#i finished it before but i just got done with ALL the extra goodies

[vellichorom]

god do i love men who SUCK

[kahluacoco]

Making Mychael's Horns

My mom likes to celebrate Halloween with a family dinner in costumes. This year I decided to have a Mushroom Oasis inspired outfit. I found a peach mushroom sweater very similar to Mychael's in day three, and his gloves, but I knew what I really wanted to try was to wear his horns! I haven't done a craft project in a while, and I haven't done any cosplay before. This is documenting the process and has some accompanying pictures.

Before the essay starts, (I wrote a lot!) here's the finished product! It was lightweight and fun to make!

Here are the materials I used. Since I made this across multiple days I took some pictures for fun. I didn't expect to make this into a blog post but here we are! Sharing this out in case you want to try and make this. The products I noted here are not to advertise anything, I just tried to find the cheapest materials I could use. I also noted the prices.

Total Cost was ~$22 USD but that includes extra material for other projects. I bought all this at Walmart.

Materials

Acrylic Red Paint (Apple Barrel Matte Flag Red) $0.58

Acrylic Yellow Paint (Apple Barrel Matte Bright Yellow) $0.58

Acrylic White Paint (Apple Barrel Matte Snow White) $0.58

Acrylic Blue Paint (Apple Barrel Matte Too Blue) $0.58

Mod Podge Matte-Mat-Mate $4.94 for 8 fl oz

Foam Brush (optional for blending) ($1.48 for 4)

Some paint brushes (a few sizes for basecoating and details - $2.98 for 3 brushes)

Pencil

Thin wood dowel $0.42 around 1/8 diameter maybe?

1 Foam Block (Medium/Small - Used as a base to hold the horns upright while working/drying) - $1.97 for 2

Blue artificial flower pick $0.50 (I got one on sale at Walmart that had some purple, white and blue flowers with green leaves. Feel welcome to grab a couple picks just in case)

2 Craft Foam Rectangular Blocks (FloraCraft Foam - I used DryFM green blocks that aren’t as porous. They’re usually used for keeping water for flowers. I got rectangles that were a bit larger than 5 in H x 3 in L x 2 in W. $1.07 for each block.)

Soft Fabric Headband (I used Goody Fabric Covered Headbands in neutral colors. You can get one similar to your haircolor $4.48 for 3)

Hot Glue Gun (I owned one already)

Dinner Knife

Gloves and Face Mask

Scissors

Here are the steps. I added in a lot of notes for gotchas/oopsies that I ran into.

Instructions

Carving the horns

With the large foam rectangular blocks, draw out the shape of the horns on the two widest sides gently with a pencil. This will help guide carving.

With the serrated knife cut gently along the areas around the lines to form the rough shape of the horns.

Don’t cut directly along the line. Cut out from the rectangle a rough polygon shape to start that is a bit bigger then the drawn lines. Then slowly start carving closer like carving a fruit and curving the knife. You can cut larger shavings for the rough shape, but try to cut smaller shavings as you get closer to your drawn lines so that you can get more detailed easily. The less you cut, the easier it is to fix. If you cut more, then you aren’t able to add foam back. Take your time cutting. See drawing on process.

Since the foam is soft, you can optionally cut the rough shape and use your fingers to smooth the edges and curves of the horns

Once you’ve completed one horn, you can work on the other. As you carve, compare the two horns and try to make them similar in width, height and length.

Recommendations/Notes

Line your work area with a bag for easier cleanup.

I recommend wearing a face mask and gloves so you don’t breath in the fine dry foam as you’re working with it. It’ll get messy if you cut fast. It’ll cling to your hands and maybe clothes.

Be careful with the knife, I ended up using a small serrated dinner carving knife

Treat the foam gently, it can be easily squished if you grip it too strongly

If you want to buy an extra block to practice carving a 3d shape, it might be helpful

No worries if the two horns aren’t exactly the same. Imagine that a horn is like a thumbprint, no two are alike :)

After all the carving, the horns were roughly 5 in H x 3 in L x 2 in D. Feel welcome to make them smaller or larger.

Strengthening the horns

Gently clean away with your gloved hands as much of the foam dust as you can from the exterior of the horns.

Cut up the wood dowel into a couple of small pieces. This will be used to prop up the horns so they’re upright and allow them to dry. Gently poke through the bottom of the horns with the dowel, and poke the dowel through the base foam block.

Pour some mod podge into a reusable cup and with a medium/large brush coat the first layer on both horns. Paint all over the horns including the bottom.

Wait for it to dry and continue to coat the horns with additional layers until it isn’t porous anymore

Recommendations/Notes

Since the foam is porous and soft, some mod podge or similar material will help fill in the holes and strengthen it

Even though the exterior is strengthened and prepped for painting, the foam can still be squished if too much pressure is on it (squeezing it strongly, hitting it with something, etc). I chose this foam since it was lightweight and would be easier to wear, but that is the main downside.

You can use a blow dryer on low heat to help speed up drying. I think I waited at least 15-20+ minutes in between layers. I would go about and do some other stuff around the house and come back to it.

I coated the horns with about 2-3 layers of mod podge.

Painting the horns

To cover up the green foam, paint a base coat with the darkest red of the horns. You’ll need about 2-3 layers of base coat to cover all the horns in red. Let the horns dry a bit in between coats.

After the base coats are fully dry, prepare the three horn colors to make the gradient. Paint the darker red at the top, the orange around the middle, and the soft yellow near the base and bottom. Feel welcome to blend with a brush or even some gloved fingers! Let the horns dry a bit and apply additional coats as need until you get the desired result.

Once the gradient on the horns is fully dry, make the spots color and plan out where your spots will be before painting them on. Have fun with it! You can try to match the spot positions in the character reference sheet or make your own. You’ll probably need to let it dry a bit and paint a few coats until they are a nice solid color.

For steps 1-2, you can use the blow dryer until fully dry or let this dry overnight. I waited overnight until the next day in between each step.

If you have a spray on mod podge or other sealer, feel free to spray the horns to lock in and protect the paint colors! I didn’t get a chance to do this. This would be the last step.

Recommendations/Notes

Refer to Mychael’s character reference sheet as a color guide. His horns are a gradient of three colors with a fourth lighter color for spots.

You may want to practice mixing colors a bit to get the hang of it before creating larger quantities. For the quantities I made about 1/4 cup or so? I don’t know the exact proportions I used since I eyeballed it to the best of my ability. Here is a rough approximation:

The darker red at the top is like a vermillion. I used mostly red, with a few touches of blue (no more then 10%), a few touches of yellow (no more then 10%).

The orange was a mix of maybe 60% red and 40% yellow.

The softer yellow for the base was yellow with some white and a bit of peach (no more then 15/20% for the white/peach colors).

The spots were made with some of the soft yellow and extra white

The red paint I purchased was the strongest color, so keep that in mind when creating the oranges and yellows. The paint I used is a bit thin so I had to paint multiple coats.

I ended up painting a base coat with the darkest red color a few times to cover up all the green foam.

I mixed each of these in different reusable cups.

You’ll want to paint the gradient all at once to blend it.

You can use a blow dryer on low heat to help speed up drying. I think I waiting at least 15-20+ minutes in between layers when applying multiple coats. Then I waited overnight to let it fully dry.

Creating the headband

Choose a fabric headband that’s closest to your haircolor (or Mychael’s if you’re wearing a wig!)

Mark faintly with a pencil where the horns will be on the headband. I placed the horns a little less then 2 inches apart from the center of the headband. Feel free to adjust to your liking.

With the glue gun, add some glue to the base of the horn and hold down firmly. Be careful for any excess glue that may spill. I added in extra glue and made sure it was pressed firmly on the hairband to secure it.

Repeat with the second horn a few inches away from the other one. Dry it with a blow dryer on the low cool setting if needed

Optional for the flowers

Carefully remove all the fabric flowers from their stems on the flower pick. Remove the plastic base and leave the stamens. Use the scissors to cut some of the back stem if needed.

Apply some glue to the back of the flowers and carefully attach them to the headband around the base of the horns. Feel free to mix around the colors and leaves as you’d like.

Recommendations/Notes

Be careful with the glue gun. If you add too much glue onto the horn, you may burn your fingers when pressing it down onto the headband.

The flowers hide the base of the horns where it’s glued. This is optional if you prefer the horns as they are. I did this since my glue gun work was a bit messy and I thought it would dress up the headband and help blend the horns to my hair. I didn’t wear a wig.

I used 5 blue flower, 3 white flowers, 3 purple flowers, 6 leaves and 5 little fuzzy blue and yellow stems I used some leaves on the sides of the horns and the back. I glued the leaves first, and then some additional flowers on them. I tried to position the flowers at slight angles around the base of the horns in the back and front of the headband.

Here's how they look once they're ready! If you do end up making these, please share! It was so much fun dressing up, maybe next time I can try to go green and make a tail.

[sinsandsweetness]

POKER NIGHT

(Rick x fem!reader x Rosita)

Happy pride month loveys!! I am working on a million things rn but I started this a while ago and thought, what better time to finish it up then now…

Let me know what you think!

warnings: 18+ content. mdni, not really proof read sorry, alcohol comsumption, smutty smutty smut stuff, oral sex, FFM threesome, girl on girl.

“Alright, turn 'em over,” Rick tapped his cards against the coffee table, giving you a playful grin. You, Rosita, Tara and him all turned them over at the same time.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Again?”

“Jeez Rosita.”

She only laughed and collected the pot from the table, pulling the goodies into a pile in front of her.

“That’s like three weeks in a row. I don’t have anything left to even bet on…” Tara complained. Making you all laugh even harder as you sipped on some cherry wine.

“Im giving up. I'm going to bed.” Tara put her arms up in surrender and got up, making her way to the front porch.

“Night!” you called as she put her shoes on.

“Next week? Same time?” She asked and you all nodded, agreeing and giving a thumbs up before she shut the door.

You grabbed the bottle of wine from Rosita and took a swig.

“Another game or are you guys too tired?” You asked.

“I'm not really tired but I think my brain’s definitely done for the day.” Rick grabbed the bottle from your hands, took a swig and passed it back.

“Same here.” Rosita took the bottle back and a long chug. “Let's just sit and drink. Nobody has watch in the morning, right?”

“I’m off till Saturday.”

“Me too.” Rick answered.

“Looks like we can stay up then.” Rosita kicked her feet up and crossed her legs. Sending the wine for another circle around the table.

Two more bottles had the three of you trying your absolute hardest to keep in your drunken giggles.

“No, Rick you don't even know. She had him like this,” Rosita had moved to mount you on your spot beside him on the couch. Being sure to tuck your hands under her thighs as she straddled you. You were trying not to laugh as she was fake swinging at your face with sound effects and everything. “And he literally couldn't move or anything!”

You looked over and Rick was smiling big and leaning even further into the couch, knees spread wide.

“She’s a tough one.” He said, all amused from the show in front of him.

“Yeah she is. Got him real good. Shoulda known not to mess with our girl.”

He hummed in agreement. You looked over and up at him, cheeks all flush from the wine, pupils dilated and glued to you.

Rosita climbed off but plopped down right next to you, legs almost on top of yours. Suddenly extra aware of her touches on your leg.

“Wasn’t the first time she kicked ass. Won't be the last.” She patted your thigh a couple times, and kept her hand there. The action definitely not going without Rick's notice.

“Ohmygosh and then-” She kept rambling. You were sort of lost by the feeling of Rick staring at you. And Rositas thumb rubbing a pattern onto your thigh wasn't helping either.

“Don't you agree? Rick?” Rosita asked, sparking Rick’s attention.

“Hm?”

“That new haul from the Hilltop run? These jeans. Don't they just hug her so nicely?”

He licked his lips and looked right at you, down to your jeans and back up. “Oh. Yeah,” He chuckled. They were looking at each other now, silently agreeing on something. A very interesting cloud of tension filled the air and Rositas hand moved further up your thigh.

“She always looks so good doesn't she?”

Rick sat up, leaning his elbow on his knees.

“So cute, I could just eat her right up.” She leaned in and nuzzled her nose into your neck. You let out a nervous sigh and could actually feel your heart rate start to rise.

“Mhm.” He slowly started running his own hand up your opposite leg.

“No wonder you’re always pulling her away. Taking her on those runs, just the two of you.”

“Can't even blame me can you?”

“I’m right here you guys.” You sounded out of breath, the attention from the two of them making your head feel light. Though it was probably more so the wines fault than anything.

“We know, sweetheart.” Rick tipped your chin towards him and caught your lips with his own, kissing you gently. Rosita took the opportunity to start kissing down your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin on your jaw, and then back down to your shoulder.

Ok. This was happening. Alright.

Rick's hands started at your shirt, lifting and pulling its delicate fabric, up and over your head. While Rosita started on your pants. You didn't even know where to put your hands. It didn't matter much since she just put them where she wanted them anyway. She took you by the hips and pulled you down on top of her, with her back to the cool leather of the living room couch. Pulling on your thighs so you had no choice but to straddle her. She pulled you down to meet her lips. Rick moved to press himself up behind you, hands on your sides, right above rositas.

Grinding you down onto her as you kissed her back. Her tongue exploring your whole mouth, soft, plush lips so warm against your own. She kissed like she knew what she was doing. Which was really no surprise to you. Your own hands, without even realizing, went to unbutton her shirt. Peeling it off as Rick pulled you by the hips, dragging you back towards him. You whined at the loss of contact with Rositas lap, but he just let out an amused huff.

“She can’t have all o’ you.” He teased, pulling your jeans down, so they were around your knees, ass exposed as he palmed it with rough hands.

