#please ask if you need me to tag anything

[impactrueno]

Do you ship beetlebabes?

anon you're one of the three people i woke up to this morning asking if i ship beetlebabes LMAO. so i guess i better address it as thoroughly as i can.

shortest answer i can give you: no. but there's a lot more to it than just that. please read on

as long as it's not kid lydia, i don't care. i'm perfectly at peace with the ship and accept it as an integral part of the fandom (i'll get to that in a second) because this isn't like other ships of its kind. there's a small sector of the shipper side of the fandom that's cuckoo bananas and i don't fuck with that but that's more about those shippers in particular and not the ship itself. and yes, i'm okay with you reblogging my art and tagging it as "beetlebabes" on your blog for your own organization purposes.

i've been lurking the beetlejuice fandom for like 20 years now, so the ship doesn't faze me in the least. especially since i shipped them myself when i was younger, and this isn't a secret or anything i'm ashamed about, because i just never thought that deeply about it back then you know?? i just knew i enjoyed their dynamic in the cartoon a lot. and i'm pretty sure this is the case for most veteran beetlejuice fans because back then 90% of the fan content was beetlebabes. the ship pretty much carried the fandom all throughout the 90s and the 2000s, and the bulk of these shippers was always goth/goth-adjacent women into gothic romances who had crushes on BJ and projected onto lydia. NOT pedophiles or groomers or anything of the sort (and i need to reiterate this every time this stuff comes up because it's really important: do not ever judge whether or not someone is a groomer based only on what they ship because that's only going to put you at risk of being groomed by a "non-problematic" shipper. a groomer can use anything to groom you, even if you're not a minor. please always stay alert no matter what circles you're in. sorry for the PSA i've just seen some stuff and i worry)

the shift in the demographics of the fandom happened when the musical came out in 2019, which brought in a new beetlejuice canon with TONS of new fans who were more attuned to what makes a ship creepy and inappropriate (again, literally no one ever thought about this stuff before the 2010s.) so obviously this new wave of fans were horrified that the ship even existed in the first place. this created a pretty big split in the fandom between shippers and non-shippers. i've been referring to the topic as a hornets nest ever since and it's the reason why i largely keep to myself in my own little corner of the fandom.

as for my feelings about the ship...that shifted a lot through the years. shipped them, then i didn't. then i thought about them again, then i was like nah. eventually i realized that i'm very picky and particular about them and i was never going to feel at home on either side of the fandom so i had to figure out what kind of content i wanted to see, how i see their relationship and if i could create something with that myself since it seemed like no one else was doing it.

so here i am now. the stuff i'm making right now with adult lydia and beej from the cartoon is intended to be "platonic soulmates" since this is what i found to be the closest thing to what i always wanted to see more of, i find it comforting and beautiful and tragically underrated. people are free to interpret it however they wish though, as long as they don't expect me to meet their expectations, because i'll be doing my own thing regardless. i'm not stupid though, i know i managed to put them in a position where they probably could organically develop feelings for each other, and people are inevitably going to be drawn to that potential. so i can't blame the people commenting with "when will they kiss, i hope they get married, etc," i just hope they don't feel to disappointed to learn that i have no plans to explore that far lol (if that's all you were here for then uhhh sorry i guess)

if i ever choose to make something that is actually beetlebabes, i would tag it as such so people know and so people who don't want to see it can block it. maybe i'd even give ample warning beforehand because i wouldn't want to spring that on my followers who are uncomfortable with the ship out of the blue like that.

if you've read my beetleposts you probably already know that i like character studies and analyzing their dynamics, so i don't mind discussing the ship and how or why i think things would be one way or the other. perhaps i'm a bit too lax about it for some people, because i've been asked to tag a couple of analyses that seemingly dipped into beetlebabes territory without me even noticing. that made me realize that what qualifies as beetlebabes varies from person to person, which makes "do you ship beetlebabes" even harder to answer, because people see what they want to see in art. you can ask my non-shipper followers and most will say they don't see anything romantic in my art, but then you ask the shippers and it can be the total opposite. just as everyone does when they watch the source material.

so in conclusion

i don't ship them (any of the canon iterations) romantically but i'm chill with the whole thing as long as people aren't rude to each other in my comments (or to me for that matter) because i'm frankly way too old to give a fuck about these things or all the proship/anti/whatever nonsense

[iwasonething]

living with luigi mangione headcannons

-> somehow luigi has a kind of superpower that makes him sense when ur here, when ur not, if u left eg. while sleeping in the same bed, if u were going to get up to drink some water or if u have sleeping problems, this man would prob follow u wherever ur going in what? 3-5 min? give or take. -> imagine coming home to a kiss on the cheek like "how was today my love tell me about it" with reassuring back rubs and sweet nothings in ur ear like "oh rlly? mhm" while making u tea -> if ur stressed, hed deff tell because if u were living together/u guys were that serious, communication would be key in ur relationship and he does connect well through language and everything esp with his loved ones and hed find it odd how u arent sending him a litany of messages or voice messages ab what ur doing, how's it going, etc etc + hed prob know ur sched in advance if there was anything bigg coming up and he's really that perceptive - truly knowing you completely so yes hed DEF tell if u need him, want to be alone!! of course though, hed give u a kiss on the forehead just to let u know he's here :)) -> this man is REALLY organized w certain info. eg. "what's my social security again?" "oh dw i got it right here babe" be fr he wouldnt drag u to boring meetings with ur landlord about rent or something to discuss numbers.. hed do that all by himself althoughhh u do tell him that u appreciate the journey of going through this TOGETHER as a team so he does let u tag along :)) -> no because luigi would DEF be passionate in saving the environment!! esp in ur household! eg using scratch paper that's cheaper and recycled or seed paper even!! and if ur crafty that's a BIGG plus since u guys can recycle stuff together he'd rlly enjoy it -> if u enjoy gardening, hed def support u in tending to ur plants!! little plant babies do u guys know the type of "harvest with me!" video on tiktok? yes. he'd binge those for inspo. -> luigi i feel shows affection based on acts of service and words of affirmation. picture this: hes just working on some code and ur feeling a bit down :(( (if you are right now though, please know it's going to be alright! take it one step at a time. if ur procrastinating, you should really make a move right now!! truly it is never too late, good luck!!) so naturally u would go to him/sit on his lap and rest ur head at the crook of his neck and hed continue what he's doing with one hand but make an effort to rub ur back with the other asking u "tell me my love" "use ur words baby" i meowed. if ur still feeling down and just rotting in bed (me rn help) hed notice (because he does often check on wherever u are around the house) and play ur favorite song on vinyl, bring u ur favorite tea, and be there if u do want to talk :( -> drowssyyy monday mornings and lazy sundays!! we all know luigi plays roles of being such an active member in our society i mean man was doing rock climbing, an underground christmas lights selling thing on venmo? and he loves the beach, the outside, everything nature! but laying with u in bed is js something he would def NEVER waste :)) esp during slow mornings!! sweet nothings!! everything cute and fluffy

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

compos mentis 7

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, chronic health issues, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: After a long court case, your mother stays attached to her lawyer, bringing even more contention into your life.

Characters: Andy Barber

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“You don’t like it?” Andy asks as you sit silently before your plate. 

You’re dizzy and a bit nauseous. Not having your oxygen is disorienting. You keep reaching for the tank that isn’t there, adjusting the nonexistent tube beneath your nose. You’re breathless and addled as you wonder if Dr. Kemp could be wrong. What if you pass out? What if something terrible happens? 

“I’m... sorry,” you hang your head. “I’m trying but... not very hungry.” 

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have to eat if you can’t. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he assures you as he hovers his fork above his own plate. “I’m not like her.” 

You nod as your bottom lip pokes out. Your flutter your lashes and rub your cheeks. The reminder of your mom unnerves you. She was as constant as the oxygen tank and now both are gone. 

“You okay?” He sets his fork down gently. 

You nod and gulp, tempering your breaths through your nose. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” he gets up and moves to the seat next to you. “I know this is a lot. I know that neither of us were prepared for this but I want you to know that I will do my best to be there for you.” 

You twine your fingers through each other in your lap and stare at them, “but... why?” 

“Someone should,” he says, leaning toward you. “Look, I... I’ll be honest. I blame myself for letting this go this far. I suspected during the case. There were inconsistencies but... but I had a job to do. I did it, to your detriment even. I’m the one who’s sorry. I should’ve listened to my instinct.” 

You frown, “but... my mom? You liked her, right? Aren’t you... upset?” 

He shifts and sighs. He rubs his palms together as he faces the table. He plants his elbows on the wood and hides behind his fingers. He massages his forehead as he thinks. When he drops his hands, his expression is drawn and his complexion pale. 

“Like I said, I was suspicious. I only... only stayed with your mom so I could keep an eye on you. You seemed lonely and lost. I know it’s not my place but I was concerned. And there was no one else looking after you. No one else who would care,” he sniffs and looks at you directly. You peek up and mash your hands together. “Your mom was very deliberate in keeping people away from you, wasn’t she?” 

You shrug. You never thought about it. Your mom is the one who took you to the doctors, who did everything to get you better, to make sure she got you the right treatment. Or... 

“It’s a lot. You don’t need to figure it all out right now,” he assures you. “And I don’t want you to rush yourself. Steve will be back tomorrow, he can give us more information about your condition, about what needs to be done.” 

You rock then stop yourself. You cross your arms and shrink your stature. You look at your plate. 

“It’s been a long day. I’ll pack the food up for later. How about you take a hot bath? It will help,” he suggests. 

“Um, no, I think I’ll just lay down,” you murmur. 

“You should wash up. We did a lot of running around, didn’t we?” He sits back and grips the edge of the table. “I’ll get a towel and something you can wear.” 

You stare at him and bring your hand up to your nose, wiggling them fruitlessly as there is no tube to toy with. You purse your lips in disappointment. 

“Thank you. I’m... sorry.” 

“Please, no more apologies,” he reaches and gently squeezes your arm. “Whatever you need,” he brushes up and down your sleeve, “you tell me, okay?” 

You sniffle and nod, looking at the wall as you chew your lip. You feel more lost than ever. Without the air, without your mother. It might not have been a perfect life but it was familiar. All of this is new and scary and confusing. You don’t know what’s real, what to believe. 

“Alright,” he retracts his touch and stands, “let’s get you sorted.” 

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Dr. Hawe stands at Dr. Kemp’s shoulder. You watch them both, nervous as you sit on the medical bed. Andy sits to the side, his leg jiggling anxiously. You feel his nerves from where you are. Maybe you should’ve have said yes when he offered to wait outside. 

“I have to apologise. I suppose I can expect a malpractice case myself,” Hawe says. “I never meant anything but to help. She exhibited all the symptoms and I made the diagnosis with good intent.” 

“Unfortunately, these things can be very similar. There’s a lot of overlap between genuine issues and oxygen toxicity. We could still be wrong but given observation so far, it’s more likely the latter.” Kemp returns. 

You look between them, confused. 

“Miss,” Hawes steps forward, “do you need me to explain?” 

You nod. “Should I have my oxygen? Did I do bad?” 

He frowns, “no. I... I was wrong. All those other doctors were right. There’s nothing wrong with you. It’ll take some time for you to recover. Being at elevated oxygen levels for so long can have detrimental effects. It will take a bit to know if any damage has been done to your lung tissue. Unfortunately, in trying to fix a problem I thought was there, I may have made it worse.” 

“But that’s impossible. I... I...” You take deep breaths but find no hitch. You don’t understand. 

“So, it was all lies?” Andy asks. 

Kemp nods and angles toward him. “Looks like. Munchausen by proxy. Not common but most common between a parent and child.” 

“Munch-- munch--” you try to repeat it. You heard about that on that show about the girl in the wheelchair. Well, she didn’t really need it. “But... my mom...” 

Andy sits silently and presses a bent knuckle to his mouth. His face is tense with anger. The doctors share a look. 

