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jobean12-blog · 1 year ago

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Love in Bloom

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Plant!Dad!Bucky)

Word Count: 2,863

Summary: You and Bucky have the best coffee date then meet up at the Farmer's Market. Every minute you spend with him makes you fall harder.

Author's Note: More plant!dad!bucky for you! I'm so excited that you all liked meeting him so much! I'm having a lot of fun with him! You can read the first story HERE! And please check out @nalonzooo art to see how amazing it is! 😍Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

PS If you'd like to see the shirt Bucky is wearing you can HERE and the two plant pots, ONE and TWO. 🥰💕

Warnings: plant talk, Alpine fluffs, sweet and soft fluffs all around :)

You and Bucky have been texting every day since you met at the garden center, silly plant memes and pictures of Alpine filling up the lines between sweet words and soft flirting.

You couldn’t wait to see him for coffee today.

The bell above the door dings as you enter and your eyes search for him. He’s standing at the counter, a large black backpack slung over his shoulders and a bouquet of flowers in one hand. He’s not wearing his hat today and his long hair is pulled back into a low bun with several strands sticking out.

When he spots you he smiles wide and waves you over.

“Hiya doll,” he says when you get close. “You look beautiful.”

You preen under his sweet words and kiss his cheek hello. “Hi Bucky.”

At the sound of your voice, Bucky’s backpack starts to move and Alpine’s white furry head peeks out between the open zipper.

“ALPINE!” you squeal, rubbing his head.

“He would have been very upset if I showed up without him,” Bucky laughs. “You can take him out if ya want.”

You reach down and gather up the cat, carefully lifting him out until he’s in your arms. You coo and gush over him while Bucky waits for your coffees.

The barista sets them down with a smile.

“Oh…shit,” Bucky mutters, finally tearing his eyes away from you when the coffee arrives. “Uh…I almost forgot,” he continues, holding out the bouquet of flowers. “These are for you.”

You take them with your free hand and bring them to your nose, inhaling the sweet fragrance.

“They’re so beautiful Bucky! Thank you!”

He grabs your coffees and starts toward a small empty table in the back. “You’re welcome doll. I got them at the Farmer’s Market in Union Square this morning.”

“You picked them out?” you ask, softly fingering the petals of the different blooms.

“Yeah,” he answers, looking both proud and slightly shy at the same time. “I like makin’ bouquets but I don’t really get the chance much.”

Bucky puts the coffees down and pulls your chair out for you.

“Well, it’s perfect,” you tell him as you sit, setting the flowers down on the extra seat. “Thank you!”

Alpine promptly curls up in your lap, his tail swishing contentedly back and forth as you pet him.

Bucky sits next to you and unhooks the front strap of his backpack before slinging it off.

You stare at his chest.

“Oh my god,” you giggle.

“What?” he asks. “Did I drop some of my breakfast on my shirt?”

His worried eyes shoot down and he pulls his shirt away from his body, studying it closely.

“That shirt is so cute!”

He sighs in relief and lifts his eyes with a chuckle. “Yeah, I couldn’t resist.”

You press your hand to the soft fabric to smooth it out, poking the spot where the cat sits on the shelf in between all the plants. The feel of his hard chest beneath your fingertips has you pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and it takes all of your willpower to drag your hand away.

“I love it,” you whisper. “It feels soft too.”

“It’s really comfortable,” he agrees. “I’m glad you like it. I didn’t even realize I put it on. Sometimes I wonder if all the plant and cat stuff is a bit much…”

“No way,” you interject. “What’s not to love about plants and cats?”

You sip your coffee and eye him over the rim of the cup.

“You get it,” he says, the corner of his eyes crinkling with his smile.

“Mmm,” you hum, “this is so good. I can’t believe I’ve never been here!”

“This place is great,” he agrees, “and they allow cats!”

After some yummy sips and comfortable silence he asks, “so how’s Spidey? Still alive I hope?”

“Thankfully still alive,” you giggle. “But I still don’t know the best spot to keep him and how often to water him and if I should repot him? If I kill another plant I��m not sure my confidence will recover…”

You laugh but the look on your face must say it all.

“You’re not going to kill him doll!” he assures you before launching into a barrage of questions and information.

You’re long done with your coffee and scones by the time you both feel satisfied that you have enough starter plant knowledge to keep Spidey thriving.

“When he gets too big for his pot I can’t wait to pick a new one out! They have so many cute ones on Etsy!”

Bucky drops his head with a playful scoff. “Don’t even get me started on Etsy. I have two new pots on the way right now.”

“Lemme see!” you squeak, smacking him in the arm in excitement.

He feigns pain and rubs the spot. “Ouch.”

“Oh please,” you tease. “You’re like solid muscle. There is no way that hurt.”

You squeeze his bicep and he instinctively flexes.

“Well now you’re just showing off,” you tell him, “and if you don’t stop I’m going to feel you up in the coffee shop.”

He goes still, his eyes laser focused on you before they drop to your lips when your tongue darts out to wet them.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter, feeling your skin heat with embarrassment. “I would never…”

“Doll,” he says, stopping you. “It’s fine. More than fine actually. I have zero problem with you touching me.”

“Oh.”

His eyes wander over your face before he leans in a little closer.

“That’s good,” you whisper, getting a good whiff of him, clean and spicy.

“Here are your blueberry muffins to go!” the barista says as she sets down the boxes.

You and Bucky move apart quickly, clearly startled out of the heat of the moment.

“Thanks,” you say, giving the barista a small smile.

When you take out your wallet he stops you with a warm hand over yours. “I got it doll.”

“But you already got the coffee and scones,” you explain.

“And I’ve got the muffins too,” he says.

“Thank you.”

He leans in and gives you a soft kiss at the corner of your mouth, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary and your skin tingles.

“Thank you,” he whispers before pulling out his phone.

He scrolls around for a few seconds before turning his screen around so you can see it. There’s a picture of a white pot with a cat shaped face, the cat’s expression sweet and serene.

“So I got that one anddddd this one,” he says, scrolling again to a picture of another white cat planter, except this time it has four little legs.

“I love them,” you say. “They’re perfect and almost as cute as Alpine!”

Once you’re outside in the sunshine and back to some form of reality you reluctantly hand over Alpine.

“Guess I have to give him back huh?” you joke.

“Well,” Bucky begins, rubbing the back of his neck. “We’re going to be at the Farmer’s Market again tomorrow morning. If you’re around you could join us?”

“I do need to stock up on fruits and vegetables,” you muse. “I’ll be there, just text me a time later.”

Thankfully Sunday morning comes quickly and you’re out the door in record time, strolling down West 17th street in the sunshine.

When you don’t see Buck you start to amble around the stalls, picking through various fruits and admiring the jarred jams.

“That one is really good.”

The deep and familiar voice makes you smile before you even turn around and when you do you see Bucky standing there with his backpack against his chest and Alpine’s head sticking out.

“Hey you two!”

He quickly but carefully swings the bag to his shoulder and wraps his free arm around your waist, pulling you toward his chest for a sweet kiss on the cheek.

His hair is down today, brushing his shoulder and you have a strong urge to take one of the strands hanging in his face and twirl it around your finger.

Instead, you reach up and tuck it behind his ear, your eyes studying his face while you lean into him.

“I also have that in fig and raspberry flavor.”

“I think she’s talking to you,” Bucky says with a smirk.

“Huh?” you mumble, still staring at him.

He delicately takes your chin between his fingers and turns your head toward the stall.

“OH!” you squeak. “I’m so sorry…I was just saying hello and um…right. Did you say fig and raspberry?”

The vendor nods with a knowing smile.

“That’s great. I love figs. I’ll take one!”

You slip from Bucky’s arms and finish the transaction, taking your nicely packaged jam and walking toward the next stall, still feeling a bit awkward.

When you stop at the sunflower stall Bucky says, “I’ve always wanted to grow these but I don’t really have anywhere to do it.”

“They get really tall right?”

“Yeah, taller than me,” he says with a laugh. “I have to do more research.”

“They’re beautiful! Have you ever been to a farm to see them. It’s amazing!”

“I haven’t yet but I’d really like to do that,” he admits.

“We can go together…if you want?”

“How about you let me take you on a proper date first then we’ll go out to the farm and pick sunflowers.”

“I love that plan.”

Even though you’re still standing beside the stall and there are people walking by and around you, it seems as if it all fades away as Bucky steps closer and his fingertips graze your arm, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

He whispers your name, his eyes falling to your lips just before Alpine’s paw shoots between your faces and bats away a loose piece of Bucky’s hair.

“Alpine!” Bucky chides. “Watch it buddy!”

You cover your mouth but can’t stop your eruption of giggles as you watch Alpine continue to try and bat Bucky in the face.

“Told you he was a menace!” Bucky says with a pointed look at Alpine who simply meows with a blink.

“Aw but who could be mad at that face?” you coo, scratching under Alpine’s chin.

“ME!” Bucky practically pouts. “I’m mad!”

A smile tugs at the corner of his lips and after a moment of silence you both start laughing again.

“Come on,” Bucky says as he slings his arm around your shoulder. “Let’s buy some food!”

By the time you’re done perusing and purchasing it’s almost lunch time.

“I’m starving,” Bucky says as he rubs his stomach.

Your eyes fall to the action just as his shirt rides up and you catch a glimpse of his taut skin lined with a dark trail of hair that disappears into his jeans.

With a hard swallow you avert your eyes and mumble, “me too!”

“Wanna get some lunch doll?”

“What was that?” you ask, lifting your eyes to find him watching you intently.

“Do you want to grab a bite? It’s lunch time.”

“Shit, already! I’m supposed to meet my best friend for lunch at one!”

“It’s only a little after twelve, don’t worry,” he assures you with a smile but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I’d invite you to come along but it’s our girl time,” you explain, looking disappointed yourself.

“Nope, I get it doll. That’s important time but let me at least walk you back to your place.”

“I’d like that.”

He adjusts Alpine and his backpack then takes your bag from you, switching hands so his free one is swinging next to yours.

Every so often your fingers brush as you walk and finally he hooks his pinky through yours, gauging your reaction. When you smile and tighten your grip he entwines all his fingers with yours, brushing his thumb over your knuckles.

You walk back to your apartment hand in hand.

“I can’t believe I didn’t buy any flowers or plants today,” Bucky states, looking surprised as he holds the door of your building open for you.

“Oh my gosh, you didn’t!”

“It’s your fault,” he teases. “You’re a distraction.”

You press your teeth into your bottom lip and shrug demurely before turning and heading up the steps.

“Thankfully I’m only on the second floor…this is me.”

You point to the door on the left and start to fish for your keys. Once you have the door open you tell him to come in so you can take your bag and show him Spidey.

He approves of your placement and also Spidey’s overall health and you clap your hands together happily.

Your phone dings and you grab it, quickly reading a text from Nat.

“Thank goodness she finally picked a place to eat,” you laugh.

“Me and Alpine will have to pick some pizza up on the way home,” he says with a wink.

You stand only a few inches apart, staring at each other.

“Well, I guess…” you start.

“Thanks for meeting…” he begins at the same time.

You both drop your heads and laugh.

“I had the best time Bucky. I wish we could have had lunch too…”

“Nah don’t worry, it’s ok doll. I mean I do too. I would have loved to spend the rest of the day with you but you have plans. I understand.”

He turns and starts toward the door.

“Don’t forget to say goodbye to Alpine. He’ll bitch the whole way home if you don’t.”

As if on cue Alpine’s two white ears perk up and he pops his head out of Bucky’s open backpack.

“Bye handsome,” you croon. “Be good and I’ll see you soon.”

“He’s not coming on our dinner date next week,” Bucky chimes in. “I don’t want him stepping on my toes again.”

“Awwww,” you say with feigned sadness. “I’ll miss him!”

When Bucky’s standing in your doorway he turns to face you again and licks his lips.

“Text me when you get home?” he asks, his tone unsure.

“I will,” you say with a soft smile.

“Have fun doll!”

You both stand there staring at each other again and you finally take a step closer, your eyes focused on his before they drop to his lips.

“Bye Bucky.”

You practically invite him to kiss you, pressing yourself against him as you lean up. You lay your palms on his chest and feel his muscles flex beneath you. He dips his head, his lips brushing your cheek before he gives you a quick peck in the same spot and turns on his heel.

You try to hide your disappointment with a smile but the corners of his mouth turn down as he backs up.

“See you soon,” he says quietly.

“See you soon,” you reply as you start to shut the door.

With a wave you shut it softly and let out an exhale as you deflate.

You’re not even two steps away when you hear a knock. Your stomach erupts in butterflies as you twirl around and swing the door open, staring at Bucky on the other side.

“That’s not at all how I wanted to say goodbye,” he murmurs before he steps back inside your apartment, shuts the door and spins you against it.

You realize there’s nowhere to go as you find yourself pressed to the door; Bucky’s hard body lined up with yours.

The first thing you feel is the strength of his metal hand as it wraps around your arm and his other clasping the nape of your neck as he drags you closer and covers your mouth with his.

You make a throaty sound you can’t control and cling to him, the smell of him, the feel of his hands holding you to him, it’s all overwhelming in the best way. His hand at your neck tightens every so slightly and he groans, the sound skimming across your skin like electricity.

He deepens the kiss, demanding more and it’s enough to steal your breath. Your hands dive into his hair and you moan into his mouth again, unable to stop it as his hand on your arm slips behind you and traces the curve of your spine.

With a muttered curse he breaks the kiss, pulling back only an inch to look into your eyes. His blue eyes are dark, his long lashes lowered as he traces his tongue over his swollen lips.

“Bucky?” you whisper.

He closes his eyes, resting his forehead to yours.

“I’m sorry if that was…”

“It was perfect,” you whisper.

His eyes open and he lifts his head, reluctantly putting some space between you.

“Perfect,” he repeats.

He still looks like he wants to kiss you again and again as his eyes wash over you and his expression looks pained.

Your phone dings again.

“Nat,” you state, not taking your eyes off him.

He wavers, leaning toward you before he mutters, “fuck,” and runs a hand through his hair. “Right. Lunch.”

“I’ll talk to you later doll,” he says.

“Ok,” you manage, willing your body to keep holding you upright.

He gives you a slow and sexy smile before turning and walking down the steps.

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haxkattpress · 9 months ago

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The Bolthole by aideomai, Tepre, and GallaPlacidia

I'm absolutely thrilled to finally share my first fic bind here on Tumblr! I completed this bind back in November, and it introduced me to so many wonderful people.

You can find pictures and detailed explanations of my process under the cut.

This is "The Bolthole" by Aideomai, Tepre, and (formerly) GallaPlacidia on Ao3. The cover design is adapted from "The Little Brother" (1902) by Josiah Flynt. The typeset is my own.

I fell in love with this cover the moment I saw it, and wanted to try to recreate it with book cloth. As a hobbyist book binder, I like to try to revitalize older designs from the public domain. There are so few copies of this book left in the world, so I thought it would be fun to give it new life as the cover of a contemporary story.

The cover is made out of three different colors of book cloth from the Allure and Verona lines. The book cloth and endpapers were bought from Hollander's.

I used my Cameo 4 and a strong tack mat to cut the design out of each color of book cloth. I then assembled the pattern like a puzzle. It was MUCH harder than it sounds! Some of the pieces were incredibly thin and fragile, and they were difficult to keep track of.

For the foiling, I used my Cameo 4 and the We R Memory Keepers fine tip foil quill for everything but the spine, which I did by hand. I foiled immediately after I cut, without removing my mat from the machine. This helped me line everything up. It did not, however, prevent me from sweating bullets as my machine worked.

This method was, frankly, torture, but I'm really glad that I tried it. Now that I've had a nice long break, I'd like to try it again soon. I love running my hands over this book, and the texture of the book cloth feels wonderful under my fingertips. I do, however, have a few words of caution. Do not try this out unless you have book cloth to burn! Here are some pictures of just a few of my failures.

The Cameo 4 is not your friend. Your cut-outs can and will get fucked up for no reason. If the mat isn't sticky enough, or the blade isn't sharp enough, or the fabric doesn't adhere properly, your design could get completely shredded. I strongly recommend that you avoid Verona book cloth, or anything with a paper backing and loose fibers. It was absolute hell to work with. When it wasn't shredded by the machine, it was fraying like crazy. Acrylic coated cloth is the way to go if you want clean lines. And, you know, your sanity intact.

This was my most challenging bind to date, but I learned a lot! Aside from experimenting with book cloth, automated foiling, and my Cameo 4, it was also my first time formatting, printing, and sewing a text block. I'm incredibly grateful for all of the online tutorials and wonderful people who helped me make this bind a reality!