Rosita smiled up at him and shimmied out of her own pants, positioning herself right in front of you. When you looked up, you saw her cherry stained lips, and when you looked down, you saw her black lace thong.

Wow. Yeah this was definitely happening. The wine must have given you some sort of courage you didn’t even know you had, because you reached forward and pulled her hips towards your face. Looking back for a moment. The heat had already raise to your cheeks and you just needed some sort of reassurance. Rick was smirking and giving you a very approving nod.

“Go on, don’t be gettin all shy on us…” He teased, while his fingers dragged through your wetness. So you turned back and dipped down, to kiss her over the lacy fabric. Her hands went to your hair as you peeled her panties off, kissing her stomach and down further until you heard a real moan. There it is.

You started to lick and lap at her cunt. Trying to replicate the way Rick would always do it to you. The technique was obviously working based on the firm grip she had on your hair and the wetness seeping out onto your chin. Your tongue working her soft folds, sucking on her clit and trying to work out a pattern that would earn the best reaction from her. Whatever got her breathing all heavy and gripping your hair even tighter.

Rick was still behind you, clearly enjoying the show. He’d lined himself up with your own cunt, rubbing his precum around in your slick, before slowly pushing all the way in.

“How is she?” Rick asked from behind you as he started slowly fucking you from behind.

“Uh- so good…” Rosita let her head fall back. Relishing in the feel of your tongue.

“Atta girl.” He praised you, hand reaching around to rub your clit. “Her mouth is just heaven, ain’t it?”

“Uhuh.” Her legs tightened around your head and Rick started to thrust hard enough that you couldn’t help but moan against her. The vibration of your muffled moans made her twitch and already you could feel that familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach. Rick had the perfect angle to hit your sweet spot with every single thrust, in combination with the circles he was rubbing against your clit. You both knew you wouldn’t last too long.

You felt a little more confident, with the way she was stuttering and cute little sounds were threatening to pour out of her mouth. So you decided to insert your fingers. If you were gonna eat the girl out, you were gonna be damn sure you made her cum.

And you did.

Two digits inside, curling upwards. The sounds of her juices squelching as you sucked on her clit, your own spit starting to run down your chin. Giving every ounce of attention you could possibly give. Even with the man pounding into you. Which by the way, definitely made it ten times more difficult. Because part of you wanted to just close your eyes and let Rick push your face into the carpet and fuck you into a shaky mess. But the other was so drunk off wine and pussy, that you couldn’t, even if you wanted to. Stuck in a determined trance between the two bodies.

You could actually feel Rositas walls tighten around you and you could tell she was close. Your name escaping her lips all rushed and quick, “I’m cumming-I’m cumming I- uh,” and the most adorable, sexy moan left her pretty mouth as she held your face against her cunt. Grinding down onto your tongue as you finger fucked her right through the orgasm. Her shaky breaths matching your own as Rick pulled up on your hair.

You thought your eyes could have rolled back to your brain. The way he twisted you around and kissed you, the taste of Rositas cum still on your lips. Moaning against him, you could feel hands on your breasts. Rosita positioning herself further under you, kissing and sucking at your chest. Gently tugging your nipple with her teeth, while her hand went to replace Ricks, rubbing on your clit. That was it for you. The attention from them both sent you over the edge, moaning into Rick's mouth as your grabbed onto Rositas arm. Rick's own hips stuttered slightly as he released almost at the exact same time.

The three of you caught your breaths in a sweaty, tangled pile on the ground. Drunken, post orgasm smiled were on each of your faces as you slowly pieced your clothes back together. Staying there for a few moments right in between them.

Rick started moving to plant lazy kisses scattering down your neck. Clearly not quite done with the evening, and trying to initiate another round. Rosita noticed and took it as a queue to leave. Not that either of you would have minded her staying. Clearly.

But regardless, she got up to gather her stuff. Dressed and ready to head back to her house.

“I’ll see you next week, sweetie,” she dipped down to kiss your cheek. Blushing hard as she walked away.

“G’night, Rick.” She winked at him and waved at you both from the porch, closing the door behind her.

You didn’t know if you wanted to wait a full week.

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Of Coffee and Cinnamon Rolls - Chapter 2

Pairing: TASM! Peter Parker x F!Reader

Rating: T

Story Summary: Peter's coffee maker has broken, leaving him in need of a caffeine fix. Luckily, there's a new coffee shop right by the Daily Bugle... With a beautiful barista inside.

Warnings/Tags: Meet-Cute, Coffee Shops, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Dual, Alternating PoVs between Peter and Reader, minimal use of Y/N

Word Count: ~4k (this chapter got LONG)

A/N: It's taken me freaking FOREVER, but here we finally are with chapter 2! Hopefully future updates won't take me as long.

Tagging @tarzinnia since they've been patiently waiting for an update!!!

Ok, what else needs to be done? you thought to yourself as you bustled around the kitchen in your shop. You had worked your ass off to make your dream of owning your own business a reality, and today that dream was finally coming true, so needless to say... You were nervous.

You grabbed your to-do list off of the prep table and gave it a quick scan. Cookies are bagged, cake pops are finished, muffins are good to go, croissants are ready, banana bread is sliced, cinnamon rolls are done…  

You glanced at the clock. You had way more than enough time to shower and then relax for a bit before things would get busy again.

You made sure your oven was off before heading upstairs to your apartment above the shop. 

You hurried through a shower before changing into something nice enough to wear for your interview and photos, but still comfortable enough to work in.

And speaking of photos...

You grinned. Not only had you been pleasantly surprised to see the hot skater boy-esque customer from the morning come back into the shop in the afternoon right as you had decided to close, but you had been even more pleasantly surprised to find out that he worked for the Bugle and had been the one to suggest that they cover the opening for the paper. 

You had made a flimsy excuse to give him your number and was surprised to receive an incoming text from an unknown number right as you had finished prepping dough for the next morning’s baked goods and popping it in the fridge to chill overnight.

Hi, Y/N. This is Peter.

Peter Parker. 

From the Daily Bugle?

You had quickly washed your hands then sent a reply, a wide smile spreading across your face. Yes, Peter, hi, it's good to hear from you. What's up? :)

Sorry to bother you, but I just thought I'd text you so you'd have my number in case you had any questions about the interview tomorrow.

Oh it's not a bother at all. You've got perfect timing, actually. I just finished prepping dough.

Oh, what are you making?

Well for the opening we're going to have cookies and cake pops in addition to the regular baked goods, which'll be croissants, muffins, banana bread, and of course, cinnamon rolls. I was just trying to get a head start on the dough since I'll be making extra goodies for the grand opening.

Oh man, that all sounds amazing. I'm going to want to try everything.

Lol, I'll be sure to set one of each aside for you. It's the least I can do as thanks for the free publicity.

So what are you up to?

About to attempt to fix my coffeemaker before I have to head out for my other job.

I'll let you get to that then. Good luck!

Thanks. 

You glanced at the clock. You still had an hour and a half until your interview, but maybe Peter was up and wouldn't mind you texting him?

Morning, Peter! you typed. Any luck fixing your coffeemaker?

A few minutes later your phone lit up. 

Peter had sent you a photo of what you assumed was his coffee maker, except it was in pieces. It was captioned, Are there supposed to be leftover parts?

You laughed before sending your reply. Definitely not that many, lol.

You bit your lip. You know, you're more than welcome to come by early if you need a caffeine fix. 

...Only if you want to, of course.

No pressure.

You nervously chewed on your lip as you waited for his answer. After what seemed like the longest 10 seconds of your life, Peter's reply came through. I'd love to. Be there in 15?

You grinned. Sounds good. See you soon.

You set your phone down on your bathroom counter so you could fix your hair, then took another look at yourself in the mirror. Guess this is as good as it's gonna get.

You headed back downstairs to the shop, fixing yourself a cup of coffee before sitting at a table to wait for Peter.

You looked around, smiling to yourself. You had chosen decor that you thought made the shop feel open and welcoming while still somewhat whimsical and hoped that your customers felt the same.

Suddenly there was a tap on the door.

You looked over and grinned when you saw Peter waving at you. 

He was dressed similarly today as he had been the day before, in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt with a buttoned-up flannel over it. His hair was styled in what you assumed was a purposely messy, just-rolled-out-of-bed look and he was wearing black plastic-framed glasses. Damn, he is *hot*.

You waved back before getting up and walking over to the door to let him in. "Peter, hey. Come on in."

"Hi." Peter stepped inside and waited for you to lock the door behind him. "How's it going? All set for the opening?"

You nodded. "Yeah, actually. I live above the shop and couldn't sleep so I went ahead and got everything ready, but I've now found myself with an extra hour to kill."

You gestured to the table where your coffee sat. "Have a seat and I'll get your coffee ready."

You moved behind the counter as Peter set his bag down at the table. "Want anything to eat?" you asked.

Peter shook his head. "No thanks, I warmed up a cinnamon roll before I left."

You nodded and the machine to brew. "So how are you this morning?"

Peter shrugged. "Had a bit of a long night at my second job, but I'm good."

"Glad to hear that, despite the long night." You waited until the machine shut off and brought Peter his coffee. “Here you go.”

Peter smiled at you. “Thanks.”

You sat across from him and took a sip of your own beverage. "So what is the second job, if you don't mind me asking? Wait, let me guess... Private investigator?"

Peter laughed. "No, what gave you that idea?"

You shrugged, unable to help but smile at his adorable chuckle. "I dunno, it's the first thing that popped in my head that required a camera besides being a photojournalist."

Peter shook his head. "Actually, it has nothing to do with photography. I'm a security guard."

"Oh ok, that's neat. Where at?" You grimaced. Ugh, way to sound like a stalker.

You shook your head. "Wait, I'm sorry. I realize that sounds extremely nosy. I just meant that I'm planning on being down here late most nights doing prep for the next day, so… I mean, if you happen to work nearby you're welcome to drop in for a cup of coffee or some leftover pastries."

Peter shrugged. "It's fine. I just kind of fill in wherever I'm needed, which usually makes for a pretty flexible schedule but also long days, hence my immense and near-constant need for caffeine." 

He took a sip of his coffee. "But, uh, yeah. If I happen to find myself in the neighborhood I'll text you, if you don't mind?"

You smiled with relief. "Yeah, that'd be great."

The next hour flew by as you and Peter continued talking. Peter told you about growing up with his aunt and uncle, about his love of science, and about how he had gotten interested in photography, and in turn you told him about your own childhood and what had led you to want to open your own coffee shop.

"My grandmother taught me how to bake," you explained. "And she always added a splash of coffee to the wet ingredients for whatever we were making. 'The coffee is the secret ingredient,' she would always tell me. ‘But the true secret can only come from within’."

"So what is the true secret?" Peter asked, seemingly intrigued.

You shrugged. "I don't know. She said I would figure it out when the time was right."

Peter huffed out a laugh. "Well if you haven't figured it out yet I can't wait until you do. Your cinnamon rolls are excellent as is."

Your face heated. "Thanks."

Suddenly there was a knock on the front window.

You looked up in surprise then smiled brightly when you spotted your best friend, Ian, waving at you. You had made plans to go out to dinner with him that evening to celebrate the grand opening of Bean There, so you were pleasantly surprised to see him now. 

You stood. "Oh, sorry, hold on a second.”

You went over to the door and unlocked it, letting Ian in.

"Hello, love," Ian said in his crisp British accent before giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, sweetheart," you replied. "What a surprise, I thought I wasn't seeing you until tonight."

Ian shook his head. "I just wanted to stop by on my way into the office to wish you good luck on your opening today."

You smiled. Ian had been your biggest supporter while you had been working to procure the space for your shop and had helped you with choosing the furniture and decor. "Aww, thank you, honey, you're so sweet."

Ian glanced over at Peter, curiosity evident in his eyes. "I tried texting you, but I guess you were busy.”

You patted at your pockets, realization dawning on you that your phone was still sitting on your bathroom counter. "Oh shoot, I must've forgotten my phone upstairs."

Ian shook his head. "It's fine, darling, no big deal. I'm just glad I got to see you."

"Me too." You turned towards Peter. "By the way, this is Peter Parker, the photojournalist from the Bugle . Peter, this is Ian."

"Nice to meet you," Ian said, walking over and shaking Peter's hand.

"Same to you," Peter replied.

"Want anything before you go, sweetheart?" you asked Ian.

Ian grinned in reply. "Oh, darling, you know I can't resist your banana bread." 

"Peter, you want some more coffee?"

Peter looked hesitant, as if he felt bad about accepting your offer. "Uh, sure."

You picked up Peter's cup and walked back over to the coffee machine, grabbing a fresh to-go cup for Ian and putting 2 pumps of strawberry rose syrup and 1 pump of white chocolate syrup in it before programming the machine to brew both his and Peter's coffee simultaneously.

"Have you tried Y/N's banana bread?" you heard Ian ask Peter.

You looked over at them as Peter shook his head. "I've only had her cinnamon rolls."

Ian let out a pleased sound. "It's incredible, mate. Then again, everything she makes is incredible, and trust me, I've tried it all."

"Ian was kind enough to be my taste tester while I was perfecting my recipes for the shop," you explained to Peter, your face warming at Ian's praise as you steamed some milk to add to his coffee.

"Anything to support my girl," Ian said with a wink. “And to get free pastries.”

You finished making Ian's latte then boxed up 2 slices of banana bread for him to take with him. "That reminds me, though..." 

You brought everything back over to the table. "Peter, I boxed up a sample of everything for you. Remind me to give it to you before you leave."