“This is bad,” Andy drops his hand. “I’m a public prosecutor. I took this to court.” 

“And I made the diagnosis. I wrote the scripts,” Hawes says. 

“What does that mean? What’s going on?” You swing your legs. 

They all look at you. Andy sits back and Hawes lowers his head. Kemp steps forward. 

“Well, both of them could lose their licenses. That’s what. If at least, their reputations will be ruined.” He explains. “That is if anyone finds out. It could mean more legal action.” 

“Legal...? Oh, another case?” 

Andy nods and Hawes toys with his stethoscope. 

“But I... I can’t do it again.” You say. “I can’t.” 

“You don’t have to,” Kemp girds. “But it means your mom won’t face any justice. Nothing. She did this to you.” He moves closer, “do you understand that you weren’t sick but she may have made you sick?” 

You search his face as your heart races. The room shrinks around you and your vision tilts. You gulp as your mouth grows acidic. You moan and fan yourself, then wave him away as you bend over the edge. You can’t help the revolt of stomach bile that spews from you and lands on the floor. 

“No,” you brace your head and rock, gagging again, but you have nothing to come up. Your breakfast was as appetizing as dinner the night before. “No, no, no. My mom... she wouldn’t...”  

Your insides contort and your skull throbs. Your breath picks up as you continue to babble. It can’t be real. You are sick. You know you are. You missed classes, you missed prom, you missed graduation. That’s not a lie. 

You heave and shudder as you stay bent over your lap. You feel a warmth on your back as you begin to shake. Your head swirls and your skin scalds. You drone senselessly. 

“Shhh, hey, you’re alright,” the distant voice speaks to you through the rising haze. 

The colours and sounds blend together behind the wall of your tears. Your body is moving but you’re not the one controlling it. You have no power. You have nothing. 

“...get her laying down...” 

“...careful...” 

“...just to calm her. She’ll hurt herself...” 

The words fade and your eyes roll back as a tide of heat overwhelms you, flowing through your veins and rising to the surface. As the warmth fills your head, you sink down into the abyss. Your anguish follows you, gnawing at your heart as you drown in your grief. Of what you had and never did.  

🩶

You can't tell when you wake up. The world is so dull that you may as well be unconscious. You stare at the ceiling, too drained to care about where you are or how you go there. 

The room is dim but for the lamp near your bedside. You should be cozy. The blanket is soft, the pillow cushy, but none of it can comfort you. There is nothing that can change what she did. Nothing that can undo what's done. Or give you back those squandered years. 

It's over. Not just her lies but your life. There's no restarting. There's no fixing this. You might not be sick the way your mom said you were but there has to be something wrong with your head if you believed her. 

What do you have left? What did you ever have at all?  

You sniff as your eyes itch. You're not going to cry. It'll all be easier if you just don't feel anything. 

There's a shift somewhere in the haze. A figure sits up near the foot of the bed. You squint as Andy combs his fingers through his hair, straightening in the rigid wooden chair from the dining room.  

"Sweetheart," he stands stiffly. "You're awake. There's water." 

He comes to the side the bed and gestures to the glass there. Your head lolls over. You close your eyes.  

"I can get you something else. Tea?" 

You don't react. You want to be left alone. All you feel is shame. He knows how stupid you are. He knew all along. 

“Honey,” he carefully sits on the edge. He touches your cheek, then your forehead. “Can you hear me? Can you understand me?” 

Your eyes roll and your lashes flutter. As much as you long to drift back into nothingness, your head is throbbing. You turn your face away from him. 

“I’m sorry,” he brings his hand to yours. “I really am. I should have done something sooner.” 

You don’t answer him. Again. What can you say? 

He sighs and draws away. He turns to face the wall and leans his elbows on his knees. He holds his head as he hunches over. 

Silence rises around you, rippling like the air around a raging fire. Stolid to the point of suffocation. There’s a tremble that isn’t within you. And something more. 

You move your head back to see Andy. He sniffles and wipes his nose with one hand as his other keeps his head up. He mops his cheek as he cries. You watch him, surprised and almost curious. 

“I’m so sorry,” he rasps. “I’m ashamed. I’m... horrible.” He pushes his hand up into his hair again as he sits up. He stares at the wall, the brims of his eyes reddened. “I can take you to the courthouse. You can tell the DA everything. I’ll resign.” 

You gulp. Why would he do all that? It’s not his fault your mom did what she did. Or that you let her. 

You push yourself up weakly, quivering as you keep your hands flat on the mattress. “Andy,” you murmur. “I... I don’t want to tell the DA.” You sway slightly and he looks at you. “I don’t want to tell anyone. It’s too embarrassing.” 

His eyes search you and his brows furrow, “are you sure?” You nod and hang your head. He gently touches your arm, “sweetie, you need to lay down.” He helps you recline. “Just relax. I know this is so hard. Actually, I don’t know. How could I?” 

You let your lashes droop and hug yourself loosely. You exhale heavily. You reach below your throat absently and find no tube there. That’s right. You don’t need it. 

“Thank you,” you utter. 

[carisc4pshaw]

Silk and Lace

In which Spencer and Fem!Reader go shopping for dresses for the reader to wear for JJ’s upcoming wedding. (Fluff&Smut!)

word count: 1.8k

tags: shopping trip, cute boyfriend, spencer reid, jennifer jareau mention, dresses, fitting room, dressing room, trying dresses on, spencer is obsessed with you, protected sex, p in v, public sex, fluff, smut, spencer likes taking pictures of you, physical touch, rich spencer, he likes to buy things for you.

warnings: smut toward the end of the chapter: protected sex, p in v smut.

notes: This was just something short I wrote I hope you enjoy it!

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You and Spencer were in the mall on his day, it is not somewhere he’d like to spend his day off he’d rather spend it in bed with you or take you out to see a movie, basically shopping wasn’t really his thing but he was more than happy to do it with you and being the gentleman he is; carry all your bags.

“Where to next honey?” Spencer asked his free hand finding your lower back as you both walked.

“I need a dress for JJ’s wedding, but I could do that on a different day. This must be boring for you and I’m still unsure of what I want,” You shrugged.

“I don’t mind looking around if you want to find something, maybe I could help.”

“If you really want to.”

“I’d never pass up watching you try on dresses,” Spencer moved his hand to hold yours.

You loved how affectionate Spencer was, despite his fear of germs he would never pass up the opportunity to be holding your hand or touching you in some way.

You took the lead in dragging Spencer into a slightly expensive dress shop after seeing a couple in the window that looked pretty and fit with JJ’s main colour schemes of blue and silver.

“Wow that’s gorgeous,” You said looking at a long sparkly silver knit dress that had a fair amount of gaps in it making it slightly see-through.

“That is… not really for a wedding,” Spencer said picturing you in it.

“You don’t like it? I wouldn’t suit it?”

“No, you’d look gorgeous, too gorgeous.”

“I’m trying it on,” You laughed picking up the dress in your size, “See anything nice?”

“For myself?” Spencer laughs.

“No Spence, for me, blue or silver.”

“I haven’t looked,” Scans his eyes around the shop, “That’s pretty,” He pointed at a dark blue dress that laced up at the back.

“It is, will you get it for me please, I’m going to look at that one,” You point at a silk silver dress with an open back.

“That’s pretty,” Spencer said before leaving you to get the dress.

In the time it took Spencer to get the dress, you had found another dress you liked and decided that four was enough to try on since you didn’t want to be too long and bore your boyfriend.

You dragged Spencer towards the fitting rooms as best you could with the dresses you were carrying.

“Sit here,” You pointed to a small sofa that was in front of the door to the dressing room cubical you were about to enter.

“Got it,” Spencer laughed obeying what you said.

Spencer waited on his phone for you to put the first dress on. You were saving the knit dress for last so the first one you put on was the lace-up back dress Spencer chose.

You walked out of the fitting room holding the dress up around your breasts, “Spence, can you tie the back up please?”

Spencer slid his phone into his jeans pocket and cleared his throat looking at you with hearts in his eyes as he nodded not trusting himself to speak. He got up and spun you around so your back was facing him. He pulled the silky string together tying it in a bow.

You turned back around to face him once it was done up and gave him a little pose, “Thoughts?”

Spencer looked you up and down his eyes mostly drawn to the way the tied back made the dress hug your waist and push your breasts up, “You’re gorgeous,” he gulped.

“Thank you, Next?” You asked.

“Wait, I’m taking pictures,” Spencer took his phone out and snapped a picture of you from the front and then indicated for you to turn around so he could get one from the back.

“Seriously?” You laughed.

“What? You look good,” He shrugged.

You shook your head, rolling your eyes playfully as you went back into the fitting room and put on the second dress you found with the open back. This one was a little too long but you still looked good in it and the colour looked amazing with your hair.

Spencer’s jaw almost dropped as you walked out of the fitting room, he liked the first dress a little more but this was still stunning.

“Thoughts on this one?” You giggled at his eyes widening.

“You look like a princess honey,” He stood up placing a hand on your waist and catching your lips in a quick kiss before spinning you around to see the low cut back, “Your back is gorgeous.”

“You’re charming babe,” You placed a kiss on his cheek and once again he pulled his phone out to take some pictures of you.

The final dress you had was strapless in dark blue with silver sparkles. It was definitely one that would fit the theme for the wedding the best and you thought it looked gorgeous on you, this time you felt like a princess.

Spencer’s jaw fully dropped this time as you walked out of the fitting room.

“Thoughts?” You asked again for the third time.

“Wow,” Spencer said.

You spun around to show him the whole dress.

“Do you like it?” he asked staring at you.

“I love it, I think I’ll get this one,” You smoothed the dress out with your hands.

“Yes, you should definitely get this one, wow,” Spencer tried to hide a small smirk on his face but you could see it.

You blushed slightly biting your lip, “Stop staring at me like that.”

“Sorry, you’re just perfect.”

“Shut up!” You blushed more and turned to go back into the fitting room cubicle, “I’ve got the knit one left to try on, can you come in I don’t want to walk out in it.”

“Yeah,” Spencer followed you into the cubical that was much larger than he thought it was going to be.

“Close your eyes so I can take the dress off,” You said.

Spencer raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“Because I’m almost fully naked!”

Spencer closed his eyes, “You know I see you naked a lot right?”

“That’s different,” You said pulling the dress off and clipping your black lace bra on at the back.

Once you had the knitted dress on you told him to open his eyes.

“I’m buying you that for you,” Spencer said immediately.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” You flirted twirling your hair with your finger and walking closer to him.

“Because you’re sexy?” Spencer scrunched his nose, he didn’t like the word, he felt like it was objectifying but he couldn’t think of anything else right now to say.

You giggled, “Mm thank you. You’ve been so good today Spence, waiting for me to try everything on,” You straddled his lap instantly feeling his growing erection, “Excited baby?”

Spencer groaned, “Sorry, you’re just really pretty.”

“It’s okay,” You placed a kiss on his lips, “Should I help you out?”

“Here? No way? We are in public,” Spencer’s eyes widened.

“I’m sure we can be quiet,” You leaned back in biting his bottom lip gently.

“Honey,” Spencer moaned quietly into your mouth.

You climbed off his lap and pulled the dress down leaving you in the bra and a matching pair of panties letting him look you up and down before getting back on his lap.

“That’s new,” He ran his fingers over the lace covering your left nipple, making a shiver run through you that made your nipples hard.

“Yeah, I got it last week. Like?” You asked rocking against him lightly.

“Love it,” he said kissing your lips slightly rougher than you had previously kissed him.

You ran your hand down his clothed chest and opened the button of his trousers. You got up off his lap so he could remove them along with pulling his boxers down enough for his erection to spring out.

“Where’s your wallet?” You breathed out.

“Why?” He asked pulling you closer to him once again.

“Condom,” You muttered between kisses.

Spencer’s eyebrows knitted together before you spoke again.

“We can’t make a mess,” You deepened the kiss sliding your tongue into his mouth.

