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theangelwithawand · 2 years ago

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No actually.

First of all, Joel. He cheated on his pregnant wife. That’s the first thing we learn about him. But that’s not why I dislike him. I have way bigger issues. We learn that Midge said no when he asked her out, and he didn’t accept this. He tells her that their song is “You Belong to Me” which is so creepy. He judges her drink choice, saying he’ll “fix it”. Amaretto sours are known for not having a lot of alcohol, so it’s kind of concerning that he’s judging her for something that doesn’t lower her inhibitions. He criticizes Midge for things that aren’t her fault (show sweater, him bombing). He introduces the kids to Penny without Midge’s permission, then gets mad at her when Benjamin surprises her at the park. The first thing Midge says is that she needs to clear it with Joel, but Joel doesn’t believe her and just yells at her and accusing her of leaving him. The audacity and double standards are unbelievable.

He lies to her about having no money and not owning their apartment.

He plans to move across the country, knowing that he won’t see the kids. He brings his very young children to live in a factory which he himself points out is full of dangerous, flammable chemicals and sharp, heavy machinery. He doesn’t want Ethan to see a therapist when he’s having sleeping problems. Everyone forgets about these events, which bothers me because everyone rags on Midge’s parenting but never Joel’s.

He never apologizes for what he did. After he and Midge sleep together in 1.8, he acknowledges that he didn’t apologize, but never actually does. Then he has the gall to say that he left because she was “a lot” and claim that he “never really left”.

What’s also concerning is that the minute after Midge puts her rings back on, she starts measuring herself. Part of this is definitely just the time period and definitely her mother’s influence, but it’s interesting how the two correlate.

Deep down, Joel is an insecure child who can’t let his partner be better than him. That’s why he has that fight with Mei about the liquor license. He says in season 3, that he knows he likes “conductors” but then gets upset when they act like conductors.

When he sees Midge perform for the first time, he throws a fit because Midge is good. She tries to work it out, but he just walks away, then refuses to get back together because he’s insecure. To be fair, I do absolutely understand his position here, I just don’t like how he left Midge in limbo about it. (She mentions that he won’t return her calls). Yet, he still tries to tell her where to live because he’s controlling.

Now, I like him considerably better in seasons 3 and 4. His Catskills characterization is actually really great. His support of Midge in court is actually really nice, and I like that he comes to her defense with the panty pose picture. His support of her career is actually really great and his relationship with Mei is really interesting and does a lot to make me like him.

Then we get to the Vegas episode. They wake up together and he feels guilty because of his relationship with Mei. To be fair, I don’t think that this is cheating because it’s clear they haven’t had the exclusivity discussion. I also understand why he is frustrated with the situation, however none of that is any excuse for how he treats Midge. Midge is joking about the situation, since there’s obviously nothing they can do about it now. He tries to slut shame her for “entertaining herself on the road”. Now, Midge isn’t doing that, but even if she was, that is her business. And he is no position to judge promiscuity after having flings with all of the factory models in season 2. Once again, the double standards are absolutely ridiculous.

I do wish he had told Midge about the money situation with Susie, and I blame both of their characters for keeping this serious issue hidden.

In season Season 4, I like him. I like that he wants to support Mei. This is really when I started to engage with Joel. He has great moments in season 2&3, but Season 4 has them on display more often.

Then…we get season 5. He blames Midge for Mei leaving and ending the pregnancy, something that I already analyzed earlier. He acts like he deserves a medal for being concerned that Midge is owned by the mob. He’s trading pictures of his ex-wife (specifically revealing ones where she looks younger. Ew). But the thing that bothers me most, is the set that he does at the beginning of 5.2.

He degrades her onstage, mocking her for not spending enough time on his jockey shorts. She was busy raising your children and cooking your brisket asshole. The worst part is, he does it for revenge. He says “turnabout is fair play”. Midge never talked about him for revenge. She did it because she was sad and embarrassed and needed a way to vent, because there’s not a whole lot of people in Midge’s life that actually listen to her.

All that said, I think Joel is really interesting. Michael Zegen does a great job portraying Joel with complexity and humanity, and people who send him hate mail are…rude to say the least.

However, the reason I hate Joel from a narrative standpoint, is because Midge is never able to truly get over him. He is not good for Midge, and deep down, he’s a selfish, spoiled brat who is only happy when everything is perfect for him.

Yes I’m a huge MidgexLenny fan, but I knew that wasn’t going to work. I wanted to see Midge happy yes, but not in such a reductive way. I wanted to see her stop her dependence on Joel, see her independent and thriving. That’s why Joel’s double standards bother me. He doesn’t want to be with her, but he also doesn’t want her to move on. He can move on, but she can’t.

Secondly, I hate what they did with Susie.

The gambling thing resurfacing made no sense to me. It was never even implied that she started gambling again after she lost all of Midge’s money in season 3.

I hate the fact that she went to Joel she never told Midge about it.

I hate the way she wasn’t the one to get Midge out from the mob and never told Midge about the situation. I don’t like the direction they went in with Nicky and Frank. I liked it better when they were actually supportive of another Rockaways kid. I’m not saying that they couldn’t have asked to get a taste, but they could’ve done it another way.

I hate that Susie couldn’t get through to Midge in season 4. Susie from seasons 1-2 would never have let Midge tank her career like this.

Once again, Alex Borstein is phenomenal as the character. My issues come from how the characters are being written.

I have a lot of issues with Midge in seasons 4-5. Like a lot of people, I am disappointed with the current trajectory of the show.

However, when I share my thoughts, whether they’re positive or negative, I am doing so because I have opinions that I want to share. I am not trying to diminish anyone else’s enjoyment, but rather engage critically with media I care about.

Season 5 Episode 6 spoilers below:

Gotta love how Joel went behind Midge’s back to solve the problem with the mobsters. He could’ve shown her the book or went back to her to raise his concerns again now that he had tangible proof. But no. It’s Joel, so he has to lie and go behind her back about stuff that pertains to her own life. This man has learned absolutely nothing.

Also hate that he’s trading pictures of her in prison. He specifically asks for the panty pose picture which is so gross. He got mad at someone for having it in S3 but whatever.

I almost rage-quit when Midge said she was still in love with Joel. I still hate her romance plots this season. Gordon is gross. The stalker guy is gross. Joel still sucks. The guy literally blamed Midge for Mei leaving and ending the pregnancy. Yeah Midge was probably still a little jealous since Joel was such a huge part of her life, but there’s a lot of concern for her children driving it as well. “I don’t want them calling you mom.” Is a line that especially has a lot of insecurity behind it.

I guess the rest of the episode was okay. Unsurprisingly, Alex Borstein was great, but I am totally on Midge’s side in regards to her fight with Susie. Susie should’ve told Midge the truth.

I almost cried at the ending.

I miss Lenny. But that’s why we have fanfic.

Also, I know it was a joke, but Midge says she and Susie had sex in Pensacola and refers to their fight as a “break-up”…so…I want to see that story.

#the marvelous mrs. maisel #tmmm s5 #tmmm #midge maisel #susie myerson #midge x susie #mrs. maisel #the marvelous mrs maisel #miriam maisel #lenny bruce #midge x lenny #midge x joel #joel maisel

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meowzfordayz · 3 years ago

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Author’s Note: feeling cheesy. 🧀🥰

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Hashira x Reader, Tokito Muichiro x Reader, Kamaboko x Reader

Word Count: ~3,500

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

~faqs~

celebrates every anniversary and milestone. for your relationship and individual achievements. keeps everything. memory box? more like memory boxes. goes through them with you each year on your official anniversary (as in, the day you become exclusive, although he certainly celebrates the day you first talked, the day of your first date, the day of your second date, the day you first had sex… does he have a calendar or is he just obsessed with you? likely both heh). movie tickets, dinner receipts, blurry polaroids. of course, not all celebrations are created equal. he doesn’t always go over the top. usually asks for your input before planning celebrations for the classics i.e. becoming official and moving in together. but it’s actually super sweet when you receive an unexpected Happy first time we held hands! text, or On this day ~years ago, I lent you my sweatshirt for the first time!, and Guess what today is? It’s our got-each-other-sick-and-cuddled-the-entire-weekend anniversary! badgers you about brushing your teeth. constantly concerned for you and your health. insists on kissing all of your bruises and scrapes. banged your shin on the coffee table getting up from the couch? kiss paper cut? kiss stubbed your toe? kiss burnt your tongue? French kiss paint and wine nights. grocery shopping together, splitting half and half, and choosing different check out lanes to see who’s goes faster. tossing pennies into fountains. 11:11. shooting stars. four leaf clovers. his love? as annoying (affectionate) as it is genuine — as splendid as it is simple. leaves no small gesture unnoticed. infinitely grateful for the little things.

spontaneously wakes you up at 1am to bake cookies. will laugh if you burn them, or if you forget to add the chocolate chips. is losing to you 4:17 in Monopoly. swears he’s going to win the overall tournament though. there is no tournament. talks to you in a higher octave when nobody else is around. doesn’t realize he’s doing it. you just make him happy. soft. squeaky. sidetracks anytime you walk past a playground to do the monkey bars. whenever there’s one of those carousel play structures, you somehow always find yourself clinging onto it for dear life as he mischievously spins you into the nth dimension. unless you get motion sickness. then you somehow always find yourself spinning him. do not get on a seesaw with him, because he will drop your ass to the ground without so much as a warning. his ulterior motive? getting to rub your sore booty afterwards. is simultaneously the most entertaining and most embarrassing partner to bring to formal, snooty events. will absolutely keep you attentive and giggling instead of yawning and nodding off, which is both helpful and unfortunate. helpful because it’d be rude to fall asleep. unfortunate because it’s also rude to be giggling. oops. is a master at bullshitting excuses to leave early, trading black tie attire for cozy sweats, stiff chairs for your snuggly couch. if you slowly but surely receive fewer and fewer invitations to such outings? oh well. his love? as whimsical as it is serious — as lively as it is tender. nurtures bravery and creativity. doesn’t give a damn about what they think. only gives a damn about you.

constantly buying you jewelry. not necessarily expensive. always thoughtful and artistic. handwoven bracelets in your favorite colors. earrings with your favorite gemstones. simple pendants. a small, silver heart. your favorite flower carved from wood. if you have a special connection to certain symbols (i.e. four leaf clover, yin and yang, Celtic knot), then he’s sure to keep an eye out for those too. rainy days. splashing in puddles. always holds the umbrella, because he’s at risk of accidentally losing an eye otherwise (height difference, yanno). but you still have to wear a raincoat, because, well, height difference (sure your head and hair’s protected, but if it’s windy, then your legs and torso are likely to get wet). actually. he has to wear a raincoat too hahaha, because he’s too tall for an umbrella to be entirely effective. scratch the umbrella. matching raincoats. not necessarily identical, but your aesthetics compliment each other. dressing room photos. Whaddya think? as you send multiple angles of the shirt you’re trying on. lovely color <3 does the fabric feel nice? because he knows some materials irritate your skin, and wants to ensure your comfort. It’s cotton! Super breathable is excited when you return home, satisfied gleam in your eyes. can’t wait to cook your favorite meal, treating you to the finest dining in the privacy and familiarly of your own home. hopes you’ll wear the shirt. his love? as appreciative as it is modest — as steady as it is honest. builds trust and longevity. sees forever in your smile.

personal photographer. not only when you want your photo taken, but when he wants to take your photo. 98% of his camera roll is you, 1% is you and him, and the remaining 1%? random shit. epitome of whipped, but in a healthy, non codependent manner. plans far in advance so he can balance work, friendships, and you. always wants you to feel like a priority, while also recognizing the importance of remaining his own person. still regularly uses you as an excuse to head home early though. yeah, he’s having fun, but nope, he’s not with you. not where he really wants to be. will chuckle at casual remarks of Missing [y/n] already? and Do you have each other on speed dial? you do. but does not tolerate any slander toward you. makes it unmistakably clear that you aren’t controlling or clingy or demanding. he craves how you laugh at his shitty jokes; how you playfully roll your eyes when he returns home two hours before he said he would; how you touch the scarred corners of his mouth; how you’re whipped for him too. doesn’t use social media. has exactly three posts on Instagram. a cringy photo of him from middle school (aka when he created his account) that he’s too lazy to delete. plus, at this point, it’s lowkey sentimental. a blurry photo of maybe the sunset or a tree? and you. no captions for the first two. <3 for you. it’s not a great photo of you, but you’re so ecstatic about even making it onto his Instagram to protest. his love? as embracing as it is deep — as unabashed as it is vulnerable. counts the hours you’re apart. with you, nothing, not even the sky, is the limit.

remembers your birthday. bonfire dates at the beach. always happy to lend you his sweatshirt. and his shirt. and his sweatpants. and his underwear. and his socks. you may not live together yet, but spending the night isn’t a hassle in the slightest because his wardrobe = your wardrobe. and obvi. yours also = his. always answers your calls, or calls you back if he misses them. calls you when he knows you’re busy just so he can leave you cute voicemails. if he can’t fall asleep beside you, then he’ll fall asleep on the phone with you. lets you know if he has a busy day ahead of him so you don’t worry or overthink about his lack of communication. surprises you with tiny gifts. a penny he found on his way to work. a dandelion, not yet blown on, so you can make a wish. a carton of milk at 9am because you texted him pouting about how you couldn’t make pancakes. if he ends up staying the whole day, and then the whole night? a happy ~accident. cries with you during sad movies. and if you’re not the type to cry? he still cries. pillow forts! perfect for winter Sundays. fairy lights, candles (although obviously not in the fort), snacks, aaand. naptime. because building a fort requires a lot of energy. will occasionally prank you if you drift off first. Sharpie tattoos, painting your nails. if you’re a heavy sleeper, then he’ll even attempt to change your clothes. keeps track of how long you take to notice you’re wearing a different shirt. your record is four hours and thirty one minutes. sunshine strolls! definitely a hand holder. doesn’t matter how hot or sweaty. he. adores. your. hand(s). totally lets you slip your hand into his pocket when it’s cold, because it ~forces you to walk closer to him. his love? as timeless as it is romantic — as cheeky as it is innocent. slow burn even as he falls faster than the blink of an eye. your eyes.

memorizes your favorite recipes. picnics in the summer. makes sure you’re hydrated. water, tea, coffee, smoothies. whatever you’re willing to drink, she’s happy to pour, steep, blend for you. refuses to let you pay when you dine out. constantly compliments you, but they’re all so unique and proudly stated that you don’t ever doubt her sincerity. wins you stuffed animals at the carnival. super competitive if you play the water shooter game. adores cotton candy. especially when you bite off a huge piece and she gets to split it with you. on that note. often helps herself to your food. not like, spoon, fork, or knife. Lady and the Tramp 24/7. enjoys sitting with your head in her lap. traces the edges of your ears. never forgets to text you good morning and good night. can fall asleep while you braid her hair. always wakes up when you wake up. if you go to the bathroom at 2:47am, then you should expect an I miss you text no later than 2:49am. clings to you the moment you get back in bed. guilty pleasure? when you nap in the afternoon. she has sooo many videos of you snoring, photos of you drooling. giggles if you ever vehemently deny her accusations, but doesn’t show you her evidence, because if you ask her to delete them, then she will in a regrettable heartbeat (#time to rebuild the stash). will do anything and everything for you in a heartbeat. unless it’s unreasonable or toxic? but obviously you aren’t like that in the slightest. she trusts you with her whole heart and wellbeing, just as you trust her with yours. her love? as generous as it is encompassing — as overwhelming as it is tentative. feels like a movie, but really it’s just Mitsuri.

buys you souvenirs from her travels (although she obviously prefers for you to just come with her!). teaches you how to shuffle cards. if you already know how to shuffle, then she teaches you how to destroy anyone and everyone in Poker. but she doesn’t believe in actual gambling. will only play for fun. will also play to strip, because you always end up naked. if something’s pissing you off and you tell her about it, then she’ll very likely end up even more pissed off than you. calls you during longer drives (assuming you aren’t in the car with her). both entertains and terrifies you with her road rage. has to assure you that No dear, I did not just run over that assfuck pedestrian and Of course not honey, I would never brake check a tail gating idiot. has a secret stash of your favorite snacks for grey days. refuses to tell you where exactly she happened to find your favorite chips Oh, in the far back of the pantry somewhere. does your taxes because she hates how stressed they make you. aaand, she’s pretty sure you’d either: never do them otherwise They’re confusing and annoying!, or pay an unnecessary amount to have a “professional” do them (no slander against accountants! but if she can do them for free, then why pay someone else?). tolerates the ungodly number of throw pillows and blankets slowly accumulating on the couch and bed. conversely, if you’re a minimalist: double checks that you’re okay with a new throw pillow or blanket before buying. she doesn’t care that much about interior decor and is fine if you’d rather not, but just thought the fluffy pillow matched the bedroom walls nicely. her love? as mature as it is teasing — as considerate as it unpredictable. keeps you on your toes, but never leaves you hanging.

happily does most of the house chores. loves when you wrap yourself around him as he washes dishes. pretends he can’t hear you while vacuuming until you get juuust irritated enough to stomp over, unplug the vacuum, and press an annoyed kiss to the corner of his mouth. pulls you into an impromptu tango in the kitchen for no reason other than to dance with you. enjoys watching you put on lotion. on that note, enjoys helping you put on sunscreen. doesn’t typically sexualize it. just genuinely appreciates getting to take care of you. will chase you, lotion in hand, if he notices your skin’s dry. similarly, will gently scold you while dabbing you with aloe vera if you sunburn. sucks at drying himself off after showering — forgets his entire back and forearms. intentionally? maaaybe. he really likes how you scowl, gently tug his towel from his grasp, and thoroughly pat at his skin as you mutter about how he’s such a manchild. always makes the bed. usually up and about before you. waits for you to wake up and meander drowsily to the bathroom. voila! bed’s made by the time you return. usually has to make it a second time though, because you do your best to coax him into cuddling. But you just woke up? he’ll remark amusedly. But I need my daily dose of morning snuggles? you’ll retort. and who is he to deny you? he feels badly that you typically wake up alone. it’s just that he rises with the sun and gets antsy if he stays in bed too long. fortunately, a daily dose of morning snuggles seems like a fair compromise that he’s more than willing to make. respects you, himself, and your relationship too much to ever argue or fight. only listens, communicates, apologizes, and forgives. jolts as your cold hands and feet seek his warmth, sweltering under the comforter even as you shiver beside him. You’re lucky I love you he chuckles. Partner privileges you huff My amazing space heater. his love? as traditional as it is doting — as selfless as it is endearing. iced beverage on a summer day. hot beverage on a winter night. just right.

jellybeans, Skittles, Starbursts — whatever the candy, he avoids your favorite flavors. so what if he’s indefinitely resigned to eating weird jellybeans and orange Starbursts? if you’re happy, then he’s happy. pillowtalk. offers to be your DD (designated driver) for nights out on the town. begrudgingly sings duets with you. will occasionally sing the higher harmony if he can tell you’re in a crappy mood. just to hear you giggle. even if it’s at his expense. because his falsetto isn’t, err, the most polished. usually asleep first, mumbling Don’t stay up all night, okay? before he passes out. also wakes up first, and brings you a mug of coffee or tea. expression fond as he mutters exasperatedly You totally stayed up all night. keeps tabs on your emotional, mental, and physical energy. asks your friends to come visit when he can tell you need company, convinces you to call out from work when he can tell you need rest, and invites you to work out when he can tell you feel lethargic. shrugs off your attempts to thank him. thinks you’re adorable when you’re upset (in general). can’t hide the faint shadow of a smile. Are you listening? This is serious you scowl. frowns as he notices your bottom lip quivering, eyes glossy as you stubbornly blink away tears. I’m listening he’s focused now albeit still thinks you’re cute Do you want advice? Or just my presence? whatever you want, he’ll do his best to provide. if you’re upset (at him), then he becomes almost unbearably anxious. not a push over, but definitely huge on communication and problem solving. lowkey clueless at times, so he actually appreciates when you’re tough with him. not unnecessarily cruel, but upfront and straightforward about your expectations and standards. gets a kick out of seeming like your aggressive, scary partner. in reality, he tips 25%, holds open doors for strangers, and always stands when riding public transportation. murmurs Careful when the bus/train jerks forward, smooshing you into his chest. I’ve got you as he touches his palm lightly to your hip. prefers writing heartfelt letters versus spending money on gifts. his love? as subtle as it is undeniable — as awkward as it is steadfast. you’re turning him into a romantic, and he’s enjoying it. sees himself spending his future with you. hears himself sharing his past with you. feels himself etching the present with you. permeating the essence of his very being.

