He stood at the foot of the bed, fully suited, wiping his hands with a towel. 

“Are you awake already, pretty thing? I thought I would have exercised you better than that last night.”

“Oh you did, Mr. Gold!” Smiling, Mrs. Gold tossed her head back on the pillow. She wiggled out from under the blankets to show off her body. “I just can’t sleep because of how much I want more.”

He shook his head. “Wanton creature,” he tutted. “You’re a slave to your appetites as much as you are to me.”

Stepping closer to the bed, he ran the back of his hand against her leg, calf to thigh. Her stockings had stayed in place all night, held up by her garters. Mr. Gold stroked her up and down, always stopping before he reached the hem of her skirt. She tried to spread her legs wider. She hitched up her hips in invitation. He was so close to her, so close to giving them both what they wanted.

“I’ll give you a choice.” His voice was so low she almost didn’t hear it. “If you want me to touch you right now, if you want me to make you come, then you’ll have to stay in this bed until I’ve satisfied both of us--which I’m sure you know won’t be for several hours.”

A shudder went through the whole of her body. 

“Or,” Mr. Gold went on, “you can let yourself out of these cuffs. It should be easy enough, even while you’re wearing them. Then I’ll allow you to eat breakfast and clean yourself up a little before I ruin you again.”

Mrs. Gold whined, then recovered herself enough to speak. “Do you promise?”

“Promise what?”

“Promise you’ll ruin me? Even if I don’t stay chained up?”

Looking down at her, Mr. Gold grinned. He bent down and kissed her, slow and soft.

“Your chains are in your mind, my dear. Even if I never restrained you again, you would always bind yourself to my pleasure.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, exactly. I’m always yours, Mr. Gold. No matter what.”

Still smiling fondly, Mr. Gold rubbed his hand over her curves. “So you do want to be let out?”

“I want to be with you. If you’re having breakfast in the kitchen, that’s where I want to be.”

“Mm-hmm.” He kept touching her. “And do you want to be naked, or do you want to keep wearing your pretty dress?”

Mrs. Gold bit her lip. “I, um… I’m not sure. This dress has gotten dirty, and it’s not very comfortable. But--but I don’t want to freeze either.”

He grazed his fingers over her neckline, where he had come on her last night. Most of it had landed on her skin, but a few drops had stained the beads and sequins. Mr. Gold found the white-on-white spots and outlined them with his fingertips. Then he flipped her over to see what he had left on her back. There was more here, from after he had fucked her in the ass.

“So dirty,” he chuckled. He clapped his hand against her ass--not quite a spanking, but a confident grasp of ownership. “Keep it on for now, you filthy girl. I’ll give you something to change into after you’re clean.”   

He turned away, and left Mrs. Gold to unchain herself. The leather cuffs were fastened with a buckle, like a belt. There were no locks or anything to keep them on. When she was out, she left the cuffs on the chain tied to the bed. They hung from their golden o-rings like charms on a bracelet. It all took less than a minute.  She could have gotten out whenever she wanted. 

But she didn’t want to until Mr. Gold said it was allowed.  

In the privacy behind the bedroom screen, Mrs. Gold stretched herself awake. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and tried to comb her fingers through her hair. She had packed a brush when she’d prepared for this honeymoon. Where was that little bag? Where was her toothbrush? As much as Mr. Gold liked deriding her for being dirty, he would still want her to start the day looking presentable and smelling nice. She had to be some level of pristine if he was going to ruin her. 

“Is there plumbing out here?” 

Mr. Gold seemed too sophisticated to go anywhere that didn’t have running water, but it was possible that flushing toilets were less important to a man than they were to a woman. 

“Around the back,” he answered from the kitchen. “Don’t shower yet, but be sure to wash your hands.”

The bathroom was tiny, just a shower stall, toilet, and sink. Her things were laid out around the sink like they had always been there. Her toothbrush was in a holder next to Mr. Gold’s. It all looked right. She really did belong here, with him. 

Mrs. Gold got as ready as she could, then went back into the kitchen. Mr. Gold was toasting a slice of dry bread on the stove. A small table was home to one chair, one table setting, and one mug of black coffee. Obviously, that was where Mr. Gold would sit. 

What was she supposed to do? He had talked about breakfast like they would both be eating. Had she misunderstood? The mistake people made with Mr. Gold was believing what they thought he meant instead of what he actually said. Her husband was a man for technicalities and trifles, for abiding by every letter of the law while completely disregarding the spirit. 

She stood awkwardly at the edge of the kitchen space, waiting for him to notice her. When he finally did, his eyes glinted. He came over to her, wrapped one arm around her waist, and gave her a kiss to take her breath away.

“Good morning, Mrs. Gold,” he purred. “Get on your knees.” 

Relief flooded her as she slipped from his arm down to the floor. There was nothing awkward about kneeling, about knowing that she had to kneel. This was her place, this was what he wanted. She never had to question it.

“Thank you, Mr. Gold,” she said softly.

He made a pleased sound then went back to the stove.

“Crawl to the table,” he called without turning around. “I want you to kneel at my feet.”

“Yes, Mr. Gold.”

There was a hole in one of her white stockings. Sometime last night, her knee had scraped against the rough wooden floor. She would have to get better at crawling, if Mr. Gold really liked it that much.

She knelt by his chair, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She looked up at her husband as he worked. He cooked the toast until it was black, then slid it onto a plate next to something white and green. He put his plate on the table, then went back to get a small bowl, which he placed on the ground in front of her. Inside the bowl were yellow eggs, wrapped around a dark green mush.

“I used to have to throw away the yolks,” he said as he sat down. He nodded at her bowl. “But now I have a less wasteful way to dispose of them. Eat up.”

As he cut into his egg white omelet, Mrs. Gold stared at him. Was she not going to get silverware? Had he meant to give her some and forgotten? Was she supposed to fetch it herself?

“Um?”

Mr. Gold looked at her quizzically, apparently confused by her confusion. 

“You may pick up the food with your hands or eat from the bowl like a dog,” he explained patiently. “Be grateful I’m giving you a choice today, Mrs. Gold.”

Oh.

Her face burned, more from embarrassment than shock. What an idiot she was to need him to explain that to her. Of course he hadn’t forgotten to give her silverware. Mr. Gold wouldn’t forget anything. He didn’t give her silverware because she didn’t deserve to use it. Just like she didn’t deserve to eat at the table with him. Groveling at his feet was the most she would ever be good for. 

