#i just wanna slow dance with somebody :'(

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

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Summary: Dieter asks you, his PA turned girlfriend, to take a video of him to help promote the project of a friend of his. He makes sure to thank you for it afterwards.

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x fem. reader

Wordcount: 2.3k

Rating: E

Warnings: based on that damn instagram dancing snippet, flirting, dancing, established relationship, kissing, smut (unprotected sex; oral sex f receiving), cum play, making some private videos, sneak of a bj at the end

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A/N: look, I had to. Somebody stop this man keep going. Used @iamasaddie's gif as Inspo (hope that's okay! Tumblr apparently won't let me message anyone from this account some reason 🥲) cause I suck at all things graphic design. Merry Crisis!

Full Masterlist // Dieter Bravo Masterlist

The night was coming to an end and you were tired. 

Dieter had insisted you come with him to a get together with some of his friends who were in town to promote their newest projects. Of course all of them knew that you were much more than just the PA the outside world knows you as.

You had been dating on and off for around four years. What started as a… mutual quarantine friends with benefits kinda situation turned into something more throughout the last year. You had been with him through his final successful rehab and you couldn’t be prouder of him being sober for almost two years now. By now you were living together, but keeping it all lowkey. You were still working as his PA, but not for that much longer. 

You’d start working at Dieter’s new production company as an production assistant in the next year. You had always wanted to work in that field, being Dieter’s PA and the pandemic only delaying your goal by a bit.

Not that you were mad about it.

Sure, you would still technically work for Dieter, but not like you did now. You would work for the COO of the company and not for Dieter directly. 

„Come dance with my baby,“ he gave you one of those smiles he knew you couldn’t resist, his friends already on their feet, music loud in the background as Dieter held his hand out for you. Knowing you couldn’t say no to him you took his hand and let him pull you up and into the middle of the room. 

It was a small private bar in some fancy restaurant, the only people around his friends and one bartender. Crossing your arms behind his neck, feelings his arms, his hands on your back you let him sway you to the music, his chest against yours. 

„You look really pretty tonight,“ he hummed with a small smile, kissing your forehead. 

„Thank you. My man got this dress for me,“ you grinned softly, your fingers playing with the soft hair in the back of his neck. It was just a black sweater dress he had surprised you with the week before.

„He got good taste, your man,“ he grinned back and you nodded. 

„He got his moments,“ you teased and he chuckled, swaying your bodies to the song. 

„Thank you for coming with me tonight. I know you wanted to stay in. But it was nice having you here with me. And I promise we will stay in for the whole weekend and do whatever you want,“ he said and you smiled at him. 

„Love you,“ you smiled softly and he mumbled a love you too, before he kissed you softly. 

You continued to dance for another two songs, one slow song, and one where Dieter attempted to teach you how to actually dance to the beat, but you were a lost cause, you both ending in a fit of giggles before he tells you that he wants to head home. 

You agreed, wanting to use the restroom before.

„Baby, you gotta help us,“ he called out to you when you came back into the room. With a raised eyebrow and a small smile you walked towards Dieter and his three remaining friends. 

„With what?“ You asked.

„Wanna promote his movie and had an idea,“ Dieter said, nodding towards one of his friends.

„Okay?“ You nodded, a little confused. 

„But these suckers can’t stop laughing while filming so you gotta,“ he winked and now you were intrigued. 

„What exactly am I going to be filming?“ You playfully narrowed your eyes. 

„Just little old me, dancing towards the camera while this song play,“ he shrugged innocently but you could see his eyes sparkling with mischief. 

You actually listened to the song, lips parting as you recognised it. Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth you looked up at Dieter before you playfully rolled your eyes, holding your hand out for his phone. He kissed your nose softly before he walked back towards the other side of the room while someone put the song on repeat and turned it louder. 

„How slutty is this going to be?“ You asked with a small grin as you searched through his phone for the camera app. 

„Oh you know me, baby. Just the right amount,“ he winked at you and you chuckled before you straightened up, watching him with a smile as you pressed record. 

„Do your worst then, Bravo,“ you challenged and he danced towards you, smoulder full on, his eyes on you behind the phone as he moved his body, pulling his arms up, hands towards his face as he danced closer towards you. You bit your lip as you watched him, asking yourself how you got so lucky to get to call him yours when his lips twitched into a smile as he was close to you, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he kissed your cheek, your skin suddenly flushed at his little performance. You chuckled as you stopped the video before you tilted your chin up to kiss him softly. 

„Let’s get out of here?“ He asked and you nodded.

You used the way home to edit his social media posts, taking a little longer than usual to edit the clip of him dancing, cutting the last part of him kissing you out. 

„Gotta say this video hits different cause I get to experience just how well you can move your hips on an almost daily basis,“ you said with a small smile and felt Dieter look at you from the drivers seat. 

„Aren’t you a lucky girl?" He teased and you looked up at him. 

„Can’t argue with that,“ you sighed with a dreamy smile and felt his hand on your thigh the next moment. You were finished with editing by the time Dieter parked his car in his garage. 

„You wanna look or should I just post?“ You asked. 

„Just post it,“ he said. 

„You sure? Pretty sure that video could qualify as foreplay,“ you grinned and he chuckled. 

„Merry Christmas to everyone watching then,“ he winked before he got out of the car. As he rounded the car to open your door, you hit post, putting his phone into your purse as you let him help you out of the car. 

„How do you feel about some actual foreplay upstairs?“ He asked before he kissed you as soon as you were out of the car, your back leaning against the car door. 

„Pretty sure you could just fuck me right here from how wet it made me to watch this video two hundred times while editing,“ you mumbled against his lips, feeling his twitch into a smile. 

„While I’d love to do just that,“ he whispered, one of his hands tilting you head up, the palm of his hand caressing your cheek. 

„I really want you to sit on my face,“ he winked before he pulled you into his house.

„Oh my god, Dieter,“ you gasped, your fingers wrapped around the wooden headboard in front of you, Dieter’s arms wrapped around your thighs, his head between them as he ate you out. 

He really did not waste any time to get you to sit on his face as soon as you made it upstairs, stripping down himself then you quickly, before pulling you on top of him. 

His tongue was merciless, playing with your pussy like only he could, bringing you closer and closer towards your first orgasm. One of his arms let go of your thigh, his hand coming up to play with your tits, palm squeezing one of them softly. 

„Shit, baby. Right there, suck on my clit,“ you moaned, crying out when he did just that, your walls clenching around nothing seconds later as your orgasm washed over you, your lips parted with a satisfied smile, head thrown back as you rode it out, one of your hands coming down to slip into his hair as he continued to lick into you. 

Finally you looked down, finding his dark eyes already fixed on you and you slipped down his chest, his hands coming to rest on your hips as you straddled his, slowly rubbing your drenched pussy over his cock. 

„You’re so fucking sexy, baby,“ he said as he licked his lips and you grinned before you leaned down to meet his lips in a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. 

„Want you to ride my cock baby, please,“ he whined between kisses, as you continued to slip his cock through your wet folds. 

„Yeah?“ You teased against his lips. 

„Fuck, yes please,“ he whimpered, his hands kneading your ass as he helped you move on top of him. You loved how needy he got sometimes.

„What if I really want to suck your cock?“ You asked and he groaned. 

„Later. Wanna be inside you now,“ and you hadn’t it in you to tease him any longer, sitting yourself up and wrapping your hand around his cock to line him up. 

You both moaned when you sunk down on him, every inch of his thick cock stretching you perfectly just like it did since the first time you had fucked until you were sitting on top of him, cock deep inside of you. 

„Shit, your pussy is so fucking perfect,“ Dieter moaned and you smiled down at him. His eyes on your tits before he looked up into your eyes. 

„All of you is fucking perfect,“ he moved his hips beneath you and you gasped. With both of your hands on his chest you began to move on top of him, first rolling your hips before you slowly began to ride his cock.

„Feels so good, Dieter,“ you moaned softly, enjoying the way his cock was stretching you out. 

„Yeah?“ He asked, both of his hands on your tits, playing with them. You sucked your bottom lip in, nodding as you began to move faster, bouncing on his cock. He began to move too, thrusting up into you to meet you halfway, the sound of skin smacking against skin filling the room. 

„You close?“ He asked and you nodded. 

„Good girl. Use my cock and make yourself cum. It’s yours,“ he groaned and you moaned. 

„Wanna fuck you from behind after you cum, shoot my cum all over your back,“ he said, his eyes on you as he fucked up into you harder. 

„Oh fuck,“ you moaned, arching your back as your second orgasm rushed through you, your hands covering Dieter’s that were still on your tits as you slowly rode it out. 

As you breathed deeply you looked down at Dieter with a fucked out smile on your lips. 

„Hands and knees baby,“ he winked up at you and you sighed before you got up from him and let Dieter help you get you on your hands and knees, still feeling a little wobbly from your second orgasm, his cock back inside of you within seconds. He grabbed his pillow, pushing it under your chest and you let yourself fall down even further, your ass up in the air as he fucked into you. 

„You good?“ He asked and you nodded. 

„Use me, baby,“ you said, the side of your head on the mattress, wiggling your ass playfully and he slapped it twice. 

„Tell me if it gets to much,“ he said and you nodded, crying out at the next moment as he began to fuck you with hard, deep thrusts. Somehow he felt even deeper like this and it was like you could feel him everywhere as he pumped himself into you, the bed squeaking beneath you with how hard he was fucking you. 

It felt so fucking good, Dieter knowing just how he had to touch you to make you feel good.

„Oh fuck I’m gonna cum,“ he groaned and you nodded desperately. 

„Cum for me baby,“ you whined, already feeling his cock twitching inside of you before he pulled out. You turned your head to look up at him, his hand jerking off his cock, a long groan escaping his lips before you felt the first rope of his cum on your back. His eyes were closed, head thrown back as he milked himself dry and you hummed with a tired smile, his eyes opening when he finished, finding yours. 

With a fucked out smile he looked down at you before he looked at the mess he made of you. Leaning down you gasped when you felt his tongue run up your spine, licking himself off before your felt one of his hand on your arm, finding yourself on your back moments later with him towering over you, his lips meeting you in a messy almost desperate kiss, both of you moaning as you shared the taste of his cum. 

„Your so fucking filthy,“ you mumbled against his lips with a grin. 

„You love it,“ he grinned back and you  kissed him again, your arms crossing behind his back and he landed on top of you with a surprised huff. 

„I really fucking do,“ you agreed with a laugh. 

The next morning, you were only wearing his shirt form last night, you sneakily filmed him in his kitchen as he made breakfast for you, wearing only some very low hanging grey sweatpants. 