leaves you notes on the fridge. especially if he leaves for work before you. I miss you already; Date tonight? Text me; You drool in your sleep; I ate the last bagel, sorry; I love you. notices when you’re biting at your bottom lip. tugs it away from your teeth. kisses you softly. murmurs How about you vent to me instead of chewing at your pretty lip? on the theme of fridge, he always keeps it stocked. knows your go to essentials, and is also prepared for spontaneous cravings. popcorn? there’s stovetop and microwave. ramen? there’s multiple brands and flavors. baking endeavor? there’s milk, butter, eggs, sugar, and flour. not to mention, he’s mindful of your dietary restrictions and/or preferences. casual gamer. enjoys answering your questions. frequently invites you to play. with him, or in his stead. infinitely patient if you accept. doesn’t mind if you’d rather watch. touchy. hand on your thigh while driving. head in your lap while reading. footsie under the table while eating. genuinely pouts if you try to wash yourself while showering together. that’s his job thank you very much. doesn’t initiate contact as often in public, but never flinches away either. hold his hand, cling to his bicep, poke his cheek. he’ll blush and adore it. he may be reserved, but he sincerely appreciates how wanted, needed, desired you make him feel. will he playfully smack your butt around others? no. but does he mind if you playfully smack his butt (around others)? not at all. takes you out to fancier restaurants just so he can experience the tongue-tied, wordlessness that hits him square in the jaw every time he sees you dressed up. Giyuu? Still with me? you teasingly nudge him with your elbow. he gulps. swallows. gulps again. someday, he plans to render you speechless. getting down on one knee ought to do it… right? his love? as quiet as it is mesmerizing — as delicate as it is unwavering. seafoam hugging your toes. seaglass glinting. shimmering splendor of sunlit ocean.

massages you the moment you complain about anything being sore. gets super invested in whatever tv show(s) you’re watching. probably knows more of the gossip than you. dutifully waits for your weekly binge dates because he’s loyal and would never watch ahead. sarcasm unintended. he knows how heartbroken he’d feel if you watched that show without him, so he absolutely wouldn’t commit such a faux pas. if you like spoilers, then he’ll happily research and give you a heads up about anything particularly significant. if you dislike spoilers, then his lips are sealed. he doesn’t mind either way — he knows he’ll enjoy the show(s) regardless. stargazing. knows constellations besides the Big Dipper. tries to teach them to you. They’re dots you roll your eyes I really can’t tell them apart! he laughs delightedly, not at all offended This is true. knows the trick to solving corn mazes (any maze, actually), but only chimes in after an hour of mindless wandering. doesn’t entertain attempts to flirt with him. sure he’s very flattered, but your comfort and feelings are his priority. that being said, if you explicitly tell him I don’t mind, then he certainly indulges in ego boosting conversations. and he somehow always manages to mention My incredible partner sooner rather than later. randomly puts things on higher shelves. demands kisses before helping you retrieve them. walks up the stairs behind you because you tripped one time, and now he’s convinced you’re clumsy and doomed to tumble unless he’s there to catch you. also because he adores your ass. encourages you to wear whatever the hell you want. will fight (literal and metaphorical) anyone and everyone who bothers you. his love? as dedicated as it is fluid — as sensual as it is playful. individual and headstrong, supportive and bold. affirms that mistakes are okay. that learning is beautiful.

#hashira x reader #kamaboko #preferences #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #zenitsu x reader #inosuke x reader #gyomei x reader #obanai x reader #tanjiro x reader #mitsuri x reader #shinobu x reader #kyojuro x reader #sanemi x reader #giyuu x reader #tengen x reader

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sapphire-strikes · 2 years ago

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Hi! If it strikes your fancy, I wouldn't mind seeing an expansion on HCs or anything for a sleepover at FK's place 😁 Only if you're interested, though!

It does indeed strike my fancy!

• As at home as you are at their house it's odd to think that they'd never stayed the night at yours. Since the events of the night started because Boris caught you upset, he's gonna be a bit of a worry wart.

• Silly Time™️ isn't exclusive to their house you know! Boris might lay it on little thick but that's cause he considers crying a big deal, even if it was over something small, so to combat your previous tears he has made it his goal to keep you cheered up for the remainder of the night.

• This leaves you in the precarious position of a potential tickle monster attack so be sure to choose your words and actions very carefully!

• While Kamal seems chill. He's actually just as worried. He might be sassy and sarcastic, but he does care about you just as much.

• When Boris first texted him saying that you were upset about something, he was originally going to respond that he'd swing by later with something to eat and just ask Boris to keep you company until then. But when Boris followed up that you had been crying, he dropped what he was doing and got in his car. Asked the guy at the Chinese place to be generous with the portions too.

• He's cool about it and gets a better understanding of the situation when he gets there, but he's still worried about you. He knows what pent-up stress can be like and sometimes it takes more than a good cry to relieve it all.

• So while you've got the green giant trying every which way to squeeze as many smiles out of you as possible, Kamal tries to pry a little bit, asking you about work and other little things that might give him a better idea of how you're actually doing without outright asking you what happened.

• Sure Boris has already backwashed into the gallon of milk in your fridge and Kamal is slowly getting concerned by your unhealthy eating habits the more he pokes around your kitchen but you really do begin to relax, enough that you almost forget why they are here in the first place.

• Boris acts like this is the first sleepover the three of you have ever had, and when you bring up that you've spent many nights at their place he insists that this is different!

"There is a big difference between staying the night and having a sleepover!"

"Is there?" You and Kamal ask in unison.

"Of course there is! We are going to watch movies and eat popped corn and stay up late having fun! That is a sleepover! And it is at your house this time, so it is extra special!"

• Boris is the first to crash, right around midnight (impressive for him!) on the couch beside you; leaving you and Kamal to half-watch the quieted TV and talk while finishing off your leftover take-out.

• This is when Kamal takes the time to actually ask you if everything's okay and you assure him that you are, sometimes feelings just bubble over.

"I know the feeling, kid, trust me."

"Yeah, Boris just walked in at the wrong time, haha..."

"Nah, I don't think so."

"Hm?"

"I mean, I'm glad he did. Otherwise, a little buddy of mine would have spent the night alone when they should have had their friends there to help them unwind." Kamal made himself comfortable in the makeshift blanket bed he'd made for himself on the floor of your living room. "In fact, maybe we should check up on you more often?" He joked, rolling onto his side and closing his eyes with a grin "But yeah, I'm glad he did, I'd even say that his timing was juuuust right."

There was some silence as you watched him settle down for the night, thinking hard on what he'd just said before looking between him and Boris and settling on the couch beside the latter, who was quick to cuddle you to his side, even while fast sleep.

"Yeah...yeah, me too."

• When you wake up the next morning, Boris is making breakfast for eveyone in your kitchen like he often does at his house, but you're not sure where he got half the ingredients since you're positive they were not things you had in your fridge.

#smile for me #sfm #boris habit #kamal bora #fk/reader #thank you for the request!

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spine-buster · 4 years ago

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The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Chapter 12

A/N: Thank you all so much for the positive feedback on the last chapter despite very minimal Willy/Aberdeen interaction. This chapter and the ones coming will definitely make up for it.

December 15th, 2019

Aberdeen Bloom was trying to get into the biggest gated house she’d ever seen in her life.

She’d taken an Uber up to the Bridle Path, the exclusive street in Toronto filled with massive mansions the size of her high school with their own private gates and tennis courts and and pools and indoor pools and indoor basketball courts and bowling alleys and wine cellars and all the other frivolous things rich people could build in their houses. She bet each one even had a heated driveway so that nobody in the house had to wake up at the crack of dawn to shovel. The Uber driver had already driven away, not even bothering to wait to see if she got in safely, so she hoped to be let in soon.

“Name, please?” a loud voice asked through the intercom-or-whatever-it-was system these rich people had for their house. She bet they probably had cameras too and saw her impatiently waiting outside.

“Aberdeen Bloom.”

“Abba-what?”

She rolled her eyes. “Aberdeen Bloom,” she enunciated more clearly. “Brendan Shanahan’s personal assistant.” She was starting to get annoyed that she had to attach that caveat for anybody in the hockey world or the rich people world to take her seriously.

The gate buzzed open, and Aberdeen walked quickly towards the front entrance, about the ring the doorbell before it opened magically for her. A butler. A butler opened the door for her and greeted her, offering to take her coat and letting her know she could keep her shoes on. There were waiters and waitresses carrying around plates of expensive looking hors d’oeuvres and others carrying around flutes of champagne. There was a giant, giant Christmas tree in the – the foyer? The reception hall? What did rich people call these things? – decorated with expensive looking ornaments, ribbons, and what Aberdeen thought had to be Swarovski crystals. It had to be at least 15 or 20 feet high. It was a far cry from her family’s Christmas tree, which was decorated with all the homemade ornaments she, Siena, and Camden had made throughout their years in school. She almost felt like she was in the Eaton Centre. There were even boxes upon boxes of presents underneath it, all wrapped with the same wrapping paper and with giant nametags. Jolly Christmas carols were being played through some sort of speaker.

She couldn’t believe rich people lived like this. She couldn’t believe she was in a house on the Bridle Path with these rich people. What had her life become?

“Aberdeen!” she heard her name being called. She looked to her side to see Brendan approaching her, leaving his wife speaking to whoever they were speaking to for a quick second. “So nice to see you! You look lovely as always.”

“Oh, thanks Brendan.”

“Come with me,” he said, guiding her towards the people he was speaking to. “Aberdeen, I want you to meet Dani Reiss, whose house we’re in. Dani’s the CEO of Canada Goose. Dani, this is my executive assistant, Aberdeen Bloom.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Aberdeen,” he said as they shook hands. Aberdeen was hyperaware of his handshake and the fact that she was shaking hands with yet another billionaire. She truly, truly couldn’t understand what her life had become. She wished Siena or Kasha were here to do all the talking. They were much better at it than she was, she thought. “How are you enjoying working for the Toronto Maple Leafs?”

Aberdeen chuckled nervously. She wondered if he really cared, but then remembered that they were having their Christmas party at his house, and he’d gone through all this trouble to keep them entertained, so he probably did. “Oh, it’s amazing! A bit hectic at times, but overall it’s been a great experience so far. Everyone’s just been so great and welcoming – you wouldn’t even know that I didn’t watch hockey before I got the job.”

That led to a chuckle amongst Brendan, Catherine, and Dani. “I bet a million people would kill for your job,” Dani commented through his laugh.

There it was again. That thing everybody said to her when they learned what her job was. She’d heard it for months now, since her first day on the job, and it was becoming abundantly clear with each passing day that it was something many people coveted. “I know, sir. I’m very lucky to have it and to work with such an incredible team.”

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Brendan smile. Dani was already smiling at her. “Well Aberdeen, mi casa es su casa! Feel free to take a wander, grab some drinks, and enjoy the food!”

She thanked them as they left her there, walking towards another group with Leanne Hederson. Aberdeen walked further into the foyer where the giant Christmas tree was, admiring it for a moment before looking around to see if she could see anybody she recognized. She knew that, at this point, she could walk up to any member of the team or the administration and join in on their conversation, but the setting was slightly different than what she was used to (at the offices, of course) and it made her a bit nervous.

“Brendan girl?”

Aberdeen visibly cringed. She looked to her side to see her absolute favourite person in the whole entire world, Ethan Baker, walking over to her with a drink in his hands. “Why are you here?”

She rolled her eyes at him. He did this at every event they attended, as if she wasn’t allowed to be there. “You constantly forget we work for the same team,” she said.

“Yeah, except one of our jobs is more important than the other,” he quipped. She felt like punching him right then and there until she remembered this was a Christmas party at a billionaire’s mansion and it was socially frowned upon to start fights at parties. “I didn’t know assistants were allowed to these things.”

“Peter’s here.”

“Doesn’t that mean you two should be helping the waiters?”

Aberdeen’s jaw dropped. “What is your problem?” she demanded.

“Aw, come on, I’m just ribbing you.”

“You know, just because I got the job over you—”

“—Cause you look really hot in those pants, Brendan girl.”

She stopped. She was shocked at what he’d just said. It had to be because he was already drunk. She couldn’t think of another plausible expectation. She couldn’t believe how hot and cold he was at these sorts of events, remembering what he was like at the Major Donor Gala. “Besides,” she said through gritted teeth, “being a waiter isn’t something to be frowned upon. A lot of my friends waited their way through university.”

“And you didn’t be a waitress or hostess? With the way you look, you would have gotten really good tips.”

She felt like spiders were crawling underneath her skin. She thought back to that day where she let him get in her head – when he’d called her a piggy for warming up a burrito. “Are you trying to flirt with me? Because you’re failing miserably.”

“I’m trying to—”

“Aberdeen!”

She looked to her side to see an excited looking Bee McTavish making a beeline towards her. Bee somewhat-stared, somewhat-glared at Ethan as she hooked her arm with Aberdeen’s. “You don’t mind if I steal her, do you? A bunch of her friends are just over there,” she nodded her head towards a group that included Jason and Jennifer Spezza, Morgan, and John and Aryne Tavares.

“I’m her friend,” Ethan quipped, smiling.

“I’m sure,” Bee nodded her head, grimacing every so slightly. “Have a good night,” she dismissed him before tugging on Aberdeen’s arm and leading her in the opposite direction. “God, that guy is such a skeeze,” she whispered to Aberdeen.

“Yeah.”

“Does he work here?”

“Tech and video playback,” Aberdeen informed her.

“Well, you’re with us now,” Bee smiled as she brought Aberdeen into the fold of the group.

Aberdeen greeted and hugged everyone before noticing Will at the tail end. She gave him a quick hug and a – God he smelled impeccable – and a cordial ‘Nice to see you!’ before he settled into his usual William behaviour. “What do you think?” he asked.

She knew he was waiting for one of her famous retorts. She took another look at his look: blonde hair, navy blue up top and an actual pair of burnt orange pants. She wondered if his fashionable status edged on the side of completely insane. Everything was tailored to perfection, and nothing was wrinkled or anything like that, but she couldn’t get over the orange pants. “You look like Sailor Venus.”

Everybody burst out into laughter. Even William smiled from ear to ear. “Alright alright, very funny Aberdeen.”

“You know I’m right.”

The group talked about their Christmas plans. This was Aryne and John’s first Christmas with baby Jace, so it was going to be extremely special for them. Morgan’s parents and brother were flying in from Vancouver to spend time with him and Bee. It was also Jason and Jennifer’s first Christmas in Toronto with their four girls – even though Jason was from here – so that was another special event that they’d be hosting at their house. William would probably be Skyping with his family in Sweden, having his own version of a family Christmas. It was unfortunate that whatever plans the boys had with their families would have to be cut short slightly because they had a game in New Jersey on the 27th, and it was even more unfortunate that because of a game in Minnesota, they’d all be away from their families on New Year’s – Aberdeen included. It was the first time she would be out of Toronto for New Year’s, and not spending the night with her family or out with her friends.

Jason and Jennifer ended up giving Aberdeen a tour of the parts of the house they’d already explored, with William following behind them somewhat lazily. She saw Ethan at one point and could feel him staring at her. There were a couple of different food stations, and she picked up some sushi and other appetizers on the way around. The house was expansive, and again, she couldn’t believe rich people lived like this. She could only imagine what the bedrooms looked like, or the basement, where she was sure there were ridiculous things like a bowling alley, or a 10,000 bottle wine cellar, or a home theatre.

Dani Reiss ended up calling Jason and Jennifer over, so Aberdeen found herself alone with William. William seemed to enjoy the situation, as he always did – the smirk on his face revealing all – but when Aberdeen looked past him, she saw Ethan staring at her again, pretending to talk to his colleague who worked in tech and video playback. She bit her lip nervously. She knew she couldn’t let him get to her, but he already had once before and it almost cost her the job she had – the one he so desperately wanted. She couldn’t let him keep doing this to her. She needed to be strong. She needed to be—

“Aberdeen.”

William’s stern voice broke her out of her trance. “What?”

“Did you hear anything I just said about how nice you look?”

“N—N—Yeah…yeah yeah, thanks,” she said absent-mindedly.

That wasn’t a normal reaction from her at all whenever he complimented her looks. Usually it was an eye-roll and a ‘stop it!’. William discreetly looked over his shoulder to where she was looking. He saw Ethan look away once he caught him. He whipped his head back towards her. “Is he messing with you?” William asked, his voice low.

“What? No no,” Aberdeen shook her head quickly. “Don’t worry about it—”

“Aberdeen, if he’s messing with you, I’ll fucking kill him—”

“Will, no,” she stressed. “Just leave it alone.”

“Is he bothering you?”

“No.”

“What was he saying to you earlier?”

“Nothing,” she said. There was no way she was going to tell him. “Just…just stupid stuff. Work stuff. It was honestly nothing.”

“You’d tell me, right?” William said. He’d asked that question before. She couldn’t discern his tone of voice but by the way he was looking at her she knew he was dead serious and knew there was at least a hint of worry. “You’d tell me if he said something, right? If he made you feel uncomfortable? Because I’ve already tried to talk to Babs about it, and I know he’s gone now but I have no problem speaking to someone on your behalf if you’re too scared to.”

She felt like telling him. She really did. But she couldn’t – not now, at the Christmas party, and not ever, because it was something she needed to deal with on her own. Somehow, at least. She didn’t know how she was going to deal with it, only that she had to. So instead, Aberdeen shook her head. “It’s fine, Will. Don’t worry. And yes. I’d tell you.”

So it was a little white lie. Who hadn’t told a little white lie in their life?

William visibly relaxed at her words. He finished his drink and placed it on the tray of a passing server. “You ready to go outside?”

“Outside?” Aberdeen looked at Will strangely. “It’s the middle of December. We’re staying inside, thank you very much.”

“Nooooo no no no no,” he chuckled and shook his head. He went to grab her hand but then remembered where he was, pulling it back towards his body. “Come on. Come with me. You’re in for the surprise of your life.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Hey Aberdeen! Willy! You coming or what?” Jennifer Spezza called out as she waved them down from the sliding doors leading to the backyard. “Come on! It’s time to skate!”

Aberdeen threw William a confused look. “Skate?”

They made their way towards the door, and when Aberdeen stepped through the threshold, she couldn’t believe what she saw: an entire skating rink – boards and everything – where she presumed Dani’s tennis court was, where some people were already skating. There were lights, people were laughing, and there was even a whole skate rental helping out. There were even fucking portable heaters. Again, she couldn’t believe rich people lived like this. She couldn’t believe that Dani would offer up his house, hire all the waiting staff, hire the catering staff, buy all those gifts, flood an entire portion of his backyard, and put up a skating rink so he could give the Maple Leafs a Christmas party. Those closer she walked to the rink with William, Jason, and Jennifer, the more she couldn’t believe it.