He nodded, sliding his hand into the back pocket of his jeans that were now on the floor and pulling out his wallet before handing it to you.

You opened it up and took it out quickly ripping it open.

“Is that even in date?” He asked.

You shrugged sliding it onto his hard and long erection hearing him moan as quietly as he could at the sensation making you feel a rush of warmth between your legs.

Spencer pulled your panties to the side and helped you line yourself up with his cock.

You wasted no time in sinking down onto Spencer’s cock watching as he filled you up. You whimpered at the feeling of yourself stretching for him. Every time it felt similar but somehow the feeling got better every time you had sex.

“Are you okay?” Spencer whispered checking in on you.

“Yeah,” You sighed in pleasure as you started to move riding him.

Spencer lowered his lips to your shoulder sucking it leaving marks.

“Oh my god,” you whispered into his ear once he was angled deep enough inside that with each movement he grazed your g-spot.

“Keep going,” Spencer’s mouth fell open his eyes fluttering closed. You quickly moved one of your hands to cover his mouth as a precaution.

“Are you close baby?” You said with a hushed groan at the end.

Spencer nodded, his hips rutting against yours. He moved one of his hands from your hips to splay across your lower stomach his thumb reaching down to nudge against your clit.

“Yes Spencer,” You whine connecting your lips together so his mouth would catch the sounds that were about to come from you once you felt a familiar sensation burn through your lower stomach.

Your walls tightened around him as you let out a string of moans into his mouth while you came triggering his climax just seconds after yours. He filled up the condom still deep inside of you with a whimper that was almost too loud for where you were.

“Shhh,” you put your finger to your lips with a giggle after you pulled away from him.

Spencer left a few pecks against your lip before helping you up off of him, “You look gorgeous on top of me.”

“Enough babe, you’ve told me I look good too many times today.”

“I can’t help it,” Spencer ran his hand over your hip.

“Get dressed,” You laughed throwing his pants at him after putting your shirt back on.

When dressed both of you left the fitting rooms. Spencer holding your dresses refusing to let you pay for either of them.

“Ready to go home?” Spencer asked wrapping an arm around your waist as you left the store after he purchased the dresses for you.

“So ready,” You yawned and smiled up at him, “I want to get in bed and cuddle up with you for the rest of the night.”

“I can certainly do that. Let’s go,” He said rubbing his thumb over your hip as you walked out of the mall.

[ffviirarepairweek]

FFVII Rare Pair Week 2025

So what’s your favourite Final Fantasy VII related rare pair? Do you have more than one? Here’s a chance to showcase them and help them move up from being rare! Not all parts of the pairing have to be from FFVII, and you don’t have to do the same pairing or group for the whole week! ** Pairings can be romantic or platonic. **

Below we have a list of prompts for this year. Feel free to be as creative with those as you want to, and take your time working on your entries, but please don’t forget to post them on the right date if you can. (But remember, no matter how late it’s better than never!)

For this event we are using a category approach. You can use the category as a theme for your prompt and the listed items suggested ideas. If none of the prompts give you any ideas, don’t worry! You can create anything you like for the week, provided it involves a rare pair! The goal of the week is to celebrate and share our rare pairs more than to just follow a list. Be it art, writing, mood boards, or even fic recs, just spread the love!

Feb. 16 | Day 1. Extreme Weather/Natural Disaster. How does your pairing deal with an extreme weather event? If you’re the type to lean toward happy stories, this could be a run of good weather days. If you like your angst, well, this year has already given us some examples of what happens when nature goes wild.

Feb. 17 | Day 2. Sick Day/Medical. Is one of your pairing sick or injured? Or if you don’t like dealing directly with sickness, do they need to cover for a co-worker who has called out sick?

Feb. 18 | Day 3. Crossover. Mix it up with another game, or movie, or book, etc. Mix in your other favourite media, whether the setting, or another character for your pair to meet, or another plot they’re stuck sorting out.

Feb. 19 | Day 4. Events. There’s an event in the calendar. Is it a big to-do? A private date night? Are they celebrating something, or is it a memorial date? What has warranted being marked on their calendar? And what are they going to do about it?

Feb. 20 | Day 5. Free Day/Combo Day. Combo space to mix and match prompts from this year (or a previous year’s list) or go wherever your canoe takes you!

Feb. 21 | Day 6. Pets/Children. How does your pairing feel about pets and/or children? Do they have any? Do they want to? Are they the cool aunts who just want to return them at the end of the day after much sugar or the house with all the cats? Is it a point of contention in their relationship?

Feb. 22 | Day 7. Arts. Music, visual arts, dance. Art can be expressed and appreciated in so many forms. How does your pairing participate in art? Do they have an artistic hobby? Do they share in that hobby, or is one more “talented’? Do they try to get the other(s) involved? (Imagining the pottery moment in Ghost.) Do they have contrasting skills and collaborate? Are they competitive? Do they involve pets/children (if any)?

Need more inspiration? Our past prompt lists can be found below, and you’re welcome to use any of them!

2024 List: https://www.tumblr.com/ffviirarepairweek/740152122290618368/ffvii-rare-pair-week-2024 (has link to all previous year lists - sorry tumblr keeps fighting me about links and saying they’re not real links)

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[sobbingscripter]

Tags: [mdni][mlw][break up sex][slight crime (stealing)][cowgirl][oral f! receiving][slight pronebone][bottom!wally][he's so beggy, omg][mommy kink]

A stolen bouquet of Whitehouse tulips, with ants scrambling across the pretty petals and soil sprinkling from the lowest bits of the stems.

That's the epitome of romance to Wally.

Or at least, that's the way it looks as you stare down at the flowers that he'd stuffed into your empty hands, and Wally's hands fiddle in front of him. He looks like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Big green eyes wide, freckled cheeks dusted with pink from the frost that bit at his cheeks. It's cold, chill nipping at the air and you swallow, your tongue poking the inside of your cheek as you try not to give into the puppy dog eyes.

For fucks sake, it's only been two days.

"What do you w—" "You." Wally interjects you before you can even finish your question, his knees colliding with the hard wood of your patio, his hands resting on his denim covered thighs and he looks up at you, eyes teary.

"Everything sucks when you're not around. I can't even—please take me back. Please, I'm literally on my knees."

Wally looks at you with big, doe-y green eyes, lashes fluttering and gingery strands rustling in the wind, ears tinged pink from the cold and he swallows. You watch his Adam's apple bob with the action, jaw clenching when he notices you're not budging.

Simply looking down at him from below your lashes, your hands grasping the stems of the tulips, pink lips pursed and you look....

Indifferent.

And it... Stings, in all honesty but Wally knows you're not that mean. You're just hard to read. Sometimes.

"Come inside." You huff, letting out an exhausted breath. "You're gonna freeze."

Wally finds himself on the sofa he's occupied more than anything, a quilt wrapped around his broad shoulders and muscular, calloused hands grasping the mug in his hands, the scent of steaming tea wafting to his nose. And he watches from over the backrest of the sofa as you snip the stems of the flowers at a slant, dropping them into that pretty vase that's always been filled with random receipts and shit, instead of flowers.

Wally makes a mental note to never let that happen again.

He needs to buy flowers. More often than not.

And he swallows.

"Are you still mad at me?" Wally asks quietly, brows knitting into a little frown as he watches you occupy the seat across from him, your arms crossed over your chest and your eyes narrowed in annoyance.

"Very." You hiss back, before slowly picking up another quilt, throwing it over your body and you glare at Wally as you tuck the edge of it underneath your chin.

And Wally's gaze lowers, watching his rippling reflection in the tea and he nods his head.

"I understand." He murmurs quietly. "I was... Immature. And childish. And I've been taking you for granted."

This is the most serious you've ever seen Wally.

Even during a literal crisis, Wally won't not show off those perfect dimples and that electric smile, his tongue always peeking out between his teeth, pointy canines on display whenever he meets your gaze.

But not right now.

Wally looks solemn. Lips tugged into a frown, brows knitted and a quivering bottom lip with big teary eyes that don't seem to focus on you.

"Let me make it up to you?" He whispers softly, hopefully, looking up at you through large lashes and before you can even answer, Wally's sliding down and resting against the surface of the couch.

His ass planted on the thick carpet and his head tipped back, resting on the surface of the seat. And you're gonna tell him to fuck off until he pleads softly.

"Please baby."

Your knees dig into the couch on either side of Wally's head, your shorts abandoned alongside your panties and your hands move to rest on the backrest of the sofa.

And warm hands move to rest on your hips, fingertips digging into the fat of your thighs before his tongue drags through your folds. And he lets out a shuddering breath.

"Missed y— dude, sit down." Wally huffs, before shifting his grasp and forcing you to sit down, his nose bumping against your clit and his tongue drags along your slit. A slow drag that makes your toes curl in your fuzzy socks and you rest your forehead against the backrest, brows twitching as his tongue slowly circles your clit.

Slowly.

Eating pussy has been the only thing that Wally does slow.

Tongue dragging through your sloppy, sensitive folds, gathering slick on the tip of his tongue before gently pushing it back into you, lashes flutter against his freckled cheeks and his hands paw at your hips with the type of reverent adoration only reserved for gods.

And biblically accurate fanart.

Wally whines, the sound sloppy and muffled as he moves his head, tongue flicking against your twitching clit and he mumbles.

"Baby, 'm so sorry. 'm sorry. 'm sorry, forgive me. Please touch me."

Lowering your hand, you give Wally what he's been dying to and you swear, the way he groans makes you think he grew a cock on his head.

Like a unicorn.

Your fingers sink into gingery strands, nails scraping against his scalp and you bite your bottom lip, soft whispery moans leaving your lips, your hips subtly rocking against Wally's face.

Calloused fingers dig into the fat of your ass, and Wally shifts beneath you, one of his hands leaving to palm himself through his jeans, lashes fluttering and a low whine echoes in the silence of your home.

Wind rustles the tree leaves, the soft trickle of rain drowns out the chatter of people passing by on the street and the occasional hum of traffic roaring to life distracts you from the fact that you went back on that promise to yourself so....

Quickly.

"You're my world." Wally murmurs. "Things were so bad without you. Everything's slow, and boring and— it was so long, baby."

Wally sucks on your clit, his tongue lapping against the bud and his soft lips wrapped around it, and you squeal, your body nearly locking up and your toes curl.

"Sh— shit. Fuck, Wally, you're gonna make me come." You breathe out, shuddering and heavy breaths leaving your lungs that seem suddenly to small to take in all the air you need.

Your hips buck and twitch, hand fisted in Wally's hair and he groans.

"Ride my face, beautiful. Ride my nose 'til it breaks."

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, a muffled whine leaving your lips and your lashes flutter as your eyes squeeze shut, thighs pressing at Wally's head but he keeps licking.

Lapping at your slit and drawing it out until you stop shaking and breathing heavy.

"Shit, you're so warm..." Wally breathes out, lashes fluttering against freckled cheeks as his arms wrap around your waist, his T-shirt straining against his bulging biceps and his face nuzzles against the valley between your breasts.

Before looking up at you, and Wally leans back against the backrest, shifting his hips the tiniest bit and his hands move to rest on your hips, fingers digging into the fat.

And with the first roll of your hips, sloppy pussy lips swallowing his cock greedily, your ass flush against the peeled fabric of his jeans and his precum oozing tip nudging against your cervix, Wally's far gone.

Eyes glazing over, plump lips pressing kisses along your chest and your neck, enjoying the low cut of the sweater you're wearing and he whines, muffling his sounds into the cozy fabric.

"Fuck— 'm sorry, I'll be better." He mumbles, his words enunciated by breathy moans and the wet slap of skin against skin, your nails digging into the muscles of his shoulders.

You're tight. Warm. Wet.

Everything that makes Wally's brain the equivalent of Pablo Picasso's unintelligible paintings, and the colours of his thoughts become muddy when you grind against him, the warmth of you enveloping his aching cock.