You handed Ian's banana bread and coffee to him. "Here you go, sweetheart. Just like you like it."

Ian took a sip and nodded. "Mmm, perfect as always. Thanks, love."

He gave you another kiss on the cheek then whispered in your ear, “You go, girl. He is gorgeous.”

You giggled and nodded. "I agree."

Ian straightened. "Bye, darling, love you." 

"Love you too. See you tonight."

Ian turned towards Peter. "Nice meeting you."

Peter gave him a slight wave. "Yeah, you too."

You followed Ian to the door so you could lock it back behind him.

You walked back over to Peter and sat once again. “Sorry about that.”

Peter shrugged and cleared his throat. "It's okay. So, how long have you been together?"

Your brow furrowed. "Who, me and Ian?”

Peter nodded, a slightly confused look blooming across his face. “Yeah.”

You shook your head. “Oh no, Ian's not my boyfriend." 

"Oh, he's not?" Peter's cheeks pinkened adorably. "My bad, I just assumed..."

"It's fine, it's a really common misconception. Ian and I have been best friends since 4th grade so we're super close, but it's not in a romantic way at all." 

You and Ian had met on Ian's first day as a new student in your class. You had invited him to sit with you at lunch and had been inseparable since, including spending summers together in England to visit his mom when she had moved back after his parents had divorced while the two of you were in high school and living together as roommates in college.

You let out a light laugh. “Besides, I don't think Ian's husband would be too pleased if I made a move on him, especially since I not only introduced them, but also was Ian's best woman at their wedding.”

Peter laughed. "Yeah, that might make things a bit awkward."

You bit your lip. "I'm, um, I'm actually not seeing anyone at the moment. Been too busy focusing on my career and trying to open my shop. Kinda difficult to find time to date when you're constantly working, you know?"

Peter nodded.  "Yeah, I get that."

You took a sip of your coffee, trying to come off as nonchalant. "So what about you? Seeing anyone?"

"Oh, um, no, I'm not seeing anyone either right now." Peter hesitated momentarily. "Uh, like you said, too busy with work and stuff."

"Yeah."

Peter jumped slightly as his phone rang. He reached into his pocket to pull it out, briefly looking at the screen before swiping to answer the call. “Excuse me a minute. Hey, Betty, what's up?”

You stood, not wanting to eavesdrop on Peter’s conversation.

Peter glanced up at you. "Oh, uh, actually, I'm already here. Uh huh, yeah, sure. No problem. See ya."

He hung up. "Betty said she'll be here soon. She tried to call you."

You nodded. "I should probably go get my phone in case my employee is also trying to reach me. I'll be right back, okay?"

Peter nodded. "Yeah, that's fine. If Betty gets here before you get back, you want me to let her in?"

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks."

You got up and headed behind the counter to wash your cup then ran upstairs to grab your phone, taking a moment to breathe before returning downstairs to find Peter talking to the reporter who had set up the interview with you the day before. 

You smiled. "Miss Brant, good morning."

"Hi," Betty replied.

"Can I get you some coffee?"

“Yes, that would be great, thank you.”

"Something to eat? We have croissants, muffins, banana bread, and cinnamon rolls, along with cookies and cake pops for the grand opening."

"Sure, I'll take a cinnamon roll. Thank you."

"Peter? Sure you don't want anything?"

Peter thought for a second. "Well, maybe a piece of banana bread?"

You nodded with a smile. "Coming right up."

Peter pulled out his camera as you walked over to the display case. "Mind if I take a few pictures? I want to get some test shots in before the official opening."

You shook your head. "That's fine."

You plated Betty and Peter's baked goods along with a croissant for yourself and made Betty's coffee while Peter took a few photos.

You slid Peter's slice of banana bread over to him. "Here you go."

Peter took a bite of his banana bread as you carried Betty's coffee and cinnamon roll and your croissant to the table. "Mmph, this really is delicious."

You smiled, pleased that he liked it. "Thanks."

"Okay," Betty said, turning on a digital recorder. "I'd like to get started, if that's okay with you."

You nodded. "Sure."

Betty cleared her throat. "This is Betty Brant with the Daily Bugle interviewing Y/F/N Y/L/N, proprietor of Bean There, Done That. So, Ms. Y/L/N…"

"Y/N, please," you interrupted.

"Y/N," Betty corrected. "Tell me a bit about yourself."

You told Betty much of what you had already told Peter, about baking with your grandmother as a child and how she had left you enough money to start your bakery. "I really miss her," you said, "but I know she's watching over me."

"And how did you come up with the name of your shop?" Betty asked.

You grinned. “My best friend Ian actually suggested that name. I wanted something catchy and memorable so he and I bounced around ideas until we arrived at ‘Bean There, Done That’.”

Betty smiled. "Care to share any of the rejected names?"

"Oh gosh, there were so many, and they got more and more ridiculous as we went on. Let's see, there was 'Caffeinated Bliss', 'Let's Get Roasted', 'Java the Time?', 'Espresso Yourself', and 'The Daily Grind', to name a few." 

You and Ian had drank several bottles of wine at his kitchen table together while coming up with the perfect name for your shop so several of the rejected names had been hilariously inappropriate. “I also considered naming the shop after my grandmother but ultimately decided against it.”

Betty nodded. "I see."

She asked you several more questions while Peter took a few more photos of both you and the shop, then finally turned off her recorder. "Okay, I think that's all the questions I have for you. Thanks for your time."

You nodded and stood. "Thanks for your time as well."

You walked over to the counter and picked up a couple of bakery boxes you had packed while you were getting everything set up. "Here, I packed some baked goods for you and the Bugle staff."

Betty nodded. "Thanks. I'm sure everyone will appreciate it."

She turned to Peter. "Peter, I'll see you at the office later."

Peter nodded. "Yeah, see ya later."

You walked Betty to the door. “Thank you again for your time.”

“You too,” Betty replied. “I'll email you a link to the article once it's live.”

You nodded. “I'd appreciate that.”

"Is there anything else you need to do before the opening, anything I can help you with?" Peter asked once Betty had left.

You shook your head. "Nope, I think everything is set."

Your phone rang, Olivia’s name flashing across the screen. "Oh, sorry, one second. Hello?”

“Hi, Y/N,” Olivia replied over the phone’s speaker. “It's Liv.”

“Oh, yeah, Liv, hi.” You had hired Olivia, who was working her way through college and thankfully had experience as a barista, part-time for weekday mornings but had asked her to come in today for the grand opening since you weren't sure how busy you would be.

“Just letting you know that I'm on my way and will be there in a couple of minutes.”

“Okay, great. I'll see you in a few then.”

“See you soon. Bye.”

“Okay, bye.”

You hung up. "Sorry about that. That was my employee, Olivia. She was just letting me know that she'd be here in a minute so I could open the door for her."

You checked your watch then grabbed your outdoor chalkboard sign, on which you had written ‘Grand Opening! Free samples inside!’. "Actually, it's close enough to 8 to where I think I can just go ahead and open."

Peter walked over to the door. "Here, I'll get the door for you."

You smiled at him as he held it open for you. Hot and a gentleman too. Swoon. "Thanks."

Peter shrugged. "Of course. Oh, that reminds me, I need to get some posed shots of you out in front of the building before you get too busy."

You nodded as you set the sign out front. "Oh, yeah, sure. Where do you want me?"

"Let's see…" Peter stepped back a bit. "How about here next to the sign?"

You moved to stand beside it. "Here?"

Peter shook his head. “Maybe a bit closer?”

You stepped sideways a bit. “How about now?”

Peter checked the shot. "Yeah, that's perfect."

He took a few photos, then checked to make sure they were okay. "Alright, we're good."

You grinned. "Great. Thanks, Peter."

"No problem."

The two of you headed back inside, you pausing to flip the sign on the door from closed to open. “I need to go grab the first batch of samples. One second.”

You went to the kitchen, where you had set up individual bite-size portions of everything on two large, round trays covered with clear domes. 

You brought them out and set them down on the counter before putting a little tag in front identifying what each tray held. “Okay, now I think we're all set.”

A minute later, the bell above the front door chimed and Olivia walked in. 

“Morning, Y/N,” she said with a friendly smile.

“Morning, Liv,” you replied. “Thanks for coming in today.”

Olivia nodded. “No problem. Happy to help out.”

You gestured to Peter. “This is Peter Parker. He's taking photos of the opening for the Bugle. Peter, this is Olivia.”

“Nice to meet you,” Olivia said as she grabbed her apron off of a hook by the door to the kitchen area.

Peter nodded. “Yeah, you too.”

You rubbed your hands together. “Okay, Liv, if you take the coffee machine, hopefully we'll start getting some customers in soon.”

“Are you expecting a lot?” Peter asked.

“Fingers crossed. I know that this area is busier during the week than it is on the weekend -- which is why we're only open for four hours on Saturday -- but we sent out a mailer advertising the grand opening with a coupon good for a free baked good with purchase of a coffee today only, so hopefully we get a good turnout.” You looked towards the door as the bell chimed, butterflies fluttering around your stomach in both excitement and nervousness. “And actually, there's my first customer! Let me get to it.”

You and Olivia spent the next two hours serving customers and refilling both the display case and sample trays while Peter took photos. 

“Thank you, come again!” you said to what felt like your millionth customer as the shop finally emptied. “Phew.”

You turned towards Olivia. “Liv, you wanna grab you something to eat and take like a 15-minute break? I'll call you up if I need you.”

Olivia nodded. “That sounds great, Y/N. Thanks.”

“Okay,” Peter said, quickly scrolling through his photos as Olivia left to go take her break. “I think I have everything I need.”

You nodded. “I really appreciate you suggesting that the Bugle cover the opening.”

Peter shrugged. “It's not a problem. Always happy to help out a new business, especially one with such delicious treats.”

“Oh, that reminds me.” You grabbed the bakery box full of goodies you had set aside for him. “Don't forget your samples.”

Peter nodded and took the box. “Oh yeah, thanks. I really appreciate it.”

You pointed towards the coffee machine. “Did you want a coffee for the road? I mean, since your coffee maker at home is still broken.” Not since I'm enjoying having you around and am trying to delay you leaving, even if it's just by a minute or two.

“Yeah, I'd love one.”

“Okay, 1 sec.”

You brewed his coffee, resolutely trying to ignore his eyes on you, then brought it over to him. “Let me know how you like the pastries.”

“Will do. Thanks.” Peter glanced at the door as a couple of customers entered. “So I'll… see you around then?”

You nodded. “That’d be great.” 

“Great.” Peter stepped out from in front of the register so you could help your customers. “Thanks again for the coffee and stuff.”

“No problem.”

You watched as he left, taking advantage of your customers being distracted by studying the menu board to wistfully sigh to yourself. Hopefully I'll see him again soon.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

i love your writing so much!!! matt murdock with reader who’s a baker and she’s always dropping off food for him saying “she can’t sell them bc she messed them up” and matt knows she’s lying and wants to know why but she just wants to take care of him

🥹🥹AH thank you sm!! this is so cute, love it! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

dessert delivery day (matt murdock x fem reader)

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As a baker you’re naturally a bit of a perfectionist, you always made sure that everything you make and sell is to the best of your ability. More often than not you’d be left with a pile of extras, a surplus of sweet treats. Every couple of days, you’d do a full restock of all your bakery items and more often than not you’d give the extras to food banks, community centres and your friends. 

If truth be told, you loved taking care of people, it was your love language. So after every restock, you’d fill numerous containers. One pile was the ‘imperfect’ treats that would be dropped off to others and the second pile was for your boyfriend Matt. 

Just finishing up work for the day, you loaded your car with various sweet goodies. Closing up the bakery for the night, you drive off to do your rounds. 

First was the centre, dropping off a selection of cookies and cupcakes- they were their favourites. Next, you made your way to a couple of family members, briefly stopping by to give them some brownies.

After those stops were done, you could finally go to Matt’s. Excitedly hopping out of the car to lug a couple of boxes up the stairs.

Matt must’ve heard you coming as he was already waiting by the open door with a big smile on his face. “Hey, Angel.” He greets you warmly.

“Hi, handsome.” Quirky kissing him as you walk into his apartment. Placing the containers on the counter so that you could greet him properly. “How was your day?” You ask, hugging him. 

“Long.” 

“Same. Fancy some desserts?” You cutely ask.

“Always.” Kissing your forehead. 

“Good, because you got more than usual today… you might have to give some to Foggy and Karen.” You joke, opening the boxes.

“Is that red velvet?” He asks with a smile.

“Oh yeah. They’re all yours.” You grin. 

“I can’t possibly eat them all… I still have a couple left from the beginning of the week.” He jokes, pointing to the treats on the counter.

“I’ll help you out.” Taking a bite out of a brownie. 

Matt helps himself to a cupcake, biting into it and mumbles something. 

“Eh?” You muffle with a bite still in your mouth. 

He finishes his bite before clearing his throat. “These are perfect, why didn’t you sell them?”

“They don’t look right- I messed them up.” You lie.

“Really?”

“Yeah, the piping is all messy.”

“You saying that because I can’t see it?” He chuckles. 

“No.” You giggle taking another bite. 

The look on his face tells you that he doesn’t believe you, you could also tell that he doesn’t want to push any further. 

You felt a bit bad for your minor white lie. You always told him that he gets the scrap ones, but in reality, you always give him your favourites. You loved to watch the look on his face when he ate the things you made. 

“You’re gonna have to start giving more to other people because I’m worried about my waistline.” He jokes taking a bite out of a new cookie. 