“What size are you, miss?”

“Uh, I’m a seven in regular shoes…” she said, not knowing if that made a difference. The person turned around to look for skates, and Aberdeen turned towards William. “I’m…I’m not good at skating at all.”

“You don’t have to be,” he smiled. “You’ve got a team full of hockey players to help you along, minskatt.”

“No no. I’m not just, like, saying that to be cute or whatever,” she said. She needed to make that abundantly clear because she was sure she was going to make a complete ass of herself. “I’m not good at skating. I don’t even know how to tie them up properly.”

“Again, you have a whole hockey team at your disposal,” William said with a giggle in his voice. When the skates were handed over, Jason took them before Aberdeen could. “You gonna lace her up?” William asked him.

“I’ve got it,” Jason nodded his head. “Aberdeen, go sit on the bench. And give me your right foot.”

Aberdeen felt powerless as she did as she was told. Jason shoved the skate onto her foot and kept it between his legs to tighten them and lace them up. Jennifer put on her own skates right beside her, and William was on her other side doing the same. “I feel like one of your children,” Aberdeen joked to them.

Jason smiled. “You’re practically the same age as Sophia.”

“Am not!” Aberdeen protested. “Sophia was born in 2010!”

“Yeah, and you’re born in 98. I’m born in 83. There’s fifteen years between you and I, but only twelve between you and Sophia,” Jason said.

“It’s practically the same thing!”

“No. You’re a baby,” Jason chuckled. “The both of you,” he nodded his head towards William, “are babies.”

Once her skates and helmet were fully on, and tight enough so her ankles weren’t moving so they wouldn’t snap in half, Aberdeen wobbled her way over towards the ice rink. She looked out onto the ice and saw Bee skating, screaming as she slipped and fell right into Frederik Andersen’s arms. The both of them laughed heartily as he held on to her like a knight in shining armour would catch his princess. Morgan called out to them in a joking manner, feigning disgust and annoyance.

“Aberdeen?” she heard William’s soft voice. Jason and Jennifer were already on the ice. She hadn’t even seen them get on. She had taken a while to psych herself up, apparently. “You okay?”

“I’m just being an idiot,” she shook her head, embarrassed.

“You’re not being an idiot, minskatt.”

“Says the guy who was in skates before he was in shoes with soles,” she tried to joke. “I work for a hockey team and I don’t even know how to skate well.”

Aberdeen watched as William extended his head. “Come on,” he said. “I’ll teach you.”

“Will—”

“Think of it this way,” he began. “If you fall and crack your head open, you’ll probably suffer memory loss and forget who I am.”

Aberdeen snorted and laughed out loud. She needed to hand it to William – he knew how to calm her down and diffuse any stress. “You’re the worst, Will,” she chuckled out.

“I know I am. Now come on.”

Aberdeen took his hand and stepped onto the ice gingerly. William pulled her away from the edge of the rink slowly. “Okay, bend your knees,” he began. “You can’t skate with tight legs.”

For an almost embarrassingly long time, William taught Aberdeen the basic ins and outs of skating. He was patient with her as he skated back and forth with her, pushing and pulling her along. He’d grab her if she tripped, wrapped his arms around her if she almost slipped and fell, and tried to make her laugh as much as possible. Jason would join in sometimes, holding her other hand as he and William pulled her along. Jennifer and Bee acted like her own personal cheerleaders. Eventually, she got the hang of it, able to skate around without having her hands out to balance her and with the ability to turn along the edges. Morgan skated by and joked she was going to replace William on the line with John. The smile on her face and giggle in her voice could light up the night sky.

For William, it was the best part of the night by far.

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Brendan was so happy that everybody was having fun; so happy to see the smiles on people’s faces as they skated around the rink, running into each other like bumper cars and taking group pictures. He loved seeing the comradery of his team outside the rink – the comradery of his entire organization outside of the offices. The Christmas party was a huge success, and he couldn’t be happier.

As he leaned his forearms down against the boards outside the rink, he watched everybody having a good time. A few of the players skated by to have a quick chat. Auston came first, then Jason and Freddie Gauthier together.

“What a great party!” William smiled as he skated up to him, looking out at everyone having fun on the ice.

Brendan nodded his head. “We’re lucky Dani invited us and did all this for us. Much better than some stuffy dinner, I think.”

“Definitely,” William agreed, nodding his head.

Brendan nodded his head too, following William’s line of sight. Aberdeen was posing with Bee McTavish, Aryne Tavares, and Courtney Muzzin. Brendan smiled. “Be careful, William.”

William’s brows furrowed at his words as he turned to look at him. “Sir?”

“She can’t do anything with you until she leaves,” Brendan said, standing upright. “And you can’t do anything with her.”

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dailytomlinson · 4 years ago

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Back in December, a month before Louis Tomlinson’s debut album Walls was released, I had the honor to attend one of his album release parties in Atlanta, Georgia.

I expected my year to go differently: to travel across the country to attend several Louis shows. Little did I know sitting in the local bar in Atlanta it would be the last time I would see the musician who changed my life for the foreseeable future.

Even though nine months have passed, I can still say it was one of the greatest days of my life.

The three-hour drive to Georgia felt like five, but once the Atlanta skyline appeared over the Interstate, my mind filled with anticipation and excitement knowing I would hug Louis in near hours and hear Walls for the first time. Being in a bar with Louis just hanging out with only a few selected fans seemed unfathomable. We checked into our downtown hotel, which was paid for by Sony, and got ready with only a few hours to spare.

Once the Uber dropped us off at the bar, reality hit me. I would be in close proximity inside with the artist who shaped and saved my life — and I just wanted to remember it forever. I wanted to stay frozen in this moment. As we waited outside, the radio host, Adam Bomb, handed us papers to write our questions on. He reminded us to keep the questions respectful and music-centered if we wanted them to be considered. My question was, “I know songwriting is the major part of the album process for you. Can you talk a little bit about your songwriting process?” It wasn’t asked, but one of Bomb’s questions was about his writing process.

Fifteen long minutes waiting outside in the cold, and we were inside. The radio station confiscated our phones at the door to protect Louis’s unreleased music. A couple of tables surrounded a high chair, where Louis would sit for the interview.

My friends and I sat at a table straight across from the chair with a clear view of Louis. Adam Bomb sat in the chair next to Louis’s, and he flipped through the cue cards for preparation of the exclusive event.

“Please welcome to the room, Louis Tomlinson!”

Louis, dressed in a black sweater, jeans, and the usual sneaker, walked out from a curtain in the corner of the room. Smiley and waving, he admired the small room of fans who cheered and shouted for his entrance.

He sat in his chair, inches from where my friends and I sat, smiling occasionally at our table. Adam asked Louis a couple questions about the album (I can’t even recall what because I sat there in silent awe admiring him). It was the happiest I ever felt. It was an out-of-body experience where I wanted to pinch myself to wake up. I just couldn’t believe this was real.

As Louis exited the room, Adam talked to the crowd about how special and exclusive it is for us to hear songs from an unreleased album. He reminded us to be respectful and to enjoy Louis’s hard work.

The first track played. “Too Young.”

The audio was extremely quiet, and Louis shouted from behind the curtain, “Oi! Turn it up!” We all laughed, and Bomb turned up the volume letting the poetic words be heard. The room was silent with everyone intensely listening to the love song. I sat with my jaw open, and tears immediately filled my eyes. I couldn’t believe Louis wrote something so poetic and purposeful. Immediately, I knew this album would be better than anyone expected.

Louis’s photographer, along with the radio station’s, captured fans’ reactions and even recorded and photographed my friends and me from across the room. I felt so humiliated that my tears and freak-out with my friends were being documented, but one of the workers later told us our reactions made the room fun and she could tell how much he meant to us.

Later, a photo of me and my friends was plastered on Louis’s and the radio’s social media.

We listened to “Perfect Now” and “Walls” and there wasn’t a dry eye in the house. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Louis peaking around the curtain wanting to see our reactions to his years of hard work. He signaled to his security guard to give us tissues and he came to our table and handed us napkins for our tears.

After we listened to the songs, Louis sat back down for the interview. He said it was a beautiful thing to see a reaction like that from fans after working so hard as a solo artist. It was evident he loved being in a room with fans, we mean so much to him and we make him extremely comfortable.

He talked about the tour and how he wanted to keep it authentic and intimate for the fans. Bomb asked about his Live Life Love show in Nashville days prior, which I attended, and when we clapped he laughed and said, “Yeah, yeah, you were there.” I couldn’t believe he remembered us from the meet-and-greet just days ago.

Bomb followed up with his joke and asked if he sees fans freak out on the front row, and then he pointed at us and said, “You’ve been front row, I know you have,” smiling and laughing at our shocked faces.

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Bomb asked a couple of fan questions. Louis talked about his writing process, tour, and Walls. The interview was kept professional and exciting, which I appreciated.

After the interview, Bomb invited everyone to the front for a group selfie. Things became extremely intense when Louis was almost mobbed by fans who shoved chairs down to run up to him. Rylee, a fan Louis donated money to make her home accessible, was blocked by fans from coming to the front to be seen. At this exact moment, I knew I spent ten years of my life supporting the right person. He firmly asked the girls to move so Rylee could come to the front, and when they didn’t, he walked to the back and moved a chair out of her way so she was able to be seen in the photo. I wanted to sob when I saw him go out of his way for someone who has spent most of her life looked over. He truly has a heart of gold.

After the selfie, we lined up for the meet and greet with him. His smile was so contagious and he greeted every fan with a warm hug. He signed Donny jerseys and drew tattoos for fans, and as the line inched closer, my eyes filled with tears and my heart raced. Before I knew it, my friend was hugging Louis and he looked me up and down, arms wide open for a hug greeted with a huge smile. We talked briefly, I hugged him again, and I walked off. It’s hard to put into words, but his positive energy is contagious and hugging him feels like home. He’s such a special soul.

After I met him, they made us leave the bar, and my friends and I waited to wave him bye as he left. I wanted to have a tattoo drawn by him, but my anxious mind forgot. Maybe one day, though. My friends and I hung outside for a while and the radio team interviewed us for their social media.

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To be in the room for such a special moment to share with an artist you’ve looked up to is truly the greatest feeling ever. I never want to forget how happy and excited I was during those thirty minutes. Leaving the party, I wanted to be able to listen to the songs over and over — but I couldn’t for another month. Being one of only a handful of people who heard Walls before its release was so special yet so tough at the same time. It was hard to keep everything to myself and not leak spoilers, but I knew I had to do it for Louis. I wrote down lyrics and everything I could remember from the album to cherish until Walls was released.

My closest friends were able to join me on this once in a lifetime journey, and here’s what they had to say about the experience.

What was your favorite moment from the party?

Caitlin: My favorite moment was telling him that I would see him four times on tour. His response was, “Thank you, love,” and he looked so happy when I told him that.

Bri: My favorite moment from the listening party is whenever we took the group picture with Louis! He realized this little girl named Rylee wasn’t anywhere near and went out of his way to go help her get into the picture. He ended up putting her in the front with him and that just warmed my heart to the max.

Makayley: My favorite moment from the party was definitely hugging him and watching him interact with Rylee, but I also loved listening to the songs with everyone and the excitement of it all.

How did you react when you found out you won?

Caitlin: It was super last minute when I found out I was able to go. I was super excited because I have always wanted to attend a listening party.

Bri: When I found out I won passes to the listening party, my mind went everywhere! I was crying, shaking, screaming, and panicking. I was the last winner, the last hour. It was CRAZY!

Makayley: I had a panic attack in math class and um thirty minutes later (oops)

What was your favorite song from the three we heard?

Caitlin: My favorite song was “Perfect Now.” Something about it put me in the feels.

Bri: My favorite song out of the three we listened to has to be “Perfect Now.” The lyrics spoke to my soul. Especially the lyric that said, “Keep your head up, love.” Just due to the fact, I’ve gone through some difficult times in life and just hearing that sent me into orbit. I was crying a lot at first but then went into a place of peace and happiness.

Makayley: “Walls” definitely.

What was your initial reaction from the songs?

Caitlin: I was really impressed with the lyrics. Being able to listen to those songs for the first time was super special. I thought the sound was definitely in his lane.

Bri: I could not just have one reaction to the songs we heard. I was happy, sad, surprised, a random emotion you can’t even describe.

Makayley: I was just really proud knowing how hard he had worked on it and how far he’s come.

Did Louis answer your question? What was his response

Caitlin: Louis did answer my question about which song off the album are you most excited to play on tour to which he responded, “Probably ‘Kill My Mind.’”

Bri: No, Louis did NOT answer my question but I was happy with the ones that did get answered.

Makayley: No.

Do you wish they did anything differently about the party?

Caitlin: I wish they would have allowed us more time to talk and spend with him. the meet and greet was rushed I think. but overall it was a fun experience.

Bri: Absolutely not. It was fine as it was. So close together, we all understood each other, etc.. It was amazing!

Makayley: No, I liked the way it was very chilled out and in the setting, it was (my only problem was with the accessibility of it).

What was meeting Louis like for you?

Caitlin: Super special. it was so nice to get to say hi to him and just tell him how much I love him and couldn’t wait to see his tour.

Bri: Meeting Louis was anxiety-filled. It was my first time ever meeting one of the people I look up to. Overall, it was an amazing experience. Louis was the sweetest and most genuine person ever!

Makayley: Meeting Louis was definitely a monumental moment as for all he had helped Rylee and myself with. But, hugging him definitely got me through a rough patch, and the feeling that the hug gave me still helps me to this day.

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champagne-bucky · 5 years ago

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Come Sail Away ⛵️

Summary: You and Bucky go on a vacation which leads to an unexpected turn of events.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, SMUT, dub-con if you squint, fingering, hand job, spanking, daddy kink.

Notes: Hey everyone! This is my entry for @imanuglywombat ‘s Ugliest Wombat Challenge. This theme that I chose is Beach Babes so here’s what I came up with. This was loosely inspired by the TV show The Nanny, if you know the episode I’m referencing then you know it’s about to go down. Anyways, please like, comment, reblog, inbox, and follow me for more!! Enjoy :)

The warm summer sun was beating down deliciously on your skin. The salt from the bright blue sea infiltrated your nostrils and was filled with with the scent of summer. Ah, summertime, where the days were unbearably hot and the nights mimicked the same. Less clothing to be worn and not a care in the world.

You welcomed the warm weather with open arms. After dealing with a gruesome winter, and a spring which brought no tease of its following season, you were more than ready to throw your heavy coat into storage and get on the first bathing suit you could find. Yes, summer was here and you were drinking in every inch of the wonderful season.

Work was rough this winter. Spending days to sometimes months in places that weren’t your own bed, sleeping in the most horrid conditions, and worst of all, the inclement weather had gotten you sick more times than you could count on both hands. Well, that’s what you signed up for with being an Avenger and all. You might not have super soldier serum to suppress the frigid air or a suit which comes with a built in heater to offer a blast of warmth in all the right places, but you have a nice week long cruise (courtesy of Tony) to forget about those lone nights in Siberia which ended up leaving you bed ridden for two weeks.

Now you’re here, standing on the ships edge looking out of the vast ocean. Not a singular care in the world crosses your mind. You craved this, you craved the peace and bliss.

“You stay out here any longer I’m afraid you’ll jump overboard and be one with the fishes,” Bucky chuckles from behind you and startles you.

He was asked by Tony to “keep watch over you” which was code for “Barnes you need this vacation just as much as her, please for the love of God relax,” however, Tony would never tell him that. Bucky enjoyed working, a little too much. After all this time he was finally able to be the good guy for once and did whatever he could to keep the newly acquired bravado intact.

“Barnes, didn’t expect to see you so close to me. Usually you’re hiding out of my line of sight, or so you thought,” you muttered the last part to yourself. He was really taking this watching over thing seriously.

“Was getting bored. I’m starting to think this mission was more a vacation for me and you,” Bucky shakes his head and chuckles.

“You’re just now figuring out Stark’s master plan?” You kiddingly scoffed as Bucky rolled his eyes at you. “Ya know, you really could use a break.”

“I got all the time in the world to have a break.”

“Oh yeah? When?” You challenged him.

“When I’m dead,” Bucky winked at you before walking off to his room, announcing that he was going to take shower.

“Oh before I go, dinner later?”

“Depends will you be sitting with me or sitting from afar like the last couple nights?” You kid with him and he rolled his eyes.

“You’re a real pain in my ass, ya know that?”

“Hey, someone’s gotta be,” you winked and Bucky turned away fast, mainly to hide the blush spreading on his cheeks.

“See ya later,” Bucky called out to you.

—

Debating on whether or not was a good time to pull yourself away from the amazing view of the ocean, you had to sadly leave your peaceful space on the balcon and go meet Bucky for dinner. A quick shower and a few shimmies into the beautiful gown Natasha lent you later, you were on your way to dinner.

Tony gave his team nothing but the best. From top of the line technology and the best clothes money could buy, he made sure that you and Bucky got a luxurious treatment while on this vacation. This included dinner at the most refined restaurant on the ship’s deck. It was so exclusive that you needed to book your reservation there first before you booked your tickets for the cruise. Of course, Tony being Tony, and your title as an Avenger, made it easy for the restaurant to put your names down in their coveted black book of mile long reservations.

Now here you are, standing a little ways from the hostess desk waiting for your beloved co-worker. While you waited you took in the beautiful scenery of the restaurant. So classy and elegant you felt out of place even if you had on an expensive gown. You were so caught up in the extravagance that you didn’t notice a hand at the small of your back.

“You clean up nice,” Bucky stood next to you in a suit and tie. He had recently cut his hair before the trip, but that didn’t stop him from throwing in a little gel.

“I could same the same for you too. New product?” The two of you made small talk as Bucky gave Tony’s name for reservation.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, the hostess eyed both and you up and down and warily took you to your table.

—

Dinner was fantastic. Like the restaurant’s atmosphere the food also had an elegant taste to it. The wait staff was equally classy and charming to all the patrons too. You and Bucky were sipping on expensive wine and dining on fine desserts until a waiter, not yours, approached you.

“Did we enjoy everything so far?” Bucky looked at the man confused.

“Yeah, yeah everything was great thank you,” being the polite person you are you gave the waiter a smile.

“Well we love hearing that customers, let alone two Avengers, are enjoying the establishment. Anyways, I was sent to come tell you that the captain has requested your presence at his table overlooking the sea. A little birdie told me you two enjoy quite a view,” Bucky was on guard at all times during this exchange. It’s not that he didn’t trust the waiter it was that he wondered why their waiter wasn’t getting them.

“Sounds good to me. C’mon Buck let’s go,” you stood up and began to follow the waiter. Bucky reluctantly got up and pulled your arm so that you were walking at his pace.

“Don’t you think it’s a little fishy that right after we get done eating the captain wants to see us?”

“Oh Bucky, who cares! Maybe he didn’t want to interrupt us or something,” Bucky was always a paranoid person.

“I just got a bad feeling about this that’s all,” you giggled and shook your head in attempt to brush off Bucky and not appear rude towards the waiter.

“And here we are! Captain Richards will be out momentarily,” and just like that the waiter was gone leaving you and Bucky to your own devices.

Not long after Captain Richards appeared. He offered you both a glass of wine and you both drank. Bucky was a little hesitant but decided to drink after you made a move to your second glass. Soon, one glass turned into almost half a bottle of expensive wine gone. You were swimming and Bucky was grinning like a mad man.

“Sergeant, would you mind fetching me and this beautiful young lady another bottle? I’d get up but I don’t have your tolerance and can barely walk a straight line,” Bucky was happy to oblige and went to Richards quarters.