#book binding #ficbinding #fanbinding #fanfic binding #drarry #the bolthole #harry x draco #my binds #haxkattpress

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russellsppttemplates · 12 days ago

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All right there (Lance Stroll)

You don't need much - just a relaxed Lance and a comfy bed

Note: english is not my first language. I was in the mood for some fluff 🤍 I always feel and know I have to put this - for those who are here and have stayed, thank you for being so patient and for staying - I hope this is good enough ✨️

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm not taking requests right now, so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to send them in but know that I don't know when I'll be able to get to them!

my masterlist

Cw: alludes to media hate

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog @hiireadstuff @c-losur3 @sltwins

The sun was setting over the circuit, casting a warm golden hue across the paddock as the roar of the engines had subsided, leaving a peaceful moment after the adrenaline-fueled chaos of the race as all of the teams gathered their equipment and got it ready for transport for the next destination.

Lance had just secured a hard-fought points finish, climbing out of his car happy with the race but the exhaustion was evident on his face as a tired smile broke through, sending a wink your way before he was ushered to the media pen.

You were waiting for him at the lounge area of the hospitality, book in your hands to keep you busy considering Lawrence was in a meeting and, given that Chloe had just welcomed her baby boy, no one else from the family was around. It had been a challenging race, and you caught glimpses of the relentless media swirling around him, scrutinizing every aspect of his performance and character. Today’s finish was not just a good place on the grid - it was also a reminder that he belonged among the best in motorsport.

Lance dropped you a text telling you to meet him in his drivers' room, saying that he won't be long after this last interview.

From the moment he got out of the car, Lance couldn't wait to get to you, every interview seemingly taking longer than that the last one as the reporters made sure their message got through.

So, when he finally reached the room, the tension of the day melted away as he saw you look up at him. Lance pulled you into a hug, burying his face in your neck as you hugged him back, "I couldn’t have done it without you," he murmured, voice slightly muffled.

You pulled back just enough to smile up at him, your heart fluttering as you cupped his face, "you did it, Lance, you're proving all of them wrong".

After tidying everything and gathering your things, you made your way back to the hotel, glad that you only had to fly out in the morning. Lance flopped onto the bed, his body spent, and practically melted into the soft sheets, and as you settled beside him, kicking your trainers to the carpeted floor, he sighed contentedly, his eyelids drooping.

“Are you going to fall asleep on me?” you teased, running a hand through his tousled hair after a chuckle.

“Maybe just for a moment” he sighed, his breath evening out. You watched as his face relaxed, the stress of the day slowly vanishing as he succumbed to the calmer environment you found yourselves in.

You took this opportunity to grab your phone, heart racing as you tried be quick and capture this cozy moment. Even though you had the privilege of attending a race here and there, it wasn't often that you could get to be with your boyfriend like this, always rushing between flights, meetings and PR events.

You clicked a few pictures, focusing on the way his eyelashes brushed against his cheeks, how the corner of his mouth curled up just slightly in his sleep and how it was slighty agape. He looked so peaceful and vulnerable, like a gentle teddy bear and that was a sight you wanted to remember forever.

You couldn’t resist. Each photo you took made your affection for him swell even more as you tried to keep silent, failing when a small giggle escaped your lips as he shifted slightly, pulling the blankets closer to him and letting out a soft snore. Between each click of your camera, your thoughts lingered on how the media had portrayed him lately—unfairly and harshly. But here he was, just a man, working hard and achieving great things with each race he did.

With a grin, you opened your instagram app and began to upload the photos, writing a thoughtful caption that wouldn't get anyone in trouble (you certainly didn't want the PR team chasing you down) but one that would set the media straight. You posted the photos, each one showing Lance in his most endearing moments and ones that you were sure his fans would melt when they looked at them.

As you set your phone down, glancing back at him, you felt a warmth in your chest. The world may try to define who he was, constantly throwing harsh words at him and assumptions they had no business making, but you cherished the moments where the rest of world faded away.

With the fading light outside and the soft glow of the room, you settled in beside him, gently resting your head on his shoulder as you snuggled him, not caring about the fact that you were wearing your outside clothes on the bed, “sweet dreams, my love,” you whispered, not wanting to wake him.

Somewhere in his dreams, you hoped he knew just how much he was loved - both for his racing skill and for the love he brought into your life. For the giggles he got out of you, for the way your heart fluttered whenever he called you by your nickname you only allowed him to use, for the way he carefully picked up the pieces whenever it got too much.

And as the stars began to twinkle outside the hotel room window, you found comfort in the simplicity of being together, away from the glare of the cameras and the weight of expectation. You had it all right there.

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lost-in-lamentation · 2 years ago

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human world headcanons

a/n: i just know half of the brothers would break into the human world under the excuse of seeing their favourite human, only to be distracted 9 seconds later. and so; human world shenanigans.

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lucifer.

here's one that doesn't stray from his goal.

lucifer heads straight to your house (without warning).

but he forgets that you have work today; he also does not have the key to your front door.

your neighbours start to wonder if the strange man who has been sitting on your doorstep is lost.

one kind-hearted neighbour sends you a picture of the lonely demon on your porch, along with the message "he's been there for hours."

a fit of laughter and a 20 minute drive later, you embrace lucifer tightly.

"sorry, sorry," you manage to giggle out as he tries to scold you for not having your d.d.d. on you.

lucifer finally relents the harsh glare when you tell him you'll cook a special dinner for him.

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mammon.

he's distracted in all the right ways.

first, he grabs you a drink from your favourite human world café.

mammon will then head to the grocery store and look for your favourite snacks.

he's so focused on the task at hand that he doesn't notice you side eyeing him from two feet away.

when he finally does notice, he turns on his heel and ducks his head, trying to escape your gaze.

it's too late now, though; you've already got a hand on the edge of his jacket, yanking him towards you.

"mammon. does anyone know you're up here?"

"... you do."

"not good enough!"

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leviathan.

see, he really wishes he could be distracted.

after all, the human world has so many anime and manga goods stores that he wants to visit.

but being the shut-in he is, he'd rather wait inside your house until you have time to go out.

unlike a certain brother, he remembers the key to your door (mainly because he doesn't want to be stuck waiting outside).

he does also shoot you a quick text before he enters, just in case you're inside and he freaks you out, or in case you're out of the house.

you enjoy having levi over; he doesn't drag you back outside as soon as you've got one foot through the doorway.

but perhaps the real problem is getting him back out.

because, why leave when he can game without his brothers interrupting his boss level speed run?

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satan.

oh lawd he's NOT coming.

he saw a cat on the road; as far as you know, he's gone forever.

satan only stops when he sees a street library box, curiosity getting the better of him.

it's maybe a few hours later that he remembers to text you of his arrival in your realm.

you call him almost immediately, asking where he is, only for the blonde to respond "i'm not quite sure myself. i followed a cat here."

your eyebrow twitches, and you almost want to give satan a taste of his own wrathful medicine.

"if it helps, the cat was a tortoiseshell."

"how is that supposed to help?!"

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asmodeus.

luck is on his side today, as his walk to your place takes him right past the shopping district.

it may have also taken him inside a few stores.

meanwhile, you lounge around at home, blissfully unaware.

that is, until lucifer calls you with much urgency in his voice, saying "MC, please tell me asmodeus is with you."

your neighbours can hear you screaming from the inside of your car as you pull out of your driveway.

a part of you is grateful that it's asmodeus at the mall; although he spends, he's not quite as bad as his older brother.

when you finally find the demon in the shopping center, you grab hold of his scarf, dragging him and his bags towards your car.

"MC, wait! i haven't bought a good lip tint for you yet!"

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beelzebub.

unlike most of his brothers, beel makes it his priority to call you first thing upon arrival.

his second priority is to find the shop where that delicious smell is coming from.

"beel, do NOT move from where you are, or i swear i will call lucifer and have him drag you back to hell himself."

you're glad the shopping and food square is walking (sprinting) distance from your place.

in your panicked rush, you leave your front door wide open, leaving your neighbours to wonder what you're up to this time.

it's a good thing the avatar of gluttony is so tall; you find his orange head standing close to the decorative water fountain in the middle of the square.

"oh, MC. you must be hungry after running like that."

you can only plant your hands on your knees while catching your breath, and beel waits patiently for your approval to go grab a snack.

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belphegor.

does not call or text you when he heads up to the human world.

you're most likely to come home to him already knocked out cold on your couch.

belphie is a quiet sleeper, so it takes you a few minutes to actually realize that he's there.

when you do realize that he's there, you unwillingly release a yelp, waking up the sloth demon.

belphie's expression shifts from a glare to a smile when he remembers he's in your house and not the house of lamentation.

"welcome home," he mumbles sleepily, stretching his limbs out one by one.

"belphie, how many times do i have to tell you to text me before you come over?"

he shrugs in response, instead dragging you onto the couch for a well deserved nap with him.

a/n: praying that my demon bro bias does not glare anyone in the face with these headcanons. i'm soft for all of them, i swear.

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #aris writes 🐈‍⬛#aris headcanons 🐈‍⬛#otome

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la-petite-lapin · 11 months ago

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Double the Love | Part Two

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x female civilian!OC Word Count: 2.9k Series warnings (may change between chapters): 18+, Minors DNI, angst, mentions of death, mentions of violence, mentions of poor mental health, injury description, eventual explicit sexual content, polyamory, M/M/F, FMC is bad at feelings

They finally meet

One year later...

The message comes out of the blue. The first time I've heard from John Price in a whole month, and it's a fucking text message.

I'm watching TV, curled up in a ball on the sofa next to my best friend and flatmate Winslow "Winnie" Sloane, when my phone pings. I think about ignoring it until I catch a glimpse of his name. It's an unspoken rule between the two of us - we never knowingly ignore one another. Obviously, he can't reply to my messages when he's on ops, but that's different - that's not wilful.

I pick it up without hesitation and take a look.

JOHN PRICE: Tali, I need a favour. It's urgent.

My heart drops.

TALIA KELLER: What's happened? JOHN PRICE: Call me. I'll explain.

So, I do. I tap Winnie on the shoulder and rise up to my feet, shuffling off to my bedroom so I don't disturb her episode of Slow Horses. When I'm safely shut behind my bedroom door, I tap on the call button, dreading what's awaiting me on the other end of the line.

"John?" my voice is full of nerves as the call connects, echoing slightly around the room.

"God am I glad to hear your voice, Tali." He sounds haggard, his own voice tired and hollow. It's not hard to tell that he's fresh off an op. I can already imagine how drained he looks; can picture the dark circles shading his eyes and his scruffy too-long beard.

Sometimes, when I'm feeling particularly brave, I try to talk him into leaving the service. I think about Alex and his death, and I hate that John still knowingly puts himself in harm's way day and night. He's the only serving soldier I know now - I never met any of the other members of their unit - and I desperately wish that he'll retire soon.

"How are you?" he follows up, voice puncturing through my thoughts.

"I'm okay. At home with Winnie. How's Marcella?"

A soft sigh leaves him at the mention of his long-suffering wife. I wonder if he's even had a chance to see her yet. "Last we spoke, she was perfectly fine. Misses you though. You need to come over for dinner soon."

An easy laugh leaves me. Winnie and John aren't the only ones who've been supporting me since Alex died. John's wife Marcie has been there every step of the way too, helping me through rough patches whenever John is away on deployments. And Winnie's never been anything but kind and understanding - it's not in her nature to be anything but.

"Soon," I mumble in agreement. There's a sound on the other end of the line in the background, a murmured snippet of conversation and a drawn-out groan followed by a soft shut up. "Not alone?"

"Got some company," John admits. "Speaking of... does Winslow still have that big trip coming up?"

My palms slick with sweat. Yes. Yes, she does.

Ever since her big promotion six months ago, Winnie's job now involves a lot more travelling than it used to. And - because of that - in three days' time, she'll be in France, starting a month-long assignment helping a struggling marketing firm in Paris.

And I'll be alone.

It doesn't bother me as much as it used to, but I've always had this thing about being alone. It's part of the reason why I live with Winnie; why I've been seeing a therapist since I was sixteen; why I struggle to have normalcy. My current therapist thinks that it's a form of abandonment issues from being orphaned at a young age, which has led to my inability to maintain stable relationships. The therapist before that thought it was something completely different; that I seek to form attachments but wilfully don't, self-sabotaging and creating my own permanent sense of loneliness. But, my point is, I don't react anywhere near as badly to it as I did when I was a kid.

I still remember when I was fifteen and Alex left for his first deployment. I was still living with our maternal grandmother at the time, and I completely shut down. I holed up in my room for almost a whole month, refusing to speak and barely eating or sleeping. I could hardly function for worrying about him...

"Tali?"

I snap out of it. "Sorry. Yes."

"Could you... could I possibly bring some of my guys to your apartment? Just while Winslow is away. Our safehouse in the area has been taken out of action and we need somewhere to lay low for a little while."

My guys. The unit.

"What about your place?" My brow furrows. Surely Marcella wouldn't mind a few guests. She's calm and motherly and takes great pride in hosting. I'm sure she'd be in the element with them.

John clears his throat awkwardly. "Not an option. They don't know."

Ah. The brave, almighty Captain John Price still hasn't told his team that he's married. Typical.

I roll my eyes. "Okay. I hope you know that we're coming back to that later." A beat of silence passes. "How many people are we talking, John? Because it's a two-bedroom flat in London. It's spacious but it's hardly the Tardis."

He snorts out a dry laugh. "Only two. One of the lads is local so he's got family around here he can stay with. And there's some stuff I've got to get done, so I'll be hopping from base to base."

"Where are they going to sleep? Are they going to mind sharing a bed? Because the sofa is comfortable, but I know how you army guys are built..."

There's an awkward silence on Price's end as I hear him shifting around. It takes me a second to realise that he's covering his mouth against his phone's microphone. "Yeah... that's, um- that won't be an issue for them."

Oh.

"Okay. Cool. I'll take them."

I wince. Why the fuck did I say cool? Of all the ways that I could respond and I choose that. Way to go, Tali.

"Are you sure that you're okay with this, Tali?" Price asks, his voice soft and encouraging. "If you aren’t, we can find something else-"

"Price, I'll take them in. Winnie leaves on Tuesday morning, so just have them swing by around then, okay?"

Favour asked and questions answered, we say our goodbyes and hang up. It takes me a second to gather my thoughts before padding back into the living room. The moment I step through the hallway, Winslow pauses the TV, angling her head up to look at me. A cloud of black curly hair frames her beautiful face, dark eyes wide and expectant. "Is John back home?"

I wince, getting ready to launch into an explanation. "Not quite."

Tuesday morning rolls around all too soon. By 9 a.m. I'm sitting cross-legged on the foot of Winnie's bed as she packs up her stuff. I can't help but feel a pang of anxiety strike deep in my chest.

"Are you sure that you're gonna be okay?" Winnie asks, almost like she can read my mind.

I meet her dark, knowing gaze and offer her a smile. "Winnie, I'll be fine. You don't need to worry about me. If I need anything, I can call Marcella."

She smiles, running a hand through her freshly braided hair. The pearls attached to some strands clink together softly. "Okay. Good. But you've got to call me once a week at least, okay?" Before I can reassure her that I will, she adds, "And you've got to text me every day."

"Winslow, I will. Stop stressing, please."

A moment of easy silence passes before the laughter starts. Both of us crack up, her eyes finding mine and holding my gaze.

Once we've both calmed down, I take a closer look at her cases. She's packing almost everything she owns. It's a sight that worries me, so I look away, deciding to look out of the window instead.

A loud, firm knock on the front door saves me just as Winnie is packing up her last suitcase. We exchange a look before I'm up on my feet, scrambling to answer it. I can't lie, I'm curious to meet John's friends. But I'm also sad. Because there's a strong possibility that they knew Alex too. That they were with him when he died.

When I open the door, there's two men standing in the hallway, just like John said there would be. The first has short brown hair styled into a mohawk, the sides cropped close to his scalp but the top and back left longer. He's broad-chested, muscular too; built like a grizzly bear. And, even though his complexion has a slightly pallid hue under the overhead lights, it's not hard to imagine that he's usually quite tan.

And then there's his friend. Standing next to the grizzly bear and at least half-a-foot taller than him, he has the expression of a man who wants to break me apart with his bare hands just to see what's inside. I fight to meet his intense gaze, taking catalogue of the features visible under the dark hood of his black sweatshirt. His eyes are hazel - I think - skin tanned from what I'd assume are long hours spent out in the sun, and I can't quite make out his hair colour. He's equally if not more muscular than his friendlier-looking counterpart. My eyes trail down to his mouth, drawn to the scar bisecting his bottom lip. It doesn't draw away from his attractiveness though; just adds to the sense of rugged charm that I'm getting from him.

Not that it should matter. It doesn't. They're here because they need help; not because they want to be ogled by a complete stranger.

"Are you John's friends?" I ask stupidly, as if they could be anyone else.

The grizzly bear nods. "Aye. And you are?"

Scottish. Nice. I've always loved the accent, but his is even better. There's a humour there; something uniquely his. It makes me want to keep him talking just so I can hear it more.

"Tali." I step back so that they can come inside. They hesitate for a second before following me into the living room, the tall, silent one closing the door behind him with a soft click. "Also John's friend."