“Don’t worry, me too. I eat so many at work.” You laugh, slumping Into the sofa with another brownie.

He joins you seconds later with two bottles of water, desperately needing it to counteract the sugar. Draping his arm over your shoulder as you spoke about each of your days.

[forthesanityofstorytellers]

OC Kiss Week - Food

A pair from a currently discarded WIP about pixie investigators

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Holly let out a squeal as she bounded from one display case to another, pressing her nose up against the glass and staring down.

“Pine!!” she turned, pointing, “Pine lookit! Look at all the food!!!”

Pine frowned. It wasn’t really food so much as sugar and syrup or food coloring pressed into funny shapes. But they had just finished up a case and had a bit of extra money, and this is where Holly had wanted to spend it.

At a human candy store.

Pine shifted to get a better look at a pair of humans that gave them an odd look before continuing on their way; Pine hated coming down here. They had to hide their ears and press their wings under piles of clothing, Holly usually needing to bind hers to her torso because of how much they’d flutter when she got excited.

After all was said and done, the pair looked like nothing more than human children instead of adult pixies.

But Holly was happy, and that made Pine happy. She bounced up and down as she flitted between cases, grabbing up bags or pre-packaged goodies and Pine sighed, knowing the sticky mess that was bound to happen whenever sweets met Holly’s thick curly brown hair. But again, so long as she was happy. She was the one that brought in the clients, after all, with her chipper demeanor offsetting Pine’s often sour one.

Pine waited until she had completed her hunt, bags upon bags balanced precariously in her arms. Pine went to go pay, making up a story about how the one parent was lucky the other parent let them go shopping for a present, one Pine had well rehearsed at this point as she handed over the money. The pair left and walked out of the store, Holly brimming with joy.

“I can’t believe humans actually eat all this stuff!” she crowed, hopping and jumping around.

“People,” Pine corrected. “You mean people.” Holly had a tendency to forget her terminology at times, but never seemed to be upset when Pine corrected her.

“Right,” she beamed, “people. People eat all this stuff!!”

“And you’re about to eat it all when we get back,” Pine said. “Because one bite of that stuff makes me sick.”

Holly gave her a mischievous smile and leaned over, giving Pine a peck on the cheek. “Thanks for coming with me.”

Pine smiled and let that be her answer.

The pair walked well out of the way of foot traffic, into the parkinglot where there seemed to be less and less humans until there were none around. Then they stripped off the outer layer of clothing, just enough to let their wings breathe and flapped a few times before taking off back home.

[lulubelle814]

Regards, Loki - Chapter 35

Master List

It was the day of the gala, and Louisa was spending her morning baking out her nerves.  She was finally going to meet her Loki tonight.  Cora came in, not even bothering to knock.

“You don’t need to be nervous, lady!”

Louisa looked at her.  “I’m not nervous.”

Cora looked all around the kitchen at the baked goods.  “Want to try that one more time?”

She scoffed in return.  “Fine.  I’m nervous.  I’m incredibly nervous.  What if he takes one look at me and runs the opposite direction?”

“He’d be a complete moron if he did.  If anyone runs away from anyone, it’ll be you running away from him, but I don’t see that happening.”  She snatches her friend’s phone and scrolls through the messages between her and Loki.  “This guy is obviously crazy about you.”

Louisa let out a deep sigh.  “I don’t know.  What if it’s a catfish scam?  What if…….”

Cora cut her off.  “No more what ifs.  You’re meeting him in a public location at an event that is invite only to a masquerade gala that is posted all over the Labyrinth discords for those who wish they could go and are starving for pictures during and after the event.  It will be okay.”

“And what if it’s not?”

“If it’s not, then leave and catch the first cab you can.  Or call me.  I’ll bring Chad and Brad with me, and we’ll get in and kick his ass.”

They both laughed.  “You’re the best.”

Cora smiled.  “Of course!  That’s what I’m here for.  I just wish I could go with you when you get your hair and makeup and stuff done for it.  I have a project I have to work on this afternoon.”

Louisa thought for a moment.  “You know what?  I should have enough time to stop by the cafe for a bit before going there?  That way you and the boys can see me in all my glory rather than just pictures?”

Cora squealed.  “YES!  That would be amazing!”

“Consider it done.”  She smiled at her friend.  The baking was almost complete.  The last of it just needed to cool off.  Louisa started boxing up everything else.

“Is that going to the cafe?”  Louisa noded in confirmation.  “Yep.  I figure why not.  Hopefully the guys won’t mind an extra drop off.”

“Lady, you’re crazy to think they’d mind extra goodies.  I went by for our drinks on my way here, and they were already sold out.”

“Really?”  She was stunned.  Cora nodded.  “They weren’t lying when they said your treats sell out fast.  When will you take them there?”

Louisa thought for a moment.  “I’ll probably go by after the brownies have cooled off so I can box those up too.”

“You’ll have to take the back entrance so you don’t get mauled.”

Louisa laughed.

Cora didn’t.  “Seriously.  Take the back entrance.  Let the guys know when you’re on your way, especially if you want to protect your anonymity as their baker.  I found a facebook page in tribute to your baked goods, and people are trying to figure out who the mystery baker is.”

She pulled out her phone and pulled up the facebook group to show her, and Louisa’s eyes went wide.  

Without further hesitation, she pulled out her phone and let the guys know she’d be coming by the back entrance in 30 minutes with some more goodies.  It didn’t take more than 2 seconds for either of them to respond with cheering emojis and gifs.

Cora had to take off and gave her friend a hug.  “I’ll be at the cafe when I finish!”  Louisa waved her off.

10 minutes later, the brownies were cooled.  Shortly after, she cut them into squares and packed them up.  She had to get 3 oversized totes to load up everything.  Although the bakery wasn’t super far, she decided to take a taxi this time to save herself the hassle of walking that far with such a large load.

The driver of the taxi she got was incredibly nice and dropped her off to the side of the cafe, allowing her to take all 3 totes around to the back entrance where Brad was eagerly waiting.

“I wasn’t expecting you to have more goodies for us today.  What ya got for me, babe?”  He grabbed 2 of the totes and helped her into the back of the cafe.  She started pulling things out, and his eyes went wider and wider.

“I hope this is okay?”

“Okay?  This is amazing!  I think we’ll save most of this for tomorrow morning.  The customers will be super excited to see these.”  He pulled out his laptop and went to the baker’s instagram page, ready to post that they received a few additional goodies for the afternoon.  Cora looked in awe.  Brad smiled.  “We decided to start posting when we open if we have treats and then again when we run out because SOME people were getting upset about not making it in time.  This will be a really nice surprise for them.”

She watched as he used his template to create a new post.  Before posting, he took the boxes to their small kitchen and started putting items on different plates.  When he had everything plated that he was going to put out that afternoon, he took a couple of pictures.  He created the new post first with the notice of new goodies in for the afternoon followed by pictures of what was now available.  He took them out front, and placed them in the display.  By the time he got back, which wasn’t more than a couple minutes, the post was already getting likes and comments.

Chad wanted to come back and say hello, but the moment the goodies were placed up front, there was a bum rush of people scrambling from their tables to get what they wanted before they were gone.  15 minutes later, everything was gone.

When Brad put up the next post with being sold out again, there were several comments.  Some were sad.  Others asked when there would be more.  There were also a couple of nasty comments about never having enough and that they should be giving more notice before putting things out.  Brad just rolled his eyes at the negative comments.

This entire time, Louisa was surprised to see how quickly everything sold, seeing the demand herself in person.  “They really like my stuff!”

“Bitch, I told you!”  Chad came into the back, finally having gotten a break.  He strode right up to Louisa and gave her a big hug.  “You didn’t have to bring us more stuff, but we really appreciate it.”  He looked over to see the other boxes of goodies left unopened.  “Why didn’t we put those……….”

Brad cut him off.  “We’re saving those for tomorrow.”  Chad nodded.  “Good idea.”  They heard the doorbell ding, and Brad took his turn going up front to help customers.

“What time is your appointment?”

She looked at her phone.  It was nearing 1:30 pm.  “It’s at 3.  So I have a little bit.”

He pulled out a couple of chairs for them.  “I’m so excited for you for tonight!  I bet you’ll look gorgeous.”

“I told Cora I’d come by here after I get my hair and makeup and stuff done.  Plus, I have to get the okay from you guys on how I look before I go to the gala.”

He smiled.  “Excellent!”  They chatted over the next hour.  Brad and Chad switched out every so often until she had to leave.  She took the back exit out, and hailed a cab on the side street.  The traffic was awful, but she made it on time to Adam’s who was waiting with bated breath.

They spent the first 2 hours working on the highlights in her hair before rinsing and then giving her a bit of a haircut.  It took the next hour to style her hair, having to make a few adjustments here and there based on how things were turning out.  

Once completed, he brought out his full makeup kit and started with primer, moving to other aspects.  30 minutes later, he pulled out the dress.  His female assistant helped her change into the dress carefully, placing a makeup collar protector before placing the final touches.  Once he was done, he pulled over his full length mirror.  Looking into it, she didn’t recognize herself.

She pointed to her reflection in the mirror.  “I don’t know who that is, but she looks like a model.”

He laughed a little.  “Babe, you look amazing all on your own.  I just added a touch here and there.  You could go au natural, and you’d still look incredible!”

Looking at her phone, it was 6:30, and the gala was starting soon.  Hailing a cab, she had her regular clothes in the garment bag.  When a black cab pulled over, she got into it very very carefully before giving him the address to the cafe.

By the time she reached the cafe, it was almost 7 pm, but she didn’t want to let her friends down.  So she pulled out her phone and sent him a quick message.

Sigyn: I’m running a bit late.  Fashionably late as the magazines say.

She carefully got out of the cab and went to the front door where Brad, Chad, and Cora were all waiting inside.  Opening the door, their heads snapped to see who it was and gawked at her, everyone’s eyes going big like saucers.

“Bitch, you look amazing!”  Everyone was afraid to touch her, scared they’d ruin some aspect of her outfit.

She was nervous.  “Are you sure?  I feel like it’s a little much.”  Her phone pinged.

Loki: Not a problem, darling.  That’s how the best people arrive, yourself included.

She couldn’t stop herself from smiling, and no one needed to guess who had just texted her.

“We need to get you to that ball before you turn into a pumpkin.”  Brad went to open the door while Chad hailed a cab.

Cora gave her air kisses, not wanting to ruin her makeup.  “You’ll knock him dead!”

Without further adieu, Brad helped her get into the cab carefully so that her dress wouldn’t snag or get caught on anything.  He gave the address to the cabbie and sent her on her way.

Taglist: @huntress-artemiss @jaidenhawke

[gatedelvers]

Devlog 1 - The Cursed Update (is still coming, we're not dead)

(Read in Steam) The latter part of this post will talk about upcoming content in patch 0.2. The early part here is a chronicle of the Fun Times we've had working on patch 0.2. If you want the latter, scroll down until you see a small crab face.

The Fun Times aka Why Isn't There New Stuff Yet

Around the start of July, someone on the Steam forums asked us when the major content updates were coming.

I, foolishly, answered along the lines of "1-2 months, unless something goes wrong :)"

This was not meant to be a challenge to existence as a whole to take every measure possible in order to stop the patch from being finished. I apologise to existence for the misunderstanding, and would like to clarify that I actually just want to make games.

To keep a long list short, in the last bunch of months our 3-person dev team has enjoyed exciting activities like: - Various health issues! - Losing a pet! - Mold poisoning! - Losing a home to a mold infestation! (i'm writing this from my mom's basement, like any self-respecting game developer) - Being harassed by fire alarm malfunctions! - Water damage scares! (unrelated to the mold thing, somehow)

At least we dodged the Unity Situation. Game's in Unreal. Thankfully. Condolences to anyone stuck dealing with that.

As it turns out, weekly disasters combined with a vague sense of time pressure do not for a good game development make. Things seem to have calmed down a bit, and we've been getting work done again, but at a slower rate (and we're still looking into that new, less poisonous apartment thing). I humbly request we be allowed to keep not getting wrecked.

That's enough venting, let's talk about the stuff you're actually here for: more roguelike dungeon crawly things!

The Major Update: 0.2 - Fairweather Fleet

Everything promised for the update in the little box on the main menu is still very much coming, but we've got a lot more details and some extra goodies packed into there! We're looking at:

- The new world, Fairweather Fleet. - A new playable character. - 9 new items, 7 of which are chest loot. - Seals, a new difficulty progression/challenge run system. - Scrap has been removed. - Lots of adjustments (spell rebalancing, new Librarian passive) and fixes to a lot of things.

The patch has definitely gotten a bit bigger than intended, but I'm pretty happy with the additions!

To elaborate on one of those, the removal of Scrap: Scrap as a resource added a lot of busywork before the game would let you stack infusions on your stuff, and the choice of throwing away a cool item to get the scrap necessary to make your other items more cool was never a particularly fun one. Neither was having to pass up on infusions so your co-op partner got to use more of them, and it's not great for a co-op game if having more players reduces the amount of fun stuff the game lets you do.

Infusing things is the fun part. Dealing with scrap costs was generally not. So we decided to remove Scrap entirely and add a simpler restriction to infusion stacking: All items now start with 1 infusion slot available, and each time you defeat a boss, all items everywhere gain 1 more slot for the rest of the run.

We also added gold, because vending machines need something you can pay with. The Scrapper makes gold now. Don't think about it too hard.