"I'll—... I'll be better. I'll be more mature— I— just keep riding me. Please, mommy."

Wally's pleas and whimpers aren't nearly as sweet as hearing him call you 'mommy', and an orgasmic chill travels down your arching spine and you moan.

Your walls flutter nervously, pussy slobbering enough to form a creamy ring at his base, precum and your wetness mixing into a debauched emulsion and making the pretty pearly colour that he can barely tear his eyes away from.

And Wally blunt nails dig into your ass, his head tipping back against the sofa, his hips lifting ever so slightly to meet your slow thrusts.

And you swear you can hear his heartbeat turn into a hummingbird's when one of your hands move to find purchase on the side of his face, thumb brushing along his cheekbone and his expression softens.

The furrow of his brows relax, the tension leaves his shoulders and he leans into your touch, head tipping to meet yours as you lean in for a kiss.

You can taste yourself on his tongue, mixed with his saliva that for some reason, always tastes like those sour candies that you've had to pry from his hands on more than one occasion.

And Wally's hands grip your hips tighter, before he begins to control your pace.

Slamming you onto his cock with a brutal force, tip smearing precum all over the plug of your cervix, reaching deeper than you thought anything could.

"Keep this pace, please."

Wally begs quietly and you comply, because after all, how could you refuse a walking talking vibrator?

And your breath hitches when his thumb finds purchase on your clit, and he moves it until it's a blurry digit, vibrations making your toes curl and your speech slur.

Your eyes roll back in your head as you abruptly come to face with your orgasm.

Only this time, you're squirting around his cock, oversensitive and overstimulated and you're not even moving yourself anymore.

With one sock covered foot moving to rest on the edge of your coffee table (thank God it's bolted down), Wally's hips move and you swear, his ass doesn't touch the couch cushion with the way he's pistoning into you.

Pummeling your poor pussy into oblivion while teasing your clit with skilled fingers and he presses his lips against your pulse when you fall against his chest, hands fisting the fabric of his shirt.

"I've got the ring in holding." Wally whispers, his words barely reaching your ears with the way your blood is rushing, and you whine, nodding your head lazily as you try to find the ability to be shocked and enamoured by what Wally's saying.

"They just need to check if the size is right."

He adds, his voice so soft and gentle despite the fact that you're squirming like a bitch in heat and in the literal blink of an eye, Wally's got you on your stomach, stripped and bare aside from your socks.

"I took you for granted...." He murmurs.

A pillow wedged beneath your hips, and you feel the way his hot breath brushes against your back, one foot up on the couch, moving to rest beside your waist while his hands find your hips. His other leg is kneeling, on the other side of you, and Wally slides into your sopping cunt with ease.

Your back arches like a cat's and you're sure you might actually die when one hand moves to rest at the curve of your spine and his other hand has two fingers wedged against the soft tissue of your cheek.

"Let me show you how sorry I am."

[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

wait for me (to come home) | pedri gonzalez

✈️ synopsis: A long day melts away when Pedri’s call lights up your phone. tags: long-distance relationship, yearning, phone sex, light smut. (written in 2nd person but no mention of yn) (around 2k words)

The phone buzzes in your pocket just as you’re crossing the last busy intersection. You search with your bag, keys jingling inside, and finally swipe to answer. “Hey,” you say, your voice slightly breathless.

“Hey, bebé,” Pedri’s voice comes through.

The weight of the day is heavy on your shoulders – all the meetings, the crowded trains, and that faint ache in your cheeks from forcing smiles for too long. But his voice smooths it all out, like a sip of a warm cup of tea.

“How was your day?” you ask, stepping aside to avoid a couple walking hand in hand, their laughter breaking the silence around you.

“Long,” he admits, and you can picture him stretching as he speaks, his voice tilting back like his head. “But better now.”

He starts talking – about training and a bet Gavi lost that morning – and the background noise of his apartment filters through: the low sound of a TV, the clink of a cup on a table. His words fill the spaces around you, making the walk home feel less lonely.

By the time you’re climbing the stairs to your apartment, it feels like he’s climbed them with you. “Hold on,” you say, balancing the phone between your shoulder and cheek as you fumble for your keys.

The door swings open, and the familiar scent of clean laundry and your favorite candle greets you. You kick off your shoes, letting them land where they always do, and toss your bag onto the chair by the door.

“You still there?” you ask, suddenly realizing you’d left him hanging for a moment.

“Of course,” he says.

You set the phone on the counter, switching to Facetime as you shrug off your coat. “Okay, I’m home,” you announce, more for yourself than for him.

The screen brightens, and there he is – lounging on his couch, hoodie slightly rumpled, hair a little messy. “Hi,” he says, his face lighting up at the sight of you.

You laugh, opening the fridge. “So, what are you eating tonight?”

“I already ate,” he says, shifting around on the couch. “Now I get to sit here and judge your dinner choices.”

“Oh, great. Exactly what I need after today,” you say, scanning the shelves. “Hmm... leftovers, or... leftovers, or… leftovers?”

“Sounds tasty,” he says, giggling.

You lean against the fridge door, considering your options – or lack thereof. “I wanted something fresh, but I’m too tired for anything complicated.”

“Then don’t make it complicated,” he says simply.

You take a few ingredients out, set them on the counter, and start making your favorite quick comfort meal, all while Pedri watches through the screen. His gaze is somehow grounding, like he’s there in the kitchen with you. He teases you, making exaggerated reactions to your cooking process. You feel the heaviness of the day slipping away with every small laugh you share.

When your meal is done, you set the plate down on the table and settle into your chair. “Now what? Are you just going to watch me eat?”

“I miss watching you eat,” he says dramatically, then his tone softens. “I miss you.”

“Please don’t make me cry while I’m eating,” you say, half-laughing, half-serious.

“Just another week,” he says, putting on a big smile, like he’s reminding himself, too. You’ll be visiting him soon.

It’s insane, this whole situation. Long-distance was never something you thought you’d willingly sign up for. But it’s Pedri, and now it’s too late to turn back. You can’t imagine yourself with anyone else. Especially after a hard day at work, when all you want is the sound of his voice, the one voice that doesn’t make you feel more tired or annoyed with life.

“Just another week,” you repeat softly, taking another bite.

part 2

When you’re in bed, the phone gets propped up against a pillow, and you two start having those conversations, the kind you only have when it’s late, and the world outside your window is quiet. He talks about his plans for tomorrow, what training will look like, and you tell him about your week ahead, slipping your feet under the covers as you settle deeper into the pillows.

“I hate that I can’t just be there,” he says at some point.

You reach out instinctively, brushing your fingers over the screen, as if you could touch him. “Me too,” you admit, the lump in your throat betraying how much you mean it.

There’s a pause, filled only by the sound of your breathing and his. He shifts, lying down fully now, and you do the same, your phone resting beside you on the pillow so it feels like he’s right there with you.

“What if I was there?” Pedri asks you.

You close your eyes, letting the question sink in. “What if you were?”

“I’d hold you,” he says, in a whisper.

You smile faintly, eyes still closed. “And?”

He hums, the sound low. “Then I’d kiss you. Slowly. Just here.” He taps his thumb on the screen, where your cheek would be, and your breath catches.

“Would you?” you ask, your voice shaky.

“Everywhere,” he says softly, and there’s something in the way he says it that makes you press your face into the pillow, hiding a smile you know he can’t see.

When you peek back at the screen, his cheeks are pink, his eyes slightly averted like he’s trying to play it cool. But you know him too well. The blush climbs up your own neck and spreads across your face, your body temperature rising in that way only he can make happen.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you mumble, voice muffled against the pillow.

“Like what?” he says, though the tilt of his lips suggests he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Like you’re trying to see me naked!” you blurt out, your voice muffled by the pillow as heat rushes to your cheeks.

His laugh is soft, low. “Maybe I am,” he says.

You peek up at the screen, and he’s looking right at you. It sends a ripple through you, the kind that starts somewhere untraceable and spreads outward, leaving you warm all over. “Pedri…” you whisper, somewhere between a scold and a plea, though even you don’t know what you’re asking for.

“What?” he murmurs, “You’re the one who said it.”

“And now you’re just… staring,” you say, the words a little breathless as you shift under his stare.

“Can you blame me?” he asks, his tone tells you he’s getting more agitated. “You’re beautiful.”

The way he says it makes your chest tighten. You’ve heard it before, but it never feels rehearsed with him. It always lands differently, like he means it more every time.

You tuck your face into your arm, smiling despite yourself. “Stop. You’re making me blush.”

“I like it when you blush,” he says, the words soft, intimate. You look back at the screen, and there’s pink dusting his own cheeks.

“Look who’s talking,” you tease, though your voice comes out quieter now, your heartbeat a steady drum in your ears.

His lips part slightly, like he wants to say something but thinks better of it. Instead, he leans closer to the screen, the angle of his phone shifting just enough to catch the way his fingers brush over the collar of his hoodie, almost absentmindedly.

“What are you thinking about?” you ask.

He looks at you like you’ve caught him, but there’s no hiding it now. “You,” he says, so simply that it steals the breath right out of you.

There’s a pause, the kind that’s heavy but not uncomfortable. You shift under your blanket, the softness of it brushing your skin like a reminder that you’re here, in your bed, while he’s far away in his.

“Tell me,” you murmur, barely realizing you’ve said it aloud.

His voice lowers, and though the words are simple, the way he says them feels like a caress. He describes how he misses you, not just in passing but in detail – the way your hands feel in his, the way you laugh at his jokes even when they’re bad, the way you curl into his side when you’re tired. Each word feels like a touch.

You don’t even realize you’re holding your breath until he pauses. “Your turn,” he says, a smile tugging at his lips, though there’s a vulnerability in his eyes now.

So you tell him. Slowly, quietly, you let the words spill out, describing all the ways you miss him, need him, wish he were there. The conversation becomes a rhythm, like a tide pulling you closer to him with every wave.

The screen glows softly, illuminating his face in the low light of his room. You’re caught in the warmth of his eyes, the way he watches you like you’re the only thing in his world. His cheeks are a deep pink now, a color that spreads all the way to the tips of his ears.

Then, he closes his eyes. His lashes rest softly against his skin, and his jaw shifts like he’s trying to find the words. “Can I…?” He pauses, his voice catching before he finishes, “Can I touch myself? Please?”

Your breath catches, and all you can do is watch him – his chest rising and falling, his hands fidgeting in his lap. Finally, you nod, your voice steady but soft. “Of course, papi.”

The way his body reacts is instant – his shoulders relax, his lips part slightly, and he exhales like you’ve given him permission to breathe. Your own skin prickles with warmth, a slow wave that travels through you as you shift under your blanket, suddenly hyper-aware of everything.

He doesn’t say anything at first, but the way his arms move tells you enough. The sound of his breathing, slightly heavier now, fills the space between your words.

“Tell me how you feel,” you murmur, as your pulse races.

He opens his eyes then, looking at you like he’s trying to pull you closer through the screen. “I feel…” he begins, his voice rough around the edges but full of something achingly soft. “Like I need you. Like I can’t wait another week.”

His words sink into you, settling somewhere deep. “I’m here,” you remind him, your own voice quiet but certain.

He looks at you with intensity. “Then show me,” he says, his lips parted slightly, tongue brushing over them like he’s waiting –  hungry, almost – for you to join him.

Your fingers hover at the hem of your shirt, heart racing. Slowly, you pull it over your head, the fabric sliding away to reveal bare skin. 

On his side of the screen, Pedri tugs at the neckline of his hoodie, pulling it off in one smooth motion. You both linger there for a moment, taking each other in.

He shifts, his eyes heavy-lidded as he studies you. “Does it feel good?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly. “Your fingers? Is it as good as me?”

You feel your cheeks burn, but you manage a soft, breathless response. “It’s good, papi... but you’re better.”