“So when will you be leaving us Ms. Avenger?” Richards asks you.

“Bucky and I dock in two days in Mexico. We were planning on flying back to New York,” you slowly got up and ran over to the balcony. Your drunken state was taking in the dark misty waters.

“Well we will be missing you greatly Miss,” Richards has his hand on your back, lightly pressing you into the railing. “It’ll be such a shame that no one will be seeing you anymore, around the decks I mean,” you eyed the older man up and down. What did he just say?

“It’s such a shame, I do like you and your little partner but in order for us to continue our plans we can’t let the law, let alone a group of super freaks, ruin it,” with a harsh shove your body was lurched off the balcony.

Your reflexes hit fast and you snapped out of your inebriated state. Last second you cling onto the very last bar of the balcony. Your heels were knock off and sunk into the water.

“Little shit c’mere,” Richards growled as he stomped his heavy boot on your fingers. He crushed down so hard and you almost didn’t budge but your grip was weakening. He squished and scraped both hands successfully off the bar and you fell into the ocean.

“Y/N? Captain? Is everything alright,” Bucky emerged from the captains quarters with a new bottle of wine.

“Oh Sergeant, please help! Your comrade just flung herself overboard!” RIchard’s yelled.

“What! Oh fuck, Stark’s gonna kill me! Hang on I’m coming! You gotta stop the boat. Alert the coast guard,” Bucky struggled to free himself of both shoes. He made is way over the balcony and plunged in to find you.

“Will do Sergeant,” Richards grinned evilly when he heard a solid plunk in the water. “Will do.” The captain chuckled darkly before pulling up a com on his wrist, “the threats have been eliminated. Hail Hydra.”

—

13 hours missing

You awoke with a gasp. It felt like air had hit your lungs for the first time in ages. Your body was wet and the gown was sticking all over you, not to mention the sand in unwanted places. You barely had a chance to register your surroundings.

“Bucky? Bucky!? Bucky are you here?!” You finally stood up, legs wobbling a little, and you tried to find your super human friend.

“Oh fuck, Bucky are you okay?” After walking down a long strip of beach you found him. His face was planted in the sand and his shoes were long gone. He seemed like he was breathing but still unconscious.

“BUCKY WAKE UP,” You yelled and pushed Bucky with all your might to turn him over. Bucky, much like you, awoke with a gasp and claimed as much fresh air as he could.

“What? Huh, where are we? Y/N?! Oh my god, you’re okay?!” Bucky was a babbling mess and couldn’t even form a coherent sentence.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. Richards threw me off the boat!”

“Threw you? He told me you got drunk and fell over! That fucking bastard!”

Bucky began to explain how he jumped in after you and grabbed you. He saw the boat wasn’t stop so he tried his best to swim after it. Not long after he grew tired and the waves were picking up. Low and behold here you both are, trapped on a deserted island.

“Fuck,” you breathed out.

“We are so fucked,” after a while and sitting around and doing nothing you and Bucky decided to make some type of shelter.

“You think they’ll find us?” You questioned.

“They have to. They’ll know somethings up when we don’t come back,” Bucky finished putting together a leaf type hut and was now getting wood for a fire.

“What are we going to do?”

“There’s nothing to do. We gotta wait it out and hope they’ll come looking for us,” Bucky sighed and hauled over some wood from fallen tree branches.

You could only hope Tony and the team would come looking for you. Neither you or Bucky had an idea of how long you’ve been on the island. Clearly not long enough that neither of your starved, but still there was no matter is finding out when someone would rescue you.

—

One week missing

“Buckyyyyyyy,” you groaned irritably, “I’m so hot and so hungryyyy.”

It had been over one week since you both fell overboard. No one had come to rescue you yet and your were becoming impatient.

“I told you that if you’re so hot to rip that fucking dress and make it shorter,” Bucky grumbled.

Bucky had been done with your shit by now. The days and nights were so unbearably hot that you both were losing your minds. Bucky had ripped up his suit into shorts a wore a t-shirt under his suit. It wasn’t much but it had to do.

“But I can’t! Natasha will kill me if I rip her dress,” you whined for the millionth time.

“The heat’s gonna kill you before she does,” you gasped at Bucky’s rude comment.

“Don’t say that. Don’t say we’re gonna die out here!”

“I’m not gonna die but you will if you don’t rip the fuck dress,” Bucky’s voice grew louder. You’d be damned if you had to rip this dress.

“Buckyyy,” you whined his name again.

“WHAT!” Bucky yelled in irritation causing you to shift back from where you were sitting.

“I’m hot,” you really were driving him and yourself stir crazy.

“I can’t fucking stand this shit. C’mere,” Bucky lunges towards you and you tried to scramble away. He was fast and grabbed your ankle.

“Aww you’re hot sweetheart? Lemme fix that,” he grabbed the gown at the bottom and tore a big slit. It was torn all the way up your thigh. It showed everything and nothing at the same time.

You tried to kick him off but he worked too fast. Bucky made his way towards the middle of the dress and ripped right below where your breasts were. He easily made the expensive gown a shitty slit skirt and a crop top. Sure, it felt a little cooler, but now you almost felt naked in front of your co-worker.

“The next time I hear you complaining I won’t hesitate to rip that outfit to shreds,” you choked back a gasp as Bucky got up and made his way to get more firewood. You almost missed the hint of lust in his eyes

—

Two weeks missing

Your body was dirty, your stomach barely filled, and damn it it was getting more and more hot as the seconds ticked away. You starts to lose hope that anyone would come looking for you and Bucky. Speaking of, Bucky was becoming more and more irritated with each passing day.

His words to you were clipped responses or inaudible grunts. You were almost afraid to ask him a question in fear that he would kill you. Of course he wouldn’t, but you didn’t want to hear him yelling at you anymore.

Night had fallen and the bugs started to come out. Icky mosquitos leaving scratchy bite marks all over both your skin. Bucky would slap a few on himself every so often, but you kept scratching away.

“Stop doing that,” Bucky spoke as you dig your too long nails into your skin, “you’re gonna bleed from all that scratching.”

“I can’t, it’s so itchy. How am I suppose to get them to stop?”

“There’s a hot spring a little ways into the woods, I can show you and you can shower off,” he tried to be nice, but his irritably was peaking through.

“Ew gross, you bathed in there too,” you didn’t want to get naked on this island, hell with how Bucky’s been acting who knows what he might do if he saw you naked.

“So I’m gross now? After all I’ve been doing for you? You think I’m gross,” Bucky’s eyes narrowed in on you.

“It’s just, you used that spring too, so isn’t that like contaminated?” You tried your best to put the words nicely but Bucky wasn’t having it.

Bucky chuckled, “I can’t believe this. I gave us a shelter, I’ve been busting my ass to get you food, fuck I even dived into the fucking ocean to save your ass. And you,” he seethed, “you—you are so fucking ungrateful and I’ve just about HAD IT!”

You froze in your spot as Bucky yelled at you. Tears were brimming your eyes as you tried not to let them fall. He was right, you have been acting a little bratty, but you chalked it up to blame on minimal food and heat distress.

A tear spilled from your eye and you looked down to wipe it away. The last thing you wanted was for Bucky to see you cry. What you didn’t realize, was that Bucky made his way over to with hatred in his eyes.

In one swift motion, Bucky grabbed you by your knotty hair and positioned you across his lap. Your eyes widened as you began to kick and push yourself away. You only stopped when Bucky laid a smack on your ass.

“Stop moving,” Bucky spanked you again.

“I’ve been nothing but kind to you and this is how I get treated,” *smack*, “given you shelter,” *smack*, “food,” *smack*, “would it be too hard to get a simple THANK,” *smack*, “YOU,” *smack*.

Bucky assaulted your bottom five more times before he heard you crying. He pushing you off of him and you laid face down in the sand. He brushed off your cries and walked past you.

“C’mon let’s get to bed. If I so much as hear a sniffle your ass will be redder than a sun burn,” Bucky sauntered into the hut leaving you in the sand to collect yourself.

—

Three weeks missing

You avoided Bucky like the plague. The only time you would see him was when you went to bed. He left you your food for the day but you ate it long after he went to sleep. It was a good system, for you at least. All that was on your mind was forming a plan out of here.

The day was no hotter than the last, if not more. You ended up tearing off more of the gown and made a short skirt for yourself. The only problem was the little slit but you didn’t care. It’s not like anybody was going to be looking, or touching there, anyways.

That’s another thing you were mad about. Almost a month since you got stranded and you were feeling deprived of touch. You wouldn’t dare touch yourself with Bucky sleeping next to you, and sadly your discreet toy was hidden away in your suitcase. It was probably tossed overboard so the ship wouldn’t be held responsible.

You gnawed at the tiny wet sensation between your legs. You wouldn’t be lying if Bucky’s half naked form wasn’t turning you on. Oh, and getting spanked had you withering a little during the nights. You longed to find some sexy guy on the cruise that would fuck your brains out. Sure, Bucky isn’t ugly, but he is your co-worker and you don’t like mixing business and pleasure.

“FUCK, Y/N!” You heard a scream coming from the woods.

“Y/N, HELP ME PLEASE!” You ran towards where the screams were coming from.

You saw Bucky stumble out of the woods. His shirt was off and only a pair of boxers on. Bucky was grabbing his thigh which was dripping blood.

“Oh my god, Bucky what happened!”

“I was bathing in the fucking hot spring and when I got out this stupid fucking snake fucking bit my fucking thigh,” he was curing up a storm and clenching his jaw hard.

“Was it poisonous?”

“Y/N, I don’t know, but if it is then you need to suck the poison out,” Bucky started to lose his balance. You held him up but he kept sinking down.

“Please, I’m sorry, help me,” Bucky has tears in his eyes and was shaking.

“Okay, okay I’ll help you,” you knelt down to where to bite was and put your lips to his thigh.

Bucky gasped as you lightly started to suck. Once you thought you had a good amount you spit it off to the side. You put your lips back and sucked vigorously. Bucky felt himself growing hard and tried to maintain it.

You weren’t paying much attention to the main above you. He was tending up and you had minimal time get as much poison out of him, depending if he had any or not. You heard Bucky gasping above you but ignored him. He loosened up a bit and put his hand in your hair. He stroked it a little as you tried to pull away to spit more poison out. Then, he stopped you.

“That’s enough, baby. I think you got it,” you were still faced with his thigh until you slowly began to look up. He was hard. Very hard. His boxers had a tiny wet spot on this and he was trying to contain himself.

“I-I could go if you-“

“No,” Bucky finally looked down at you, “your good with your mouth aren’t you, sweetheart?”

You blushed furiously and looked away. Bucky’s fingers tilted your chin up towards him.

“Don’t be shy now,” he paused, “fuck I really wanna kiss you,” Bucky licked his lips and eyes you up and down.

“Then why don’t you?” Your voice spoke before your brain could process anything.

“Come down here sweetheart,” your body was vibrating with ecstasy and excitement.

You slowly crawled up to him and planted your lower body in between the leg that wasn’t bitten. You laid on top of him and stared at him for a moment. The moment lasted to long for Bucky’s liking and he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you forward.

Your lips met with a crash. The kiss was opened mouthed and sloppy. The exposed parts of your warm bodies was enough to send a pool into your panties. Bucky moaned deeply into the kiss. He tried pulling you even closer.

Your mind was swirling around in lustful thoughts. It almost didn’t register to you the way you ground down on his thigh. You both moaned. Bucky urged you on with his hand firmly on the small of your back.

You started to grind harder and slower wanting to savor it all. Bucky finally broke the miss and you both gasped for air. You kept your forehead pressed against his.

“Baby, let me touch you,” he rasped out.

“B-but it feels s’good,” you moaned getting wetter by the second.

“I’ll make it feel even better, princess.”

You begrudgingly rolled on to your back beside Bucky. Bucky careful got on his side and looked you up and down. He groaned and licked his lips taking you in. Slowly he removed your top.

“Think you can get the rest off for me, honey?” You shook your head and rapidly pulled off the mini skirt and your panties.

Bucky was hard as a rock and began to slowly palm himself through his boxers. You removed his hand and palmed him yourself. Bucky trialed a hand down your body all the way to your aching pussy.

“So wet, did I make you this wet, honey?” You bit your lip and shook your head. You began palming him faster.

“As much as I enjoy this I think he would like skin to skin contact,” you eyes widened more as Bucky began to circle your sweet little nub.

You dipped your hand under his boxers. He was big, really fucking big, and he was leaking from the tip. You started to stroke him slowly and firmly. Bucky made quick work and started rubbing around your mound.

He dipped a finger in and you gasped loudly. Bucky smirked and began his work. Quick thrusts in and out making the most beautiful squelching sounds you both ever heard of. The stimulation was setting you into overdrive as your stroked him faster.

“Princess,” you moaned out, “you’re soaking daddy’s fingers,” Bucky stopped all movement and looked up at you. You seemed unfazed and still withering in pleasure. Of course, you thought that by stopping movement he wanted a response, what you didn’t know was that he had just outed himself and his secret kink.

“M’sorry daddy. I-I just like it so much,” little whimpers left your throat as you thrusted yourself on his fingers. Bucky was shocked that you responded but had no intentions of stopping you from fucking yourself on his fingers.

“It’s okay baby, daddy likes it so much too,” Bucky picked you his motioned as a fast pace.

You stopped stroking him due to the amount of pleasure you were receiving. He was like a jack rabbit thumping in and out of you. He then pulled his finger out of you completely. His big palm rubbed you all over. From clit to pussy you were drenched in your own arousal.

“Gotta get you wet, gotta get you ready for daddy’s thick cock,” Bucky was a madman on a mission.

Your orgasm hit you like a bullet. You arched your back and screamed Bucky’s name. By the time you came down from your high your pretty sure your soul left your body.

“Don’t think we are done just yet, princess.”

—

Four weeks missing

“FUCK, DADDY!” You screamed out as Bucky fucked you harshly against the tree.

Ever since the snake bite incident, you and Bucky has been non stop fucking. Turns out you both needed to burn off that heat distress and having sex repeatedly was the way to do it.

Morning, noon, and night Bucky had you on top of, under, ass up, mouth on, and sometimes back to, at all times. His cock became your new favorite seat. You two wouldn’t go anywhere without each other. Even while you were eating or bathing his cock stayed planted in you at all times. The days were hot but the night got cool after some intensive “exercise”.

Now here you are, bare naked up against a tree getting pounded by your co-worker. Or were you technically lovers now? Doesn’t matter, all that matters is you cumming.

“C’mon baby, let it out. Let it all out for daddy, baby,” after that day Bucky wouldn’t be Bucky anymore. You were always princess, honey, sweetheart, or baby. Bucky would always be daddy.

You did slip up your third time fucking the first night by calling him Bucky. He growled and pulled out of you and spanked you till your ass was cherry red. You liked it and he liked it. It was like the pleasure you’ve both been dreaming of.

“Fuck, I’m gonna ugh I’m gonna fucking explode in this pussy, honey. Would you like that? This little pussy fucking flooded in my cum. Say it baby, say you want my cum,” Bucky then laid you back on a giant rock and fucked you harder.

“Daddy I want your cum. I want your cum in me and I want it all over me. Fuck daddy please please PLEASE!” You screamed out as you came again.

Bucky moaned as he released into you. Give him five more minutes and he’ll be ready to go again. He was determined to make you body full of his cum.

“Turn around baby, let’s see that gorgeous ass.”

—

“There,” Steve shouted over the radar.

“What? Did you find something?” Wanda ran over to where Steve was sitting.

“I think I gotta hit on Bucky’s signal! Maybe Y/N is there with him?” Steve says.

“We can only hope. Thank god Tony put that tracker in Bucky’s arm. We would’ve never found them,” Wanda says looking at the radar.

“Hey if you want I can get a camera down there to see if they are there. Better we know now and not just see a random metal arm sticking out of the sand,” Wanda and Steve shot Clint a death glare.

“Geez tough room. Okay sending a camera down,” Clint maneuvers the little drone camera to where Bucky’s signal is pinging from.

Slowly the camera makes its way through the beachy landscape and into the wooded area of the island. There, the drone picks up two blurry figures.

“Hey guys, I think I got something,” Clint calls Steve and Wanda over.

“Is it them?”

“Maybe it’s a bear?”

“Clint there are no bears on an island.”

“Are they- are they naked?” Wanda’s eyes widen as the picture got clearer.

“OH MY GOD MY EYES!”

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americangirlstar · 4 years ago

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american girl contemporary dolls’ animal crossing islands

bc apparently covid is now canon to the agverse you know they all got new horizons

lindsey bergman: the first contemporary doll also has THE most chaotic island. she does what she wants and nobody can stop her. she only accepts the villagers with the wildest designs, made everyone’s catchphrase either uwu speak or smth like “gay rights,” only wears the most hideous outfit combinations, and buys everything from redd no matter how fake it is. one room of her house is filled with haunted artwork, another has nothing but snapping turtles. she’s figured out how to make memes into clothing patterns and now every pathway on her island is the pogchamp face. best friends with flick. honestly she’s an icon

kailey hopkins: spends 90% of her time swimming or fishing. only 90% because she actually takes her role as island rep seriously and she has worked very hard to get it to five-star. she does abuse her power to make a million rivers and turn her island into basically a waterpark, but that just makes it cooler. died of joy when swimming was enabled and now has two of everything you can collect in the ocean decorating her house, every room of which resembles a beach house. also collects seashells and has very pretty shell arches decorating doorways

marisol luna: she went into the game with a list of who she will and will not allow on her island and is ruthless in kicking out villagers in order to get who she wants to move in. absolute QUEEN at catching tarantulas/scorpions, goes hunting for them on islands with the insane amount of nook miles she collects by doing random quests. loves collecting emotions for her character to do and then making funny videos out it. filled out the fossils in her museum FAST and now just digs up fossils to decorate the lawn with. each room of her house is a different dance studio.