You filmed him as he danced through the kitchen, Christmas lights hanging on his kitchen window as Wham’s „Last Christmas“ played in the background. Excited for the first Christmas you would spend as a couple.

And much later it was Dieter who filmed you, him with a Christmas hat on and you, with his cock down your throat. 

But those videos would remain private. 

For just you and him.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Not now, kitten

Written for @astrangersummer week 13

Words: 972

Prompt: Cat

Relationship: Steve/Eddie

Rated: E

Tags: Explicit sexual content; Fluff; Humor; Awkward sexual situations; Cat dads Steddie

“Pretty thing,” Eddie purrs. His breath tickles the tip of Steve’s cock, overly sensitive and slick with spit and precome. “God, I love when you're like that. You enjoying yourself, honey?” 

Steve hums his approval, stretching his arms over his head and arching his back, eyes closed in bliss. The movement is slow and lazy, and it makes Eddie’s fingers drag along that sweet spot deep inside, the one that makes fireworks explode at the base of his spine and patterns of light dance in the darkness behind his eyelids. Eddie chuckles and presses a kiss to the underside of his cock, just below the slit. 

Somebody mewls. 

Eddie laughs, low and pleased. “Love the sounds you make for me, sweetheart.” 

Steve's eyes fly open. Because, see, that wasn't him. 

A pair of big, neon green eyes stares back at him. They glow in the moonlight falling in through the curtains. 

“Eddie…” says Steve. 

Between his legs, Eddie moans. “That's right, baby, say my name.” 

Steve groans, kicking at his back with his heels. 

“No, dumbass, stop it. We've got company.” 

Eddie flinches, fingers bumping Steve’s prostrate. Steve hisses. 

“Oh hey, buddy,” Eddie coos. “What are you doing here?” 

“Mrrrp,” say the eyes. 

Eddie smiles, full of gooey fondness, then turns his attention back to Steve with a wrinkled brow. 

“All that drama just because of the cat, Stevie? You had me afraid it was Buckley again. I mean, I get why you'd want her to have a spare key, but she really needs to learn how to knock if she doesn't wanna see things, especially after-” 

“Excuse me?” Steve snaps. Eddie’s rant barrels to a confused stop. “What do you mean, just because of the cat? This isn't- … You don't- … I can't do this with him staring at me like that.” 

Steve feels Eddie shrug more than he sees it. Having a guy's fingers knuckle-deep up your ass will do that, he guesses. 

“Just leave him, he'll wander off in a minute.” 

“Alfie,” Steve says. “Go away.” 

The tiny gray cat tilts its head at him. “Mrrrewl,” it says. 

Steve groans. “Couldn't follow directions if your life depended on it, huh?” 

“That's because he's a cat, not a dog,” Eddie says, lazily propping his chin up on Steve’s thigh. “They're free spirits. Also, that isn't even his name. Gandalf?” 

The kitten's ears flick. Eddie shoots Steve an obnoxious grin and clears his throat importantly. 

“Take thine leave. My love does not wish for thou to behold him at the pinnacle of his ecstasy.” 

“What the- the pineapple of what?” Steve squawks. 

Gandalf purrs and starts licking his paw. 

“Gandalf, c’mon,” Eddie pleads. “I had a good thing going here.” 

Gandalf gives him an unimpressed side glance, using the wet paw to wash his ear. 

“I told you we should've named him Mittens,” Steve says. “I'd also refuse to answer to that, if I were him.” 

Eddie grumbles something unintelligible under his breath. 

“Ignore him,” he then mumbles, kissing the inside of Steve’s thigh and curling his fingers just so. Steve gasps, eyes fluttering shut without his own conscious doing. “He'll get bored and leave. All you need to focus on right now is this …” 

Steve tries, he really does. Tries to focus on the feeling of Eddie’s fingers scissoring him open, the feeling of Eddie’s tongue teasing at his entrance, the hot, tight sensation pooling at the base of his spine. 

“That's it, baby,” Eddie praises, and adds another finger. Steve gasps, eyes snapping open. 

“Mrrrow,” says Gandalf, inches from his face. 

“Eddie,” Steve whines. 

Eddie sighs, forehead thunking against the mattress. 

“Alright,” he relents, shuffling off the bed and scooping the confused kitten up in his arms. “C'mon, Mitt-randir. You heard your mom, time for you to go.” 

Steve leans against the headboard, gathering the sheets around himself, and watches how Eddie gently deposits Gandalf outside the door. 

“You know,” he says, once it has clicked shut and Eddie has joined him again. Eddie lifts one arm and Steve eagerly slots into the space. “I've been thinking. Maybe we should get a second cat.” 

“What, really?” Eddie chuckles, kissing the top of his head. “Says the guy who didn't even wanna get this one? What're you hoping to achieve, get double cock-blocked?” 

“Shut up, he's grown on me,” Steve grouses. “And maybe … I dunno, I thought that, if he had a friend, he'd be less bored.” 

Eddie gives a thoughtful hum. 

“Sound reasoning, good sir,” he then admits. “I can talk to Wayne, if you wanna. Someone at the trailer park is bound to have kittens at this time of year.” 

“Cool,” Steve says, tracing the black lines of Eddie’s tattoos with his fingers. “Can I name this one? Since it was my idea and all?”

Eddie sighs, burying his face in Steve’s hair. “That's fair, I guess. What noble name do you have in mind for Gandalf's future companion? Socks? Whiskers? Mr Tiddles?” 

“Nah,” Steve smiles. “It thought it would be cool if we got a little brown tabby. Name him Radagast.” 

Eddie goes still. He goes so still, Steve’s afraid he's somehow fallen asleep mid-conversation. Then, he sits up. His eyes are large and bright in the dark room.

“What did you just say?” 

Steve's smile widens. 

“I said-” he starts, but that's as far as he gets before Eddie grabs his face in both hands and crashes their lips together. 

“I love you,” Eddie says when they finally part for breath, leaning their foreheads together, fingers playing with the hair at the base of Steve’s neck. “Have I told you that?” 

“Well,” Steve hums in mock-thought, pulling him in for a brief, open-mouthed kiss before he begins to guide him down towards his spread thighs. “I believe you were about to show me.”

[buddierecs]

fake dating buddie fics

all of these are general audience, teen and up or not rated (no smut) make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

i didn't know i was lonely 'til i saw your face by: hmslusitania "total strangers buck and eddie go to couple's therapy together to get out of the therapy requirements their captains have placed on them." word count: 10k important tags: idiots to lovers, different first meeting au, season 3 hoping it gets to you by: hammersmiths "buck gets invited to an ex’s wedding. eddie volunteers to come as his date." word count: 16k important tags: friends to fiancees, weddings if you said i do i would too by: giselleslash "eddie starts telling people buck’s his husband to get out of annoying flirting situations on calls. buck starts to like it a little too much" word count: 5.8k important tags: idiots in love, friends to fiances, fake marriage, soft!buddie arm candy by: princessfbi "a poker speculation fic" word count: 8.4k important tags: poker, undercover as a couple, protective!eddie diaz, mutual pining, emotional hurt/comfort, possessive!eddie diaz i woke up just in time, (now i wake up by your side) by: heartbeatdiaz "buck is in a coma, the nurses are being difficult and eddie pretends to be engaged to buck so they would let him see his friend." word count: 2.9k important tags: coma!buck, worried!eddie diaz, light angst, fluff, love confessions, first kiss right in front of your eyes by: rainbow_nerds "buck offers to fake-date eddie so pepa will stop setting him up on dates." word count: 15k important tags: friends to lovers, idiots in love, parenthood, soft!buddie, sharing a bed i'll be your family (when your times get hard) by: doctorninwandthreequarters "after eddie gets hurt on the job, he realizes he needs to sort some things out so christopher is always taken care of." word count: 22k important tags: slow burn, fluff, angst, soft!buddie, fake marriage, idiots in love the nearness of you by: allisonrw96 "buck and eddie go on a work trip" word count: 17k important tags: mutual pining, jealous!eddie diaz, insecure!buddie, idiots to lovers you could call me babe for christmas ('tis the damn season) by: prettyboybuckley "buck and eddie pretend to be dating as buck takes the diaz boys along to hershey. once there, things get a little out of hand, and buck comes to a realization..." word count: 30k important tags: idiots in love, christmas, sharing a bed, TW: homophobia, pining, fluff, angst, mistletoe won't you come to my arms tonight? by: diazbuckley buck and eddie are tired of unwanted advances from others, so they take matters into their own hands (like the idiots they are). word count: 3.8k important tags: fluff, idiots to lovers, pet names, getting together, protective!eddie diaz strike up band and make the fireflies dance by: bibbawrites "5 times buck and eddie kissed as best friends and 1 time they kissed as more" word count: 3.5k important tags: 5+1 things, accidental kissing, first kiss, mistletoe, new years eve don't wanna let you love somebody else but me by: fleetinghearts chris wants dating advice and it turns out taking your best friend on a pretend date to practice being as romantic as possible is not a good idea in theory or in practice, considering the pesky being-in-unrequited-love of it all word count: 14k important tags: fluff, getting together, idiots to lovers, chim's bachelor party spec, love confessions, making out

[housederiva]

Lucanis lovers I wanna talk about the human brain in regard to sleep for a moment.

Sleep's one of the fundamental aspects about being alive, our bodies shut down without it. The longest recorded time somebody could survive without sleep was 11 days. Once the timer was up, his brain force quit his body and he collapsed. He would stop mid-sentence because he couldn't remember what he was saying

If you’re up for just 24 hours straight, you begin to experience the effects of sleep deprivation which is kind of like being drunk. Your inhibitions get lowered, you lose coordination, speech gets slurred and sentence (spoken and heard) don’t quite make sense. The longer the hours go, the more your mood will swing back and forth. Eventually you'll have auditory and visual hallucinations of varying degrees, your vision'll blur and everything'll feels heavy. Your head gets dizzy when you move it even the slightest bit and memory turns into sludge to the point you can’t recall what you were doing three seconds prior.

While we don’t know the severity of how long Lucanis stays awake or how or short the burst of sleep he gets are, but he’s nothing like what I just described

Lucanis is hyper perceptive, his speech is just like anyone else's and he’s extremely well-coordinated. That’s because he was raised as a Crow from a major house who was sleep deprived constantly from a young age.

But if you go too long at a time your brain gets to a certain threshold, an absolute extreme waaay past where any average person would ever get. Our brains become programmed with this sort of fall-back mechanism. It used to be that when we reached that level of exhaustion all the time because we were being chased by something that would kill us if we slowed or we needed to defend our young from wild animals or other dangerous humans.