The corners of his mouth lift slightly, but the intensity in his gaze doesn’t waver. The connection between you is visceral, a pull that defies the distance. You can hear the rhythmic sounds through the phone – his breaths, your own movements – all blending together.

You lose yourself in the rhythm, in the quiet moans and whispered encouragements. It’s like a duet, your bodies and voices singing together despite the space between.

“Let’s cum together, okay, bebé?” Pedri murmurs, his voice shaking slightly, his head tipping back against the pillow as his eyes flutter closed.

You nod, even though he can’t see it, your voice catching as you whisper, “Okay.”

The screen glows softly, casting delicate shadows on his face and yours. His breathing grows heavier, mixing with yours, and though words fall away, the rhythm you share speaks louder than anything else.

And when the moment arrives, his name falls from your lips like a prayer, echoed by yours on his.

“I love you,” he murmurs, his voice barely more than a breath.

“I love you too,” you say, sinking into your pillow.

[uceyliyahh]

NOVACANE

Summary: After dealing with a traumatic event in Desiree's past life she decided to keep her heart closed off and didn't have any desire to love again until she met him.

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE, PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

word count: 4392

Jey Uso x Desiree

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

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"I will love you forever mama,"

"You have to trust me I'm not going anywhere,"

"I don't want her only you okay? Only you,"

"I'm not going to leave you baby,"

DESIREE Jey's weekend visit came to an end all too quickly as he had to catch a flight back for Monday Night Raw. I felt a wave of sadness wash over me; I wished he could have stayed just a bit longer. Time flew by, and I couldn't shake the feeling of wanting more moments together. However, I didn't want to come off as clingy, so I decided to keep my feelings to myself and let him go.

I truly cherished our weekend together. Jey treated me like a princess, showering me with affection and attention, much like a little girl receiving her very first doll. I felt the urge to argue that he didn’t have to pamper me so, but he was determined to do it anyway, believing wholeheartedly that I deserve nothing less than the best.

Jey mentioned that he would message me as he approaches his hotel room, and I sincerely hope that no one else will be there by that time. In the meantime, I enjoyed a day off from work today, using my iPad to craft fresh designs for my clients. My boss was really impressed with my tattoo concepts and has asked me to showcase them.

I was thrilled because I have a genuine passion for drawing, especially on people. I eagerly anticipated my first day at the new job, as the strip club had become overwhelming for me ever since Jayden showed up and put me in a chokehold.

I received intimidating messages from him, and to make matters worse, the girls at my workplace were starting to learn about Jey. It really upset me, but I felt reluctant to discuss it.

 As I was using my iPad, a message from Bianca popped up, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia for my best friend. I really miss her at this moment.

IMESSAGE 💬 Binky💗: Heyyy Desiii Desi🫶🏽: Heyyy girly I miss you Binky💗: I miss you too, how are things going right now? Desi🫶🏽: it's going fine Binky💗: how are you and Jey? Desi🫶🏽: girl, please don't start Binky💗: Desiree don't act like I didn't see you all posted up with him on your close friends 😭 Desi🫶🏽: ugh fine 🙄 we are doing good but he left for Monday Night Raw im worried B Binky💗: why? Desi🫶🏽: because anything could happen while we are away from each other Binky💗: oh? You're attached to him aren't you? Desi🫶🏽: no? I'm not Binky💗: Desi? I know you Desi🫶🏽: I'm not attached to him Bianca Binky💗: you're beautiful your denying it just admit that you're in love with him Desi🫶🏽: I'm not!🥲🥲 Binky💗: so this wasn't yall on your close friends? Binky💗:

Desi🫶🏽: I hate you so much yk? But yes I love the man he's so caring and genuine Binky💗: then what's the issue? Desi🫶🏽: we are away from each other and idk what he'll do while we are away ik how busy yall get Binky💗: see what did I say? Jey loves you so much Desi🫶🏽: I doubt that honestly who knows who he's talkin too rn B Binky💗: Desi you gotta stop being In your head about this he loves you Desi🫶🏽: idkkk honestly Binky💗: you need some dick atp girl Desi🫶🏽: 🙄🙄 dick won't help at all Bianca Binky💗: it will Desiree look don't get inside your head that much that will drain you okay? I gotta go I'll check up on you later Desi🫶🏽: kk

 Reflecting on my conversation with Bianca, I realize she might have a point. Perhaps I shouldn't overthink this situation. This man has consistently shown me that his intentions are genuine and that I am his sole focus. Yet, my past experiences with Jayden have made it difficult for me to fully accept that reality.

Sometimes my heart whispers that I love him, but my mind counters with doubts, insisting he doesn't feel the same. This overthinking is exhausting, so I immerse myself in creating designs on my iPad, trying to distract myself from the turmoil within.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

JEY I was in a hotel room with my twin brother and Trinity when I came across a story posted by Desiree on my social media feed. To my surprise, it appeared she was creating something on her iPad. I was truly amazed; I had no idea she had such impressive design skills!

I truly felt her absence after our wonderful weekend together; it flew by in the blink of an eye. Returning to work was tough, and I can't help but wish she could join me on all my adventures. However, I completely understand that she needs to focus on her job to earn her keep, and I respect that immensely.

I received numerous messages from Ke'liyah on Instagram asking when I would return to Tennessee to visit her, but I chose to ignore them, focusing solely on Desiree. As I was scrolling through my social media, I suddenly heard Jon calling my name, which made me stop and pay attention.

"What's up Uce?" I asked placing my phone down on my chest.

"When are we going to meet Desiree? Trin told me she already met her the other day when Desiree came to visit," he said

I chuckle at him, "y'all will see her soon with all of this traveling and her working its goin to be a minute," Jonathan nodded his head.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, and as I glanced at the screen, I noticed it was another message from Ke'Liyah. A deep sigh escaped me, drawing Trinity's gaze.

"You good Jey?"

"Yeah, I'm good it's just this girl I met before Desiree at the strip club is blowing my phone up," I replied.

"What she saying?"

I shared the messages from Ke'Liyah with her, and I could see her expression change as she read them. "That girl is really acting out; it honestly looks like she's jealous of Desiree," she remarked, and I nodded in agreement.

IG MESSAGES 💬 ke'liyah: Jeyyy I miss you uceyjucey: I don't? I have a girlfriend ke'liyah: Desiree? she's not even all of that why would deal with someone like her? uceyjucey: because I can? stop blowing up my phone why don't you start talking to my cousin he single 😒 ke'liyah: but I want you Jey uceyjucey: well I don't again I have a girl at home waiting for me to come home so you can stop messing with me respectfully ke'liyah: mmcht the dick wasn't even that good anyways little dick nigga uceyjucey: 😭😭

This girl really had the audacity to say something like that about me, but honestly, I wasn't bothered—I never liked her much anyway. I had promised Desiree that I would text her as soon as I got to the hotel room, and that's exactly what I did.

IMESSAGE 💬 Joshua💵: mamas? I made it Desiree🦋: hey that's good Joshua💵: you okay? Desiree🦋: yeah, I'm fine just watching a movie on Netflix hbu? Joshua💵: I'm just chilling right now you should watch Monday night Raw tonight Desiree🦋: just to see you? Joshua💵: exactly mama Desiree🦋: you're funny but I'll make sure to watch it tonight Joshua💵: aight, I miss yo' little cute ass already Desiree🦋: I miss you too big papa Joshua💵: big papa? 🫣 that's new baby Desiree🦋: please 😭 Joshua💵: send me a picture of yo' cute ass need something in my gallery Desiree🦋: we literally took pictures together all weekend Joshua Joshua💵: so? Send me some pictures Desiree🦋: aight hollon boy 🙄 Joshua💵: it's daddy baby doll Desiree🦋: yeah yeah whatever Desiree🦋:

Joshua💵: damn mama you making me want to come right the fuck back home looking like that 😩 Desiree🦋: boy please stop it Joshua💵: I'm fr baby them cheeks hanging out for me 🙂‍↕️ Desiree🦋: then come home Joshua💵: being bold I see? I wish I could mama but I have to be at work you'll see me again love Desiree🦋: ughhh fine 😖 Joshua💵: don't be whining or imma give you something to whine about when I come back home Desiree🦋: what the fuck ever nigga, tell Trin I said Hey Joshua💵: aight then mama I'll check up on you later I love you Desiree🦋: I-I love you too... Joshua💵: don't hesitate to say it mama you know I love you

She is aware of her feelings for me, yet her thoughts are clouding her judgment, making it hard for her to accept that my love for her is genuine. Desiree understands the situation, but I couldn't help but notice Jonathan's constant presence on my phone, which caught me off guard.

"Damn! Fool can't be sneaking up on folks like that," I said while pushing him while he chuckled at me.

"My fault Uce, my fault," Jonathan said.

"Need to get a damn private screen on my phone, yo' ass like to be nosy Trin come get yo' husband," Trinity grabbed Jon by the hair dragging him towards the other bed causing him to whine like a baby.

I chuckled at them two while continuing to scroll through my social media after texting Desiree.

OMNISCIENT Desiree was at work, gracefully dancing on the pole, her focus consumed by the rhythm and the cash being tossed her way. While the money brought her a sense of satisfaction, her thoughts drifted anxiously, wishing to avoid the sight of Jayden and his friends arriving that night. Without Jey by her side, she felt vulnerable and unprotected.

As she gracefully spun around the pole, she effortlessly transitioned into a split, showcasing her remarkable talent. The men watched in awe, clearly impressed by her skills. In admiration, they began to place money into her attire while she playfully blew kisses in their direction.

Desiree did manage to form a few friendships in this environment, yet she consistently maintained a certain distance. She was determined to avoid any potential drama with the other girls, who seemed primarily focused on their own interests, seeking both financial gain and the spotlight from the men around them.

She suddenly noticed a crowd entering, and to her astonishment, it was Jayden. Overwhelmed with uncertainty, she felt his gaze lock onto her as he made his way through the throng, pushing the men aside to reach her directly.

He stepped onto the stage and seized her by the throat, leaving her shocked and taken aback by his sudden aggression.

"Where's that nigga at Desiree?" Jayden questioned her.

"H-he's not here...let me go..." she said holding onto his wrist.

Jayden scoffed while rolling his eyes at her, "that's bullshit Desiree and you know it where is he?!" He shouted.

Desiree felt a surge of fear for her life, haunted by vivid memories from three years prior.

MINI FLASHBACK (domestic violence) Desiree and Jayden found themselves in a heated argument in the car, sparked by a betrayal that Jayden had committed without her knowledge. In a moment of anger, he struck her in the face, warning her that he would flip the car if she didn’t stop talking. Terrified for her life, she fell silent, realizing the danger of being with someone capable of such violence.

"I told yo' delusional ass that me and her didn't fuck around Desiree!" Jayden shouted.

"You're so fucking stupid,"

Desiree remained quiet, her thoughts swirling as she gazed out the window at the setting sun. She longed for an end to the tension that hung between them, hoping that soon, this chapter of their lives would close.

He was infuriated when she remained silent, seizing her chin with a firm grip and locking his gaze onto hers without hesitation. "bitch you better speak or imma fuck yo' ass up when we get home," his threats were scaring her to the bone having tears forming up in her eyes.

"I don't have nothing to say Jayden..." Desiree said.

"Oh? So now you don't have anything to say but a few hours go your ass was yapping up a fucking storm about me messing with ol' girl,"

She remained silent because the truth of her earlier words was undeniable. She had gone through his phone and discovered numerous messages exchanged with various women, yet now she was sitting there, trying to deny everything.

Desiree turned her face from his grasp, her gaze drifting back to the window as a tear rolled down her cheek, overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness.

 "There are moments when I just can't take it anymore, Desiree. Your constant overthinking and assumptions drive me to this point. It's not my fault that I'm currently unfaithful; I've found myself with multiple women, and it's all because of how overwhelming you can be."

Tears streamed down her face as she listened to him confess his infidelity. She knew she needed to walk away, but the thought of leaving him felt impossible; she simply lacked the strength to do so.

