#really wanted to talk about hot & heavy so yay!!

[fightingdragonswithwho]

2 and 3rd song from your music colection please

hi!! 2 is hot & heavy by lucy dacus and 3rd is anti-hero by taylor swift!

thank you for the ask, wishing you an amazing day!

send me a number 1-100 and I’ll tell you the song it corresponds with on my top 100 playlist!

[nickfowlerrr]

everybody talks

pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. smut, fluff, a bit of angst. unprotected p in v. dirty talk. nipple play. if i’m missing something that needs to be tagged, pls lmk!

words: almost 7.7k

notes: happy halloween 👻 so i had an idea for reclusive neighbor!bucky meeting reader when she stops by his house with a group of kids for trick or treating, and this is very much not that but i think it still works lol. also, i wrote this in a day? i don’t think i’ve ever written more than like 4k in a day before so, yay me!

i wanted to participate in @witchywithwhiskey’s horror movie hoe-a-thon but i decided so last minute and then thought the deadline was the 31st, but i absolutely read the guidelines wrong bc it was actually yesterday and i missed it lol. i’m linking her event still though bc i did use a quote prompt! 🖤

The loud shaking of the wobbly cart you grabbed in your hurry precedes you as you make your way through the ridiculously crowded grocery store. Normally you would have been mortified - probably would have left the cart and ventured off to grab what you needed sans basket - but you don’t have the time to be concerned about the looks you’re getting as you walk fast down the aisles. 

When your sister asked you for help organizing a family halloween party, you didn’t realize she meant an actual little community family friendly party for the street she lived on.

You had gotten two frozen pizzas, a bag of candy, a case of soda, and some random bags of chips you were sure your nieces would love, just last night. That would have certainly been enough for you, your nieces, and both your sisters, but unfortunately, that wasn’t where the guest list ended. 

The look on her face when you showed up to her house with just those few things would have been funny if she wasn’t already on the brink of a breakdown.

Her husband was out of town for work and she was doing all the halloween prep for Sid herself, thus why she enlisted your help with the party and your younger sister’s help for the trick or treating plans.

Before she could snap and completely lose her cool on you, you were already rushing to the front door, keys still in hand, promising you’d be back within the hour and she had nothing to worry about.

That’s how you found yourself among the crowd of the woefully unprepared this afternoon. 

You loaded the cart with six more frozen pizzas, three family servings of the deli’s hot and ready fried chicken, two packs of halloween cupcakes, two more cases of soda, an extra case of water, and three boxes of capri suns before you started filling the cart with the halloween party snacks you found in the holiday section. 

You were getting a workout as you pushed the basket, less shaky now thanks to the added weight, heading to the candy section to grab a few bags of whatever they had left.

You were distracted by the end cap display as you turned down the aisle and didn’t see the man standing right in front of you, accidentally running into him. Though, running into him sounds like an exaggeration. With how heavy your basket was, and how sturdy the man before you was, it was more like a bump - a love tap. He didn’t even really react to it aside from looking over briefly to you and your basket.

Even still, you apologized profusely, rambling an apology about not looking where you were going before you finally got an actual look at your victim. 

Your words stopped almost abruptly when your eyes met with crystal blues. His stare was icy, but not cold, moreso piercing.

He blinked and broke your trance, offering you a shy smile before he looked away.

“It’s okay, you’re fine,” he said, eyes fixed back on the shelves of candy.

He was dressed in dark denim jeans and a black crewneck sweatshirt, his hair was dark and down to just above his broad shoulders, and the stubble that lined his strong jaw suited him well. You didn’t realize you were staring again until he looked back up at you.

You forced yourself to smile then, ignoring the heat you could feel creeping up your neck and rising to your cheeks.

“Sorry,” you offered with a nervous laugh before you forced the cart behind where he stood to go onward. 

You could have sworn you saw a blush rising to his cheeks as he smiled to himself, avoiding your gaze, but you weren’t entirely sure. 

And you definitely didn’t have the time to ponder on it.

Instead, you began your own search of the shelves to find not only your nieces’ favorites, but your sisters’, too. 

They were both working hard to make their kids’ halloween a good one, they deserved a little treat themselves when all the work was done. You, on the other hand, still single and child free, were planning on treating yourself all night. You were there to help, sure, but most of the work wouldn’t be done by you. You were looking forward to seeing them off to trick or treat and plopping down on your sister’s couch to watch movies for the rest of the night - handing out candy, of course, should any kids come by.

Once the party was set up and over, you’d be free for the night and you couldn’t wait.

You were lucky to find most of what you were looking for, but couldn’t seem to find the last kind of chocolates you wanted to get. 

As your eyes scoured the shelves, you found yourself looking back over to where the handsome stranger still stood. His brows were furrowed as he held up two boxes of full size candy bars, seeming to be debating between the two.

The look of concentration on his face was endearing, you could almost chuckle at how serious in thought he seemed to be over candy.

You smiled to yourself, returning to your search. As your eyes left the man, traveling instead to the rows of candy in front of him, that was when you saw the bag you needed. In the section right where he was standing, because of course they’d be there. 

He huffed in exasperation before you watched him drop both boxes of candy into his cart. He turned to head down the aisle in your direction and his eyes widened slightly when he saw you still standing there.

“Oh, sorry, I’m in your way, aren’t I.”

“No, you’re fine!” You assured him as you left your basket, walking closer to him. “I just needed to grab this,” you said, looking up with the bag in hand. He hadn’t moved from where he stood as you approached, so you were inadvertently in his personal space - but he didn’t make any attempt to move from you. In fact, he looked almost frozen. 

His bright eyes were on you, one hand on his cart, the other clenched by his side. He seemed to go a bit ridge at your proximity, like he didn’t want to make any sudden movements, but he relaxed after a second after seeing your soft smile, blinking at you as his cheeks burned. 

You quickly backed away, hoping to not make him more uncomfortable and to not embarrass yourself further.

You grabbed onto your cart and looked his way once more, meeting his eye again as his sights were already on you. 

You smiled shyly, “Sorry, again, for hitting you,” you offered, “happy halloween.”

He didn’t respond verbally, but he did give you a small nod of acknowledgement.

Your smile grew tighter before you turned and made for the check out, sighing as you rolled your eyes at yourself, mentally chastising yourself for being such an awkward inducing mess. 

The lines were long and as you waited, you had to field a call from your sister, promising her you were checking out and would be back at her house soon.

You finally got through the line and were on your way out the sliding door when your cart almost crashed into another. You gasped as you pulled at your cart to stop, the heavy weight carrying it forward, its momentum causing it to almost ram right into the cart beside it.

The doors were only big enough for one cart to go through at a time, so you looked up to offer whoever it was you almost crashed into the lead.

It was your turn for your eyes to widen as you once again were met with those piercing blues.