A baseline survival instinct kick in. We go on autopilot in the most hyperaware way possible. Our sensory processing goes into overdrive and we start reacting to any and all stimuli as if it is actively trying to kill us. The 4 F’s (fight, fear, freeze, fawn) are all at max capacity at the same time.

Our brain becomes a deer that darts out in front of a car’s headlights, bobbing and weaving wildly before it bolts back into the bushes. In this instance the bobbing and weaving doesn’t stop. Until you get to the crashing point, you’re a vegetable with cognitive functions shutting down one by one to conserve energy. One of these functions is the ability to separate things that have happened from things that haven’t or the system that catalogs short term memory into long term storage, that's not great for someone in Lucanis' situation

Eventually you start going through microbursts of REM sleep, the deepest stage of sleep there is. When someone gets that far into sleep deprivation, these bursts can happen and the person affected will look completely awake. You wouldn’t even realize you were going through one. There might be comments about how you’re spacing out or just kind of staring off in the distance. Your brain is essentially power cycling so you don’t die. This is how people can 'sleep standing up' but in reality, you’re mentally clocking out and leaving your nervous system to hold down the fort. This disassociates you and your body to the point where you could laugh at the face of danger because your brain is over on stage left tap dancing along the line between sleep and consciousness and it can no longer differentiate between the two. You can feel unstoppable, like you could kill a god.

Or even doing this for a short period put you at risk for a lot of long-term health issues. Stroke or heart attacks, your nervous system rewrites itself. Mental disorders like memory loss or depression or anxiety follow... t’s a big old list of symptoms and at the very end is death.

Our brain’s core mechanic is being lazy, which is an incredibly good thing. Evolution's allowed our minds to be able to do incredible things in short bursts of activity before settling back down - we all know what burnout is but think of that times eleven.

I’ve lost where I’m going with this, but I just think the nights after Lucanis and Spite reach a level of understanding would lead to him sleeping for long periods at a time and that aspect of what he’s been through with Zara would never fully leave him regardless of how much time passes.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Emerald Hallow Chapter 5

Summary: Steve Rogers wants to move on.  He wants to forget Peggy, and dive into the 21st century.  But this man of the past doesn’t know how to navigate being an Alpha in a modern world of skittish Omegas.  He prides himself on his self control, never wanting to harm or scare them, until something just smells too damn good…and he’s not the only one who notices.  

**plus size reader 

Warnings: abo!dynamics, smutty smut smut, name calling, eventual threesome, voyeurism, rough sex

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This was the first time Bucky was going to see Y/N perform at the club.  It was Thanksgiving weekend, the Fall decorations already being put away and the Christmas decor going up seemingly overnight.  Steve and Bucky sat at a small table near the front of the stage off to the right, listening to the band warm up as the bar bustled with people.  Every Saturday night was packed whenever Y/N sang, and Bucky looked around in amazement.

“Wow, she’s really made a name for herself, hasn’t she?” Bucky mused quietly, watching the couples in their vintage outfits get settled at their tables, looking excitedly at the stage.

“You have no idea,” Steve replied, throwing Bucky a cocked eyebrow.

Just then the lights dimmed and the spotlight came on, the band counting themselves in and playing a small introduction.  The drag queen host came out and the audience cheered, making her smile wide as she gave a dramatic bow.  “Good evening everybody!  I’m your host Dirty Peaches, but you can call me Peaches ‘cuz I get nasty,” the crowd “oo-ed.”  “That’s a ‘Yonce' reference for those of you who are uncultured.  Wow, what a turnout!  Y’all been missing somebody?”  The audience cheered again, and a chant started amongst the crowd.

“Emerald Hallow!”

“Emerald Hallow!”

“Okay okay, shit, I know when I’m not wanted,” Peaches said, looking put out.  “Without further ado, please give a warm welcome to the one, the only, Emerald Hallow!”

The crowd cheered louder as Peaches stepped back and the curtain behind her opened to reveal Y/N.  Bucky’s mouth dropped open, his eyes going comically wide as she stepped out and hugged Peaches and greeted her bandmates.  She was dressed in a floor length satin gown.  This one was much more modest than the one Steve had first met her in, with only her arms showing from the elbow down, displaying her tattoos.  The dress was voluminous, hugging around her waist and chest snuggly while the rest flowed around her.  It was a bright, crimson red color, her green hair complimenting it and making her look like a Christmas herald.  Her hair was finger-waved again, the curls cascading down her back with her bangs curled and pinned back.  She wore blood red lipstick that matched the dress and her sharp cat-eye eyeliner again.

“Holy fuck,” Bucky moaned, shifting himself so his erection wasn’t too obvious.  Steve moved as well, his eyebrows hung low as he watched her.

“Hello, my pretties,” Y/N greeted everyone, her voice low and seductive.  The audience whooped and hollered.  “I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving, and even if you didn’t, maybe we can have a little fun together tonight,” she winked.  “Lovies?” she gestured to the band, and they counted themselves into an introduction.  “I’m feeling very…sexy lately,” Y/N sighed.  More whoops resounded through the room.  “You feeling sexy?” she smiled.  “Well then…come here big boy.”

The music started, the trumpet playing a slow and dirty melody.  More cheers were heard as couples moved to the small dance floor, the dancing much sexier than Steve had seen last time.  

“You’ve been a bad, bad boy, I’m gonna take my time, so enjoy.”

Y/N’s eyes closed, her hands running down her hips as she swayed to the beat.

“There’s no need to feel no shame, Relax and sip upon my champagne. ‘Cause I wanna give you a little taste Of the sugar below my waist, You nasty boy.”

Her eyes were fixated on Steve as her hands went back up and over her stomach and slightly down the area between her legs but quickly back up to her chest, skimming across her breasts.

“I’ll give you some ooh-la-la Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? I got you breaking into a sweat Got you hot, bothered and wet You nasty boy.”

Her eyes were now on Bucky, raking over his figure.  She reached toward him, her fingers swirling in “come hither” motion then moving her body so her back was facing them, tilting her hips towards him.  Bucky twitched, having to stop himself from moving.

“Oh, baby for all it’s worth I swear I’ll be the first to blow Your…mind! Now if you’re ready, come and get me I’ll give you that hot, sweet, sexy, loving…”

The song continued and Steve and Bucky were both squirming.  She looked too good, sounded too good, mixed with the ambience of the club around them and her scent seeming to pool around them and the audience it was like sweet torture.

“...now you better give me a little taste Put your icing on my cake You nasty boy. Oh no, ooh there I go again I need a spanking, ‘cause I’ve been bad! So let my body do the talkin’ I’ll slip you that hot, sweet, sexy lovin’.”

Y/N started to move more to the beat, throwing her head back and riffing through the bridge, singing phrases like, “Come on sugar!” and whiny “oohs” that made Steve shut his eyes tight and Bucky’s metal arm creak under the pressure of the fist he put it in.  She sang to them, then to others, and at one point as the song started to end she scratched her long nails against her bond mark, making her pheromones burst through the enclosed space.  She was causing the crowd to get more rowdy, the dancing couples nearly undressing and pawing at each other.  She finished on a deep, whiny note and jiggled her body to the final drum.  Steve felt territorial and murderous seeing the effect she had on everyone around her, and felt sorry for Bucky who was seriously struggling in the seat next to him.  

The songs never stopped, one sexy number after another.  By the time her set was ending Bucky was sweating and Steve’s jaw ached from how hard he was biting down.  

“Thank you my pretties!  I’ll see you next week.  Good night, and have fun!” Y/N winked and licked her lower lip.  She bowed deeply then acknowledged her band, then swayed her hips as she disappeared into the curtain behind her.  

Steve turned to Bucky, who was gnawing at his lip and wiping his brow.  “She really does play dirty,” Bucky growled.

“Little tease,” Steve grunted.  He stood quickly.  “Come on.”

“What?  Where are we going?” Bucky asked, quickly standing with him.

Steve walked towards the backstage area.  He went through the curtain, looking around for Y/N.  When she was nowhere to be seen he gestured to one of the techies.  “Where’d Emerald go?”

“Oh, she left already,” she said.  

“Fuck,” Steve grunted.  The techie stared at him.  “Sorry.  Thank you.”  She walked away and he turned to Bucky.  “Her place.”

“She hasn’t moved in with you?” Bucky asked, following Steve out to the car they came in.  

“No, she likes having her own space.  But that’s going to change very soon,” Steve said threateningly.

“Look, punk, I know you’re mad but she has every right to be upset with us.  Tonight was payback, that’s all.  As frustrated and horny as I am, we can’t let our emotions get the better of us,” Bucky reasoned, trying to give off a calming scent in the car as Steve drove too fast to Y/N’s apartment.

Once they parked Steve hopped out and barreled through the front door of her building, Bucky following not far behind.  She was on the first floor so he quickly went to her door that was on a secluded part of the hallway.  He knocked hard on the door.

“Omega, open the door,” Steve commanded, trying to breathe normally.  

“Fuck off, Alpha,” Y/N called back through the door.  

“Don’t think I won’t break down this door,” Steve threatened, his scent getting stronger.

Y/N opened the door just a fraction, glaring up at him.  “What’s wrong, Steve?  Feeling a little…frustrated?” her eyes narrowed and she looked down at his groin where his cock was straining against his pants.

Steve carefully but forcefully pushed the door open, making her step back.  Bucky watched carefully, staying a step back but entering and closing the door behind him.  Steve groaned at her outfit, a night teddie that matched the red gown she wore earlier.  Her hair was tied up now, but the red lipstick was still on.  “What do you think you were doing up there tonight, huh, Emerald?” he growled.  “You just love being a fucking tease, don’t you?  You sent Buck into an early rut.”

“What?  I…” Bucky started to disagree but then felt a deep tug in his groin and slightly doubled over.  “Shit.”

“I smelled it on him the moment you stepped out from the curtain,” Steve said, not once looking away from her.  “I’m sorry we didn’t include you this morning.  We should have talked about all of that before, but we didn’t, and we overstepped what is obviously a boundary for you.  It was something that we needed to get over the initial hurdle in our relationship together.  But for you to go up there, and nearly send everyone in that room into heat or rut, is inexcusable.”