The entire car journey was filled with silence; neither of them uttered a word after he admitted to his infidelity. His confession shattered Desiree's heart, yet she allowed her thoughts to overwhelm her.

'See you're not enough for him or nobody,'

'You will never find someone different due to how you think,'

'You will never be enough,'

"No nigga will be able to deal with you, they'll just cheat on you like I did," Jayden said while chuckling.

FLASHBACK OVER

"I literally just told y-you...he's not here!" she managed to gasp out.

Jayden was on the verge of hitting her when suddenly someone yanked him away, leaving Desiree gasping for breath as she sank to her knees. She watched in disbelief as the security guard escorted him and his friends out of the building once more.

"THIS AINT OVER WITH DESIREE! IMMA KILL HIM!" he shouted while the security guards were escorting him out the building.

Desiree had never experienced embarrassment until that moment. As she sprinted toward the locker room, seeking refuge from the world outside, her body trembled uncontrollably, and her breath came in ragged gasps. Memories of the turmoil Jayden had caused her over their three years together flooded her mind, intensifying her feelings of distress.

Desiree reached a breaking point after enduring countless threats of violence—beatings, shootings, stabbings—each one weighing heavily on her mind. The fear and anxiety became unbearable, compelling her to seek a restraining order against him. With Jey often away for work, she felt isolated and without support, leaving her to confront this terrifying situation on her own. It was time to take a stand and reclaim her safety.

Amidst her tears, she resolved to pull herself together and focus on her work, driven by the desire to cap off the evening by watching her man wrestle tonight.

Desiree freshened up her face, carefully fixing her makeup that had smudged, and confidently returned to the pole, acting as if nothing had occurred.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Desiree arrived home just in time to catch Jey on Monday Night Raw. She kicked off her shoes and tossed her bag onto the couch as she made her way to the kitchen to prepare a quick meal.

She whipped up a quick mini Chicken Caesar Salad and grabbed a bottle of water as she made her way to the living room to catch Monday Night Raw. Settling into the couch, she tuned in to Michael Cole and Pat discussing the latest happenings on the show.

Recently, there was a recap of the latest events on Raw, highlighting the intriguing love story unfolding between Jey and Liv, which also involves Dom. This unexpected twist took Desiree by surprise for a moment.

Following the recap, Liv and Jey engaged in a conversation backstage about Dom. Desiree observed Jey's familiar gestures as he interacted with Liv, his hands exploring her in a way that mirrored their own moments together. This sight ignited a whirlwind of thoughts in her mind, leaving her feeling both intrigued and unsettled.

'You see that Desiree?'

'Remember what Jayden told you in the past,'

'And look it's happening,'

Desiree found herself trapped in her thoughts, a place she wished to avoid. The idea of her man being with another woman filled her with a deep sense of trauma. She couldn't tell if it was just a plot twist or something more personal, but the discomfort was overwhelming. It reached a point where she simply didn't want to continue watching.

She dismissed it as usual, her attention fixed on the unfolding match. As the game progressed, her thoughts began to drift in every direction.

Overthinking

Overthinking

Constantly Overthinking

She couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy after witnessing his chemistry with Liv Morgan. The way he gazed at her, his lips glistening as he licked them while she spoke, made her question her own worth. Liv's beauty seemed to overshadow her, leaving her lost in a spiral of self-doubt.

MINI FLASHBACK 2 (domestic violence)

"Am I not enough for you Jayden? I have given you everything," Desiree said while folding her arms over her chest.

Jayden shrugged his shoulders at her before speaking, "I don't know Desiree, you tell me honestly," he said while smoking a blunt.

 His casual attitude towards everything was completely unsettling for her. She realized that discussing it with him would be pointless. Frustrated, Desiree raised her hands in exasperation and made her way upstairs to their bedroom to pack some clothes.

Desiree reached her breaking point after three years of feeling undervalued in their relationship. It was exhausting to watch him act as if she were insignificant, all while he was sneaking around, taking advantage of her tendency to overthink. She deserved so much more than this lack of respect and consideration.

Three years wasted down the fucking drain.

She packed a few essentials and made the decision to call an Uber to a hotel located far from his place, eager to escape his presence for good. As she descended the stairs with her bag slung over her shoulder, she caught his eye while slipping on her shoes, signaling her determination to leave.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Jayden questioned her.

"I need a break from all of this Jayden,  to think things over," she said while waiting on her Uber driver to come.

He rose from his chair with a heavy stomp, making his way toward her. In a swift motion, he yanked her hair, causing her to yelp in surprise. As Desiree met his gaze, she could see the intense fire burning in his eyes, drawing her closer to his face.

"If you thinking about leaving me I'll kill yo' ass you hear me?" His threats were sending shivers down her spine while she nodded her head.

"I'll let you have yo' alone time but you better be back," Jayden pulls away making Desiree stumble a bit while she rubbed her hair while looking at him with fear in her eyes.

'I need to fucking leave before he tries to kill me, why god did I have to go through this?' Thats all she could think about at the moment seeing her Uber driver pulling up to the place.

She cast one final glance at him before stepping out, only to find him engrossed in his phone, smiling at something that had never brought a smile to his face for her. With a heavy sigh, she walked out and firmly closed the door behind her.

Desiree stepped into the Uber, exchanging a friendly greeting with the driver. Her gaze then locked onto Jayden, who stood by the window in their house, observing her intently as if she were a captivating target.

'She fucking hated his guts,'

FLASHBACK OVER

Desiree jolted back to reality, realizing she had been lost in her thoughts for too long. She quickly checked her social media to catch up on the latest happenings. Her heart raced when she spotted a story from Liv Morgan, showcasing a picture of her getting cozy with Jey. The sight sent a rush of emotions through her.

She attempted to convince herself that it might all be a performance, merely a part of the spectacle, yet deep down, she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that relocating to Atlanta with him was a mistake.

Desiree made the choice to switch off the TV, no longer interested in watching Monday Night Raw. As she tossed her food in the trash, she headed upstairs to her room.

She collapsed onto the bed, tears welling up in her eyes. How could she have been so naive to believe that someone like Jey could ever love someone like her? This thought consumed her as she cried, her breath growing increasingly shallow.

She was mentally fucked up

Hurt

Damaged

She could sense that Jey was growing weary of her constant overthinking and assumptions, just as Jayden had before. It felt like a painful cycle repeating itself. Perhaps she wasn't the right match for Jey after all—feeling shattered and mentally exhausted.

Desiree chose to take a brief shower, hoping that the refreshing water would wash away her worries and bring her some much-needed tranquility.

Desiree enjoyed a refreshing, lengthy shower and chose to activate the do not disturb mode on her phone. She wanted to immerse herself in her own world without interruptions. With her wireless headphones in hand, she placed them comfortably on her head and started playing her favorite music.

As she scrolled through her playlist, she hit play on Drake's "Find Your Love." The heartfelt lyrics filled the room, and as she absorbed the music, she glanced at her notifications. To her surprise, Jey had sent her a message, likely puzzled by her Do Not Disturb status.

Joshua💵 sent a message

IMESSAGE 💬 Joshua💵: mamas? you good? why is your phone on DND?

Desiree was uncertain about discussing the issue with him, fearing it might upset him. To avoid confrontation, she chose to fabricate a story, hoping he wouldn't catch on to her deception.

Desiree🦋: I'm okay Joshua just had a long day today that's all Joshua💵: you sure? Desiree🦋: positive Joshua💵: un-un I'm not buying it what's wrong? Desiree🦋: Joshua.... Joshua💵: nah I'm not listening to that whining what's wrong Desiree? Desiree🦋: you'll just leave me and get tired eventually...😔 Joshua💵: huh? where is this all coming from? Desiree🦋: I seen you with her Joshua💵: Liv? Baby that's just for the show it's not real Desiree🦋: then what about what she had posted on her social media? Joshua💵: I didn't know that she was going to post that I promise you it's not real mama Desiree🦋: your positive u didn't know? Joshua💵: yes mama why would I lie? Desiree🦋: men lie all the time Josh Joshua💵: like I told you I'm not him or any other man who does stupid shit like that Joshua💵: I want you to believe me baby Desiree🦋: I'm sorry a lot has been happening today...had a horrible day at work tonight and then I saw the interaction between you and her and the way you was looking at her licking your lips staring into her eyes made me feel like you wanted her instead of me...😔 Joshua💵: I don't want her baby girl, I want you and only you you have been on my mind all day today Desiree🦋: really? Joshua💵: yes, what happened at work? Desiree🦋: Jayden came back looking for you and he was being aggressive with me Joshua💵: that bitch ass boy? bet its on sight when I come back home but mama you have to trust me okay? I told you I'm serious about you and us Desiree🦋: and I told you in the beginning that you'll get tired of me with me being in my head a lot Joshua💵: and I told you that I didn't care about none of that Desiree imma love tf outta you the way you needed to be

The message he sent resonated deeply; he was genuinely serious about everything. Why did she constantly overthink when a man like him was openly expressing his love for her?

Joshua💵: I'm yours Desiree nobody isn't goin to take me away from you Desiree🦋: okay I'm sorry... Joshua💵: it's okay mamas you don't need to apologize you know I love you Desiree🦋: I do too...really do... Joshua💵: yeah? You'll see me when I come back home baby doll aight? Desiree🦋: aight Joshua💵: imma let you get some rest baby I'll text you in the morning Desiree🦋: kk Joshua💵: I love you Desiree🦋: I love you too

Desiree, after an insightful discussion with Jey, realized it was time to retire for the night. She couldn't help but wish that Jey were there beside her, wrapped in a warm embrace, providing her with the comfort and security she craved.

She quickly entered his bedroom, which appeared far cozier than her own. As she stepped into his spacious closet, she grabbed one of his hoodies and slipped it on. Then, she settled into his bed, feeling completely at ease.

She started sharing posts exclusively with her close friends on Instagram because she had a small circle and wanted to keep her personal life private from prying eyes.

uceyjucey replied to your story: I miss you too baby I'll see if I can make time to come home to see you my people wanna meet you

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: GIRL YALL LOOK SO CUTE TOGETHER OVER HERE SAYING U DONT LOVE THAT MAN WHEN YOU DO 😭😭

y2kjayden replied to your story: Your man? I don't know how he could deal with a person like you so insecure and in your head a lot

MontezFordWWE replied to your story: Don't worry sis you'll see him fasho

ke'liyah replied to your story: you mean my man?

Desiree chose to overlook the remarks from Jayden and Ke'Liyah about her story, instead focusing on Jey's response. She held onto the hope that he would find the time to visit her once more. 

She set her phone on the charger atop the dresser beside her, then nestled under the blankets. The familiar scent of him lingered in the hoodie she wore and the sheets enveloping her, providing a deep sense of comfort.

As her eyelids grew heavy, she felt herself slipping into slumber, yearning for the moment when she would finally see him again.

NOVACANE

A/n: I was expecting you all to like this story honestly I was kinda of nervous fr but honestly I think Desiree really does love Jey fr and he wants to give her the world despite all the bullshit she has been through.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

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Arranged: Chapter Seventeen

*gif not mine. credit to owner*

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, 18+ smut(ch 12 & ch 17), angst, fluff, mentions of death and violence. I will update the warnings with each chapter.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: There is smut in this chapter! Unprotected p in v, spanking, oral with female receiving, slight use of a knife but nothing major, slight choking.

Tags: @sakuracyberhex

With the towel wrapped tightly around me, I shook off the excess water from my hair and padded barefoot into the bedroom, ready to get dressed and find out if Bucky or Steve had found out any new information. The shower I intended to have ended up being me soaking in the large tub as I allowed the hot water to ease my stressed muscles. 

As much as I would have liked to rush things along in hopes of finding my parents' killer, I knew that it would be useless if I wasn’t one hundred percent mentally prepared. 