Mr. Gold knew how worthless she was. She didn’t have to pretend to be anything more than his thing. That must have been why it was so easy to lower her gaze and put her hands on the floor. Bending forward, she kissed his shoes.

“Thank you, Mr. Gold,” she said softly. 

Then she ate her egg yolks and spinach out of the bowl. Just like the animal Mr. Gold knew she was.

****

After breakfast, Mr. Gold permitted her to stand up and take a shower. When she got back, he had laid out a line of lingerie sets on the bed. They were all different styles and colors and materials--leather and silk and velvet, black and pink and red. One even seemed to be made entirely of rhinestones. 

“Never saw these at Sugar’n’Spice,” Mrs. Gold said as she looked at them. 

“It’s remarkable what you can get from the right catalogs. Speaking of which…”

Mr. Gold began to take out other items from a burgundy suitcase on the ground. The more he brought out, the wider Mrs. Gold’s eyes got.

Some of these toys and tools, she knew what they were called and what they were used for. Some of them she had to guess. Very, very few had she ever seen before, though she had read about them. Lacey French’s romance thrillers teased at things like floggings and gags, and no good slave story was complete without a collar. Of course, the virginal heroines of those stories had quivered with fear at such implements, not in desire. 

Lacey French had spent her nights devouring fantasies of gear like what Mr. Gold was setting out before her. In real life, she had never so much as seen a dildo before, let alone used one. Not to mention the variety in sizes and colors and shapes. They took up the whole bed! Butt plugs and paddles and all kinds of restraints. Tools of pleasure, tools of pain, Mr. Gold handled them all like an expert. 

“Fuck,” she whispered.

He grinned. “Yes, that is the idea, Mrs. Gold.”

“Wh--” she sputtered. “What do you want me to do?”

“Well you need to dress first, of course.” He set the top of his cane against a lingerie set. It was gauzy, forest green, the same color as his tie. “And make sure you wear these.” He picked up a pair of nipple clamps--gold, of course, with round weights dangling from the ends. “I’ll let you pick out which dildo you want to start with.”

“Start with?”

He gave her a warm look of amusement. “Take your time,” he said. “Make yourself pretty, make yourself ready. Then come join me in the living room.”

“Okay,” her voice shook, then she pulled herself together. “I mean, yes, Mr. Gold.” 

****

Making herself pretty calmed her and excited her all at once. She went through the familiar routine of putting on makeup--dark and heavy eyes, with slut-red lips. Then she took the most expensive perfume sold at Dark Star Pharmacy and spritzed herself--on her neck, on her wrists, in her hair, and a little bit over her well-shaved mound. Mr. Gold would probably like that, and if he didn’t he would let her know. He would tell her everything he liked, everything she had to be, for the rest of her life.

She left her hair down, and put in a little mousse to make her curls more soft and manageable. Mr. Gold never seemed to like her hair, but he never seemed to dislike it that much either. At least this style would make it easier for her to deal with after he was done doing… whatever he wanted to do to her. 

Fuck, what was he going to do to her?

The lingerie was so flimsy it might as well have been a mist that wafted over her skin. The bra had puffy tulle sleeves and an underwire with a little peplum skirt around it--and nothing else. Apparently this was one of those shelf bras. It left her boobs completely bare. Her unprotected nipples stood out in the cold. No wonder Mr. Gold had chosen this outfit to show off some clamps. 

The clamps reminded her of tweezers, with black rubber grips on the ends. Her nipples were already hard and pointed, all she had to do was open the clamps a little and then let them close around her. They started working her up as soon as she put them on. As she stood in the bathroom, her whole body seemed to lunge forward, leaning into the pull on what had now become the center of her universe.

 Bracing herself against the sink, Mrs. Gold took a deep breath. Then another one. Fuck. The pressure from the clamps was the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. It was impossible to know what she was feeling, only that she was feeling.

God, she was feeling everything.

When she was able, she looked herself in the mirror. It took a little tweaking to make sure the clamps were on straight. Touching them even that much was enough to drive her to the edge. The weights swung on her breasts, and every movement rippled out into the rest of her body in an endless echo of pleasure. Fuck, if it weren’t for Mr. Gold’s rule about coming without permission…

The panties he wanted her to wear were crotchless, with a little skirt just like the bra. The skirt was only around the back, and only long enough to drape over her ass. The whole outfit was loose and flouncy, almost innocent. It was like a porn parody of something a princess would wear in a fairy tale. An enchanted ball gown with nothing to cover up how wet she was, what a shameless whore she was.

Before she went out to meet Mr. Gold, she had to pick out a dildo. Some items in the collection were too big to think about, even for her. Longer than her forearm, wider than she could get a hand around, weirdly bumpy and ridged--it was a lot to imagine going inside her body, at least not without Mr. Gold guiding her through every inch. For her first time with a sex toy, she wanted to start small. 

She stayed away from the dildos that were anatomically accurate. Choosing a toy that looked like another man’s cock felt disloyal to Mr. Gold. If he told her to use any of these, of course she would obey. But he had allowed her a choice today. She wanted to make the right one.  

In the end, she picked up a small length of glass that tapered to a rounded point. It was about the size of her hand, with a globe of pure blue on the holding end. Swirls of cobalt decorated the solid interior. The dildo was heavy in her hand, sturdy, but still small enough that it would be comfortable wherever Mr. Gold told her to put it.

When she came out from behind the screen, Mr. Gold was sitting in an easy chair by the iron stove. He was looking over a collection of loose papers, marking different places with a pen. He had the same look of concentration and triumph on his face that other people would give to a challenging crossword puzzle.

This time, Mrs. Gold didn’t stand around awkwardly. Mr. Gold’s desires were clear, even if he hadn’t given a specific order. She knew what she was, what was expected of her. Boldly, confidently, Mrs. Gold strutted across the living room to kneel at her husband’s feet and kiss his shoes. 

Mr. Gold gave her a quiet chuckle. “You’re a fast learner, I’ll grant you that. Stand up and let me look at you.”

She was on her feet in an instant. Her breasts bounced with the sudden motion and Mrs. Gold had to stifle a gasp.