So far the results of the change have looked promising (mostly positive feedback from playtesters with a few valid complaints we're working to iron out), and a simpler system is easier to get into. Infusing is one of the cooler parts of the game, so we want everyone to get to play with it! To which end, we're also adding Un-Infusers that let you undo infusions and get all the material items back. They can be found at fountains, so feel free to try that infusion you're not sure will work out! ...After the patch. Not yet.

Thanks for reading, and playing :)

- Kalle-Eemeli "Mag" Paananen Game Designer/Programmer/Multitool Person

[castle-dominion]

4x12 m for mayor

Loving death. Oh gosh that coat? I recognize.

Martha??? Just like my little bro, finished all his credits & just doing advanced physics. I on the other hand took an extra year of high school. I wanted to go busking in europe for a year after high school before going to college but that didn't pan out. Oh an internship? seriously? She's such a boring goody two shoes which is actually really good for her & I'm proud ig...

hyoid! new york ofc she doesn't have her license. nice coat on castle, becks, espt, & lanie too. Everyone is so pretty today. (oh & ryan also looks great & has that pretty pink shirt with no tie, they keep dressing him in pink right after his marriage, I think that's on purpose. No tie tho which is interesting & brings back s1 vibes but it's rly rly cute) lmao amish. I mean yeah the hutterites mennonites & amish are, well... As a folk catholic myself I should keep my mouth shut. kept the purse? & dumped it? Why not just leave it with the vic? or take the cash just as a bonus?

BIG CHEESE? NO

New actor for the mayor? RW: This is one of New York’s finest, huh, Ricky? RC, fondly: She’s the best. I like him I think. KB: I’ll do my best to keep the nature of your business private. RW: Thanks. I hoped you’d be there, Rick. RC: Fondue night with Alexis, but I did send a cheque. [this one is a cheque not a check] who calls them staffER rather than just staff?

I like how jordan the intern (alexis?) leaves & then the mayor takes rick to talk about the library stuff. RW: You know, I’ll—I’ll leave you guys to work through this unless, Rick, you want to take a look at our new library initiative. It wouldn’t hurt us to have your endorsement on that. RC: For the New York Public Library, my first love? Anything.

BS: I’ve already done your legwork, Detective. The car was checked out by Elizabeth Watson, Senior Director of Communication here at the office. When she left last night’s event around midnight, she discovered that it was missing. [that's really good of him!] *Shay pulls out a piece of paper.* BS: Here’s her statement. [that's taking it a bit far] KB: With all due respect, Mr. Shay, police investigations are usually conducted by the police. [she's right] BS: Yeah, well, unfortunately the 24-hour news cycle moves a hell of a lot faster than you do [yeah lol] and I have to get all my ducks in a row before this thing breaks. It’s my job. [he's right] KB: And my job is to find Laura’s murderer. So, if you don’t mind, and even if you do, [you can still accept the statement & thank him] I’m gonna get my own statement from Ms. Watson about that car, and I’m also gonna need statements from all of your staff as to whether they recognize our victim. [as you should] BS: Knock yourself out. But trust me, you’re wasting your time. [bro] KB: It’s my time to waste. Now, I got a job to do. [she's right] BS: So do I. Let me be clear. Mayor Weldon is my priority, and I’m not about to let this thing embolden his opponents and ruin everything that we’ve built. [he's right]

RC: Step back? These are politicians. They can’t order at a restaurant without two compromises and an ultimatum. Ooh gates is rly pretty Use castle's closeness to your advantage? Oh no castle you ARE biased

KR: No phone calls at all, because Laura Cambridge didn’t own a cell phone. Her credit cards haven’t been used in six months. RC: No cell phone and no credit cards? It’s like she’s from another century. JE: Amish theory’s looking pretty good, bro. Oh, I remember now. This is the phone sex episode. Good will hunting but in reverse. markiplier is the matt damon of poop. Rape or smth? death of a loved one?

Chuckleheads? like that time rysposito kept saying names for suspects & almost f*cked right then & there? Officer & gentleman? lmao. John watson? Mr Harvey: Bunch of deadbeat tenants in here. You ever get bored? I’m sure I could fill up a couple of holding cells for you. Caucasian is actually specific, not just white.

Ooh I love the pattern on the vest, I love esposito's shirt, looks not necessarily ironed but has some good breast pockets, I feel like the pink might contrast with his eyes. I'm a blue-eyed-indian but dang my eyes aren't that blue.

"No Please" really makes me think bad stuff & then Phone sex, babes!!! "yeah I'm still here babey" XD RC: I’d say it’s about $4.99 a minute. It’s not a sweatshop. *points to wall saying dial a goddess* It’s a sex shop.

Good gracious this is... well... I like how the office has dial-a-goddess art on the walls. Makes it feel more like an office. Tho they could work from home. But then they would have to set up secure phoning in their homes & it would just be easier & safer (safety of SWs is important) to route the office for payment & safety & anonymity. RC: Well, being the Chief… *reads the manager's nameplate* ...Sexecutive Officer did you notice any conflicts with her and her colleagues? [lmao sexecutive] MK: Maybe she liked it. We get all types here, Detective: students, actresses, moms. I know an accountant who did it because she liked the challenge…and it turned her on. It's a powerful thing to make a client lust for you.

Lil bro played the minecraft chicken sound & I was so confused for a sec bc I thought it was from-- (I almost called it sherlock)-- (I almost called it murdoch)-- Castle.

So true. You need fellowship & company & sometimes people, esp men, need the intimacy of sex to be able to have that emotional intimacy. Don't tell my mom but I've spoken to my priest about this, when I was in school & really stressed, I would have adult fun a lot, but after school was over (& I increased my testosterone dose too!) I stopped doing so much adult fun. It is a stress reliever. RC: It's therapy. Or…so I've been told. Castle nobody would doubt that you have called a place like this before. Plus you could say "or so I theorize" or smth. I mean remember that plastic surgery case when ryaposito were like "I can't believe the doctor doesn't have porn on his work computer" & the nanny case when castle saw rysposito & the captain standing around a computer & he said "that better not be porn & if it is I want in" like what? Ah well such is life. (Question for all you real adults out there, I'm technically an adult & I'm sort of a man but I'm trans & young & sheltered: do men really jerk off together? Do they sit around & watch porn together? Seems kind of gay tbh, jerking off around other men, comfy with or wanting them to see you jack it? sus. also gross.)

*picks up his phone & immediately has the number up*

WHEN was the door opened tho? Ah gas company. Fake af. Six foot, white, dark hair again.

Hm, usually drinks for actors are just coloured water but this wine has a foam on it, it looks very much like real wine imo.

RC: but that's going to be like looking for a needle in a needle stack. OH HO HO THIS IS A PLOT HEAVY EPISODE? I THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE WHEN I FIRST STARTED PLAYING IT BUT THEN I THOUGHT TO MYSELF IT CAN'T BE BUT HERE IT IS IT IS INDEED A PLOT HEAVY EPISODE. HOO HOO HOO. but how so they always seem to be able to catch the murderer after being told not to in these episodes?

Greater forces at play? There is way too much, so much more than just beckett than just beckett's mom, with all the killing & death I think it is not worth it to look the other way for the safety of just one person. What if you DON'T know when it is time? RC: Tell her what? "Hey, Kate, I've been taking calls from a shadowy figure who wants to keep you off your mother's murder case so they don't kill you, too"?

KB on the phone: No, I'm not eating *while eating* RC: Brown cashmere. So, we narrow our suspects down to rich men with impeccable taste. KB: Are you saying you're a suspect? LOTS of phone calls dang. copious is a good word. RC: Are there any calls in there from the Mayor's office? KB: I thought you said you were confident that he wasn't involved? RC: I'm…just trying to be thorough…and impartial. KR: Not yet. But the private sector is well represented. I got calls from The Met, banks, several high profile brokerage houses. No wonder the economy collapsed, huh? btw ryan outfit, no tie, striped shirt (not a fan of stripes), & vest plus jacket with lapel pin. Typical Ryan wear. I prefer castle's stripes, they are a pattern in the weave of the fabric to make it catch the light differently, they are not actually different colours. Nice dark navy blue jacket.

Rystle protecting beckett they both love her so much. RC: A television station! RC: ya idk The way espt says navarro <3 beckett's jacket <3

my brother helped me get ship names for just the main four. 0: nobody 1: castle, beckett, ryan, esposito 2: caskett, rystle, Castlesito castito casposito espostle estle (he actually didn't help me choose), ryckett, especkett, rysposito 3: ryspeckett, ryspostle, caspeckett, Rycaskett 4: rycaspockett caskeitan (I chose rycaspockett but lil bro chose caskeitan which is three syllables but four ppl)

Man had a nice tie I am not the smartest person but here: Polemic = a speech or piece of writing expressing a strongly critical attack on or controversial opinion about someone or something.

Oh no not the mayor! & then the coat nooo

Remember what happened last time castle? with damien? Tho if he DID do it then he ruined his own career.

It's the backgrounds that make the show. I'm noticing this while gates is getter her leftovers for lunch. They have cereal tupperwares on top of the fridge, including fruit loops (froot loops?) & images on the fridge.

RC: You know what I think? I think she's hoping it's him, because if he's gone, I'm gone. She's right, she can't have him with her.

Find a nice private space to talk, you don't need to do it in public you don't need to do it in the interrogation room.

Lol I forgot that this was before castle & gates started to make some leeway.

VG: We are tasked by the City of New York to protect its people. Sometimes that task comes with a cost. I know what they call me, Detective. "Iron Gates." I hear the whispers. "She's from I.A., she must hate cops." Well, the truth is I love cops. My daddy was a cop, my uncles were cops. But the sergeant who assaulted my patrol partner under color of authority, who holds him accountable? We do. Go to the mayor, get him to voluntarily surrender his coat for fiber testing without a warrant. Tell him it's the only way to keep it out of the media. But if he refuses, you get that warrant and you do your job, whatever the cost. This is why I respect gates. I'm anti-cop so I respect her here. Protect the people, keep the cops in line.

He DOES play poker with him lol.

It's going to be the kid right? The intern? I respect that, I'd believe that. Once you are given the context you remember but you don't remember before that. The way castle nods at him. "it is in your best interest" Oh no he killed her? Who is "they"? Ah "they" probably planted his coat. She still needs to get the coat but again they could have planted the evidence. Yeah castle! She totally should have told him that she needed the coat & was going to get it either way. Withholding the coat & then getting it with a court order looks guilty but it looks even guiltier if they find it matches, but then it supports the conspiracy thing if he turns it over bc he believes it is normal. Here's a question tho, what if two coats were made of the same alpaca fur or whatever? What if someone spilled hot sauce on their coat & so the part on the body has hot sauce residue but the part of the coat they test has no hot sauce residue so they don't match? idk how forensics work(s).

Sus parking garage. Does he see the guy's face? not right but not wrong? Man just disappears like that? So cool & sexy bestie.

Ryan not wearing his gun rn. Rly cute tho, nice sweater, he also seems almost to be walking like a girl rn which is weird. Not a hip-problem way like he often does.

woah who's that wearing the unicorn onesie? "I had an epiphany" he says Fellow had a rubik's cube in her office while she was doing phone sex lol

Sarah! Heck yes!

lmao poor greta gramma I remembered it! It was indeed the boy I remembered! tho I feel bad that it was jordan More dangerous than you know though, so like here, why did smith help the investigation if he knew that beckett would get closer to The Big Bad Guy? Wouldn't he try to steer her away to protect her? suspense suspense suspense just spit it out BILL MOSS I KNOW THAT NAME FROM FUTURE SEASONS he has a nice coat btw.

KB: Jordan Norris is a pawn. I want the people controlling him. VG: Oh, it’s a long game, Kate. Play it piece by piece. (sus?) Feel bad for big cheese

RW: There are people out there. I realize it now, people who control what goes on in this city and beyond. I wouldn’t play ball, so they took me out of the game. It’s been decided: this is as far as I get. Like watts the autistic jewish man can't get better than detective, murdoch the catholic autistic man who can't get better than detective, george crabtree the adhd ex-con (innocent) who was raised by prostitutes who can't get better than constable.

RC: I’d be gone from the Twelfth Precinct. Me: not everything is abt you Smith: nono he's right. Smith: You play chess, Mr. Castle? There are times when a well-placed pawn is more powerful than a king. casually says he's a pawn. But good, he reaveals that castle's job is to protect kate, keep her in check.

Like yeah the case wasn't quite resolved but he had to prevent it from going any further, that's what's going on. I see

Oof so yeah that was a good episode.

[pablothefrog]

No... I shan't say it

[violetsandfluff]

Nighttime Routine

concept from @reveriehs

Harry and Y/N had been doing their skincare together every night since she moved in with him. Their products created a long, colorful row across the bathroom counter, which they navigated with ease.

“Close your eyes,” you instructed as you peeled open one of your favorite face masks. It felt so cooling and refreshing, you were sure Harry would love it. You laid it gently on his face and his eyes widened in surprise before you coaxed them back shut. “If that feels good, wait ‘til you feel this.” You ran your jade roller all over his face, lifting it up rather than pulling it down.

Harry practically purred at the sensation, his head falling back against his neck. “Yeah,” he groaned.

“Yeah, H?” you questioned, and he gave you a lazy nod in response.

“Feels so smooth,” he moaned wistfully. “ ‘F only I had some of my own.”

“Too bad,” you piped cheerfully as you continued rolling the stone up his face. “It makes your skin feel so smooth, it’s almost unrealistic.”

“You are unbearably unrealistic,” Harry groaned, head still back. “Goddess.”

You let out a soft hum in place of a giggle as you finished massaging his face. You peeled off the mask, leaving him in awe of his smooth, hydrated complexion.