jess mcconnell: QUEEN of fishing and bug-catching but can’t dive for SHIT. she has about three of every fossil because she can’t stand the idea of selling them. is obsessed with gathering every possible DIY recipe even if she doesn’t plan on making anything with them, she just thinks they’re neat. has a shrine on her island for redd and celeste in attempts to get them to come more often. she’s been on her island religiously every day since she got the game, it’s a little scary. thinks murder should be legal on her island

nicki fleming: cannot chose a mean dialogue option to save her life. she can barely stand to kick out villagers she dislikes either, only does it if they ask to leave and then prays to the nintendo gods that bunnie will come visit the island. the main room of her house is reflective of her actual room, the rest of it is absolutely gorgeously decorated, stuff made to look like meadows or snowy mountains. winter is her favorite, she makes a snowboy every day no matter how many times she crashes the snowballs. LIVES for cj and flick because she always hated the idea of her fish/bugs dying for a competition. saves all her new stuff for the museum for nighttime because she feels bad waking up blathers

mia st clair: wants to hack the game so that it’s winter all the time. soon as the winter DIYs dropped she redecorated her entire island and house to be as icy as possible. she’s basically queen elsa at this point. she’s horrible at catching items so her museum is mostly fossils, but even then sometimes she sells fossils before identifying them if she’s short on bells. she visits sable every day in hopes of making her feel happy. she has pretty much every possible clothing wand so that she can carry around one to match each outfit. one time her brothers went on to try and fuck with her island and we don’t speak of what happened following that. fear her

chrissa maxwell: shares an island with gwen and sonali. she’s the one in charge so she’s working very hard to make it a 5-star island so isabelle will stop bugging her about it. also very into DIY and likes to decorate the island with things she’s built. favorite seasonal event was the wedding anniversary one, she can’t get enough of redesigning and taking photos of those funky lil alpacas. plus, she got a lot of neat stuff out of it. goes to the able sisters every day to see what kinds of new outfits they have, and yet somehow cannot make a good fashion decision to save her life. obsessed with swimming and now leaves all other museum donations to her girlfriends so she can spend all her free time looking for crabs

gwen thompson: somehow absolutely brutal. will send clashing-colored toilets in the mail to villagers she doesn’t like to fuck with their home design and hit them with butterfly nets. she’s tried to hit them with axes as well. shakes trees constantly in an effort to catch wasps and has not gotten stung once because she’s that quick with a net. her favorite character is celeste and chrissa and sonali have barely any star stuff because whenever celeste is on gwen is hogging the switch. changes her characters’ hairstyle, like, every five minutes. when she sends her friends gifts the letters will say something like “fuck u, love u <3″ it’s so wildly different than how she normally acts in public that it’s a little scary

sonali matthews: even worse than gwen. has tried to murder villagers she dislikes before. sometimes fucks with parts of the island just to see how people react. would sell her soul to redd just to piss off tom nook. the only thing she takes seriously is gardening, she has a fenced-off area where she breeds flowers and woe befall anyone who messes it up. her house is a hoarder’s nightmare and chrissa and gwen have been begging her to let them redesign it but she refuses. screenshots the worst parts of their island and posts them on twitter with the dreamcode so people can see the graveyard she made to intimidate rodney

lanie holland: still lives in a tent because she thinks it’s cool, refuses to pay up to nook so she doesn’t have to get a house. somehow has the cutest outfits of everyone. her island design is to die for, half the island is full of flowers arranged in rainbow-order and the other half looks like a faerie forest. has filled out her museum’s bug collection and has half the fossils but keeps forgetting to go fishing. her little sister emily joined her island and keeps trying to get lanie to upgrade to a house or expand other stores but lanie refuses, it’ll mess with the aesthetic. emily basically has a huge mansion in the corner of the island while everything else is practically a glorified campsite. leif is lanie’s favorite and she only collects bells in order to buy things from him

kanani akina: the most beautiful island design you’ve ever seen. she also takes the best screencaps and posts them just so her friends know what she’s up to but becomes internet famous for how gorgeous everything is. the best designs, very diverse plants, all the houses are arranged in an aesthetically pleasing way. kanani’s house is on the beach so she can easily swim, fish and collect shells, but the inside is the best part. five of the six rooms are just as beautiful as you’d expect, with soft pastel aesthetics and quiet music playing. then her basement is referred to as the “special room” which holds nothing but several candles in a summoning circle and a single tarantula figure in the center. there’s a skeleton in the corner. whenever anyone asks about it she pretends she doesn’t know what they’re talking about. it’s the funniest thing

mckenna brooks: disastrous. horrible at paying nook back and keeps getting angry letters from the happy home academy. her goal is to find any loopholes in the game and exploit them, no matter that the game is super simple and thus “cheats” aren’t very useful. she found out about island star ratings and now is trying in vain to get a five-star but she can’t get above a three. has been stung by wasps about a million times while shaking trees to try and find loose bells. one time she shook a tree and a toilet fell out and it now has a dedicated podium on her island, and whenever anyone asks she simply tells them that the toilet is the god of the island. hasn’t been able to keep a villager for longer than a few weeks, and also somehow got raymond on accident. still having the time of her life

saige copeland: spends far too much time designing customs and far too little removing weeds. wants to have flowers in rainbow order like lanie but keeps accidentally picking them. has absolutely no rush to do anything, lived in a tent for like three months because she forgot she could pay off loans. only accepts peppy or normal villagers so her island is pretty much all-girl and she refers to it as the amazon island; this is, however, because somehow no horses have shown up on her island yet even though she very much wants them to. likes to dream and go to random islands to get inspiration. she has a room in her house full of rainbow eels because she thinks they’re pretty

isabelle palmer: will not stop buying things from the able sisters. she visits every day, pretty much buys one of everything, and then mixes and matches costumes instead of fixing her island. lives for the days when label visits because she takes her requests very seriously and comes back in outfits that slay™. almost exclusively gives clothing gifts to her villagers so that they have a better fashion sense. has a lot of flowers but can’t figure out how to get them to mix. the bug section of her museum has butterflies and nothing else simply because she only thinks to try and catch butterflies. hits rocks every day to try and find the daily Money Rock™. keeps trying to get raymond but her sister won’t let her pay anyone actual money for him

grace thomas: when she visits the nook store she will solely speak to tommy. constantly checking the wiki to find out which DIYs sell well, and thus only collects shells in order to make shell arches to turn around and sell back. insanely good with bells and with figuring out how to make her island palatable, got a five-star fast. the main room of her house is decorated like a restaurant, with two different kitchen rooms and the upstairs decorated to look very french. she made everyone’s catchphrases french, too. is the only person in the world upset you can no longer eat the fish. goes swimming every day just so she can find a scallop and talk to pascal, she thinks he’s cool

lea clark: there are a lot of plants here. just. far too many plants. of every color too! she’s very proud of it. she has a short attention span though so there’s like fifty different unfinished projects. she is best friends with like three villagers and forgets the names of the rest, but one time she accidentally hit a villager with a butterfly net and cried for an hour. only ever dresses in summer clothes and is awful at saving money so she only has like eight bells at a time. seasonal events are her absolute jam though, she can’t get enough of them. would die for leif. almost got blocked by the animal crossing twitter for constantly begging them to give her the froggy chair (thanks @lesbianleaclark!)

gabriela mcbride: her island is more important than her social life. she is very serious about making it a functioning island, and is obsessed mainly with filling out her museum. every time she catches a sea bass instead of something new she lets out a series of swears not appropriate for a child audience. she is best friends with all of her villagers and cries whenever one of them thinks about leaving. her favorite kk slider song changes by day and she’ll switch the music around everywhere whenever she feels like it. visits other islands in order to gather materials to sell in order to make her house bigger; she’s got a dance room, a poetry corner, a student council room, and the main room looks like the liberty arts center. whenever anyone (who’s not redd) visits her island she cries and tries to figure out how to give them things for free because she loves them so much. whenever redd comes by without genuine art she tries to hack into the game in order to skin him alive

tenney grant: obsessed with getting every kk slider song. every time he shows up to the island she pulls up the list of available songs and picks one she doesn’t have yet to request. she wants to get a different song playing in every area of the island and every room of every house. shares an island with logan, jaya and holliday but she’s in charge, which sucks because holliday is way better at doing island management. she’ll text holliday with what isabelle wants her to do and then go DIY a guitar. she set up a stage area near the beach so they can give concerts for the villagers and honestly it looks gorgeous. she named her island “nashville” but makes no attempt to actually make it look like tennessee. she released her dream code on her twitter and because she’s technically a celebrity people keep coming by and asking her why everything on the island looks good except logan’s house and she’s like “ask logan idk”

logan everett: speaking of which, yeah, logan’s house is a disaster. he cares naught for decorating his place and fills it with random things he thinks are “cool.” likes to run through flowers until they explode. the best diver on the island, though, and is responsible for that area of the museum, while tenney gets fishing, jaya gets bugs, and holliday gets fossils. they all work together to buy everything from redd whether it’s real or not because they think the art is pretty, they find out whether or not it’s real after taking it to blathers. he will place random toilets in the middle of the island and wait for someone else to find it, they have no idea he’s the one doing it and it’s driving them crazy. it’s also the funniest thing he’s ever done and he’s very proud of it. whenever kk shows up he requests a song tenney doesn’t have yet and leaves it outside her door. she didn’t ask him to do this he’s just like that

z yang: the god of all things video games. she’s a streamer now and while she mostly streams mario, zelda or sonic games, on holidays she’ll stream her island and take suggestions for what she should do to it. due to this, her island can be a mess at times, but she somehow keeps getting good ratings. every time there’s an update she loads up a report of what’s new so she can be one of the first to try it out. she named her island something like “zworld” and refuses to change it. every room of her house is a different movie set, and she put cameras everywhere on the island “so the villagers don’t get any ideas.” somehow keeps getting rare villagers on the first try and won’t let them leave

luciana vega: would die for celeste. her island is incredibly space-themed and well cared-for, because this game soothes her anxiety so she’s on it 24/7. her town flag is an incredibly accurate constellation. she fills out her museum specifically cause it’s run by celeste’s brother and she’d do anything for that owl; her parents got her a celeste plush for her birthday and now she won’t let go of it. she schedules her life around animal crossing updates. her favorite thing to do is go swimming at night and just look at the animation on the waves under the stars. also wisp’s best friend. won’t accept a villager unless they look like they could potentially be an alien, which means she has the coolest villager collection of everyone

blaire wilson: due to her family’s experience running an inn she knows exactly how to run a village. her island’s almost boring in how well it’s designed and run, but she always has something extra to keep interest, like an island in the middle that’s filled with exotic flowers. went to the wedding picture event every day in order to get every piece of furniture she could and now has a “wedding area” of her island that nobody uses but is great for photos. isabelle is her favorite character and she will do anything for her. somehow able to make the funniest animal crossing memes in the world. once caught a coelacanth without expecting it and screamed and dropped her switch

joss kendrick: the BEST fisher. has never lost a fish once, nobody knows how she does it. best friends with cj and takes his seasports challenges way too seriously. wishes they were able to surf but swimming is good, too, though sometimes she’ll spend upwards of ten minutes chasing a particularly stubborn crab. she is incredibly patient at terraforming and uses this skill for evil, as every time her cheer squad comes to visit her island she has completely changed it around and then has them all play hide-and-seek. nobody knows how to find anything. the only consistent thing is that the beach will be the coolest-looking beach in the whole game. she named her island “lesbos” and accepts villagers that “pass the gay vibe check.” nobody is sure what the gay vibe check is

kira bailey: is horrible at saving bells or getting a good rating on her island but she doesn’t care because her main focus is DIYing her own decor to make her island look like her aunts’ conservatory. as such, will only accept animals that could potentially live there, such as koalas or kangaroos. she’s bad at figuring out where to put houses and buildings so her island’s a mess to navigate, however she knows the routes like the back of her hand and gets confused when people ask her how the hell she finds anything. for some reason absolutely terrified of wisp and refuses to wander her island at night in case they show up

#american girl #american girl dolls #american girls #girl of the year #animal crossing #mine #americangirlstar #contemporary squad

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thecleverdame · 5 years ago

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The Oath - 9

Parings: Dark!Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

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Summary: After an unsuccessful escape attempt, the reader finds herself taken as a spoil of war. She ends up in the bed of a ruthless Alpha, the son of John Winchester, leader of the kingdom of Gilead. She struggles to conceal her true identity and navigate a society where being an Omega means nothing more than serving at the pleasure of powerful men.

Warnings: non-con, sexual assault, rape, attempted suicide, sexual slavery, branding, torture, ownership, voyeurism, anal play, smut, violence, and murder.

Sam is dark in this story. If any of the warnings are triggers for you, I would suggest skipping this one. Please read and heed all the warnings.

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“Are you enjoying the mutton?” you ask.

Sam nods while chewing, and takes a sip of wine in trademark silence.

“Is it warm enough?” you press. “I can call for the cook.”

“It’s fine,” he confirms before stabbing a boiled potato and popping it into his mouth.

You’re desperate to keep him happy and he offers little feedback.

The fire clicks and pops, flames licking upward, casting off a warm glow. It’s warmer and warmer the further south you travel. Soon you might not even need the fire. You’ve never been to any of the southern territories but you know them through stories. Gilead is a place of eternal summer where the cliffs meet the ocean. Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll live long enough to see it.

Neither of you is much good at filling these empty silences. You’re afraid of breaking some unknown rule and triggering his anger. He is not nearly as chatty without his brother to liven things up. You figure the best way to keep yourself safe is to endear yourself to him. Make him care, even just a little and he might think twice about hurting you next time.

Sam shifts in his chair, rolling his shoulder backward. He injured himself a few days ago and has been visibly uncomfortable. You identify this as an opportunity.

“Are you in pain?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Perhaps after dinner, I could rub your back. Massaging the muscles might help them relax,” you suggest casually.

He nods, resting a forearm on the table, watching you with interest as he often does.

“Yes, that might help.” He glances at your arm, reaching over to squeeze your forearm where it was once broken. “How does it feel?”

“Like new.” You smile, looking at where his fingers are pressed against pallid skin. “I was nervous the whole morning after you took off the bandages but there’s no pain.”

“Bones often heal stronger than before they were broken,” he explains.

The silence continues, save for the sound of Sam sipping wine and cutting his meat. You gather courage before broaching the next topic.

“I know I’m forbidden to look at anything with words...” You hesitate as he looks up, waiting for the rest. “But I saw you have a set of dice and playing cards. I thought perhaps we could play a game. I mean, only if I’m allowed.”

“Sure,” he shrugs easily. “I can’t see the harm in it. But it stays between us. Understood?”

“Yes, of course.” You can’t help but smile. It might just be a game, but in this new world it’s a personal victory.

Never in all your life did you think you’d be so excited to play a game of Four Corners, but as Sam deals the cards and sets out the dice you can’t help but bubble with anticipation. For months you’ve spent nearly every waking moment trying to navigate this situation. This is nothing more than a game, it’s inconsequential, perhaps even fun.

“You’re good at this.” Sam watches you carefully pick up the dice and throw them onto the table.

“I used to play with my father.” You answer without thinking and then hold your breath for a reprimand that never comes.

He doesn’t say anything for a while, you complete your turn, then he takes his.

“What happened to your father?”

“I don’t know.” You’ve found the best answers are honest ones. It’s easier to keep your story straight. You just leave out the incriminating details.

“Is he alive?”

“I don’t know,” you say again, holding your cards close to your chest. “The war began. We were separated. It’s been a very long time since I saw any of my family.”

“Hmm,” he grunts as if to say that makes sense. “Do you miss them?”

“Yes, but I try not to think about them. It’s painful.”

“You’re right to put them out of your mind. You’ve likely seen the last of them.”

He does this often, says things so cutting they slice down to your bones and he doesn’t seem to notice.

“Do you miss your family?” you ask without looking at him. Eye contact often sets him on edge.

Instead of responding in anger he laughs dryly. “No. Not at all.”

“You’re not close?”

“My father and I see things very differently. We always have.”

“And yet you’re fighting for him.”

“Well,” he sighs. Raising his eyebrows he sits back. “There are moments when I don’t know why I’m here but he’s my family, and that means something. We’re blood, I took an Oath to uphold our family.”

“I see. I can imagine being the son of John Winchester comes with a lot of expectations. That can’t be easy.”

“What would you know of expectations?” He slaps a palm on the table and you jerk back, cards fluttering to the floor. He watches the last one spin the air and float to the ground, pinching the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply. “You don’t have to be so scared all the time. You act like a nervous dog.”

Did he really just compare you to a dog? Something about that statement makes you more furious than anything that came before.

“I am trying, but I think you forget my circumstances. I have been molested and knotted and nearly choked to death by strangers. I never know if what I say next will be a death sentence, or worse, perhaps the final trigger that sends me off as an Omega for the men to enjoy. I am scared all the time. I don’t think I can help that.”

His eyes narrow. Fingers clenching in a fist and for a split second, you think he’s about to reach over and slap you.

“I’ve been fighting for my father my whole life. Ten years ago this summer I led a legion of men into battle at Hemlock Valley. We fought for months and just as the fighting was coming to an end, I took a stray arrow. It killed me.” He slaps his chest with a closed fist. “I bled out in the field. Dean buried my body in the moors. More than a fortnight later I woke up, covered in dirt in the ground.”

“You were not dead?” you ask.

“No, I died and I stayed that way, cold in the ground, for nearly a month. Something raised me from the dead. Something dark from the netherworld. And when I came back I was different, hollow. I was missing a part of myself. I still am.”

“What part?” you whisper, transfixed.

“My soul.”

You gulp, trying to comprehend what he could mean.

“I do not feel for others. I’ve gotten more adept at pretending, but the truth is that I feel nothing most of the time. The only sensations I get out of life are hunger, anger, and pleasure. So, little bird, when you say that I forget your circumstances, you’re correct in a way. I do not have empathy for you because that part of me is missing.”

Your blood runs cold, as you stare at him, staring at his unblinking eyes. He’s serious. You’ve heard of all sorts of sorcery and devil worship, but you can’t imagine anything as terrifying as a man without a soul.

“My word is all I have. If I lived by my feelings I would be a monster. The Oath I pledged to my family has become my moral code. Without it, there would be no tether on my actions.”

You sit back in the chair, thinking about this new information. It seems his reputation was more accurate than you realized.

“What if,” you start, checking to make sure you’re not overstepping your bounds. He’s settled, calm as he waits for you to respond. “What if your father asked you to do something that you knew was wrong...something evil...does your code allow for that?”

“That ship sailed many years ago. The things I have done in the name of family will no doubt send me straight to hell. I do what other men will not and can not.”

“Do you think that one day you might get the missing part of you back?”

“I hope not.” He grins, hungry eyes shifting down your body. “Life is better this way.”

Three Weeks Later

It’s morning, but still early enough that the sun hasn’t crested yet. Sam’s not sure what woke him up as he stares at the embers of the fire. He can smell your pussy, that wet, sweet scent you get when you’re ready for his cock. When he turns over he finds you in a desperate state. You’re on your back, stiff as a board, skin glistening with sweat. Your heat has come without warning and you’re already in the throws of it.

He reaches out to touch your arm and wake you up. The instant your skin connects both eyes pop open. You’re looking at him glassy-eyed and floating. Amped up on instincts as your hand slides over your stomach and between your legs. He watches as you rub your middle finger over your own clit, back-arching, thighs opening wide.

“Please,” you ask, mouth hanging open in pleasure and frustration. “Please make it stop. Knot me.”

He smiles, reaching down to stroke his already stiff cock. What a pleasant turn of events. He had a full roster of things he needed to get done today, but all of that fades to the background.

“You can have my knot after you suck my cock.”

He hasn’t had his cock in your mouth up until this point. He’s been saving it, waiting to savor the moment but there doesn’t seem like a better time than now.

“I want it,” you confirm, practically salivating at the mention of his dick. He rolls onto his back as you scramble onto your knees between his legs.

You moan as you suck the head into your mouth. Sam hisses as you suck the cum leaking from the tip, swallowing eagerly before taking more and more of his length into your mouth. No one sucks cock like an Omega in heat and you’re no exception. It might be your first time, but it doesn’t matter. He can feel your throat swallow around him, the hot slide of your tongue up and down the underside of his shaft.

“You suck cock like you’re starving for it.” he growls, a hand fisting the hair at the back of your head. You pop off his dick with an obscene wet pop, wiping drool from your chin with the back of your hand.

“I am,” you pant, pupils black and blown out with lust. There’s none of that sweet, shy Omega that cried when he fucked her.

“You want a belly full?” Sam feels his stomach tighten as your small fist curls around his cock, stroking slowly up and down.

“Yes,” you practically hiss, licking your lips and sucking the head back between your lips.

He has plans, plans to watch you choke yourself on his cock until you gag and beg for relief. But you prove to have more skill than he anticipates. With a groan, he unloads into your mouth. You moan as if the taste of his seed could make you cum, sucking messily until he’s done.

“Let me see.” He gives your hair a nasty tug and you obediently pop up. Hooking a thumb over your bottom lip he pulls your mouth open to reveal what’s left of sticky white coating your tongue. “Good girl.”

When he lets you go, you drop back down, sucking and licking until you’ve left no trace of his climax.

He’s still hard, harder than before. Cock standing painfully tall, throbbing deep red and ready for more. The Alpha in him will keep going until he knots and your heat is satisfied.

