#people would rather ‘spare your feelings’ by lying to your face about how much they care about your creative endeavors than just tel you

[chewwytwee]

The perception that classical music is somehow more arcane and esoteric than any other kind of music is 90% of the reason people are so totally uninterested in it. Most people seem to have just decided that there’s no way they’ll ever understand or enjoy classical music, so the second it comes up they turn their brain off and refuse to even try to engage with the material because it’s ‘boring and too hard’. It’s the same shit with math, or physics, or any other ‘difficult’ subject that people arbitrarily hate cuz it’s ‘RelAtAbLe’ to not understand it.

You literally might as well talk to a brick wall because people are obstinate that 1: they’re incapable of learning difficult things and 2: even if they could learn a difficult thing it wouldn’t be worth their time and effort because the subject matter isn’t cool enough to justify spending time on

[ponderingmoonlight]

How JJK men act when you have insomnia (can't sleep)

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader; Toge x fem!reader; Megumi x fem!reader (special thanks to @belovedvamp for that jaw-dropping gorgeous Megumi requests, like wow)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: nightmares, angst to comfort in everyone, I would like to point out that Megumi is my favorite part and that I'm thinking about doing a Part 2, so if you're invested definetely let me know 😭not 100% proofread yet

Gojo Satoru

„Huh, why are you still awake babe? Aren’t you tired?”

Satoru takes in your gorgeous sight, how you lay curled up in your shared bed with your sleepy eyes darted towards him. God, why do you have to be so stunning, why does the selfish urge to keep you awake a little longer become almost unbearable for him when he knows exactly why you’re unable to sleep?

The mattress gives in under your boyfriend’s weight next to you, his hand gently caressing your head. You feel drunk, as if your body doesn’t function properly anymore. No wonder, after all you were awake for more than 30 hours by now, fighting and fighting to finally exorcise a bunch of special grade curses while Satoru was busy somewhere else.

But you’re scared to close your eyes again, to get confronted with the horrible things you’ve saw today. After each and every mission, your brain haunts you with awful nightmares, reminds you of all the death, all the injured, all the things you’ve lost.

No, you just can’t take it. You’d rather stay up a little longer in desperate hopes to be spared than risking to have another bad dream.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about it”, you mumble into your heavy blanket, eyes drifting to the window.

It began to rain, heavy droplets pounding against the glass violently, thunder erupting in the dark sky. Carefully, Satoru lays down beside you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

“I know you’re lying”, he mutters against your sensitive neck.

“Is it because of your nightmares?”

You turn around to face him in utter surprise. When did you ever told him about those nightmares? You always kept them to yourself, suffered through them on your own. After all, Satoru is a very busy man who shouldn’t have to worry about something like a bad dream. Yes, it seems pretty ridiculous to whine about your nightmares when the strongest of them all is the one you’re talking to.

“Don’t worry about that, I’m fine”, you lie into his face, gifting him a small smile to convince him.

But your eyes don’t lie. They show nothing but terror and dread, nothing but fatigue and alertness at the same time. Suddenly Satoru’s heart feels heavy. He should have realized it sooner, the way you always go to sleep after him when you were out on a mission. Why did it never cross his mind that all of this might be too much for you? Maybe because you’re so damn strong, maybe because you make it look so damn easy every time, carrying the weight of all those missions so that his students don’t suffer.

“It makes no sense to lie to me. Why didn’t you tell me about it, babe? I’m sure Shoko might be able to help you-“

“There’s nothing anyone could do about this”, you interrupt him immediately.

“Trust me, I tried everything out there. I guess this is just how my brain tries to cope with all those things, the people dying and stuff…”

“But you don’t have to go through this alone. We’re a team, remember? Why don’t you wake me up whenever you feel upset? Why do you go to sleep after I’m already passed out? (y/n), don’t do this to yourself.”

Gently, he cups your cheek with his hand, forcing you to look up at him. Oh, how much you hate that familiar feeling. That feeling of being useless, of being weak. Are you really too frail to even sleep after a mission? Why aren’t you able to handle the things you see like the others, like Kento and Satoru? All that training, all that power just to cry in your sleep over the things that happened hours ago.

Truly pathetic.

“Do you really think you’re alone? Especially in the beginning, Kento was plagued by nightmares each and every night so much that he couldn’t even fall asleep. Suguru and I…it is always rough, remembering the faces of those you weren’t able to save. But don’t let them keep you awake, don’t think you have to simply endure this. I’m here each and every night to hold you, okay? I’m here, you’re not alone (y/n).”

Oh Satoru.

Without thinking twice, you turn around and intertwine your body with his, desperately trying to keep your composure. How do you even deserve a man like him? A man who seems goofy most of the time but hast the softest side, a man who cares more about everyone around him than himself.

Your boyfriend, the strongest with a heart of pure gold.

“I hate when they haunt me in my sleep”, you finally give in, hiding your face against his warm chest.

“I know, babe. Trust me, we all do.”

Ever so gently, he strokes your hair and back, embraces you in his very own warmth. Satoru feels like home, like the perfection you are chasing each and every day. What would you even do without his loving arms as your home? Where would you be without his constant support? All those nights he stood by your side, watched a awful romantic movie so you’d feel good again. The countless times he cooked your favourite meal for you, only to throw it away and order food afterwards. All those times he rushed to your side when you got injured, how he always manages to be right by your side when you wake up. And oh, how tender is touch feels against your skin, how his warmth embraces you with every inch of his body. He feels so good, so comforting…

Satoru watches with a small smile as your lids grow heavy and finally close, your breath leaving your mouth evenly.

“As long as I’m the one holding you, no nightmare in the world will dare to wake you up, babe”, he breathes against your ear, holding you tightly in his arms throughout the whole night.

Inumaki Toge

You stare at the full moon blankly, mind racing. How are you supposed to get out of this alive? Are you even strong enough to lead your very own mission without someone by your side? This will be the first time you’ll be completely on your own. Without Maki, without Panda, without Toge…You trained hard these last months, you know what you’re capable of. But still…

Is it enough?

“Kelp.”

His tender voice rips you out of your poisonous thoughts immediately, glossy eyes shooting up to take in his sight. Why does he have to look so delicate with the moonlight highlighting his features? Why does his mouth have to be so damn captivating?

Why is it so easy to fall hopelessly in love with Toge Inumaki?

“Sorry, I thought y’all were asleep”, you explain visibly uncomfortably.

How embarrassing, getting caught by your crush while silently crying into the night about a damn mission. A silent yawning escapes your lips before you can stop it, tired eyes covered by a curtain of tears. God, you are so tired.

“Salmon roe.”

Before you even comprehend what’s happening, the white-haired boy takes his hand into yours gently, staring at you so intensely that you forget how to breathe for a moment. It’s like he wants to tell you that everything will be alright, that you have nothing to worry about.

“I don’t think I can do this alone, Toge. I don’t think I’m strong enough to do this…”, you finally give in.

“Bonito flakes”, he immediately replies.

Without thinking twice, he takes out a small notepad and begins to write frantically. You know he always carries a writing block with him for time that require more than a few words, more than gestures are able to say.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, you worked hard these last weeks. And you’re great! Just do as good as you always do, I’m counting on you, (y/n)! Please try to get some sleep now :)”

With every word you read your heart beats a little faster, with every word your grin grows a little wider. If he only knew how much his words truly mean to you…

“So you really think I can do it on my own?”, you question.

“Salmon!”

“Thank you, Toge”, you mutter touched.

You don’t know why, but suddenly your eyes start to burn in tears. Toge holds nothing but affection in his gaze, hand still resting on yours while squeezing it ever so slightly. He truly believes in you and your abilities, shows no doubt in your save return. Maybe…maybe you’re actually able to do this. Maybe you are indeed ready for your first solo mission.

Toge stands up again, signalling you with a gentle squeeze to stand up as well. You follow him through the dark hallways of Jujutsu High, right into the dorm you know so well.

“Tuna”, he whispers into the night before pressing you against his warm chest.

You feel as light as a feather, too stunned to speak by the way his arms feel wrapped around your body. He smells intoxicating, so good that you can’t help but sniff in and out. Is this really the first time Toge Inumaki hugged you for more than 10 seconds? It definitely is hard to let him go again.

“I believe in you, (y/n).”

Did he…Did he just speak?

“Toge…”, you breathe out, watching as his smile grows even wider.

With a last wave, he is gone in the darkness of the night, leaving you standing in the middle of your room on your own with your feelings scattered all over the place. Toge Inumaki just hugged you. No, Toge INumaki just spoke. He told you that he believes in you.

“How am I supposed to sleep now?”, you mumble to yourself.

Fushiguro Megumi

Your eyes snap open in an instant, ice cold sweat running down your face. Where are you? Is it over? You…

You breathe out. It was a nightmare. Again.

“Fuck”, you hiss to yourself while rubbing your aching head.

Why do you have to get haunted by these horrible nightmares, when will it finally stop? Even Gojo-sensei seems to be clueless about your condition, about what keeps you up each and every night.

But you know something that will help you to get through this night. Or rather someone.

Your bare feet stick to the wooden floor ever so slightly while you wander through the dark hallways on your way to his doorstep. Is he even awake? Maybe he won’t open the door at all.

Little do you know that Megumi sits in his bed with his eyes wide open, staring at the door knob in sheer excitement for your return into his arms. He knows it doesn’t mean much to you and at the beginning, it didn’t mean anything to him either. You just came into his room from time to time, searching for comfort in his hug to chase your nightmares away. And since you were friends, Megumi had nothing against stroking your head gently and wrapping his arms around you.

But something seems different now. Something about the sensation of you visiting him late at night sends shivers down his spine, your moonlit features let his heart hammer against his ribcage. It’s like he wants to hold you even closer, wants your breath to brush against his face. Why does it dawn to him how delicate your curves look and how soft your hair feels? There is no use in denying it, no sense in fighting against the obvious.

Megumi Fushiguro has fallen hopelessly in love with you.

The knocks against his wooden floor send him to his door straight away, opening it before you’re able to think twice.

“Oh, I didn’t knew you were still awake, Fushiguro”, you mutter into the darkness.

God, how much he hates the fact that you always call him by his last name. What would he give to hear his name out of your mouth once?

“What do you want here, (y/n)?”

His voice sounds harsher than anticipated while it takes all his strength to not swallow you in his arms immediately.

“I had a bad dream again…”

The vulnerable tone of your voice kills him from the inside. Without saying another word, he steps aside, allows you to enter his dorm without hesitation. You position yourself on the left side of his bed like you always do, hiding yourself in his already warm sheets. Without hesitation, he crawls back into his bed, inviting you into his arms with a long breath.

You smell as good as you always do. Why did it take him so long to realize that you smell absolutely intoxicating, that the mixture of your shampoo, body scent and perfume is addictive? Maybe he should tell you about the way he feels, finally confess how you make his heart beat out of his chest. But how would you react?

Would you…reject him? For all these years of knowing each other, you were never more than friends. Good buddies, pals, but not more than that. None of you ever crossed the line of plain cuddling each other to sleep. Not once did your lips brush over his, not once did your hands move further than his chest. Would you even love him back?

“Come on, you have to have a crush (y/n)! Is it Chris Pine, Tom Holland? Are you more into Korean guys?”, Nobara inquired over and over.

You just rolled your eyes with a playful grin, almost making Megumi fall out of his chair next to Yuji.

“I don’t have a crush on anyone. I’m perfectly fine by myself”, you insisted.

“I like tall woman with a big ass”, Yuji interrupted out of nowhere, gaining a punch in his face by Nobara.

That was it, the first time he noticed something strange. The way his heart suddenly grew heavier than metal, sunk into his chest, took his breath away. He was hurt by your words. Megumi Fushiguro was hurt by the stinging fact that you didn’t say his name like he secretly hoped for, that your eyes didn’t even flinch towards him for the split of a second.

“Hey, are you alright? Why did you tense up like that?”, you mutter against his chest while drawing circles onto his t-shirt with your delicate fingertip.

“Oh, it’s nothing for you to worry about”, he lies into this tender night.

He presses you against his own body a little tighter, watches how your eyes grow heavy with every passing minute that you listen to his steady heartbeat. This shouldn’t mean more to him than comforting an old friend, it shouldn’t make his heart flutter and palms sweaty. But the soft snores leaving your mouth sound oh so lovely, the way your eyes move behind closed lids makes his heart skip a beat. You have to be the most precious creature on this earth, so valuable that he never wants to let you go again.

Until he has in the morning. Until you return back into his arms when nightmares keep you up another night.

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[fanfiction-blep]

If you are up to doing poly- how do you think Ronal and Tonowari would be with a little human s/o?

Thanks a bunch!

So fun fact about me I am actually polygamous myself, I have no objection writing more poly fics or one shots. Also this is a little short so let me know if you want a more detailed or even smutty version.

Little One~

So tonowari isn’t as opposed to his attraction to you at first. He eases into it and adjusts to the situation, his mate on the other hand. Ronal had a lot of difficulty she had a distinct dislike for humans. But she would be lying if she said she wasn’t immediately drawn to you.

The gentle way you dealt with the wildlife around you. How kind you were with the people of her village. It was hard to ignore that you were not like other humans.

After a while they both became incredibly protective of you. Ensuring that you always had oxygen tanks to hand, scolding you if you didn’t bring a spare with you.

Becoming agitated if other members of the community absentmindedly knocked you over in their day to day tasks.

They barley let you out of their sight, one of them was watching over you always.

At first you thought they didn’t trust you, you sought comfort with the sully family and tried your best to fit in and contribute.

But you couldn’t weave baskets the same, you couldn’t fish. It was hard, but you tried.

One day it became to much and you snuck away to a secluded area to vent your frustration in the form of tears. The feeling of being ostracised too much for you in that moment. Ronal found you, panicked as she has lost sight of you for far to long for her liking.

“y/n?” She tried to keep her voice steady and hide her concern, but fear was replaced with anger when she saw the tears rolling down your cheeks.

Now it was only one moment, a singular second of time where she paused to admire you, your eyes glassy from the tears, a light tint on your cheeks you we’re beautiful to her. But that was I trusted by anger at whatever had caused you upset.

“Are you hurt, who did-“ her concern bubbled over her hands reaching around you to check for injury. “Ronal I am fine, I was just a little upset” “a little?” “Please don’t bother yourself I know you don’t want me here.” “What” she was taken off guard, she had no idea how you had come to this conclusion but she was sure she knew how to rectify it. She leaned down cupping your face in her large hand. “The only place I want you is in mine and my mates arms, little one” her voice was so tender and sweet, you melted into her touch. “Really?” your eyes looked up at hers and she had to fight the urge to ravish you right then and there.

She instead decided to lean down and lightly kiss your face, your nose, eyes, cheeks and finally your lips.

When tonowari was greeted in their shared tent by the sight of you sat on-top of Ronal’s lap he couldn’t contain himself.

He left feverish kisses all along your shoulders and spine. Down your neck as his right hand rested firmly on Ronal’s tight, the other wrapped tightly around your waist.

You were trapped between them and there is nowhere else you’d rather be.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Have you never heard of such a thing, darling?

(The Timari Buzzfeed Unsolved AU)

Chapter 2: The Mysterious Case of Haly’s Circus

The video opens, as always, with Tim sitting on the couch, ramrod straight despite the apparent comfortableness of his cushions, smiling in a way that he knows will set people on edge.

People who have been watching Tim’s channel for a while are suddenly struck with the same feeling that new viewers endure when they open one of his videos for the first time. There is something wrong here, though they can’t quite put their finger on what, exactly, is off.

It is never quite scary. It is hard to be scared of a teenage boy. But it is certainly unsettling.

The reason becomes apparent soon enough: the couch is not pressed to the wall as much as it usually was.

Not that this was an easy thing to realize… until someone pops out of the gap for no reason outside of wanting to be dramatic, smiling widely at the audience.