Y/N’s gaze never wavered.  She was not sorry, and from what he could tell, she was far from done.  “It’s hard to not get what you want.  The frustration feels stifling, doesn’t it?” She slowly approached him, getting close only to swerve around him and head towards Bucky.  She walked up to Bucky, who was grimacing in pain, and pulled his head down into a passionate kiss.  His hands gripped her face and held her close to him, moving his face down and scenting her neck hungrily.  She pushed him back into the couch he was standing next to, making him sit, then pulling his clothes off one at a time, glancing at Steve periodically.  “Overwhelming,” she muttered once she got Bucky fully naked.  She turned and sat on his lap, leaning back against him.  As she sat Steve saw she wasn’t wearing any underwear, Bucky’s cock slipping between her lower lips as she gyrated on him.  Bucky’s hands immediately went to her breasts, pulling them out of the teddie and kneading them in his large hands.  He was lost to his rut, not noticing or caring that Steve was there watching.  His lips licked and sucked at her neck, making his scent and hers mix in heady perfume that made Steve’s mouth water.  “How unfair,” Y/N said through gritted teeth.

Steve’s eyes blinked rapidly and his hand started moving towards his belt.  “Don’t you dare,” Y/N growled.  “You don’t get to join. It’s my turn with Bucky now.”  She reached down and started flicking her clit, her hips jerking and making Bucky whine behind her.  His hips started moving faster, his cock peeking through her legs repeatedly.  “You don’t get to touch yourself,” she instructed Steve.  He grunted and sank to his knees.  “I want Bucky’s knot.  Do you think he’ll breed me before you, Alpha?” She suddenly stiffened and came hard, a gush of her slick coating Bucky’s cock and her legs.  

Bucky moaned and tried to aim his hips to get his cock up into her.  He slipped his flesh arm down between her legs and dipped a finger inside her, his teeth biting gently into her shoulder.  “Should he mark me, Alpha?” Y/N asked Steve, her hips shaking as Bucky’s finger moved faster in and out of her, then adding another finger.  “Then you’ll both be my mates.  How does that sound, Stevie baby?”

“So good, fuck Mama,” Steve groaned, his hands shaking as he restrained from touching himself.

“Mama?  Huh…I like it,” Y/N laughed lightly.  She moved off of Bucky’s lap, making Bucky whimper at the loss of her, but she moved him over so she could lay down on the couch, and he quickly moved to hover over her.  She spread her legs wide, inviting Bucky to settle in between as he stroked his throbbing cock and ran the tip through her lower lips, getting himself wet with her slick.  He slowly started to push into her, pulling a long keen from her.  “He feels so good, Steve.  No wonder you couldn’t wait for me this morning.”

“Mama please,” Steve begged, crawling towards the two of them.  “I can’t take this, please, love.”

Bucky pushed fully into her and she arched her back, focusing back on him.  Y/N ran her hands up and along Bucky’s stomach, chest, shoulders, neck and into his hair.  She gripped the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled, making Bucky’s head wrench back and a loud growl rumble from his chest.  “Look Bucky, look how horny our Stevie is,” she moaned.  Bucky’s eyes finally found Steve’s and he growled again, trying to stake a claim.  Steve growled back in warning.  “You’re both so fucking hot, God,” Y/N shivered then pulled Bucky’s face back to her, focusing him back to the task at hand.  He quickly lowered himself over her chest, licking, sucking and nipping at her breasts as his thrusts picked up.  Steve felt small again, tears starting to prick at the sides of his eyes as the pleasure in his body had nowhere to go.

Y/N sensed his change and looked over at him and reached a hand out.  “Give me your cock, Alpha.”

Steve moved so fast he nearly tripped himself.  He pulled his belt and pants and underwear off, standing next to Y/N and Bucky.  She took his large cock in her small hand and started pumping him steadily.  She lifted her head to lick him and he stepped closer to help her reach.  She licked him from tip to base, lathering him in her spit.  Bucky looked up from her breasts and watched her suck on Steve.  He whimpered at the sight.  Y/N opened her mouth wide and tilted her head back.  Steve understood and positioned himself above her head and slid his cock into her mouth and then deep down into her throat.  She slightly gagged but breathed through her nose steadily to take him in all the way.  Steve fucked her throat as Bucky fucked her pussy.  The whole thing was so erotic that he knew he was going to bust any second.

Bucky started moving even faster as he licked her throat where the outline of Steve’s cock was moving.  As his thrusts became even more frenzied he started nuzzling the opposite side from where Steve had bit and claimed her, his teeth scraping against her gland.  “Claim her, Buck,” Steve grunted as he felt his balls tighten.  “Then she’ll be ours.”

Bucky inhaled her again, then just as his hips snapped harshly and his knot inflated fully he locked himself to her and bit down on her neck, filling her pussy up with his seed.  Y/N shrieked as her own orgasm washed over her, the vibration in her throat setting Steve off into cumming and he gasped and shivered, spilling himself down into her throat where she swallowed him greedily.  As they all breathed heavily Steve started to pull himself out slowly, making sure not to hurt Y/N as her throat relaxed.  She wetly coughed once he retreated and Bucky kissed her, tasting Steve on her tongue and moaning again.  He pulled away from the kiss and lifted his head to lick Steve’s cock, giving his tip a small suck then laying his head back into the crook of Y/N’s neck, his bite mark leaving her skin red and sore, which he licked heavily to soothe.  

“Mine,” Bucky whispered as he kissed his mark.  “Ours.”

“So good, Omega,” Steve praised her, making her smile lazily up at him.  He leaned down and kissed her.  “Please tell me the war is over.”

“You wish,” Y/N smirked.

[hauntingkiki]

HIII!!! can i request venture wedding hcs? how would their wedding be like with reader? How would they feel while getting ready?

IM CRYINGGG OMGG

SOMEONE PLEASE REQUEST A WEDDING ONESHOT SO I HAVE AN EXCUSE TO WRITE IT🙏🏻

Venture x Reader Wedding Headcanons

OverWatch

2nd POV

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- let’s just start this off by saying; BABY IS STRESSING OUTTT!!

- they’re about to marry their best friend. YOU! the most BEAUTIFUL GIRL/PERSON IN THE WHOLE WORLD

- when they’re changing into their suit/with their groomsmen (a few guy colleagues and some of their guy family members) sloan is getting pep talks and words of encouragement from everyone in that room. not a single bad vibe is in the room!

- wedding theme!: whatever you want it to be. a classic, white wedding? you got it! gothic/vampire? hell yeah!

- ^ but! with your choice of theme; sloan also has some huge crystals (that match the theme ofc) that they’ve gotten from expeditions for table decoration!

- the location was kinda on sloan, they picked where they wanted to have the wedding BUT! they made sure YOU were okay with it before making it the finalized decision. if you didn’t like the location, don’t worry! they have like A MILLION MORE

- everyone in both of your families helped pay for the wedding (if needed), like your parents paid for your dress/suit and sloan’s parents paid for their suit

- when they were at the alter, they were sooo nervous, their hands playing with the rings on their fingers and the bracelets that were around their wrists to calm their nerves

- but when you walked down the isle with your father/father figure, all their nerves just melted away.

- you looked so GOOD in their eyes! their heart was racing, their eyes got watery, their face got hot (they cried) (you did too)

- your vows were pretty standard (if there’s spanish vows then yall did that too!)

- but when yall had your first kiss; you know this sucker dipped you into the kiss, twirling you like in those cheesy romance movies (LIKE IN TANGLED AT THE END)

- and now the reception.

- for the food a verity of sloan’s family meals and your family meals, most of them being hand made to avoid a lot of cost

- alcohol/champagne obviously. all the adults are either drunk asf or tipsy (if you have family who smokes/does drugs, it’s totally up to you if you want that in your environment!! i will not be saying anything about that because it’s very different for everyone)

- the younger kids who can’t drink get something fizzy! like apple cider or something!

- father daughter/mother son dance to whatever song you’d like:)

- sloan did a mother-child(son) dance to songbird by fleetwood mac OR mi cariñito by pepe aguilar

- first dance! sloan could not stop smiling like a fucking idiot, they were SO IN LOVEEE

- you both shed a few tears during the dance (and through the night)

- you two slow danced to (options because i can’t pick)

i only have i eyes for by the flamingos

unchained melody by elvis presley

here, there and everywhere by the beatles

bring it on home to me by sam cooke

amor eterno by rocío dúrcal

- everyone was BAWLING THEIR EYES OUT

- then the music played for the dance floor and it was some great songs! like;

september, earth wind and fire

i wanna dance with somebody, whitney houston

how sweet it is, james taylor

something stupid, frank n nancy sinatra

crazy in love, beyoncé

uptown girl, billy joel

rude, magic!

every little thing she does is magic, the police

and obviously some other songs!

- (FOR THE GIRLS/PEOPLE WEARING DRESSES) yall know the garter toss? where the groom goes under the brides dress to get it off all ‘sexy’ with the most embarrassing song on the planet while your family watched?

- yeah. yall did that.

- obviously with no littles present (14 and younger went somewhere else while this was happening)

- the song? pick your poison

get low, lil jon & the east side boyz

yeah!, usher

earned it, the weekend

let’s get it on, marvin gaye

grind with me, pretty ricky



- ^ COMPLETELY RANDOM, I WAS LOOKING FOR SONGS FOR THE GARTER TOSS AND THE PINK PANTHER THEME STARTED PLAYING…AND WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS BY QUEEN I CANT

- sloan definitely used their teeth to take it off, probably also got a little carried away too; kissing your legs and running their hands up and down before snapping back to reality when their mother literally SCREAMED at them for being under your dress for almost 5 minutes

- after the wedding, the two of you got to your hotel/air bnb and just relaxed, got out of your fancy outfits, took makeup off, showered (together LMAO) and just got comfy!

- you both just kind of talked about the night and what you wanted in the future and other things:)

- let’s just say you two didn’t get a lot of sleep afterwards😳

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did i just write this all in one sitting? yes. yes i did.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE I LOVED IT!!

would you guys be interested if i made a wedding playlist for the (hypothetical) oneshot?😳

[autisticlancemcclain]

part one

part two

———

“Ugh,” Keith says.

“Ugh,” Lance agrees.

Keith looks up slowly from where he was glowering at his plate of appetizers, staring at Lance for several minutes with eyes squinted in suspicion.

“What the fresh fuck are you talking about.”

Lance wrinkles his nose at him. “What?”

“You love these things,” Keith says, like the Blue Paladin is a particularly slow toddler. “You’re usually – prancing around, making a fool of yourself in front of pretty people. Every time one of these dumbass celebration missions ends you complain. The fuck you mean, ‘ugh’?”

“I mean ugh,” Lance repeats, emphasizing the word. “Sometimes I simply do not feel the party vibe, Keith. You ever think about that? No. Because you never think about anything. Because the only thing in your skull is a hamster wheel covered in cobwebs. So there.”

Keith lets that hang between them for a moment.

“You’re just mad you got called ugly earlier, huh.”