“I am so sorry, I’m not doing this on purpose, I swear,” you laughed nervously, backing up a bit so he’d have room to go through the doors. “Go for it,” you said.

He shook his head, “Please,” he gestured for you to go in front, “ladies first.”

Had you not been in a hurry, you would’ve argued that he should go ahead, but seeing as your phone was lighting up with messages from your erratic sister, you smiled and pushed on forward. “Thank you,” you breathed.

You were trying not to pay attention as he followed behind you, but when you got to your car, halting your basket at your trunk, you couldn’t help but notice as he stopped next to you.

You looked over at him, and he looked over at you. He smiled this time, popping his trunk, “What are the odds?”

You tittered, not knowing how to respond. You couldn’t help your smile though as you turned back to your trunk and started putting the bags in.

He himself didn’t have much in the way of bags, and was finished putting his stuff away and taking his cart back by the time you were halfway done putting your stuff in your car.

You saw as he approached his door from your peripheral, and looked up and over in his direction as he abruptly stopped just before he was about to pull open his door.

For a second, he looked like he was about to turn around but then thought better of it, reaching for the door handle again before pulling away once more. 

He squeezed his car keys in his hand before he turned back around, completely this time. You blinked at him, in a bit of a stupor as he came up to you. You waited for him to speak as he opened his mouth before quickly shutting it, taking a breath, then anxiously licking his lips.

“I’m Bucky,” he introduced himself a bit stiffly before his lip quirked up in a nervous half smile. Your brows raised of their own volition before you gave him your name in turn.

He seemed to be relieved by your reply, as if he was worried you would have ignored him, before he took another step closer to your car. “Can I give you a hand?”

“Oh, uhm, sure. That’d be great, thanks.”

“Big plans for the night?” he asked as he slid the packs of soda and the water into the car.

“My sister is hosting a little halloween party for the families on her street before they head out trick or treating tonight, I’m helping her out with setup and food. But after that,” you sighed, putting a few more bags in, “I’m planning on just watching movies between trick or treaters. Nothing crazy. You?” you asked, looking over to him.

“I’m planning pretty much the same. I don’t know how many trick or treaters to expect, I’m new to the neighborhood and… maybe haven’t been the friendliest neighbor,” he cringed to himself as he grabbed the boxes of juice. “But I got the full size candy bars, so…”

“Sprung for the full size, huh? I’m sure those kids’ll love it. You’ll be the talk of the block,” you joked.

His chuckle had you smiling so hard you had to bite your lip to keep from looking like an idiot.

Bucky took the last of the bags from you and set them carefully down before he closed the trunk for you. You were hanging onto the cart, waiting to say bye before you walked it to its home, as he turned, shoving his hands in his pockets before he spoke. He had that anxious look on his face again, his eyes down at the ground while he licked his lips mindlessly before he met your eye.

“I, uhm,” he seemed to register where his hands were then and took them out of his pockets, “I hope this isn’t too presumptuous of me, but, did you maybe, want to exchange numbers?” he asked, bright blue eyes bearing into yours.

Your lips parted unbidden, eyebrows raising in surprise, or more like shock, as your eyes widened.

“You- you want my number?” you asked stupidly. You didn’t give him a chance to answer though before you continued, “Uhm, yeah,” you nodded, “sure.”

The delicate smile on your lips grew as you reached for your phone.

You exchanged numbers and said your goodbyes before you were finally headed back to your sister’s place.

You were smiling like a fool as you drove, a sense of giddy taking over you. This kind of stuff never happened to you. You were still in a bit of disbelief as you pulled into your sister’s driveway, calling her to help you unload but deciding against telling her about your little grocery store meet cute. At least until the party was underway and her stress levels came down.

—

Grumpy. 

That’s the word you would use to describe your current state.

This was not how tonight was supposed to go. You should be lounging on a couch watching scary movies with a bowl full of candy right now, not clopping down the street in your wedges - a last minute costume thrown together as your niece held your hand and pulled you along with her while your sisters and baby niece strolled behind.

Sidney had thrown a fit when she learned you wouldn’t be coming along for trick or treating and only calmed down when you finally relented and agreed. But of course, you couldn’t just go out in what you were already wearing, no, that would be too easy. You absolutely needed a costume. 

At your sisters’ and niece’s goading, you were forced to put something together. 

You were already in all black, so you snagged the leftover cat ear headband your sister had and made your already done eye look a little more exaggerated. You all left soon after, your niece’s jubilance as she skipped out of the house easing your annoyance at the change of plans. As you started down the driveway, you were cursing yourself for not having brought your sneakers, and your sisters for both having smaller feet than you.

You walked up to house after house with your niece, taking turns switching who was going up to the door every two or three houses. In between houses, you finally told your sisters about the guy you met at the store earlier, how attractive he was, how he helped you load your car, and how he asked for your number before you went your separate ways.

It was nice to be able to talk with them about it, it had been a long time since it had been just the three of you together - no obnoxious boyfriends or overly talkative husbands to interrupt your conversations. You had to say, you were starting to feel a bit more grateful for your niece’s insistence on you joining them.

As you talked to your little sister while she held her daughter, you both watched as your niece tugged on her mom’s hand, refusing to go up the pathway of the house you were now at. As you looked around, you realized everyone else seemed to be avoiding the house, too. You weren’t sure why, though. The porch light was on and there was a cute, though solitary, ghost decoration that would greet you as you walked up the path to the house. 

“What is up with that?” you asked aloud.

As your older sister walked back over, she answered your question. “She doesn’t wanna go, she says it’s haunted.”

You fixed your niece with a look, “What do you mean haunted? Who told you that?”

“Evan and Fifi. They said the metal man lives here and he kills anyone who tries to come in.”

“The metal man, huh? Well,” you said, making a point of looking all around the front of the house, “it looks to me like whoever lives here is ready to pass out candy to anyone brave enough to knock. The lights are on, and did you see the ghost up front? They’re probably just as excited about Halloween as you are.”

“No.” she responded flatly.

“No?” you scoffed. “Ohhh, okay,” you exaggerated, “I get it, you’re too scared to go. That’s all you had to say, Sid, no shame.”

“I’m not scared,” she argued, her face scrunched in annoyance at your insult.

“Really? If you’re not scared then why won’t you go knock on the door?”

She floundered for a second before she narrowed her gaze at you. You wanted to laugh at the low growl that radiated from her but held it together. 

“We’ll all go,” she finally decided, looking all three of you in the eyes to make sure you were all ready to accompany her.

—

It had been two hours since the trick or treaters had started their nights. 

Bucky could hear the laughter and screams of playful fright as family after family and group after group of friends passed by his house. 

The bowl of king size candy bars sat on his coffee table untouched as It played on his screen. 