“I’m back by popular demand!” Marinette says. She leans her arms on the back of the couch. “I’m not sure why I agreed. He doesn’t pay me. I’m being exploited.”

“I literally do pay you.”

“Riiiiight, of course you do,” she says, winking. “Don’t worry, GCPD people watching this, I am well taken care of. There is no fraud going on.”

“I don’t think I like this bit,” Tim mumbles.

“Sucks to suck! I do!”

He huffs. “Why did I invite you along again?”

“Because Alya said that I didn’t complete the bet and you’re lonely?”

“You know, at some point, I’m going to sue you for slander.”

“Public figures can’t really sue for slander!”

Tim’s eyebrows raised. “Is that true?”

“Yeah. It’s why tabloids get away with everything. Probably worth a google.”

He groans and rests his head in his hands. This does not entirely hide the faint smile on his face or the way his shoulders shake with barely restrained laughter. But it’s the effort that counts. Probably.

“Okay. Editor!Me, roll intro.”

The terrible dubstep intro is back, to everyone’s utter dismay. ‘The Gotham Files, with Tim Drake’ bounces around the screen once again, but it ends soon enough, thankfully.

Unfortunately, it is quickly replaced by another intro, complete with a different terrible dubstep song and set of strobe lights, proclaiming that ‘Marinette is also here!!!!!!!!!!’

People who listen closely can hear both of them giggling in the background.

Then, there is a hard cut to the two of them standing outside of what looks to be a run-down carnival. The sign above them declares the place to be Haly’s, but it has long since been graffitied over to say ‘Hell’s’ instead.

Marinette does not seem particularly happy about this change, gripping her new ‘company-provided’ flashlight (Tim gave her a spare he found lying around his house so she wouldn’t drain her phone battery) like it was a lifeline.

Tim pays it no mind, other than a murmur of how cliche it is. He smiles at the camera. “Now, since my intro was so rudely interrupted by Marinette –.”

“Popping out from behind the couch was your idea.”

“– I will explain everything now! We are at the site of Haly’s circus. Twelve years ago, tragedy struck during a seemingly routine circus act. A trapeze line snapped, and John and Mary Grayson fell to their deaths, right in front of their young son.”

There is a moment of silence for the two fallen.

Tim brightens up the moment sixty seconds have finished passing. “And, dear viewers, this particular case is a special one, because I was there when it happened!”

Marinette frowns just slightly.

Tim laughs and waves her off immediately. “I was three, I don’t remember any of it, don’t worry about it.”

She looks somewhat unconvinced, but glances at the camera and decides to drop it. Her concern is wiped from her face like it had never been there at all. She smiles and elbows him in the side. “I guess it’s… a plan to conquer trauma by adding another trauma on top of it. Men would rather visit a haunted theme park than go to therapy.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m not adding more trauma on top of it, I’m not going to be traumatized. There’s nothing here that can traumatize me.”

“The ghosts are going to make it their mission to prove you wrong, you know.”

“Yeah yeah, my hubris will be my downfall, of this I am aware,” he intones. And then he goes back to addressing the camera. “Now, to this day, people suspect foul play, but police refuse to investigate. Perfect conditions for a possible ghost, don’t you think? So, as always, we are here to solve the mystery of whether the supernatural exists!”

“It does. Can we go home now?”

“Thank you for your investigative journalism,” he says sarcastically, but he slings his arm over her shoulder regardless, pulling her into his side. “Besides, you don’t have to worry. With all the stuff I’ve said to diss them over the years, ghosts – if they were real, which they aren’t – would go for me first.”

“Then could you please let go? I don’t want to be near you when that happens,” she teases.

He huffs a laugh and lifts his arm, allowing her plenty of time to get away. She remains close to his side.

He snickers and lets his arm fall right back into its seemingly perpetual spot around her shoulders. “It’s just an hour.” On cue, bright red numbers appear in the top right corner of the screen, a timer waiting for them to step over the threshold before it could start. “Then we can both leave, yeah?”

“Just an hour,” she mumbles disdainfully.

“Hey, I usually stay overnight. We can do that instead, if you want.”

The video cuts to show… someone, sitting at a desk, in the dark. Their silhouette is rather chunky, it is clear they are draped in one of the biggest, fluffiest blankets known to man. But they are not the focus. No, instead the camera zooms in, to look at the two different computer screens in front of the person. One of them is clearly editing software, and the other is on YouTube. Viewers can see that he is apparently listening to the ChipiChipiChapaChapa song on loop, and has been for at least three hours. Now, though, he finally opens a second tab. The keyboard clacks as they google ‘what time is the sunrise in Gotham’. The mouse circles the time stamp on the bottom of the screen, and the person mumbles under their breath. Apparently doing math, because they edit the timer to say 8:06:45.

The viewers are back to the actual video, where Marinette is laughing.

Tim does not join her.

Her laughter does not quite peter off, but it does gain a slightly nervous edge.

“That’s… a joke right?” she says. “You don’t actually stay in haunted places for hours every time, do you?”

“Well, no, but the only reason I don’t is that there is no such thing as a ‘haunted place’. I do hang out at attractions like this overnight, though.”

“Actually, an hour seems fine.”

The video pauses. Editor!Tim heaves a deep sigh and the clock changes back to its original one-hour-long countdown.

“Also, you’re the most stubborn person I’ve ever met,” Marinette huffs when time returns to normal. They finally step into the carnival together, and the timer starts ticking down. “At least try and pretend like you think ghosts could exist, to make things fair.”

“You think that this place has a house of mirrors somewhere?” he asks. “Because I would like to introduce you to the most stubborn person to exist.”

She huffs. She might have rolled her eyes, but she was too concerned with drinking in every detail of the world around them, searching for anything amiss.

There was a lot amiss about the place, to be fair to her. Old popcorn bags lay forgotten on the ground, abandoned in a rush and trampled under hundreds of feet, their previously bright colors muddied by the elements over the years. What had once been gleaming, colorful rides were now rusting. A family of opossums peers at them suspiciously from behind a couple of molding stuffed animals, their eyes gleaming hauntingly when their flashlights turn on them.

But nothing supernatural.

The longer they go without finding anything of note, the more Marinette relaxes.

She tugs at Tim’s backpack, and he gives her a mildly questioning look, but lets her open it and pull out a spray can of bright red paint.

“How –? When –?”

“A lady never reveals her secrets,” she says, smirking, tossing the can from hand to hand.

“Isn’t that saying supposed to be about – uh – demonitizable things?”

“Probably,” she shrugs. “Not my problem, though.”

“Uh. I think it is, actually,” he laughs. “You’re going to give the viewers the wrong idea about you.”

“Oh no. The supernatural-obsessed, parasocial people in your comment section are going to witch hunt me. Oh nooooooo.”

“You know, they’d probably be happy if they managed to kill you. More things for me to investigate – and with a personal element.”

“They’re just mad because they get no –.”

No one can guess what word is bleeped out here.

He groans, but he is still grinning widely. “Don’t insult my audience and their lack of... dates! You know how important my viewer retention rates are to me!”

She sticks her tongue out at him, slipping out from under his arm and walking over to the nearest contraption. It’s a gravitron, from the looks of things – one of those rides where they spin you around so quickly that you can stick to the walls.

Marinette tugs her shirt up to cover her mouth and nose (Tim quickly shifts the camera upwards at the sight of the barest sliver or midriff with mumbles of ‘demonetization’) and spray paints the words ‘Marinette and Tim were here’.

She looks at it for a moment, seemingly thinking hard, before adding a tiny heart next to their names.

Tim groans. “You’re going to make the shippers freak out.”

Her shirt falls away from her face when she tips her head back in a laugh, and she tosses the can into a nearby trash can. It thumps against something inside, but no pissed-off animals come seeking revenge, so they pay this no mind.

“You can always cut it out in editing.”

“Mmmm trueeeeee,” he says, humming thoughtfully. “But I’d prefer not to. Engagement, you know?”

She gives a little hum of her own before leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.

His face flushes pink. “What was that for?”

“Engagement.”

He gasps and presses the back of his hand to his forehead, like a Victorian woman who is about to faint over a couch because she happened to catch sight of a collarbone. “Oh of course it’s for the views and not for me,” he pretends to pout.

She grins widely, opening her mouth to respond, but it seems that they are not allowed to enjoy themselves and have fun.

For, in that second, the carnival whirrs to life.

Lights, muted and strangely speckled due to the accumulation of years of grime, shine down on them. The speakers crackle to life, playing songs they hadn’t heard in years. The rides creak as their rusty gears are forced into motion once again.

If you, dear viewer, pay close enough attention, you can see the exact moment the light in their eyes dies.

It coincides pretty well with the lights in the park flicking on.

Hence why paying close attention is vitally important.

Needless to say, the kids are stressed. Probably because the abandoned amusement park does not seem all that abandoned anymore.

“Any chance we tripped a motion sensor somewhere?” Marinette asks.

Tim looks like he has accidentally swallowed a lemon. “Uh… I don’t think that they would still be working after this long…”

“Great! Great. That’s what I thought, too,” Marinette says, her voice squeaking in a way that suggests she does not, in fact, think it is great.

“But – but! There is always an explanation for supernatural phenomena,” Tim says, though he is eyeing the contraption warily. It is hard to tell who he is comforting – Marinette, or himself. Hopefully himself, seeing as he was utterly failing to calm down Marinette. “Noxious fumes causing hallucinations, confirmation bias, a trick done by living people for the sake of monetary gain (a la Scoobert Doo), the wind...”

“You know, at some point this loops around to being in denial,” Marinette mumbles, pressing so close to his side that it starts to look like she is trying to meld with him.

“Shut up,” is all he can manage in retort.

There is a loud bang nearby and the pair of teens scream. Their heads spin on a swivel, and the video is briefly impossible to watch without getting sick. By the time things stabilize, the teens have come up with a solution. Marinette points at the big top, the largest and most instantly recognizable building. It’s the only place that would provide proper cover.

Not that that would do that much good against a ghost, but you have to at least try to survive in situations like these.

“There! C’mon!”

Tim makes a vague sound of protest, but Marinette is already running, and he is dragged along for the ride.

Perhaps that is not the best phrasing, since a kiddie ride they pass screeches off the rails, and they only barely stop in time to avoid getting run over by a roller coaster car.

The ghost is hot on their heels.

Marinette and Tim hop the car, adrenaline fueling them, their feet thudding against the dirt.

Neon lights spark and shatter overhead, raining sparks and gas down upon them.

Marinette’s shirtsleeve catches, and Tim is quick to put it out for her, because she doesn’t even seem to notice, too focused on helping him into the circus tent.

It is as if they have walked into another world. A kinder one, without weird ghosts that are trying to kill them for intruding upon the place they had once died. It is blissfully dark, the only sound their own ragged breathing. After all the bright lights and loud sounds and near murder attempts, it is nice.

Electricity whirrs.

A spotlight blares down on them, briefly, a clear I know you’re here, before it slides away, down to its natural resting position in the middle of the tent.

Now, you may know I am here, too.

A man in a torn circus uniform sits in the spotlight, sobbing into his hands. A tarp lay stretched beneath the long-since broken trapeze, almost mockingly, as if the ghost is making a joke about how easily avoidable their deaths had been, if only they had used a net that night. The dust they had kicked up upon entering catches in the spotlight, making it look as if the air itself is reacting to the ghost, dancing with shimmering lights.

Marinette is physically shaking by this point, her nails digging into Tim’s arm hard enough to draw blood. Tim doesn’t look much better, either, his face an ashy gray color.

Red pools in the sand the ghost kneels in.

“... wait,” Tim breathes.

He moves as if to take a step forward, but Marinette is still holding onto him, and she clearly has no intentions of getting any closer to the ghost.

Tim meets her eyes.

“Trust me.”

She bites her lip, but when he moves again she allows herself to be pulled with him.

They make their way down the steps.

He moves to make his way over the railing and jump down into the sand pit, but the lights flicker and go out.

The hand Marinette has on him is the only thing that stops him from braining himself on the ground. He wouldn’t have died, probably, but it still would have been quite an embarrassing moment to have caught on camera.

When the lights turn back on, Tim sends her a grateful smile.

Marinette doesn’t return it. Her eyes are locked on where the ghost is.

Or, was.

She doesn’t seem much more relieved by the lack of it.

Tim jumps down and helps her come down after him. Slowly, they make their way over to where the ghost had been.

He crouches to squint at the pool of blood. Marinette gags and drags her shirt up to cover her mouth and nose again. Tim looks like he very much wants to do the same, but he has other things he needs to do, first. He rifles through his backpack, his eyes never leaving the ground.

“Tim…” she says, quietly. “We should go.”

He sends her a hesitant smile. “I want a sample of this.”

He pulls out a flashlight and points it out into the darkness provided by the tarp.

There stands the ghost.

Well, it isn’t a ghost. A ghost wouldn’t cringe away from a sudden bright light being shone into their eyes. Nor would it be wearing stage makeup.

The grimy-looking clothes check out, though. A+ for effort on that, that trapeze outfit definitely looks like someone died in it.

The man glances behind himself briefly, as if considering running, before his shoulders slump in clear defeat.

He groans. “What gave it away?”

Tim points at the blood on the ground. “It should be dry by now.”

“It’s –? I’m supposed to be a ghost? The blood being wet is not the most unbelievable part?”

There was a long beat of silence.

“Oh,” says Tim.

The man – Dick Grayson, the sole surviving member of the Flying Graysons – looks like he wants to scream. Which he does, but not in the traditional way: “Jay! Cass! Come out!”

Two people step out into the light, looking just as irritable about the whole situation.

They, too, are wearing ratty clothes.

Oh. Praise revoked. The clothes are not a Choice. They are simply poor.

Marinette groans and slumps into Tim, burying her face in his shoulder as if she can’t bear to see the world anymore. He loops his arm around her, dragging her ever closer.

“Ready to stop believing that ghosts are real, yet?” Tim teases softly.

She groans. Again. Louder. She beats her fist against his chest, but there is no real power or anger behind it.

And then she fixes the three homeless people with a tired look. “I understand why you’re doing this and all… like, the economy sucks, get that bag – or free housing, I guess… but…”

There is a long string of beeps as Marinette lets loose a frankly impressive number of swears. It’s doubly impressive when one remembers that she isn’t even speaking in her first language. Go her. Clearly, she took her English lessons very seriously.

When she finally feels better, she flashes a smile and sticks her hand out for the second guy to shake.

“Hi! I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

The guy looks confused, but he shakes it.

The video cuts abruptly. The three homeless people are waving them off as Tim and Marinette head back to his car. The viewers would never get to know exactly what was said that day, but it seems they're leaving each other on well-enough terms.

“Sucks that we went through all of that just to not be able to post any of it,” she sighs. “The GCPD would probably arrest them or something.”

“Nah, it’s fine. We can just cut around it and say it was a front for the mafia. The police hate the poor, but they won't mess with organized crime. Because a lot of them are in it.”

“Oh! Great!” she says. Her tone seems to be almost sarcastic. Almost, because why would it be? It is a great plan.

“I’ll keep the real footage on my Patreon, though. My journalistic credibility shall not be marred.” He winks at the camera. “Say hi to the Patreon viewers.”

While she does lift her hand in a vague wave, she does not seem particularly soothed by his words. Perhaps because his ‘journalistic integrity’ was not at all what she had been concerned about.

“Alright, now, we need to convince the nonpaying viewers that we are scared out of our minds because of mafia b.s., so put on your best concerned face.”

Marinette looks at him.

“Perfect! And we’re rolling again!” He turns to address the camera, all wide eyes and frantic hand movements. “Okay, so, it turns out this place is a mafia hideout. Who knew?”

Marinette’s lips begin to twitch into a slight smile at his antics. “Well, I’m going back to France in a few days, so this is not my problem.”

He gasps. “You’re going to leave me here to die?! After all we’ve been through?!”

“Yep.”