“Show me your cunt,” he instructs, slowly running his fist up and down his shaft, what’s left of your spit oozing between his fingers.

You look wild, eyes huge as you slide back and spread your legs to show him your sex. You’re slippery wet, up your thighs and dripping on the bed. And your clit is swollen twice its normal size, aching bright red as you fight the urge to touch yourself.

“You want my cock inside you, Omega?”

“Please!” Nodding aggressively you fight to keep your legs spread. You’re shaking now, vibrating with need and staring at his cock with unwavering intensity.

“Maybe we should teach your desperate little cunt a lesson. I could fuck you up the ass instead. Leave that wet hole empty while I knot you where you’re the tightest.”

You whimper, thighs unable to hold the position as you squirm in place. One hand snakes between your thighs, cupping your sex.

“You can fuck any hole you want,” you plead. “Please just knot me.”

“What about your mouth? Do you think my knot would fit in that sweet little mouth? Can you even imagine how far down your throat I’d be?” He’s teasing and the way you react to his words is instant and desperate. He’s enchanted, watching your sex throb right in front of his eyes.

“Please,” you beg, tears slipping down your cheeks. “I’ll do whatever you want, any way you want it. I need your knot, Alpha.”

Sam gets onto his knees, fisting himself while you stare at him in hopeful anticipation.

“Come here. Omega. Hands and knees. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

You roll over, clamoring to get into position as he knees his way closer. Reaching behind you, you take his shaft and waste no time pressing the head into your pussy, pushing back as fast and hard as you can. You take him up the root with a wanton cry. You’re twice as tight as you normally are, every inch of your cunt is swollen with desire as you begin rocking backward and forward. Sam’s brain goes fuzzy, instant pleasure zipping to every part of his body.

It’s only a dozen frantic thrusts before you cum, sweet little pussy sucking him in as you convulse and writhe on his dick. Shoving yourself back, your ass pressed against his belly as you try to take him deeper. He watches your cunt suck his cock with as much enthusiasm as your mouth and then you fall forward, twitching and writhing with him still inside you.

It’s his knot you want, an orgasm just takes the edge off.

“Alpha,” you sob, pulling off his dick and turning onto your back. He’s about to reprimand you, throw you back on the bed and show you who’s in charge, but then he sees your face. You’re flushed and crying, tears of frustration streaming down your face. The heat has completely taken over, black eyes opening and shutting, mouth falling open as you reach out to him. “Please, fuck me like this. I need to see you...feel you on top of me.”

He couldn’t deny you even if he wanted to. He moves between your legs, sinking inside your pink cunt and you howl in pleasure, neck snapping back against the bed. Your thighs squeeze his hips, one arm wrapping around his neck, the other clawing at his back.

For the first time in memory, there’s no fear. You’re not afraid, you’re in need and giving in to instinct to turn yourself over to an Alpha with a trust that shouldn’t exist.

“Alpha, will you touch me?” you ask, taking his hand and placing it over your breast. “I want to feel your hands on me.”

“Omega,” his grin twists in pleasure as he thrusts forward, feeling the drag of your walls along the head of his cock. Both hands curl into your breasts, squeezing and enjoying soft, pliable flesh that moves as he fucks you.

“Alpha,” you moan again, arching upward and this time you kiss him. Your tongue pushes into his mouth even before your lips meet. It’s urgent and messy, more about the taste of each other than anything else.

Sam hooks a hand under each knee, pulling your thighs apart and fucking so hard he slides you up the bed with each thrust. Your mouth finds his again, crying against his lips. He kisses you back, teeth nipping, tongue sliding, breathing faster as his knot begins to swell.

“Bite me!” you pant into his open mouth, reaching up and grabbing a fist full of hair. “Please Alpha, leave your mark on me.”

You’re not asking for a claim, not the kind of permanent that would seal the two of you together, but a mark nonetheless. Sam stares down at you, sweat dripping from his forehead and rolling down your breasts. His knot is growing thicker, he has to work harder and harder to force it inside your swollen cunt.

Yes, he’s going to bite you. Leave something to remind you both of how you begged for him to take you.

His knot pops and he ruts forward pushing as far inside as he can get before the two of you are locked together. You cum with a squeal, both hands outstretched, grasping onto the bedding while your hips arch upward into the weight of him.

In one swift move, he sinks his teeth into the flesh on the underside of your outstretched arm. The skin breaks and you howl, a mix of pain and pleasure, writhing against him chanting Alpha, Alpha until you’re delirious from the intensity of it all.

He buries his blood-stained face between your breasts, trying to catch his breath as your cunt tightens around his knot, the last pulse of your climax still pulling him deeper.

Laying together in the sweat-damp bedclothes, you both find your senses. Everything is so hot, hearts thumping, chests pressed together. Sam lifts himself up to press his forehead to yours as you shimmy your hips, his knot pulling inside your channel.

When he finally pulls free, he watches the rush of his seed pour from your sex. There is no satisfaction like that of satisfying an Omega in heat.

“Will you fuck me again?” you ask, voice even and clear. Propped up on your elbow you’re staring at him from between your knees. The desperation is gone, but those dark eyes remain. His timid little bird is in there somewhere, but at the moment she’s a bird of prey. You’ll give in to your animal side until the heat abates. Sam’s already decided there’s no where he’d rather be. The war can wait a day. Fucking an Omega, as soft and beautiful as you, through her heat isn’t an indulgence that comes along very often.

When he doesn’t answer you flip over, getting to your hands and knees, presenting yourself to him.

“From behind!” you demand, looking back at him expectantly. Spreading wet thighs, spine dipping to get into position. “Fuck me harder this time, I want to feel the ache even after you’re gone.”

#soulless!sam x reader #alpha!sam x omega!reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester fanfiction

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priorireverte · 4 years ago

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Congratulations Ash!

Your application for Ted Tonks has been accepted. And we have a simply, truly happy reunion of the formerly dead! Hooray! I’m so happy for the Tonks. Unless . . . things are never as easy or simple as they appear.

Please look to the checklist for the next steps and reach out if you have any questions!

OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME & PRONOUNS: Ash they/them

TIMEZONE: EST

ACTIVITY LEVEL: I’m a front end dev for a virtual event platform who works between 5-7 days a week but I’m usually active after 6pm and on weekends. I have slow weeks when on lighter projects and busier weeks when we have a lot of shows.

ANYTHING ELSE: N/A on triggers. I’ve been roleplaying on tumblr for i think 14 years? Too long.

CHARACTER DETAILS

NAME: Edward “Ted” Álvaro Sepulveda Tonks

BIRTHDATE: October 10th, 1952

DEATHDATE: March 15th, 1998

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Cismale, he/him, flexible heterosexual.

BLOOD STATUS: Muggleborn

HOUSE ALUMNI: Hufflepuff

OCCUPATION: Prior to going on the run, Ted worked as a Broadcaster for the Wizarding Wireless Network. Upon return, he doesn’t have a career yet.

FACECLAIM: Pedro Pascal

CHARACTER BACKGROUND

POSTBELLUM

Ted had been on the run for seven months. Over half a year, without seeing his wife or daughter, spent in the countryside near his childhood holiday spots. Doing just a sad excuse of camping for what? To lose his life to a group of indoctrinated youth and the werewolf who turned his son-in-law?

The pain is the last thing he remembers. Ted was never a stranger to pain. Not during scuffles in primary school or stray hexes in the corridors of Hogwarts. Though he couldn’t say he had ever experienced pain like this, it wasn’t all pain. There was a warmth, not unlike the one he felt when falling asleep to his wife, that urged him to close his eyes. They hadn’t hurt Dean yet and that was the one thing Ted had wanted to make sure of. Not the boy, too young to be going through this. Just him.

Waking up in the Ministry had been a surprise. He expected death or a dungeon, tied to a tree if they were truly desperate, but he wasn’t chained or shackled. There were no ropes keeping him. Just a barrier and soft voices explaining his new reality. He laughed. It was all he could do really. Laugh at his luck, if that’s what it was. He had been brought up Catholic and, if he tried, Ted could still tell you the stations of the cross. He didn’t feel much like Jesus coming back from the dead. He hadn’t done enough with his life to claim that nor would he ever. But the irony of rising again, of another chance at life, got to him. Ted found himself praying before bed. Silently staring up at the ceiling, asking for the safety of his family. His wife, Dora, Remus, and his grandchild. If he recited his prayers, something he hadn’t done in nearly thirty years, perhaps he’d find them safe. Unchanged by the war and happy.

He finds himself running his hand over his throat or chest, searching for scarred skin. There’s no sign of his attack. No physical reminder of what ended his life and, he has to know, did it really end? Why was he given a second chance over so many others? He wasn’t a true Order member. He never fought back against blood supremacy in a strong way. Ted lived his quiet life with his family not wanting to make waves. He had just wanted to be happy.

If he could go back and do it all again, he still would have gone on the run. He would have resisted capture. Stood in front of Dean to give him a chance to run for it. He has regrets of course. Not being with his wife in times of terror and uncertainty. Missing the birth of his grandchild who is no doubt just as much of a terror as Dora had been. But his family’s safety matters much more than his own life does. Well, did.

PERSONALITY

If there’s anything Ted was, or is, good at it’s talking. He can tell a story with a smile clear in his voice and actions. Read an ad or two over the Wizarding Wireless Network like nobody’s business. That’s what he loves most, telling stories. His childhood was filled with stories of his parents’ time in Chile and new tales of Cornish mythology. Those words didn’t leave Ted as he grew older. He still turns to them in times of stress, taking the advice from their lessons to heart. He may know now that life can have struggles but he didn’t used dwell. If you’re a good person, you will have a good life. He knows music can tell a story in the best way. It doesn’t matter what language you speak or know. You can be countries away and hear a song written fifty years ago and the story is clear.

He’s rather gifted in charms, finding that when he discovered magic it was the least imposing course of study. Ted tries to find the beauty in all he can. Charms was just a class that made that easy. It’s how he became interested in broadcasting in the first place. He had fancied he’d be a writer, even though his speech was always better than his writing, but the intersectionality of older muggle technology and magic was too much of a puzzle to pass up.

He’s never been mindful when it comes to tidying up. He’s no tornado. As he’s gotten older, Ted is sure his ways of leaving things around the home and forgetting dates and times has been a constant aggravation to his wife. His sense of time was never good. He tends to get caught up in conversation, appreciating face to face interaction over anything. He always floo calls when you’re supposed to write. Andromeda has dragged him away from too many conversations when they were just supposed out for one errand.

Ted doesn’t know how to deal with loss. His father passed a few years into Dora’s childhood and he never spoke about it much. His mother moved back to Chile soon after. His solution was cooking as much of the food he had grown up with as possible. Playing the music his mother had blasting over the record player in the kitchen during his childhood. Teaching her all the tales he had been taught. All the little lessons he was given.

Inaction could be said to be one of Ted’s failures. He thinks, or thought, that no matter how bad things got there was always a light at the end of the tunnel. He supposes this ideal isn’t gone from him. He’s been given a second chance. Prior to death, he presumed you could muster through anything and if you stayed a good and kind person you could get through to the other side. He was taught God rewarded the good. It was why his parents had immigrated to England before he was born, why they were given the opportunity. They were good people. They deserved a chance to make something of themselves. It was why he and Andromeda were able to build a life together. But not joining the order and taking a stand against blood supremacists and extremists didn’t keep him safe the second time. It didn’t allow his family to be untouched by loss. Things hadn’t worked out until now.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY

Edward “Ted” Álvaro Sepulveda Tonks was born in Truro, Cornwall, England to two Chilean immigrants in the fall of 1952. His parents had moved to Truro prior to his birth for more opportunities. Although they named their son Edward in hopes of assimilation for him and his father anglicized their last name from Tolhauzsen to Tonks, Chilean culture was the main theme of their home. It was baked into every fiber of his being whenever he walked through the door. English was barely spoken in the household, only more so in the time that he and Andromeda lived with his parents. Bringing in take away had to be done under the cover of night or he faced his mother’s stern looks and even sterner words. His mother didn’t work in the traditional sense but as a homemaker excelled beyond compare. His father was an employee at a music store and eventually came to own it.

His parents are the reason Ted is and was so family focused. It was taught to him that family comes before everything and he carried that through with him to adulthood. They were the people who stood by you in all things. Eventually he came to understand that could apply to chosen families as well. It was strange for him to meet Andromeda and learn that not all families put the same values of love and care in places of high honor. Respecting your parents was highly important but loving them and receiving love in return was what that respect was built on.

Despite not growing up the richest, Ted never wanted for much. He was an only child who was rather dotted upon by his parents. To learn that he was a wizard might have been the only serious friction they went through. If not for the day his girlfriend showed up on his doorstep to tell him that she was pregnant. His parents grew to love magic when he came home for the summers and showed them what he had learned but as he grew older, Ted found it harder to see a life where he could stay in their world. In the muggle world at all. It would be like shutting a part of himself off. Like not living up to his full potential.

HISTORY

Hogwarts was a fantasy. There was no other way to describe it. It was nothing like Ted could every dream when he wondered why strange things always happened to him. When he was younger and broke his mother’s vase and it stitched itself back together. Or when he would run home from primary school and make it back in a fraction of the time it took to get there. The answer to any of his happy accidents wasn’t magic. It couldn’t be. And yet, it was. He just didn’t expect a different flavor of exclusion when Hogwarts was presented to him.

Injustice wasn’t unfamiliar to Ted Tonks. Growing up during the mid 1950s, he was used to seeing ‘Keep Britain White’ signs. His parents were strong and kept their heads up despite the riots and protests surrounding them. His father told Ted, stay kind and stay sharp. If you stayed kind, no one could go against you. If you stayed sharp, no harm would come to you. As Ted moved into the wizarding world, he learned that he would not be judged by the color of his skin or his family’s country of origin but his blood was still in no way pure. He leaned on his father’s words and was sorted into Hufflepuff.

Andromeda Black was another happy accident. He’d have had to be blind not to notice her. He didn’t count on her noticing him. He had gained a good group of friends just by his nature but their social circles never interacted. How could they? The segregation of houses, purebloods and non-purebloods, was a clear line. It was during classes that the line was able to be blurred. Mutual tutoring turned into secret meetings over the years. Promised whispers Ted told himself not to believe in or give hope to. It wasn’t until the day Andromeda stood on his doorstep looking very much not like herself, a year after they had graduated Hogwarts and continued seeing each other in secret, that Ted knew she was an inevitability. They weren’t married when Dora became even a speck on the horizon. He was still an intern for WWN at the time and she had given up her whole life for them. For their family. Ted wasn’t sure he would ever be able to sacrifice something that even slightly measured up to the gift she had given him.

Nymphadora wasn’t a name he chose. It wasn’t a name he would have thought of but his later years of Hogwarts had been marked with many nights in the Astronomy Tower learning all the stars from a girl named after one of them. It was certainly more regal than Ted would ever be. And if he happened to know of a certain saint with the same name and told his mother that Andromeda was thinking of converting to Catholicism, no one was the wiser.

Their small home in the country was never a place of worry or fear but some days when Andromeda left for St. Mungo’s, Ted worried until she was back safe and sound in his arms. It took eight years after his daughter’s birth for Ted to feel comfortable bringing her to work with him. To not look over his shoulder in the marketplace for fear someone would be looking for them.

After Dora had left Hogwarts and decided to become an auror, Ted began to worry again. He was good at hiding it. Puttering away in their little garden or forcing his wife to listen to his stories of the new musical group that was destined to become the next Weird Sisters. He kept as busy as he could, even if busy meant learning new recipes with Andromeda or spending nights in the backyard with their telescope. They could endure another war. He wasn’t worried about that. He was worried about Dora, full of her mother’s spirit and wit out there fighting it.

OOC EXPLORATION

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO?

I think the idea of the dead coming back is such an interesting premise. We never get to learn more about the Veil or the Department of Mysteries and this is such a cool take. Ted is one of my favorite characters who I’ve never been able to portray at an older age.

Also, an rp that values writing over one-liners? Sign. Me. Up.

EXTRA FOR NON-BIO CHARACTERS

CHARACTER CONTRIBUTION

Ted Tonks is one of the many minor (minor) characters in the Harry Potter universe but his story is so interesting to me. To decide that he was going to marry a well-known pureblood woman and make a life with her in such a dangerous time is such a heavy decision. I think Ted can represent a lot of good natured and honest qualities, valuing love above all else. I’m truly excited, if I get the chance, to play with how those values can shift if he’s given a second chance at life. Will he be less hesitant than before? More likely to throw himself into the fray? Or will he be even more cautious at staying out of the affairs of others? Family is really the only thing he has left and I believe he cherishes it above all else.

PRESENT

Ted has been back for six days. He’s sat in the Ministry camp, and really what else can he call it? His cot isn’t comfortable, nothing like his bed at home but a supreme upgrade from the forests of England. He’s surrounded by old friends he had fallen out of touch with years ago. People he hasn’t seen since his own time at Hogwarts. There’s still only three people he desperately wishes to see. His wife, his daughter, and his grandchild. But something is wrong and Ted knows that. He hadn’t realized he died when they first told him. He just thought he had been tortured. There’s something in these Unspeakables’ eyes, in the lines of their faces, that tells Ted he had missed quite a lot. The other matter at hand is his wand. He hasn’t been given it back. It’s not odd for him to do things the muggle way. Before all of this, he took a sense of pride in doing things slowly. Taking his time to craft a dish or fold some clothes, it gave him time to think and pause. But since he was eleven years old, Ted has never been without his wand or without magic. When he lays in his cot at night, after a time of silent reflection and prayer that could better be described as a plea to whatever entity is out there, Ted focuses on the small bit of wandless magic he used to be able to do. A lumos he had to learn when Dora was young and used to come into their bedroom in the middle of the night. Eyes full of tears at the dreams of monsters in the dark, under her bed or in the hallway closet. When he was too groggy to grab his wand from the bedside table, a small ball of light at his fingertips was the next best thing. Now, he can’t even muster up the slightest of glow.

#prioriacceptance #ted tonks #edward tonks

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dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt · 4 years ago

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MARS / / SFW & NSFW ALPHABETS (picrew links)

SFW ALPHABET / /

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

There are a few reasons Mars would be more affectionate than usual: 1), you’ve been a very good little toy and he wants to reward you for it, 2) you’re in public and he wants to keep up appearances of the perfect partner, 3) he wants something and he wants you to be putty in his hands for when he asks, 4) he’s just actually feeling affectionate to a human, this only happens for one day every hundred years, enjoy it while it lasts!

B = Best friend (Who is their best friend? How did the friendship start?)

Since he doesn’t have attachments to humans outside of ego boosts, idle attraction, and his desire to “play” with them, August is his best friend. The two have always had a strong rivalry, but at the end of the day they would do anything for one another. Mars always teases him about being younger than he is, but they’re very close in age – give or take two hundred years. Close for an angel!