Every now and again he’d get up and look out the kitchen window, hoping to see a dead street to make himself feel better about the lack of trick or treaters, but only found the streets full of people.

The more time that passed without a single knock or ringing of his bell, the worse he felt. 

He could lie and say he didn’t know why he was taking this so hard, he wasn’t one to complain about his solitude, but truthfully, he knew why.

He had heard the neighbor kids talking about him the other week, telling tales of horror about the metal man who lived next door. If seeing his arm was all it took to spur their tales and ignite their fear of him, God, he didn’t even want to know what would come if they found out even a little bit of his past. 

And if it wasn’t the kids starting their own urban legend at his expense, it was the adults who would gossip about him at their backyard barbecues. The mysterious man who lived alone and kept to himself was an easy target for lowly neighborhood gossip, and the few people who had pieced together who he was seemed to be tight lipped about it. Anytime they saw him in public, their eyes would bug and they would quickly avert their gaze, like they were scared what would happen if he knew they knew. It’s not like his identity was a secret, but he wasn’t planning on striking up a conversation with them to let them know that. Especially not when they looked at him like that. Like he was some kind of monster.

Even still, he didn’t want to be the social pariah on the block. He hated to think that anyone was scared or weary of him, though he knew most of them were.

He sighed heavily as he checked the time once again. 

So much for that ghost helping to dispel his bad reputation. He’d be requesting the money he spent on it from Sam later, it was his idea for him to get halloween decorations in the first place. He should have known it wouldn’t have helped.

As his phone unlocked with his FaceID, he was tempted to send a message to the woman he’d met earlier in the day. He wasn’t sure what it was about her, but he hadn’t felt so disarmed by someone in a very long time. And the fact that she was gorgeous, and didn’t seem the least bit frightened by him, was a nice feeling, too. 

But she was probably watching movies and relaxing by now, he didn’t want to be a disturbance. Tomorrow, though. He’d definitely be messaging her tomorrow.

Another sigh left him as he locked his phone again, tossing it on the coffee table before making his decision.

Bucky paused the movie before he stood, bowl in hand, prepared to take it to the kitchen and shut his porch light off on his way upstairs. It was only gonna get later and he had to accept that no one was going to trick or treat at his house this year.

But just as he was setting the bowl down on the table, he froze.

Was someone actually coming up the porch?

He swore he was just hearing things…but then came a knock.

—

“You can’t just stand there, Sid, you have to knock or ring the bell, pick one.”

“No.”

“Ugh,” you exaggerated with an eye roll, turning to look at your older sister, “you live with this everyday?”

“Everyday,” she replied.

“Sid, if you don’t knock, you don’t get candy,” you told her.

“If I don’t knock, I don’t get murdered.”

“Alright, fine. I’ll do it myself,” you shrugged, adjusting the cat ears on your head.

You raised your arm to knock on the door, but Sid stopped you, pulling it back down.

“I don’t want you to get murdered, either!”

“Sidney,” you laughed, kneeling to get on her level, “I promise you, no one is going to get murdered. This house isn’t haunted and a murderer doesn’t live here.”

“You don’t know that for sure,” your little sister chimed in, earning a glare from you before you couldn’t help your laugh, shaking your head before turning back to your niece.

“I just met Evan and Fifi at the party, and I know for a fact they were just trying to scare all of you guys. I doubt they’ve ever met whoever it is that lives here. Now, do you trust me?”

Her reluctant nod was your answer.

“Okay. Then I’m gonna knock on the door, and we’re gonna get some candy. Cool?”

“Cool.”

“Cool,” you nodded with a smile before standing back up.

Sid inched back to stand in front of her mom, pulling her arm to hide herself behind as you once again went to knock on the door, this time following through.

You knocked and heard footsteps from within, smiling as you waited for the homeowner to open the door.

Once it opened, though, you found yourself completely taken aback. 

Your breath caught in your throat as a newly familiar pair of brilliant blue eyes met yours.

Bucky stood at the open door, bowl of full size candy bars in hand. He looked just as surprised to see you there as you were him. 

He tilted his head at you, a lopsided grin spreading on his face.

“Trick or treat!” Sidney yelled, seeing the big bars and coming to stand in front of you.

Bucky looked down, smiling as he showed her the bowl, “Happy Halloween,” he said, allowing her to pick which one she wanted.

“I know how this looks, but I swear I’m not stalking you,” you promised.

“I don’t know, it seems like a lotta coincidences for just one day,” he smirked, cooly leaning against his door frame. “Nice costume,” he complimented.

“Ha, thanks,” you smiled, touching the cat ears once again. “Nice ghost,” you nodded toward the lonely decoration, “Really livens up the place,” you teased. 

“That was the intention,” he laughed, a little too glumly for your liking. “You guys are actually the first trick or treaters I’ve had all night, so I guess it didn’t really do its job.”

“Sorry, you guys know each other?” your sister asked.

“Yeah, uh,” you turned briefly, “this is Bucky,” you said.

“Bucky from the grocery store, Bucky?” your little sister asked.

You gave her a look you hoped Bucky didn’t see before answering, “Yes. That Bucky.”

Your sisters introduced themselves to him and as he switched the candy bowl from his right hand to his left, extending his palm to shake their hands, you noticed a glimmer coming from  his left side.

You moved over a bit to allow them room to shake hands and as you looked closer, you realized that, peculiarly enough, his left hand wasn’t made of flesh. 

You scoffed a laugh to yourself at his “metal man” moniker. That made some sense now… In fact, a few things were clicking into place. Bucky, you thought…Bucky Barnes? The Bucky Barnes. You wondered how you hadn’t noticed earlier, not that it mattered, but you were staring, like kind of a lot, at him when you met at the store, and even when he was helping load your groceries. You really must have been distracted by just how gorgeous his face is.

Now that you were really looking at him again, you noticed just how built he was. Strong arms, solid chest, nearly six foot tall if you had to guess. 

Your sister’s laugh brought you back to reality as you followed her gaze to Sid who was now taking a bunch of bars from Bucky’s bowl as he held it out for her again.

“I doubt anyone is coming my way again, so please, take what you want,” he offered to all of you.

“That’s really nice of you, thanks,” you smiled as your sisters each took a bar of their own. “We’ll uh, let you get back to your movie,” you said, remembering his plans for tonight.

“The movie, yeah. I think I might have to start it over, actually. I went on my phone for a minute and looked up to see a blood covered bathroom but I have no idea how they got there,” he huffed a laugh at himself.

“Oh, what are you watching?” your little sister asked.

“It,”

“It? No way, that’s so funny. That’s the movie you were gonna watch before we left tonight, isn’t it?” your older sister asked knowingly, a smirk no one but you and your younger sister would ever catch flashing for a microsecond on her lips as she looked at you pointedly.