Tim looks devastated.

She giggles. “Fine, fine, I’ll stuff you in my backpack and you can come with me.”

He lights back up again instantly. “Ohmygod! We can have The Gotham Files: World Tour!”

“Mmmm, I only live in France,” Marinette points out, which certainly makes the ‘World Tour’ seem less than stellar all of a sudden.

Tim takes it in stride, though. “The Gotham Files: France Tour!”

She rolls her eyes, but her smile is nothing but fond. “Nice save.”

“I know. I’m kind of awesome.”

“And always right!” she adds, in the kind of tone that suggests they’ve joked like this before many times offscreen.

“And always right,” he agrees, nodding along, sage in his always right-ness.

“Except…” Marinette says, smirking. “You were almost convinced about the ghosts for a second there. I think that means that, somewhere, you know the supernatural exists.”

He doesn’t rise to the bait. He shrugs lazily. “I just think that, if ghosts were real and could affect our reality in any meaningful way, white people just wouldn’t exist anymore.”

It is quiet for a solid nine seconds.

Marinette has stopped walking. Tim slows, turns to look at her, mildly concerned.

“Mari –?”

“Fuck, maybe ghosts don’t exist.”

The video ends.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 3

[marcynomercy]

Maira’s personality and how she and Astarion fell in love.

As I said before her personality is well retracted, she lived a good part of her childhood in an oppressive environment without any affection (of course the bullying of the brothers did not help). Maira just wanted a little affection and affection, but she never got it until she was almost killed so she started thinking like her brothers:

"If I stand out my father will love me".

Mas ela não tinha autoconfiança, sempre abaixava a cabeça e tremia quando gritavam... Ela era apenas uma menininha assustada.

The bullying of both her siblings and ordinary people aggravated her insecurity mainly in her appearance, she does not see her positives and isolated herself to spare herself more rejection. Besides the obvious father issues and complex appearance she also has abandonment trauma. Kind of obvious that she never had a love relationship, right?

So besides this whole adventure being your first "quiet" experience with other people obvious that was also a self discovery about romances. Does she like men? Women? Both? She doesn’t know. At this point it can be considered too pure (and can think all kinds of malice because certainly certain individuals of this group thought!) It is common for Maira not to understand the subtleties or double-entendres, this causes much embarrassment actually.

We can say that our little dragon cub is a full plate for a certain silly vampire.

Their first encounter was Astarion threatening her with a dagger… well it wasn’t the best first impression. Astarion soon saw in her an extremely easy target, please, whenever her eyes crossed she startled and averted her gaze almost in despair. He would be lying if he said he was not impressed whenever she showed her eloquence and ability with words as needed.

Obviously he supported the decision for her to be the leader already seeking benefit itself, an easy target as leader of this gang and he would have his safety guaranteed. Of course he was a bit silly… He genuinely thought she was just shy and complexed rather than a complete virgin to the extreme. If they found a unicorn it would surely become her pet. (sorry for the "joke"). Of course Astarion was always amused at the expense of the constraints that were so recurrent especially when they flirted with her. Maira always responded so innocently or showed confusion with the look and finally when she understood that it was a flirt her face was so red that matched the pink hair, but he realized that her face was redder when he was the one flirting with her.

Her body language was very transparent, the way she got restless, how she could barely keep eye contact was all so… sweet. Then he tasted her blood and… Woow, he felt like electricity went through his body. Even after the bite he still felt the pleasant tingling all over his body, it was really something unique.

When they got a little closer and started talking a little more she told a little about herself, how she suffered bullying and… the shock of knowing that she was almost half dragon in the most literal way. But he cannot help but notice the similarity that Maira’s father treated his children in the way Cazador treated his spawns.

But she was saved… lucky. As for his seduction plans… he began to feel horrible long before he fell in love. (she reminded him of Sebastian). Shy, sweet, she was never with anyone. Of course she fell in love pretty fast and of course he just didn’t want to admit it.

@spacebarbarianweird

[jewwyfeesh]

A Cup of Awakening

Writer:��日日日 (Akira)

Character(s): Isara Mao, Sakuma Ritsu, Anzu

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Disclaimer: I translated this story from the CN version of the game, which means that it has been double translated (JP > CN > EN).

Mao: Ritchan! Hey! If you’re still alive, then reply me! Wake up!! You’re still alive, aren’t you~? I’m begging you, please…!?

Season: Spring Location: Yumenosaki Academy Lockers Area

Mao: Ooh, Transfer Student. Hello~ ♪

You’re really early – there’s still lots of time before classes start. See? The school’s practically empty ♪

Oh, you came to school earlier to do some self-study? That’s amazing… I didn’t expect you to be so hardworking.

Speaking of which, you transferred over from the ‘Regular Course’, right? You can only rely on studying on your own to fill up any gaps in knowledge you may have.

Then again, Yumenosaki Academy doesn’t give others the impression that it is a gathering place for idols – it’s a rather ‘strange’ school, no?

If there’s anything that you’re unsure of, please do not hesitate to ask me. I’ll help to the best of my abilities~ ♪

Subaru’s the kind of person who’d tell you “Don’t think about it! Just feel!”, while Hokuto… well, he’s quite the blockhead.

Should I say he’s from the elite, or that he’s born into a prestigeous family…? When it comes to people he’s not familiar with, he can’t quite comprehend the other party’s feelings.

But I understand your troubles~ It’s tiring dealing with both of them, right? I’m always exhausted ♪

Mm? I still have a whole bunch of Student Council work that I needa finish. I’ve been working in school since last night.

Even though I think I’m pretty good at my job, somehow, towards the tail end of it, it always devolves into a desparate struggle to finish~ ♪

Aah?! Don’t worry about it, you don’t need to help me move the paper boxes.

There are lots of files in there, which makes it very heavy. I can’t let a lady perform manual labour~

Ahh?? What are you doing? Don’t pull on my hand— what happened?

I understand. I’ll put the box on the floor first, don’t worry. Although I don’t really know what happened, I’ll still think of ways to help you out~

Aish… please spare me from any more troublesome things ♪

Location: Yumenosaki Academy Garden Space

Mao: W-woah. Wh-what happened~? Don’t pull~ I won't hide, and neither will I turn tail and run~

I didn’t expect you to be so rash. But… Why did you bring me here?

Eh? There’s a corpse lying around here? Legit?

If that’s true, you should’ve said it earlier… it’s not a small matter… Hhh, I don’t think I can deal with this on my own~?

What should I do– should I make a police report first? But if a murder really did occur on school grounds, the scandal would be enormous. As a member of the Student Council, I also need to think about how this matter could be covered up… Eh~?

Ritsu: …………

Mao: Ah. Turns out Ritchan’s our ‘corpse’. This guy, sleeping in the bushes yet again…

Ah, don’t worry about it, he’s not dead yet. He’s just snoozing~ ♪ He’s my childhood friend, we got to know each other when we were little.

He’s a pretty weird guy~ Sigh, if it weren’t for me taking care of him, who knows what would have happened… ♪

Yo, Ritchan. Don’t go sleeping in places like these, you gave the Transfer Student quite the scare~

You… When you’re fast asleep, your body temperature drops, very much like a wax figure; it’s also hard to tell if you’re still breathing. You really do look like a corpse you know~?

But uh, you’re not really dead, are you? Your face is a lot paler than usual…

Not to mention it’s been rather chilly these days… If you fall asleep out here… freezing to death mid-nap is a possibility…?

Ritchan! Hey! If you’re still alive, then reply me! Wake up!! You’re still alive, aren’t you~? I’m begging you, please…!?

Ritsu: Mmhh…

Yaaaawn… which idiot’s the one disturbing my nap this time…?

Mao: Ah, he really was just fast asleep.

Wakey wakey, Ritchan. The sunlight’s getting stronger, so if you continue on like that you’ll just damage your body~

Ritsu: Ah, Maa~kun… What happened? I was sleeping so soundly… you shouldn’t have disturbed me.

Mao: Don’t fall back asleep. Why are you always sleeping so much? Did you stay up all night?

Ritsu: That’s because I’m a nocturnal creature…

Ugh, how irritating. Don’t disturb me anymore, Maa~kun. You too, Transfer Student. Why did you bring him over?

Mao: Oh, you know the Transfer Student too? A rare sight for someone as socially awkward as you ♪

Ritsu: It’s because she’s the kind of person that’ll attract your attention~ She’s always running to and fro, always disturbing me when I’m trying to sleep… thus, I have an impression of her. But I won’t say we’re particularly close~

And, I’m not socially awkward.

Mao: You still have the nerve to say it… I’m practically your only friend. You should be more amicable~ After all, aren’t you an idol too?

Ritsu: Whatever. Even if I’m alone in this world of reality, I’m still crowned King in my dreams… yaaaaaaaaaawn ♪

Mao: Ah– And he fell asleep. Again.

Hey, Transfer Student. Could you help me buy a can of coffee from the vending machine over there? I’ll pay for it. I’d like one that will be able to kickstart the brain after just one cup ♪

Ritsu: Mmhh… While I do like the scent of coffee, I don’t like bitter things~

I like sweet things. Soda would be good… those that fizzle and pop… they’d wake me up in an instant~ ♪

Mao: Don’t be stubborn! Gosh… Ritchan, have you always been this hopeless?

Ritsu: Well, Maa~kun’s someone who likes to meddle in other people’s business ever since the very beginning… ♪

[ratcandy]

What are some of those zote mischaracterizations that you've seen? You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, I'm just very curious.

Well I mean. Ok let me explain. rant ahead because of COURSE it is

I've got a history of liking mean little bastard characters. Favorite archetype ever is when a little guy is mean. More specifically, when that little guy is mean and arrogant. That's just fun for me to play with!

And well. Zote is both of these things! Hence why I latched onto him so easily The mischaracterizations I've seen are mostly just... erasing. Either of these aspects. Suddenly he's not mean, or not arrogant, and it's... Huh. How did you get there.

I've seen Zote characterizations where he'll be snappy but back off if someone shows they're offended. I've seen this man APOLOGIZE in situations where he would NOT do that.

He is mean!!! Zote is mean!!! He calls Ghost names and threatens to "cut [them] down" for "stealing his prey" (when he was actively dying), and doesn't even Hesitate when thrown into the Colosseum. This guy refuses to thank you for saving his life. TWICE. He is NOT going to apologize for hurting feelings.

And if Bretta's writing is to be believed, he went and told the whole town (or just Bretta) that Ghost was some sort of horrible monster. For kicking his ass in Colo. Even if Ghost spared his life, which is decidedly NOT a thing that most bugs do in the Colosseum. He sucks!! My guy is an asshole!!!!!

Like yeah he's incompetent and there's argument to be had about him being all bark and little bite, but if you write him Soft or Polite or the type to back down from an argument, then. That's just not my guy. That's Not him.

If you argue that he's gone through some sort of revelation and changed for the better then that's one thing, but if you just suddenly have Zote there, decidedly being rather level-headed, not self-centered, and showing a weird amount of care for people around him, it just feels. Off

Zote is Mean. Zote has a Big Ego. Yes, I rummaged through that man's psyche and fucked him up real good to make him deeper than he seems, but I did NOT get rid of the Mean and the Arrogant. At least not the fronted mean arrogance. Like I'm totally good with the interpretation that it's all a front to mask insecurities (considering what I wrote of him, lmao) but you can't just. NOT have the meanness. You can't get rid of the grandeur and pretend it's not there

And he's got other flaws I've seen people try n erase too! Like lying! Zote is a liar, that is a thing he does pretty plainly. To Ghost's face, even. To think he's not because of that one precept saying "Speak Only the Truth" would be taking a lot at face value for a character proven to be unreliable. He's also got a precept saying "Respect Your Superiors." Do you think he does that. Like genuinely

Anyway all I'm saying is that you can like a mean character without trying to get rid of the meanness. Please don't sandpaper my guy ...And honestly listen I like the idea of soft Zote moments as much as the next Zote liker, in fact I LOVE that idea, but there needs to be proper Set Up. u cannot just tell me he's like that and would be like that how he is canonically. I need to Believe it

[uncloseted]

Honestly I really don't think she is to blame for her boyfriend telling her that just bc she asked? Like we all have insecurities and in relationships we are vulnerable with our partners and likely will ask "Do you still think im attractive even though etc etc" because we want to feel loved even if we arent super models. One time my boyfriend asked me if Id rather date someone who looked differently to him because I'm always interested in certain celebs/actors that look a certain way, and it's

like sure maybe in a perfect world my partner would be super specific looking but I told my boyfriend that I love the way he looks and that even a more "attractive" guy wouldnt dissuade me because the way he looks is apart of him specifically. I didnt say "wellll you could be blonde and taller and more muscular, but I still like you!" like wtf? Even if he wasnt trying to be mean, it was an airhead move to specifically point out your partners insecurities.

I mean, like I said, I think he could absolutely have been more considerate or tactful. It was definitely, as you say, an airhead move. But when you straight up ask someone, "would you prefer that I lose weight?", you have to be prepared for the answer to be anything from, "yes, I'd prefer that" to "no, I'd stop being attracted to you if you lost weight". Even though it's really a bid for validation, it's still a question, and I don't think her boyfriend can be blamed for missing the subtext and mistaking it for an actual question requiring an honest answer.

Besides, I think her boyfriend actually handled it okay- it sounds like he said something along the lines of, "my type is usually skinnier girls, but I like how you look, which is why I've never brought that up or asked you to change." I don't think that's really "pointing out his partner's insecurities" so much as it's honestly answering the question as best as he could in that moment. Should he have lied and insisted up and down that she's perfect and he's never been attracted to anyone else in his entire life? Maybe. I think that might have been what the original anon was hoping for. But personally, I don't like the idea of my partner lying to me, even if it is to spare my feelings in the short term, and maybe her boyfriend doesn't, either. I know I'm not the person that my partner is the most attracted to in the entire world, and I'm okay with that. Relationships can't endure on physical attraction alone. My partner is with me for a reason, and it's not just the way my face or my body looks- it's all of who I am as a person and the life that we've built together.

I think people should absolutely be able to ask for validation when they're feeling insecure. Life is hard, and sometimes you need to hear your partner say that they're attracted to you even though you're not a supermodel. But in an ideal world, I think that comes with expressing a need - "I'm feeling insecure about how I look right now, and I need to hear that you're still attracted to me even though I'm not the hottest person ever to walk the earth." I just don't think it should be expressed through fishing for compliments because sometimes you end up catching an old boot or a used tire instead.

[sadnesslaughs]

The witch begs your forgiveness for cursing you as a child; She was young and hot-headed, and would you like her to undo the curse? You aren’t sure what to say, as this is the first you’ve heard about any of this.

“Hi, it has come to my attention that I may have cursed you in the past. That was not very nice of me. The magic council has deemed me a Hex offender and, as such, I am required to correct all my previous wrongs. If I don’t, I’ll have my soul cast into the body of a lizard, frog, spider, or whatever they have lying around their offices. Lettuce, Carrots, Spinach-“ The witch began reading through her grocery list. Not even looking at Geoff as she stood on his doorstep. The palm cards nestled between her fingers, keeping a firm grip on them.

“Um, is there a new snazzy version of the Wizard of Oz on at the Jeva theater? If so, your costume is spectacular. Although, if you don’t mind some constructive criticism. I would suggest facing the speaker when saying your lines. It makes it feel more personal.” Geoff knew nothing about the strange woman. Only knowing that her grocery list matched the diets of the rabbits he saw bouncing through the backyard of his property.

“No, I cursed you when I was younger. It’s a long story. Did you ever rebel against your mother when you were young? Some people throw rocks at cars, others spray paint. I cursed. It’s a phase that most witches grow out of by the time they reach two hundred.” The palm cards vanished with a quick sleight of hand. The trick causing Geoff to clap.