I came to a sudden halt when I saw the person lounging on the chair, legs spread wide. 

“Fuck, Bucky. You scared the shit out of me,” I gasped while clutching the towel closer to my chest. 

His chest rose and fell with each deep breath as his lips were parted, something heavy on his mind. He had cleaned all the blood from his hands and was dressed in a clean suit. I didn’t bother to ask where he had cleaned himself up, knowing he didn’t join me.

“Everything alright?” I asked. 

Bucky hummed in response. 

“Oh-kay,” I replied. 

Before I could enter our closet, his deep voice saying my name halted my movements. 

“Do you need something?” 

He nodded with his hand extended towards me and I took it, our fingers linked together. A quick tug and I was now straddling his lap, the bottom of my towel raising to just below the round of my ass. 

Bucky’s hands rested on my hips while his lips brushed against the crook of my neck. 

“You smell so fucking delicous, doll,” he groaned. “I’m such a sucker for jasmine.”

The growing bulge in his pants that pressed against my bare mound told me exactly what he needed. 

“Bucky,” I breathed. 

He was leaving small love bites all along my neck and I rutted myself against him. Bucky hissed while tightening his hold on my hips. My fingers ran through his hair and forced his lips up towards me, crashing them with my own. 

It was a quick one, Bucky pulling away before attacking my neck once again.

“I need you, doll.” 

I let out a breathy moan when his vibranium hand began to slide up underneath my towel. The coldness of his finger brushed over my already slick entrance and I rolled myself over it, hoping he understood my silent plea. 

He answered with the finger sliding deep between my folds and I moaned at the sensation. It had only been the second time we’ve been this intimate but I don’t think I’d ever get used to the feeling.  

Bucky’s finger slowly pumped in and out, almost in tangent with my hips as I continued to roll on top of him. Our breaths came out in a mess of curses, my orgasm started to build, and Bucky understood. 

So he slipped his finger out, the sudden emptiness brought a frown to my lips. Bucky kissed the corners of them. 

“You think I would let you cum that quick and easy? After how you acted tonight?” 

I shook on top of him, body covered with goosebumps. 

“Bucky, please,” I begged while grabbing his hand in hopes to guide it back to my now swollen clit. 

He quickly had my hands between my back, held by his flesh one. The warm breath from his mouth was felt on my cheek as he nibbled on my ear and with his free hand, the towel that was around me had been thrown across the room. 

I was bare in front of Bucky’s hungry gaze and he flicked my hard nipple. I bit my lip at the sensation. 

“What do you want?” He questioned. 

I whined, not wanting to have to beg for it. 

“You had no problem running your mouth earlier, doll. What happened?” Bucky teased. 

With one hand still holding mine behind me, he started to pinch and pull my nipples giving both of them equal time. My hips dug deeper into his, hoping the friction from his pants would be enough to chase my orgasm. 

I couldn’t register what happened until my body was thrown onto our bed. Bucky stood at the end, his dark eyes grazing every inch of my body. His tongue rolled over his bottom lip in anticipation. 

“Spread them,” he ordered. 

My legs had opened wide for him as I leaned back onto my elbows, my pussy on display for his eyes only. 

Bucky was on his knees and pulled my hips closer to his face and I couldn’t stop the squeal that erupted from my throat. 

“All I could think of today was the way you tasted on my tongue.” Bucky admitted with a groan as he stared at my wetness. 

His tongue spread wide over it and I grunted out a loud moan with my head falling back onto the bed. The tip of his tongue pressed down hard onto the swollen nub of my clit and I forced his face deeper, fucking his face. 

Bucky moans vibrated against me and my lips parted in a silent scream as my orgasm washed over me with no warning. I convulsed onto his face and he lapped up my arousal. Even in the faint light of the room, I could see the aftermath of my orgasm shine on the small hairs of Bucky’s face as he looked up from my pussy. 

“You taste like heaven, and I can’t get enough,” Bucky admitted. 

He kissed his way up every inch of skin until he reached my lips, locking us in a battle of tongues and I moaned when I tasted myself on him. I made quick work of shedding his jacket and dress shirt from him and when I began to undo the belt at his pants, vibranium fingers stopped me. 

“Get on your knees,” He demanded again with a deep voice. 

“Bucky,” I began. 

Skin against skin echoed throughout the room followed by a shreking moan as Bucky slapped my ass with his vibranium hand. 

“Ass towards me. Now!” 

Without a second thought, I was on my knees in front of him on the bed and the sound of pants falling to the ground sounded in my ears. 

“You act all innocent and look so sweet, but I know what a dirty mind you really have,” Bucky’s warm breath fanned across my back. 

But the warmth was gone, replaced with cool metal dragging across my spine. Only it wasn’t his fingers. This was something more sharp. 

I bit the inside of my cheek when I realized exactly what was being dragged across my skin. 

“I saw the way you watched as I twirled this between my fingers,” Bucky spoke. 

He had the knife in front of my face and it glimmered in the light from the bedside lamp. 

“Do you have a knife kink, doll?” 

I felt like putty in front of him, unsure how to answer. Which only caused Bucky to slap my ass once again. 

“I don’t know,” I admitted with a breathy moan. 

Bucky dropped the knife onto the bed. “Maybe another night. Right now I want to fuck that pretty little cunt of yours.” 

“Oh, Bucky,” I groaned, head falling to the mattress. 

With a quick snap of his hips, his hard cock slid into my drenched lips and I began rocking back onto him hoping to help him fill me up. Our bodies rocked together as our moans of desire bounced off the walls of our bedroom and Bucky’s hands gripped deep into my hips as he held me still before sliding in and out of me at an unforgiving pace. 

My ears rang with white noise and my eyes rolled back, the sensation causing me to quiver underneath him. 

“Fuck, Y/N. So tight. So fucking tight,” Bucky said through gritted teeth. 

“Oh, oh, Bucky,” I panted. “I’m so close.” 

“Not yet, doll.” 

I groaned because there wasn’t any way I could hold on, my orgasm catching up so close. The blood ran from my head straight down to my core as my toes curled. My breathing became ragged when I began to lose control of my actions. 

“Please,” I begged. 

Bucky now was dragging his cock in and out of me in an antagonizing slow pace, the feel of every vein on his dragging on my walls. I clenched around him, our shared wetness creating ungodly sounds. 

Suddenly there was a persistent knocking at our door and I went to push Bucky away but his grip on me held strong, cock still dragging in and out of me. 

“Yeah?” Bucky called out. 

“It’s Steve. I need you downstairs.” 

Bucky’s vibranium finger reached around to my swollen clit and began drawing circles. I had to bite back a moan. 

“Is it important?” Bucky asked. 

“I wouldn’t be bothering you guys if it wasn’t.” 

I peaked over my shoulder. “Maybe we should—oh fuck!” 

Bucky’s pace in my pussy started up again and I felt the tip of his cock reach every single inch of me. 

With his vibranium finger still working my clit, his other hand wrapped around my throat and pulled my back up into his chest, the new position made my head spin. I let out another loud moan. 

"Be quiet, otherwise he's going to hear you. Or maybe you'd like that? Having Steve hear how I have you bent over, fucking this tight pussy,” Bucky grunted in my ear. 

My second orgasm washed over me in waves with that simple thought Bucky had planted in my mind and I spasmed over his cock which did nothing to halter his erratic movements. 

“Buck?” 

He groaned but never responded to Steve. 

“I’m going to fill this sweet little pussy up,” he bit hard down on the skin of my shoulder, him keeping up his promise. 

His cock throbbed and pulsed as he spilled himself into me and I rolled my hips over him, hoping to get every last drop. 

Our bodies fell in a heap onto the bed and Bucky rolled me on top of him, dragging the blanket over our lower half. He brushed a soft kiss to my forehead. 

“You alright?” He asked. 

I nodded in a haze and Bucky chuckled. 

Our eyes locked and we shared a slower, passionate kiss. I could see in his eyes that Bucky wanted to say something, his lips even parted to speak. 

“I lo-.”

“Bucky, this is important-.” 

Steve barged into the room but I had been too tired to try and cover up more. Even if my lower half was covered, with the right angle Steve could have been able to see my exposed breasts. Bucky simply wasn’t bothered in the way Steve gazed at the two of us, an amused expression on his face. 

“I probably should have knocked,” Steve chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck. 

I didn’t miss the way his cheeks reddened in a blush. 

“What is so important, Steve,” I asked with a yawn. 

Bucky left another kiss on my forehead. 

“We’ve got a location.” 

I was suddenly wide awake. 

[tbb-appreciation-week]

PABU'S FESTIVAL OF LOVE 2025

Info, Rules, and F.A.Q.

Tomorrow, I'll send the first batch (no pun intended) of prompts to those signed up (join here!). This is how I picked them.

In one word: randomly. I made several lists (with over 70 prompts in total), divided by types and ratings, and put them in a picker wheels. I left everything to chance. Specific lists aren't that long (about 6 prompts each).

It means that two (or more) people could get one repeated prompt. But like most of you selected a unique combination of prompt types, nobody got both prompts the same. And it wouldn't matter if you did; y'know, the "Two Cakes!" scenario.

Once received, you have a month to work on the prompt(s), and will be due on February 14th, 2025.

When uploading your content to your Tumblr blog, be sure to mention this blog and add the event hashtags: #pabu's festival of love 2025 and/or #PFoL 2025.

Any relationship is acceptable (platonic or romantic) among the Bad Batch, as well as other clones. Of course, original characters and readers are acceptable.

PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING (both by mentioning the blog and putting on the necessary tags, especially concerning NSFW). That'll ensure that your post will be reblogged on this blog.

I'll do my best to reblogged everyone's posts, but if I miss yours, please let me know. Just give me a few hours before you panic 😆

If you want, you can also add your work to the Ao3 Collection (closed at the moment, but I'll open it in due time). Use the same event Tumblr tags when posting to the archive. When adding the tags, it might appear tbb-appreciation-week's Pabu's Festival of Love 2025 (Star Wars) on the dropdown. That's the canonical tag for the event. You can click on it, but it's way too long and complicated for anyone to remember, so don't worry about it. By me, being connected to high places, I'll make sure that however you tag it as, it'll be attached to the right place.

If you are posting NSFW fics or art on Tumblr, I ask that you use the Keep Reading break to hide the NSFW portion of your work; and please, give the proper warnings. On Ao3, please use the correct rating and warnings as well.

In this place, we're all for minding our own business, Ship And Let Ship, Kink Tomato, and all that, so everyone is free to create whatever they want. Participants are expected to hold judgment of others and their works to themselves, even if they don't agree with or find it repulsive. This event isn't for you if you disagree. Harassment to participants for any reason is NOT TOLERATED!

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I'm looking forward to seeing what you all come up with!

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Thanks for reading, and happy creating!

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Frequently Asked Questions

Is [fill the blank] allowed?

When in doubt:

And how about…?

Yes, that, too. Give total freedom to your creativity, and don't worry about whether or not it's allowed. Most things are okay, barring anything inciting or glorifying harassment, hatred, or discrimination of any kind.

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Yes, that's totally fine; I understand that real life gets in the way sometimes. I'll also reblog posts from latecomers.

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Absolutely! If you have a bingo card to fill or another event to complete, go for it. That’s like shooting two mynocks with one bolt, using one of Crosshair's reflective disks!

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Of course! You can post your own content wherever you like. Additionally, I’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any work posted there. (It's closed right now, but I'll open it in due time)

If any of the prompts fit well for an existing fic/art I am currently working on, can I use it?

If you are currently working on this fic/art with Valentine's Day in mind, the answer is yes. In the case of using a work retroactively (meaning: already published and complete), then please, don’t.

Where can I post my work?

Post where and however you want. You don’t have to cross-post it to Tumblr. Just keep in mind, if it’s not on Tumblr, I won't be able to add it to the blog archive. You can post a just link to anywhere else you've posted if you don't want to put the entire work in your blog.