“Yeah,” you swallowed thickly, “it is,” you said, trying not to let the awkwardness that was eating at you consume you entirely.

“You should stay and watch it,” your little sister suggested, to your complete and utter mortification. Your eyes shot over to her, and you swear, if looks could kill. 

“I’m not just going to invite myself-”

“Come on, like he minds,” she turned to look at Bucky then, her hands still on her stroller holding her baby, “you don’t mind, do you?”

You peek over at Bucky, unsure of how you would even react if you were in his position. He met your eye and his lips quirked in a soft smile. “Not at all. If you wanted to, that is,” he added, offering you an out.

You looked at him a moment before looking over to your smugly smiling sisters and your niece as she tore into one of her candy bars, standing safely between the two of them. You inhaled sharply before looking back to a waiting Bucky. 

You nodded.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Sounds…fun.”

“Great, well we were heading back anyway. So, see you later?” you sister bid. 

“Or not,” your little sister added teasingly before she shot her gaze over to Bucky once more. “But we do have her location, just so you know,” she added seriously, a hint of a warning in her words.

“Ooo-kay,” you said, breaking the forthcoming tension, “I will text you guys when I’m on my way back,” you told them, urging them to get going.

“It was nice to meet you, Bucky. I trust my sister will get home safe,” your sister said directly.

“I’ll make sure of it,” he responded gallantly while your face felt as if it was literally on fire.

What was this, it was like your parents were dropping you off for your first date in high school. But somehow worse.

She nodded, “And thank you for the candy. Sidney,” she called, getting her daughter’s attention, “what do we say?”

“Thank you! Happy Halloween!”

“You’re very welcome,” Bucky smiled. “Happy Halloween.”

—

It wasn’t long before you found yourself sitting on Bucky’s couch, a glass of water you had desperately needed sitting before you on the coffee table and Bucky sitting to the left of you, but keeping a respectable distance.

“I’m really sorry about my sisters, by the way. They can be a lot,” you huffed a laugh.

“Don’t be,” he brushed off, “It’s nice to see, honestly.”

You looked over at him, he seemed a bit forlorn before he came back to himself. 

“You know, my niece was almost too scared to come to your door. She said this house is haunted, that ‘the metal man’ lives here and kills anyone who tries to enter.”

“Ah, I see word travels fast when it comes to children.”

“Yeah, you’re kind of like their own urban legend.”

Bucky rolled his eyes playfully as you laughed, lifting a leg up to cross under your thigh as you turned to face him on the couch.

“What?” you asked, “Don’t you want to be an urban legend?”

“Not really,” he laughed with a shake of his head, turning to face you better as well. “Especially not when it leaves me with bowls full of king sized candy bars no one seems to want.”

There’s a pause before he continues,

“Honestly… I don’t like knowing people are scared of me. I mean I’ve known, for a long time, that they are, it’s just.. Different when you can see that fear on their faces, in person.”

You didn’t even realize you were moving as you scooted in closer to him while he spoke.

“I thought the city was bad, but ever since I moved out here, it’s all so much more intimate. The stares are a lot more pointed.” He laughed humorlessly at himself, “I heard a couple kids talking about my arm a few weeks ago and tried to tell myself I didn’t care, but I’ve been wearing nothing but long sleeves every time I go outside now. 

“I’m not ashamed of it,” he said quickly to clarify, “I just, I don’t want them to have to be scared of me.”

“They shouldn’t be scared of you just because you have a prosthetic arm,” you argued, knowing they surely knew nothing else of who he was, “and their parents should probably be leading by better examples.”

“Yeah, well,” he shrugged, “what can you do?” He swallowed the lump in his throat that was forming at your defense of him, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring all this up-”

“No, I’m sorry, that’s on me. I am incredibly skilled at killing conversations before they even begin.”

“I don’t know about that. You don’t know me well yet, so you don’t know how big of a deal this is, but, I like talking to you,” he smiled. 

You had to look away from his gaze, breathing a laugh as you did. 

The movie was playing on screen, but neither of you were paying any attention to it as you continued talking.

Each time Bucky laughed at your lame jokes, you swore you felt like you were flying. You talked about everything and nothing. You got to know each other better, asking questions about life and preferences and favorites and what-ifs. The conversation flowed so easily, you never even really had to think about what to say next. That definitely wasn’t usual for you, and you liked it. You liked him.

Somewhere along the way, the conversation turned flirty, and again, it was completely effortless. 

Your knees were pressing against one another as you sat across from each other, almost side by side on the couch.

You laughed in unison at a cheesy line Bucky tried on you before a jump scare on the screen had you quite literally jumping. Without thought, you leaned into Bucky, and he had no qualms about it as you hid your face in his shoulder.

He laughed lightly, his arm coming around you and gently rubbing your back before you forced yourself to pull away. His warmth was so nice and welcoming, but if you didn’t back up, you would’ve tried to nuzzle right into his side - you couldn’t risk the embarrassment.

As you turned back to sit next to him though, he kept his arm around you and tugged you in a bit closer. 

You briefly wondered if he could hear your heartbeat, because you definitely could. You thought it might beat out of your chest at any moment as his warm cologne invaded your senses.

“Sorry, I guess I just assumed you liked scary movies,” he laughed.

“Ya know what’s funny is I actually hate scary movies,” you told him, “the It movies are some of the very few that don’t scare me.”

“Oh, that was you not being scared?” he smirked with a raised brow.

“That was- it just, it caught me off guard,” you defended with a smile, absentmindedly leaning more into his hold.

You had never gotten so close to someone in such a short amount of time, emotionally or physically. 

It was foreign, but you enjoyed it. It may have been sudden, but it didn’t feel rushed. 

“You get scared easily?” he asked.

“I’m the biggest scaredy cat I know,” you admitted. “I’m not hard to get a jump out of, I get scared of literally everything,” you laughed at yourself.

You turned to look at him when he didn’t say anything and felt your breath catch in your throat for the second time that night. He was so close to you now, and his eyes were piercing as he took you in, lingering on your lips and sending a chill through you.

The energy between you seemed to shift from something light and playful to something more charged, deliberate.

Your eyes drifted to his lips despite yourself, too.

He leaned in just a touch closer to you and your lips were mere inches away as he spoke,

“You’re not scared of me,” he said, though you weren’t sure if it was a question or not. Still, you responded as if it were.

Leaning in, brushing your lips against his, you breathed, “No.”

His hand was on your head then, keeping you close to him as he pressed his lips against yours, it was fervent, yet delicate, as your lips moved against one another. 

You moved a hand to hold onto his left shoulder and he tugged your body to move you completely over his lap while he continued to lead the kiss.

His metal hand found its way to your plush waist as he held you, squeezing you lightly and inadvertently causing you to sink down lower into his lap while your upper body melted into him.