The grizzly bear plops straight down onto the couch, stretching out with no hesitation and making himself at home. His arms drape over the backrest, a lazy grin forming on his lips as he watches me take a seat on my armchair. The tall one gives him a reprimanding look, hovering beside the window behind him. His light eyes are always alert; darting around the room like something's going to jump out at any second.

"You army?" he asks, expression wary. His voice is all gravel with a Manchester accent.

I offer him a small smile. "Nope." I don't think anyone could mistake me for a soldier. I'm small - short and slender - and skittish at the best of times. "So... what should I call you?"

Hazel eyes narrow at me. "Ghost."

The grizzly bear rolls his eyes dramatically, offering me a wide, disarming grin. It's blatantly obvious that he's overcompensating for him. "Callsign is Soap, but a pretty lass like you can call me Johnny."

My heart flutters.

It takes a second to remember what John had said on the phone. Sharing a bed won't be an issue for them. The awkward, implying tone he'd said it in. In other words, neither of them are meant for me.

Ghost eases away from the window to stand just behind the sofa, drawing closer to Johnny. Johnny, on the other hand, moves so that he's leaning forward, elbows braced on his knees as he cocks his head at me. "A friend of Captain Price, are ye?"

I nod softly. "Yes."

"Funny that," Ghost barks, tilting his head to one side. "He's never mentioned you." Thinly veiled suspicion drifts off of him in waves, and it makes me feel endlessly uncomfortable. His harsh gaze melts through my skin and bones, boring deep into my soul.

I shift in my seat. "He never mentioned either of you to me, so I don't think that counts for much."

Johnny lets out a loud laugh. "I think I'm gonna like ye, Tali. Not many people talk back to 'im."

It's in that moment - as I'm silently praying for the floor to open up and swallow me whole - that Winnie steps out of her room, suitcases in tow. She walks into the living room, depositing them by the front door before coming over to introduce herself, a sceptical look on her face.

She levels Ghost with an icy glare, not looking away from him as she asks me, "Everything all okay here, Tali?"

"Yeah, it's alright Winnie." I gesture to each of John's friends in turn. "Winnie, this is Johnny." He raises his hand and waves, still grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "And that is Ghost." I point to looming, ominous figure behind him.

"Ghost?" she repeats slowly. I nod. "Okay, well I'm leaving now. Tali, I love you and I'll miss you. Remember to call me." She bends at the waist to hug me, wrapping me up in her warm, vanilla-scented embrace. As she straightens, she glares at each of the men in turn. "And you two - don't give her any shit. If I find out you've made her feel uncomfortable even once, not even John will be able to save you. Got it?"

Johnny stares up at my friend, mystified. His blue eyes are bright as he nods. "Don't worry. We won't be any trouble."

Winnie turns back to face me. "Right, I've got to go or I'll miss my ride to the airport. I'll be back before you even know I'm gone, okay?"

"I know," I say, my voice soft. "I love you. Be safe and text me when you land."

With a nod, Winnie presses a gentle kiss to the top of my head then gets her last few bits together. And then she leaves. Leaving me alone with two complete strangers. Yay.

"So," I grumble, struggling against the urge to shy away from their intense gazes in the safety of my room, "do you want to see where you'll be staying?"

Later that night, the three of us gather in the living room to watch TV.

The guys didn't have much to unpack. They travelled light so I'm going to have to go shopping sometime soon to buy them some essentials; more clothes and toiletries. Definitely food too. If dinner tonight was any indication, they eat a lot.

I'm curled up in my armchair again, watching something that Johnny chose on Netflix. Every once and a while, I glance across at them. Ghost is sitting upright, legs stretched out in front of him. His legs are so long that his feet are tucked under the coffee table. And then there's Johnny. He's laying on his side on the sofa, his head resting on Ghost's muscular thighs. Every now and then, Ghost's hand runs down the length of Johnny's side, stroking him in soothing, rhythmic motions.

Looking at them, I can't help but feel a sense of longing. Jealousy that they're together and obviously quite happy. That they're comfortable enough around one another for these subconscious displays of affection.

I'll never have that. It's something that I've come to accept. I'm twenty-five now and I've never had a serious relationship. I don't even think I want one. For a period of time in my late teens, I thought that I might be aro-ace, but over time I've gathered that I do feel romantic and sexual attraction. It's just different.

The sad truth is that I don't trust anyone enough to believe that they'd stay with me. Love me. Make me feel safe enough for displays of casual affection. There would always be that looming sense of dread that they'd leave me sooner or later.

In my head, I've justified it. If I don't get into relationships, no one can leave me. Alex's death all but solidified that for me.

The rom-com Johnny picked out gets to a comedic scene - a naked beach fight - and he starts to chuckle. I join him and I swear even Ghost lets out a little snort. We're all laughing until...

"Fuck. Johnny, you're bleeding."

My heart crawls up into my throat. My eyes snap across to them, blatantly looking now. The white t-shirt Johnny is wearing is plastered to his side, a red patch seeping through the fabric, spreading across his ribs.

He sits upright, holding it with one large hand. "Ah fuck. Didn't get any on the sofa, did ah'?"

"Fuck the sofa," I splutter out in a panic. "Are you okay? Why are you bleeding? Should I call an ambulance?"

Johnny looks back at me with a quizzical expression while Ghost just sighs, standing up. He walks towards the bedrooms at an unhurried pace, stopping along the way to press a chaste kiss to Johnny's forehead, placing a loving hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, darling, I'll get the bag." Hazel eyes swing towards me, where I'm still panicking in my armchair. "His dressing just needs changing, and I'll check his stitches. He's fine, love."

I ease back into my seat, heat rushing to my cheeks. "Oh."

Ghost leaves the room, heading into my bedroom to get the aforementioned bag. I've decided to give them my room for the duration of their stay because it has an en-suite. It eliminates the risk of me accidentally stumbling in on them in the shared bathroom that doesn't have a working lock. Overall, it's safer for everyone that I'm staying in Winnie's room.

Feeling more than a little foolish for my outburst, I offer Johnny a weak smile. "I'm going to go to bed now. Goodnight, Johnny."

"Ye sure?" he asks, blue eyes tinted with a hint of... something. Maybe disappointment? I don't know. "The movie isn't over yet. You seemed like ye were enjoying it." His brow furrows. "We could watch something else."

"I'm sure. It's fine; I'm just tired. We can watch another movie tomorrow night if you want."

His eyes light up at that. "Yeah, sounds perfect."

I'm back in Winnie's room by the time Ghost leaves mine. I can hear his footsteps padding down the hallway. Hear their muffled conversation and muted laughter.

As I fall asleep, I can't help but feel a different kind of loneliness. And, as I drift off, my heart aches for what Ghost and Johnny have.

a/n: guess who's back! so Tali has finally met the boys :) sorry if this part is a little short, just wanted to get something out in time for christmas for you guys - merry christmas and take care of yourselves, lapetitelapin

#cod #fanfic #ghoap x reader #ghost x reader x soap #simon “ghost” riley x reader #soap x reader #callofduty #cod fanfic #cod x reader #ghost x reader #female reader #romance #angst #poly #johnny mactavish #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #johnny x reader x simon #double the love

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cowgurrrl · 2 years ago

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Kiwi

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: as I was writing this, I proclaimed in the most southern accent, “now we’re cookin’ with peanut oil!” so do that with that

Summary: Joel goes home for a month. You stay in California to work. What could possibly go wrong? [3.8k]

Warnings: HEAVILY implied casting couch culture, brief allusion to creepy Hollywood producers, yearning, I can’t think of anything else!!

Boarding my flight now.

Thanks for letting me know?

Well, I texted my mama to let her know, and she told me to text "that girlfriend of mine."

Doesn't sound like she's a huge fan.

She'll live.

You like the message and go to put your phone away when it buzzes again.

Is it weird that I kinda miss talking to you?

You smile and ignore your name being called over the intercom for another beat.

There are a lot of weird things about you, Joel Miller, but that one feels the most normal.

Text me when you land in Austin. Tell your mom I said hi.

You tuck your phone away, fighting the stupid smile on your face, and look up to see a pissed-off PA walking towards you. You apologize and half jog to the sound stage where Ryan is waiting.

"The perfect punctual queen is late for once? Is the world going to shit?" He asks, and you slap his arm.

"People are allowed to be late."

"Does your lateness have anything to do with your boy toy?"

"Are you ever gonna call him by his name?" You ask. He senses that you're stalling his question and take a deep breath. "Joel is flying home to Texas today to visit family and get some work done. He'll be gone for a month."

"Oh, how will you ever survive?" He pouts, and you give him a look. The director calling for places stops you from responding, but you threaten him with the promise of picking up the conversation later.

You don't ever get to tell him off for suggesting that you can't live without Joel being in the same state because of how late shooting goes. It might've been exhaustion, but you swore that you saw the sun starting to rise over the horizon by the time you finally got to leave. You knocked out a good chunk of the scenes you were still working on, which is great news, but you were mentally and physically drained. You slept most of the next day and missed Joel's messages from one whole time zone away.

Landed.

Jesus Christ, I forgot how hot it is here.

My mama told me to ask you if you go to church since she doesn't believe me.

Attached: Two photos

You laugh as you sleepily scroll through his texts when you wake up mid-afternoon, feeling a little bit better from your long night. One of the pictures he sent is of him sitting in the cab of an old truck with the caption, "This was my first car. I can't convince my dad to sell the damn thing." The second is a blurry photo of a blue-looking weed on the side of the road surrounded by what looks like thousands of other blue weeds. "Turns out the state flower will literally grow anywhere besides in a pot in my house."

A) I'm glad you made it in safely. B) Isn't Texas the armpit of the South? C) I don't go to church, and I never have, but please feel free to lie to her. D) I can imagine a young, emo Joel Miller driving it now.

He reads your messages almost as soon as they deliver, and your screen lights up with his initials as he calls you. You yawn as you pick up and hear chatter in the background of wherever he is.

"First of all," he starts in a determined tone. "Texas ain't the armpit of the South. That's South Carolina." He says. He hasn't even been in Texas for forty-eight hours, and his accent is already thick again.

"My mistake," you laugh. "Did you have another point, or was that it?"

"Second of all, why d'you sound so tired?"

"Obviously, I was out partying with strange men all night."

"Really?" He asks, and you scoff.

"No, Joel. Filming went really late yesterday. I don't think I got home until six this morning."

"Sounds intense."

"Not as intense as being interrogated by your mother," you say, and he hums. You hear someone laughing in the background and relish in the joy that you're not there to witness. He doesn't say anything for a minute, and you wonder if the line dropped, but when you pull the phone away from your face, you see the call is still active. "You really miss me so much that you called me just to sit on the line?"

"Maybe I did." He says. You take a deep breath and glance at the clock on your bedside table. He's two hours ahead. The sun must be setting by now, casting gorgeous rays onto his skin and making his eyes look amber. You wonder what Texas air does to Joel's soul. Maybe it soothes him like only an old baby blanket can. Maybe it makes him jumpy, like he's waiting for a clap of thunder that never comes. Maybe it makes him wonder why he left in the first place. You wish you could be there to read his expression and try to decipher what he's thinking. Someone calls Joel's name in the background, and you hear him shuffle with the phone, probably covering the microphone with his hand because the voices become muffled. When the phone comes back to his ear, he takes a deep breath, and you do the same. "I gotta go. Can I call you tomorrow?" He asks.

"I'm counting on it, Miller." You say, and he laughs before mumbling a good night and hanging up the phone.

After that, it becomes a habit for Joel to call you every day from Texas. He'll tell you different stories about his parents, how Austin has changed since he left, and update you on how the newest album is coming. He listens to you rant about work, how tired you are, and how frustrated you always get toward the end of a project. Sometimes the conversations last ten minutes, and sometimes they last hours. One night, you fell asleep on the phone with him because he was trying to get your opinion on a new song, but you had spent the day filming the scene of your character giving birth, which was tiring in its own right. He doesn't chide you for it. He just sends you a goodnight text and promises to call you the following night.

You hate to admit it, but production speeds up with Joel out of town. You end up wrapping your scenes a week early while Ryan still has another couple of days of filming his scenes. You'll probably get called back in for reshoots in a few months, but you feel really good about the work you put out there, and you finally get the chance to rest before Melanie sends you more scripts to read over. You send Joel a photo of your open laptop and a glass of wine next to it as the California sun sets over your balcony.

Wrap parties are looking different as I get older.

Don't worry. I'm sure you'll still be a drunk, no matter how old.

Asshole.

Lashing out is the first sign of a bigger problem. I think I should call Melanie.

You laugh and search for the middle finger emoji when he sends you another text.

Paul got me on the list for some charity event this Saturday. Want to come with me? He said it'd probably be better to get some more dates in sooner rather than later.

The reminder that this is all fake shifts your entire mood. Of course, it's always lingering in your mind, but the texting didn't feel fake. The late-night calls didn't feel fake. He didn't feel fake. In fact, this is the first time you feel like you have a sliver of an idea as to who Joel Miller actually is when he isn't selling out world tours and recording platinum albums. It's stupid for you to feel this way. You have no reason to. No right. You take a deep breath and type out a message.

Sure.

On Friday, you drive to the airport to pick Joel up, creating an over-the-top scene of you running and jumping into his arms. His hat falls off his head and onto the ground as he catches you and kisses you sweetly. When he sets you back on the ground, he doesn't let you go right away. He lingers in your arms, and even though your feelings are still hurt and you're still trying to remind yourself that this is all fake, you let him. He smells like a detergent you don't recognize, but underneath that, you catch a whiff of the cologne he always wears. You rub his back as you hold him in the middle of the airport.

"'S really good to see your face," he says into your neck, and you nod.

"You too."

As you drive him home, he brings you up to speed on how the album is coming along and how different Texas was when he was there. You tell him about the last few days on set and an upcoming press junket in New York City. He lights up when you tell him the dates as you maneuver through LA traffic.

"I'm scheduled to go to New York to work with my sound mixer that same time. He's got his own studio out there now and knows more about it than I do," he says. "Maybe we can fly together? Make it look like a couple's trip?"

"Sure," you say. He furrows his eyebrows at your lack of excitement, and you scramble for something else to talk about. "How are your parents?" You ask. The rest of the ride to his house goes off without a hitch, and he kisses you again as he gets out of the car, both of you highly aware of the car full of paparazzi that's been tailing you since you left the airport. He promises to pick you up at five the following night, and you just nod. When you get home, you walk calmly into your house, lock the door, and scream.

Joel's hand is in yours as you wait for your turn to walk the carpet. You're not sure why there's a red carpet at a charity event, but you're not about to throw a fit about it. Joel is wearing a sleek black suit, and you're matching with a long black dress. It's a low-cut backless dress, and a sparkly necklace your stylist picked out rests against your sternum. Joel taps your hand, and you look at him.

"You okay?" He asks. He looks worried as he steps between you and the wall of photographers waiting for you to stand and pose perfectly for their photos. "You've been quiet the past few days."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired. I think I'm still recovering from that last week of filming."

"Are you sure you're not gettin' sick?" He asks, raising his other hand to your cheeks like he's checking your temperature. You smile half-heartedly and swat his hand away.

"I'm sure," you say. He tries to say more, but someone with a clipboard gets your attention and asks if you're ready. You nod and step onto the carpet, holding Joel's hand. The press erupts into a cloud of noise, startling you and making Joel laugh. You slap his chest and plaster on your rehearsed smile. You do your best to look where all the photographers are yelling at you to look and try different poses so they can get what they need. Everyone has to make a living, you suppose. You just wish their salary wasn't at the expense of your privacy.

You get halfway down the carpet, taking pictures as a couple and some solo shots, before one of the photographers yells a new command. "Can we get a kiss?" He shouts. You pretend not to hear him and show off how the dress dips down your back, hugging you in all the right places. Still, the photographer is demanding a kiss, and now others have joined in too. It feels very "dance, monkey, dance," but you do your best to grit your teeth and smile. You catch Joel staring at you when you turn. It could be the flashing bulbs of cameras or how he's looking at you, but his eyes are sparkling, and the creases in the corners make you melt just a little.

You hold out your hand for him to join you, which he happily obliges, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close enough for him to kiss your temple. "You alright?" He asks against your skin as you rest a hand on his chest and look up at him. You nod and glance between his eyes and his lips. The chorus of people practically begging for a picture of you two kissing is growing, and you raise your eyebrows at him.

"You gonna keep them waiting, or are you gonna kiss me?" You ask, the playful lilt reserved for him returning to your voice. He gives you a look and smirks before leaning down a pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. Everyone ooh's and aw's at you two, but you only care about how fast his heartbeat is against your palm. You want to blame it on the anxiety of walking the carpet and having people scream at you to do whatever they want. No, you have to blame it on that. There's no other option.

When you finally get inside, Joel gets you a glass of wine and a mixed drink for himself. The event is sweet and goes by quickly as you listen to people talk about something they're so passionate about. You decide to donate some money under an anonymous name once you are all excused to the reception, where there's food, more alcohol, and dancing. Joel leaves your side to catch up with some musician buddies, kissing your cheek before disappearing into the crowd.