“Now what are you gonna do to me, Mr. Styles?” you asked, giving his bare chest a playful slap.

“I haven’t quite decided yet,” he replied as he examined you with a smirk on his face. “Maybe…”

You watched his eyes scan the array of products before him as he carefully selected his favorite face soap. “This.” He squeezed some onto his dampened fingers and lathered it onto your face. He rubbed gentle circles across every inch of it as you blushed subconsciously, a result of the attention from Harry.

His eyes were glittering before you, enthralled by your beautiful face.

“Who’s got you so bothered?” you inquired, to which he didn’t respond.

He only reached for his moisturizer and spread it across your face, taking extra care to be gentle.

“It’s so smooth,” you commented.

Then, it was your turn to pamper him again. “Close your eyes and pick.”

His fingers fumbled around a small brown bottle and he handed it to you. “What is it?”

“Anti-aging serum!” you exclaimed, your chipper tone driving him mad. “Just perfect!”

“I am not aging,” Harry contradicted, folding his arms in retaliation.

“You sure look a lot different that when I first met you,” you reasoned, dripping the golden serum onto his forehead and cheeks. “Obstinate, aging baby.”

He let out a growl at your words, but he wasn’t unhappy, because every word was spoken out of your adoration for him.

Your fingers worked the serum into his skin, and, when you’d finished, he looked in the mirror, claiming to have aged backwards. “I feel rejuvenated,” he remarked coyly. “I am your baby-faced baby again.”

“Shut up,” you hissed through your giggles.

Harry picked up your new vibrating contraption that was supposed to tighten your skin, and turned it on.

“How do I use this?”

“Press the button and put it on my face,” you explained dumbly.

He died as you instructed, letting the machine whir gently across your skin.

“I can’t see how this is tightening, but it makes me want to squish those precious little cheeks.”

“Ooh, Harry!” you exclaimed, causing him to nearly drop your gadget. “I have a lip scrub from Lush that I wanna try on you. Come closer.”

You opened the container, waving it beneath his nose so he could get a whiff of it.

“It’s called Watermelon Sugar,” you explained excitedly. “It’s perfect for you!”

“Oh, goody.”

You scraped some of the soft crystals from the jar and spread them across his pink lips, scrubbing them gently back and forth. When you were done, he couldn’t help but lick his lips in amazement.

“I can kiss you again!” you remarked, receiving a dirty look from him.

“Watch it missy,” he warned. “I could use that vibrater for things you cannot wrap your pretty little mind around.”

“Such as?”

“Oh… you know…” he began, scrambling for ideas. “Ah… rattling your face off, pussy torture? The usual.”

“The usual, hm?”

“I don’t know about you, love, but I feel like using the kiss facial right now.” With that, his mouth was all over your face, whether you liked it or not.

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[undead-merman]

💘Love Interests on Valentines Day💘 GN-Reader SFW and NSFW

Robin

Date night

He was so nervous about tonight. He had found the perfect spot for just the two of you, safe from any danger as far as he could see. It was perfect, simply perfect, and he was so worried that something was going to come and ruin it all. Fate was cruel like that to him. But you had done so much for him, it was the least he could do for you. 

So, as soon as you met him, he presented you with a basket filled with goodies, just like you do when you go out to the forest. He takes your hand and you see him take a different path. But before you can get worried, you stumble upon a small clearing, no bigger than the bathroom at the orphanage, but it was filled with wildflowers and they had just started to bloom. Robin made sure to set up the blanket so it wouldn’t crush any of them. 

There, you eat a simple dinner, but the calming scenery with just the sounds of birds, the company you had, and the slowly setting sun somehow makes it taste better.

Just as you both finish, Robin tells you to hold on, he's got something a little extra. From inside his basket, he pulls out a small plastic bag with red Sharpie hearts and a bow drawn on them. "I made you chocolates. I somehow managed to scrounge up some stuff to make it. Thank you for always watching over me. I promise someday you won’t have to anymore. I love you, so, so much"

Tasting them, they're a bit on the sweeter side and shaped as slightly misshapen hearts. He’s tearful if you tell him they're good and visibly deflated when you tell him the mistakes he made, but they aren’t bad, and certainly could be much worse. He then leans over for a kiss, his hands taking yours and when kissing you you can feel his tongue moving, as if he’s tasting the lingering chocolate in your mouth.     

After Party

He pulls back, his face heated and his tongue still poking out of his mouth before he collects himself enough to speak. "Can we?" is all he asks, and once you nod, he’s right back to shoving his tongue in your mouth. 

He quickly peels off your clothes along with his and finally pulls back so he can take a moment to fuck your thighs, his dick rubbing against your sex and leaking precum making it easier for him to thrust. He makes sure to grind against your sex as much as he can while he fishes out a lube packet from his pants, now used to carrying it around. He warmed it up before smearing it on his dick and then moving to your hole and teasing his tip against it before thrusting in. 

His grip is tight, but when he cums it's so warm and freeing that it feels like you're in paradise for just a few moments as he lays with you.     

Kylar

Date night

He was on cloud nine. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could ruin this day for him. He had been thinking about this date since the new year rolled over. 

He hadn't even slept last night after he finished making your gift. He just scrolled through his photo album of you with love songs playing in the background. 

When he saw you, he ran up to you, nearly leaping into your arms with a smothering hug, or at least as much as he could with his small frame. He’s dressed up in a surprisingly nice suit that’s a size or two bigger than him, though the hoodie he normally wears isn’t much different.

He pulls you into the café where he offers to pay for whatever you want. And the whole time he’s just focused on watching you eat, he barely touches his food himself, content to nibble and watch you enjoy yourself, but he orders a milkshake for you both to share. He switches out the plain straw for a simple red twisted one in the shape of a heart, it's tooth rottenly sweet and embarrassing. 

Refusing to drink makes him nearly tear up, but he manages to bite it down. If you do, he's sure to take a quick sip as soon as you pull it out of your mouth with trembling lips and eyes shut in what looks like immeasurable bliss. 

Once you're both finished, he takes you for a walk in the park, where he's practically glued to your side and you can almost see the hearts dancing around him. Once you stop at the fountain, Kylar fiddles with his bag and pulls out a wrapped box topped with a perfect bow. 

Inside are cookies, your favorite type too, and enough to last you a week. He asks you if they're good. His hands tremble as he watches you take a bite. They're good, great even. But the way he's nearly drooling over watching you eat them makes you suspicious, if not a bit frightened. Before you can ask anything, he's pulling you close and kissing you. 

After Party

Kylar whispers where you'd like to continue your night, and it doesn't matter what you pick, your home, some bush, the woods, a public bathroom. He'll drag you there with an iron grip and press his forehead against yours before giving you what feels like a fairy tale kiss. But the illusion is ruined and you're brought back to reality as he tugs your clothes off and already has his pants tugged down, releasing his cock that looks painfully hard. 

He teases the tip of his cock against your hole, and you can feel his heavy breath on you. He pushes one of your legs up so he can have better access, and he's leaving sloppy kisses on your thighs.

Once he can, he pushes in with a single flex of his hips. He's fully inside and you can feel him throbbing, hips shaking in relief, but also trying not to cum as soon as he is inside. 

He fuck you wildly and with dangerous precision. He knows every single one of your sensitive spots like the back of his hand, maybe even better at this point, even better than he might know himself. And when he cums he doesn’t stop once, he goes a few more times, making sure your body takes all the cum that it can. If only he had a way to make it stay inside you. 

He takes a moment to hold you and rubs both hands along your stomach while just inhaling your scent. He’s inside you in so many beautiful ways.    

Whitney

 Date night

He had given you a very specific time and spot for your date. He told you to dress nicely too. When you meet up you're a bit shocked that he's also dressed nicely as well, not overly, just a plain dress shirt and silk tie with a pair of trousers. When he sees you, he grins that toothy smug grin like he always does. 

He gropes your ass and pulls you into him and takes a few moments to openly make out with you. He eventually pulls away with a lick of his lips. "You look nice, slut. Come on," he says, yanking your hand and walking to a nearby bar.

There he sits and tries to have you sit in his lap. If you don't, it sours his mood, and he might just force you onto his lap regardless. But if he’s in a good mood, he’ll let it slide just this once. There he orders you both drinks, and he hands one to you before he starts on his. It’s a mild drink, nothing too strong, and he only gets one, waiting for you to finish your drink. 

Once you're finished, he takes you to another bar and repeats, sitting with you having a single drink, usually the bar’s special, before moving on to the next. He doesn’t really try to get you drunk, but if you’re a lightweight, it doesn’t take much and he’ll end the night before you end up getting sloppy. 

He ends up taking you to the park, where he sits you down and lights a cigarette before digging in his pocket and handing you a few pieces of warm chocolate in heart shaped wrappers and handing them to you before tossing you a bottle of water to help sober you up. He grins at you, telling you he expects some payment for such an adventurous night. 

After Party

He just unzips his pants and pulls out his cock before pulling you up to it. He looks like a king with an evil grin, sitting on his throne as he waits for your mouth and tongue. Taking too much time, and he’ll just do it for you. 

His fingers hook into your hair and guide you up and down his dick. He's pulling out his phone with his free hand and taking a few up-close pictures. 

After he cums he presses his foot into your crotch and asks if you'd like more. He'll hike you up on his hips, having you wrap your legs and arms around you as he fucks you openly without a care in the world. His hands are on your ass, squeezing with every thrust of his hips until you both finish and he gives your ass a nice firm slap. 

Sydney

Date night

Sydney was so excited to spend the night with you. He was able to scrounge up the things he needed from home and make a bit of money to get some of the things he didn’t have on hand. He invited you to the beach and waited there with baited breath. 

When you arrive, he runs over, twirling you in his arms and kissing you on your forehead. He thanks you for coming and leads you to his set up where he has a small table set up more toward the rocks and away from the main beach. There's an old but comfy looking blanket and some candles arranged in small holes in the sand. 

He walks over to the table, pulling out a chair for you and putting some simple home cooked food on plastic plates. The food is still warm and incomparable to the food at the orphanage. It's mouth watering. 

Once you both finish, Sydney asks you what you'd like to do. Play with a beach ball? Why not unwind on the blanket? Stroll around the less-frequently visited parts of the beach? Whatever you want. Though if corrupted, he'll make lewd jokes the whole time, suggesting having sex on the beach. 

After Party

He ends the night by looking up at the stars with you. The lights from his candles were still glimmering on the sand, and his hand was entwined with yours. Pure Sydney looks over at you with a sheepish smile, asking if there is anything special you’d like to do tonight, while Corrupt Sydney just unlinks your hand and starts trailing up your thighs and rubs your crotch with the same words but with a much different tone.  

He pulls off his shirt and gives you a bit of a show about it. Underneath you can see pure white lingerie, or blazing red with black trim, depending on his disposition. 

He even offers you a pair to match his. He helps you into them and lazily grinds into your new underwear. Using the hem to fuck. And you can feel his warm dick slide on your skin until he sticks it inside right where your sex is and humps against it as he holds your face in one hand so lovingly. Until he finally sums making a mess of both of you. 

Alex

Date night

He never celebrated Valentine's, really only getting chocolates from his mother. So now he's mulling over you and what would be a normal and fun date. 

He calls you over and tells you to put on some nice clothes. You're going out. Seeing his formal attire, it's just a white button down with a pair of jeans that are not ripped and covered in mud stains. He takes you into town on horseback. 

There he brings you to a nice restaurant. It's nicer than what he seems comfortable with. You sit down and he's tugging at his tie, but when he looks over at you he calms down and just seems to focus on you. 

The dinner is calm and nice, the décor shimmering in the low, warm light, and a rose vase and candle are the centerpieces of your table. During the date, he doesn’t say much other than the occasional check to see if you're enjoying yourself. He does ask if you'd like a drink with your dinner, but he drinks regardless of your choice. 

Once the dinner is over, before you leave, he asks you to wait outside by the steeds, and when he returns, he has a big heart shaped box and hands it to you. He pulls you into an embrace before giving you a quick loving kiss before taking you home. 

After Party

Before you can get off your horse, he pulls you over his shoulder and dashes inside the house, not even making it to the bed before throwing you down on an old couch, laughing as he falls with you. After he peels his tie off, he comes back down to you, diving into your lips as he shrugs off his shirt. 

He helps you up, ridding you of clothes before tugging you close, asking if you had fun as he ducks into your neck with long licks and sucking hickies into it. He feels around for a nearby drawer with some lube and squeezes it onto his fingers, and he sits you back down on the couch, this time on his lap so he can finger you. He starts slow at first but soon picks up the pace until he’s basically fucking you with his hard calloused fingers until you cum from them. 

He smirks at your release, giving you a playful swat on your sensitive ass before slathering his dick in lube and changing it so you're laying down. He fucks you like a wild animal and with every pent-up feeling he had that night. He cums, hard, and his dick still twitches inside you even after he’s left spent.    

Avery

Date night

It was the same meeting place, same time as always, and the same dress code too. When you got into his car, nothing looked any different than what you were used to, just the same old routine, but he took a different turn. 

He pulls up to a much smaller place than you were used to, though it is just as extravagant as the other places he takes you to. He leads you inside, and the smell of chocolate and wine crashes over you both. Someone dressed up without a hair out of place welcomes you both before leading you to a seat and explaining the process of wine and chocolate tasting here.

Avery spends his time tasting them all, not speaking much outside of idle chatter, but the sweets and wine are delightful, so much so that they were some of the best sweets you’ve ever tasted. Avery smiles at you with a knowing face as if he could read your mind. 