His hand slid from your waist to your ass, grabbing you through your leggings, kneading your ample flesh in his large palm.

You moaned into his mouth and that seemed to spur him on because in the blink of an eye you found yourself being flipped onto your back as he pinned you beneath his large body.

When he finally broke the kiss, you were both panting, your hands fisted in his sweatshirt as his wandered your curves. 

“Do you have a bed?” you breathed, pulling him back down to be closer to you, wanting desperately to have his lips on yours once more. He nodded.

“Glad you asked,” he returned, voice low and husky.

You yelped as Bucky lifted you in his arms, standing and carrying you with ease while you clung to him like your life depended on it. If he dropped you, you weren’t sure you’d be able to recover from the embarrassment. But as he began up the steps and his hold didn’t falter for a single second, you realized maybe there wasn’t anything to worry about.. He held you like you weighed nothing and honestly, it sent a new wave of arousal through you as he reached the door of his bedroom.

He tossed you down on his bed carefully, but stopped you before you could begin tugging your leggings down your thick thighs. 

You looked at him, confused and with a touch of worry you were about to be rejected.

“I’m sorry,” he began, “I should’ve said this before I brought you up here,”

That did nothing to ease your worry…

“I really like you. And I think there could be something real here between us, I don’t want to ruin that. So if you were only here for one night,-”

“I really like you, too,” you cut him off, eyes gleaming into his, “And I think you’re right, I don’t wanna ruin it either. I wasn’t planning for this to be a one night stand, but if you want to take things slower, I don’t have a problem with that.”

“No, I’m good with where we were heading, I just wanted to make it clear that I don’t want this to be just tonight.”

You nodded, a little breathless as you smiled up at him. 

“Same page, then.”

“Good,” he grinned before pushing you to lie back on his bed as he descended upon you. 

His lips were on your neck and as he sucked on your sweet spot, you couldn’t contain the soft moan that passed your lips. 

His hands found the waistband of your bottoms and he pulled them down as much as he could manage before you lifted your hips and wiggled a bit to assist him in getting them off of you. 

You pulled impatiently at the buckle of his jeans, earning a chuckle from him before he got to work taking them off. 

While he got rid of his jeans, you pulled your shirt up and over your head, catching on the cat ears you had forgotten you were wearing. You threw them all to the side, unclasping your bra as Bucky shrugged his sweatshirt off over his head in turn.

He was back on top of you in an instant, pulling your bra off of you and tossing it to land with the rest of your discarded clothes off the side of the bed.

His large hands immediately went to your breasts, admiring the soft, heavy feel of them in his hands while he palmed them, squeezing slightly as he felt you.

You mewled under his attention, eyes closed in delight as his touch only added fuel to the fire burning in your core. 

When he leaned down and took a pert nipple into his mouth, kissing and sucking on your tit, your hand found his hair as you gasped at the sensation, holding him to you, enjoying the feeling of his mouth on your breasts.

You could feel the wetness growing between your legs as he continued to have his fun, unconsciously rutting his thick cock against you when you’d moan for him.

As he traveled down your body, his hands following your curves and his lips kissing every inch of you that he could, he paid special attention to your tummy before he traveled even lower. 

You were a writhing mess as you felt his warm breath on your folds. When your hips bucked up into his face and you felt his lips brushing your cunt, you whined obscenely at the feeling. Bucky laughed tauntingly, holding your hips back down as he poked his tongue out past his plump lips, lightly licking your folds and your sensitive clit as you gripped his hair and urged him closer, wanting, needing more.

He finally took mercy on you after a long, torturous minute, spreading you open for him before he ate you out like a man starved. 

His tongue glided all over your slick cunt, dipping in and out of your tight entrance, before coming back up to flick your clit. 

He drew figure eights over the sensitive bud and you swore you were about to come undone from that alone, but when he sunk his thick digits into your dripping pussy, curling them just right, rubbing against that special spot perfectly, you were seeing stars as your thighs threatened to clamp around his head while you shook from your orgasm. Your walls clamped down on his fingers as you came and he moaned at the feeling as he worked you through the high, more than ready to finally get his cock inside you.

“Doll, you look so gorgeous like this,” he admired as he held himself above you, “naked and sweaty beneath me. Like a fucking goddess,” he praised, grabbing his erection and positioning himself at your entrance. 

“You sure you’re ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked, running his cockhead up and down your dripping slit. 

“Yes, Bucky, please,” you moaned pathetically, spreading your legs as wide as you could for him.

“Mm, I love the way you say my name, doll,” he groaned as he pushed just his tip inside your tight cunt, moving in and out of you as you whined for him.

“God, please, Bucky, please fuck me! I want it so bad,” you whimpered. “I wanna feel you fill me up, please.”

The growl that left his throat had your pussy fluttering, squeezing around nothing before he finally gave you what you wanted.  With one hard, deep stroke, he was fully seated inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut as you gasped sharply, your hands gripping onto him wherever you could as he began to set his pace. With every thrust of his hips into you, he was hitting deeper and deeper inside your cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” you cried.

“There you go, sweetheart. Take all ‘a my cock inside this tight pussy, taking me so fuckin’ well,” his hands were tight on your hips as he fucked into you. “This what you wanted, doll?” he panted, his pace never faltering as he fucked you harder, the slapping sound of skin on skin and his balls hitting your cunt with his every thrust filled the room, mingled with your moans and whimpers and his grunts and growls. “Wanted this big dick to stretch you out, huh? Wanted to feel me fill you up with my hot cum til I’m dripping outta you.”

One of his hands left your hip and instead went to grab at your breasts again, his large hand palming your tit as he squeezed and kneaded, flicking his thumb over your nipple and only adding to the pleasure threatening to send you over the edge.

“God, yes! Please, fucking yes, Bucky, please, please, please, please” you begged pathetically, reaching a hand down to find your clit, working your bud in circles as your walls tightened around his thick cock. 

Your eyes were about to roll into the back of your head as you moaned senselessly, Bucky’s hand leaving your chest and nudging your own away from your clit. He replaced your hand and circled your clit perfectly as he continued rolling his hips into yours, his pace growing more erratic and the words leaving his beautiful lips growing filthier the closer he got to his own end. 

With one perfectly angled thrust, you were crying as your body shook at the intensity of your orgasm. Wave after wave of nerve tingling pleasure lighting you up as you rode out the high. Your toes curled, legs wrapped around him as much as they could be while he grabbed at your body, falling down closer to you as he moaned, holding your body tighter as he pumped his hips, “Fuck,” he growled as he pushed himself as deep inside of you as he could, his eyes squeezing shut, holding himself there as he came, his body shaking some as he attempted to thrust once more. 