You nurse your wine as people you've never met start conversations with you. They're all polite and ask about your newest project, how LA's been treating you, and what's up next for you. You can't reveal much due to the NDA you signed at the beginning of shooting, but you tell them how excited you are for them to be able to see it and admit you've got some auditions lined up in the coming weeks. You've probably given the same answers to a handful of different people when you realize you're out of wine and Joel is still missing. You scan the room for him, but you can't find him. That's fine, you think. It's not like he's obligated to stick to my side at all times. He can have his own life.

You sigh as you belly up to the bar and order another glass of wine. You almost make it a double when someone taps your arm, making you turn. "I don't mean to interrupt, but you look exquisite tonight. I just thought you should know," ultra-famous producer Richard Pike tells you. You blink at him, your brain struggling to catch up with the fact that one of the men who's made the most award-winning films in the past twenty years just noticed you. "I know everyone has probably told you that tonight, but-"

"Oh, no. Thank you. I'm sorry. I was just a little starstruck right then," you apologize before holding your hand out to introduce yourself. He takes your hand and kisses the top of it. It's very dramatic, but this is Hollywood we're talking about. Your glass of wine arrives, and he pays the bartender before you can even reach for your purse.

"Women as gorgeous as you should never have to pay for a drink. Ever." He says, and you laugh.

"I mean, I won't argue with you on that," you say, taking your glass in your hand to clink it against his glass of scotch. "Thank you, Mr. Pike."

"Please, call me Richard," he insists. "You just finished another movie, didn't you? You're a very busy girl."

"Yes, sir. I'm already looking for new projects to audition for."

"Oh, I remember when I had actors audition. See, that was before I started writing roles for specific actors. Some people call that crude or playing favorites, but it hasn't failed me yet."

"No, sir, it hasn't."

"So formal! Yes, sir! No, sir! Are you like this with everyone?" He asks as he takes a big swig of his drink.

"Just people who can cast me," you say. You're partially joking, but it's enough for him. He laughs, and his hand lands perfectly on your exposed back as he cackles loudly. You force yourself to laugh along with him and suddenly get that sinking feeling in your chest. Everybody seems to strategically look away from you two at the bar, and you want to be anywhere but here.

"You know, I've seen a few of your movies," he says, getting close to your face like he's telling you a secret. "I think you've got a lot of potential. With just a little coaching and one great role," his hand dips lower down your back, and you freeze. Ice water runs through your veins, and everything is screaming at you to run away, but your heels stay planted against the expensive hardwood. "We'll make an Oscar winner of you yet."

"Excuse me," a familiar drawl says behind you. You both turn and make eye contact with Joel. "May I steal my girlfriend for a dance? I promised her one on the way over." He asks, but he's already wrapping an arm around your waist, ready to pull you away. The hand on your back disappears and claps Joel on the shoulder.

"Of course! You take good care of this one!"

"Yes, sir," Joel says as he pulls you to the dance floor. Your heart is still beating in your throat, and you feel like you could cry, but Joel's looking at you with such kindness. You find safety in him as you wrap your arms around his neck and slowly sway with him, the soft material of his dress shirt calming you down. He waits until Pike is out of earshot to lean down to talk in your ear. "Now, I know you don't need me savin' you like that. Are you sure you're okay?"

"He's one of the biggest producers in Hollywood. He could tank my career in a single email. You want to be the one to yell at him?" You ask. "If I said or did something, he would've doubled down, but he respects you more. He backed off because, in his mind, I belong to you."

"How do you know?"

"I've dealt with people like him before. They're all the same old men who think they can offer you a legacy on a silver platter if you fuck them. I've gotten enough advice from other actors to know how to handle them. Let them get touchy but find an out before it can go too far. Stroke their egos so they feel good about themselves. Basically, do whatever to keep you and your career safe."

"I thought stuff like that didn't happen anymore."

"You and everyone else in the world. Things don't just magically change because one guy goes to jail." You sigh.

"I'm sorry," he says, and you shake your head.

"It's fine."

"No, it's not. You shouldn't have to deal with that."

"It was one of the first things people told me when I started. They said it was something I might just have to… endure but that the weight would get easier to carry. One actress even told me that it was the price we have to pay because everyone wants to be us," you chuckle. He doesn't interrupt you; he just stares at you with apologetic eyes like he would take this burden from you if he could. You almost believe him. "I don't think that's true. I think most people would hand this lifestyle in the second it got too real."

"What would you do if you weren't an actor?" He asks, and you shrug.

"I always thought about being a teacher. Sure, the pay is shit, and the work is thankless, but kids are our future, you know? There's something really special about shaping young minds."

"Sounds nice."

"What about you? What would you do if you weren't doing this?"

"Probably something with my hands. I worked as a mechanic for a while, and I really liked that. I liked how it was a big puzzle that needed to get sorted out and fixed up."

"Why'd you stop?" You ask.

"I needed to grow up. My dad owned a contracting company, so I worked with him until I saved up enough to record my first album. And that was that."

"It's crazy how we fought so hard to get to where we are, and now that we're here, it's..." You trail off, trying to figure out what you want to say.

"Terrifying?" He suggests, and you nod. "Yeah, I'm terrified every second of every day."

"You don't act like it."

"I don't act like a lot of things that I should," he says. He stares at you so intently that the rest of the world fades away. You don't hear the song die down or the applause erupt around you as the band takes a bow. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest. You know how crazed it is. He wets his lips before stepping back and trailing his eyes down your dress and back up to your face like he's taking you in for the first time. "You really do look beautiful tonight." You swallow around the lump in your throat and smooth your hands down your dress, suddenly self-conscious.

"Thank you." You mumble.

Pictures of you two kissing on the carpet and dancing inside are circulating online before you even leave the event. You wake up to a huge batch of texts— one from your mom, two from Joel, six from Ryan, and one from Melanie about your trip to New York that you barely read. You would've stayed in bed wallowing in your own bad luck if there wasn't a sharp knock on your door. You groan the whole way down the stairs like it will help you greet whoever has decided to show up at your house at eight in the morning, but nobody's there when you open the door.

Instead, a bouquet of flowers in a lovely vase sits on your mat with a note sticking out. You glance down your street and barely catch a delivery truck turning down the block. You carefully take the flowers into your kitchen before plucking the note between the petals.

Pretty flowers for a pretty girl - JM

(PS bought these of my own volition)

"Goddammit," you mutter under your breath as you think about his lips on yours, his soft shirt, and his stupid fucking, "I don't act like a lot of things I should."

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take-taker-taken · 11 months ago

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hey there, "first time asker" is back! i'm so glad i that i was able to inspire something last time:).

i recently had another idea: so it would be shawn x taker again (i'm sorry i just love these two so much). this time a little more explicit? so taker is usually very dominant and a big fan of tying shawn up. this time tho, shawn wants to tie him up for a change and taker agrees. but we all know that shawn is the biggest tease known to man(kind sorry i couldn't resist). taker then loses his patience. but we all know that he is somewhat of a supernatural being, so he manages to undo the restraints without shawn noticing. now its time for taker to reverse the roles and have his way with shawn.

again any era you want and if you want to add or remove something go ahead. hope your cold is gone by now :)

Hellooooo, second time asker! Here is your fic - sorry that it took me so long and I hope it hits the spot! Feel free to picture whichever era you most prefer!

Give & Take - Interrupted

Shawn pounces on Taker right after he walks in the door, wrapping his arms around the bigger man’s waist and stretching up for a kiss that very quickly becomes heated.

“Someone’s keen,” he comments when Shawn finally lets him up for air.

“Well, if you will insist on sending me suggestive texts in the middle of the afternoon…” Shawn says with a smile.

“Suggestive? It was a few little pictures, that’s all.” Despite his flippant reply, Taker’s hands slide down to cup Shawn’s pert ass.

“They’re called emojis,” Shawn says, planting a lazy kiss on his lover’s neck. “And it was that special one that you use - as you well know.”

Unseen by the blonde who’s still nuzzling at his throat, Taker smiles. “Yeah, OK - you got me. I’m a bad man.”

Shawn leans back so that he can look Taker in the eye. “Nah. You’re actually very good. But… I don’t suppose…” He trails off and worries at his bottom lip with his teeth.

Even though it’s obvious that Shawn is plotting, the big man takes the bait as he gently lifts his thumb to the blonde’s mouth and frees the lip before it gets hurt. “Don’t suppose that what?” He prompts.

“I was thinking… maybe we could change things up tonight?” He does his best puppy dog eyes when he adds, “And I could be the one to tie you up?”

Taker looks at Shawn for a long minute as though searching for any trace of an attempt at ribbing but all he sees is wide, honest blue eyes. And so he nods.

“Sure, why not?” His cold heart melts a little at the excited smile that appears on Shawn’s face and he can’t help adding, “But I’m not calling you ‘sir’.”

“No. No, that would be weird,” Shawn agrees quickly and then settles into Taker’s arms again happily and makes a soft, contented little sound when Taker leans down and kisses the top of his head.

“Uhh, put your hands up over your head,” Shawn says, eyeing the railings of the headboard and toying with handfuls of rope. Having already had each of his feet bound to the bottom of the bed Taker silently complies, holding loosely on to the rails and Shawn has to take a minute to just drink him in. Sure, he sees his partner naked all the time, but rarely on display like this. Taker is a big guy and the position he’s in right now shows all the definition in his huge arms. Shawn wants to lay down on him with that broad chest as a pillow and sink his teeth into those pecs… and then he realises that he can. Still wearing his jeans, he drapes the length of rope around his neck and crawls on to the bed, straddling Taker’s hips. He leans forward and begins to wind the rope around the bigger man’s wrists - his work isn’t as neat as Taker’s but he’s sure it’ll be just as effective. He wraps and knots it around the railings as best he can and then places his hands on Taker’s chest, splaying his fingers out across the pecs.

“Does it feel OK? Not too tight?” He asks the same thing that Taker always says when their roles are reversed.

The big man raises a dark eyebrow. “It’s fine,” he says. “But then, it’s not like I have regular circulation.”

Shawn gives a small shrug in capitulation and then digs his fingers into Taker’s flesh slightly and wriggles backwards. His gaze leaves the green eyes and roves across the broad chest below him and then he does it - he dips his head and mouths at the big man’s left pec just above the nipple before gently biting down.

Taker lets out a breathy moan the sort of which he’s never heard him make before and Shawn looks up in surprise.

“You like that?” He tries to keep his tone in check and sound more confident than questioning.

“Yeah,” Taker replies, his voice sounding a little strained. “I like it just fine.”

Shawn understands his stoic lover well enough to know that liking something ‘just fine’ actually translates as, ‘give me more of that right now’. He briefly considers making Taker ask him to do it again but decides against it as while that’s exactly the kind of thing the big man would do to him, he has a feeling it would just send his partner retreating into his shell. So instead, he dips back down and bites again - harder this time, to the point of leaving teethmarks. He’s rewarded with another moan and so he begins to devour Taker’s chest like a starving man, licking and biting his way across it.

By the time he sits back up Taker’s eyes are closed, he’s breathing rapidly and his skin is pink and covered with marks. Also, his dick is as hard as a rock, which Shawn notices when his ass bumps against it and he smirks a little.

“Guess you really liked it, huh?”

Taker’s eyes snap open and Shawn startles as he notices that the other man’s pupils are blown so wide, his eyes look nearly black.

“Enough teasing now.” Taker flexes his arms and stares hungrily at the blonde wriggling on his lap. “You got it like that, so now you can take care of it.”

“All in good time,” Shawn replies, with a cheeky wink as he shuffles backwards. He wriggles his jeans and boxers off and then lays down on his stomach between Taker’s legs in order to be properly on a level with ‘it’. He rests his chin on his hands as he takes some time to admire the delectable treat in front of him, while his partner stares impatiently down the line of his body, glaring at the smug blonde.

Shawn reaches out and wraps his hand around the base, guiding the column towards him before sticking his tongue out and licking steadily from root to tip. He presses his tongue hard against the flesh, feeling it track over the thick vein while at the same time feeling Taker’s thighs tense beneath his hand. He’s sure that he hears a creak from the head of the bed.

In a bid to quell any sense of mutiny from above, he takes the spongy head into his mouth and sucks hard which automatically causes the bigger man to thrust upwards, chasing the pressure. Shawn merely moves with him and continues to tease, curling his tongue around to tickle at the frenulum as a muffled growl is heard from above.

“I told you enough teasing,” Taker’s words come from between gritted teeth. “Take it down your throat.”

“I told you all in good time,” Shawn counters, emboldened by the safety of distance. “I wanna play a little first, and then I’ll slide right down on it.”

“I’ll remember this,” Taker grumbles, flexing his fingers.

Shawn dips his head to hide a smile. “I’m counting on that,” he answers and then noses at Taker’s balls before licking and nipping at the sac while he reaches up with his right hand to slowly jack the now weeping erection. This earns a few sharp intakes of breath as his victim struggles to adjust to the new sensation.

“C’mon, baby…” Taker’s voice is soft now, cajoling. “You know you want to take me all the way…”

Shawn’s head pops back up in almost comic fashion but the smirk on his face is predatory. His expression matches his actions as he crawls slowly back up Taker’s body, making sure to let his muscled abs drag against the bigger man’s dick on the way.

Taker closes his eyes against the insanely erotic sight of his lover advancing upon him and presses his lips together to prevent any kind of sound escaping. He knows that he shouldn’t do what he’s currently considering… That is, using his powers in the bedroom, right now… it wouldn’t be in the spirit. On the other hand, Shawn has now reached his chest and has begun to bite and suck on his left nipple while simultaneously pinching his right. Unnggh.

Decision made.

It takes Shawn nearly a full minute to realise that something is… not wrong, exactly - just different. He’s laying atop the big man having transferred his attentions from nipples to neck and he’s happily nuzzling away there when the familiar, huge arms wrap around him and a kiss is pressed to the side of his head. The big hands slide down his back and then cup his ass and squeeze before-

Hang on a second!

He scrambles to an upright position, to find Taker’s hands very much no longer tied and a quick glance behind him confirms that while his legs are still spread, his ankles are also free. Taker at least has the good grace to look a bit sheepish and he shrugs awkwardly.

“I got impatient?” He offers as Shawn folds his arms and pouts down at him. “The worst torture was not being able to touch you…”

Shawn can’t get mad - he’s still feeling a little high from the dose of power that he was given and so he leans down and kisses Taker gently.

“Well, now you can touch all you want.”

Taker raises a hand to hold the back of Shawn’s head as he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into the blonde’s mouth as the smaller man whimpers his submission. As soon as he breaks the kiss, he rolls them in one movement so that their positions are reversed and he stares down into bright blue eyes that seem to be begging him to take charge. He pins the slim wrists to the bed and when he feels Shawn push against the hold he tightens his grip and watches with satisfaction as he shudders.

“Wh.. what are you gonna do with me?” Shawn asks, a tremor in his voice that even if it’s only done for effect, goes straight to Taker’s dick.

Taker doesn’t answer at first - just uses his grip on each wrist to push Shawn’s arms out wide and then dares him with a Look to move as he lets go and untangles the rope from the headboard’s rails. He quickly and efficiently completes the ties and then asks Shawn to confirm that nothing is too tight. Comfort established, Taker drifts the tips of his fingers down the blonde’s arms, watching them tense as he reaches that ticklish spot on each armpit before finally replying.

“I’m going to make you beg, boy toy.”

Shawn can’t prevent the low whine that’s a combination of lust and trepidation. Taker smirks at the noise, leans down and proceeds to visit upon Shawn exactly what was done to him. He flicks his tongue over the heaving chest and then sinks his teeth slowly into one perfect pec. He takes time to appreciate how the flesh feels under his bite, increasing the pressure until he’s sure that imprints will be left behind. Shawn’s head thrashes from side to side as the torrent of pain-pleasure is inflicted upon him.

He teases the blonde’s nipples, the very tip of his tongue dancing insistently over the hard little peaks and then turns his attention to Shawn’s neck. He takes a good handful of his lover’s hair and uses it to hold his head back as he kisses and bites his throat. Shawn mewls quietly as he’s devoured, straining at the ropes just to feel the restraint more fully.

“Please,” He gasps out when Taker finally kneels back up, watching him writhe impatiently.

“Please, what?”

Shawn’s dick twitches at the prompt and he swallows before replying, “Please, sir…”

Taker smirks and raises an eyebrow. “Please, sir… what?”

Shawn bunches his hands into fists, knowing that it will make his biceps flex a little. “I want… Can I come, sir?”

Taker laughs quietly and merely shakes his head ‘no’, before shifting forwards and offering his dick up to Shawn’s lips. “Open up, boy toy; let’s put that pretty mouth to good use.”