She didn’t stifle it well enough. Mr. Gold saw her face and grinned. 

“Do you like my presents, Mrs. Gold?”

“Yes, Mr. Gold,” she said promptly. “Very much.”

“Now you’re going to show me just how much.” 

He looked her body up and down. His slight nod was enough to make her tear up. She dug her nails into her palms. She couldn’t start crying yet. Later. Later, he would want her to cry. Later she could get all the release she needed. 

“Which dildo did you pick out?”

She held out the blue glass in two hands. Mr. Gold picked it up. “An attractive option. But such a modest size. I would have thought an insatiable slut like you would go straight for the horse cock.”

Mrs. Gold blinked. “Which one was that?”

“You’ll find out,” he smirked. “Lie down on the ground for now. On your back, feet facing me.”

She obeyed. There was a rug on this section of the cabin, a rough, braided oval between the couch and Mr. Gold’s chair. It was rustic and homey in a way that didn’t quite fit Mr. Gold. His mansion in Old Town had soft, expensive Oriental rugs. The skin on Mrs. Gold’s back started to prickle as she lay there. At least it was better than the bare floor. 

“Knees up,” Mr. Gold ordered. “As far apart as you can stand. I want to have a good view of my property.”

“It’s yours,” Mrs. Gold whispered as her dripping cunt stared him in the face. So this was why he had given her crotchless panties. God, he thought of everything! “I’m yours.”

“Yes you are,” he murmured. “That’s why you’re going to obey me, aren’t you, my little wife?”

“Of course,” she whispered. “About everything.”

Leaning down, he placed the dildo on her stomach. 

“For this game, you’re going to tease yourself,” he told her. “You’re going to fuck yourself. You will work yourself up, you will drive yourself mad.” Every sentence, his voice got lower. “And you will not come.” 

Just hearing him say it sent a jolt through her. Clenching her fists against the rug, Mrs. Gold fought off the sensation.

“Oh shit,” she breathed. “This is gonna be hard.”

“That is the idea,” her husband grinned. “And depending on how well you perform for me, you may be rewarded, or you may be… Well, ‘punished’ isn’t really the right word considering the sorts of things you take pleasure in, my deviant. But rest assured, it won’t be something you enjoy. Do you understand?”

Biting her lip, Mrs. Gold nodded. “Yes, Mr. Gold.”

“You will go on for as long as I want you to,” he said. He leaned back in his chair and picked up his papers again. “So I advise you to pace yourself.”

****

She tried to start small, tried not to do anything that would make her lose the game immediately. If she came, she lost. If she came, Mr. Gold would be disappointed in her. He had threatened to punish her, but that barely mattered. Disappointing him was bad enough. Being anything less than what he wanted was unconscionable. Mrs. Gold would never be less than what her husband deserved. 

But it was hard. Just getting ready--just wearing this getup and being told what was expected of her--had wound her up like a spring. It would have been easier if Mr. Gold wanted to force her to orgasm. He could have ordered her to come a hundred times in a row and she would have done it. That would have been a picnic compared to holding herself back.

She ran her hands over her thighs, scraping her skin with her fingernails. The light pain gave her something to focus on, a different type of arousal than the molten need between her legs. She tried to breathe, breathe deep, but her exhale just came out as a shudder. 

“Don’t forget to use the dildo,” Mr. Gold reminded her. 

He was still looking at his papers, or at least pretending to. How much was he actually ignoring her? How long would he be able to ignore her? If she put on a good enough show, surely those papers would lose their appeal.

With one hand, she picked up the dildo, then she opened her folds with the other. Her cunt was hot and sensitive--sopping wet even on the outer edges. She ran the dildo over the slick flesh, and winced. The glass was cool, cold against her heat. The feeling made her hiss and clench and she had to fight against every force inside her that wanted her to come.

Gasping, Mrs. Gold fought her own body. She denied herself pleasure because it pleased Mr. Gold. She was a worthless, lust-crazed animal, but she was his animal. He was training her to be what he wanted, because she belonged to him. If there was anything of value in a trashy slut like her, it was when she did what Mr. Gold said.

She would obey him. She would be good enough for him.

Whining and moaning, she eased the dildo into her cunt. She had to go slowly. Her pleasure was a brimming bucket and she had to carry it without spilling a single drop.

Once the thing was lodged fully inside her, it was actually a relief. The dildo gave her something to clench against when the waves of pleasure overtook her. Like the pain, it was something to focus on. When she took her hands away, part of her had to concentrate on holding onto the toy, keeping it in place. There was a strange peace in that.

She breathed.

“You don’t think you’re done, do you?” Mr. Gold’s voice cut through her stillness.

“No, Mr. Gold,” she answered. “What should I do next?”

“What do you think? Fuck yourself. Use the toy like it’s my cock, dearie.”

She jolted at his words, at his tone, at the contempt he had for her. He was right, of course. He had told her to torment herself. There wasn’t supposed to be peace in that.

“This isn’t big enough to be your cock, Mr. Gold.”

He scoffed. “No, of course not. That’s why that cock can’t make you come, no matter how hard it tries. But I promise you, Mrs. Gold, once you get the real thing in you, you’ll be able to come until you forget your name.”

She moaned. Holding the dildo by the ball on the end, she rocked her hips against it. She had to try to make herself come, but she had to fail. Just like every other man in the world would fail to please her. Only Mr. Gold could make her come. Only his cock could drive her wild. His cock and his hands and his mouth and--

“No!” She squealed as her body seized. Her pleasure spilled out and swept her away.  She tried to stop it, tried to pull herself back. She yanked out the dildo, rolled onto her side--but it wouldn’t stop. It was too late. Crying and whining, she humped the floor, empty and aching but undeniably orgasming. 

She came for an eternity. Mr. Gold didn’t try to stop her. What would be the point? She had already failed. She had already shown him that she valued her own whorish needs over his orders. 

She wept, as she came again and again. It wasn’t fair! She had tried! She wanted to obey him. She wanted to be good enough for him. As the tears overtook the ruined pleasure, she turned away from her husband. Mr. Gold didn’t need to see her like this. She didn’t deserve to have him look at her. 

Fuck. She’d fucked up everything.

When her sobs became sniffles, Mr. Gold’s voice broke through the fog. “Are you quite finished?”