You moaned at the feeling of him painting your walls, your hands in his hair as he buried his face in your neck, holding him to you. He stayed inside of you for a long minute as you both panted, trying to catch your breath, while he ensured he got all of his load out before he finally pushed himself up off of you, gently sliding out of you.

He flipped over next to you, laying on his back before he pulled you into him. Your hand rested on his chest as you laid in his left arm.

“Holy fuck,” you breathed, your fingers playing in his chest hair mindlessly as you worked to catch your breath.

His hand was running up and down your side soothingly as he moved to try and meet your eye.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice full of concern.

“Yeah,” you assured him. “I’m better than okay, honestly. That was…amazing.”

“Good, I’m glad,” he smiled, “but still, I’m sorry if I got carried away. I tend to run my mouth when I’m, uh,” he fumbled with his words, “ya know, in the moment.” 

He looked so bashful, you couldn’t help but laugh lightly at his expression.

“You just said all of what you just said, but you had trouble with that?” you tittered, rubbing his chest before turning further into him, laying on your side as he stayed on his back, propping his right hand under his head as he relaxed into the position. “But really, Bucky, you don’t have to apologize. I don’t know if you could tell, but…I really liked it,” you simpered sensually.

Bucky smiled at you as you leaned up to meet his lips in a soft kiss. 

“It’s probably way late now, right?” you asked as you pulled away from him. “I should probably head back.”

Bucky sat up after you, “Do you have to?” he asked softly.

You looked back at him, his blue eyes set on you. You nipped at your lower lip before shaking your head lightly. A new, sweeter excitement washing over you.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but you could stay for the night,” he offered. “I was hoping I could take you for breakfast in the morning?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the hopeful look in Bucky’s eyes as he waited for your response. That giddiness you felt earlier came over you once again as you held his gaze.

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

[unicornprintzz]

YOU’RE MINE☆

Dealer! Ellie x fem reader

☆Warning! Sexual tension, drug use, heavy make-out session, light smut MDNI!

☆The reader is considered a good girl and doesn't do drugs, but will hanging out with Ellie change that?

Ring ring

You looked away from your book and picked up your phone.

"Hi Dina"

"Hey boo! Are you free tonight?"

"Yeah, I am why?"

"Well I'm having a little party tonight at my place-- don't worry! it won't be more than 15 people"

"Sounds fun! Did it have to be on a school night?"

"Y/n I promise it won't go past 10"

"Okay, then I'll see you tonight.”

“Yay! I'll see you later then.”

You put your phone down and decided to go look for an outfit.

“Y/n! You're here” Dina said with glee. “Hi, Dina” you smiled, you looked around and frowned a little. “Dina you said no more than 15 people, this looks like 30” Dina gave you a nervous laugh, “Well, word got out that Ellie was gonna be at the party, so people insisted on coming like I couldn't say no! I'm such a nice person,” you looked at her and giggled, “It's fine anyways what were you saying about that Leah girl yesterday?” Dina smiled and pulled you to sit at the table with her. If there was one thing you and Dina were the best at, is gossiping about people who you both gave zero fucks about.

Some girl came up to Dina and grabbed her hand, “What is it, Lily?” Lily whispered in Dina’s ear and started giggling. “She actually came that's surprising, Y/n I’ll be back real soon!” Dina ran off with Lily and some other girls. You were confused about what they were talking about. You started scrolling on your phone until Dina came back.

“Hey boo! I’m back” Dina sat down with a smile on her face. You looked down at her pocket and rolled your eyes. “You know Dina you could have gotten some from Eugene for free.” Dina also rolled her eyes, “I’m too lazy to go to his house plus Ellie gives pretty girls discounts.” Dina whispered the last part. “Cool but still, you didn’t get it for free,” “Stop being an ass either way, Ellie is hot I’ll buy from her anytime.”

Dina got up and pulled you, “let's go dance!” you both got up and went to the dance floor. Things were getting hectic and you started to get pushed around. Some guy bumped into you hard and you fell back but caught yourself right in time, you looked behind you and realized instead of grabbing Dina, you grabbed somebody else, “Oh shit, you good?” the woman behind you said. “Oh my God Ellie I'm so sorry I didn't mean to grab you.” Ellie chuckled, “It’s all good Y/n.” You smiled and looked at Ellie a little too much for your liking. Dina from the other side of the dance floor looked at you two and smirked. She ran to you two and grabbed Ellie’s shoulder to pull her down to her level, “Ellie would you mind taking care of Y/n for a bit, I want to hang out with Lily for a bit, so can you stay with her because she's too sweet and innocent to be on her own around here y’know?” Dina looked at you and gave you an evil smirk. You gave Dina an offended look, but deep down you were excited, really excited.

Ellie looked at you and smiled, “Alright Dina I’ll take good care of Y/n.” Your heart skipped a beat hearing her say that. Dina giggled and walked off winking at you. “C’mere,” Ellie said as she reached her hand out to you. You grabbed her hand and you guys walked upstairs. You couldn’t tell if it was awkward or if you were just overthinking it. You guys walked into an empty room and closed the door. You sat on the end of the bed and Ellie leaned against the wall. You decided to say something to make things less awkward. “You’re pretty popular around here aren’t you.” Ellie looked at you and lightly laughed. “Yeah, I guess I am.” Ellie pulled out a joint and lit it. “You want some?” “No no, I'm good I don't do that stuff,” you said kind of embarrassed. “Bummer if you were this could have been for free,” you looked at her confused, “I thought you only gave discounts to certain people?” “Pretty girls get a discount,” Ellie corrected you. “Yeah that, so why are you offering that to me for free then?” Ellie smirked and walked towards you and leaned down where you were sitting. “Pretty girls get discounts, but beautiful girls get it for free,” Ellie whispered to you. You blushed and leaned back a little. Ellie grabbed you by the waist lightly and put you on her lap. “But now that I think about it, I’m glad a beautiful girl like you doesn’t do shit like this y’know?” You nodded shyly and wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

Ellie grabbed your face and pulled you closer, “Can I kiss you?” You nodded and your lips locked together. Ellie’s right hand went down to your ass and caressed it lightly. You pulled Ellie closer and started grabbing her hair. You guys pulled away for air. “Ellie” you whispered like you wanted more. “Fuck you’re perfect.” Ellie started attacking your neck, you let out light moans and grabbed her hair again. “Can I take off your shirt pretty girl?” “Mhm” you couldn’t even let out a proper response but you didn’t care. Ellie smirked and flicked her joint, “Ellie your joint!” you whispered scream, “I have better things to do princess.” Ellie took off your shirt and attacked your neck again. You guys were about to go further when the door opened. You got scared and covered your face in Ellie’s neck. Ellie held you tighter, “oh shit Ellie you’re gonna move on that fast?” The voice said. Ellie groaned and pulled off her jacket to put around you so your body won’t be seen.