“It was so rude!” Lance explodes, obviously waiting for Keith to bring it up. “Like, who says that? What kind of trained diplomat refers to a random stranger as ‘the homely one’? Why the fuck would you say that? And it’s not even true! I’m a legit snack! I have been propositioned, you know! More than once! It’s actually quite frequent!” He throws his hand up, noise of frustration coming from deep in his throat. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, but no actual sentences come out, just different variations of ‘ugh!’ and ‘how dare!’ and ‘the nerve!’.

Because he is a stellar person, Keith does not laugh, instead biting his tongue as hard as he physically can without biting it clean off. Everytime Lance’s sputtering dies off only to kick back up when he thinks of his transgression again it gets harder.

Contrary to what everyone seems to think, Keith likes Lance. They’re friends. They hang out, they talk shit about other people, they do friend things. That’s why they’re both sitting here, at the edge of some grandiose ballroom on a planet whose name Keith has forgotten because they’ve only been here one day, leaning against each other and picking food off the same plate. (Well, Keith’s plate. He’s being gracious and letting Lance have some because Lance has taken enough massive Ls today, and Hunk is busy, so if Lance gets hangry Keith can’t just pass him off on somebody, so. Better to keep him fed, or whatever.)

“We should go – do something,” Lance mutters, picking apart what appears to be a cookie. Maybe. Alien shit is weird. “Make faces behind Shiro’s back. Convince Coran to get wine drunk.”

“We did that already,” Keith dismisses. “Last time, remember? We can’t do it too many times or we’re gonna have to be supervised again. We just managed to convince Shiro to ease up on the trackers.”

Lance sinks further into his chair. “Ugh,” he says again, with true feeling.

Keith begins to feel bad. Lance doesn’t look genuinely upset, he doesn’t think – he knows what a genuinely upset Lance looks like and it’s fucking heartbreaking; it’s the kind of shit that could stop wars – but Keith is a little bit worried that he is bothered, in some way. It can’t feel good to get called ugly in front of everybody. It was funny. And Keith laughed a little. But, still.

Keith nudges their shoulders together. “You wanna go dance?”

Lance freezes. He turns his head slowly to face Keith, like if he moves too fast Keith is going to change his mind. His brown doe eyes are wide and hopeful and over the top, honestly. God. No one asked for that.

“Really?”

“No. I’m taking back my offer. You’re being weird about it.”

“Nope! Nuh-uh! No takebacksies! We’re dancing!” Lance whoops, shoving back his chair and scrambling to his feet. He wraps his fingers tightly around Keith’s wrist, grinning so wide his face is about to split.

“You are holding me hostage,” Keith complains, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He gets up at Lance’s urging, popping the last of the weirdo alien cookie in his mouth and wiping his hand on his suit pants. “Let’s go, Homely One.”

If looks could kill, Keith’s intestines would be painting the floor. The look Lance gives him is lethal. It’s made worse when Keith laughs, because that was funny as hell and he refuses to pretend otherwise. He pulls Lance away, though, before he can reach for the butterknife that’s closeby and stab Keith in the eye, clasping their hands together and weaving them through the crowd of dancers and partygoers. Pretty soon the excitement catches up to Lance, because after a minute he’s the one dragging them around, having apparently picked a perfect spot on the ornate marble dancefloor for them to situate themselves. It is, of course, right smack in the middle, surrounded by people on all sides, right under the massive and delicate crystal chandelier that Keith and Hunk spent forty minutes mocking when they first got here.

“You’re extra as all fuck,” Keith informs him, dutifully putting his hand on Lance’s waist as instructed.

“I will have my Sam Montgomery moment or so help me God,” Lance responds. Keith notices he’s closer than he needs to be and immediately orders himself to un-notice that. He can see flecks of amber in Lance’s dark eyes. It’s so actually horrible. He focuses on Lance’s nose, instead, hoping for reprieve, but of course there is where all his freckles are. An attempt to focus on Lance’s mouth is a disaster waiting to happen, so he looks deliberately at Lance’s bigass forehead to distract himself. It kind of works.

The forehead that he is so intensely focused on wrinkles, and Keith says, “What,” and Lance says, “Aw, Keith, gross,” and then before Keith can stop anything Lance is untangling their hands, licking his thumb, and wiping something at the corner of his mouth.

Keith freezes.

He processes.

He gags.

All in that order.

“Lance!” he cries, swiping his own hands at his mouth. “Gross!”

“What’s gross is you walking around with crusty icing on the corner of your mouth, heathen,” Lance says, eyebrow arched and chin tilted defiantly.

Keith makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. His face matches his armour. He prays that the universe crack open the ground to swallow him whole. He can’t – gah. No one has done that to him since Shiro’s mother would come to visit and take them to get ice cream. When he was eleven.

“Are you a ninety year old grandmother,” he hisses, swiping the corner of his mouth one last time. He thinks his face may actually be glowing.

“Are you a two year old who can’t keep his food in his mouth?” Lance counters. He looks entirely unbothered and Keith wants to strangle him. Who does that. Who, honestly.

“That is not how I wanted your spit near my mouth,” Keith mutters, and immediately wants to open his bayard between his eyes.

Lance stops. A twirling trio of people bumps into him. He does not move. Slowly, his face begins to burn, starting from the sharp jut of his cheekbones and quickly spreading everywhere else. He opens his mouth, then closes it, then narrows his eyes in determination and opens it again.

“Nope,” Keith says before he can say anything. There is no recovery from this. There is only tactical retreat. “I have to – I left my excuse on the castle. I’m gonna go grab it.”

As quickly as he can manage he lets go of Lance’s hand and his waist, gracefully ducking around a dancing couple and high-tailing the hell out of the room. He averts his eyes when he walks by Shiro, praying he doesn’t get stopped, and walks straight out the door. Lance’s calls of his name quickly become faint as he sprints down the hallway.

He can’t believe — God, he said that. Out loud. To Lance’s face. After Lance fucking — licked his thumb and wiped Keith’s face. Like the fussy mother he is.

And Keith is still attracted to him.

He stops in the middle of the hallway, head cradled in his hands, skin hot to the touch.

Fuck, he has a complex.

[queermentaldisaster]

Spoilers for Venom: The Last Dance ahead. You have been warned.

Daylight by Maroon 5 is Veddie coded, specifically in Venom 3. Let me explain.

Here I am waiting I'll have to leave soon Why am I holding on? We knew this day would come We knew it all along How did it come so fast?

First verse, already getting some feels. This could be put at any point in the third movie, but I'm specifically imagining this being Venom's internal thoughts shortly after their first run-in with the xenophage. He knew, especially after the first movie, that it wasn't going to last. He'd created a codex, and one of them was going to have to die.

This is our last night, but it's late And I'm trying not to sleep 'Cause I know when I wake I will have to slip away

This, I believe, would be Eddie's thoughts during the ride with Martin's family. He doesn't want to sleep, he doesn't want to close his eyes or lose any time with Venom, because if one of them's going to die, it's going to be him.

Here I am staring At your perfection In my arms, so beautiful The sky is getting bright The stars are burning out Somebody slow it down

This is way too hard 'Cause I know when the sun comes up I will leave, this is my last glance That will soon be a memory

Venom's thoughts during Las Vegas. Time's always moved fast for him, he's an alien who never really had a chance to live before Eddie. It was always just invading and eating. But now, he wants time to crawl by, so that he can spend these last moments with Eddie.

I never want it to stop Because I don't wanna start all over, start all over I was afraid of the dark But now it's all that I want, all that I want, all that I want

Eddie's thoughts during the attack on Area 55 and the events leading afterwards. He was planning to die with Venom, and he didn't want to go back to his old life, of him being a bum reporter with nothing. He wants Venom, and even though he was afraid at first, he can't imagine life without the darkness that is Venom.

[bassettmemes]

MY FAVORITE MAGGIE ROGERS SONGS; a sentence meme. ↳ literally just a self-indulgent meme of lyrics from my favorite songs.

"the forest is dark and i'm wide awake, not sleeping."

"the road to my heart is stark, but i'm alive."

"which way would you run if you were looking through my glass eyes?"

"i was born to daylight with twilight tangled in the sky."

"the morning light will warm my tired bones."

"say your heart, it wrote me letters all the time."

"say it sealed them up and with your breath did sign them all away."

"say that your notes, they were no forgery, you meant them every line."

"you could cut my knees and leave me at the door, i'd still pick all your memories off our dusty floor."

"tell me how you are and i'll write a song for every feeling i can't name."

"we abided by the night, but there are darker things than the absence of light."

"we don't have to talk, leave your words in the city with your heavy thoughts."

"silence lays like lace around my mind."

"can you can recall that moment at all when we warmed up way last june?"

"but now I'm sick of the silence."

"the knife of insight tore its way in me."

"don't hit me up if you're feeling down."

"would you believe me now if i told you i got caught up in a wave?"

"would you hear me out if i told you i was terrified for days?"

"i couldn't stop it, tried to slow it all down."

"if you keep reachin' out, then i'll keep coming back."

"do you believe me now that i always had the best intentions, babe?"

"i'm praying to the headlights like i prayed to you."

"roll the windows down, kill the radio, i'd rather hear the wind than hear that song I'm supposed to know."

"you tell me that forever couldn't come too soon, i wanna lose my mind in a hotel room with you."

"all i've ever wanted is to make something fucking last."

"i started out trying to do what's right and lost it all in the middle of the night."

"one of these days, i'm gonna wake up smiling."

"remember the days we used to drive upstate singing indie-rock songs in the car."

"i was all the way in, you were halfway out the door."

"you were an animal making your way up the hill and i was going in for the kill."

"so you think you're on the right track, cruising on the bridge in your gray cadillac."

"you think it's easy? walking on the water like there's stepping stones."

"i'm so sick of dreaming."

"if you think that life without me's like a heart attack, take a long look in the mirror and be good with that."

"i could be your heron blue sky, i could be your white night lullaby."

"the hindsight's been the hardest part."

"cause i remember late september, your silhouette on blue wallpaper."

"you drew the line and pulled me under, but do you ever stop to wonder about me?"

"all of the things we pulled apart, i let it go, it doesn't matter."

"the seasons changed, it broke my heart."

" i will always remember you when we were dancing in the living room."

"i see it now who i was back then, so young and hungry."

"you loved me strong, and you were my friend when the world felt empty."

"i remember sentimental sleepless nights, i set the table, and just waited."

"i would have given every song i've ever written just to spend one day with you."

" when you think of me completely, i hope it doesn't freak you out."

"when you love somebody new, i hope you say it out loud."