She was sitting on the floor, her arms around her knees. She forced herself to look up at him. “I’m sorry, Mr. Gold.”

He sat back in his chair. His papers were gone. He looked down on her in cold judgment. “Tell me what you’re sorry for.”

Carefully, she got down onto her knees. At least she could do that right. “I’m sorry for coming.” Her voice trembled. “I’m sorry for disobeying your order. I’m sorry for giving in to my body’s instincts. I’m--I’m sorry for ruining the game.”

Mr. Gold cut her off with a shake of his head. “Losing a game isn’t the same as spoiling one, my dear. That’s not something you need to apologize for.”

Mrs. Gold sniffed. “Really?”

He nodded. “Now, don’t misunderstand. You did lose, you did disobey my order. I will punish you for it. And begging for forgiveness was correct. But that’s all in good fun, isn’t it?” Leaning down out of his chair, he held her chin in his hand. He looked her in the eye. “You haven’t done anything that makes me want to stop playing with you.”

She started to shake. “Are you sure, Mr. Gold?”

Grinning, he shook his head. “What a stupid girl you are. You’ll learn to take me at my word, Mrs. Gold. For now, kiss my shoes.”

She fell to the ground in her eagerness to obey. If he was letting her show him affection, then things really were okay. He forgave her. Or maybe there was nothing to forgive. Either way, he still wanted her. She belonged to him. She would always belong to him!

The lesson was firmly set in her mind by the time Mr. Gold told her she could stop. He went back to the bed and she followed him on her hands and knees.

“All these toys,” he told her, “they are your responsibility now. You’ll have to clean them, and care for them, and put them away when we’re done. I want you to make yourself familiar with them, especially the dildos and the paddles. You need to know what you’re getting into when I tell you which one I want to use on you. Do you understand, sweet whore?”

On her knees, she nodded. “Yes, Mr. Gold.”

“Good,” he said. “Right now, I want you to put everything away, back in the suitcase. When you’re done. I want you to make yourself entirely naked, and then lock yourself back into the cuffs. You’ll wait, until I decide I want to fuck you.”

Her toes curled against the wooden floor. “Yes, Mr. Gold.”

“If you had managed to win our little game today, you would have been permitted to come as many times as you wanted, once my cock was inside you. As it is, it seems you need another ‘hands-on’ lesson in self-control.”

Mrs. Gold let out an involuntary whine.

Mr. Gold grinned. “Either way,” he said, “the fun has just begun.” 

[avelnfear]

Chapter One

Masterlist

Danny studied the room, trying to keep their breathing steady. It was a simple room with no furnishings done completely in black, although the floor was black marble and the walls were black wood. A simple black door stood in one wall. There really wasn’t enough in the room to help with their anxiety, so they took to pacing the room. Danny started out on the ground until that simply wasn’t enough, slowly transitioning to floating then to zooming from one side of the room to the other.

As he paced, Danny’s mind drifted, his tail curled and uncurled behind him. He thought back to when he’d first met Jazz, and the instant connection they’d both felt. No one could have imagined how that one meeting would lead to all of this. Danny’d already been tossed around a few towns while waiting to be adopted, some of his paperwork turning up missing or filled out in symbols that didn’t mean anything, and he’d already learned that his voice didn’t always like people by the time he met Jazz. Through the pity of some attendants, he knew some sign and was decently proficient with writing and reading.

Jazz had only been nine, meaning Danny was about seven since no one was really sure when his birthday was. The two of them had quickly become inseparable, maybe because of the short gap between their ages. Over the next eleven years, things had moved fairly quickly, starting with the addition of Tucker and Sam into their little group. The addition should have added a level of separation to the group, but they’d only grown closer. The group got together shortly before Tucker’s seventh birthday.

They’d all learned a lot by separating into groups to do things. Danny and Sam went into gymnastics together, Jazz got lessons on survival and first aid and a couple in hunting, and Tucker learned to be self-sufficient and very good at computers. They all taught each other everything that they could. The four of them also took various martial art and sign language classes, again sharing insight and the like. Maddie thought her kids wanted diverse interests, so she’d signed them up for dance classes as well.

From the outside looking in, it looked like they were preparing for something, gearing up for some massive undertaking that no one could figure out. From the inside looking in, they knew they were preparing for something, but they didn’t know what. Eventually, something changed. The four of them abruptly quit their extra classes the summer before the younger ones’ freshman year. Coincidentally, this was about a month before the completion of the Fenton Portal, an invention designed to break through the dimensional barrier and open a doorway to the Ghost Zone.

Then the portal was completed, and Danny died. His story should have ended there, but he had somehow come back. The next few months had shown the four exactly what they had been preparing for as their town was suddenly open to visitors from the Ghost Zone. The years had flown by in a flurry of fights and training, discovery and working, and trying to keep their grades up. Jack and Maddie had thrown themselves into ghost hunting, not really noticing when Jazz graduated early with Danny following closely behind. 

In the mess of building up for the crowning ceremony, the Fenton Siblings hadn’t really kept tabs on the Fenton Parents, so Danny simply prayed they hadn’t made any questionable inventions while they were distracted. There were hardly any words spoken at FentonWorks as both sides were in a flurry of preparation for various things. Still, Danny had hoped that his parents would have at least thought to check up on their schooling.

Now, on the day of the crowning ceremony, Danny just couldn’t keep still. Clockwork had been its usual cryptic self about why the crowning ceremony was taking place separately from the coronation despite the words meaning basically the same thing in English. That had made Danny very stressed until Pandora and Dora had explained that the crowning ceremony was just to crown him as King until the coronation when he was given the Throne because the Realms wouldn’t last until the preparations could be made to have a proper coronation. 

Danny tried to stop his pacing. He knew that this was a stressful event, knew he usually got out stress through movement, knew that he wasn’t even harming the floor, and knew that they’d already made every possible preparation. However, the pacing session had started to feel different, heavy, in a way that he didn’t really like. It reminded Danny of those times when he was alone at night, that a choking sense that something was missing would drown him, like an unseen tsunami. This sense had only been mixed with several different types of anticipation, and it was hanging heavily in the air around him, making it hard to breathe without completely restricting his breath.

They pondered all of this, thoughts racing as they kept pacing. Flashes of playful growls, brief impressions of blue, and a feeling that was at once peace and loss flickered in and out of focus, dancing in and around the thoughts in their head and the strange pressure flooding their senses. Danny drifted through their thoughts, losing their sense of time as they did, until the sound of their name broke them from their trance.