“Cat, we broke up a year ago get the fuck over it.” Ellie said with a rasp in her voice. “So? We were still together, I don't want you dating another woman.” Ellie lightly pulled you off and stood up in front of Cat, “As I said for the millionth fucking time, we aren't together anymore and never will be again, just fucking leave already.” Cat looked pissed and hurt, she looked at you and walked away with a scoff.

Ellie sighed and looked at you, “fuck I'm sorry you had to witness that.” “It's okay Ellie it happens.” you smiled. Ellie grabbed you and gave you a big hug. “Y/n how are you so understanding? You're such a good girl.” Ellie whispered the last part. You blushed and hugged her back. “You wanna get out of here and go to my place?” “I'd love to Ellie.”

Ellie had her arm wrapped around your waist as you guys walked out of Dina’s party, you looked behind you and saw Dina with a shocked look, but quickly changed into an excited expression. Dina started signaling at her phone meaning she wants you to text her all the details. You gave her a nod and walked away with Ellie.

You guys walked to Ellie’s car, Ellie kindly opened the door for you. It smelled like weed, but honestly, you shouldn't even be surprised. Ellie got in the driver's seat and put one hand on the wheel. “Wanna get something to eat? My treat beautiful.” “That sounds amazing,” you said with a blush. “Then after that maybe you can stay over at my place for the night, how does that sound gorgeous?” Ellie placed her hand on your thigh rubbing it up and down.

You leaned in kissing Ellie, “That sounds perfect Ellie.” Ellie smiled and kissed you more deeply. You crawled over to her lap to deepen the kiss more. Things were getting more heated until-- HONK!-- “OH MY GOD!” you screamed, as you jumped seeing that you sat on the wheel making it honk. Your body was more up on Ellie now, your boobs squished up against Ellie tightly. Ellie was laughing hysterically in your boobs, while banging her feet on the car floor and smacking your ass, you gave her a pout, “what’s so funny!” You said to her trying to sound angry. “That shit was the funniest thing I have ever seen.” “Whatever.” You rolled your eyes. “Sweetheart I really like this view right now,” Ellie mumbled. You looked down slightly and just now realized that Ellie’s face was smashed against your boobs.

You blushed madly and covered your face. “Sh sh it’s okay Y/n don’t be embarrassed, I quite enjoyed it.” You covered your face in her neck. “Can we get food now please?” you mumbled still sounding embarrassed.

“Yeah princess I can definitely go for a burger right now.”

A/n- I’m still working on Stuck with me forever, I wish I can start it but school has been taking up all my time. Sorry if this story looks rushed it’s bc it was. Anyways lovelies should this have a part 2?🖤

[honeysuckleharringtons]

"Love and Pumpkin War" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: Steve and Reader have themselves a little pumpkin carving competition and it takes a much different turn than expected. All's fair in love and pumpkin carving, right?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1,102

Content Warning: mild sexual humor, mild swearing, food talk sorta (lots of pumpkin references), pumpkin guts are mentioned approximately 145294629452946 times, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: i also hate the summary yay! 😀

Originally Written: 10/26/2023

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"Okay, how'd I do?" Steve asked, showing off his newly carved pumpkin.

You nearly dropped your knife in exasperation. "How are you already finished?" you grumbled, a sense of defeat coming over you.

He started to say something, then snickered at himself. You raised an eyebrow at him as if to ask, What's so funny?

"I almost said, 'When I do something, I do it hard and fast,' but I don't think that's exactly how I should say it," he laughed, resulting in you tossing a couple of pumpkin seeds at his head.

"Never mind how fast you are," you said sarcastically, "How are you already finished when I've barely scraped all the insides out of mine?"

"Dunno. But seriously, how'd I do?" he asked, holding up his pumpkin.

The pumpkin was supposed to be a regular Jack-O-Lantern, save for heart shaped eyes instead of triangles. Steve claimed the heart eyes would send off the right signal to any 'hot chicks' passing by his house, which gained him a sarcastic laugh from you. However, the hearts came out closer to ovals, the smile was almost perfectly horizontal, and he'd forgotten to give it a nose.

Still, in the spirit of wanting to win, you told him, "It looks pretty good, Steve."

"Why do I get the feeling you're lying to me?" he asked, hands on his hips. Of course, you were lying, but he didn't have to know that.

Soon enough, you were finished with your own carving, showing off your creation to the brunette across from you. Yours was a perfectly carved moon, surrounded by dainty little stars. Sure, you'd used a stencil while Steve was busy at work on his own pumpkin, but he didn't have to know that either.

"How the hell did yours come out perfect and mine looks like a five-year-old did it?" Steve complained.

A smug smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "I'll take my five dollars now."

His mouth flew open in shock. In one swift motion, he was tossing a handful of pumpkin guts, as he'd been calling them, directly at you. "I know you cheated somehow!"

In rebuttal, you were tossing pumpkin goo in his direction, a loud smack! sounding through the room as it hit his hard chest. You knew his mother would kill you both when she came home to see her kitchen covered in orange gunk, but neither of you seemed to care.

Seeds and slime flew back and forth like bullets on a battlefield, squeals and laughs filling the air as the two of you chased each other around the kitchen. At one point, you'd pretended to go one way just so you could sneak around him and dump a handful of pumpkin seeds and goo right into his hair, earning you a loud noise of aggravation from the man.

You'd gotten a bit carried away, almost forgetting about the gunk that now covered the floor. In an instant, your foot was slipping in a small pile of pumpkin, and you braced yourself for contact with the floor. But a loud smack against the floor never came, and instead, Steve's hand was wrapping around your wrist and pulling you back up.

You swore a jolt of electricity shot through you at his touch, his fingertips wrapped almost too tightly around your skin as he held you up. Laughter ceased from both of you, being replaced instead by heavy breaths and deep eye contact. It never really occurred to you just how pretty his eyes were. Sure, he was your best friend and you'd looked into his eyes countless times. But you'd never stopped to admire the tiny swirls of green mixed in with the deep brown that colored Steve's irises.

Butterflies floated around in your tummy as he still held your wrist, a look of concern prominent in his features. Steve might as well have been staring a hole straight through you, his eyes filled with worry from your slipping.

As if he could hear your thoughts, Steve was stuttering some form of inquiry about your current state as he looked over you. "A-Are you okay?" he managed, still not having released your arm from his grip.

You nodded, though between the seriousness swirling in his eyes and his electric touch on your skin, you were feeling quite the opposite of okay.

You'd never really thought about Steve like this. Having a crush on him was strictly off the table, considering you definitely weren't his type. And you certainly didn't want to cross any boundaries and ruin your nearly lifelong friendship with him. But when you stopped to consider all the little glances he'd shot your way in high school, all the little acts of kindness he'd done for you over the years, it was hard not to consider the idea of having crushes on each other.