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He’s not a big cuddler, he thinks it’s a waste of time, which is probably a good thing, because he’s kind of bad at it. He either holds you too tight like a teddy bear, or too loose so you feel unwanted. Very occasionally at night if you snuggle up against his chest he’ll put his arm around you and it’ll finally be nice.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He’s been living the way he’s been living for thousands of years, to a human he may not seem settled down, but he is. Cleaning? Hahahahahaha. Cooking? Actually very good! Exclusively because cooking together is his favourite bonding activity with his baby sister Emala.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He kills them. Sometimes he’ll just forget himself and go too far, sometimes he’ll want the ego boost from reminding them just how powerful he is and how pathetic they are, and sometimes he just doesn’t want anyone else to have them. Depending on how severely they pissed him off, he’ll ruin everything they love in front of them, leave them to soak in complete anguish and agony for a little while, and then kill them in the most painful way possible. You do not end things with Mars. When he’s done with you, you’re done.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

The only reason he’d get married is for his social reputation, or because he was bored and was looking for a party or social event. Surprisingly, Mars is actually committed to his partner: he doesn’t cheat. For the time you have him, he really is yours… or you’re his.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

I mean, even if he’s being rough by human standards, that’s still him being gentle because he’s an angel. But he does have rare moments of gentleness with his favourite pets. To his family he’s very gentle and caring (unless he’s trying to behead August in a sparring match.) But… yeah, no in general he’s not gentle, physically or emotionally, to his toys.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He doesn’t really like hugs. With his family, he’ll tolerate them and give them back, but with humans he’s less lenient. He might not push you away, but you’ll be able to tell he really doesn’t care/his heart isn’t in it.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He usually says it for the first time when his partner says it for the first time. And hey, he means it… in his own way.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

You have to be very careful how you act around Mars and other people, because he gets jealous very easily, and it will never end well for either you or the person he’s jealous of.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Mars has two types of kisses. The first is a very chaste one for when you’re out in public, or for when he’s deciding to tease you. If it were anybody else it would be a very sweet type of kiss, but with him there’s just something about it that leaves you frustrated and wanting more – and he knows it. The other is an incredibly passionate, hungry, almost bruising kiss. Mars doesn’t usually kiss just to kiss, even if you have a super long make out session, it won’t just end there.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Surprisingly, he’s great with kids. Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t like them very much.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mars wakes up very early, so when you wake up, he’ll already be gone – either to fly or spar with August, or check in on Heaven. If he’s feeling particularly affectionate, he’ll arrange for breakfast in bed to be sent up to you. On those days you know you’ll get whatever you want when he gets back. But sometimes you’ll wake up to find him grooming his wings or styling his hair, dressing for the day. You’re welcome to help him with his wings; he knows how talented your fingers are.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

You know exactly how nights are spent with him… and days… and evenings… and mornings… He holds a lot of social gatherings at night, so you’ll be dressed up and be on your best behaviour. Sometimes there are just chill nights where you watch movies, cook together, listen to music, dance, or go to sleep early, but those domestic nights are very few and far between.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He reveals what he needs to to you. Nothing more, nothing less. Especially not the things he refuses to acknowledge himself. His sisters would probably tell you more about him than he would.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Patience is not a word in his extensive vocabulary.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about their partners? Do they remember every little detail they mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He has too good of a memory – unless he doesn’t care.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in their relationship?)

The first time you prayed to him. It actually surprised him and made him feel genuinely affectionate for a second. (Just make sure you don’t bother him too often, you want to keep that fond kind of novelty intact.)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect their partners? How would they like to be protected?)

He is extremely protective of anything and everything he considers his. You don’t have to worry about anything hurting you while you’re under his protection. You are completely safe… just not from him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He is very extravagant about that kind of thing, again mostly for how people perceive him – including you. He’ll pull out all the stops.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

… It’s Mars we’re talking about here. He’s endlessly vain, selfish and arrogant, doesn’t care about your feelings, basically treats you like an armpiece, a pet, a toy and a fleshlight, will get murderously jealous when you so much as talk to another person, goes way too far during sex, will find things that upset you just to be able to use them against you, very easily angered, impatient, lies, talks down to you, can’t control his temper, throws extremely dangerous tantrums when he doesn’t get what he wants, etc, etc, etc, we could go on for hours.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He is painfully vain. He is obsessed with himself, his appearance, and how other people see him.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without their partner?)

*cough* abandonment issues *cough*

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He is genderfluid between male and female. While his sibling August is more free with their gender expression, eg: wearing dresses in their male form and suits in their female form, Mars prefers to keep with more gendered ideas, like only wearing make-up in her female form. It just feels better to her.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Anyone who disobeys him, anyone who thinks they’re better than him, anyone with too much fire, anyone who doesn’t like him, anyone who challenges his opinions, anyone who mentions the things he doesn’t like to acknowledge about himself.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

His guilty conscience frequently gives him nightmares. They’re fairly nonsensical and he gets defensive if asked about them.

NSFW ALPHABET / /

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

It really depends. A lot of the time he doesn’t do aftercare at all, he’ll just up and leave to tend to something more important. Yet other times he’ll lie with you for a bit, basking in his complete and utter ruining of you. And yet others you can bribe him into cuddling you and being nice. Depends on his mood and what you’re willing to offer him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Shockingly, Mars is actually extremely body positive. He’s shallow in the way that he has to think his partner is incredibly attractive to want anything to do with them, but he likes all types of bodies. He definitely has a thing for pretty mouths, though. On himself, he likes everything. I would call him a vain bastard again, but let’s be honest, I don’t blame him, he’s hot.

(Just in: local man extremely progressive and admirable, will abuse anybody regardless of how they look!!!!!)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Mars doesn’t really like much mess, so he cums mostly inside his toy (he likes the idea he’s claimed them deeper than other people.) However, if he feels like you need to know your place, he’ll cum on your face or body.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I’ll be real with you fam, probably a daddy kink due to his issues. But he would never admit it in a billion years.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I think he has the general jist, he’s had a few millennia of practice.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything that really solidifies how in control he is, and how little control his partner has.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

The closest thing to jokes he makes are teasing and degrading his partner. I would say don’t tell too many jokes or you’ll piss him off, but I think you’d have a hard time formulating words anyway.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He shaves, but he doesn’t really need to: his hair is very blond and barely noticeable. It’s mostly for the vanity.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

The most tenderness he’ll show is gentle mockery and condescension when his partner is really dazed, or in a submissive head space.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If he’s horny, he’ll just have sex with his partner. But sometimes, if his partner has been disobedient, he’ll force them to sit and watch him touch himself, telling them everything he would do to them if they hadn’t disappointed him, until they crumple and beg to touch him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s extremely dominant, he fancies himself to be a dom, but he has no respect for his partner so he’s not. Even in her female form, if she wants to be penetrated, she’ll always be the one on top (he rarely wants to be penetrated in his male form, but again, if he ever does, he’ll always be the one in control.) He likes to lightly humiliate and degrade his partner. He likes extremely rough sex. He just likes to have power over them and have them worship him, anything that feeds into his pride, control and arrogance. I could go on but you get the idea.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. And I do mean everywhere. He can shift realities just enough for he and his partner to be out of sight and hearing of anybody around in a public space, it’s how angels keep their wings hidden. He doesn’t care if you’re in the middle of a crowded restaurant, if he wants to take you into a corner and fuck you he will do it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If he’s in the mood, he’s in the mood. Anything you do will turn him on, no matter how innocuous it is. You wearing clothes he picked out for you, wearing his shirts, complimenting him, wearing lingerie, touching him, sitting in his lap, praying to him, being cute or seductive in any way, it really doesn’t take much for him to pin you down.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that gives his partner agency or control. Even though he does very occasionally like being penetrated in his male form, one time a female partner asked to peg him and the look he gave her was borderline hilarious.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He receives it. He’ll give it only if you promise him something in return, he’s trying to manipulate you into doing something for him, or as praise if you’ve been particularly good for him. He’s good at it when he does give it, though.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Extremely rough. He’s only slow if he wants to get you begging for him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves them. Get some of the tension out and see how much he can destroy his toy in a short amount of time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

None of the risk or potential discomfort is on him, so you better hope he has the decency to warn you before he jumps something new and intense on you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has too much endurance. If he wants to, he will fuck you until you literally can’t take any more and you pass out. He will last longer than you, even if he’s cum a few times already, he can and will keep going.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Mars owns quite a few toys, and will gift you many for when he’s gone – he likes it when you send him videos of you appreciating those gifts.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It depends: if he’s impatient and super horny he’ll just get straight into fucking you, but if he’s in the mood to be an asshole, he’ll tease you until you cry.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not very loud, which just means that when you do get a moan out of him, it has more weight.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Not naming any names, but some angels’ wings are extremely sensitive, enough for them to kind of get off to them being touched. Unfortunately, Mars doesn’t have that sensitivity, but it does feel nice when you touch his wings – kind of like you touching his stomach or chest.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s built like a marble statue made by a very horny gay sculptor. His true form is also very pretty, if you overlook all the bleeding eyes and the physics-defying flames and impossible angles and swords, but those things would be very easy to overlook considering the fact it would blind you. As for down there, he’s big. No surprise there. Almost intimidating. But while you might nervously eye it for a minute the first time you see it, it’s not bad enough to have you quickly gathering your things and booking it out of there.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

You better just hope you can keep up with him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t. If he’s feeling very benevolent, he’ll lay with you for a bit afterward and let you cuddle up to him. Mostly, though, he leaves you to pass out from the rough sex alone.

#Mars #FOR MARS ANON #<3 <3 <3 #this took me too long to finish #why was this one thing a magnet for typos??#hope I got them all!!!#:/#my OCs #too much information about the Matt

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minervahopebeyond · 4 years ago

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Blood Daffodils.

Hi!!! Oh this was so much fun to write💕 I hope you like it!! Tell me about it in the comments, I love to read your opinions on the characters✨ It’s so much fun!

Ps. I’ve checked but sorry if you find any errors in this one!

Chapter 4: Closeness.

Draco was kind of hating the way that Potter talked to him now. Even when he bursted into the room to call him out on his stupidity and the boy just blushed and agreed that it was his fault.

It happened because, finally Draco found something that could destroy horcruxes without burning the entire house: Basilisk venom.

He entered Potter’s room and found him using the discman. When he saw him, the green-eyed boy took off the headphones and gave him a confused look.

“It’s basilisk venom! It’s so poisonous that it can destroy it! I’ve just read it.”

He, at least, expected surprise in Potter’s eyes.

“Oh, yeah, I know. I destroyed the diary with that in second year.”

‘Show off’. Something clouded his thoughts just then.

“Potter.” He said with an unusual calm.

The boy seemed to notice that his tone was anything but peaceful. Draco saw him pulling his knees to his chest before asking ‘what’ in a really small voice.

“Were you aware of this when we were at Hogwarts?” The prat just nodded. “Didn’t you think that, maybe, passing by the chamber and getting a few Basilisk’s fangs would might come in handy FOR AN HORCRUX HUNT?”

He yelled that last part, that much was obvious. He half expected for the golden boy to say that he had other things in mind at that moment... Like fantasies about the she-weasel and other non-essential things. You can imagine his astonishment when Potter just blushed like a tomato and stuttered an apology.

“I- You’re right. I-I mean-“ The boy cleared his throat. “I didn’t think about that. Sorry.”

Draco wanted to smack him. He had prepared for that since the moment Harry said that he already knew. But, now, looking at this boy with guilty green eyes he just couldn’t.

“I can’t believe Granger, Dumbledore, didn’t think of this. They also knew about the diary, right?”

The dark-haired boy seemed to light up at the mention of the events not being, exclusively, his fault.

“Yes, they knew.”

“I blame your house. You always choose to make everything more difficult. Now we have to infiltrate the school.” Draco said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, but Potter only frowned and looked at him with indignant eyes.

“Are you bloody insane? Dumbledore is dead, the minute we put a foot on the grounds they are going to catch us.”

“Do you have a better idea, Potty?” He asked with that bickering tone that he loved to use with him. He needed normal, he needed to hear the boy to get riled up as usual. At least, as they did, back then, before their bloody fight. Or fights in plural, he couldn’t quite decide if they had fought for something in particular or for everything during those awful months.

“ Any idea is better, Malfoy.” He replied with a groan. “If we need to do that, the bare minimum request, would be to have all the horcruxes. That way, we destroy everything before they catch us.”

“Or they catch us and get all our horcruxes, to hide away in other places, before they kill us.”

“We are not going back to the school. I fucked up, I get it, but we are not giving ourselves in like that.”

His voice sounded so final, so commanding. Potter had always been a natural leader... it made Draco blush as he thought about unrealistic things, like how much he wanted to snog those determined lips until they were swollen.

The daffodils seemed so exited by his brilliant idea that they started to slam themselves against the walls of his lungs. It wasn’t quite hurtful as one would have imagine... after a year living this, having this symptoms, everything seemed more normal or smooth than before. After Draco had almost been chocked by a daffodil, everything else seemed simple in comparison.

He couldn’t help but to cough a few petals,though. The flowers seemed to reach out to the boy, jumping out of his mouth. Potter’s eyes saddened almost instantly and then looked away.

“I know you must miss him... I just can’t risk you being dragged back to the manor. I don’t know how your family would react but...” Something was strangling his voice, he could hear it, even if Harry was trying for it to come out as normal as possible. “If you want to go and be with him, I would understand. Maybe we would had to obliviate you, because you’ve been here and you know stuff... but I get that being away from him hurts you.”

Oh boy, this lie was getting a little out of hand, wasn’t it? Potter was actually offering him to go and be with Theodore. Even after what happened, after everything. He could not tell him that it wasn’t him, Draco had this feeling, in his guts, that the boy would put two and two together the second he did that.

He didn’t want to lie either, not again, so he just responded:

“Haven’t you figured it out yet, Potter? I don’t want to leave.”

The boy raised his eyes to meet Draco’s. Soft blush on his cheeks and nose. He thought that he had, not ever, been so close to kissing him. Their faces were barely apart, he could close the distance in only seconds. The daffodils seemed to realize that this was not the moment to make him cough, they just kept dancing around, inside of him, giving him this amazing feeling of anticipation.

Potter lowered his eyes and focused for fleeting moment in Draco’s lips. Anyone would had missed it... Everyone but him, he dreamed about this too many times for it to pass unnoticed.

They weren’t moving, the moment seemed to stretch out, time was much more dense, the air was so enchanting, and Draco could swear that Potter’s magic was calling for him.

This wasn’t something that happened with a straight man. He knew that Theo and Hermione had already pointed out that he stood a chance, but experiencing it? That was quite another thing. He thought he was going to die from the tickles in his lungs. And he needed to do something because as much time as the daffodils were giving him, if he kept on feeling them dancing, he was bound to cough a few petals... And he couldn’t have that: Potter would get awkward and scared.

Pansy’s voice telling him to try was echoing in his ears.

He tilted his head a little and closed the distance between them, planting a soft kiss on Harry’s cheek.

He felt the boy tense next to him, and the heat that was increasing under his lips, burning them, because of Potter’s blush.

He force himself to separate from him, if he were to keep on kissing his cheek, he might start tracing that jaw he loved so much with his kisses. That image promptly reminded him that they were alone in the room and that maybe he needed some private time quite urgently for himself.

Draco blushed horribly as he stood up. Getting turned on by kissing Potter on the cheek, how utterly desperate.

When he turned to look at the boy, he saw him as red as the Gryffindor flag, looking at him with wide eyes, expectant. But it was too much, at least for him, right now.

“I- I’ll go see if your- if your dad needs help with dinner.”

He said before he left the room and closed the door behind him. He went to his room before anything else, clearly.

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Draco was reading again, he could not even close his eyes after that little moment he lived with Potter, the one that alternated between being the best thing that he ever did and the most embarrassing.

The flowers couldn’t leave him alone, they were making him cough, trying to get him to knock on Potter’s door in the middle of the night and finish what he started hours prior.

He didn’t even kissed him. It was on the cheek, it didn’t count. He kept repeating that like a mantra, trying to restrict himself from listening to the stupid daffodils.

He casted a tempus: 3.10 A.M... The Witching hour had barely started when he he heard Potter’s screams from the room next to his.

The daffodils reacted instantly, scratching their way out, suffering from hearing the boy. Draco leap off the bed, coughing the yellow petals as he walked across the bedroom, quickly as he could.

He opened the door of the boy’s room and ran towards his bed, where Harry was moving restlessly and making pained noises.

“Potter!” He called, shaking him a little. They boy didn’t wake up so he sat on the bed and shook him harder. “Potter, it’s a nighmare. Wake up! Potter!” When that didn’t work either, Draco leaned in, trying to be as close to his ear as possible, considering that he just kept moving. “Harry, you are safe. It’s not real. Wake up, Harry.” He said softly.

The boy seemed to cease his restless moving, although he didn’t open his eyes until Draco committed the huge mistake of brushing his hand through his black messy hair. He blames the stupid flowers, they always took down his inhibitions.

“Draco..?” Potter asked with his eyes half-opened. The green in them seemed to shine even in the darkness of the room.

“You were having a nightmare. It’s late, go back to sleep.” He whispered, in a lame attempt of getting the boy to close his eyes and forget that anything even happened.

He was standing up to leave the room when Potter spoke softly.

“Can you stay?”

The flowers twirled inside of him, enchanted by the whole thing. Draco blushed.

A lot of ways to respond to Potter flashed through his mind.

’No. There is only one bed Potty.’

‘Are you high?’

‘YES’

‘I think I might not control myself, Potter.’

‘You realize that I’m a queer seventeen year old boy? Hormones.’

‘Why?’

He took so much time to answer, only looking at the boy who was lying on the bed, that Harry interpreted it as if Draco were to agree. He saw him moving to a side to make a little more room on the bed for him. The blond boy just kept staring at him, one would think that he was confunded.

“I just dreamed something horrible. Please.”

He sounded so pleading... How could he ever say no to this gorgeous boy? The flowers kept moving, thrilled, inside of him. He was just glad that he didn’t cough as he laid besides Potter. The boy just frowned.

“Isn’t it uncomfortable over the covers?” He whispered and Draco blushed even more.

“I imagine that it would be uncomfortable if I were to sleep inside of them, Potter. It’s a single bed.”

A silence stretched between them, the blond boy thought that maybe Harry had fallen sleep until he talked.

“There are single beds at Hogwarts...”

And what was that supposed to mean? “...Did you sleep over the covers there as well?”

It sounded so naive, he couldn’t help to let out a soft chuckle. Well if he wanted to make comments about his live life, it was only fair that Draco got to do the same.

“Did you slept over the covers with Ginevra, Potty?”

The boy pulled a face, his cheeks darkened, he supposed that it was from blushing but with how dark the room was, it was hard to tell. Harry looked away from his eyes.

“I didn’t sleep with Ginny.” Draco frowned.

“She couldn’t stay over? Nobody covered for you two?” Potter sighed exasperated.

“No. I mean that we didn’t sleep together at all. Like... we just snogged. Only that.”

For the love of Merlin, it was the most precious thing that he had heard in months. Clearly, Potter could do what he wanted... he didn’t owe anything to him, Draco certainly did what he pleased with Theodore...

But Draco was an only child, one that was used to have all the things for himself, he didn’t share well, he hadn’t learned how. And now the love of his life was telling him that he only kissed the she-weasel and he asked him to stay with him after a nightmare...

It felt like a dream, maybe it was but he didn’t care. The flowers had never been so tamed, so relaxed, dancing around quietly in a haze of pure love.

Draco’s heart was beating so fast... He forced himself to ask the only questions in his mind right then.

“Why...? Did she want to wait or something?”

Potter’s eyes locked with his; filled with questions and demanding the truth. Draco thought that his gorgeous green eyes were worse than veritaserum for him.

“I didn’t want to... Do you remember the conversation we had? About relationships?” He just nodded. “It had to do with that, I thought it had to feel different... How did you know? With Nott?”

Draco wanted to go back to New Year’s Eve and punch himself on the face. This would be so much easier to explain if he hadn’t made everyone believe that his Hanahaki was caused for Theodore. He tried to be as ambiguous as he could.

“I just needed him. Didn’t plan it... everything sort of happened and I didn’t regret it.”

“Makes sense...” the boy whispered with a very vulnerable tone in his voice.