Looking up, they saw their people standing in the doorway. The familiar sight brought comfort to Danny, and they found themself looking over their friends to double check that everything was okay. Sam chuckled as she noticed what they were doing, popping a hip as if posing for the inspection. Tucker merely smiled, and Jazz shook her head bemusedly.

Sam wore a little bit fancier clothing than usual, a black cropped tank, short black skirt with an ectoplasm green grid on it, dark purple leggings, and black combat boots. Her black bob was cut jaggedly and left to hang around her face. Her bracelets and choker matched, both looking like chains with black capsules in the center of some of the links, hanging from the choker was a red duck candle charm. 

Tucker wore his usual army green cargo pants with extra pockets, brown combat boots, muted mustard long sleeve shirt, and red beret. His red duck candle pin was pinned to the end of his beret. He wore bubble bracelets with the same black capsules as Sam in them. His black half circle glasses were set on his face over a black face mask.

Jazz had needed to dress up a little for her part in the ceremony, so she was wearing a black jumpsuit decorated with teal chain and vines and the rare pair of ectoplasm green eyes. The suit was tucked into black combat boots that had teal lines framing the structure. A short cap hung from her shoulders, Danny’s symbol done in ectoplasm green on the back. At the bottom corner was a red duck candle pin.

Danny had also been told to dress for the occasion, wearing a similar jumpsuit to Jazz except his was decorated with ectoplasm green eyes as the main feature along with silver snowflakes and his neckline was higher, turning it into a turtleneck of sorts. Over this was a cape made to brush the floor whether he walked on it or floated over it, but if he started flying in earnest then it would shrink to the walking size. The inside of the cape was a perfect night sky, like someone had ripped a patch of the sky in order to make it, except for the inside of the hood which was red. The outside of the cape was a black that rivaled the space between the stars in depth. The pin keeping the cape attached was a silver pin in the shape of a crown, the gems in said crown being shaped like stars.

“Is it time?” Danny’s voice was quiet, yet it carried across the room to the three that were still at the door. Sam smiled at him and Tucker gave him a thumbs up as they shifted to let Jazz into the room.

“Yeah little bro, it’s time.” Jazz’s voice seemed very loud in comparison to Danny’s, but there was no mistaking the kind tone it held, matching the expression on her face.

Danny heaved in a deep breath. Sam’s smile turned reassuring as Tucker let his eyes speak his reassurances as they watched Danny approach. Danny felt himself relax as he met with his friends. They assumed the formation, Sam and Tucker in the front, Jazz behind them, and Danny at the rear as they walked out the door. As much as he was relaxing, the strange anticipation-panic-missing was building. 

Since they were already in the Clocktower where the crowning ceremony was to take place, it didn’t take very long to arrive before Clockwork, coincidentally taking just enough time to let the anticipation-panic-missing build while still remaining bearable. Sam and Tucker split off to stand before Clockwork a couple steps off to the side and forward, mirroring each other. Jazz walked in front of him until they were three quarters of the way to Clockwork. There, she turned sideways as he passed, bowing slightly in his direction. As he moved past her, she fell into step behind his left side. Danny stopped before Clockwork, head held high and face carefully blank.

Amusement and pride flickered in Clockwork’s red eyes like a bonfire as it gazed upon him, but its face was otherwise devoid of emotion. “We few are gathered here today to witness a momentous occasion, The Crowning of a King. Historically, every King has treated their Crowning differently. Today is a day that will change nothing yet stand out as a herald of great change. The High King of All Ghosts is a title that goes hand in hand with several others. Including titles received from predecessors, it is my honor to bestow upon you, Phantom, some titles of your own. However, before we get to that, it appears I will say a few more words. What has gone before shall now come again, when the pieces shall finally find their place. All is as it should be. Now,” Clockwork lifts its hands, the Crown appearing between the hands without touching them. “I bestow upon you the titles of The Balance, Endless One, and the Unbound Star. Let these people and this Crown bear witness.” Here, it lowered its hands until the Crown rested on Danny’s head. “With this Ring,” The Ring appears, floating before the finger it will rest on. “And all these people as witnesses, I name you The Balance, Endless One, and the Unbound Star.” 

The Ring slipped onto Danny’s finger, and his glow intensified, growing brighter and brighter as his power surged due to the titles. His eyes were glowing so green that they were gold. Black ice grew around, dimming the glow and acting like a second skin while still obscuring his form. Danny had the weird sense of being able to see what was happening as though from outside of his body.

Clockwork stepped back. “And thus the Crowning is complete.” As one the four people in the room bowed, thumping their fists on the left side of their chests twice. “All hail the High King of All Ghosts!” Clockwork called out.

Once again in unison, Clockwork, Jazz, Sam, and Tucker called out, “The King is Dead! Long Live the King!” Over and over the words rang out, and as they did, Danny felt something build up, flowing out from and into his core. Suddenly, he could feel the Infinite Realms and everything in them in their entirety. He knew something was happening around him, but he couldn’t process it as he felt each and every one of his subjects as they felt the effects of his Crowning.

All too suddenly for Danny’s very overwhelmed brain, his vision went black, but it didn’t stay that way for long as memories began rushing by. Danny didn’t understand what was happening, but it soon clicked that these were his memories from other lives playing on loop. There were only two lives, but they were vastly different. One ended in peace after a long while, and the other ended abruptly after a very short time.

Danny watched as the memories started yet again. Suddenly, with the force of a train, a thought struck him. Jason was who was missing from his life yet causing such a big impact. Maybe the impact was so big precisely because they hadn’t met yet. A tiny voice whispered shortly after that first thought that he’d never found his biological family either.

These two thoughts seemed to trigger a change because he was no longer watching the memories, but living them again. When he’d lived through all his lives again, catching up to his most recent Crowning, Danny snapped back to awareness. The black ice that had been holding him broke off with a resounding crack, revealing that nothing had changed appearance wise despite what some might have thought with the light show earlier. If memory repeated itself, the changes to his appearance would come at the coronation.