Shawn’s eyes close as he takes his lover’s erection into his mouth and caresses the underside with his tongue. Taker thrusts gently, letting out a quiet grunt of his own as Shawn’s teeth softly scrape over his flesh. “Look at me,” he commands and his heart swells just a little when the blue eyes flutter open and meet his own. Taker holds on to the top rail of the headboard and slowly fucks Shawn’s mouth for a while - never pushing too far, just enjoying as much as the position allows.

Eventually he withdraws and stands up, making his way to the foot of the bed, trailing his fingertips along Shawn’s torso and down his leg as he goes. He stands and contemplates the gorgeous creature on the bed, all mussed-up hair and whimpers.

“That looks uncomfortable,” Taker says, with a nod towards Shawn’s straining dick. As if performing on cue, a bead of pre-come leaks out of the dark red slit and dribbles down over the head. “Want me to do something with it?”

Shawn nods rapidly. “Yes, sir - please. God, yes!”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Taker drops forward, catching himself on his hands and then leans over to lick up the drip running down the side of Shawn’s dick. The blonde shouts in surprise and Taker has to clamp his hands down on the smaller man’s legs to prevent him from moving too much. Far from backing off at the extreme reaction, Taker instead captures the weeping head in his mouth and swirls his long tongue around it a couple of times before sucking hard, drawing back off it with a pop.

Shawn’s hips thrust up pathetically despite Taker’s hold and he looks confused that all the bigger man has done is make matters worse. “Wha..?”

“Said I’d do something with it. Not get rid of it.” Shawn looks bereft which just makes Taker smile. “Didn’t I say that I’d remember what you did to me just now?” Somewhat defeated, Shawn nods as he grasps the bars of the headboard. He looks so pitiful that Taker decides to progress things and crosses to the bedside cabinet to retrieve the lube. He very deliberately holds Shawn’s gaze as he squeezes some out on to his hand to warm and then steps up close, tapping the nearest thigh as a signal to bend his knees.

He gently pushes a well-lubed finger into Shawn, working it in and out while the blonde lets out the most adorable breathy little moans.

“Like this part, don’t you?”

“L - like all of it, si-ahh!” Shawn’s response is cut off to a gasp as Taker chooses that moment to add a second finger. “God, that feels so good…” He writhes and pulls against the ropes as Taker seeks out that little bundle of nerves and presses insistently. The pleasurable burn as he’s carefully stretched is all-consuming and he begins to feel as though he’ll come from Taker’s fingers alone.

“You look good all spread out like that,” Taker comments. He twists his hand around and gently scissors his fingers inside Shawn’s grasping heat and the smaller man mewls.

“Please… Fuck me sir, please!”

“You sure you’re ready?”

Shawn nods rapidly in response. “Please!” He says again, thrusting his hips up.

Taker has half a mind to make him wait, but truth be told he’s more than ready himself and so he withdraws his fingers and then slathers more lube on to his dick. As a final tease he bites his way along one of Shawn’s thighs and then kneels on the bed, hooking his hands behind the blonde’s knees. He lines up and then pushes slowly in, gritting his teeth against the squeeze and intense heat until he bottoms out. He takes a few moments to adjust and then draws back, the beginning of a torturously slow fuck.

Shawn stares up at the man above him, relishing the feeling of being completely owned as he’s held in position. Sure, the idea of topping had been fun but nothing can beat this, he’s sure of it.

“Faster…” The words slip out unbidden and result in Taker ceasing to move altogether.

“You giving orders now?” He asks with a raised eyebrow and serious expression.

“N - no, sir. I just… so good…” Shawn bites his bottom lip and does his best to look contrite.

“That’s what I thought,” Taker says and starts to move again. He moves his left hand from behind Shawn’s knee and places it loosely about the smaller man’s throat. “Your job is to lay there and take it. What are you?”

The question takes Shawn by surprise and at first he’s not sure what Taker’s looking for so he blinks, swallows and hopes for the best before replying,

“I’m your boy toy, sir.”

A mildly satisfied smirk turns up the corner of Taker’s mouth and he rewards Shawn with a few rapid thrusts to stab against his prostate before returning to the previous slow pace.

“What else?”

Shawn swallows again, his stomach flip-flopping before he closes his eyes with faux-shame and quietly answers, “A slut, sir.”

Taker gives Shawn’s throat a gentle squeeze. “Whose slut?”

Shawn’s eyes fly open, expression mildly panicked as though he’s desperate not to be misunderstood. “Yours - your slut.”

“Damn right,” Taker mutters and again rewards the admission with more rapid thrusts. “What else?”

Shawn lets out a small whimper as the pace backs off again and then looks Taker right in the eyes as with more intensity he says, “Your whore, sir.”

This time the increased speed is maintained and Taker shifts his hand from the slim throat to Shawn’s chest, plucking hard at his nipples.

“One of these days I’m gonna label you up with those names,” he says darkly. “Get a Sharpie out and spend a while marking ‘em out on you.” Shawn’s chest heaves and Taker knows he’s imagining that act taking place and so he goes on. “We’ll go out for dinner, real civilised, but you and me will both know that under your shirt you’re branded with all those dirty names that you love.”

“Fuck… please, sir. Please let me come?”

“You’ll wait ‘til you’re told, boy toy.” Taker puts his hand back behind Shawn’s knee, using it to anchor him in place for more vigorous treatment. He’s close himself but there’s no way he’s going to admit that so soon.

Beneath him Shawn looks down the line of his body at his dripping cock, the head weeping and red and wonders whether he’s capable of obeying.

Returning vaguely to the evening’s apparent theme Taker adds, “Bet you’d let me fuck you in front of the whole locker room, huh? You’d let everyone know that you’re all mine, to do whatever I want with, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes! God, yes, sir - want everyone to know - know that I’m yours!”

“Good boy.” Taker slows the pace but gives several deep thrusts, aiming them to hit Shawn’s prostate and grunts with satisfaction when his moans of pleasure become shouts. “Might even put a collar on you - nice one with a pretty tag that tells everyone who you belong to.”

Shawn squeezes his eyes shut, a thought fleeting through his brain about whether Taker might let him choose the colour. “Please, sir… please… I don’t know if I can… fuck, please!”

Without missing a beat Taker grabs the lube and gets a dose on to his hand before grasping Shawn’s cock and sliding it up and down. Shawn sobs and clings to the bed rail for dear life as he cries out desperately and Taker can’t help but feel some pity.

“Go ahead, boy toy - come for me.”

With a shout of relief Shawn lets go, his release shooting out in an arc as Taker milks him expertly even when the fluttering of his channel triggers the bigger man’s climax, making his hips stutter and shove hard against the blonde. The two of them are falling together in a bubble of perfect pleasure and as they eventually come down from the peak a silence settles over the room. Breaths slowly return to normal and having slipped out of Shawn, Taker crawls up over him once more and undoes the ties. As soon as his arms are free Shawn wraps them around the broad back and plants a kiss on to Taker’s shoulder.

“Can I choose the colour?”

Taker lifts his head in order to look down at smiling blonde. “Huh?”

“The collar. Can I choose the colour?”

Taker huffs out a laugh and kisses the tip of Shawn’s nose. “Nope - it’ll be black leather. But I’ll let you choose the tag, OK?”

Shawn lets out an honest to goodness giggle and nods happily. “Deal.”

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kolour-me-kourt · 5 months ago

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Chapter Two💋:Cumming with reckless thoughts

It had only been a week since he left her alone. He dropped her without turning back. When he walked out of her condo that was the last time she saw him in person. She had thought about reaching out or maybe even pulling up to a game just to see if he was really gonna leave her alone.

The worst part about nobody knowing anything is she couldn't talk to her friends about it. She was currently at a restaurant eating lunch by herself and catching up with work. She had a meeting soon and wanted to be prepared for anything they can throw at her. When a text scrolled by on her phone

Don't be mad at me but I got you a date tonight

Trinity texted her she instantly laughed And called her

Heyyy girl I thought you were at work and You wouldn't see it until later

Nahhh I'm on lunch you got caught now who you set me up with?

Nobody bad it doesn't even have to go anywhere but my man has a friend in town from work anddddd I think you should see him like you might really like him

What he look like?

I haven't seen him Fr but from what I've heard he's right up your alley

Okay just for you Trin what time we meeting

We're gonna go to Cheesecake Factory at seven is that enough time for you?

Yeah that's enough time how we dressing like should I dress for a date?

I mean you can dress for dinner just something cute doesn't have to be over the top

You know I don't know what that mean cause my basic still be extra for you

Yeah you right you can do a dress though

Okay boo I gotta go I'll see you later

Byeeeee

This might be exactly what she needed a distraction who knows this could be her husband or the worst person she ever meets who knows. All she knew for certain was she wouldn't be thinking about Melo who was clearly not thinking about her. Finally it was a little after seven and she had just pulled up to the restaurant

She drove around the parking lot looking for a good spot and looking for Trinity or her mans car after two minutes she gave up walking towards the restaurant.

I'm on my way inside... y'all here? Yeah I'm coming up to get you

It only took three seconds and trinity was at the door "you look good we're back here in a booth" "you look good too trin.... So what's he like?" "Still seems decent I think you'll like him." Finally they got to the booth and YN was amazed he was tall around 6'1 or 6'2 brown skin pretty smile. "Hiiiii everyone" YN says approaching the table "you can sit beside me" she smirked "I don't think we've met my name is YN" "hi YN I'm Lorenzo" "mmmm Lorenzo" she finally sits "why you say it like that?" He smiled "Lorenzo is a nice name I like that name" "a lot of people call me Zo" "so I can call you Lorenz" "you like to be different?" "always" she looked up at her friend who was smiling brightly clearly glad that she got it right.

The night went on and just as the deserts came out YN had a smell go across her noise that felt familiar. Causing her to look around and there she was .... Melos girlfriend. She knew that scent because it was always on his clothes when he came over. She waved at YN so YN put her hand up waving too turning back to the table.

"Who's that?" Trin asked "remember the birthday dinner I went to last week? She was there." "She looks familiar" "might've been in some of the photos" "nah that's Lamelo balls girlfriend" Lorenzo said looking back again and then he catches himself staring YN laughs "yeah that's her" "damn you most have some clout you just have dinner with Lamelo balls girl" YN shrugs "if you only refer to her as somebody else's something does she have clout?" "Good question" trins boyfriend said "points were made" trin said laughing "but yeah anyway" YN says smiling "so you never met Melo?" Lorenzo asks looking YN deep in her eyes "he came with her to the birthday dinner" "you ain't get no picture that's wilddddd" "nah I think he was there to support his girl so nah I didn't ask for a picture" "I was shocked too cause I know you love that man" trin says YN playfully rolled her eyes "boundaries though I can't be looking at that man in real life especially when his girl right there" "so you watch basketball? Or you just watch him?" Lorenzo says YN eyes got wide "I watch a lot of teams thank you sir" "oh just checking" the waitress came over asking if anyone needed anything else .

Trins boyfriend asked for the check and Lorenzo quickly joined in and said it's split two ways. YN glanced at him "you paying for my meal?" "I mean you were technically my date tonight and I did enjoy you so yeah I'll pay for your meal" "mmmm thank you Lorenz" trin rolled her eyes at her friend being extra.

Soon the check came and they paid everyone left a tip and then started to get up walking to the door. YN had to walk right pass her to get to the door. So she did so with a smile. "You look so beautiful YN I guess once you see somebody once you start seeing them everywhere" "you guys can wait for me outside" YN said to her group turning back to her. "Yeah. I have heard that.... you look nice too I hope you have a good night" YN says trying to walk off "who where you with?" "Oh a long term friend her man and his friend" "oooou so a double date?" why is this girl fishing for information "Yeah something like that" her phone started to ring and of course it was Melo "well I'll let you get back to dinner" "wait Melos calling I'm sure he wants to say hey" now why on earth would she say that.

Soon she answered the phone and the man looked like he had truly been sculpted by God himself each sweaty ab above the phone sent shivers down her spine immediately. "Look who I ran into bae" YN squatted with her knees together "hey Lamelo" his eyes got wide for a second "hey.... YN right?" "Boy you remember her name" his girlfriend said slightly aggressively that had YN thinking he had been talking about her "I had you confused with your friends ... the names it was a lot that night but yeah hey YN" "hey and byeee you guys I really gotta head out" "okay see you around" "see you around" as YN walked off she felt her eyes on her ass could it be possible that she also wanted to fuck her? Lamelo and his girl had the same taste now that's wild she smirked if she didn't get a text tonight he was really done.

"My bad guys I'm here" "where did you park?" Lorenzo said "ummm over there toward the middle" "alright let me walk you" "okay well bye guys thanks for inviting me out I needed that" she gave trin a hug and YN and Lorenzo walked towards her car "So trin must've told you I don't go out much even though I been out like crazy lately" "she said you enjoy time in your home more than a club" "yesss but I'm always down for dinner.... This me right here"

"Okay not what I was expecting" he said "you expecting something a little more girly right?" "Yeah I definitely did" "this jeep spoke to me when I saw it on the delearship lot I had to get her." He opens her door "ummm well can I get your number? And we can do a date Fr next time?" "Yeah I would love to hand me your phone" she types her number in handing it to him and he texts her immediately and that's when she saw trin and Melo had been texting her

Text when you get home ... I think he likes you a lot you should go out again

You were out with somebody. You had a Nigga and ain't tell me

YN looked into Lorenzo eyes "I got it" "oh well okay I'll see you later" she hops in her car "yes you definitely will byeee" "bye YN" "drive safe" she says to him before closing her door "you too!" he walks away she sighed turning her car on she locked the doors and texted trin back Yeah he asked me out again and I'll definitely go out with him he seemed cool

Okay bet let me tell bae 😂😂

I'll text again once I get in the house boo

Trin liked the message

YN choose her playlist and then headed towards her house. Once she got home she saw the slime colored Lamborghini that just look too familiar.

She shook her head getting out of her car and locking the doors going straight to the car that was on she pulled on the passenger door glancing in first and then getting in the car.

"What" she said sternly "you had a Nigga this whole time and didn't tell me I had to hear that from my girl? You think that make sense? If I say that's my pussy then it's mine it don't go to no other nigga" "don't you gotta bitch? Worry about her pussy not mine" "why you ain't tell me?" He slightly raises his voice "Cause I'm fuckin single Lamelo don't assume shit when you don't know" Yn found it funny how they could sit there and have a full conversation about her as if his girlfriend knew her. Melo isn't entitled to know anything about YN if it isn't sexual and that's just how she feels. If she had a man why tf would he care he had a whole bitch.

"my girl said you was cuddled up with the Nigga" "damn did she come to the restaurant to stalk me wtf" "who was he if he ain't your Nigga" "what's the different between me having a man and you having a girl" "you know about my girl I ain't know about your Nigga" "I just told you I was single cut it out" "if you went to a restaurant with a nigga and you was all under him you at least dating weather that's your man or not"

"I thought you was done.... Don't ask me nothing else unless you coming up to fuck me" he smiled "who else touch it?" "Nobody I swear" she almost whined she upset herself that he had her like that. But she hadn't found anybody ever that had hit the spots that Melo had or anybody who could make her cum like clockwork of course she missed that dick it's the only way she gets to cum "you missed me?" She rolled her eyes "you asking questions again ... so that mean you coming up right?" He sighed "alright I'm gone leave me alone" she takes that sigh as her answer getting out of the car he tried to reach for her but she moved too fast shutting the door walking to her condo.

He never moved but started to blow up her phone. "What do you want?" "You want me to come up then I'll come up" "you know I do I shouldn't have to ask you multiple times" she heard the car turn off. "Yeah ... I need you to stop talking to me like you crazy big ass cry baby " "I couldn't talk to you crazy if your dick was in my mouth" he hangs up and five minutes later he was at her door she smiled pulling him in quickly.

"We shouldn't be going back and forth when this is a fuck buddy situation if you wanna argue talk to your bitch" "anything else you need to say?" "Is this the last time you're fuckin me?" "Yeah" "well we will just see about that come here" she pulled him towards her aggressively. He licked his lips walking up to her. "Don't play me like you did last week" she started to take his clothes off and then her own. "How I play you" "left me in the floor wanting more... that fucked with me a little bit" "you knew I was coming back" he lifts her up causing her to moan

"how was I supposed to know" he lays her down on the bed kissing down her body. "After five months I wouldn't leave you like that but you needed to learn a lesson" she felt his fingers go inside of her as he lips got closer to her center but he was skipping it intentionally. "And what lesson is that?" "Don't argue with me that's supposed to be the last thing that we doing .... Spread your legs" she listened to him immediately "but I wasn't arguing I should be able to set boundaries" he kissed her clit and it was at that very moment she knew she wouldn't be having this conversation for much longer.

"Your pussy in my face what boundaries you need?" He kissed her clit and started to lick her slowly making out with her as she moaned he paused for a second "answer me...." He glanced at her "no public stuff I don't wanna get caught that's all I was saying" "you ain't say it like that though" she brought her leg closer to her face so he could really hit the spot she needed him to hit. She was dripping down his chin "fuckkkkkkk" his fingers started to actually move making her feel even better he grabbed her hips pulling her closer ... yeah this conversation was over. His phone started to ring she whined.