Draco couldn’t figure out why suddenly Potter was sad again but the flowers started to get anxious, begging him to put a smile on the boy’s face. He didn’t think much as he got off the bed and pulled the covers to get inside of the bed. His heart hammering against his chest to the beat of the daffodils slamming themselves against his lungs.

When he was covered, he looked at Potter who had this amazed look in his green eyes that clashed with the astonishment of his face.

“You offered, Potty. You can’t take it back.”

A soft smile appeared on Harry’s lips and Draco could almost hear the flowers roaring in triumph. Then, the boy snuggled a little closer and the smell of his hair invaded the blond boy’s nostrils. The flowers jumped a little.

“Close your eyes, Malfoy.” He replied with a fake annoyed tone.

Draco did as he was told. That night he slept and dreamed about Potter, as usual... The only difference was that, when he woke up, he found Harry resting his head on his chest, cuddling him.

Draco could not contain the big, beaming, smile that appeared in his face.

#drarry #fanfic #fanfiction #prongsfoot

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mountainleafuniversity · 4 years ago

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Linneaus: Undertow Pt 1

Artwork by: @warrior-kitty

Special thanks to: @gemellath

This story is rated PG-13 for content. You have been warned.

It was a beautiful day for the citizens of Charluftton as the Wild Waves Festival was in full swing. The plaza was full of vendors selling t-shirts and frozen ice, the bar was full of all kinds of live music, including bands like Boil, The Lost Tapes and Art House, and even the beach was full of fun events such as volley ball, sailing, and even a beach 5k obstacle course. Boaters were out fishing and tubing and just all around having a good time. However, for the shapeshifting vixen, she was lying home in bed wearing her work cap, a buttoned jacket and khaki work pants. On her nametag was the name “Kit Rouge”. She was a shy fox who was diagnosed with a disorder that caused her to have trouble controlling her shapeshifting powers, and today, due to the events that occurred at work, was no exception.

“All I did was get grossed out…” she muttered. “Yet of course I turned into a fox bug like I always do when I’m disgusted. And of course, everyone thinks I’m too old for this to happen. I can’t control it…”

Kit had a busy day at work with lots of fishermen and families out buying things from pool toys to bait and couldn’t even stop the lines from the shoppers just itching to get their stuff and hit the water. She swore if she saw another sailor she would transform into her angry form and chuck them off their boat.

Her cellphone rang, and Kit answered.

“Hey Vixie!” Coin started, wearing sunglasses. “Work was rough today wasn’t it?!”

“Oh! Hello Coin! It was rough! Like the time that giraffe all jacked up on cocaine went up to you and-“

“Didn’t you remember our plans for today?!” he interrupted.

“What plans?” the khaki-clad kitsune asked.

“To go tubing with us!” Rio said.

“But I thought we were going to go to the beach!” Kit cried. “I want to lie down, get a sun tan and eat all the cannolis I can think off!”

“The beach is tomorrow and the next day!” Coin replied.

“Just get changed, pack some sandwiches and don’t forget the tube! See you in a half an hour.”

With that they hung up.

Kit thought about it for a second and decided to just go embark with her friends on the boat.

The young vixen put on a yellow one-piece swimsuit and covered it with a Zelda t-shirt and her khaki shorts from her work uniform. She then put on her special waterproof contacts, so she doesn’t turn her friends into her clones again. Finally, she made her friends sandwiches to eat on the boat while they hung out. Kit opened the garage to find Coin’s boat tube and sighed, knowing that none of their days out ever go well.

When she arrived, she saw her jackelope friend in his salmon trunks, purple t-shirt and sunglasses, with Rio harvest mouse perched on top of his antlers. She was in a little sailor’s outfit with a cap.

“First mate Rio! Ready to embark!” she said with glee.

“Hey Kitty!” Coin blurted. “Just put the tube in the back, were going to go fishing for a little while.”

“I thought you had a fear of fish.” Kit replied.

“My dad wants us to get fish for the Braun’s fish recipe!”

“You hate the taste of fish as well!”

“I’m getting paid if I do this.”

“Fair.”

And with that, they entered the boat.

Kit untied the ropes from the hooks, while Rio and Coin brought the buoys into the boat.

“Hey um Kit…” Rio said. “I think you might want to put your sunhat in the cabinet, so you don’t lose it.

“Oh, I’m fine.” Kit said without concern. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

As Coin and First Mate Rio pushed it to thirty miles an hour, Kit began to scream as her body grew more multicolored fur, whiskers grew, and her body became feline. The scared cat held onto her hat as hard as she could while the boat tore through the river.

“I retract my previous statement!” screamed Kit. “This is way too fast! My hat’s gonna fly away if you’re not careful!”

“Too fast?” replied Coin, seemingly unaffected by the rip-roaring speeds they were currently travelling at.

“No way! Calm down, will you? If you didn’t want your hat to get blown off, you should’ve at least stored it in the compartment.”

Begrudgingly, he and Rio slowed to boat down so that Kit could hand the hat over to Rio.

“Honestly,” she said, “We should’ve insisted on it in the first place.”

As they continued to sail, the trio began to develop an appreciation for the architecture of the waterside houses. Rio would wonder aloud who lives there, or there, or there? Enough time had passed for Kit to have calmed down; one tug of her tail later, and she was back in her fox form.

“Right then,” she said, retrieving her hat at last, “What are we up to first?”

“Sandbar, of course!” replied Rio as the boat sailed towards the spot where the ocean embraced the shore.

The little stretch of sand was surprisingly full of people sunbathing, dipping their toes in the water; anything to make the most of the fresh heat.

“Oh, nice! We can all have a game of keepie-uppie!”

Kit casted her line out towards the water and waited. Soon enough she had something on her line, reeling it in as hard as she could to discover she had caught a gar.

“Nice!” she said, pleased with herself.

“Hey, look guys I caught this cool long-billed thing!”

The crowd looked over, but only saw the fish worth jack squat and laughed.

Kit became slimier and turned grey, with white hair growing until she was now her sad form, the fox slug Granny.

“Dang nabbit!” she muttered to herself before casting the line once again…only to this time catch a sea bass…

“Did you bring the football?” Rio asked.

“Sure did!” Coin said, holding the old pigskin.

“I said the football!” Rio growled.

“This is a football!” Coin responded, perplexed.

Soon an argument erupted between the two of them, until they decided to just toss the ball around. The jackelope through a spiral throw towards Rio, who then responded by nailing her personal perch in the chest. Coin got up, picked the football off of the bar and tossed it again. After a while, he was getting nailed in the face, chest, and even in the groin by the sailor mouse’s throws. He called for a time out to see Granny still trying to catch fish.

“Hey bud.” She said. “Could you give my tail a pull?”

Coin turned her back into Kit.

“Thanks”

“So what’s going on here?” Coin asked.

“I”ve been catching nothing but sea bass and gar…”

Coin looked at her in disbelief.

“Kit there aren’t any sea bass in here…you mean sea trout.”

Kit blushed a little.

“It’s alright, you caught like five of them already!”

So, they waited and caught a decent amount of fish to put in the cooler.

After sunbathing for a bit, the Trio decided it was time to go tubing. They packed up their chairs, their belongings and the fish, which were placed in a water tank on the back of the boat.

“Alright guys!” Rio shouted with excitement. “Time for tubing!”

Coin took off his shirt and glasses, leaving him with only his trunks, while Kit dressed down to her swimsuit. Both of them then put on life jackets and hopped onto the tube.

“Um…” Kit said, somewhat nervous. “I’m not sure I want to do this…”

“Oh we’ll be fine. I’ve gone tubing dozens of times.”

“Get ready you guys!” First Mate Rio shouted as she pushed on the gas. She pulled it forward and the two cryptid creatures were yanked screaming. They narrowly missed other boats and shores, but soon the wild mouse got carried away. At a wedding reception between two mice on a dock, the two burst through and destroyed the dock the mice were on, leaving Coin with a face full of tiny wedding cake, and Kit with the groom in her mouth. Next, the two of them flew over another boat’s wake, which was sunk as soon as the tube landed on it. Finally, they neared an exclusive gated community residence, and ended up going through the yards of the tenants. Statues, trees, and rocks pelted them with pure bruises and scratches. At one point, they broke in through a beaver business man’s house and destroyed his kitchen, his teenage daughter’s bedroom, and his priceless wine cellar.

After breaking out of the last wall, a ramp was seen straight ahead for the duo, and with the ramp, Kit flew off of the tube and belly flopped into the water. Coin, luckily, stayed on, but ended up getting dragged through marsh grasses and oyster beds. He was all chopped up, so when Rio stopped, Coin fell into a million pieces. He healed himself, as always when he got this injured, and pulled into the boat.

“Hang on, where’s Kit?” the crazy driver asked.

From a groan they heard, the two saw her bobbing in the water. Coin spun it back around to collect Kit, who wasn’t very amused about the whole situation once she climbed back on board.

She was trying her best not to snap at Rio, as the jackelope got her a towel to wipe off the water.

Rio than then tried to fire up the engine but called Coin over. After a brief and worried discussion, the rabbit sheepishly confronted his fox friend.

“Umm…Kit….”

“What is it?” she snapped with her eyes already glowing.

“The boat…it’s out of gas…”

Suddenly Kit screamed as she transformed into DemKit, with his voice deepening into a roar. He picked up the cowering and flailing jackelope and chucked him off the boat. Then moved on towards Rio and held her up, shaking her around.

“WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO NOW FIRST MATE RIO?!?!” he roared.

“Calm Down!” Rio said. “Coin can just call the boat tow.”

DemKit dropped Rio and blushed a little embarrassed.

“Sorry Coin!” he yelled out.

“Try to grab the tube.”

Coin swam towards the tube, failing to notice the fin behind him. He climbed onto it, but as he was being pulled in by the fox monster, a shark leapt from behind him and bit down on his swim trunks, ripping them and pulling them into the water. His two friends screamed with DemKit frantically pulling on the rope harder, but it was fruitless as he pulled it in to find the shark had cut it in half. Coin, meanwhile, had a censor bar over his special area and watched as whale watchers and fishermen boated by laughing. The shark returned and pulled the censor off of him, causing DemKit and Rio to blush and look away.

“How can this get any worse?” the mouse said to herself.

“There they are!” an angry woman said, with a crowd of people on a police boat. The officer looked to see a sailor mouse next to a steering wheel, some fox monster, and a naked jackelope behind them.

“Oh crap.” DemKit said to himself, embarrassed.

Later on, Kit, now back as her normal self, and Coin were eating the fish they’d caught in the estuary with their families at Coin’s house.

“I’m glad they found out I was just transformed.” She said. “And they found the shark with Coin’s compressions lodged in its throat at the hospital. He said he needed clothes to deliver to someone.”

“Who?” Gunda asked

“We don’t know yet, but because he pulled my censored bar away he now has to register as a sex offender.”

“As for Rio?” Kit’s father asked.

“Well because she was recklessly driving to the point of bodily harm and property damage, and we didn’t do anything wrong, she has to spend the Festival in jail.” Kit replied.

“It’s a good thing you guys called to get the trout out.” Jonas said. “Proud of you son!”

“Thanks dad! How was the nautical golf tournament?”

“Well, we placed second.” He declared to Margaret. “We have to go to the plaza tomorrow. You are performing tomorrow night correct?”

“Yea, I’m meeting Harry and Roxie at work tomorrow, and D’Arcy is setting up her clothing tent at the beach market.”

“Apparently someone sent a threat to her earlier this afternoon.” Kit’s brother told them. “They’re investigating who sent it.”

“Well, it’s probably nothing we should worry about, but we should tell D’Arcy once we get to the beach.”

Meanwhile the salmon trunks sank into a cave where a sea serpent sat waiting and grabbed it.

“Nice…” she said. “A sample of clothing from one of that jersey devil’s friends.” She smiled with glee. “He could be useful to me… in finally bringing her down…” she laughed as her factory workers continued to work…

#story #writing #cryptids #cryptid #original writing #comedy #art

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fallen029 · 4 years ago

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Late Night Bumps

"What are you doing?"

This was the groggy question of Laxus Dreyar as, with bleary eyes, he ran a hand through his blond locks and tried to make out the shapes in the darkness before him. Back at his place, he usually fell asleep forgetting to turn off a light or lamp somewhere in the apartment, leading to having some amount of light, were he to awaken in the dead of night. This wasn't the case, however, at the Strauss place it seemed.

It was dark. Completely dark. The blinds and curtains were pulled tight in Mirajane's bedroom and, though Laxus could sense both Elfman and Lisanna had come home at some point in the night, neither seemed to have left the hall light on. No one ever did in the Strauss house, it seemed.

Still, through streaks of moonlight he could kind of make out Mirajane moving around the bedroom, her shadowy form confusing him a bit. It must have been her climbing out of bed that awakened him. It was cold now though. The bed was. Emptier. Fall had only been upon them for a few weeks, but already, the evening temps had skewed rather low so far.

As he pushed up, Laxus found himself shivering involuntarily as the blanket cascaded down his chest, leaving him mostly bare. Blinking at where his girlfriend stood, before the bed now, he saw something he couldn't quite make out in her hand.

"Is that a fucking ax?" he asked, but not really in alarm. No. It was more of a dreamy reaction. A throw away, drowsy question. Dazed and, somehow, disinterested.

"No," she answered simply before humming. "Well, I guess some people might say so."

Laxus hands came up to his eyes this time and, rubbing hard against them, the slight pain was enough to awaken him fully. When he dropped them, he felt as if he could see a bit more clearly and was able to recognized the strange shadowy shape held in his girlfriend's slender hand.

"It's your guitar," he said a bit dumbly and, as it was, Mirajane nodded easily. Through a fought yawn, Laxus questioned, "Why?"

"Can't sleep," she answered him simply with a shrug. "Usually when I can't, I get up and strum a bit, until I fall back asleep. But I didn't wanna wake you. Too late though, I guess."

"Yeah." That time he let the yawn escape before he finished his agreement. "Too late."

He and the woman hadn't been together that long. Err, well, maybe they had, in a certain sense of the word. It had nearly been a year since the first time he and Mirajane found themselves going out on a serious date with one another. While the connection was there though, he was gone frequently, on jobs, while she was very busy at the bar most days. It was hard for the two of them to find time together.

About a month or so ago now, they had a more serious discussion when, after being invited to a rather ritzy ball, Mirajane found herself having to take Lucy instead of one of her typical suitors. Which she enjoyed the night, she made it clear to Laxus, when she saw him next, that it hadn't been her intention to go home alone that night and should he wish to be sure she didn't next time, he'd best either be accompanying her or giving her a good reason to miss out on such an event.

The man didn't really have relationships in that way often. Official ones. Exclusive. Monogamous. That last word alone made his blood run a bit cold and fear late nights, when he was feeling low or high, good or bad, just needing someone, when the only person he was supposed to need would be far away. The idea of losing her, however, losing the moments like he was having at the moment, was too strong. Too much.

He'd take going to bed with cold showers a thousand times over never finding himself in the demon's bed again.

Or worse; knowing while he was messing around with another woman, one of those suitors was back home with the one he really wanted.

It was how he found himself invited over to the Strauss house, anyways, that evening. He'd gotten home from a job and Mirajane took off immediately, rushing right off to the market as he had a beer and shared his tale of conquest with also recently returned Thunder Legion. After procuring the proper supplies, she took her dragon home, made him a big meal, and heard the story for herself. Well, a version of it.

Perhaps a more exaggerated one, even.

"When do I get to do it, huh?" he questioned with a big of a grin, maybe, it was always hard to tell with the man as his smiles were either open and evil or slight and sincere. As he stared across the kitchen table from his demon that night though, his tone was light (if not a bit inebriated) and his lips were upturned a bit as he went on, "Get to make you dinner?"

"What?" Mirajane asked with a raised eyebrow as she leaned against the table, staring over at him with her glassy blue eyes. "My dinner wasn't good enough for you, dragon?"

"Of course it was. It was the best fucking dinner I've ever had."

"Watch your mouth," she reminded, though it was with a grin of her own and the slayer only held his head higher in response.

"But," he insisted still, tapping a hand against his chest, "I'm a bit of a master chef myself."

"Is that true?"

"I mean, it's not not true," he said over her giggles. "I've traveled the continent, demon. I've picked up a few dishes I can whip up along the way."

"Alright then," she said with a nod of her head. "Name the place and I'll be there."

"What if I said tomorrow night? Huh?" He shifted back in his chair as she rose, making room for when she came to claim his lap. As she did so, he only insisted, "I'll make you somethin'."

"You can make me anything you want, Laxus." Nuzzling her head into the crook of her neck, she liked the feeling of it, getting a good, deep chuckle from the man. "Anytime."

When they really retired to bed that night, Mirajane only reminded Laxus that she'd be gone in the morning, off to open up up the guildhall, and to be courteous of her siblings, would would surely arrive home sometime that night and would be around to tease him in the light of a new day.

But it wasn't dawn or anywhere close to it as Mira stood before the bed and he sat up in it, eyes locked in the darkness with hers.

"Come get back in bed," he told her. "I'll help ya sleep."

"Mmmm, no, Lax, this is really the only way to do it," she insisted to him. "Trust me, I've tried other ways. When I can't sleep, I have to strum a bit and then-"

"Well, where are you going?"

"The living room," she said with a shrug. "I'll play till I fall asleep on the couch."

"My woman ain't sleeping on that couch."

"I'm really small," she insisted to him. "Sleeping on a couch is actually really cozy for me."

"I said that fucking couch. That deathtrap, dumpster fodder you have."

"Okay, you're about to be the one sleeping on it."

"My couch," he went on, a bit more awake now, "back at my place? Best piece of furniture money can buy. So comfortable. Your two decade old couch that came with the house you bought when you were fifteen? Not even worthy of my ass, much less my woman."

"Dragon, it's late," she complained now. "I need to do this to fall back asleep. So-"

"Then do it." He patted the bed. "Right here. C'mon."

"I don't want to keep you up."

"I ain't going to sleep, in your bed, with you on the fucking couch. I'd just be laying here, waiting for you to stop strumming, and then go carry you to bed."

Mira took a moment to respond before saying, "Okay, I like that idea."

"Demon, no."

"But it would be so cute."

"Come sit down," he ordered, voice a bit gruffer than it usually would be with the woman, "and play your guitar. Now. So we can both go back to sleep."

Mirajane clearly had a complaint on her tongue, but she swallowed it with a bit of realization as, when he didn't move to lay back down, she could tell he planned on listening to her.

"What are you gonna do?" she asked as, slowly, she climbed back into bed, nestling her acoustic on her lap. "Listen to me pick at my guitar at two in the morning?"

"If it helps my woman fall to sleep?" At her finally rejoining him back in bed, the slayer tugged the covers back up around himself. "You fucking bet I am."

Mira made a face and a noise of annoyance in the back of her throat before, softly, telling him, "Fine, but you better promise to carry me to bed one day."

"I'll carry you from a couch to a bed," he assured her. "But I'll only carry you from your couch to a bath tub."

"Lax-" she started to gripe, but stopped to instead muse, "Actually, that would be cute too."

He rolled his eyes, the slayer did, but as she began to actual strum a few chords, he took to shifting back down and closing them instead. With a soft breath, he whispered, "Do you take requests?"

She hummed her next words, in time with her strumming, as she informed the man simply, "No, dragon."

"That's okay," he decided with one last yawn as, at the feeling of her being there, in bed with him at least, even if it was cross-legged and further down, he was given all the comfort he needed to finally drift back off. "I won't for dinner tomorrow either."

#Miraxus #Mirajane Strauss #Laxus Dreyar #Fairy Tail #Fanfiction #Laxus #Mirajane #Mira

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