Looking around, he was alone in the room, but that was expected since it had probably been a few days since the ceremony. Tucker, Jazz, and Sam had set up one of the adjacent rooms to be a comfortable resting place while they waited for him to stabilize after the massive surge in power that the ceremony brought him. They hadn’t told him which room it was though, but he had a simple fix for that.

Reaching out with Danny’s new-old senses, they easily located their people, quickly and silently moving through the wall. Appearing behind their people, they smirked mischievously. “So.” They started, watching as the room’s occupants jumped.

“Holy dragon plushies, don’t do that, Danny!” Jazz gasped, pushing a hand into her chest as if trying to calm her heart.

“Empty gum wrappers!! Warning would be nice!” Tucker barked out as he pulled himself back into the bean bag he’d fallen out of at the sudden appearance of Danny.

“Pink lacy frills!” Sam gasped, going pale before swiftly recovering. “Ancients, Danny! That wasn’t very nice.”

Danny chuckled for a few seconds, thoroughly enjoying his people’s reactions. “I found out two things. One, the curse on Amity Park that doesn’t allow anyone to swear is a legitimate curse, not a wish from Desiree. As long as you consider yourself from Amity Park, then you can’t swear, regardless of whether or not you were born there or you leave. If Amity Park shaped you at all, you get the fun of developing your own swear language.” His people were now all staring at him, waiting for the second thing he’d figured out. “Secondly, I’m the one who first made Candy Cores in both forms, Khuzbu and Khuzba.”

“Wow!” Tucker said in awe. “Wait a minute, how did you get all of that from one simple ceremony?”

“Well…”

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[ultralightpoe]

Pots and Potions - Steve Rogers

Authors Note: Part 16? Maybe? Sounds right, and it'll be obvious that I just finished Agatha All Along. My poor babies

Warnings: none {Agatha depicted as a villian}

Word Count: 685

Requests: OPEN

~2024 Halloween Event Masterlist

[Thank you for the gif @likamartini ]

ENJOY!

There was a time where mentioning a witch could get you killed, and back when Steve Rogers was still in school they went through an entire session on the Salem Witch Trials. There were still rules back then, rules that you followed to avoid such scandalous things and one of those rules was no speaking of witchcraft.  But it was no secret that he came back to an entirely new world, and this new world was…. Filled with witches. 

During her short explanation one of the assistants had explained some of the dos and don'ts of witchcraft… or better said, How Not To Piss Of A Practicing Witch. Some of these rules ran through his head as he headed to one of the local shops she had recommended. 

Don’t call her a witch. It could be derogatory. 

Never tease the magic. It would be like teasing someones religion. 

And the last but not least never under ANY circumstances mention Agatha Harkness. 

Though he had no clue who that last one was referencing he made sure to remember the name to avoid an accidental slip. 

That didn’t seem to matter because the second he made it to the front door of the building all rules were forgotten. The colorful stained glass of the doors depicting a woman dancing under the phases of the moon was alluring enough as he traced the silver lines holding the stained glass together. 

But it was the woman inside that really drew him in. 

She was stocking the shelves of different colored candles and when he pushed the door open the small jingle of the bell drew her attention quick enough that he felt like even with the super strength it was her that could win the fight. 

“Hello,” He starts, panicking a little as he looks around the room at everything there was to see. From candles to a wall of Tarot cards, oils, crystals, and a very large sign reading ‘AVOID THE WITCHES ROAD’. 

“What’s the witches road?” 

“A curse. Or a prize.” You explain, turning from him to look at the poster before whipping your gaze back. “Honestly I’m not quite sure. My boss put it up. It’s built off this old myth and there is a really cool song. What can I do for you today?”

“Oh, right to the chase.”

“It’s almost like I work here.” You huff a laugh, setting down the last candle before turning to the counter and dragging the box with you to knock it down as he takes another look around rhe room. 

“I can’t sleep, and… well I have this thing that kind of ruins modern medicine.” He begins to explain. “It doesn’t work on me.”

“Because of the super soldier serum? Maybe? Just a thought?” 

“How did you know?” And he feels so stupid when you point at the tv playing to the side displaying the news that proudly displayed him on it. 

“Now are you looking for a spell? Maybe a charm?”

“I was hoping for a potion actually.”

“Then you came in at the best time since I am here.” You smile, nodding your head to show him where to go. “I’m the best with potions in my coven.”

And he asks questions while he watches you work, watching you float around to crumble herbs and smash ingredients to work with. It was magic, nothing else could be said. By the time you finished you handed him three small vials of a slight periwinkle with an excited smile on your face. 

“They should taste like vanilla, and normally they take 3 minutes to work.” You explain, walking around the counter to start ringing him out. “I recommend a blue pillow case for better dreams as well.”

“Noted.”

“And if you need a refill you know where to find me….. You could also come in tomorrow for lunch. If you wanted.”

“I’d love that.” He answers quickly. “So long as you tell me who Agatha Harkness is.”

“Oh, that’s gonna be a long lunch.” You laugh, tossing the potions into a bag and handing it off. “Tomorrow, noon.”

-

[Thank you for the gif @sersi ]

[uh-niran-really]

Hellllloo! Could yu write one with Mauga x Lifeweaver but mauga is damn hurt on a mission pleasseeee :'3 ( welp if you want ! )

Hello! Thank you for giving me something to write!

I’ve never tried writing for Mauga before, so apologies if this isn’t what you were expecting, but I attempted to write something good. Please feel free to request again if this isn’t too your liking and I can try again! Hopefully you like it though!

Niran dashed through the battlefield healing his team and avoiding bursts of damage. He was so fluid in the way he moved, meticulous, graceful. He picked up a lot in his dance lessons with Satya, elegantly flowing like a petal on a breeze.

He took count of his team, making sure the Irish scientist was alright, before turning his attention to the cowboy and archer, both fine, even if a little scratched up. He started to worry when he couldn’t find his tank. He searched around before seeing Mauga cornered by a few enemies. He was trapped with nowhere to go, the edge of a steep cliff his only release. His heart skipped a beat, were they going to force him off the edge?

“Mauga!” He cried out.

Before he could think straight he was running over to help him, avoiding enemy fire and healing his team as he went. He was so close, but Mauga was already in a bad way. He was bleeding heavily from his right arm, face also busted up. Mauga knew he was screwed, but he wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. He wouldn’t allow them to be the ones to put him down.

“Any last words Mauga?” A robotic voice laughed at him, feeling confident in his victory.