[astro-tag-9]

The sings as songs with three word titles

Aries sun: Tulips & Roses - G-Eazy Aries moon: bet u wanna - Sabrina Carpenter Aries rising: Trouble For Me - Britney Spears Aries Mercury: Like A Prayer - Madonna Aries mars: That's So True - Gracie Abrams Taurus sun: Please Please Plesae - Sabrina Carpenter Taurus moon: pretty isn't pretty - Olivia Rodrigo Taurus rising: Heart of Gold - Shawn Mendes Taurus Mercury: Tulsa Jesus Freak - Lana Del Rey Taurus mars: Me Before You - Bleachers Gemini sun: Never Ending Circles - CHVRCHES Gemini moon: Anything Could Happen - Ellie Goulding Gemini rising: Forget About Me - Aluna, Diplo, Durante, AlunaGeorge Gemini mercury: Everything is Everything - G-eazy, Goody Grace Gemini mars: Stop And Stare - OneRepublic Cancer sun: Summer's Little Angel - Steve Forde Cancer moon: Girl On Fire - Kameron Marlowe Cancer rising: Read Your Mind - Sabrina Carpenter Cancer mercury: Cancer mars: So High School - Taylor Swift Leo sun: Good Luck, Babe! - Chappell Roan Leo moon: Would've, Could've, Should've - Taylor Swift Leo rising: Slow It Down - Benson Boone Leo Mercury: Lost and Found - Train Leo mars: Dance With Me - Tones & I Virgo sun: One Particular Harbor - Jimmy Buffett Virgo moon: I'd Rather Overdose - Honestav, Z Virgo rising: I Get High - The Tones & I Virgo mercury: Less Than Zero - The Weeknd Virgo mars: Black Bathing Suit - Lana Del Rey Libra sun: Rose Colored Lenses - Miley Cyrus Libra moon: Bad For Business - Sabrina Carpenter Libra rising: Everything I Love - Morgan Wallen Libra mercury: Street Called Main - Keith Urban Libra mars: So Long, London - Taylor Swift Scorpio sun: The Color Violet - Tory Lanez Scorpio moon: Love is embarrassing - Olivia Rodrigo Scorpio rising: Girl Next Door - Saving Jane Scorpio Mercury: The Black Dog - Taylor Swift Scorpio mars: As It Was - Harry Styles Sagittarius sun: Here Without You - 3 Doors Down Sagittarius moon: Dance With Darkness - Skrizzly Adams Sagittarius rising: Can't Be Tamed - Miley Cyrus Sagittarius Mercury: Guilty As Sin? - Taylor Swift Sagittarius mars: In Your Eyes - The Weeknd Capricorn sun: Marina Del Rey - George Strait Capricorn moon: Livin' The Dream - Morgan Wallen Capricorn rising: If By Chance - Ruth B Capricorn mercury: Heads Will Roll - Yeah Yeah Yeahs Capricorn mars: Best Song Ever - One Direction Aquarius sun: Late Night Talking - Harry Styles Aquarius moon: How To Disappear - Lana Del Rey Aquarius rising: In The Night - The Weeknd Aquarius Mercury: Leave A Trace - CHVRCHES Aquarius mars: Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye - Luke Bryan Pisces sun: Close To You - Gracie Abrams Pisces moon: Tell Me Why - Taylor Swift Pisces rising: Dream Of You - Josha Daniel Pisces mercury: Lie To Girls - Sabrina Carpenter Pisces mars: Back To December - Taylor Swift Moon in the 1st house: Hey There Deliliah - Plain White T's Moon in the 2nd house: Makes Me Wonder - Maroon 5 Moon in the 3rd house: One Number Away - Luke Combs Moon in the 4th house: Somebody Told Me - The Killers Moon in the 5th house: Matt and Audie - Zach Bryan Moon in the 6th house: Eyes On You - Chase Rice Moon in the 7th house: Something Like That - Tenille Arts Moon in the 8th house: Thinking Of You - Katy Perry Moon in the 9th house: Sooner Or Later - The Grass Roots Moon in the 10th house: Making The Bed - Olivia Rodrigo Moon in the 11th house: Cigarettes & Feelings - The Haunt Moon in the 12th house: Just Another Girl - The Killers Mars in the 1st house: Touch Too Much - AC/DC Mars in the 2nd house: Dead On Arrival - Muscadine Bloodline Mars in the 3rd house: Champagne & Sunshine - PLVTINUM, Tarro Mars in the 4th house: Run For Cover - The Killers Mars in the 5th house: All The Time - Zach Bryan Mars in the 6th house: Hot N Cold - Katy Perry Mars in the 7th house: Die For Me - Post Malone, Halsey, Future Mars in the 8th house: Don't Blame Me - Taylor Swift Mars in the 9th house: Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand Mars in the 10th house: Love Me More - Mitski Mars in the 11th house: Read My Mind - The Killers Mars in the 12th house: Say It Right - Nelly Furtado

[megalomaniacz]

…ELECTRIC LADY 💋📺🚬

pairing: 70s!ellie x reader

synopsis: she’s still as sweet as she used to be.

author’s note: this. is. so much! fun! to write! i love the vibes i love my moodboard i love it i love i love it!

part one. > part two. > part three.

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“the hell are you reading?” ellie grabs her bottle of soda pop from her cup holder and takes a sip. “sounds like somebody’s diary.”

“shut up! let me finish.” you furrow your brows, annoyed that she interrupted. “okay where was i? oh! ‘janice was caught sleeping with the mayors son, her hair had confirmed everyone’s suspicions’.” you recite the paragraph with joy.

“man i’ll be glad when we get to the hotel.”

several gas stations, tape changes, and gossip filled books later, you’d arrived at your first destination. just off the highway and a couple sharp lefts was all night inn. ellie carried your bags like a gentlewoman while you admired the establishments neon lights and angel sculptures.

“this isn’t too bad.” you say, opening the door. ellie drops the bags and pulls her lit cigarette from her lips. “always the best for you sugar.”

you roll your eyes before kicking your shoes off. “i’m gonna take a shower grump. why don’t you see if you can unbend your back after all those hours of driving.”

“oh, you’re so damn funny.” she sends you off.

the water is perfect, soothing your sweat ridden sticky skin. hands catching pools of it to throw over your face. you play in it before lathering up your soap in a towel to spread over your body. you hum softly, finding peace and solace in the moment.

when you leave the tub to find a towel, you smile seeing a heart drawn in the steam on the bathroom mirror.

⋆˚✿˖° 3 years prior

“fuck you’re gonna get me in trouble. shit, i wouldn’t even care.” ellie places a hand over your mouth. you were currently taking her harsh fingers in the back of her car. lips alternating between sloppy kisses on your neck and wrapping around the bud of your nipple. you were so close now, tears spilling from your eyes.

“cmon doll, i wanna taste.” she hums against your ear lobe. your eyes travel upward as you let out one satisfactory moan. chest heaving up and down as you catch your breath. ellie wasted no time bringing her messy fingers to her mouth. sticking them in and clearing them with one clean swipe.

“better than any meal you ever made me in that shithole diner.” she teases. you give her arm a punch and she rubs it before leaning in for a kiss.

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“if you can’t sleep you just wake me up okay? i’ll stay up with you, we’re in no rush. can rest here as long as we need too. bosses card.”

you’d both washed up and we’re now snuggled into the hotels queen sized bed together. her arms wrapped around your waist, fingertips grazing your ass while you snuggled into her chest.

the clock read 10:45pm.

and then the clock read 9:37am. how fast did you fall asleep?

“morning sunshine.” ellie kisses your forehead the second your eyes flutter open. she’d been waiting to do that for thirty minutes.

“i’ve been waiting to do that for thirty minutes.” she runs the bud of her thumb over your cheek. “you’re so cute.”

“i’m gonna bite you if you don’t feed me.” you smile. you wanted it to come out meaner, but her touch was weakening you. it had always been difficult to fight. that love that she so graciously gave you. the promise that it was yours and only yours. the colder nights in her arms wrapped up in her jacket, slow dancing to the jazz on the radio.

“let’s go get some waffles baby.” she grabs your sides and squeezes, earning a screeched laugh from you.

[deadgirlsnoring]

FORGIVE ME | DR. JONATHAN CRANE

Summary; He’s so sorry for what he did, and he’s gonna prove to you just how much he is.

Contents; Face sitting (fem recieving), whiny/bratty Jonathan, degradation, cumming without touch, overstimulation, begging, black fem reader.

Her silky smooth skin rubbed up against his, he couldn't help but whine and try to get out of the restraints restricting him.

"I-I told you... fuck. I told you I'm sorry, how many times do I have to say this!" Jon was getting frustrated, how could Y/n do this to him. It wasn't enough, she wanted him to feel her rage.

Clicking her tongue, she rolled her eyes. "Why would you kiss her then? Bring her up to our hotel room like you guys were gonna get it on." The dr. was tied up to the bed, his hands tightly roped together along with his legs, ankles so tight he knew he'd have bruises the next day.

"Oh, please. I p- promise, okay? Promise It won't happen again, just let me cum." She shook her head slowly, her eyes seeping deep into his soul.

Y/n sat sideways towards Jonathan, her short French white manicure dancing creepily on his thighs, never touching where he truly wanted her to. Always going so close but so far.

"I love you, hm? You know I do momma. Made a mistake is all, I'm good. Aren't I?" She cooed, her warm hands getting tangled in his fluffy hair. He almost thought she was really gonna go easy on him, almost.

Jon gritted his teeth and whined carelessly when she tugged on it harshly, pulling his face as much as she could toward her. "You think I don't see through you?" She mumbled, fake pouting. He could feel and smell her icy breath on his neck.

This was the most Y/n had touched him in hours, he was glad but oh how he wasn't, "You're a pathetic slut, you crave attention so bad that when I don't give it to you, you look for random sluts?"

When she let go harshly he whimpered quietly, missing her harsh but loveable touch.

"You want somebody else to love you? Do you not think I give your ungrateful ass what you want?" A pout fell upon his face, trying to get out of his restraints.

"N- No! I only want you. I'm so sorry, forgive me." Chuckling lowly, she stood up. Her red bottoms clicked on the floor at each and every step she took.

Jonathan was completely undressed, with no type of clothing on his body. On the other hand, Y/n was dressed somewhat head to toe, with a small black mini skirt, black thigh garters, and her signature black lacy bra.

"I can untie you right now Jonny, you wanna go have fun with any slut you see? Ugh you're such a slut, aren't you?” He frantically nodded his head, he just wanted to please her.

"I don't want you to! I'm your slut, I'm yours. Please please please say it." She didn't want to make him happy. Wanted to break him down into a sobbing little mess.