Do I have to finish a fic I started? Can I post a work in progress?

Yes, you can post WIPs. And you’re not obligated to finish it. It'd make me happy that this event prompt you to create something longer. Let's appreciate the Bad Batch all year around!

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Can I cross post on other blogs?

Yes, sure. That's fine. You can also post different works to different accounts under different names, without posting them everywhere at once.

[14dayswithyou]

Give Redacted a kiss for me!!!

Do you have any dark/creepy headcanons for Redacted? I’m very curious ^^

✦゜ANSWERED: I know you asked for [REDACTED] specifically, but everything mentioned below could also apply to Ren as well ^^;

cw: mentions of gore, torture, (one line about) cannibalism, NSFW themes, and just general creepy behaviour

I'm sure most people already know about Ren's red room days, but for the newer folks: he used to livestream himself torturing his victims on the dark web. He would also harvest and sell their organs for extra cash.

His red room phase began after a group of upperclassmen started livestreaming themselves bullying people (Angel included) for attention online. If those teens wanted a taste of online fame that badly, Ren would be all too happy to give it to them — especially after he heard all the degrading things they said about Angel during their stream.

Ren has probably sniffed (licked???) Angel's underwear on multiple occasions lmao

He also keeps a bunch of their discarded cups, mugs, bottles, etc. — and on the days when he's feeling especially lonely — Ren likes to put his lips where Angel's would've been and treat it like it's an indirect kiss.

If Angel is fine with it, Ren would be more than willing to carve his name into their skin. He'd have to use an ample amount of his numbing cream though (typically reserved for when he gives himself tattoos and piercings), since he doesn't want them to be in any pain.

Similarly, he'd also be willing to carve their name into his skin as well — as many times as Angel would want. But he already has multiple tattoos of their name on his skin, so.... gksgsjj

I'm sure everyone already knows this, but Ren has an entire shrine dedicated to Angel. He keeps all his sentimental and stolen items there.

Ren genuinely has no empathy for anyone other than Angel, so if they were to ask him to murder his own mother (or his sister, his best friend, etc.) and bring back their heart, he'd do it with a smile on his face.

Because he has no empathy, Ren would probably enjoy watching snuff films like it's any other B-tier horror film. To him, it's just more research material on how he can get rid of his competition.

I've mentioned this in the past, but Ren has jacked off to the thought of Angel while in the library lol

I made a post back in 2022 that mentioned how Ren would willingly offer up any of his body parts to a cannibal!Angel, and I think the point still stands!!

He likes to put Angel's stolen laundry on his body pillow and rut into/hump it 😟

I once mentioned that Ren would slap a barcode sticker on his sledgehammer to make it look less... questionable whenever he carries it around in broad daylight — but alongside that, I think he'd also carry around some tools and an unopened can of paint to make it seem like he's just doing renovations. In reality, he'd probably force his victims to drink paint or gargle nails teehee

Builder AU except Ren mistook a body for plywood??? Why is he hammering so many nails into them?? Why is he feeding it into a wood chipper???

Builder AU except Ren gives Angel a different meaning to getting nailed and railed???????? Jackhammering???????? Getting screwed sideways????? KGJDSGNK It's 2AM I'm losing da plot now T_T I'll shut up

[makiswirl]

can i just say. and this is probably a niche hill to die on. that i am so gobsmacked every time someone vaguely hints at the idea that jotaro doesn't care meaningfully for the other crusaders, usually particularly kakyoin and joseph, when those two actually tend to be the ones he reacts to being hurt the hardest

like he cares for his loved ones!!!! that literally plays into his character motives in every single part he shows up in!!! stop lying to me!!!!!!!

[razrogue]

Folks should be mindful when engaging with Black creator's OCs through appreciation type stuff (gifts of fanart/fanfic/etc).

If you're unsure if you're capturing the essence/appearance/personality of their OC, ASK!

I understand wanting to surprise a creator with a gift because you want to show your appreciation for their OC. But that gift is harmful when the creator sees you've whitewashed their OC or applied stereotypes or tropes that aren't a part of the character.

When in doubt, ask

[57sfinest]

theoretical entroponetics: the post

okay. LONG post incoming. i have summarized all available information on the pale, separated into confirmed objective truth & in-canon speculation that may or may not be true, and then appended my own very detailed theory on the pale! this post is meant as a resource; please feel free to add things of your own in replies/reblogs (please tag me if you do!) or point out any errors i may have made. you’re welcome to use any of my personal theory in your own work but please credit me if you do!! (and tag me in that/send it to me, i really want to see what you do with it!)

Here’s what we *know* about the pale, according to in-game and concept art: 

It erases data, at least the kind stored on radiocomputer filament and magnetic tapes.

It has no dimensions of its own- pale latitude compressors serve to force dimensions on raw pale and allow navigation. 

The pale is referred to in the context of entropy

It arrived with mankind, but not immediately- there are 8000 years of written history, but the pale was first recorded 6000 years ago, implying that pale either didn’t start forming immediately or that it was so insignificant/distant that it went unnoticed for 2000 years. 

There exists a group of people who are actively trying to expedite entroponetic collapse; the ideology is called entropolism

To this point, pale isn’t immediately visible. Pale has molecular structure, but manifests as a waveform, and only becomes visible at a certain distance from the origin, once wave frequency is sufficiently high. 

During pale exposure, people experience “sense objects”: visual or auditory hallucinations and/or vivid physical recollections of memories. These hallucinations may originate from their own consciousness or someone else’s. c

People require physical and mental examinations before interisolary travel and are allotted a certain number of days per year as their pale exposure threshold. 

Overexposure results in a pale “addiction”- these individuals crave pale exposure, and it’s unclear if this addiction can ever be broken. It’s also unclear whether there is a point at which pale exposure becomes lethal, but given that it dissolves matter, we can be fairly certain that a given length of continuous exposure will kill. 

Radio signals, cold plasma torches and anodic sound are all used to manage the pale to permit travel through it. Plasma torches destabilize the molecular structure of the pale to create gaps, anodic sound widens and maintains these gaps, and radio signals rationalize the pale into recognizable dimensions.

Radio signals are, in return, susceptible to corruption by the pale, resulting in entroponetic crosstalk, where signals from the past or the future are transmitted to the present. CCP is one such phenomenon and is directly related to the formation of new pale through magpie interpretation.

There is a dedicated Union for people who work in and with the pale (the Pale Workers Union). They have two slogans; “The light purifies; The sound absolves; The pale no more” and “Son et Fureur” (sound and fury)

Here’s what we may choose to believe about the pale, based on the thoughts and beliefs of in-game characters:

In conversation with Soona, the pale is described as a “curdling milk” phenomenon: “repulsive, but natural”

In this same conversation you can theorize that the churches were meant to contain the pale origins; out of the seven churches, six were destroyed during the suzerain or the revolution

The phasmid and whatever other lifeforms it’s communicated with believe that entroponetic collapse is comparable to an oxygen holocaust (i.e. the great oxygenation event), implying mass extinction due to a toxic overabundance of sapient thought

Harry refers to it once by saying “The wolf is at the door. It’s going to eat the sun.” so take that as you will

It’s likely that Tiago’s “Mother” is some manifestation from the pale, if you choose to believe that the 2mm hole is in fact a pale origin point (the concept art does confirm it’s a pale origin, but the game offers other explanations, so I won’t say it’s the only answer)

Inframaterialists believe that revolutionary action (NOT thought) may create a counter-force that will prevent the spread of pale; it’s unclear if any reversal is possible.

The world will be fully consumed by the pale in 27 years (I put it here because you may or may not believe that shivers and harry are reliably sourcing this information)

And now my personal speculation about the pale:

A quick and easy point: it’s confirmed that the pale has a measurable EMF “exhalation” frequency that varies with proximity. Strong enough EMF pulses can actually tamper with magnetic storage- radiocomputer filaments! Electronics! Fortress Accident data loss! This gives us a tangible explanation for why pale can delete data :)

This may also explain its ability to cause radio interference- radio frequencies are just a subset of EMF frequencies, so it’s possible that pale exhalation on *just the right frequency* is what’s responsible for the entroponetic crosstalk we get on radios sometimes

The pale canonically has an atomic structure, but it also has wave properties, so it’s possible that the pale has wave-particle duality on its subatomic level, like photons do

Based on this, entroponetics is likely a very similar field to quantum mechanics, which might be an interesting source of ideas for anyone (like me) who wants to explore pale-related possibilities

The pale could be a manifestation of raw patterns. That’s why math “forces dimensions” on it- it rationalizes or “tames” the patterns, which allows it to be manipulated to a certain degree.

There are several references to the pale that refer to mathematical concepts and patterns, saying that the world dissolves into “a tangle of azimuths and cosines” as it blends into the interisolary pale- more on this later

Steban comments that the pale is commonly theorized to be nostalgia or “historical inertia”, but it’s largely agreed that it’s “the past” in a broad sense. Thinking about the idiom that history repeats itself, it could be that history/the past is part of the pattern that comprises the pale, and that it’s also the type of pattern most readily perceived by people (people don’t viscerally *perceive* math, for example, but we experience memories)

To first define entropy: Chemically speaking, “the measure of a system’s thermal energy per unit temperature that is unavailable for doing useful work. (per encyclopedia britannica).” Physically speaking, it’s a measure of randomness or disorder in a system. Less work/less order = more entropy; it’s a physicochemical “winding down” of a given system

It’s commonly thought that pale is the entropic force, but what if it’s the opposite? (Keep in mind the chemical definition: less ability to do work = more entropy) Consider: the pale as less entropic, a cleanup force, recycling the potential lost by death and destruction in the universe. This in part explains why a dead person’s memory is present in the pale- their potential has been recycled into the pale in the form of their memories (their life’s *pattern*)

Enthalpy is a related concept to entropy and is defined as the total energy contained within a system. Holding the system enthalpy constant- saying the universe will always have the same amount of total energy, no matter what, according to thermodynamics- results in an entropic tug-of-war between the pale and the world. The pale wins through sheer inertia (again, inertia is mentioned specifically in game)

Overall: think of the world as “cooling”, losing heat and energy through war and death and complacency. Think of the pale as steam and heat, melting down old materials to start it all over again. (Kim says, *through entroponetic interference*: “it’s been a long, cold winter.”)

Consider: the pale as a sinusoidal function, eternally repeating. The pale recycling the universe to start a new cycle, “spending” itself, resulting in pale not being present in the beginning. Then, as the new things begin to settle- with the advent of the human mind, specifically- the pale reforming, slowly reclaiming potential, eventually ending the cycle to start again.

In comes CCP and magpies. Consider: CCP as a backwards transmission from the next “cycle” (after all, pale has no sense of time). Magpies as *pattern-sensitive* people who are able to decode CCP into something useful called novelty. They reach into the potential of the next cycle to build the potential in their current one- this paradox could be what creates more pale, because (and this is where it gets weird, I apologize) doing this retroactively increases the total amount of energy/work/potential in the current cycle to have been reclaimed by the pale for the next one.

Think of the pale as the compost bin for every single thought in the universe. The pale is the exact right size to compost every little atom and thought in the universe, and can hold nothing extra. But magpies reach into the future, the next cycle, and bring in extra. This paradox forces the pale to grow to accommodate the additional material, which also increases the starting potential of the next cycle. This process allows each cycle to accumulate minor changes from the previous one, which can snowball over many cycles.

Furthermore, to the inframaterialists’ point: revolutionary action would be such a radical shift in inertia that it would increase the potential in the world, forcing the pale to pause/shrink to “balance the equation” in terms of pale-vs-world thermodynamics. So maybe they’re right after all :)

And some diagramming, to explain the utter bullshit I’ve just dropped:

[starscreamingg]

Detroit Become Human and why does this game decide that the problem in society is individual people treating androids poorly because those androids are choking them out of the workforce and NOT the corporations and governments who deliberately designed the androids to do this