“I did sometimes steal a cookie when it was past my bedtime. Not to eat, just to leave out in case santa arrived. I never learned to read a calendar, always frustrated my poor parents. So, how much for a ticket?” Geoff reached for his wallet, only for the witch to grab his hand. The cold palm of the witch freezing his arm hairs.

“No. Don’t. I COULD NEVER ACCEPT MONEY FROM A PERSON I’M TRYING TO HELP.” She shouted, eyes darting as she turned around. A black cat stopped on the footpath, watching the witch momentarily. The witch took a breath, pushing his hand towards his pocket. “I’m trying to help you. There’s no show. I’m a real life witch.”

“A real witch. Not a Sand Witch. Get it? Like a sandwich.” Geoff chuckled, only for the witch’s frustration to grow. She started mumbling a hex, the clouds darkening overhead. Before a bolt of lightning could come down, the cat meowed, causing her to lose her nerve.

“Ha…ha. Very funny, sir. A sandwich. How creative. What children’s joke book did you find that one in? I’m certain it must have been in the discount bin.” The witch smiled.

“Oh, it was. I got it from Penny or Pound. Do you shop there? It’s a book called. One hundred and one jokes for making friends. It’s a great read. I can lend it to you.”

“I… appreciate the sentiment, but I will have to decline. Now, we have established that I am a witch and a former hexaholic. If anyone is listening, I would like that noted in the records.” She glared at the cat who had gone back to licking itself, pretending not to care in that typical cat fashion. “Now, I’ll remove your curse.”

“What curse?”

“The curse that makes you believe it’s Christmas eve every day. Remember. I was trying to teach you a lesson about appreciating the scarcity of happiness. If anything, I would say this was a lesson rather than a curse.”

“Reow?” The cat spoke up.

“Ok, ok. Fine. I did it because I thought it was funny.”

“Reow….”

“Ok, I did it because I hated Christmas and I was jealous that he had a loving family while I had a mother who called me daughter three. The one to use when I need spare eyes. Are you happy?”

“Meow.”

“As I was saying. I’ll remove your curse.” The witch gave a fake smile. Her purple lips having to lift a weight as great as Sisyphus’s struggle to get her mouth to move that way.

“What curse? It is Christmas eve. Tis the season to be jolly as they say.”

“No. it’s not. It’s August. My curse makes you think it’s always Christmas eve. Look, I need you to want the curse removed. I can’t force you to remove it. So, what do you say?”

“I say, Ho Ho Ho and a Merry Christmas Eve.” Geoff laughed, slapping his belly in a jolly gesture.

“Ok, I tried. Enjoy your curse, weirdo.” The witch turned, only for the cat to hiss at her. “What? I tried.” The cat hissed again. “Don’t call me that. Fine. I didn’t think elder mages could threaten people. Who's the real monster?” She turned back around, sighing. “Have none of your family ever mentioned this to you?”

“Hm. Now that you mention it. My mother did take me to see a lot of doctors. I think they mentioned I was suffering from some trauma. I hit my head that night, so that could have caused something. My parents and the doctors ended up being wrong, though. My dad admitted that I was right about the date. So, I think your curse story is a little farfetched.”

“So, they indulged your curse to not cause you any further damage. Clever. I think deep down you know they’re lying to you. If you let me remove the curse, I’ll prove it.” The witch held out her hand again, trying to get this over with.

“So, if you’re right. Does that mean I wasted all day getting Christmas decorations for nothing?”

“Indeed. Hurry up, hand in my palm, now.”

“Oh. Seems a waste not to use them. How about we have a Christmas party and you can remove my curse after?” Geoff said, offering to let her into his home. The home decorated with Christmas ornaments and Santa statues. The home looking like it belonged to someone that either had a deep, unrequited love for Santa or planned to assassinate him.

“I don’t have time.”

“Meow?”

“Ok, I have plenty of time.” The witch crouched before the cat, poking its nose. “This isn’t part of the deal.”

“Meow.”

“What? You can’t change the deal. Are you a council member or a con artist? Fine, if I do this, no more threatening to turn me into an animal.”

“Meowwww.” The cat said, the meow having a little sadness to it. The cat enjoying being able to meow its threats.

The witch entered and thus, Geoff’s 6890 Day of Christmas eve began. The witch spent the first three hours brooding on the couch. Having to listen to Christmas music while Geoff sang. The fourth hour, the group played charades. A game that was hard to play with only two people and a cat.

By the end of the night, the witch didn’t hate the holiday as much as she thought she would. The two discuss what presents they would like. When it got late, the cat curled up in Geoff’s Christmas sweater, while the witch and Geoff discussed the holiday in further detail.

“What a night. Ok, I’m ready to have it removed.” Geoff held out his hand.

“Right. Sorry and stuff.” She gripped his hand and sent out a hot, invisible flame through his arm. Geoff howled, waking the cat, his skin feeling as though it would bubble and pop at any moment. Only for the pain to fade as quickly as it came, exiting out his toes. When the pain left, he stared at the witch and cat.

“So, it was all a lie. I’ll have to apologize to everyone. All my Christmas chatter would have driven them insane. Must be why mom and dad don’t call very often. Hey. Since it’s not Christmas. Do you want a present? I can’t keep them around the house, so feel free to take something. They’re only cheap. I spent so much money on presents that I ended up needing to buy my gifts from Penny and Pound.”

“A gift? Why? Do you intend to get your revenge by luring me into a trap? What happens when I open the box? Will a gnome climb out and pull out my eye?”

“Me-ow.” The cat yawned, trying to snap out of its sleepy state.

“What? It’s what I would do to a person who cursed me. Fine. I accept your gift.” She went to the tree, picking out a small candy cane colored box. “Thank you. I shall take my leave.”

“Ok. Hey. You mentioned being jealous of my family. If you want. You can come to our Christmas party this year. If you don’t curse anyone.”

“I’ll consider it. Come on, let’s get going.” The cat followed her out the door. When she got outside, she opened the box, finding a little snowman keychain. The snowman green due to some printing error, explaining the cheap cost. She smiled, deeming it a witch snowman or a snow witch for short. She attached it to her dungeon key before flying off on her broom.

[grievousdearu]

In The Throws of Death

It’s so hot.

It is so unbearably hot that my skin has ceased its ability to sweat.

For the last few hundred meters, I’ve debated swallowing the last of my shame and removing the last of my clothes to get even just the slightest bit of relief from this god-forsaken heat.

The plains in this region have never been this unbelievably hot before. Why now?

I don’t know how far I’ve walked anymore, and the more I try to think about it, the more I feel like giving up and letting myself fall victim to the heat.

I can’t even cast a spell that would make me feel better, let alone rid me of the symptoms of heat stroke, I don’t know magic of that caliber- not yet.

I drank the last of my water about six kilometers back, and I see no signs of civilization or so much as a puddle of water on the ground anywhere in sight for who knows how far. It’s just me, and dead, grassy plains as far as the eye can see.

Part of me wished it was going to be a death by frostbite rather than a death by heat stroke. At least if you died in the cold, at some point you’d be numb to the pain.

But no, with heat death, you feel every moment of despair; the gnawing of thirst in your mouth and throat, the burning of the air as it enters your lungs, and the growing weakness in your muscles as they decay in real-time.

I take a moment to stop, but I realize too late that the second I did so, it was a mistake.

I instantly collapse onto the ground, leaving myself in a contorted blob of despair and agony in the middle of nowhere, lying in the grass of the Fragrach plains.

For a moment, I think that if I pray to one of the gods, maybe I’ll at least be saved from further pain until I really do die, but the energy to even think of a prayer is too much to spare before my eyelids begin to shut.

Ah, so this is it, isn’t it?

This is where I die.

Not in a jail cell, not in my own home, not in the stocks, but in a field with no burial.

I feel like if my body had the fluids to spare, I would probably be crying right now.

But nothing comes. I only lay in a puddle of my own misery as I wait to die.

A shadow crosses my now fading field of view, followed by a vague prodding sensation in my left hip.

Probably a vulture, just getting a bit too early to dinner.

A figure that I can’t make out then stands in front of me, towering over me, but it’s too hazy to make out any significant features other than that it’s vaguely humanoid.

I try to laugh, thinking that the world was mocking me just one last time, but all that escapes my mouth is a dry, desperate groan.

Then my eyelids shut, and my consciousness fades.

I wondered if I did truly die back there- if I experienced the feeling of my life leaving my body.

Maybe I’d have been better off, too.

I’d experienced the feeling of regaining consciousness after being knocked out unwillingly before- more times than I’d care to admit- but this time felt different.

It wasn’t a slow fade of feeling over the course of a few minutes, no, this time I knew the time in-between moments of reality I was aware of was the passing of days. I don’t know how many specifically, but I knew that it had been at least a week since I’d been picked up from that gods-forsaken grasslands.

The first time I was capable of my first movement, it was turning my head.

I looked around to try to gather information on my surroundings, but I still wasn’t able to make out clear shapes or objects. Everything was blurred, and it was spinning.

That seemed to have alerted the people who were tending to me- whoever they were- as they rushed to give my head support.

I think I counted two days after that- before I was able to truly grasp the reality of my situation.

I’d been touch-and-go, in and out of what felt like a coma for a few weeks.

But I knew for a certainty that I’d been saved from the plains. I was now in a building, surrounded by a group of people who were tending to me as my consciousness came and went. I could make out the occasional distinct figures, but I couldn’t see faces- that sense was still yet to come.

I finally come-to in an established state of consciousness for the first time since I thought I’d died in the plains.

For the first time, I was finally able to completely open my eyes. I was able to hear again- and not just tinnitus either- it was audible, distinct sounds.

“She’s awake again,” I hear one of the people say.

“Conscious or awake?” Another asks.

“Conscious, I think.”

I try to move my arm to feel my head, but I can barely feel it, let alone move it.

“Definitely conscious, now.”

‘Where am I?’ I try to ask, but my throat is unable to fully produce my voice, so all that comes out is a vague ‘where?’ in an indistinct whisper.

“The Logan Hall, a roadside inn about two kilometers from where you collapsed,” the man beside me then says.

“You were incredibly lucky, I’d say. Wandering Cleric saw you and picked you up, gave you the healing he was capable of performing, then left you in our care.”

I turn my head to look at the figure the man’s voice is coming from and try to utter my thanks, but once again, my vocal cords fail me.

“The chances are you won’t be able to regain your movement for another couple of days at the minimum- but rest assured, you’ll be safe as long as you’re with us. For now, I think it’s best you keep getting rest.”

I can’t help but wonder what kind of people I’ve been left with, but if a Cleric thought they were trustworthy, I decide I’m probably going to be fine for now.

Gods forbid it was a grave cleric, though…

Three days passed since I regained steady consciousness, in which I’ve regained the ability to move my body, but I’m still too weak to walk on my own or carry more than a bowl of soup.

“Your body must be very resilient to be able to recoup as quickly as you have. Most common folk would’ve likely died before they even got found, but you…”

“I have… a nasty habit of not being able to die,” I respond with a raspy, grumbly voice.

“Forgive me, but due to your condition, we’ve been unable to know your name. Now that you’re capable, I should introduce myself,” the man walking with me starts out, “I’m Walker Logan, this is my inn. I run it myself, with the assistance of my wife.”

“I’m… Natalia MacAllister.”

“Well, Miss MacAllister, I believe you have quite the story to tell us about how you wound up in the middle of the Fragrach Plains without a horse during a record-breaking heat wave.”

“Ah, I suppose you would be wondering about that…” Well, I suppose it’s time to think of a story. I can’t exactly tell them that I was working a job for the Collective.

“Maybe after I’ve rested from physical I’ll explain.”

“Of course,” he says. “Still, to be able to walk- even simply assisted walking- just three weeks after suffering such a severe and near-fatal case of heat stroke, I can’t help but be impressed.”

“Three weeks, huh?... I suppose I’ve collected quite a debt from imposing on your inn for so long?”

“Of course not, Miss MacAllister. I would rather invoke the monetary loss from hosting someone in your condition over letting them to their fate if they can’t pay.”

“Really? That’s not something you often hear out this close to Helmholtz.”

“Unfortunate as it is, it’s quite common to see people out this direction hoping to get away from that accursed city.”

“Accursed?”

“Ah, yes, we’ve had more than one run-in with ‘city officials’ who come to collect tax, when we don’t belong to the courtship of any of the local lords. The Logan Hall exists as somewhat of an exclave independent of the local lordship.”

“So how exactly did you manage such a wonderful little privilege?”

“Well, actually, this was my father’s Inn before it was mine, but he was able to secure a deal with Duke Marias himself as thanks for hosting his daughter whilst she was in hiding from the thugs over in Severfront. Thus, the special privileges.”

“Quite the little tale of adventure, it seems.”

Walker then guides me to the bed where I’ve been staying most of my time, where he then helps me sit down.

“Oh yes, my father was quite the bold man. It’s just a shame I probably will never bring the kind of name for the Inn as he did.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, I’m not particularly sharp-tongued nor am I very capable with a sword.”

“You don’t need either. If you���ve got the wits to back it up, you can get out of most situations. Speaking from experience, of course.”

“Unfortunately, the times we live in require at least the ability to hold your own in a conversation. I tend to get walked over all the time, so instead, I decided to keep my wits about me and lay low here at the Inn.”

“I’m sure in either case, the people who stop by here- myself included, are thankful to have such an honest man behind the counter.”

“Your words flatter me, truly, Miss MacAllister. Until you are capable of returning to Helmholtz; this room is typically reserved for my family who visits here, but it is yours to call home until then.”

“I appreciate your generosisty, Mister Logan. Or, Lord Logan, I suppose, with it being an independent land and whatnot.”

“Oh please, none of that nonsense. Just Walker is fine.”

“Well then, Walker, I hope to return to health as soon as possible so as to not impose on you for longer than necessary.”

Walker then turns to leave the room.

“Ah, one last thing, Miss MacAllister.”

“What is it?”

“A man came asking for you earlier today. Said that you’d missed your ‘window’ and that your co-workers were going to have a stern discussion when you return.”

Shit. Figures the Collective would be on my case about disappearing for three weeks.

Ah, I’m sure they’ve heard about what happened and aren’t too keen on hosting an ill-abled body such as myself themselves until I’ve returned to fighting capabilities.

No matter. I’ll face the consequences of my failure when it comes time to cross that bridge.

But that time isn’t now, so instead, I think I’ll just take it easy here until I can walk on my own, at least.

This place isn’t quite so bad, either. It’s a nice change of pace from the house back in Helmholtz. You’re not awakened by the clammer of people making it to the market first thing every morning, and it would take about half a day’s journey to get here by foot if the Collective wanted to do something about me. The food is quite good for an inn in the middle of nowhere, too.

Yeah.

It’s nice here.

[faith-forgxtten-land]

Since you mentioned Harwin… (smut pleek)

Princess | Harwin Strong

i had no idea what you wanted other than *harwin* so i hope you like this!! (tho the title sucks so bad but i’m too lazy to think of a better one)

warnings: smut, 18+, mentions of loss of virginity?, bits of fluff ig, fem!reader (?) x harwin but other than that there’s no specifications!

idk how to do this warning shit ngl. also my first time writing smut and you didn’t really specify so… also it’s not proof read at all so read at your own risk

summary: the morning after ser harwin breakbones carries his princess to safety and has his way with her

word count: 1.2k (ish)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Whispers of dawn kissed her cheeks, bursts of gold rallying against the dark of her closed eyes, and the Princess smiled against the softness of her pillow as she registered the warm weight slung over her bare hips.

Harwin’s calloused hand was splayed against her stomach, holding her close throughout the night and break of day. Her smile grew wider as he grumbled unintelligibly and his grip tightened. She could only spare half a thought for her dear sister - poor Rhaenyra stuck with a heartbroken Laenor on her wedding night - as she felt her new found lover stir.

“Good morning, Princess.”

His voice, deep and still cloaked in sleep, was laced with a sense of smug satisfaction she would have found insufferable on anyone else. Luckily for Ser Harwin Strong, she found him far too endearing for her own good. “Good morning, Ser.”