“Yeah, I got a few. So long suckers!” With that he turned and jumped off the edge of the cliff, leaving the omnic and his associates very confused. The fall would surely kill him, but it was better than dying to the hands of the enemy. Who knows what they would do to him, or the information they might retrieve.

Niran however had other plans. He tossed a petal platform at his feet, launching himself up in the, jumping at the apex to gain extra height.

“MAUGA!” He yelled, reaching out for him. Mauga looked up and saw a collection of small pink vines moving rapidly towards him, before engulfing in a warm hug. Before he knew it he was being pulled towards Niran, past the enemy and to complete safety.

“A big hug for a large friend!” Niran beamed softly.

“Woah. How did you do that?” Mauga scratched his head, pondering how Niran was able to lift him with such ease. He knew he wasn’t as light as a feather. His guns alone weighed a tonne each.

“Oh. I can’t really say, you’d have to sign an NDA, but that’s just what I’m known for!” Niran produced a healing lotus and targeted his wounds. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah. You really saved my skin out there. Thanks a lot!” He tone warm, appreciative.

Niran grinned, still focused on healing. Mauga smiled too, infected by his positive energy. He watched Niran intently, noticing his soft platinum hair that flowed softly in the wind. He reached out instinctively and touched it, giving it a small rub between his fingers.

“Mmm soft.”

“Why thank you, Mauga.” A small blush creeping across his cheeks. Mauga was intrigued by the Thai man. He was different to most, experienced, adept.

“Niran right? I’ve seen you around. Didn’t realise you were so…”

“Brave? Strong? Handsome?” Niran teased a little. He was just about done patching Mauga up, the injuries were much worse than he first thought. Mauga would have been in critical condition if Niran hadn’t spotted him when he did. As for jumping off the cliff, well, he hate the thought. Mauga was now stable, though extra care would be needed to ensure he didn’t over do it, making the wound worse.

“Heck, all of the above.” Mauga felt the warm healing glow of the biolight. It was tingly, and revitalising. He felt on top of the world again, and it was all thanks to handsome man in front of him.

“Thank you for the compliment, I could say the same to you, though, you are just a tad suicidal.”

The petal platform shattered and Mauga landed on the floor with a thud, whilst Niran landed with such beauty and grace.

“Oh apologies! These platforms don’t last too long in their current state.” He offered a hand to his companion, another warmer smile danced at his lips.

“Maybe you could let me take you out to make up for it?” Mauga chuckled, accepting his hand up. Niran was surprisingly strong for his build. Impressive.

“Of course, but only if you promise you’ll take it easy today, and do be sure to stay close, hmm.” Niran looked up at him with a small smoulder, eyes glistening. “Now, let’s hurry and finish this mission, yes?”

“Whatever you say cutie.” A newly motivated tank remarked, before roaring into battle.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

Valentines Day date w Gojo Satoru at home 🫣🌶

You mean I get to spend the day with my fictional boyfriend and dont have to deal with any of the valentines day crowds? sign me the fuck UP.

Now Presenting...

Starring Satrou Gojo, some good ol cunnilingus, and a little Dirty Dancing.

You had always been a homebody, and luckily for you, your boyfriend had been as well. You smiled as you saw Satoru return from your kitchen holding a bottle of wine and two glasses. He sat them on the coffee table as he sat next to you on the couch, opening the bottle as he looked to see what you chose to watch. “Dirty Dancing?” he asked, pouring your drink.

“Yea, I figured it fit the occasion” you smiled, “It is Valentines day after all.”

“When you’re right you’re right beautiful” He smiled, settling into the couch and gesturing for you to press play. 

By the time the two of you had gotten to the “Love is Strange” scene, you were already a bottle and a half of wine in and were laughing at things that weren’t even jokes, giggling at the way Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey crawled to each other.

“God, this dance is so ridiculous” Gojo giggled, his red face making the room glow. It drew a warm smile out of you.

“Really?” You asked, tilting your head as you stood up on admittedly uneasy legs. “I think it’s…kinda sexy.” you shrugged. 

“Really now?” Gojo asked, adjusting himself to get a better look at you. You took out your phone and started to play strange love, your hips starting to sway as you gently tossed your phone to the coffee table. 

“Really.” you winked, inviting him to join you. He took the invitation, rushing to move to you and place his hands on your hips. His hands which you quickly moved to your shoulders. “Not so fast, Lover boy..” You giggled.

“We’re really doing this?” Gojo tried to seem annoyed, but his bubbly laugh and smile betrayed him. 

“We sure are,” you smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder and taking his free hand in yours. “Lets cha-cha” you quoted the movie. He immediately went in to try and kiss you. “Hey!” You laughed as you dodged him, “You’re in my dancing space!”

“Wanna get into my dancing space?” Gojo asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you. He took the opportunity to pull your body flush to his, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you into a warm drunken kiss. You melted into it quickly, tangling your fingers into his hair to pull him even closer. Just in time for him to completely pull away. “Sorry! Sorry,” he teased, “Didn’t mean to get into your dancing space.” He smirked. 

“Oh fuck off,” You giggled, pulling him closer to you. “Get over here Loverboy.” you pulled Gojo back into a kiss, feeling his soft lips move against yours. He moaned softly, moving his hands to squeeze your thighs. You got the message, jumping into his arms. Satoru held you up easily, as if you weighed no more than a kitten. The perks of dating the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. Now, he would have taken you to the room, but there was a perfectly good couch he could press you into right there!

He chose the couch option, pressing you into it and kissing you with a passion you had never felt before. You wrapped one of your legs around his hips as his hand moved down your body and slipped under the elastic of your underwear. “Fuck darling, you’re soaked.” Gojo teased, causing embarrassment to bloom inside your chest. “And I’m just getting started.” he hummed, his fingers expertly finding your clit and rubbing calculated circles into it. You moaned out softly, kissing his neck in an attempt to not disrupt your neighbors too much.

Gojo groaned softly, readjusting his hand to slip a finger into your dripping cunt, his thumb maintaining the pressure on your clit. “Fuck, ‘Toru..” you whined out needily, clawing at his back. His long fingers curled perfectly inside you, sending static throughout your entire body. Despite his ice cold eyes and snowy hair, Satoru’s touch had always felt like fire to you. It burned, it lingered, it demanded you attention in ways nothing else did, and it felt so fucking good.