Every once in a while, you might feel his foot trail up your leg and get a soft grin as he continues to toy with you. If he manages to make you cum, he flashes you a toothy grin before going back to the tasting. 

After you both are finished, he leads you to the car and takes you to the hotel you’re all too familiar with, which seems to have done some decorating for Valentine's Day, but in a subtle and more tasteful way.    

After Party

When you get up to the room, you see a small variety of themed clothing for you, as well as a few toys on top, brand new and still in their packaging. It looks like he’s certainly planning on using them tonight. 

When he comes in, if you’re all dressed up, he’s grinning from ear to ear as he'll be pulling his suit off and folding it at the bedside. Already using some of the sex toys gets him even more riled up. A cocky and excited grin stretches across his face as he asks to see. 

He spends the night playing with you. The façade he normally has is fizzling off even more tonight, and he seems hungry. He uses the toys on you and watches the reactions as you rub or suck his cock. He’s playing with you like a cat with a ball of yarn. He spends what feels like forever doing this until he’s finally satisfied; and pulls out anything still inside you before finally pushing his own dick inside and fucking you much rougher than you’re used to with him unless he’s angry, but at least you don’t feel scared this time. He cums and pulls out of you with a pop pulling you up for a kiss with a content and peaceful smile as you go limp in his arms.   

[moemoemammon]

I just found ur blog and read thru some of ur stuff and im in love !! Ur writing is nice to read, and always gives a nice picture of the situation

If its aight, could u do some headcannons for the demon bros Finding out mc goes real hard on housekeeping ? Im talking fast and good cleaning, does chores without problems, propably even cleans after them (totally doesnt mother them in anyway), all without complaint, mc just cares

Housekeeper MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

The fact that he didn't have to shove a mop and bucket into your hands like the evil stepmother has him like 👀👀

Out of every person he's met, you and Barb are the only ones that actually enjoy cleaning? And now he's wondering if you've been influenced by him in some way because got damn are those floors sparkling-

Ever since you've arrived, the house has been immaculate. But as much as he enjoys that, he worries that you aren't leaving enough chores for his brothers to do.

They're gonna be lazy at this rate, especially if you keep cleaning up after them like that. He's planning to sit you down and have a good talk about how you should rest a bit, and- D...did you polish his desk????

"MC... as grateful as I am to you, I thought I asked you to rest? You don't have to clean every little thing in this house. You're here as our guest, and more, so I won't have you behaving like a maid. But if you're that interested in keeping your hands busy, you may feel free to maintain my desktop. It looks as good as new, thanks to you."

Mammon

Oh, so you're one of THOSE types, huh? The goody goodies that like to make everything clean and sparkly, huh?? Well don't expect him to help ya!

Was an asshole at first. Made messes to see if you'd clean them, tried to dump his chores on you, etc. But now that you've stolen his heart? Yeah, he wants you to sit down.

You're messing up your hands with all that time spent scrubbing crevices and dusting ugly old paintings, when you could be spending time with him!

Tch, that's it! If it's chores that're keeping you from looking his way, he'll just finish them before you can do anything! Checkmate!

"You're always scrubbin' somethin'! Let my brothers take care of the messes, while YOU sit down and watch this movie with me! Ain't no point in watchin' it by myself, so I ain't takin' no for an answer!" "Huh?? Waddya mean 'when was the last time I vacuumed'??"

Levi

Oi oi oi...! What do you think you're doing with that feather duster?! You don't think you've got the right to approach his figures with it, do you?! WRONG!

But you quickly discover how ticklish Levi is, and he squirms out of your way while watching in horror as you... delicately handle every figure? And dust them from top to bottom, without so much as an accessory out of place..?

Wait... are you seriously okay with picking up all that trash?? S-some of it's sticky from all the junk food, and- Gah! Don't go messing around in his closet!!!

Yeahhh Levi doesn't let you clean his room lmao. It's way too stimulating to watch you carefully touch every surface in his room... I-it's like you're heaven everything with your presence, and...

"S-so yeah! The only things you're allowed to clean are the figures and the outside of Henry's tank! Nothing else, got it?! Anything more and I seriously won't be able to handle it...I won't even be able to sit still in my own room......." 👉👈

Satan

Satan found it funny how willing you were to take up every little chore there was to be done in the house and he's got to admit, reading is much more enjoyable in a tidy environment.

But what he REALLY wants to know is how you managed to dust off every single book in the house, his room included, without him?? Knowing?? And you've done every shelf as well, cleaned out the cobwebs behind it, and even repaired that little tear in the upholstery of his favorite arm chair????

Has also deduced that you're probably the maid character in the books that knows everything. Actually, you're a lot like Barbatos. What secrets are you hiding human 🔫

Just kidding. But yeah, when you insist on dusting his room, he follows you around the room and watches you. You know, just in case you fall or something falls on you! No other reason.

"As much as I like having you here all to myself, it makes me feel bad watching you do that by yourself. Why don't you we clean together? We'll get it done twice as fast, and when we're finished, I'd like to read a book to you. You remind me of a certain character from a murder mystery novel I've started."

Asmo

Eeehhh?!?!? You've seriously managed to organize both his endless skin care product collection, and his ENTIRE wardrobe?!? You're amazing...!

And you don't stop there. You were more than happy to clean his tub for him and everything, and you know how hard it is to get oil off the side of a tub, right? You're a lifesaver!

Asmo casually pawns off his chores too you. Oh, he just did his nails! Can you do the dishes? Ah, he just bought this outfit. Can you take out the trash? He's about to go out with his friends to a party, so be a dear and take care of the common bathroom for him?

Lucifer scolds the shit out of him every time he catches him doing that. You're welcome. But don't think Asmo won't repay you! He'll give you so much love, you'll be drowning in it! Figuratively or literally, depending on your preferences-

"Fufufu... if you wanted my attention, you should've just told me! You didn't have to go tidying up my shoe collection, but I'm happy you did~! If you keep spoiling me like this, I might not be able to keep my hands off of you! Unless... that's what you wanted?"

Beel

Things tend to get pretty messy with Beel around, with the trail of crumbs he always leaves in his wake, and how he manages to get every surface he touches sticky. But you must be a miracle worker...

You're like a living roomba, and his ravenous appetite is no match against your cleaning skills! You seem to predict when the food bits will fall, and it's thanks to you that he can eat without a care in the world!

It's actually kind of scary, though. He'll drop a bite of his sandwich and move down to retrieve it to eat, and... it's gone. Poof. Into the ether of the garbage can...

You can still rest once in a while though, you know? Beel offers to help you with the cleaning, and he's more than happy to let you climb up his shoulders to reach those high places. It makes him happy to know he can lend a hand.

"MC, I already cleaned over here so you don't have to do it. I cleaned there, too. That means you don't have anything else to do, so why don't you have a lunch break with me? It's not good to work so hard all the time."

Belphie

Belphie's one for the more observant brothers, so your clean freak habits didn't go unnoticed. He didn't know if you were obsessed with cleaning, or if you genuinely enjoyed it, but at least you were doing it without a fuss?

And man did you do a good job. Everywhere you cleaned was left with the lingering smell of vanilla and lavender, and... you know, the smell is making him sleepy.

Every pillow his head touches seems especially fluffy, too! When he found out you made a regular habit of washing and fluffing them, and they smell amazing... He feels like he's laying on a cloud...

He won't admit it genuinely, but he really does love what you're doing with the place. It makes him feel a little fuzzy inside when he finds his pillow on his bed, freshly laundered and soft to the touch. He clings to it extra tight those nights.

"You know if you keep this up, I might prefer the pillows to your lap. Ah, but don't worry, I don't really mean it. There's no way a pillow could replace you, no matter how good it smells. I think."

[watchmegetobsessed]

Prompt/Request Idea!! I don’t really have a vision for the beginning or how it should end but I thought it was a cute idea. Harry sees the reader in one of his T-shirts for the first time. And maybe she doesn’t realize it’s a big deal like she just wanted to get out of her uncomfy clothes and grabbed the first shirt she saw and threw it on. But like Harry turns around and sees her and his world stops for a sec. lol can you tell I’m a hopeless romantic?? Also I got this idea listening to a country song (T-Shirt by Thomas Rhett) so yea that’s it!! This just popped into my head and you are one of my fave Harry writers so I figured why not.

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a/n: hii! im sorry it took me so long to get around and write this but i was finally in the mood to write something extra fluffy so here it is! hope you'll like it!

pairing: Boyfriend!Harry X Reader

word count: 1180

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(gif is not mine)

“We can start in a bit, I just have to make a quick call to Jeff, is that alright?”

Harry keys the two of you into his house, heavy paper bags in both your hands and his as you just came back from grocery shopping. Tonight is date night, but after the long week you both had, you chose to just cook something together and then get lazy on the couch cuddled up with a good movie. It’s exactly what you need right now.

“Sure, take your time,” you smile back at him as the two of you walk into the kitchen, putting the bags to the counter. “I’ll unpack these in the meantime,” you offer, digging into the bags of goodies.

“Thank you, love,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before making his way into his study to get over with anything work related as soon as possible so he can spend his time with you.

While he is on the phone in there, you softly hum to yourself, unpacking everything you bought, leaving what you’ll need for dinner on the counter and putting away the rest. You already know your way around Harry’s kitchen, you’ve spent a fair amount of time in his home since you’ve started dating just a few months ago. At first you felt hesitant whether the timing for the two of you to give it a shot is good, both of you driving a quite busy life lately, but at last you’re glad you listened to your heart. You’ve grown to love him more and faster than you ever thought and now you can’t even imagine your everydays without him.

When you’re done with the unpacking, Harry is still on the phone so you decide to start peeling the potatoes since there’s a good amount of that, Harry has been craving fries all day so you’re making that as a side. But before you could start working, you decide to make yourself comfier. Still wearing your dress from work today, you make your way into Harry’s closet, roaming through his simple t-shirts, grabbing one for yourself as well as one of his workout shorts before you strip yourself out of the tight dress and put on his clothes, allowing you to feel so much more comfortable and relaxed.

When you’re back in the kitchen you connect your phone to the Bluetooth speakers he keeps there, putting on some soft music as you start peeling the potatoes, taking your time, not wanting to get much ahead on your own, since the whole point of the evening is to cook together, something you’ve been doing a lot since you’ve started dating. In fact, on your very first date, instead of taking you out to some expensive restaurant he chose to make home-made tacos together and it was the most perfect first date you’ve ever been on.

On the other end of the house, Harry finally finishes up his call and puts his phone on do not disturb, not wanting anyone or anything to interrupt his time with his girlfriend before he makes his way out to the kitchen. He hears the music before he sees you moving around and a smile tugs on his pink lips how you’re listening to a country song again. You’ve shared with him your recent obsession with country music lately and how you always find yourself gravitating towards this genre whenever you’re listening to music.

As Harry approaches the kitchen you finally come into his view, standing with your back facing him as you gently sway your hips to the rhythm, humming to yourself while peeling the potatoes near the sink. Stopping in his tracks, he allows himself to adorn the sight of you, especially because he can feel his heart pitter-pattering in his chest when he realizes that you’ve changed out of your dress and put on some of his clothes.

The blue shirt hands loose around your frame, the hem reaching down to your mid-thigh, the seams on your shoulders falling way past where they usually do on his body. The workout shorts are baggy on you and though the shirt is covering your hips, he can tell you rolled down the waist of the shorts so they fit you just a tad bit better.

He is in love with this sight, his beautiful girlfriend in the peace of his home, wearing his clothes, ready to spend the rest of the evening together, talking it away about anything and everything, because that’s what usually happens. He loves hearing you tell him your opinion about anything, loves to know your thoughts and feelings, loves listening to your rambling about the things that interest you lately.

He just loves you and everything about you.

It’s not the first time he is seeing you wearing his clothes, it had happened several times when you were spending the night over at his place and after some mind-blowing sex you felt more comfortable in his clothes than your own, but every time it happened before you always asked, as if you didn’t have a right to just take whatever you want from him. In his book, everything he owns is already yours as well, nothing is borrowed anymore, but you haven’t gotten past the point where you don’t ask, but now it finally happened and Harry couldn’t be happier about it. It means that you’ve settled into the thought of the two of you being a full item, equals in a happy relationship.

Harry walks up behind you, his hands sliding around your waist and under the shirt so his palm is touching your bare stomach, his fingers playfully dancing on your naked skin. You smile to yourself, melting against his chest instantly, your bodies fitting together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces.

“Hey handsome, done with everything?” you ask, turning your head to the side so your lips could meet his in a short peck.

“Yeah. I’m all yours.”

“Mmm, finally,” you chuckle playfully, a giggle escaping your lips as he tickles you a little before his arms fall from around you.

Standing next to you he leans against the counter, taking another few moments to just watch and adorn you, his arms crossed on his chest as a small, content smirk tugs on his lips. You catch his gaze, but you have no idea why he is staring at you like that and you can’t help the nervous little giggle that falls from your lips.

“What is it?” you ask, bumping your hip against his playfully.

“Nothing, I just… I really love you, that’s it,” he shrugs and you feel the warmth hugging your chest at his words.

“And I love you too.” Dropping the peeled potato from your hands you lean closer and steal a kiss, leaning against him gently as his hands find your hips. “Do you mind taking care of the veggies?” you ask, smiling against his lips.

“Sure thing,” he nods, pecking you one last time before he gets down to work as well.