"I'm not gon get it you can calm down ....it's all about you right now" she smiled well that just made her feel hella special "thank you" she said breathlessly his mouth created a suction on her pussy causing her to completely lose it "ahhhhhhh" her hand came down to push his head so he held her hand. "Ohhhh I'm gonna cum .... Fuckkk 😭😭😭😭" he groaned as she started to lose herself on his tongue when she calmed down he kissed up her body "you taste so damn good" he kisses her hard sliding inside of her making her gasp and tap his shoulders. "Oh my ... ughhhh fuckkkkk" "hmmmm you feel so good on this dick ... you missed me huh?" "Ahhhh yessss I missed this dick" she smiled he laughed a little as his hand grabbed her throat.

As time went on his strokes became more powerful. "Better not have nobody else in my shit ... you hear me?" "Yesssss" her body started shaking again "you gon cum on this dick ain't you" his phone starts ringing again "if I answer you gon stay quiet?" "Yesss just don't stop pleaseeeee" he reached on her night stand picking his phone never stoping his strokes she put the pillow over her face just in case she got loud. She was glad she did when she felt his thumb on her clit cause she almost lost it.

"I'm out with jj looking at some shit........yeah I thought I would beat you home too my bad...... I don't know We might go to the gym after so it could be 3 hours ..... ight yeah I'll let you know .... Love you too bye" he makes sure he hangs up the phone putting it back on the nightstand. "You so fuckin creamy I know you just came" YN moves the pillow "we're so bad we're terrible" she moaned he rolled his eyes

"want me to stop?" "Noooo" "thought so .... Shut that shit up" he kisses her as her legs started to shake again. She couldn't continue to engage in the kiss "I'm cumminggggg" "mmmm this my pussy?" "Yessssss all yours" "you sure?" "Yesss" "you promise" she moans biting his shoulder as she releases his hand wrapped around her neck "answer me" she gasped "yesss I promiseeee" he kisses her again deeply as his hips begin to get sluggish and he releases she finally exhaled when he pulled out getting up immediately to throw his condom away. She bit her lip watching him swing.

"What you looking at?" "You" he smirked "why?" "Cause I can" she laughed he came over her hitting her thigh "if you want more just say that" " I want more" "give me ten minutes" she laughed "you really going to the gym after?" "Nah but let me text jj and let him know I'm with him" YN laughed he picked up the phone texting and then siting it back down

"Okay so we good now" she licked her lips standing up "so you told her three hours... do I get all three?" "You get as much time as you need" "good .... Cause I want to take my time" she gets on her knees licking him slowly "mmm You always taste so good" his head involuntarily fell backwards when he felt her mouth. "You still sensitive?"She asks genuinely "don't talk to me like I'm no bitch" she laughed grabbing his dick "sorry" she licks the bottom of his dick slowly going to the tip sucking softly he grabs her hair moving his hips causing her to gag. The more she got into it the more it got sloppy. "Fuckkk" "Damn you look good" she removes her mouth stroking still "Fuck I'm so wet" she moans "don't stop" he moves her mouth back on him hitting the back of her throat.

"Stay right there" His voice elevated as he continued to groan She squeezed her legs tightly he pulled his dick out of her mouth hitting her in the face with it multiple times as she moaned "you so fuckin nastyyyyyy" he groaned she smiled "nasty only for you" he helps her up before they walk to the bed he pulls her back by her hair so her back is up against him. He sticks his fingers in her slowly as his arm goes across her neck locking her in place.

"Mmmmm cum for me like this... think you can?" She nodded her head "look at me and use your words when I'm talking to you .... You understand me?" "Yes Lamelo"she moaned he smiled her eyes rolled in the back of her head his fingers continued to rub her clit "you not looking at me I might have to stop" "nooooo" her eyes opened slowly hooded with pleasure "no what?" "I don't—— ooou pleaseeeeee don't stop" "mmmmm you close?" "Yessss so freakin.... Mmmmm" and just as she almost lost it he stop all his movements.

"Lamelo no .... I'm so... ughhhh no" she said sternly "you mad at me?" He started walking her towards the bed "why would you do that!!!" He pushes her on the bed "put your ass in the air for me" she listens "I shouldn't have when you just ahhhhhh" he grabs her hair "stop playing with me little girl" he slides in her deeply "I'm not playing" he kept a good grip on her as she threw it back matching his strokes "I thought I told you watch your mouth when you talking to me" his other hand came around rubbing her clit again making her melt into the mattress "I'm soooo sorry sir" he had control again and he loved it he spanks her ass

"You sure?" He pulls her closer "oh gosh I'm so close" she says softly as her voice breaks. "Nah I don't think I'm gonna make you cum again " "nooo Melo please" "you never listen and your mouth is reckless why should you get to cum" she tried to find the energy to say something but she was just too close "please" is the only word she could say he stopped his movements making her gasp "oh my goshhhhhh" she whined he pulls out flipping her over again as her legs shook he stared in her eyes teasing her more. She reaches down stroking his dick as they kept eye contact "Melo please it's not fair" "hmmm but what about what I said?" "I'll watch my mouth" she didn't even believe herself but she would say anything right now just to get him to make her cum. His tip slides in and he stops she bits her lip

"What else you gon do?" "What else do you want Lamelo .... Please" he slides deeply inside causing her eyes to close he can feel her gripping him more than usual she had to be super close it made him smile. "From you? I want you to look me in my eyes" her fluttered open and he smirked using this time to start moving his hips slowly. He kept a good hold on her hips ensuring she wasn't going anywhere her hand came in between them pushing on his thigh. "How you beg for me ..... and you whine and now you can't take me? That don't sound right.... Does it?" "I can..." "stand on that" she moved her hand up to her face sucking on her fingers he felt her get even tighter waiting to see if she was gonna do the right thing and ask....

"Can I cum?" She pleaded her voice was completely gone but sounded so sexy to him "yes cum for me" "yes yes yes yesssssss" all she could do is moan yes as she finally releases he stares in her eyes and for the very time he felt something more for her not love no.... Possession if any other man made her feel this way he wouldn't know how to feel.

"I made you cum what you say?" "Thank you Lamelo thank youuuu" he pins her arms down "I still gotta cum" "yesss please" "please what? You want me to cum?" "Yessss" "mmmm where you want me to cum?" "On my stomach" "mmmm okay that's interesting" sooner than later he pulls out taking off the condom and stroking on her stomach and finally he let go. She smiled taking a finger to scoop some up putting it in her mouth.

"Can you get me a baby wipe out that drawer?" She says point with her foot "nah wipe it in use it as some lotion" he joked grabbing a wipe and then wiping it for her when he was done she sat up. He looked exhausted she smirked "I know you don't wanna go again?" He sounded nervous She laughed "no I'm good I just have a couple of questions" "yeah?" "What made you stop me from cuming so many times" "I knew you would like it .... What else" "well after all that... you still think this is the last time? If somebody could see us fuck we both would be mvp" he started to get dressed

"you right and nah it's not the last time cause you gon work on your mouth right?" "Yes Sir...." "Good cause that reckless talking not gon get you far fuckin with me you understand me?" "Yes daddy" "ight I gotta go" "okay" "I'll text you when I need you again" "okay sounds good let yourself out" "oh yeah....and ole boy from the restaurant get rid of him" "but Melo that's not fair" "life not fair don't be dating that pussy mine and when people date they fuck" "okay fine..." She rolled her eyes "don't let me hear nothing crazy" "bye Lamelo" she says aggressively"what I say about reckless talking?" "sorry .... I'll get it done " "ight bet I'll see you later" "byeeee" she says in a sing songy tone once her door was shut she mumbled "asshole"

*the following week*

Since the 3 hour rendezvous his girlfriend had been on him like white on rice. She was at every game home and away she went to the gym with him they ate their meals together. It had YN a little jealous. Not because they were spending so much time together but because she had no one to spend that time with it. She had told Lorenzo that she was at a difficult place in life and really shouldn't be dating which he completely understood and respectfully he left her alone.

It wasn't a lie being a nba players sidekick was a difficult spot that she hadn't seen herself in before and he had completely taking ownership of her pussy. When Lamelo came up at dinner she could tell Lorenzo like him to some degree. She couldn't imagine fucking Lamelo while being Lorenzo's girlfriend and everytime Melo had a game Lorenzo would be somewhere watching her other man.... It all seemed a little too ridiculous.

However YN conversations with Lorenzo left Trin confused at the situation cause she could tell they really like each other so she knew something was going on with her friend that she wasn't talking about. YN debated texted Lorenzo just out of pure curiosity like what if he was her next long term relationship and she's leaving him alone for a fuck buddy.... Who's in a relationship it's twisted and she didn't like that her mind was making sound decisions but Melos dick made her act different.

I'll be in Chicago on Friday .... Alone I already booked your ticket check your email

And just like that nothing else mattered anymore. She was gonna see him and that's all that matters.

Okay just make sure you're really alone cause I'm coming to Chicago regardless

That mouth gon get you In trouble

Chill on me I haven't seen you

Oh okay you get a pass and my bad I know you was going through a dry spell over there

Yeah like... you're my only supplier and then it's long breaks in between .... I don't like that..... but I'm the only one going through a dry spell? Not you too?

Well we can talk about all that in Chicago see you Friday

Ttyl💕💕

She didn't wanna press him but if he's fucking his girl why couldn't she also be having sex like 🧐 that isn't sitting right with her.

But also he was being flexible. She wonders did he tell her no bitch you can't come with me or if he said something about needing his own time she even wondered if his girl knew cause why did she become that clingy seemingly out of the blue. She was in every picture at every location.

But whatever? Chicago would be strictly about the game and YN so she was gonna live it up. She had contemplated living him high and dry because she made herself too available anytime he called she was there. However tonight .... Was a night strictly for work.

*Chicago time*

She got to Chicago a little after three o clock immediately checking into her hotel room. By three thirty he was asking where she was. She didn't respond because she was working out and by the time she got up to the room it has slipped her mind until he called her. "Hello?" "Um yeah did you get my message?" "No what did it say?" He rolled his eyes "where you at?" "Just left the gym going to the room now" "hmmmm okay" he hangs up "well damn then" she unlocks the door and then suddenly it all made since he was in the room smiling ear to ear.

"I was trying to see if you was gon lie" "about not being in the room?" "Yeah gotta keep you on your toes" she playfully rolled her eyes. "You out did yourself with this one it's nice and Nobu is right in the hotel you know we can order it up to the room .... Like we don't have to sit down there" "you telling me you wanna eat with me?" "I was just complimenting you .... It's a good hotel" he smiled "okay" "you mind if I shower .... And everything before?"

"You can shower I'll still be here it don't seem like you wanna have sex today so we won't" "that's allowed? I mean—" she knew what she was trying to say she just didn't know how to say it "even though you traveled and I paid if you don't wanna have sex then we don't sex it's simple.... Now you shower I'll be here" she smiled "yes sir" that made her wanna fuck him but she went into the shower taking her time to wash.

When she was done she came out in a towel and he was sleep soundly. She smiled he trusted her now and she knew this because he was sleep in her room fully at her disposal. She decided to order some food up to the room so she put on something quick after lotioning her body and when it came she woke him up.

"I'm sure you need to eat I ordered some stuff" she could tell he was still trying to wake up. "How long I was sleep?" "A little over a hour" "my phone ring?" "If it did I didn't hear it." He picks his phone up. "I guess nobody missed me" they went to the table as she put the food out and got him something to drink

"Yo are you good?" She asked cause his energy seemed off HE seemed off. "Why you asking?" "You just seem different like something is wrong with you" "I don't know if that's a conversation you wanna have" "I'm down to try you seem really bothered and it's throwing us off" he contemplated in his head before hesitating again and then finally he said "it's about my girl" "okay I know she exists you can talk about her" "you sure?" "Positive" "she starting to get a little annoying like I had to do so much to get some alone time like she been on me" "ohhhh I figured since we haven't seen eachother or spoken fr" "yeah like idk I be needing space" "so can I ask you a question" "yeah"

"why invite me?" "Wym?" "Why invite me if you needed alone time" "cause I needed to see you too" "but we haven't had sex" "it's not the end of the night and we got tomorrow after the game but if we don't oh well next city" she smiled "I like that energy I don't feel like a prostitute" "I hope you never felt like that Fr" "no I was just playing" "yeah but don't ever feel forced to have sex with me it's not supposed to be a job .... I got you something too btw" "oooou where is it?" He gets up going to hoodie that he had carelessly thrown on the bed reaching in the pocket pulling out a three boxes. Her eyes got wide.

"I'm still trying to figure out what you like so you tell me." He placed the boxes out in front of her. She opened them one by one completely shocked.

"The first one is Cartier the other two are Cuban links ... I figured you would like the two tone" "I love all of them" "what you like the most?" "The two tone you were right" "good cause I got you this too" he reaches in his pants pocket.

"Lamelo!!!!" She hugged him "I guess that means you really like them" "yess how much you spend?" He laughed "it don't matter" she bit her lip a question pops in her head that could ruin the mood but she really wanted a answer "I saw that face what's up?" "These are really nice gifts that's all thank you" he kissed her forehead "we should talk" her heart dropped this is what she was dreading "yeah we should" "you have something to say?" "No but I feel like you do so I wanna listen" he smiled. "I really fucked you good didn't I?" She swallowed hard "you always do" "but now you know how to talk to me" she nodded her head the sexual tension was building he rested his tongue between his teeth smirking

"alright let me focus ....You matter to me ...you're not just somebody to fuck so I want you to know we can chill without fuckin" she nodded her head "so I'm special?" "Yeah you are special very" "good I like that" she sits on his lap. " you can keep all of them if you want...." He kissed her cheeks "well I definitely want too you out did yourself" he sighed "I gotta figure out how to balance this" "balance what" "it's two relationships basically" she stands up "why you get up" he asked quickly "so I can think properly... so like you said we can talk about the sex in your message" "I was hoping you forgot about that" that explains his gifts she thought "well I didn't" "yeah I still have sex with her that's me being honest with you" "but I'm not allowed another sexual partner?" "that's too much going on im protecting everybody" she rolled her eyes she didn't have any desire to fuck anybody else but it's not fair it's quiet for too long so he speaks up

"so what..... now" "it's just not fair it makes sense buts it not fair" She got his point in protecting them because if she started having sex with somebody else too and he was having sex with multiple people and then those multiple people were having sex with multiple people.... Well you see how that can turn nasty and unsafe real quick.

"do you wanna fuck somebody else what's his name" He got very serious it turned her on "I didn't say I did" "its clearly somebody in your head" "nah it's not" "then we can cross that bridge later don't argue with me about fake shit" she walked back over to him "put my jewelry on please" he smiled she sticks her wrist out and he puts on the two Cuban links and then she moved her hair out of the way and he puts on the necklace. "How it look?" "Real good on you" she smiled "thank you Melo"

"so this is a one piece?" He asked messing with her straps she laughed "yeah" "oh okay cause I see something red too" "wanna pull it down and see what's underneath?" He was obsessed with how she said the nastiest shit with the most innocent face. "Yeah .... I wanna see"

"Well take it off I'm not doing all the work for you" he laughed pulling her straps down slowly. Kissing her neck. "You supposed to be my gift" "other people unwrap your gifts?" "Nah" "exactly" she laughed sliding her ensemble on the floor

"You full of surprises tonight" he takes his shirt off licking his lips she grabs his hand walking them over to the bed. "I really did miss you" she sits on the corner of the bed unbuckling his pants. "I might have to keep you waiting if I get all this" she laughed "boy don't play with me" since she was moving so slow he backed away "I'm not playing with you you be playing with me" finally he was naked she stared him up and down she could never get tired of this sight

"you just gon look?" He asked smiling "what you want me to do?" "Take those panties off" she lays down lifting her hips and sliding her panties off she balls them up and throws them at him which made him smile and rush to her pulling her back at the edge the bed. "I just know you wet for me" he slides in a finger and he of course was right. "You know what I wanna do tomorrow" she moaned as his fingers dove deeper. "What you wanna do?" He stared in her eyes ready for her answer "fuck in that bath tub over there.....it's in the room for a reason" she smiled he takes his fingers out of her placing them in her mouth. "I'm too long for that tub.... You can put on a show for me though" he slides my his fingers out of her mouth. Taking her bra off. " mmmm like what" he throws it across the room. "Surprise me" he slides in deeply making her gasp.

"Fuckkkkkk" he groaned "you didn't wear a condom Lamelo" she said quickly not that she cared but like .... "Want me to put one on?" He stops his movements this could be a test but how does she go back to condom dick when he feels so damn good inside of her. "If you don't care I don't care... don't stop" He smiled sliding out and then pushing back in with force. Routing his hips while spreading her legs.