She could feel his lazy grin against her shoulder as he peppered gentle kisses along her smooth skin. “So proper,” he teased as his kisses reached the slope of her neck.

“I’m a Princess,” she sniffed, tilting her head.

He smirked and bit her neck lightly, “A dirty Princess, what would your father think?”

Holding in her whimper, the Princess arched a brow despite knowing he couldn’t possibly see it. “I’d rather not think of my father at all, thank you.”

Harwin hummed as he nuzzled her jawline. His heated breath made her shiver and his grin widened. Last night felt like a dream - one he’d had many, many times over the past few moons. A dream that was often accompanied by his hand in his trousers after. King Viserys would have his head on a spike if he ever found out just what the knight had done to his precious daughter, but Harwin couldn’t find it in him to care much. He had the most beautiful woman in Westeros in his arms and he wasn’t about to let any man - King or not - stop him from relishing this moment.

She turned to face him and his heart stuttered at the softness in her eyes as she smiled. No one had looked at him like that before, certainly not a Princess.

“What?”

His own smile turned just as soft. “You’re beautiful.”

She snorted lightly and he had to stop himself from looking like a complete idiot and confessing his love and adoration at the sound. “Rhaenyra is the Realm’s Delight.”

He couldn’t help himself; he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and grasped her chin delicately in his large hand. Gods when had he last been this gentle with anyone? She seemed so small compared to him - although most people were small to him - and his chest felt tight in the best possible way as he looked at her. “You are the most breathtaking woman I have ever seen.”

A blush crept up her neck and Harwin smiled smugly at the sight. She had been so confident the night prior, seeing her uncharacteristic shyness before him now made his cock stiffen and, judging by her deepening flush, she could feel it too. “You’re the first man I’ve lain with,” she admitted.

He didn’t tell her that he hoped he’d be the only man she’d ever lie with. Instead he opted for the safer choice, “Well one union had to be consummated, Gods knows your sister’s wasn’t.”

She gasped indignantly and slapped his chest. “Ser Harwin!”

Clasping her hand to his chest, he leaned over. “Yes, Princess?” He was lying fully on top of her now and he felt his pride swell as her eyes flickered to his lips.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“I figured that having fucked the King’s daughter, a few jests on his heir’s behalf couldn’t make things much worse.” He grinned as she gaped up at him and took the opportunity to finally kiss her lips again.

She moaned quietly as she parted her lips for his tongue. Harwin made her feel a thousand things at once. She couldn’t tell if she was excited or scared or shy or offended anymore, all she knew for certain was the very obvious effect he had on her body.

The Princess had resigned herself to admiring the knight from afar until he had carried her to her rooms during the commotion at Rhaenyra’s wedding. Having him in her rooms after saving her like that… how was she meant to resist him?

She was no damsel in need of saving like in one of the stories her mother had told her as a child, but being tossed over his strong shoulder after he had immediately stepped into the fray to save her set off the butterflies in her stomach.

It was wrong. Her father would lose his mind if he found out, especially after the recent rumours of her sister’s indiscretions. But she couldn’t ignore the thought that he might consent to a match between them and her groan as Harwin slipped his hand between her thighs was far louder than she had expected.

“You’re so wet for me, Princess.”

She groaned again and shut her eyes, unable to stop herself from grinding against the palm of his hand as he fucked her with his fingers. Harwin didn’t bother to disguise his own groan as he watched his fingers disappear into her over and over.

“Look at me.”

It took an embarrassing amount of effort for her eyes to open and find his. His intense stare alone almost pushed her over the edge.

“You’re going to look at me while you come undone on my fingers, Princess.”

She couldn’t hold back her whimper. “Yes,” she breathed.

Harwin grinned at her. “Good girl.” He added a third finger and watched as she struggled to keep her orgasm at bay. Gods she was stunning: legs spread wide just for him, hair wild against her pillow and her chest flushed.

“Harwin.”

“Princess?”

She could barely form a sentence. “Please.”

“Use your words.”

A brilliant shade of pink covered her cheeks. She’d never felt so submissive in her life. She was a Princess, she wasn’t meant to take orders from those beneath her, and yet here she was acting like a whore - on the verge of begging - for a mere knight. Gods she loved it. “I can feel it, please.”

“Such a good Princess,” Harwin murmured as his fingers found her clitoris. Her moans were so loud he almost feared the entirety of the Red Keep would hear but he didn’t stop and he didn’t dare tell her to be quiet. “Let go for me.”

He felt her shudder around his digits and he stared, transfixed, at the way her thighs shook and her bosom heaved. Her moans gradually turned to soft whimpers and Harwin made sure she watched as he licked his fingers clean. She tasted even better than she had last night.

It took a few minutes for his Princess to catch her shaky breath and Harwin swallowed roughly as he studied the glisten of sweat on her brow. “I suppose I ought to do the honourable thing now.”

The Princess looked at him in confusion, mind still clouded with pleasure. “Honourable thing?”

He couldn’t stop himself this time. “I’m going to love you, wed you and fuck you for the rest of your life, Princess.”

[munsonxmayhem]

7 Years.

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Warnings;

- angst

- fluff

- smut

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You bit your nails anxiously as you scrolled through your phone, occasionally glancing up at your long-time boyfriend, Joseph, sitting across from you.

You quickly blink the tears away as you scroll through numerous tweets telling you that you weren’t good enough for him; that he belonged with someone just as successful and perfect as him. It’s been like this for some time now, since he became an overnight sensation due to his role as Eddie Munson; his acting career skyrocketing along with his fame.

You’d be lying if you hadn’t thought about it when it happened, how he could easily find someone new and leave you, and his old life behind. You hadn’t mentioned it to him, just allowed yourself to be consumed by your thoughts.

You sigh quietly to yourself as the tweets migrated into the ones about Joseph and Grace, how perfect they were together and how much chemistry they clearly had on set. Your heart raced quickly in your chest, your anxiety overwhelming you with the amount of people that would rather see him with anyone else that wasn’t you.

You close out of twitter reluctantly, tossing your phone on the couch. Joseph turns at your sudden movement, his eyes filled with mild concern. “What’s up, darling?” He gives a soft smile and you shake your head, keeping your composure.

“Nothing.. Just tired, I suppose.” You sigh out, and he nods his head. He reaches out to you, taking your hands and pulling you across the couch to him; pulling you into his side and wrapping both of his arms around you. You exhale deeply, trying to focus on him and not the overwhelming ache in your chest.

You feel him press a kiss to the top of your head, and you smile softly to yourself. “I love you.” He whispers, and you nod. “I love you, too.”

“You ready for bed, my love?” He coos, his arm rubbing up and down your arm softly. You nod, glancing up at him. He smiles, standing and taking your hand in his, leading you down to the bedroom. You change into an oversized shirt and shorts, climbing under the covers.

Joseph climbs in beside you, his arm immediately finding your waist. He hums against your hair as his hand rubs softly up and down your waist, delicately fiddling with the waistband of your shorts. You know what he’s hinting at, but the thoughts racing through your head and the insecurities bubbling up from them make you shy away.

You gently take his hand in yours, bringing it up to your chest tightly. “Not tonight, baby.. Too tired.” You mumble softly. He nods against your hair understandingly, “Okay, sweetheart.. I love you.” You squeeze your eyes shut at the words, falling silent. He takes notice of your silence, worry filling his entire body. He leans up slightly, glancing at the side of your face.

“Hey..” He whispers, his thumb coming out from the hand you’ve got held tightly; brushing it softly against your chin. “I love you..” He whispers more urgently, holding you tighter against his chest. You let out a shaky breath, “I love you.” Your voice is soft, trying not to let yourself break.

He can sense something is wrong, but doesn’t push it. He lays back down behind you, keeping you tightly against him. “Goodnight, Joseph.” You tell him, your eyes growing heavy. “Goodnight, angel.” You do your best to push the thoughts away, but they follow you into your sleep.

The next day was a quiet one, Joseph in the spare room of your vacation home, running through his lines and doing self tapes. Scrolling through your phone, you found nothing out of the ordinary; until you came across a few people talking about you and Joseph.

‘I read somewhere that they’ve been together for like 7 years, there’s no way they’ll be together much longer.’

‘-Right! I thought the same thing, couples like that don’t last. Especially in the entertainment industry. He’s gonna fall out of love with her, if he hasn’t already.’

‘-So true. He’s got a lot of chemistry with Grace! Hope and praying for those two to be a thing.’

You slam your phone down onto the mattress, standing up and heading to the shower. You let the hot water pour over you, as your tears fall with it. You cover your mouth to stifle the sobs that escape your mouth, not wanting Joseph to hear. The thoughts invade your mind as you cry softly.

What if he is falling out of love with me?

What if he already did?

What if he just doesn’t know how to tell me because we’ve been together for so long?

“Fuck!” You tell in a hushed whisper, running your hands over your face in aggravation as you turn the water off. You dry yourself off, wrapping yourself in a robe before making your way back to the bedroom. You glance at the clock, 6:38 pm. You hadn’t seen Joseph in a few hours, and you’re kind of thankful; not wanting him to see you like this.

You make your way out to the balcony, closing the doors behind you as you lean against the railing, head in your hands. A few tears fall as you look out at the view, your heart beating hard in your chest.

You were so consumed by your thoughts that hadn’t heard the balcony door open behind you. “(Y/N)?..” You wipe away your tears quickly, looking down. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Joseph voice is gentle, yet filled with concern. You shake your head, “Nothing..” He knows better.

He places his hands on your waist, turning you to face him. His big brown eyes search yours worriedly. “Tell me the truth.. Please.” He sounds as though he could cry at any moment. You sigh, “Do you still love me?” Your voice breaks as you try to avoid his gaze. His eyes go wide with surprise, “What? Of course I do.” He pleads, clearly confused.

“Where’s this coming from?” He questions, hurt by the thought. “I don’t know! You’re just.. You’re gonna fall out of love with me. I know you say you love me now, but..” He shakes his head, pulling you at arms length. “I am going to love you forever, okay? I love you now, I’ll love you tomorrow, I’ll love you for the rest of my life. Now where is this coming from?” You look into his worried, hurt eyes; you can see the sincerity in them.

“It’s what everyone online keeps saying.. That you belong with someone else, that you’ll find someone else, that you’ll fall out of love with me if you haven’t already..” You explain to him finally, his heart aching in his chest that he didn’t know this was going on. He sees the tears pooling in your eyes as you spoke.

“Baby, baby no.. Absolutely not. I love you so fucking much. Don’t listen to what you read online, what they say doesn’t dictate how I feel. You’re who I want, who I chose, and who I’ll continue to choose.” He states, promise lacing his voice. You let the tear fall, a small smile on your face at his words. He sighs, wiping the tear from your face and pulling you tightly against his chest.

“I love you.” He speaks softly against the top of your head and you squeeze him tighter. “I love you, Joseph.” He sighs deeply with relief, loosening his grip on you. “C’mere..” He whispers, tilting your chin up to look at him as he firmly slots his lips with yours. You hum in satisfaction against his lips as his hands make their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You make a bold move, placing your hands on his chest and rubbing the surface on top of the fabric. He breaths deeply through his nose, knowing where this is heading. You smirk into the kiss, your fingers making their way to pop the buttons on his shirt. His fingers dig into your waist a bit harder, and you can feel his growing election through your robe.

When you pop the last button off, you break the kiss; sliding his shirt from his shoulders and letting it fall to the balcony floor. He peers down at you, smiling as you run your soft hands up and down his bare chest and torso. “Like what you see?” He smirks humorously, and you roll your eyes. “I absolutely do..” He groans cupping your face in his hands once more as he crashes his lips back onto yours.

You feel his hands fall to the ties of your robe, pulling it swiftly and letting it fall open. You gasp as the breeze hits your bare body, and he uses your parted lips to slip his tongue into your mouth deeply and passionately. He pushes the fabric off of your shoulders, the robe disappearing amongst his shirt.

You would never typically be naked outside of your home, but yours and Joseph’s vacation home was very private and no one could ever see either of you.

You moan into the kiss as his hands find your ass, kneading the soft flesh with his fingers as he pushes you back against the railing. Your hands shakily reach for his shorts, pulling the string before pulling them down to fall to his ankles. He never breaks the kiss as he steps out of them, his hard, hot cock pressed against your stomach between both of you.

He groans against your lips at the needed friction, and you feel him throbbing against your skin. You bring your hand between you, wrapping your fingers around his shaft and pumping him slowly, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. He breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours as he looks down at your busy hand, a gasp leaving his mouth as you swipe your thumb over the tip.

“Shit, baby.. If you don’t stop, I won’t last..” He warns, ceasing your movements by firmly pressing himself up against you. You smirk up at him, and remove his cock from your grasp, a sigh of relief falling past his lips. He reaches down, picking you up by your thighs, and you wrap yourself around him; a stunned giggle coming out of your mouth.

“Let me show you just how much I love you.” He whispers, giving you a quick kiss before carrying you back into the bedroom. You let out a huff as your back hits the mattress, a devilish smirk forming on his lips as he climbs on the bed, laying between your legs so that he’s eye level with your heat.

“So perfect, baby..” He whispers, placing featherlight kisses to your inner thighs, slowly making his way down to where you need him most. You whine as he places a kiss to your pubic area, just above your throbbing clit. “Joseph, please…” You breath out, your hands reaching down to run your fingers through his hair. He takes your hands, interlacing his fingers with yours and placing them on the bed.

“Shhh, darling.. I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.” He promises before his tongue slides slowly up your slit; from your clenching hole to your bundle of nerves. You let out a gasp that turns into a soft moan, his tongue swirling around your clit slowly. Your hips jerk slightly at the sensation, and he smirks.

Your head falls back on the bed as he untwines and brings his fingers to your entrance, his middle and ring finger prodding teasingly at the expectant hole. “J-Joe.. please don’t tease.” You sigh out, and he grants your wish; his two fingers easing into you. “Oh god..” You whimper, hole already clenching around his skillful fingers. “So responsive, darling..” He coos as you moan and whimper at his movements.

“F-feels so good..” You breath out, your lower abdomen becoming tense with your imminent orgasm. “You’re close already, my love? Hm?” You can hear the jokingly condescending, cocky tone as he looks up at you from between your thighs, watching as your body squirms in his grasp and your brows furrow together.

Your body shakes as you near your release, hands flying to his hair. He groans against your clit as you tug on the soft strands, and that pushes you over; your body quaking as the waves of pleasure flow through you, arousal dripping from you as you clench and release rapidly around his fingers. “I-Oh.. Oh my god..” You cry out as he works you through your release, his tongue sliding down as he removed his fingers and licks up the mess on your inner thighs.

You pant heavily, your eyes closed as your head reels with post-orgasm fog. You feel him make his way up your body, soothingly rubbing his hand along your waist. His hot breath fans your neck and ear as he dips down, whispering, “You alright, darling?” You nod slowly, managing to open your eyes with hooded lids as he brings his face back up to yours.

“I love you.” He whispers, placing a soft kiss to your lips as his cock rubs between your folds. You whimper at the sensitivity, “I love you.” He smiles at your breathy response, bringing a hand down to hitch your leg up on his waist; his tip sliding to your entrance. You bring your arms around his back, gripping him tight to you as he pushes himself in, burying deep inside of you.

He groans into your neck as he fills you, his muscles rippling beneath your touch. You weakly wrap the leg he’s not holding around his waist, pushing slightly signaling him to move. He pulls out almost completely before thrusting back in quickly, a loud gasp falls from your lips.

“You’re perfect for me..” He breathes out deeply, placing soft kisses against your neck, opposite of his quick and deep thrusts. You whimper in response against his shoulder, nails digging in slightly as he penetrates you deeply. After a few moments, you already start feeling your second orgasm approaching, his cock driving into you deliciously.