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[doodleybugg]

Even as a teenager wolfstars daughter still sneaks in there bed chrisrmas morning to squeeze between them and wake them up early. So yhe morning they sleep late and wake to being alone in bed they are concerned until they find her cuddled up to Fred Weasley on there livingroom couch.

aww this is so cute <33

Tags: cuddling, fluff, i think that's it

You woke up quite early this morning, you did every Christmas. Tradition was that you'd crawl into bed with your dad's to wake them up with a hug, bribing them out of bed with hot chocolate and promises of presents. You moved to get out of bed. You were about half-an-hour earlier than last year. Perfect, you thought, leaving you more time to prepare goodies. An arm caught you and you groaned, almost forgetting your boyfriend beside you.

"Y/N" Fred whined, blinking and rubbing sand from his eyes. "What are you doing, it's so early!"

You chuckled. You two had only been dating for a couple months, so Christmas with you was new to him. He had a lot to prepare for.

"Gotta make breakfast and wake up the dad's" you explained, throwing the blanket off of yourself and stepping into your red plaid slippers. Fred let out a loud cry when you opened the window. He was not a morning person, not at all. He buried his head in a pillow as you got dressed into some grey sweats and an oversized tee-shirt with small handprints placed on with paint, accompanied by paw-prints and a pair of bigger hands, done when you were only four or five. It was your favourite shirt, as both your dad's helped you pick the colours, red and gold like your Hogwarts house.

When dressed, you pulled your hair into a messy bun and opened the door with a creak, stepping into the hallway and smirking at Fred who only rolled over, a small "merry Christmas!" rolling off your tongue, only being met with a groan and a wave of his hand.

You started a kettle, deciding magic would only be a shortcut, and today was so special that there wasn't a reason you couldn't put the extra work in for some hot cocoa. 23 minutes until 7, the designated time where you annoyed your fathers until they got up. You could get some bread in the toaster, and probably cut the peices for Remus into four, a different spread on each, just like he liked it. You knew all about your father's preferences, how Sirius liked his hot chocolate with exactly 12 marshmallows, one more or less and it was deemed unedible. How Remus would only get up when he heard the toaster pop. How Sirius liked to swipe pieces of your bacon fresh from the pan, claiming you always overcooked it. The kettle whistled and you caught it quickly, feeling someone watching you.

Fred was sat on the couch, eyes following you around the kitchen. He'd dragged down the blanket from your bed, wrapping it around himself, a yawn escaping him as he motioned for you to come closer. You popped some bread in the toaster and went to stand in front of him, offering a cup of eggnog, as the hot chocolate wasn't quite ready yet. He waved his wand and the cup landed on the coffee table, his long arms grabbing you and pulling you onto the couch with him. You giggled as Fred wrapped you tightly in the blanket, unable to move as he attacked your face with small kisses.

"Fred Gideon Weasley, you- you let me-" You were interrupted by a fit of laughing as his fingers traced your sides, tickling and pinching. "Let me go, the food's almost- almost ready!" You finished with a short chuckle.

"C'mon, you do this every year, yeah?" Fred asked, and you nodded. "How 'bout a break, let your dad's make their own toast"

Your dads! Your forgot you were supposed to get them up. Your face turned swiftly to the clock. 6: 52. You were okay for 8 minutes.

"Alright, Freddie, we can snuggle for a bit. But when the clock hits 7, You let me go, alright?" You reasoned, and he paused before shrugging, lips attaching with yours in a playful kiss.

~

A loud pop sounded from downstairs, jolting Remus from his bed. He looked around the dark room, eyes fondly resting on his husband, but his daughter was nowhere in sight.

"Y/N?" Remus asked the empty room, no answer prompting him to shake Sirius awake.

"Bloody hell, can't a man sleep?" Sirius groaned, and Remus let out a slight laugh, shaking him one last time.

"It's Christmas. Almost 11. Where's Y/N?"

At his words, Sirius sat up, back rigid, realizing his daughter wasn't in their bed this morning, like she always was. He looked around the room quickly, but no luck.

"A prank, maybe? Or she probably slept in?"

"She doesn't know what the words 'sleep in' mean, for merlin's sake. C'mon Pads"

"Oi, alright"

The two men got up lazily, groans and complaints echoing the room as they walked downstairs, the smell of toast and something bitterly sweet filling their senses. Y/N wasn't in her room, or the kitchen. Their frantic search came to an end though, when she was found on the couch, fast asleep in the arms of Fred Weasley, her boyfriend.

Sirius moved to wake her up, but Remus stopped his, a smile clear on his face. "Let her sleep, mate."

Sirius grinned. "Does that mean we get to sleep?"

"No! That means we get to make breakfast, you wanker"

Sirius groaned, but followed his husband to the kitchen.

this was jus baaadd

[forever-rogue]

I got a whole 4 hours of sleep today and have to pull a 12 hour shift. So I apologize if it doesn’t make sense, I am new to the Bucky fandom!

I like the idea of his grumpy, refusing to let anyone in, be slowly ground down by reader, but teeters back and forth until reader is in some sort of trouble. Then the flood gates of vulnerability open because he was worried about them. I mean he hasn’t been with anyone since the 40s right? Would he still know how to navigate caring about someone in that way? I don’t know. It was something that has been buzzing around in my head for a week.

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: langauge, vague description of sex (minors dni!)

BUCKY MASTERLIST

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You’d started out as neighbors - nothing more and nothing less. 

Neighbors turned into causal acquaintances, fueled by your constant baking and copious amounts of goodies. Casual acquaintances turned into friends that would spend an occasional evening watching television together. Friends quickly turned into best friends that became utterly inseparable....with the occasional hook-up. You were hesitant to call it friends with benefits because that just sounded so crass. It was more like best friends with the occasional stress relief.

Stress relief. Sure that worked.

None that you wouldn’t have minded more of course. But you weren’t about to make a move on James Buchanan Barnes and ask him out on a date. No, you knew your place and his. He was physically akin to a god, mixed in with a bit of fuck boy, and yet...you loved him. You’d fallen hard and fast for the man that had gone from a mere stranger to a welcome and comfortable part of your life. But you’d never tell him that. 

No, nope, hell no. Bucky surely didn’t reciprocate your feelings and you’d never been the type to make a move first. 

Besides that...Bucky didn’t exactly strike you as a relationship type of guy. You’d seen him here and there with a girl or two, but it wasn’t anything serious. And since the two of you had started hooking up, you’d never noticed anyone else. And you hadn’t been with anyone else either. It was akin to a non-exclusive exclusive not-really-a-relationship relationship. Neither of you pushed it any further - you both accepted dates here and there but they never amounted to anything. Wonder why?

Unbeknownst to you, it wasn’t that Bucky didn’t want a relationship - he did. He did very much with you. But he just...there was something about being a one hundred and six year-old man that just left him confused and worried. He hadn’t exactly had the opportunity to date much and now that he had the time it reminded him of just how different things were. Dating was this weird confused jumble, but you were a clear and obvious bright spot. He had his doubts that you’d ever want anything more from him. He knew what he was - a mostly stable old man with a body that people seemed to enjoy. He made the most of that - it didn’t seem like people were interested in getting to know him much these days. 

But you did - you always did. And, gods, he’d fallen hard for you - the kind of love that makes your stomach churn and heart feel like bursting and steals your breath away no matter how long it’s been. But what the fuck would you want with him? He’s a fossil with a boatload of mental trauma and even more sass and attitude.

You deserved the world and he only had himself to give. Of course, he was enough - way more than enough - but he didn't believe that. 

There had been numerous occasions when you'd tried to be honest, to confess your true feelings, but you'd always managed to fall short. Every time you got close, something came up. And after the last girl you'd seen him with, you vowed to take your secret to the grave. 

You had come close though - so close - especially the last time you'd hooked up.

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You were under Bucky, both of you naked and panting as you quickly approached your highs. He was buried deep inside you, head dropped to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, nipping and biting at the delicate skin. 

Your legs were wrapped around his waist in order to hold him close. One of your hands was laced together with his while the other was wrapped around his neck. There was something so perfectly harmonious about how you always were together. 

His name fell from your lips like a prayer, James, James, James as he kept going. It was the only time you called him anything but Bucky. As your vision had grown hazy and you felt that familiar warm start to blood your veins, you’d let your true feelings slip. It was so easy, so effortless and in the moment it just...happened.

I love you. 

The declaration hung in the air as you felt your walls clamp around him and he reached his own eyes. That’s when you’d realized what you’d done. This time it was an entirely different sensation radiating throughout your bones - terror. Utter terror.

But if Bucky had heard your three little words he made no mention of them. Relief washed over you as you came to the conclusion that he was just as wrapped up in his own blissful haze that he simply hadn’t heard you. You were safe this time - but you’d have to be extra cautious from here on out.

Oh, but Bucky had heard you. Loudly and clearly. He chose to ignore your words because he was positive that he hadn’t heard you incorrectly. Surely you hadn’t meant to say that - and more importantly, it was a mistake. As much as he loved hearing those words from your pretty lips, he knew it was either an accident or a figment of his imagination. 

You both pretended that nothing had happened. 

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Bucky rolled his eyes lightly as he watched his phone light up with a call from Sam. He was half tempted to ignore it but decided to answer anyway; he was bored and the call might lead to something to do. You’d normally be hanging out with him on a Friday night, but his calls and texts had gone unanswered.

“Hey man,” Bucky picked up the call and walked into the kitchen to grab a beer, “what’s up?”

“You need to get to the hospital,” Sam was speaking so quickly that it all came out in a single slew of words as Bucky’s brows knitted together.

“I know I don’t have a lot going on this Friday night, but I think I’m okay,” he snorted as he opened the bottle and took a swig.

“No, no, no,” Sam interrupted by almost whispering your name, “there’s been an accident. She was hurt and taken to the ER. I was on the phone with her when it happened - just come. Now.”

Bucky didn’t even wait for Sam to finish before he dropped the beer and ran out the door. His whole body felt like it was growing numb and the only thing on his mind was you. You couldn't be hurt...you just couldn’t. Bucky couldn’t imagine any sort of reality in which you weren’t there. 

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As soon as he ran into the hospital, seeking out the emergency room, he was asking about you. He looked probably just as crazy as he felt as he was nervously directed to your room. He almost jogged down the hall and into your small space. Sam stood at the end of your bed, looking down at you with a concerned expression.

“What the hell happened?” Bucky could barely bring himself to look at you as you laid on the small bed, looking so helpless and fragile. You were sleeping, sedated from lots of heavy drugs, but hooked up to several beeping machines. Your arm was in a cast already, bruises and contusions and cuts littered every bit of your skin that he could see. His heart plummeted into his stomach. 

“She was crossing the street and got hit by a car that didn’t slow down enough in time,” Sam’s heavy was heavy as he rubbed at his tired, “I heard it all happen, Buck. It was terrible - but she’s strong. She’s going to be okay. No internal damage, luckily, but she’s going to be in a lot of pain for a while. The arm’s broken.”

“Jesus,” Bucky sighed as Sam nodded.

“I called her parents and they’ll be here soon. She’s just sleeping but hopefully will wake up soon.”

“Okay,” Bucky took a hesitant step closer.

“She asked for you,” Sam hadn’t been sure if he should have confessed that little part or not, “when they were bringing her in. Kept repeating your name. You should just tell her, you know. She’s obvious she feels the same. Don’t be idiots.”

“Thanks,” Bucky rolled his eyes dramatically as the two men shared a quick laugh before Sam hugged him, “I’ll stay here if you want to go. You’ve done a lot already. Thank you for calling me.”

“I got you man,” Sam gave him a half smile, “call me if you need anything at all...or if anything happens.”

“Goodbye.”

As soon as his friend left, Bucky came over to you, his fingers grazing the side of the small, horrid looking bed. He was going to help you however you needed it for however long it would take till you were better and out of pain. If he had the choice, he wouldn’t ever leave your side again.

This whole time he’d been so dumb, so silly. He should have just told you how he left - a long time ago and gotten over himself. A heavy sigh escaped him as you pulled up the uncomfortable plastic chair and took a seat next to you.

He gently, ever so delicately reached for the hand that was in the cast and held it in his. It almost made him laugh with how much smaller your hand was than his. They fit perfectly together.

He watched the steady rise and fall of your chest as you slept, wondering when you’d wake up. He hoped soon - so he could finally tell you all of those unspoken words. 

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“James?” a croaky, dry voice met his ears as his tired eyes snapped open. He blinked a few times to adjust his vision before focusing on you. You were looking back at him with a tired, sleepy little smile on your features. You looked beautiful, so damn beautiful, despite the blues and purples painting your skin, “what are you doing here?”

He must have fallen asleep at some point during the night. He was still holding your hand. He beamed back at you, “hi pretty girl. Sam called me and told me what happened. I came right over.”

“I’m anything but pretty right now,” you laughed lightly but quickly grimaced at the pain, “how long have you been here?”

“Since yesterday evening,” he confessed quickly, “I didn’t want to leave - wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Oh Bucky,” there was that saccharine little smile on your face. The same one he loved so much, “you didn’t have to. I...I really fucked up movie night, huh?”

“I’m in love with you.”

He finally got those damn words out before he could change his mind or think too much about it. Your face immediately lit up with a grin as you searched his cerulean eyes. 

“Do you mean it?” you asked softly as he nodded, feeling a blush creep into his cheeks.

“Of course.”

“I love you too, Bucky,” you replied, giving his hand a tight squeeze, “I’m in love with you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good,” he whispered as he leaned closer to you, “because I’m not going anywhere, pretty girl. Not now, not ever.”

“I don’t want you to, Bucky,” you promised, “I want you with me always.”

“That sounds perfect to me.”

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