"Your pussy so pretty" she smiled he watched her intensely as she moaned and squeezed herself. He cared about her feeling good he always wanted a good report. He presses down on her stomach and his thumb reaches down to rub her clit she gasps. "Ohhhh you gon make me cum" "yeah? You sure?" "Ughhhhhh" her back arched as she grabs the sheet her legs begin to shake and she releases all over his dick "that's water" he said deeply he let her finish up before he pulled out

"come finish me with your mouth" she listens getting up from her position she gets on her knees in front of him. Just with her juices alone she had enough wetness to stroke his dick comfortably she sucks on his tip gently while using her hand as much as possible. She dribbles spit at the tip and down his shaft making him smile her hair kept getting in the way so he gathered it up in a fake ponytail and let her keep control as she moved her slowly as her hand moved quickly she looked up at him and she knew he was close that's probably the only reason he pulled out she moves her hand letting her mouth do all the work.

"Fuckkkkkkkk" he groaned when she deep throats she pulls off slowly when she gagged. "Come on make me cum" she moaned putting her mouth on him and moving her head back and forth keeping her mouth as wet as possible. "I'm bout to—" he says only to give her some warning "mmmmmmm" she starts to stroke him while her tongue focuses on his tip and finally he explodes in her mouth. She spits it out and lets it dribbled down her face and it was only then he noticed she had been fingering herself this whole time so he roughly picks her up throwing her back on the bed and then he lowered himself so his mouth could make contact with her clit.

She uses her hand wiping her face and then rubbing it on the comforter "Melo you didn't have too" she moans his fingers pushed in her as he sucked her clit "ooooouuuu don't stop don't stop right there pleaseeee" he groaned as he ate her out it caused shivers down her spine and then she came but he didn't stop "Melo Melo!!!!!l" her eyes closed he was gonna take all of her she sat up a little bit so she could really study him "fuckkk I'm cumming ooouu daddy" she bit her finger his hand came up to her throat squeezing tightly.

"Ooooohhhhh" he stared at her with so much hunger "I'm cuming" she said softly and she released he let her finish up and then he moved his hand from around her throat and took his fingers out of her kissing her as she shook he put his fingers in her mouth she sucked softly. "You see how good you fuckin taste and you be wanting me to stop after one nut? Never had nobody taste like you" his fingers gaged her on purpose and then he pulls them out. She laid on the bed completely tired.

"Nobody taste like me?" She says siting up to stare at him he smirks while putting his clothes on "nah nobody I mean that" "mine the best pussy you ever had..." he kissed her "yeah" "and you was trying to leave me alone smh" she laughed he rolled his eyes "you know I gotta go soon and get right for tomorrow" "mhmmm" "so I'll see you after the game tomorrow" "I can't come?" She bit her lip

"it's not like it use to be if my girl notice you at the game I don't wanna have to answer too many questions .... You remember how you were feeling without me? It'll be longer breaks and then when I get you it'll be quick .... Is that worth seeing a game?" She smiled "nah not at all" "I'll transfer you some money go have fun in the city ... eat some pizza" she laughed "okay bye be safe" "you too I'll text you when I'm on my way tomorrow" "okay" he walks out shutting the door

*the next day*

She went to a bar to watch the game and get some work done it had been hella close the whole time but Chicago ended up getting the win due to a foul and making their three pointers. Zo did his court side interview he was completely happy but gave his brother props too. YN felt like this meant the sex would be sad or he might not even come she closed her tab paying for her drinks and tipping the bartender she walked out getting into her Uber heading back to the hotel. It was a older black man who looked completely sweet. She wonders who even told him about Uber. After being in the car for two minutes he begins to speak to her.

"Did you see the bulls game while you were at the bar?" "Yupp they won 101 to 100" "damnnn I bet it was a good game" "it was hella close" "Zo played against the younger brother right" "Yupp" "uh li-li-uhhh liangelo ball that's his name" he snaps his fingers when he felt like he got it right�� YN couldn't help but laugh hard "nah that's the middle one he played Lamelo which is the youngest" "oh Lamelo I always forget he talented too" "yeah they all are" " I don't know why they daddy came up with them names but he raised them boys so you can't talk to much shit" "yeah you right" "you visiting here?" "Yeah I'm actually leaving tomorrow morning"

"I hope you enjoyed your time I can tell you wasn't from here" YN laughed "how? my accent?" "And you too pretty to be from here" "it's beautiful women here wym" "yeah it's rare though my wife was one of the last ones" he laughed she shook her head "so what brought you here" "business— excuse me for a second " her phone started to ring it was Melo she smiled putting in her airpod "hello?" "That's not the hotel room" "yeah it's not captain obvious I'm on my way back now" he laughed

"where was you at" "at the bar watching the game and doing some work" "oh so you saw it was a good game for me I'm a little mad we ain't take the w" "yeah it was good game though" "well I'm letting you know I'll be there in a hour or less" "okay in gotta surprise for you" "oh word?" "Yeah so use your key I'll see you later bye" "byeeee"

"My bad sir" "no you're fine" he turned on the street where the hotel was stoping right in front of it "thank you have a nice day I tipped in the app" "thank you too" she shuts the door going to the hotel room she takes a shower first and then she pulls the curtains so nobody can see in she lights a few candles and runs water in the tub making it pretty she added a vegan bath bomb that was healthy for 🐱. Then she waited for his text before she got in the water

She made sure to only fill the tub up a little bit so that the water can be running when he came in he texted he was getting on the elevator so she turned the water on. Spreading her legs making sure the water was hitting her clit...... what? If her masterbating right in front of him didn't ensure her some good dick what would when she heard the key click. She moaned

"mmmm well hello to you too" he stood above her watching with so much excitement "I wanted to cheer you up" she moved herself up so that she wasn't right under the water anymore "you couldn't wait on me?" She smiled "figured this was more eye catching" "you right about that .... Don't stop cause I came in" she moved back to her original position and he watched her while not saying anything when the water got high enough she tired off the facet "use your fingers" he said deeply she lifted her hand up inviting him to suck her fingers which he did and then slowly entered her fingers inside of herself

"oooooou I'm so wet" her other hand started to rub him through his pants. "Mmmm I bet you are.... I want you to make yourself cum" she continued to rub him and then she got on her knees still fingering herself "I wanna taste you daddy" she licked her lips he striped bringing his dick to her lips where she kissed him softly. "Only use your mouth .... Don't stop fingering that pussy" her mouth dribbled spit from the base to the tip and she licked him up and down slowly. The look in his eyes was intense.

"Suck it stop playing" she smiled sucking his tip her hand comes out of the tub to stroke his dick he hits her hand "what I say earlier?" She licked her lips placing her hand on her clit rubbing slowly and putting her mouth back on his dick he pulls out of her mouth "tell me what I said" "No hands...." "You understand?" He asked she just stares into his eyes he so damn sexy "yes I understand" she kisses his dick again taking him in her mouth slowly concentrating on taking all of him . Her hand usually does all the work for her. She gags when he goes deep in her throat.

"Mmm do that again" she backs away and then does it again when her phone started to ring. It happened to be right beside the tub on her bathrobe something was telling Lamelo to look down so he did and that's when he saw Lorenzo's name.

"Yo wtf!!!" He raised his voice she shook completely confused and shocked "what?" "I thought you dropped that nigga?" "I did!" She glanced at her phone why was he calling she thought "answer it and prove it" "are you serious you don't trust me?" "Nah not right now" "you know what fuck you" "YN stop trying to change the conversation answer the phone or I'm leaving" "ughhhhhh" she picks up the phone putting it on speaker

"hey what a surprise" YN says "yeah my bad for calling randomly but I wanna know what went wrong we had a good night you even said we can have another good night and then you basically was just like nah.... All this came to my mind cause I just rode by the Cheesecake Factory that place always gon make me think of you now" she couldn't focus because Melos dick was still very much in her face. "It's not you I promise I'm just in a complicated situation right now and I don't wanna involve anybody else in it" "how complicated? Like you dealing with somebody? Or you trying to find yourself you not ready for a relationship what is it"

"I'm kinda in something the lines are very blurry but I'm still very much committed to that man and so I can't in good Conscience pursue anything with you it's wrong to you and it's wrong to him" "okay I get that sorry for bothering you" "it's no problem have a good day" "you too beautiful" she hangs up staring up at Melo "care to apologize?" She smirked at Melo he smiled "why you gotta be so damn irresistible? That nigga on you like that over some dinner" She stands up draining the tub and using him to step out he sits down on the bench

"apologize Melo" "I'm sorry YN I'll trust you from now on ... you gotta understand why something like that would fuck with my head" she sits on the bed right behind him wrapping her legs around his torso. "You're forgiven but don't yell at me like that again" "my bad .... I got hot" "Mhm I know .... All my hard work went down the drain with my bath water" he stands up and turns around pushing her down on the bed "it doesn't have to...."

"Chicago don't owe me a thinggg"

Okayyyy so feedback time are y'all enjoying? What do you wanna see happen? Lmk please 💕

#lameloballxreader #Lamelo #lameloball #jaysontatumxreader #jayson tatum #mistresstomrs

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peachyloveswriting · 2 years ago

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could i request a stan marsh x reader who is always hyper, i have adhd so i’d love to see the dynamic

FORGOT YOUR MEDS? --- Stan Marsh

SUMMARY: Spending the weekend with Stan, your medication was accidentally left at home leaving you to bounce all over the place and Stan to deal with it.

NOTES: I, myself, have ADHD. I take medication for it and I have for my whole life so without it I can be rather crazy. I know that not everyone is the same however this will be written based on my experience.

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A fan blows cool air onto my back and the white noise fills the room. I hadn't noticed the noise before having just finished chasing the butt end of a dream. I could still see it in my head, the realization of being awake is dreadful. So much so, that I'm having a hard time getting myself back into the dream. Disappointed, I turn onto my back and stretch an arm out over the edge of the bed with a groan. Letting my arm fall limp over the edge I release a breath and open my eyes.

The smallest amount of light peeks through the top of the curtains and it's blue. I know it's probably sometime in the late AM. With my highschool schedule and everything going on my body has set a routine clock internally. If it's not my alarm at five AM, it's walking up naturally at Eight.

In the corner of my eye is Stan. He lays beside me, black hair messy on top of his head. His lips are squished together by his cheeks pressed against the pillow and there's a small gap between them. Soft snores fall from him, urging me to fully turn towards him. Unannounced, I showed up on Stan's doorstep last night. I had already packed my bag for the weekend and walked all the way over here. I wasn't about to get denied. Thankfully, his parents like me. Randy's always telling me how good I am for him, I can see what he means. Stan's alcoholism has gotten so much better since I came into the picture. I'm glad he at least cut back for me.

Underneath my head comes a buzz, I had placed my phone underneath the pillow while we watched TikTok on his phone last night. Regretfully the buzz annoys me, sliding my hand under the pillow I tug the phone out to check the time. I was right, it's eight. I have a few missed calls and texts from someone, I'm not sure who. Unlocking it, I check it to see a missed call from Kyle. I'm not surprised, he's always calling me when Stan doesn't pick up the phone. The others are from my mom, I don't really feel like answering her right now. Ignoring the various texts, I move on to watching TikTok on my own phone. I'm not sure how long I watched them for but soon enough Stan's hands slid around me and pulled me closer.

"Morning." Cracking a smile I turn the phone off and toss it to the other side of the bed behind Stan. He grumbles at me and opens an eye. He doesn't say anything before he closes his eyes again and hides away in my chest. I smile down at him. Laying the way I am is almost unbearable with the way my legs keep having this inherent need to move. I struggle to keep still, needing a good stretch again. And for whatever reason I can't stop yawning.

"I want to go back to sleep." Stan finally says.

"Mood." Is all I can manage to say. Suddenly an unspecific spot on the bed is more interesting than looking at him. I can't take my eyes off of it even if I want my head to move. I can hear Stan talking to me but the words are washing right over me. Then suddenly there's clarity in his speech.

"You're zoned out aren't you?" He deadpans.

"Sorry." I look back at him. "Yeah."

He chuckles at me and sits up, running his hand through his hair. "It's fine."

I sit up beside him and slide a leg over the side of the bed. It bounces where it rests on the floor. "Did I wake you up?" I know I tend to listen to videos rather loudly but I can't help it. For some reason my volume is really quiet at times. He shakes his head and looks back at me.

"No."

We make eye contact and suddenly I can't help but look everywhere but him. My leg can't stop bouncing and this unstoppable urge to peel the skin off my lips with my teeth is insatiable. This wide, painful, face-spliting grin tugs at the corners of my lips. It hurts to smile for so long - and for why, I don't know - Almost like it's not me. But as fast as the moment came it passes. Stan's hand rests on my thigh and gives it a light squeeze.

I look up at him finally, feeling like my eyes are open the widest they've ever been. No matter how hard I try to make them feel normal it won't settle.

"Have you had your meds yet?" He asks. I scrunch up my face. "Why does that matter? I'm not any different."

Oh, so it's one of those days. The ones where not a single thought crosses my mind and the most pure unbiased thoughts spill from my lips. It's a shame, really. Knowing that Stan's going to have to put up with my bullshit today makes guilt fill my heart. I hate when he sees me like this. Though, no matter how harsh I treat him that soft look never fades. I still don't understand how he doesn't hate me yet for how rude and brash I can get.

"I know how you are, just go take them." He lifts his hand and places it on my back to urge me to take it. A devilish grin splits my face again. "And if I don't want to?" I query.

Stan let's out a sigh. "Then you're not going to like yourself later." His eyes are pleading me to just go on and do it but in the back of my mind, I know I might have screwed up. I should have checked the texts from my mom sooner, I left my medicine at home. At the realization my wild grin fades and instead one of extraordinary focus takes its place. Brows furrowed I reach over Stan and grasp my phone.

"I forgot them."

Stan frowns. "I'm sorry, maybe I have something that can take its place." His dad wouldn't have anything laying around the house like that so I shook my head.

"Just call Kenny. I'll pay him back Monday or something. Just get me a Xanax."

Stan just stares at me when I look at the message my mom had sent me. It really had been about my medicine. He shakes his head. "There's no point, you'll be crosseyed as a mother fucker you take one of those." He points out.

A short hysterical giggle leaves my lips. "It's fine, it's the same as Adderall right? I can handle it. I mean I take clean meth for crying out loud."

He sighs again. "Okay, I think we're gonna need that Xanax. Nothing against you, but I'm not adept enough to handle you in this state unlike your parents."

I knew he wouldn't be able to, nobody is. It doesn't seem to matter what I do but no one likes me when I'm like this. "Not surprised. You'll live."

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"Yeah, we'll head over now." There's a pause. My knee is bouncing fervently and I pick at my fingers. "Okay, see you soon. Bye." Stan takes the phone away from his ear to end the call. With a sigh he slips the phone into his pocket and looks up at me. "C'mon, let's go." He moved over to the dresser where his keys lay.

I bounced up out of my seat, my hands swinging wildly at my sides. I'm half heatedly looking for my shoes though I can't seem to spot them nearby. "Stan. Where the fuck are my shoes?" I yell agitatedly.

He tosses them in front of me. Dumbfounded I stare at them with a slight laugh and collapse onto my ass. He stares at me in disbelief while I put them on. I'm doing it so lazily, my arms not even wanting to pick themselves up to move. I keep stopping, my hands refusing to help me. Stan keeps calling out to make me do it but I can't stop laughing. Moving to the floor in front of me, he reaches out to try and put the shoes on for me but I shove him away. A huf escapes his lips and I laugh harder. He's reaching back out to help me again but I swat his hands away.

"Will you just stop." He hisses at me. I fall into my back still laughing hysterically for no apparent reason. I'm trying to speak but my laughter silences me. My actions don't stop there though.

In the car, I'm watching the scenery pass me by while we ride. It's quiet, save for the music on the radio. I haven't said a single word since we left the house and the guilt is so much heavier now. I look over at Stan, his nonchalant face makes my stomach grow uneasy. I must have annoyed him back at the house.

"Sorry for what I did back at the house." I sound like a mouse. Small and insignificant. He glances at me for a moment.

"You can't help it." He simply mutters.

"But I can." I shoot back. "I can help it I just choose not to."

He shakes his head and clicks his tongue at me. "That's just what everyone else tells you."

If there's anything more true in the world it's what he said. Everyone tells me that it's my choice to act like this, I believe that to be true. Even more true than what Stan says.

"Yeah but I'm just a dick like this." I hope he doesn't have an actual reason to shoot back at me. It seems I swallow my pride though.

"You haven't been a dick to me." He takes a hand off the steering wheel to rest his elbow on the center console. "We're going to get you something to take for this anyway. Don't fret."

I lift a finger to my lips and softly bite the skin around the nail before pulling it away again. "I haven't been a dick to you yet. Just wait until it happens soon enough."

"Look, I understand that you dislike yourself in this state and all but you need to stop being so doubtful and negative." He casts a glance in the rearview. "I can't say much for myself but I can understand where you're coming from. Just try not to think about it too much. This really doesn't bother me."

"Really? How?" I ponder aloud. "I never shut up, I'm rambunctious, annoying-"

"Truth be told I see you like this often." Stan suddenly admits. I'm almost shocked by what he said. Since when has he ever seen me like this before?