"Now you're gonna tell me what to do? Thought you knew better than that." The man could feel the hot tears brimming, she was always so mean.

A choked moan fell from his lips when Y/n held the base of his needy cock, precum already spilling from his tip. "Why do you have to be so pathetic baby? It's embarrassing, really." He was panting loudly as her hands started an up and down motion, it hurt so good.

"M'thank you, fuck t- thank you." She pouted her lips, he really was so cute sometimes, "Language, now shut the fuck up. Don't wanna hear a peep from you. You can cum when you feel like it, okay Jonny?"

He nodded appreciatingly, she only had the tiniest bit of niceness in her body, and he loved it so much.

A small smile crept onto her face, holding one hand at the base while she moved the other one in a half circle, so fast his vision was blurring.

"S- Slow... Slow? P- Please?" Jonny was breathing so heavily you couldn't even hear anything else. Y/n wasn't smiling, "I tell you to shut up and you don't listen? Why are you such a brat? So fucking annoying."

Wanting to be quiet for her, he tried his best. Only letting out a small whimper when she grazed over his tip.

She said he could cum whenever, so when he felt that pit in his stomach when her mouth attached to his needy head, oh he couldn't help it.

Y/n lightly grazed his dick with her teeth, he only liked it when he was getting punished, to induce the pain. Only doing two strokes of that, the girl sucked on his tip, her tongue swirling around it. That's what made tears fall down his face, when they reached his mouth he just licked them off.

His body tensed up and he choked back a moan, but Y/n didn't care. Humming and continuing her work she smirked when his warm liquid coated the walls of her throat.

It kept going, and she kept sucking. Milking him for all he had. When he finished completely, she slowly moved up off him, waiting for him to come back into reality. While he was doing so she scooched up, placing little tiny kisses along his jaw, circling down to his chest and back up.

"Thank you t- thank you, I'm sorry for what I did." Looking at her smiling softly with a blank stare he should've known at that moment, she wasn't finished.

"You wanna eat miss out? Hm?" Her voice was soft and innocent, yet her words were far from it. Lightly giggling when he nodded his head repeatedly.

She had no panties on under and her man always had a thing for short skirts, so she kept it on.

“Don’t do that, let me help you. Please.” Y/n was teasing him. He couldn’t pull her thighs down when she hovered over his face, licking his lips seeing how her wetness dripped down on her thigh.

“P- Please? I’m sorry, do you want me to beg? I- I can beg miss, if you want.” Y/n held onto his tied up hands while slowly lowering herself down into his mouth.

Letting out a sigh when his mouth came in contact with her heat, “You’re so good baby, fuck. I’m thinking bout forgiving you.”

Moaning into her cunt, he lapped up all of her juices, savouring the taste. She barely let him eat her out, and if this made her forgive him. Jonny would do anything.

The man was great with his mouth, playing with her clit with his tongue. “Mhmm, make me cum Jonny.”

Her hands tangled into his hair, her sharp nails scratching against his scalp making him groan loudly. He was so close, she didn’t even know.

Jonny let Y/n rub herself onto his face, using him for her own pleasure.

Her legs trembled and she lost balance, sitting directly onto his face. Jonathan did his best, sucking up every single drop she let go, his whimpers being muffled underneath her.

“Wow little Jonny, y- you’re actually useful for something.” She stood up, and got off the bed, not bothering to look at the man tied up.

When she did though, a laugh erupted from her. She kept going, the sound of her giggling made him feel small; humiliated.

“How embarrassing Jonathan.” He didn’t wanna look her in the face.

“I’m sorry.” The man sounded so embarrassed, oh how she loved that. “You wanna do it again? I think you can baby.”

He shook his head, he hated when she overstimulated him. “No, no. I said I’m sorry, c’mon? It hurts.”

While crawling up onto the bed towards him she smirked, her pearly whites making his heart jump.

“But I like when you hurt. Don’t you wanna make miss happy?” He didn’t wanna nod, and he didn’t wanna shake his head no.

Her nails scratched into his skin, red lines making their mark.

When her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, he couldn’t help but let out a grunt, his eyes rolling back.

“Lets do it again, yeah?”

xoxo, liah

[buddierecs]

bachelor party buddie fics

this list has different rated fics, so please look at the rating make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

counting pulses by: tinyydancerr "eddie diaz’s life is going great. he’s in therapy, he’s got a great girlfriend, a great kid, his friend is getting married to the woman of his dreams, and his best friend just came out to him. now his best friend is dating their new friend. things are going great. he promises." word count: 63k rating: teen and up important tags: slow burn, minor buck/tommy, minor eddie/marisol, jealously, gay!eddie diaz, coming out, therapy, internalised homophobia, pining, fake dating

drink up (you're on wasted on me) by: okanus "eddie and buck hook up at the bachelor party. difficulties ensue." word count: 9.7k rating: explicit important tags: flirting, sexual tension, infidelity, drunk sex, grinding, hand jobs, praise kink, possessive!eddie diaz tightrope (the difference of you) by: kiazareni "aka that thing angela bassett said that oliver told her about the bucktommy kiss inspired me, god bless, so i got rid of tommy and rambled for 11k words about buck and eddie kissing drunk at the bachelor party and then not using their words about it" word count: 11k rating: teen and up important tags: making out, miscommunication, getting together, idiots in love

you and tequila make me crazy by: cranberrymoons "in which buck and eddie lose chimney because they're drunk and horny" word count: 1.5k rating: mature important tags: drunken flirting, almost kiss, sexual tension, pre-relationship don't wanna let you love somebody else but me by: fleetinghearts "chris wants dating advice and it turns out taking your best friend on a pretend date to practice being as romantic as possible is not a good idea in theory or in practice, considering the pesky being-in-unrequited-love of it all" word count: 14k rating: teen and up fake dating, fluff, season 7 spec, getting together, idiots to lovers, confessions, making out lay your cards down, down, down by: 42hrb "buck and eddie get drunk at chim's bachelor party and wake up married." word count: 6.3k rating: mature important tags: las vegas wedding, friends to husbands, flirting, gambling, drunken kissing, non-explicit sex i want to be your fantasy (maybe you could be mine) by: 42hrb “yeah, just - well,” eddie stopped just outside the doors, a hand on buck's arm to stop him from going inside. “buck i have to tell you something and you’re not allowed to say shit about it okay?” “of-of course,” buck was a little worried at how serious eddie was being, but it probably wasn't anything that bad if he was going to tell buck something and then go into a pole dancing class. “i’m going to be really good at this class,” eddie said, his voice low. “because one of my jobs before moving to l.a. was stripping. you’re the first person who didn’t work at the club or go to the club to know that and I’d prefer if it stayed that way" word count: 7.2k rating: explicit important tags: former stripper!eddie diaz, pole dancing, lap dancing, fluff, smut, hand jobs

[lunerna21]

……Is anyone else kinda disappointed with how Playful Land ended up being?? Or it is just me??

***Slight Spoilers for Playful Land Ahead***

Don’t get me wrong, it was an enjoyable event and everything and I loved seeing new people bonding that we typically wouldn’t see interact like Leona and Trey.

But besides that, it felt sort of lackluster compared to Glorious Masquerade.

Like Azul, Idia and Malleus and the others demonstrated growth compared to their involvement of the main story. Even in Glorious Masquerade, we witnessed everyone going through something traumatic with how dangerous the Fire Lotuses could be, to the scary thought that anyone could lose their magic forever because of Rollo’s choices.

Like I was on the EDGE of my seat as I’m watching students from NRC fight this with everything and EVERY SINGLE STUDENT progressed and showed how much they’ve grown over time.

AND I LOVED IT! ITS STILL MY FAVORITE EVENT!

…..But I don’t think Playful Land lived up to the potential it could have been…

Don’t get me wrong, Fellow blew Rollo out of the water with how fucked up and dark the concept was for Playful Land.

I had to stop SEVERAL times to compute the fucking fact that this is happening to people, and many others weren’t able to stop Fellow and Gidel in time. Like shit was FUCKED UP

BUT WHY DID THEY STOP TALKING ABOUT THE DUDE BEHIND THE SCENES INVOLVING HUMAN TRAFFICKING!?

LIKE NO IT SHOULDN’T JUST END WITH EVERYONE CELEBRATING AND DANCING AND SINGING

SHOULDNT SOMEBODY REPORT WHOEVER THIS WAS, MAYBE HAVE FELLOW RATTING HIM OUT SO IT STOPS HAPPENING!?

Like why did they show Ace slightly scared with the concept of turning into puppets? If it was me, I’d be shitting bricks thinking my body is slowing turning into a mindless puppet and never returning NRC.

And even Kalim I feel like they didn’t really use the opportunity to grow from how he was in Book 4. Ortho showed some growth, but Fairy Gala Remix demonstrated more of how much Ortho was beginning to grow from an android to a human being, to being himself.

Not only the main three, but Lilia, Jade and the others didn’t really get a spotlight moment where we feel proud from how far they came from their involvement in the main story.

ALSO ME BEING AN ACEYUU PSYCHO I WAS HOPING FOR A MOMENT LIKE IN GLORIOUS MASQUERADE WITH ACE COMING IN TO SAVE US OR SHOWING SOME HINT OF WORRY.

BUT NO. NOPE. WE DIDNT GET ANY OF THAT AND I WANNA FLIP THE FUCK OUT I NEED MORE ACEYUU MOMENTS TOGETHER

One thing I did enjoy was there was more interaction with Fellow, Gidel and MC, even after the reveal of Fellow and Gidel’s intentions.

But I just feel like it didn’t live up to being a potential contender for Glorious Masquerade.

Even some of the groovy cards weren’t spectacular. I loved Ace, Ortho and Kalim but the others kinda seemed half-assed

AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT WHY THEY ALWAYS FUCK UP THE COLOR OF LEONAS SKIN IN EACH OF HIS GROOVY CARDS!? That and it just looks they didn’t put any effort into his groovy whatsoever.

Can we please give Leona a stunning groovy with perfect lighting and color for once!?

I’m kinda worried of what they’re gonna do with the concept of Halloween next year, but I just hope they don’t make it another traumatic event like the past Halloween event

Let’s just give the NRC students and staff a break because what the fuck they went through I would’ve been traumatized, ESPECIALLY TURNING INTO A FUCKING WOODEN PUPPET

AND I HAVENT EVEN SEEN ANY OF THE VIGNETTES BEING MENTIONED (part of it obviously due to some cards not having a vignette) but when Glorious Masquerade came out EVERYONE WAS IN SHAMBLES

I guess only time will tell, but let me know what you thought of Playland Land too I’m super curious if it’s only me who felt this way

But anyway, enjoy the rest of your day~~!❤️❤️❤️

[manygeese]

Part two folks! author’s note at the end ❤️

Edit: chapter three is out

Chapter Two

The night of Prince Leo’s tenth birthday was an important one indeed. Not only was a ball to be held, but the neighboring kingdom’s royal family was to be in attendance. Leo’s mother and father seemed particularly excited about that part.