“Joe, I’m close..” You warn in a whisper, and he nods against your neck; picking up his pace a bit to chase his own release. You feel the knot tightening, as his cock rubs against your velvet walls just right. “J-joseph..” You stammer. He brings his head up to rest his forehead against yours, “Me too, love.. Come on, let go for me.” He urges softly, and you do.

You press your lips to his as you come undone around him, arms tightening around his as you feel like your body is vibrating; your mind melting as your orgasm washes through you. You hear him groan softly as his thrusts get sloppy, spilling into you deeply; his lips pausing their movements against yours as he gets lost in you.

Both of you pant heavily as he stills his thrusts, his forehead still pressed to yours. Your eyes flutter open to see his still shut, lips parted as they take in oxygen. After a few moments, his eyes open; gazing down into yours lovingly. He leans in, pressing the most delicate, love filled kiss to your lips for a couple moments.

“Marry me..” He mutters into the kiss. You gasp, breaking the kiss. “What?” You thought you’d heard wrong. He sighs, “Marry me.” He notices the look of surprise on your face, and he makes his way off of you; standing from his place on the bed and grabbing a pair of boxers, putting them on. You see him walk to the small dresser, opening a drawer and pulling something out.

You stay silent in confusion, sitting up and swinging your legs off the side of the bed as he makes his way to you; clutching the thin sheet to your exposed body.

“I was going to wait until the end of our vacation, but I can’t wait any longer.” He explains, getting on one knee. You gasp, hands flying to cover your mouth.

“(Y/N), I’ve known you for 8 years, and we’ve been together for 7 of them. I’ve been absolutely crazy about you since the day we met. You’re the only girl I love, and you’re the only girl I ever want to love. Will you marry me?” The tears pools in your eyes as he opens the small box in front of you, and you nod fervently.

“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you!” You can’t hide the excitement and awe in your voice as you hold out your hand, he grins widely as he shakily slides the ring onto your finger. You grab his face in your hands quickly, pressing your lips to his for a deep, passionate kiss. He stands, not breaking the kiss as he leans down and his hands cup your face. You giggle into the kiss as he leans against you, your back hitting the bed with him on top of you.

He pulls away from the kiss, smiling mischievously as he pulls the sheet away from your body.

“Should we celebrate?” He smirks, his tone playful as you giggle and nod at him. He bites his lip as he smiles, his lips crashing to yours again filled with love and lust.

You were in for a long night.

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[veryberryjelly]

sleepovers

pairing ; nancy wheeler x fem!reader

prompt; giving their lover one of their shirts, when they don’t have one to sleep in 

wc; 1k

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It was just a sleepover, no big deal. You have done them countless times before, this should be no different. 

Just because you and Nancy had recently gone from friends to girlfriends didn’t mean that the fortnightly sleepovers needed to change at all, right? 

Right.

That’s what you kept telling yourself as she approached the front door of the wheelers house as you had done a thousand times before, with a bag over your shoulder full of your skincare, pyjamas and a few snacks. 

If this were no different to usual, then why were your hands feeling tingly. 

After knocking, your hand went back to holding onto the strap of your bag. 

It was only a few moments before your favourite wheeler opened the door for you with a beaming smile on her face. That eased your nerves a little but not much.

“hey, c’mon I got everything set up upstairs.”

She took your hand in hers and led you through the house and up the stairs to her bedroom. 

Instead of the usual camp bed set out on the floor that you would usually sleep on, she just had fresh sheets on her own bed along with spare pillows for you. 

She just wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as you could be in her bed with her. 

“ you don’t have to sleep with me, but I thought it might be better than the camp bed. “ she said as she shut the bedroom door behind her, watching as you set your bag down on the floor by her bed and perched on the edge of it. 

Nancy’s eyebrows furrowed softly at your clear discomfort. 

“ everything okay,  y/n ?” she asked as she walked across the floor to sit down beside you. 

There was no point in lying to her and telling her everything was fine, because it was clear you were on edge. 

“ I- I don’t know. I just, I don’t know what to do now that we’re dating. I don’t want anything to change but I know that it has to and I’m just scared” 

that was the first Nancy had ever heard of any of your worries about being together. When you had first gotten together just under two weeks ago, you had been nothing but ecstatic. But now that she knew of your concerns, it hurt her a little that you hadn’t told her earlier. 

“ why didn’t you tell me ?” she questioned, shifting slightly where she sat on the bed, pulling one of her legs up to cross under the other. 

“ I hadn’t thought about it until today.” Your lifted your hand to push a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“ well..” Nancy shifted in her seat again, moving slightly closer to you and taking your hand into hers. “ nothing has to change that we don’t want to change. I can get the camp bed back out if you would rather sleep on that. That doesn’t have to change”

“no, I want to sleep in bed with you, that’s what people who are together do, and you give really nice cuddles.”

A soft laugh fell from nancy’s lips as she lifted your hand to press a short kiss onto the back of it. 

“ now, how about we change and then we can go downstairs and watch a movie?”

You didn’t say anything in response and only nodded, standing from Nancy’s bed to crouch down infront of your bag, pulling out a pair of comfortable shorts and then rummaging around for the tshirt you had sworn you packed. 

A soft sigh left your lips as she sat back on the floor, annoyed at yourself for being so wound up about things changing that you forgot a tshirt. 

Across the room Nancy was pulling a sweater over her head and pulling her hair out from beneath the collar of it. 

So instead of doing anything, you just pulled on your comfortable shorts and left on the shirt you had been wearing when you came in. 

“ ready? … why haven’t you changed ?” Nancy asked as she walked around her bed, moving to take off her jewellery. 

“ I forgot a shirt to sleep in, so im just gonna sleep in this. “ you shrugged, standing to go downstairs. 

“ no you’re not, lemme get you something “ she said casually, walking back over to her dresser and pulling out one of the tshirts she usually slept in to give to you. 

It was a soft pink one with a faded image of a white cat on the front, you had seen her wear it on multiple occasions when you had stayed over. 

She handed the soft folded fabric to you before continuing in her endeavour to take off her necklaces. 

While she did that, you slid the soft pink fabric of her shirt over your head, smiling softly when the smell of Nancy’s perfume engulfed you. 

Before you could even thank her, she had taken your hand and lead you downstairs where there was a bowl of popcorn on the table and a blanket laid over the back of the couch. 

“ what movie are we watching?” you questioned, sitting relatively near the middle of the couch where Nancy joined her momentarily after.

“ silk stockings, its an old fifties movie I found at the video store, thought it looked good “ Nancy shrugged as she pulled the blanket over both of your legs and picking up the remote from the couch beside her, playing the film and curling up closer to you. 

She reached for your hand under the blankets, having not told her family about you two dating just yet. As far as her parents and siblings were aware, this was a regulsr fortnightly sleepover.

Only two both of you, this was the first of many sleepovers that would be disguised as friendly and routine, but was really just a way to get around their parents figuring out they were together

[bots-and-cons]

So I saw you replied to my ask about me forget to verify what I was asking for, I apologize for that lol. For the Dreadwing and Predaking HCs, for their S/O to be a baker? (Nb)

I bake a lot in my spare time or when I feel down so I end up with like a mountain of sweets lying around, but it's very therapeutic.

I just wanna read how you think they would react to there S/O making so much to the point there's no counter space.

But since there is so much they can't freeze or refrigerate them all so they end up bringing them for kids who don't have such money for that kind of stuff. Like there S/O grew up in a poor neighborhood (Kinda like i did) And knew a lot of the residents there.

And them they offer to help to hand them all out and one of the elders go to DW or Pk and go "I haven't seen them this happy before, you must make them very happy" and the boys take high pride of that, but internally they are like rolling and crying because they didn't know.

Sorry I like to ramble-

~Anon

I did these separate since you didn't specify. I did this like a holoform thing for the cons, because I felt like it would make it easier to write

~Predaking~

•You bake when you’re upset or just have enough free time, whichever it happens to be, you bake a lot at a time

•Predaking isn’t really much help with the baking thing, but he can certainly taste test

•He’s in his holoform, since he can’t exactly fit into your house in his normal robot form and he wouldn’t be able to taste the sweets and stuff if he wasn’t using his holoform

•You’re always very kind to people, but you don’t really smile that much, sure you have a ind look on your face, but like a genuine, happy smile? Not very often

•You ask him if he could help you share what you’d baked with the neighborhood kids, and while he doesn’t really like human children, he agrees

•Predaking’s holoform is a very tall human dude, with semi long hair and a pretty neat style of clothing, like I’d say it’s cardigans rather than hoodies

•The kids are kind of scared of him to be honest, he is pretty intimidating after all, but since you’re with him they don’t mind that much

•When he’s getting more stuff out from the boxes, and elderly lady comes to tap him on the shoulder

•His reaction is pretty much, “What do you want, old woman?” and he has a bit of annoyed look on his face

•The lady is just smiling at him and tells him “You make them very happy. I haven’t seen them smile like that in a long time”

•Predaking looks back down at the boxes because he knows humans blush and his holoform of course works the same

•So he’s all red in the face when you come back with an empty box, and ask him if everything’s okay

•The old lady has moved to a nearby bench and is just giving Predaking a gentle, encouraging smile and a nod

•You’re wondering what’s going on with these two, but you just wave at the lady and she’s smiling and nodding

•Predaking is just looking at you the whole time, and while you’re not smiling widely, you are smiling and do seem happy

•His mind is going a million miles a minute thinking about how proud he is that he can make you happy

•Predaking is in his own head and when you finally get his attention, you’re like “Let’s go shall we? We have more sweets to share” with such a bright smile it’s damn near blinding

•Predaking just looks at you softly, and with adoration in his eyes, as you’re already walking towards the kids, you truly are such a wonderful person and he wonders how he ever got so lucky

~Dreadwing~

(•Same holoform situation with Dreadwing though his of course looks different)

•Dreadwing was a bit apprehensive about the amount of sweets you were baking, because what are you gonna do with all of those?

•He tastes some of them and wants more but he’s trying to show some restraint, because he could probably eat a ton of everything you’ve made

•You’re pretty much covered if flour and stuff after you’re done, but you’re happy with what you’ve gotten done

•You ask Dreadwing if he would like to come with you to give some of the baked goods to the neighborhood kids and since he wants to make you happy and make sure you’re safe, he agrees

•He tries to act nice to the kids, but he has a bit of a scary face and he doesn’t really know how to deal with human children so you’re pretty amused about the situation

•Dreadwing eventually just tells the kids to get in line and wait for their turn, he’s pretty stern about it though and the kids are a bit intimidated, so they do what he tells them to

•He’s keeping order while you’re like “you don’t need to be so strict, they’re just kids” and the kids of course join in on telling him the same thing

•Dreadwing just rolls his eyes and goes in to get more sweets, but he’s stopped by and elderly lady that just nods at him approvingly

•He doesn’t really know what that means so he asks, “What is it you mean elder?”

•The lady just tells him, “They’re very happy with you, you make them smile like I haven’t seen in ages”

•Dreadwing just looks back at you and when you catch him looking you smile at him

•He hadn’t really realized such a thing, but now that he knows he’s feels honored that he could make you happy

•Even he smiles a little bit back at you, which makes you look at him oh so very softly and smile more

[forever-rogue]

His + Hers

Summary | You didn’t want a bodyguard and certainly didn’t need one. Bucky didn’t want the job. But as soon as the two of you meet, all bets are off.

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 4.2k

Warnings | language (including light degradation, possessive!Bucky, smut (oral - f receiving, piv) - minors dni or you will be blocked

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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“I don’t need anyone to watch over me,” rolled eyes and loudly snapped gum. Crossed legs and an anxiously jiggling foot. The aging clock ticked loudly as your gaze burned into the giant dual monitors that shielded the man on the other side. He had just oh so casually dropped some horrible news to you. 

What was his name? Jeff? Jeffrey? Jefferson? It didn’t matter. Funny. For a man that you’d seen more often than your father in recent years, you’d think you might have remembered his name. Despite all that you still hadn’t seen him more than four, save five, times.

“Those are your father’s wishes.”

“Then why isn’t he here telling me this?”

“He’s a very busy man.”

“A man too busy to see own daughter, his own child, always work, work, working,” you spat, “what he could be doing that’s so important that he couldn’t even spare me fifteen minutes of his time?”

“He’s-”

“It was a rhetorical question,” you stood up and grabbed your bag, “sometimes it still shocks me that a man that claims he loves me so much he barely speaks to me, sees me. I don’t want this bodyguard - if you send them to me I will simply send them away. Don’t waste my time or theirs.”

“Your father is going to send someone regardless of your wishes, you must know this by now.”

“Tell him if he’s so insistent upon me being chaperoned like a puppy that he can come and talk to me himself,” you threw your shoulders back as you tried to chase away emotions or feelings. This was not the time or place for them, “see you in another six months for so.”

“Miss -”

You slammed the door shut before he could say anything else. 

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“This is fuckin’ ridiculous,” Bucky’s groan was heavy - irritated - as he trudged up the stairs to the ninth freaking floor. Of course you couldn’t live somewhere near the bottom. Of course the elevator was broken, “I’m gonna murder you, Wilson.”

Inhaling and exhaling slowly, he calmed himself with every single step. Left foot, right foot, and repeat. Before he knew it, he arrived on your floor, less angry but still annoyed. 

Bucky looked around for your apartment number, finding it quickly but wishing he hadn't. It was supposed to be a simple job - hang around you for a little while until things calmed down around your father. There was never any huge threat to you, but you were to be kept safe anyway. Typical rich people, he practically rolled his eyes. Complete idiot, he sighed at himself. He could have walked away from the gig easily, but things had been quiet after everything in New York and he needed something fresh. Naturally he’d say yes to this when Sam mentioned the job to him. 

Once he found your apartment he slowly trudged through the hall, his mind all but made up about you already. You were going to be nothing more than a spoiled little brat. He looked at the golden number above your door and sighed heavily before knocking loudly. 

For a few moments, nothing but silence met his ears before he finally heard what he was sure was annoyed grumbling inside accompanied by soft footsteps. The door was whipped open and Bucky came face to face with you. 

Your brows knitted together as you studied him before crossing your arms over your chest, “can I help you?”

“James Barnes,” his name practically came out as a sigh. You raised your eyebrows at him but remained silent.

“And?” you asked as you moved to close the door, “I’m in the middle of my fifth zoom meeting of the day and annoyed and hungry. Thanks for wasting my time. Have a fantastic day.”

Before you could slam the door in his face, Bucky stuck his foot in the doorway and prevented you from closing it. A huff escaped your lips as you glared at him through the crack, “your father sent me. I’m supposed to look after you.”

“Ahh yes,” you rolled your eyes and frowned, “the baby-sitter my father hired. I told him and his assistant that I don’t want - or need - anything to watch me. I’m fine. So if you don’t mind you can leave. I’m busy and don’t have time to deal with you.”

“You don’t pay me sweetheart,” he scoffed lightly as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. You wanted a challenge? He’d give you one, “and as long as that’s the case, I stay.”

“I’ll double whatever he paid you.”

“Oh honey, I doubt you could ever afford that.”

“What can I do to get you to leave?”

“Nothing.”

“It really doesn’t seem like you want to be here either so why don’t we both do ourselves a favor and cut the shit?”

“Not until your father tells me it’s okay to leave,” he smirked, “I don’t take orders from little girls, sweetheart. Nor do you pay my bills.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re a bitch,” your mouth opened into a little pout as you attempted to shut the door on his foot, “you can shut the door, it won’t hurt me. I’ll just tear it down if I have to.”

“Are you serious?!”

“Want to find out?” he asked as you threw your head back and sighed at the ceiling. Yes and no. You wanted to push his buttons and see how far you could press. But you also didn’t have the energy to deal with it. Instead you slowly, ever so reluctantly opened the door, refusing to move but motioning for him to come in. He practically sauntered in with a victorious little smirk on his lips, “good girl.”