"Your medication wears off late at night, more often than not you're with me. So I see you like this all the time. It's normal." He brushes it off like it's nothing, just showing that I truly don't bother him like I think I do.

"Oh." Is all I can manage. A moment of silence beats by before he rests his hand on mine.

"Don't worry. You're not a bother. I quite like seeing you smiling and laughing all the time even when it's borderline mania. How could I not love all of you." He smiles even though it's not directly at me. "In order for this relationship to flourish I have to love you equally and that's even without your medication. I still love you all the same."

His words bring a small smile to my face. The bouncing energy has left me for the moment, I can keep my eyes on his for more than just a brief second. This relief floods my chest and a weight feels lifted from my shoulders. I can relax like this knowing that he's okay with it.

"There you go." He urges. "You can relax now."

#stan marsh x reader #south park headcanons #south park x reader #stan marsh x you

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rawliverandgoronspice · 1 year ago

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Hello.

You and gay-jesus-probably have successfully made me question everything with your view that Tears of the Kingdom is imperialist propaganda, so that's been fun.

Anyway, I decided to share this discussion with the Zelda fans on reddit, and perhaps unsurprisingly, a lot of them disagreed. Here is what they said (I'm Alarming_Afternoon44):

So what do you think? Have I and all these other people just been duped by the game's manipulative framing? Or do they actually have a point?

And if you'd rather not answer this, or would prefer if I censored the usernames, just tell me and I'll delete this.

Hey! Thanks a lot for reaching out, and I'm glad it made you think stuff through!!

Honestly, as I mentioned in this post, I am not super interested about in-world conversations about who oppresses who, because what can be assessed from the game is super vague and more vibes-based than evidence-based. Within the text, of course that the Good Zonais are good and the Bad Ganondorf is bad! But that's my whole point! The narrative has been deliberately crafted so that the zonais and Rauru (and Hyrule) are as blameless as possible (and it's not doing a great job at it overall to be frank; we would not be having these conversations about how offputting it all feels for a non-zero number of people if it did do a great job). More importantly, I want to focus on what sort of real-life narrative it all parallels. Because people make stories, and people live in the real world.

Not going after everyone's throat here, gamedev is hard and the hydras that are AAA game production do end up doing super weird stuff, especially since the thematic ramifications are absolutely never prioritized (and it's also always the same kind of people who make the final calls and push out what can and can't be talked about also). And as fans, we tend to have trouble stepping outside the lens of lore and take a look at the bigger picture sometimes; not as an attack on any individual part of that decision-making process but to just pause, stop, and question our standards, our priorities and the kind of reality (or skewing of reality) the stories we tell each other reflect.

Again: do we want to take videogames seriously or not? If we do, then we need to accept they are a vehicle for ideology, just like any other artform. And sometimes, you push out questionable ideology, sometimes without meaning to, because you didn't unpack your own biases as you did. And it's even fine to do it, nobody is perfect, a 300+ people team spread over 6 years certainly will not be that. But that it wasn't prioritized is, in my opinion, a problem. As a narrative designer, I want games (at least the narrative side) to be held to a higher standard than this. It's literally my job to work with the industry so it can hold itself to higher standards of quality --so the whole TotK situation is quite frustrating to witness from a very pragmatic, work perspective where I already spend my days trying to convince people that things mean things. I have a vested interest here in not having the companies I work for being given a free pass by gamers to do literally whatever as long as it's fun, especially when we're talking about a billion-dollars company suing its own fans left and right for any perceived slight. Nintendo are not underdogs here. It's fine to point out they cut corners and maybe promoted messy ideologies, voluntarily or not.

So long story short: no I don't believe anyone here has a point in regards to what I think is actually important, which is why these choices were made in the first place. If you look at an imperialist text expecting the text to tell you that it's imperialist instead of recognizing a framing used for propaganda by yourself, you're never gonna find any imperialist text ever, obviously not!! I'm sorry if I sound a little gngngn here, but I don't know why audiences have, at large, this feeling that lore and story beat decisions materialize themselves already formed and without any human bias, meddling, intervention, internal politics or approximations (it seems that people can only conceptualize this part if they have actual names to attach to the story, but without clear authors it's like there are no authors and so no bias, which is... a very strange bias in itself). I can promise you that it does not work that way in practice: every narrative department on every big game is a battlefield --some nicer than others, but all of them very emotionally draining either way.

So yeah, I guess that on these grounds, I disagree with every point raised here. Sorry Reddit :/

But thank you for the ask and sorry if I didn't go more into details as to why. The big Why I Dislike Rauru Post and the Gerudo Post might have some more specific rebuttals, but I am not super interested in debating small detail stuff tbh. I feel like it's no use if the frame of reference isn't being understood in the first place.

#totk spoilers #totk #totk critical #thoughts #asks #yeah I just disagree with a lot of these in general but I just don't feel like going through them one by one sorry ;_;#feel like I'm starting to repeat myself #especially for a game I liked okay but will definitively not revisit in the long run #tho @ the last redditor: yes thank you for proving my point because do you actually know about afghanistan's recent history :))#like... who funded the mujahideens' war not so long ago :))))) and for what purpose :)))))))))#everything said by that redditor is 100% far right propaganda it's not even a little bit anything else it's textbook applied imperialism #it's.... yeah how do you want to have these sorts of conversations when the real life parallels are unackowledged #I don't know it's just.... so frustrating to me that so many people have such a hard time to unpack external influences in media #or do not know how to pull apart thematic framings from in-world fluff #sorry if I sound a little dry but it's just... it's all a bit tiring honestly #I'm glad this made you reconsider things! or that you took the time to read stuff through even!! thank you!!!#and thanks for compiling the whole thing!!#I feel like it's a good way of showcasing well... the narrative doing a good job at defending itself #but not disputing that the entire framing is deeply flawed #at least in my opinion

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fluffsheath · 1 year ago

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(TW: plush en-nerds) Very long post with many pictures. Mostly sfw, though one image has a mysterious object and some text is suggestive.

I have had some of my plushes for many years, some of which were even around when I was very young. I have also only recently learnt how to properly wash them. I used to just put them in the washer and dryer as is without taking the stuffing out. Over years, this has made them less and less soft and more like rags.

Mira here I have had since I was atleast 8-9(?). There is a photo of me from this time with a couple of plushes, and she is there with me. She's the only one of my original plushes to be with me currently. Some of them are across country and some of them are still at my abusive family's house (aka: lost forever). Her "character" to say has changed a lot since then. She started out as a generic milf, like I had with a lot of my plushes when I was a kid, but then changed into more of an anarchist type(?). She still has the protective nature, but she's not motherly in the slightest. I do not remember when this changed took place, as it was a while ago.

This is how lumpy she was due to the improper washing.

Obviously, the first thing I did was slit her throat and let all her insides run out. I think the stuffing looks like that due to it all being clumped together, but it also could be that she's more of a pillow pet type plush and that's just what pillows look like inside. The stuffing that was in her head still looked completely normal.

This is the part where I changed her eyes out. Her old eyes were a bit damaged. Also, in their I guess anthro forms, most of my plushes have different eye colors than what their actual body in the real world have, so I wanted to make them match.

There is something special about seeing a loved one gutted like a fish.

This is her new eyes, before I went to wash her.

Though, and this is a nsft tumblr, I wanted to have some fun with her in the shower before I wouldn't be able to get her wet again. Despite having no stuffing, her material still felt like her. I did not take picture of what happened, but I can assure you that it was very good.

I washed her with my other clothes because they were dirty and its 4 dollars per load.

After staring at the clock and waiting for her to dry, I brought her back to my apartment and sewed on a zipper. It isn't perfectly done at all, and I need to redo the sides, but it keeps the stuffing in and that's good enough for us.

Here's her after she ate 45 dollars worth of stuffing. Her belly was still a bit warm from the dryer and soft.

Her velcro straps are getting old and soon I will replace them with buttons. For now, I leave them as is and will maybe put baby pins in them if I get some.

This is her now. This was long overdue for her and I'm glad I finally got around to not watching youtube for 8 hours a day to help her. I love her so much.

Next time, I'm going to work on Chip.

#plushophilia #plushum #plushromantic #plush lover #plushophile #os/or #osor #nsft #stuffed animals #plushies

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pbandjesse · 7 months ago

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We are in Uganda! My body is a little confused sleepiness wise, but I am in a great mood. I think for this week I'm just going to write when I have downtime throughout the day, and post before bed. But that way I'm not forgetting anything and also not having to sit and write for an hour when I'm presumably tired from all the activities.

And while there are lots of things, we have been told that this is a place where things move slower, and to expect that. Which is fine with me, I have no real plan or schedule. I just want to have some experiences. Whatever that means.

I was able to get some sleep last night on the plane but after I did my post on our layover on Rwanda I was mostly awake. Our party was playing a card game during the layover and being a little loud and the woman in front of me and James was so mad about it. Like we get it, were all tired, but this is the last stretch and we will need to wake up a bit.

It's a little funny though that it's just so clear how American we are. I was worried about being to much but everyone in this group is so loud and boisterous and happy. Once we finally touched down in Uganda everyone was clapping and cheering and we got some looks. But we were just so happy to be off the plane.

My first impression of Uganda was humid but sweet smelling. It was a cool humid. Like I was still hot but it was with an undercurrent of coolness.

We got all gathered before we headed to immigration. It was very warm in that room but I was in a good mood. I was gross and very very ready to get to our room and get a shower. But that would come in time. First we had to get our visas approved.

The man who did mine was very nice. I was not prepared to have my picture taken but I didnt look to crazy. I was surprised that it is a whole sticker with my face on it inside my passport. But still very neat.

Once I was through I went to collect me and James's suitcases. Which thankfully made it without damage. They were slightly wet from the rain but I was just glad they were here safe. Everyone else would slowly trickle in and get their luggage. And they were all loud and excited. Clapping for us as we started coming through. The staff seemed a little shocked. Probably a combination of how early it was but also just being Americans. I texted Jess that everyone knew we were Americans and she said "the horror" which like. Yes. Embarrassing. Being known!

We would all have to get together to get on the little bus that Paul and Sam had coordinated. We got to meet Sam's uncle Joe who seems super nice. Everyone so far we have met has lovely smiles. I just want to make friends with everyone.

When we got outside my first big impression was that it is humid and smells nice. It was 430 am and I was having fun talking to Paula's sister Sydney about how me and James were able to bring so little bags. Everyone else has huge huge suitcases. I am always proud of how little I pack. It's a point of pride. Though now that we are in the country I do wish I had some different shoes. But shoes are always a struggle for me in travel. But everything else is perfect. And it was fun to discuss.

Getting all 19 of us on this little bus with the suitcases though just straight up wasn't going to happen. So uncle Joe would take all the carry ons and the big luggage would travel on the bus and we were able to squeeze everyone on. And we began the 40 minute drive to the resort.

We got to see interesting things right away. There is huge jackfruit growing all over. The buildings we saw were made of a late of tin and there are a lot of fences and security around things like the schools. We saw some stray dogs. Seeing vendors starting to set up for their day. I wanted to eat all of the foods. I was very excited to try as much as I can.

The drive was nice. We had the windows open. The breeze was great. And there was a lot of chatting and laughing and being silly. We were all so excited to go get clean and get some rest.

When we finally arrived the van struggled to get up the hill. We all were joking about having to lean into it or we would have to get out and push. But we made it there! And then through security.

We got all of our bags scanned. And then we were inside. It was so pretty! We had to give them out passports and visas to check in but we would get them back with our room keys. We had to wait about a half hour but we were all just chilling. Watching breakfast get set up. And discussing the day. We were all excited to hear new bird songs! As the world was waking up it was just so fun hearing birds we have never heard before.

We got our room key and James tried to lead the way but we went the completely wrong way. Oops. So we went back down and one of the staff walked us to our building which was a little down the way. And it was beautiful.

The room was not layed out the way I had pictured but not in a bad way. We have a balcony!! I am so excited about that. And the view is incredible. Like I am blown away. We can see Lake Victoria and some houses and trees and hills and I was just. Absolutely blown away.

We waited until our bags were delivered to take showers. But man was a shower amazing. I got my hair damp to put more conditioner in because the humidity is making me very fluffy. But I know I will just have to accept some amount of fluffy. I did bring my hot brush but I'm not to worried.

We finished getting dressed. Bug spray. Sun screen. And then breakfast!

We headed downstairs and others from our group were there. And I was excited to try things. Buffet was the best idea.

I want to try all the juices. Today I tried watermelon juice which was very nice. I got scrambled egg whites and their local potatoes which were fabulous. I tried a potato curry too which was great with the eggs. I did not like the roasted tomato but jersey tomatoes spoil me for most other tomatoes. I got to try watermelon yogurt which was great. I also tried a passion fruit and papaya. They were fine. But my favorite was the tree tomatoes. I had 4 of them. They tasted like really lovely sour candy. Incredible.

After breakfast we would go look at the plants and bugs. I took some pictures. But then we headed back to the room to rest.

We didn't plan on sleeping but we would sleep until almost 230 in the afternoon. And I was worried that it will mess up the sleep schedule later but this would be fine and was actually a really lovely sleep.

When we woke up I was in a good mood. The general plan was to meet the group at 4 to go to Sam's parents. But that would get moved to 7. So we had time to chill.

First we would stop at another room so James could get measured. I chatted with Uncle Joe and he laughed when I said how beautiful everything is and he was like you haven't even seen anything yet! But I did see the biggest snail I have ever seen in my life so I was still riding that high.

We went for a walk around the gardens. I would point out every bug and bird and small critters I could see. We found more jackfruit. And walked through the playground which has a full trampoline??? We would head down to the gift course, not quite on the lake but closer then we had been. I am just constantly amazed at how beautiful it is here. I can't wait to see more.

We joined friends at the bar and we're all fascinated by the conversion rate. My Pepsi with 8000 shillings! I hope to get some money to bring home as souvenirs. A lot of places will take us dollars and give you back Ugandan change but the dollars have to be nice and not torn or ugly.

Everyone here is so beautiful so far. The fabrics and cuts and everything has been so neat to see. I just want to people watch. And we would get those chances.

After we left the bar we wandered a little longer. And went back to our room to change into our nicer outfits. We would go and hang out in the atrium for a bit. James read on their tablet. I worked on some embroidery. Chatting and people watching. Paul's parents would come down and Paul Sr would show us some of the beautiful pictures he took this morning. We are all just having such a lovely time so far.

Me and James came back to the room and set up on the balcony. I cut more bracelet string. They read. We keep going "woah!!!" Whenever a bird flys by. And now we are heading to find the group again for the welcome party!

It actually took a while to get everyone together to leave for the party. We would meet everyone at the bar. Where I was invited to take shots but I declined. I still enjoyed saying shots shots shots.

It was a bit like herding cats. We would end up in someone's room pregaming and laughing. It has been really nice to be with the girls. I really like them. They are all so pretty and cool. And it's just been so nice talking to them.

When we finally found Paul and Sam and everyone was gathered we would get on the bus. One of the boys was almost left behind but he hustled and we were off to the compound.

And when Sam said compound she meant compound. We would drive through a market, almost all of the trip here was on dirt roads. It was fascinating. More tin buildings. Lots of people. Markers and children and dogs and so many motorcycles. The aspects of poverty are here, and from an anthropology angle it's fascinating, from a human angle I am not sure how to talk about it. I don't want to come across as patronizing, but I'm observing as an outsider from a place of privilege. I am fascinated by the society we have seen. It feels so far removed and different that I am just taking everything in best I can.

We started arriving at the compound and we were all surprised by how bumpy the roads were and that the tall concrete walls had barbed wire on the top. Someone made a comment about is it to keep people in or out? And how it is a little painful to see people have to fear their own community. But once we were past the gate we were in a paradise again.

It's dark out so we can't see to much of the grounds but the house Sam's parents have built is incredible. It's all clean lines and arches and lights. And as soon as we got here (after taking our shoes off to leave outside) we were greeted with hugs. And everyone has been so lovely.

Drinks and dancing and music and laughing. I got to give Sam's family the bracelets I made for them. And I have had some wonderful talks. Everyone is drinking and so happy and it's great. I am so happy for Sam and Paul. And the beautiful families they are bringing together. Like I could cry I am so happy for them.

And tonight has been so fun. I obviously did not eat the meat but James said it was amazing. One of the guys, Gabe, said it was incredible and James thought they were exaggerating but they were not. Everything I did have was so good. More potatoes and a slaw that was red and a salsa and avocado and naan. I also tried the papaya juice and it was all so fresh tasting. I would have liked a sauce of some kind because I like dips but I was still enjoying it so much.

I have been trying to just be very present. But as people are chilling and the dancing has calmed down (I was enjoying dancing too!!) and the speaker just died I wanted to get this finished up. I am not sure when the night will be over. But I'm really happy. This first day was so good. I can't wait to see what tomorrow is like.

I love you all. Until next time! Goodnight!

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