Leo himself was eager to meet the other nation’s prince. If he was lucky, he could convince the boy to dance with him. Though, that was if his parents let him leave their sides. They were oddly protective of him on his birthday.

He was awakened from his thoughts by a hand on his cheek. When he looked up from the floor, he met his mother’s eyes. “Are you ready, mi cariño?”

“Yes, Mama,” Leo grinned.

His mother smiled sadly. “You’re growing up so fast.”

“Mama, I’m ten. I’m not that old.”

She sighed. “I know.” She nodded. “I know.”

They heard the herald trumpeting, signaling that it was time to enter the ballroom. He felt his father’s hand, calloused from his time in the forge, rest on his shoulder.

He smiled winningly as they walked through the door, waiting for the herald to announce him and his parents before attempting to disappear into the crowd. His plan was foiled, however, by his father’s grip on his shoulder. He tried not to look disappointed.

His father gave Leo a questioning look, wondering why he had tried to leave. Met only with a shrug and an unenthusiastic grin, the king rolled his eyes and let the queen do the talking.

“Leo, we have someone we want you to meet. You can leave after you’ve greeted them,” she assured, although she hoped that he wouldn’t want to leave.

The young prince relented, following his parents’ slow lead.

His parents stopped in front of a tall, radiant woman and a powerful looking man. A boy was close to the lady’s side, not quite clinging to her, though Leo could tell he wanted to.

“Queen Hera, King Zeus,” his mother greeted, more of a talker than his father was. “We’re delighted you and your son could make it tonight.”

Leo should have expected this. After all, who else could his parents have wanted him to meet? He had known just about everybody else in this room since birth. Still, he had to fight to keep the pleasant surprise off of his face.

King Zeus just grunted and took a swig of his drink. Queen Hera smiled graciously. “Is this Leo?” She asked politely, looking down at him. “Happy birthday, dear boy,” she said before she got an answer.

“Thank you, your majesty,” he responded, bowing his head.

“And this is Jason?” His mother motioned to the boy at Queen Hera’s side. The other queen nodded, pushing him forward.

Leo smiled and waved, trying to relieve some of the tension. The other boy, Jason, returned it nervously.

“You boys go have fun,” Queen Hera said, though it was more of a command than a suggestion. At Jason’s clear apprehension, she added, “We’ll be around if you need us.”

Before Jason could protest, Leo took the other prince’s hand and lead him away from where their parents were talking. He swore he could hear a slight chuckle from his father, but he decided to ignore it, instead escaping into the crowd.

“Where are we going?” Jason asked timidly.

Leo looked over his shoulder, stopping for a moment. “Somewhere quiet. I figured you would want some peace.”

Jason looked surprised, like the idea that somebody might think of his comfort had never occurred to him before. “That sounds nice,” he replied, smiling softly.

Leo snorted and went on walking, though he had slowed down to an amble. He thought that might be more Jason’s speed. “Yeah, well you’re talking to the boy who knows the most about this castle besides the original architect. I know the nicest places in all of the kingdom.”

“Who’s the original architect?”

“My dad, actually,” Leo continued. “This wing of the castle burnt down two years ago and he rebuilt it, made some renovations in older places here and there. I wanna be like him when I grow up- building stuff, making things, all that.”

“Oh. I’m sorry about the fire.”

“It’s alright, it was evacuated before anybody could get hurt. Besides, it looks so much prettier now.”

Jason hummed in acknowledgment, letting the conversation lull. The silence wasn’t as awkward as it was before.

Leo lead Jason up a flight of spiral stairs, which opened onto the floor above the outside of the ballroom. It was almost silent, the only sound being the slight clamor from the party. Leo went a bit to the right and stopped at a royal portrait of his parents. He crouched next to the picture frame, searching for something. Near the bottom corner, he pried a part of the moulding up, which caused the painting to turn slowly, revealing a dark passage.

When Leo saw the surprised look on Jason’s face, he smirked. “I told you I knew everything about this castle,” he snickered. “Did you doubt me?”

“I don’t anymore,” Jason said, leaning into the tunnel and investigating. The placement of the painting was too high up for either boy to step over it from the ground, so Leo dragged an ottoman over to the wall. He clambered on top of it and disappeared over the side with a muffled thud.

Leo saw Jason peek over the frame, a concerned look on his face. “You alright?” The other prince questioned.

“I’m okay. I put a couple blankets down here after my first tumble,” he explained. He stumbled to his feet, fluffing the pillows while he was at it, then gesturing downwards. “What are you waiting for? Absolutely zero potential concussions down here,” he joked.

Jason breathed out a laugh. “Incoming,” he warned as he dropped, landing on his feet.

Leo huffed. “Showoff,”

“Am not! I didn’t want to hit myself on anything. It’s called ‘a sense of self preservation’. Ever heard of it?”

“I’ve gotten this far without it,”

“You’re ten. Not exactly an achievement,”

Leo barked out a laugh. “Come on, Mr. Self Preservation, we’re not done yet. Do me a favor and close the portrait behind you.”

Jason stood on his toes to grab the edge of the painting and pull it back to its original position. Leo waved him deeper into the passage.

The corridor was short, ending with a heavy wooden door. Leo turned his back to the door, putting all his weight on it to try and push it open. It fell open, and Leo went with it, letting out an oof. Jason chuckled.

“Falling twice in two minutes,” Jason observed, offering a hand to the fallen boy. “Are you going for the record?”

Leo scoffed, taking it. “I could do much better than ‘twice in two minutes’. You underestimate me.”

The door opened into a small nook, surrounded by artfully placed vines. There were fireflies flitting around in the evening breeze, crickets chirping, and the sun was setting in the courtyard. If they leaned over the railing, the two boys could see into the ballroom beneath them.

Leo sat down, Jason following suit. “Have you ever shown this place to anybody before?” Jason said after a companionable silence.

“No. I mean, my dad knows about it, but he’s never followed me in,” Leo admitted.

“I wish I had a place like this back at my castle.”

“Like, a private one? This isn’t really private. The forge would be private right now- my parents close it on my birthday- but any guest at the ball could look up right now and see us here.”

“But only we know how to get up here. They can’t reach us. It’s our secret.” He wore a smile so fond it was almost goofy.

Leo hummed thoughtfully, letting it be quiet for a minute or two.

“That party’s for me and I’m not even there,” Leo said with a laugh in his voice, pointing to the ballroom, scooting close to the edge and dangling his legs off of it.

“Do you want to go back?” Jason asked, making to stand up.

“No.” Leo’s response was immediate and more than a little desperate. “I like it here. With you. I do wish I could dance, though,” he said wistfully, hearing the music drifting out from the celebration.

“We can still dance.”

Leo looked to Jason hopefully. “I didn’t think you would want to.”

“When I got here, I didn’t- I usually feel so self conscious when I do it at my family’s celebrations- but you might just be the exception.” Jason still had on that silly grin as he offered Leo his hand once again. Leo took it.

The other prince pulled Leo up into a standing position, holding their joined hands in between them. Jason placed his other hand on Leo’s back. Leo put his free hand on Jason’s shoulder.

“One, two three, one, two three, one, two three,” Jason muttered under his breath as they performed the steps. Leo wondered why he found it so charming.

“How long are you and your family going to be here?” Leo whispered.

“Not long after the party ends. Till the morning, if we’re lucky.”

“That’s a shame,” Leo sighed, although he was a little giddy about he and Jason already being a we. “Next time I can show you around the kingdom with my friends.”

“Your parents let you go out? Unsupervised?”

“Not unsupervised. My guard, Beckendorf, comes with us, but he’s like a brother to me. I don’t think of him as supervision. It’s like he’s tagging along. Do your parents not let you go out?”

“Not really,” Jason confessed, “but that sounds nice. I’d like to do that with you,” he paused. “Maybe, if you ever come to my kingdom, I can return the favor.”

“I’d like that too.”

~*~

Later that night, after the ball had ended, two pairs of monarchs were searching for their sons.

Jason’s older sister, Thalia, who really hadn’t wanted to come, had spotted the two boys on an alcove outside the ballroom. She chuckled to herself as she watched her mother fret, deciding it was too funny to tell her.

King Hephaestus finally spotted the out-of-place ottoman, connecting the dots. He absentmindedly opened the secret passageway with the lever on the frame, stepping over the wall and into the corridor. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he opened the door at the end of the hall.

There were the two princes, asleep on each other’s shoulders with hands laced together, snoring softly. The king sighed, relieved and amused, as he went to tell the others of his discovery.

~*~

Author’s Note

This is where the plot veers off from the original Disney movie (technically it started in the second section of the first chapter but shhhh 🤫). I decided to change it a little because it’s so WEIRD to just take a whole ass child for 16 years and expect the parents to be a-okay with it? Also I love Esperanza and wanted to write her more :) once again thank you to @scentednightdonut for being my editor!

Edit: forgot to tag the people from my first ever post so here they are (again let me know if you don’t want to be tagged)

@queenjunothegreat

@acetheta

What’s Next: Leo at his vacation home ✨

[mistress-of-malevolence]

hi, more screenies from episode 8 that I couldn't add to the first post

spoilers below

Khan please-

collection of robots getting their hearts ripped out. fun~

EVERYONE PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR DOLLS DEAD BODY! GIVE IT UP FOR DOLLS DEAD BODY EVERYBODY!

Diversity win! hater girl lesbians.

today has gone well 💜💛

they're dancing in the sky together omfg I'm so happy

*GHASP!* PROFANITY!

yay!! im actually really happy and satisfied with that ending.

but lemme make something very clear to y'all, just cuz its ended, don't mean its over. I'm still gonna make art and write shit and finish my au's (eventually, get off my dick, I'm slow) I don't wanna see nobody packing up shop to just because this is the last episode (that we know of, I trust nothing and no one) does not mean there is nothing left to do. I got questions. many, MANY questions.

why is Cyn like that in the first place?

how did she get demon powers?

are there any humans left or are they extinct?

is Nori ever gonna come back and see Kahn?

what happened to J? did they kill her? like, for real this time?

and lets not ignore this

I don't know how seriously I should take this since it's probably just a joke but is this ok? She looks very tired. can we really just leave it like this??

we got murder drones intermission, somebody should make murder drones aftermath.

k bye. [link to first post]