You were to let him have it when he turned around to face you and finally got the chance to study him. And your jaw almost hit the floor. Fuck. 

He was handsome - dark hair and the bluest eyes you’d ever seen with a five o’clock shadow. He was dressed in very well fitting jeans, along with a henley and leather jacket. So casual but he managed to make it look so good. For a moment you thought he looked familiar but you couldn’t quite place. Maybe you’d seen him around somewhere. 

Well, this presented a whole new predicament. This would have been so much easier if he hadn’t been one of the most gorgeous men you’d laid eyes on.

“Like what you see?” 

“I’m not into old men,” you cocked your head to the side and watched him with a smirk. Bucky almost tripped up and let an emotion slip but instead he remained pointedly neutral as he looked you up and down. 

It would have been easier to dislike and hate you entirely if you weren’t so damn cute. You were dressed in a comfy, oversized sweater and joggers and big fuzzy socks - casual and cute but effortlessly so. It was a challenge not to stare. 

“Whatever you say,” he held up his hands in mock defeat as you became momentarily placated, “what’s the plan for today?”

“I have a job and things to do,” you huffed as you pushed past him, “so just do something or whatever and stay out of my way. If you insist on being here.”

“I do.”

“This is going to be fucking hell, isn’t it?”

“It can be whatever you want, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart!”

“Sure thing, doll.”

"I hate you already.”

“The feelings’ mutual, honey.”

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Hating Bucky was a full time job. Bucky having to chaperone you through all of your shenanigans was a full time job. Both of you were incredibly stubborn and damn near made the job impossible. 

You'd be lying if it said he wasn't attractive and that you hadn't thought about him. Especially late at night. Alone in bed. But you'd rather die than admit that to him. 

Bucky had a feeling he'd break you down eventually; not that he expected anything to come of it. He enjoyed flirting with you and watching you get frazzled and nervous. But you weren't his type. Nuh uh - Bucky Barnes wasn't into pretty little spoiled brats. Even if they weren't attractive and smart and genuinely kind underneath it all. 

That wasn't part of the job. Which was why he never let it go past anything that could be deemed as flirtatious.

Just as he vowed to break you down and just admit you liked him, you might have had a little goal of your own…

"Come on," Bucky sighed as he paced around your living room, waiting for you to come out of the bedroom so you could pizza and watch movies. It had become somewhat of a Friday night tradition, reluctantly so. It was hard to get out and have a lot of fun when you had a silent, intimidating brooding man following you around, "how long does it take to change?"

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes as you opened your bedroom door and stepped out, slipping on your heels, "I'm ready."

Bucky's eyes widened as he looked you over. You were wearing a little black dress and fuck me heels along with ruby red lips and a full face of makeup. He fought back a little growl as you smirked at him, "what the fuck are you wearing?"

"Its called a dress, genius."

"To get pizza so we can come back and watch movies?"

"That's not the plan," you straightened up and walked past him, grabbing your purse and jacket.

"You said-"

"I lied," you stated the obvious, "I'm going out to finally have some fun. Without you."

"I'm coming with you," he crossed his arms over his broad chest as you tried not to stare, "that's the job, sweetheart."

"And I'd like to actually have fun and get laid," you threw your hands up, "its hard to do that with you breathing down my neck constantly! If you insist, can you at least like stay ten feet away. Give me a fucking break."

His breath had hitched in his throat as soon as he heard the words get laid and he worked to keep it together. He sighed as he forced himself not to imagine you underneath, naked and begging for more. 

"Fine," he agreed reluctantly, "ten feet only."

"Thank fuck."

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One drink had turned into two which easily turned into three and after that you’d both lost count. Bucky had been sitting at the bar, a singular, but arbitrary drink in his hand as he watched you get progressively looser as the evening wore on. His steely gaze almost never left yours as he watched you chat up people around you. You were naturally extroverted, and definitely a flirt - but then again maybe that was the alcohol - and it wore Bucky out trying to keep an eye on you. He wasn’t terribly concerned about what was going on, but still, he was a man that took his job seriously.

It wasn’t until he decided that it was fine to let you out of his sight for a few moments only to turn back and found you missing. A growl bubbled up in his throat as he scanned the tightly packed pace and found you in the middle of the dance floor. You were pressed against a man that had been eyeing you up since you’d gotten there, mouths smashed together as you kissed him like your life depended on it. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and his hands were on your ass the entire time.  

As soon as you ground up against him, something in Bucky snapped. He threw back the rest of his drink and quickly made his way over to you. The people in his path parted like the seas when they noticed the predatory expression in his eyes. Before you could even realize what had happened, you felt a hand tightly squeeze your shoulder. A gasp left your lips as Bucky pulled you away from your newfound friend.

“What the fuck!” you glared at him as the man that just had his hands all over you grew visibly nervous. Bucky grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close, “Bucky!”

“Keep your filthy fuckin’ hands off of her, you understand?” he growled at the man as he just nodded, “I ever see you near her again and you’re dead. You leave my girl alone.”

Bucky shoved him away and the man practically skittered across the bar and out the door without so much as a single glance back. Breathing angrily, he turned around to find you staring at him in awe, arms over your chest. You were suddenly incredibly sober, “what the hell was that? I’m not your fucking girl, Bucky.”

“We’re going home. Now,” he reached for your hand and held your wrist in a tight grip as he dragged you without another word. You wanted to argue with him and fight back, but there was something about his possessive nature that had sent a shiver down your spine and a rush of warmth to your core as you let him pull you along like a ragdoll. 

Maybe your dangerous little plan was finally going to turn into reality.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Are you going to finally tell me what’s going on?” you asked as you walked back into your apartment, trailing after Bucky and slamming the door shut, “you chased off my only chance of-”

Before you could say anything else, Bucky’s hands found your waist and he crashed his lips onto yours in a bruising tangle of tongue and teeth. You responded with a surprised moan as he backed you up against the wall, making sure you didn’t hit your head. 

“He’s a fuckin’ boy,” he insisted as he lightly gripped your throat, causing you to part your lips as you fought back a moan, “he wouldn’t have made you cum. Probably doesn’t even know where your pretty little clit is.”

“And you would?” you challenged, already knowing exactly where this was leading. Something in your mind told you that this was wrong and you should have stopped it, but the larger part of you really just wanted him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it for weeks and weeks now, touching yourself late at night to the thought of him. Bucky smiled at you - a dangerous, toothy, wicked thing causing you to swallow thickly, “I don’t think you could. You’re all talk, Bucky. Probably haven’t even been laid since the 40s.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want this too, sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear before trailing kisses along your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin, making it a point to mark you up. That way everyone would know you were his. He rutted his lips lightly against yours, and you could already feel how hard he was, “I see the way you look at me - I know you’ve thought about me. Probably touched that pretty pussy of yours and wished it was my cock, huh little girl?”

“Bucky,” his name was nothing more than a whimper of your lips as you tried to reach down and touch yourself. He was quick to grab your hand and pull it away. You whimpered as he just chuckled darkly. Oh, how easily he could break you down with just a few words, “please. Need you.”

“I’ll give you what you need,” he swore as he watched you with hungry eyes. He shimmied up your dress and moved to touch you. His smirk only grew when he noticed you’d forgone panties, “look at you, such a little slut. You didn’t even put on panties? You really wanted this, didn’t you? Were you just hoping I’d touch you? I bet you had this whole thing planned out - just wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you?”

You looked at him with wide doe eyes but remained silent as you tried to play coy. But he was having none of it, and grabbing your jaw, “answer me.”

“Mhmm..,just want you,” you admitted as he slowly let go before grabbing both of your wrists in his vibranium hand and pinning them above your head, “just touch me.”

And he did - slowly, he dragged his fingers through your folds, smirking at how wet you already were, “oh honey, you’re practically dripping. So wet already, and I’ve barely even touched you. Such a good little slut.”

Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of him circling your clit slowly before feeling your soaked folds and sliding a thick finger inside. A small sound of surprise reached his ears as you almost rutted into his hand and he easily slid another finger in. The stretch from his fingers was enough to spark the warmth in your belly as you bit your lip to keep from whining. 

“Look at you, such a needy little thing,” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he fucked with his fingers, “but you’re not going to cum on my fingers. I’m going to see if you taste as sweet as you look. Gonna make ruin that pussy for anyone else. You’re mine - you understand?”

“‘m yours,” you whimpered as he let go of your hands and slowly sank to his knees in front of you. His large hands, a contrast of warm and cool, splayed on your thighs before slowly traveling up to your hips and grabbing them in a bruising grasp. This man was really working to make sure he would remain all over you. He pressed a few kisses to your thighs before stopping at your mound, and you could feel his warm breath fanning across on your pussy, “please.”

“That’s right, you can be a good girl,” he didn’t even hesitate for a moment before diving in and licking a stripe up your folds, causing sparks to shoot throughout your spine. You could feel him smirking against you at the immediate effect he had as he ate you out like a man starving. 

Bucky Barnes was not a shy man when it came to eating pussy. He licked and suckled on your clit as he let two of his cool vibranium fingers slide into your pussy. He crooked them just right, effortlessly finding your g-spot as your knees threatened to buckle. No one man had ever made you feel this good before, nor so easily. 

“F-fuck,” you hissed as he pulled back and look at the blissed out expression on your face, “more please.”

“Look at you pretty little thing,” he grinned as he pressed a few wet, sloppy kisses to your mound. He pulled his fingers from you before reaching up and practically ripping your dress off. If you’d hadn’t been so close to cumming, you would have yelled at him, but in the moment you didn’t care. Especially not as his hands found your breasts and massaged them before he played with your pert nipples, causing you to arch into his touch, “not wearing a bra either. You are bad.”

“‘m so close,” you whined as he just smirked at you. Before you could say anything else he slapped your pussy, causing you to jump slightly before you keened into his touch, silently asking for more. 

“You like that, honey?” he teased as you nodded with closed eyes, your mouth forming a small o. He repeated the motion before he grabbed your ass and buried his face back into your pussy. You moaned into his touch, bucking your hips against his mouth as he made all the most sinful noises as he ate you out like his life depended it on. He worked pure magic with only his tongue and he soon had you seeing stars as your legs started to shake around him. He anchored you to him and kept you from falling down as he brought on your orgasm, “that’s it honey. You’re going to cum all over my face, going to taste all that pretty pussy has to offer.” 

“F-f-fuck,” you reached down and carded a hand through his dark hair as you held him against you, “jesus.”

“Cum for me,” he commanded and you did just as you were told, crying out his name like a prayer as you felt your release wash over you. Bucky stayed between your legs as you came all over him, cleaning up every little bit you had, not stopping until you were begging him to stop from the over stimulation, “tastes like fuckin’ candy. Best pussy I ever tasted.” 

“Jesus,” your chest was heaving as he kissed his way up your body. He stopped at your lips and offered you a victorious little smirk, “you’re an asshole but at least you know how to eat pussy.”

He grabbed your chin in his hand and forced you to look at him, “you’re mine - this pussy is mine and no one else’s, you understand, little brat?”

“Ruin me then,” you raised your eyebrows before you kissed him again, trying to beat him at his own little game. But it was no use - he was easily more dominant and held control over you, “make me yours.”

“Turn around,” he growled as he flipped you in his arms and pressed you against the wall. You moaned as his hands mapped out every curve of your body before you felt the sharp sting of his hand on your ass. Just to spur him on a little more, you bounced your ass and he slapped you a few more times before massaging your skin to soothe the pain, “you like it when it hurts. God, you’re perfect. My little slut.”

“Please fuck me. Need you so bad,” you practically whined but quickly grinned when you heard him undo his belt and pants before he pulled his cock out.  He groaned in your ear as you heard him stroke himself a few times.

“‘m so fucking hard, baby,” he ran the tip of his cock through your folds and you could already feel how big he was, “got me leakin’ already. Thought about you and that smart little mouth so many times. Always cum so hard when I think about you. Can’t wait to see how good this pussy feels squeezing my cock. You’re going to take all of me, little thing.”

He coated his length with your arousal - you were already so wet again - before slapping his cock against your ass. You tried to reach around so you could touch him but he slapped your hand out of the way. 

“Put your cock in me,” you practically begged and before you could say anything else, he plunged into you, causing you to practically scream in surprise. He didn’t stop until he was fully sheathed inside of you, feeling like he was practically splitting you apart. The burn quickly faded away as you moaned and clenched your walls around him, “fuck, you’re so big.”

“Did you expect anything else, pretty baby?” he whispered in your ear before grabbing your hips again. He slowly pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back into you with no warning. You clawed at the wall as he set a brutal pace, slamming his hips into yours over and over again, letting you have almost no room to breath. The only sounds that left your lips were small whimpers and mewls he fucked you to an inch of your life. 

You felt the coolness of the vibranium snake around your body before he found your clit. You let him press you against the wall as he pounded into you, and you quickly left your second orgasm start to bubble up in your tummy. 

“Taking my cock so well,” he praised as he slowly played with your clit. He was not shy about being loud and moaning, all while murmuring filthy praise into your ear, “so tight - so perfect. This pussy was made for me.”

“More,” you begged in between breaths, “harder, please.”

“You want it harder, pretty baby? You’re not gonna be walkin’ after this,” he smirked before he picked the pace and fucked you even harder than before, which you hadn’t even thought possible, “good girl. Good fuckin’ girl. Gonna cum all over my cock?”

“Mhmm,” you agreed with a wistful smile, a fucked out expression on your face as you felt his cock twitch inside of you as your walls started to clench around him, “please, please, please.”

“Gonna fill you up,” he said through gritted teeth as he slowed his thrusts, making them slower and deeper than before, “gonna make sure you know who you belong to.”

It was a few more thrusts before you came again, crying out as the pleasure rippled through your body. Bucky came quickly after, grunting as he came inside of you, filling you up with hot ropes of his cum. He fucked you through it all, not stopping until you were feeling boneless and he had filled you with every last drop. 

He easily caught you just as you were about to collapse in his arms and pulled you against his chest as he pressed a few kisses to your shoulder. You reached behind you and carded a hand through his arm, scratched at his scalp as he continued to kiss your neck and shoulder.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you said as you tried to catch your breath, “that was incredible.”

“I told you I’d ruin every other man for you,” he slowly pulled out and turned you around so you were facing him. You put a hand under your chin and turned your face up to his, “you’re mine.”

“I’m your girl,” it was like music to his ears as you reached between your thighs and swiped his cum mixed with your arousal up and sucked it clean off your finger, “my pussy is yours and your cock is mine.”

“Good girl, “ he praised with a wicked smile, “now get on your knees and put that pretty mouth to use.”

“Yes sir.”

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18. Sodapop - A Love All Too Real

*Warning - Smut; spanking, biting, dirty talk, hair pulling, car sex*

“My baby did so well.”

“Cum one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”

“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.”

*Sodapop’s p.o.v*

   Mickey Mouse was playing loudly throughout the living room, trying to muffle the sounds of the rain beating against the roof. It worked a little, distracting all of us from the brewing storm outside. Two-Bit was sitting next between Steve and I, completely mesmerized by his favorite showing playing on the screen. It wasn’t getting late but most of us were ready to pass out in the spots we sat in; me including, my heavy eyelids sinking each time I blinked. However, we were shaken away when there was a rapid banging noise on the door. I pushed myself up off the cushion and peered towards the closed door like all the others, wondering who could possibly be standing outside in this weather. The knocking came again, except this time with a voice behind it.

  “Seriously guys! Who else would be knocking at your damn door right now?!”

  It was Anni.

   Ponyboy hopped off the floor, leaving Johnny sitting there alone, and opened the front door quickly. Anni was standing there, her hand over her left eye, soaking wet from the rain fall. She glared at him.

  “Took you long enough,” she grumbled.

 “Sorry Anni,” he said, “we expected you to be at home.”

  “I was at home. I got kicked out.”