“More.” you panted out desperately to him.

“More what babygirl?” He asked, his smirk dripping in condescension.  

“Toru, please!” you wined, already struggling enough to form words, let alone full sentences.

“Please what darling?” he cooed, “I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me what it is.”

“God damn it Satoru,” Suddenly you had found your voice, “Fuck me, please!” you begged. His self-satisfied grin was both the most attractive and slappable thing you had ever seen. 

“See? That's all you had to say.” Gojo giggled, removing his hand and pulling down your underwear. He sat up, pulling his sweatpants down enough to free his cock. He pulled you closer to him by your hips. He leaned down, catching you in a kiss as he pushed himself into you. You had been dating Gojo for about a year now, and you were sure you were never going to get used to this stretch. You squealed into his mouth, clawing at your boyfriend's back as you tried to adjust to his size. 

Gojo pulled away to catch his breath, panting heavily. “Fuck babygirl, its like you were made for me.” he moaned, bucking his hips into you experimentally. You moaned out his name, feeling a knot start to form in your stomach already. The pace he sent was rough but slow, making sure to massage your g-spot with every stroke. You could already feel yourself starting to hit your high, fire and electricity filling your veins and your senses, your head making its way to the clouds.

“‘Toru, I’m close.” you moaned out, clawing onto his shoulders like a drowning woman clinging to a life preserver. 

“Then cum for me.” Gojo said, moving his hand to massage your clit. It was exactly what you need, pushing you over the edge as euphoria exploded in your veins, your body lost in the sea of pleasure, your senses clouded by ecstasy. You assumed you were moaning, but honestly you weren’t all that sure. 

Gojo fucked you through your high, almost cuming himself from the way your walls clenched around him. He was convinced there was no sight quite as pretty as your face when you came, scrunched up and breathless, drool dripping from your mouth. He stilled as you came down and came back too, smiling down at you. “Feel good darling?” He cooed. You nodded gently.

“Mmm-hmm…” you muttered.

“Good,” he grinned, “‘Cause I’m not done yet.”

[luxrayblues]

Can you do a Kabu x Reader where the reader is doing some fire performing (with their pokemon, similar to a Pokémon contest) and Kabu is just very impressed with the reader's skills?

Excited for some Kabu! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it!

Kabu x reader - Set Ablaze (SFW)

Pokemon contests weren't as common in Galar as they had been in Hoenn. When he heard about the impromptu contest going on, he simply had to visit and see what sort of displays the contest-goers would exhibit.

He had come quite a long way, but he was incredibly excited as he sat down with a bottle of water he'd bought. No one would be able to tell he was elated from his stoic expression, but he certainly was.

You take a deep breath and glance at the arcanine at your side who was all amped up because you were. You had dreamed about being part of a contest since you were young and now you finally had the chance to show off your skills. Maybe this would lead to something greater for you and your companion.

The announcer excitedly tells the crowd that you're next as you step out into the arena. You can hear people in the enormous crowd gasp and clap at the outfit you had made yourself which matched arcanine's fluff and stripes. It was a little cheesy, but it was perfect for something like a contest. You could feel the heat radiating off of arcanine in his excitement, which got you all the more excited, letting go of the fear you'd had up to this point.

Kabu can't help but to smile as he watches you walk out there, looking small next to the large dog-pokemon. It was only a moment before the music started up and you began to move, skillfully dancing opposite arcanine who began to move in a similar way. It's a mix of fire and dancing as you move around one another, perfectly in sync.

The crowd was amazed by you. None more than the fire gym leader himself who sat front and center, absolutely blown away by your blazing show. The way you moved around arcanine and the fire it created without being burned was a talent in itself, but the fact that you were dancing and telling a story with your body was simply incredible. He had signed up for a makeshift contest, he hadn't expected to see the most beautiful display he'd ever witnessed.

The crowd cheered during lulls in the music. As the song came toward the building end and you lifted up a stick which arcanine caught on fire for you, the crowd went wild. Everyone clapping for you as you spin and toss it skillfully between yourself and arcanine, making a display of both of you. You had gone to a lot of effort to perfect the choreography and clearly it had paid off.

As you finish and both of you bow, panting heavily, Kabu is the first to stand up. He claps loudly for you both. Seeing such a brilliant display of fiery perfection at really left an impression on him. Even he, the often stony man, had a slight smile on his face as he admired you both taking your bows.

The rest of the contest was more of a blur than your own performance. You were so excited and wracked with nerves because of the other acts being so amazing. Each one seemed to be better than the last, though as the ending ceremony neared and they gave everyone a short intermission while the judges contemplated you felt like your heart was in your throat. You were worked up enough that the sound of Kabu's voice made you jump and scream.

He holds his hands up to show his innocence as you whip around to see him. Instantly your face is as red as flame when you realize you'd just screamed at Kabu of all people?! "Oh my Arceus? Kabu! ...? I.. I'm so sorry, oh gosh!"

You watch as he calmly waves off your panic and embarrassment. "I didn't mean to startle you." He says simply, his expression up close seemed less intense and more kind than you expected. Before you can respond he opens his mouth again. "I simply had to come find you. I've never seen such a display of power and skill combined into something so beautiful. I thought I might learn something today, but I'm blown away by your passion!" His excitement at you was shown in the slight smile he wore as he spoke.

"Oh wow.. thank you, I.. That means so much. Especially coming from you, Kabu!" Of course you admired the older gentleman. Watching his battles with his own arcanine had only given you more resolve to become the best at what you did. His words were always so encouraging, even when he lost battles.

He smiles slightly and nods, closing his eyes for a moment before looking at you again. "Would you join me after the contest for a victory meal? I'd love to ask you about your techniques." He gives you a long look as your heart beats like crazy. Kabu- KABU was seriously asking YOU about YOUR techniques?! How could you say no? You couldn't, that's how!

"Of course, absolutely!" You beam up at him excitedly. You couldn't believe how impressed he was with you. It would be hard for this day to get any better, though it surely did when you found out you had won. Rushing back out, you cling to the ribbon as you meet up with Kabu who was almost as excited for you as you were. It didn't show on his older features the way it did on yours, but you could tell he was happy for you and happier still to pick your brain over a well-earned meal.