  When she stepped into the house, the multiple bruises on her skin, fresh blood was collected on her skin and clothes, and when she removed her hand from her eye you could see how bad it really was. Her eye was black and purple, and I could see that some of the blood vessels in her eye were popped due to the red color collecting in her eye.

  “Holy shit,” Two-Bit muttered, his eyes staying off the television now.

 No one cared about Mickey Mouse playing anymore, or how tired they were. We only cared about Anni.

She placed her bag down by the door as she passed Ponyboy, who was still in shock that he couldn’t even move to close the door. Steve did it for him, not wanting rain to get inside the house or on him.

  “Anni,” Darry said, standing in front of her, “this is the third time this week.”

  She looked at all of us before turning back to Darry, the unfazed look on her face never wavering, as she shrugged.

  “So?” She muttered.

 “So,” he continued, “you can’t keep livin’ like this.”

  Anni waved her hand in front of her, rather annoyed that she had to hear this again. Anytime she came over covered in bruises, Darry or one of us would tell her she couldn’t live with her dad again. It was always met with the same unfazed look on her face along with a light shrug of the shoulders. Anni crossed her arm over her chest; I noticed that she didn’t even wince. She was so use to the constant abuse and beatings that they didn’t even hurt her physically anymore.

   “Why not?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.

 “Anni, you do realize that your eyeball is red right? Like the blood vessels in your eye have busted?” Dally inquired, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

 “Well yeah, I’m going to clean myself up and wait for it to heal like always.”

   “But what we’re sayin’,” I said, standing from my spot, “you don’t deserve to be beaten every time you go home. You deserved to be cared for and go to sleep safely.”

  Once more, I noticed that the unfazed look in her eyes never wavered. She was so numbed to the abuse it didn’t seem wrong anymore. Instead, she turned away from all of us, facing the open bathroom ready to head inside so she could avoid the problem.

  “Doesn’t matter to me. Lots of things shouldn’t happen but they do. People take what they want from me whenever they please; the want sex, they don’t have to ask they just take, if every night someone wants to beat the hell out of me so that they feel better then so be it. I’m nothing more than a toy; a disposable piece of shit that people tend to keep around until they’re done using me.”

  With those final words, she walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. My heart broke into hundreds of pieces after hearing her say those words. Anni wasn’t a bad person, she just never knew what it felt like to be loved and cherished. All I wanted to do was love and cherish her. To lay beside her at night and hold her. To pepper her face with dozens of kisses while caressing her small form. To just show her what it felt to be cared about instead of used. But she was so brainwashed into thinking she didn’t matter, that she was nothing more than a throwaway doll, that she couldn’t see it.

  Ponyboy wrapped his arms around him.

 “We can’t keep lettin’ her live there, Darry,” he said.

 “I know that, Pony, but unless she wants to leave there isn’t anythin’ we can do,” Darry said, “I’m goin’ to go make her somethin’ to eat.”

  That was a normal routine when Anni came over all beaten up. She normally wouldn’t have eaten for two days before the beating. I had asked her why she didn’t eat two days in advance and she told me that it helped her not throw up when her dad kicked her in the stomach. Once more breaking my heart as I heard her tell me that she could anticipate when the beating was coming and how to make it hurt less.

 I followed Darry into the kitchen, Steve and Ponyboy trailing behind me. He was already getting all of the sandwich stuff out, dinner having been served a while ago and with all of us here, there were no leftovers. I grabbed the mustard off the table and watched Pony take out some bread before spreading the yellow condiment on her sandwich. We worked in silence, not sure what we could say to one another. Darry was right; unless Anni wanted to leave her parents, to have a better life, there wasn’t much we could do.

   As soon as we finished making her sandwich, and Steve added half a pickle to the plate, Anni came walking in while drying her hair with the towel. She was wrapped in nothing but a towel. In the kitchen light I could see her bruises more prominent.

  “Soda, can I borrow some clothes?” She inquired.

 “Sure thing, doll,” I said, rinsing my hands off and following her to my room.

   I opened the drawer and took out a pair of gray sweatpants and a black wife beater that revealed a lot on the side. It was something I wore around the house when it was hot.

  “You know, Pony has clothes that might fit you better,” I joked.

 “Yeah, probably,” she laughed, “but they aren’t as comfortable as yours.”

  I handed the clothes to her, looking at her beaten up face. I frowned.

 “Does it hurt?” I whispered.

 “No more than it normally does,” she shrugged, “can you close the door on your way out? Please, and thank you.”

  Nodding my head, I left the room and closed the door behind me. Anni came out five minutes after wearing the sweats and wife beater I’d given her. It was much bigger on her than I’d expected, revealing all of her sides and if she moved her arms a certain way you could see the side of her breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra, not that she needed one because her breasts were small and perky.

  A lump formed in my throat as I watched her. I had to force myself to look away. She plopped down on the recliner, throwing her legs over the arm of the chair as Darry walked in with her sandwich. He handed it to her and smiled.

 “Eat up, kid,” he said.

 “Thank you,” she said, smiling back.

Soon the rain went away; Darry had gone to sleep an hour ago, having to get up for work in the morning. Pony had fallen asleep on the floor beside Johnny, Dally left with Two-Bit to a party that was close by, and Steve was sprawled out beside me completely knocked out. His mouth was partially opened which made me laugh a little.

  Anni was still awake. She walked over to me, her arms folded over her chest.

  “Want to come outside with me?” She asked, “I need to smoke.”

 “Sure, come on,” I said, standing up carefully not to wake Steve or the others.

  I closed the door behind us and she shivered. The rain had made the air incredibly cold, and she was hardly wearing anything. Her pale skin glowed in the darkness, and in the small, illuminating porch light, I noticed that her nipples were erected.

 “Come on,” I said, leading her to Darry’s truck.

  We climbed into the backseat. I reached to the front and grabbed the spare keys underneath the visors. I turned the truck on and let the heater kick in so we could warm up. Anni was digging through her bag, removing a lighter and a container out. I watched her open the container and take out a joint. Anni didn’t smoke cigarettes, couldn’t stand the taste, but she did smoke weed and I was pretty sure it was because it numbed her from everything. I watched her light her joint and hit it, a cloud of smoke releasing from her perfect, soft, pink lips. The smell of weed collecting in the car and I knew I was going to have to air it out before we went in. Darry had the nose of a hound.

  She looked over at me and held out the joint, “want some?”

  “No thanks, doll,” I smiled.

  Shrugging her shoulders, she continued to smoke the joint. Her unwounded eye turned hazy and became a bit red. With each puff, she was getting higher and higher; this obviously not being the first time she smoked tonight. She slouched down in her seat, the shirt riding up a little bit. I guess I’d been staring too long because she faced me and raised her eyebrow.

  “Why do you keep staring at me like that?” She questioned.

 “Just takin’ in all of your wounds,” I whispered, half lying.

  She let her eyes land on the bruises decorating her arm before dropping it and taking another hit of her joint.

  “You know, I’m use to it but they still hurt like hell.”

  “You shouldn’t be use to it,” I muttered, “I hate seein’ you like this, Anni.”

  Anni put out her smoke, putting it back in her purse and folding her arms, “why?”

  “Because I care about you. Every time I see you all bruised up like this, it pisses me off. I swear if I ever see your dad-”

  “You’ll do nothing.”

  Our eyes met; hers cold, and distant, mine shocked, and sad.

  “If you do something it’ll only make it worse. I’ll just get beaten ten times worse than the last. He’ll do everything in his power to prove he’s got total control over me, and he’s right.”

  I reached over and touched her shoulder. She flinched a bit but I didn’t pull away; her skin was cool to the touch, the heater barely keeping her warm. Anni sighed.

 “It’s just how it is, Soda. Leave it be.”

  “How can I do that?” I asked, “you don’t deserve it.”

 “Because I’m not important, Soda!” She snapped, “if I left today, all of you would stop thinking about me! If I died tomorrow, you’d forget me as soon as you saw the next girl walk by! I’m replaceable! A nobody! Unloved!”

 “You aren’t unloved!” I yelled back, “and maybe to your shitty dad you're replaceable, but to me you’re irreplaceable! You’re so fucked up in the head, you don’t even know what love is because they’ve got you all messed up.”

  “So?! What do you want me to do about it!”

 “Let me show you what it’s like to be loved, Anni.”

  She started nibbling on her lip as I got closer to her. She didn’t move away from me though, as I leaned in closer and closer. The air between us almost felt thin, I could hardly breathe. I could see her chest moving up and down fast. Was she nervous? Scared? I couldn’t tell. My forehead pressed against hers.

  “I’ll stop if you want,” I whispered, “I’d never do somethin’ to you that you aren’t comfortable with.”

  It took her a moment to answer and when she was capable of doing so, it came out as more of a hushed whisper.

 “I’m fine,” her voice croaked, “you can continue.”

She was definitely nervous. My words, along with my actions, had her flustered and confused.

Nodding my head, I pressed my lips against hers. Her lips were just as soft as I’d imagined them to be. When I pulled away, it was only for a second, going back into and kissing her deeply once again, this time more passionately. I softly pushed her back, keeping my lips on hers, and crawled between her legs. Her hands reached up and wrapped around my neck, her fingers tangling themselves into my hair. A soft groan left my lips as I felt her fingers tug gently.

   I pulled away from her, a small amount of saliva pulling from our lips. Her eyes were hazy with lust and confusion.

  “I’ve got you, doll,” I whispered, “I promise.”

  She nodded her head. Leaning back down, I attached my lips to her neck and started leaving wet, open mouthed kisses along the nape. Softly sucking and nibbling on her flesh, I felt my cock harden at the sound of her breathy moans. A sound that I wanted to be familiar with forever. I bit down on her neck and she gasped, jolting forward, her chest pressing against mine. Her nipples were still hard. I swirled my tongue around the spot I bit down on before biting down on a different spot, repeating the process.

  “Soda,” she whimpered.

  It was the first time I’ve heard her sound so vulnerable.

  “That’s a good girl,” I praised, returning my attention to her face.

  The black eye didn’t bother me, neither did the blood in her eye. She was as beautiful as she always was.

  I grabbed the rim of my shirt and pulled it off, revealing my tanned chest. Her eyes lingered a little lower, her teeth biting her bottom lip while she scanned over my body. I chuckled then reached for her shirt. She lifted her arms letting me pull the shirt over her head, revealing her exposed, bruised flesh. I groaned at the mere sight of her breasts. They were perfect; like beautiful clouds. I barely licked one of the hardened nipples and her back arched, eyes rolling to the back of her head. I captured her lips with mine once again, this time kissing her hungrily.

  I pulled her off the seat and into my lap, breathing heavily as I started kissing down her neck again, tracing the purple hickeys I had left. My hands fumbled with my zipper first, my cock aching to be released from their restraints. Not bothering to lift her off of me, I lifted myself off the seat a bit and pulled my jeans down. Anni wrapped her arms around me, tugging my hair a bit as she kissed me hard. I grabbed the sweats she was wearing and dragged them down, my hands grazing her bare skin causing her to shiver. I loved watching her shiver after I touched her. It didn’t happen often with Anni, she hardly ever reacted to anyone touching her, so to see, to feel, her shake from my touch sent a rush of pride through me.

  Anni lifted herself off of my lap as I pulled her sweats all the way off. She was completely naked in front of me now.

  “God damnit, Anni,” I groaned, “so fucking beautiful.”

 A soft laugh left her lips as she watched me pull my boxers down finally releasing my growing member. There was no need to wait any longer, no need for foreplay, no need for me to poke and prod to make sure she was okay. We were both ready as if we'd been waiting for years. I lined myself up with her and pushed her down onto me, groaning at the feeling of her tight walls gripping me. Anni buried her head into my shoulder and moaned softly at the feeling of me filling her up. Only a second passed before I started thrusting my hips back and forth, our skin slapping against each other’s. Small pants were leaving her mouth as she gripped my shoulders tightly, keeping herself upright despite being drilled into. Even though I wasn’t going too fast right now, the position allowed me to bury myself deep into her sweet little cunt.

   “Holy fuck,” I moaned, “that’s it baby.”

  My pace quickened as she started bouncing herself up and down; the truck started to rock a bit at the movement happening inside but we didn’t care. Anni’s moans became more erotic and lewd; she sounded almost angelic and I loved that I was the one making her feel this way. Her head fell back as she continued to ride my cock, meeting each thrust coming from me. I moved my left hand up to the back of her head and pulled her hair a little, just enough to get her to face me. I didn’t want to hurt her. She moaned at the feeling of me pulling her hair.

  “Fuck, Anni, you sound so beautiful,” I groaned, pulling her closer by her hair so that our foreheads could meet, “such a beautiful girl for me, huh?”

  She could only nod, her body shivering.

  “Soda, I’m close,” she whimpered out.

  “Let it go, baby,” I moaned, “I’ve got you.”

 Those words with the quickening pace of our thrust sent Anni into euphoria. She screamed out, her legs violently shaking as she came all over my cock. I held her in place; one hand gripping her side while the other stayed tangled in her hair. I removed my hand from her back and smacked her perfectly, plump, sweaty ass. She yelped, rocking her hips into mine causing me to groan. Giving her ass a few more smacks, enough to pleasure her, I turned us over so that I was on top of her. My eyes danced across her sweaty body. I started pouring kisses onto her face and mumbling soft “I love you’s” as I continued to thrust into her faster.

  “Soda,” she moaned, “I can’t.”

  “Shh,” I whispered, holding back a string of curse words, feeling her walls tighten around me, “you can do it baby. Come on.”

   I slammed into her repeatedly; removing my cock all the way at the tip and then slamming back into her. Her eyes rolled back as her hips arched. I could feel myself getting closer to my climax as I watched her, feeling her dripping cunt swallow me over and over again.

  “Cum one more time for me,” I cooed, “I know you’ve got it in you.”

 Anni couldn’t form any more words, all she could do was nod her head and let me coax her with my sweet words. Soon her body spasmed again and her legs shook harshly. Her screams rippled through the air, but I didn’t bother covering her mouth to hide them. I didn’t care if people heard and I didn’t care if that caused people to come over to see what was happening; all I wanted was to be focused on Anni.

  “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum,” I croaked.

  My thrust becoming sloppier, I watched her body go limp as pools of sweat collected on her chest. I thrusted into her three more times before spilling my cum into her fleshy, pink walls. Coating every inch.

  “Fuck!” I yelled, “oh my God, fuck!”

  I stopped moving, unable to ride out my high for too long. Anni was panting hard. I pulled myself out of her and brought her to my chest. Rubbing soft circles onto her bruised back as she gasped for air.

  “I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.”

   When Anni finally did catch her breath, she rested her head against my bare, sweaty chest. A tired smile appeared on my face as I watched her look up at me.

  “My baby did so well,” I praised again.

  We stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like a lifetime. Her glistening skin glowed in the moonlight, the cool air chapping her dry lips making her lick them repeatedly, her breast heaving up and down as she took in large amounts of air. Her black hair was not sweaty and clinging to her beautiful face. I reached my hand down and stroked the bruise on her cheek.

  “I love you, Anni,” I whispered, “so fuckin’ much. You’ll never be replaceable to me. I only want you.”

  Anni chuckled and closed her eyes, she was definitely sleepy.

  “I’ll hold you to that, Soda. If you love me, maybe I can let myself love you too. It may take a while but I’ll do it for you.”

  Grabbing the blanket that Darry normally kept inside his truck, I draped it over us and sighed. She buried her head into my chest and let her heavy eyes close. The sound of my heart lulling her to sleep.

  “No matter how long it takes,” I said, “I’ll wait for you. I’ll help you love again because you deserve it. That and the world.”

   The sudden realization of Darry coming out in the morning to see us asleep, naked in his car with the lingering smell of sex, hit me. A low chuckle escaped from my lips. I knew I was gonna hear it in the morning, but right now, I didn’t care. It felt like it was just Anni and I, all alone. That’s what I wanted.