As if once again reading your thoughts, he was finally removing his hand from your wrist, his finger moving up to a lock of loose hair and sliding it behind your ear. His look of worry had changed to one you couldn't quite recognize. But when his lips landed on yours, you recognized the look as one of want, a craving for you.

His kiss sent little jolts shooting through your veins, the scent of pumpkin and cologne filling your senses as you kissed him back. The butterflies from before had returned, dancing and floating around in your belly at the way he tasted, the way he felt.

Embarrassment heated up his cheeks as he pulled away, his face turning cherry red as he realized what he'd done. "I'm sorry," he apologized, suddenly looking anywhere but at you.

This time, your fingers shot out and wrapped around his wrist, catching him before he had the chance to run away. "Don't be. I didn't mind it."

His brows furrowed at your words. "You didn't?"

You shook your head, leaning up to place a soft kiss on his cheek. "Between you and me, I kinda liked it."

A smirk came to his lips as he glanced around the room, taking in the sight of the mess you both had made. "Just between you and me," he paused, lips coming close to your mouth, though never making contact. Unbeknownst to you, he'd reached around you and grabbed a certain piece of paper, before holding it up in front of you. "I knew about the stencil."

This time, his lips were met with a big scoop of pumpkin guts. And so the battle continued on, the Harrington kitchen being filled with kisses and slime.

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[scribble-brain-aced]

for pride month, i have:

a list of how the hazbin hotel had their gay awakening. (or lesbian, or bi, or trans, or aroace, pan, etc)

Charlie: she watched Sleeping Beauty, the year after it came out. she looked at Snow White and thought “wow, she’s so pretty.. but also Price Florian.. wait.” because this was in 1938, she didn’t know what bisexuality was, but she knew and accepted her feelings, because it wasn’t a big deal to her. in the 1970s, she found the label for it— bisexuality— and thought “OH THERE’S A NAME FOR THIS, YAY!” and that was that.

Vaggie: when she was still alive, in 2010, a friend sent her a photo of a genderbent character from some TV show, and her first thought was “oh, okay, i see why everyone’s in love with them now. …wait.” she spent the next 20 minutes looking up female versions of characters and realizing “oh. OH THAT EXPLAINS SO MUCH” (based on my own story)

Angel: honestly, he can’t really say. he just kinda knew from the beginning that men were just hot, and he’d marry a guy if he could. molly just assumed he meant “yeah, men are just better than women” and went along with it, even though she personally thought both were radiantly beautiful. (she found out what pansexual meant in 1972.)

Husk: he has no idea. if asked, he just shrugs and goes “any hole is a goal, i couldn’t care less.” at one point, Angel just shoved a poster at him, Husk read it and was like “oh. i guess that’s me.” pretty chill reaction, just continued his normal day, but kept thinking “okay, wow, that’s ME.”

Sir Pentious: he just thought all people liked both men and women, but because of societal rules and whatever, they had to wait until they had a crush on the opposite gender. ..what do you mean thats not what being straight is. (he only found out what bisexuality was after he came to the Hotel and Charlie had a bi flag pin. he asked her what country that was, and she had to sit him down to explain the concept of LGBTQ+, and no, it is ABSOLUTELY NOT a mental illness, wtf, you’re fine, buddy, go be happy.)

Alastor: post-season 1, like three people separately wished him a happy asexual awareness week and he was so confused, he asked Angel to look up ‘a sexual’ on his phone because he couldn’t find anything at the library. (he was looking at the outdated library in cannibal town.) he read the definition, and locked himself in his room for the rest of the day. if anybody heard muffled screaming and somehow-happy-sounding swearing, nobody mentioned it.

Vox: pfft, what? no, he’s not gay! he’s perfectly straight! is it gay to say that men are just as good at women? …Val, what do you MEAN ‘no but yes’? (Valentino explained the entire history of LGBTQ+, stressing bisexuality. Vox just said “okay, okay, hear me out.. there’s a whole month for them, right? their whole thing is rainbows? what if we paint all of our logos rainbow-colored? they’d buy it!” Valentino gave up, because Vox just COULD NOT comprehend what he was trying to say. but he keeps sending bisexual memes to Vox.)

Valentino: he just always knew. come on, everyone’s hot, unless they aren’t. even better if they can be exploited. that’s all there is to it.

Velvette: pfft, she grew up with social media, she’s known about this shit since she was a kid. fuck love, fuck fucking, she’d rather pester Vox into making cheesy garlic bread. the guy’s a bitch, but he makes good cheesy garlic bread.

Baxter: back before he and sir pentious became bitter enemies, they were both talking about.. whatever. at one point, they got on the topic of clothing, and Baxter— then Bella— griped that he hated how dresses felt. too heavy, too annoying, and it made him feel sick, anyway. suits were just better, not just because they’re lighter. man, he wished he were a boy. pentious asked if he wanted to be a boy in general, not just for the suits, and after a moment, Baxter excused himself quickly to go find something in his library, shooing Pentious out of the house. a couple days later, he came out, transitioned, all that. the only reason he doesn’t cut off his light-lure thingy is because it’s useful. other than that, he avoids looking at it as much as possible.

[madneedshelp]

Thrill of the Chase - Billy Hargrove x FReader

Summary: You turn down Billy for a date, but that only makes him want you more. After all, in a school where girls throw themselves at him right and left, what’s more intriguing than someone who wants nothing to do with him? However, in the end he learns the valuable lesson that women are people and not sex objects and everyone has value. Yay, character development!

Warnings: language, mentions of sex

Part Two

“I’m sorry, did you say no?”

You huffed out a sigh as you slammed your locker door. Spinning on your heel to face him, you plastered on a falsely sweet smile. 

“That’s right, Hargrove, I said no. Now, I’m going to English and you’re going to leave me alone and go wherever the hell you go for first period.” 

As you walked away, you could practically feel the annoyance radiating off of Billy. You weren’t sure why Billy Hargrove just asked out, but you wanted nothing to do with him. Enough of the girls around school talked about how he treated them. His usual M.O. seemed to consist of a date, a hookup, and then avoidance. You figured you could beat him to the avoidance part and skip the whole mess. Hot isn’t always worth it. 

What you didn’t know, however, was that the annoyance Billy felt was mixed with desire. He wasn’t used to girls turning him down. From the moment he pulled up to Hawkins High School, he’d been the main object of the female gaze. As he was beginning to realize, you were a bit different. It was a sort of mystery to him, and to be honest, he kind of liked it. 

The next day, you found Billy waiting at your car after school. That earned him an eyeroll as you shoved you backpack into the passenger seat. 

You leaned against the side of the car with your arms folded. “Are you going to keep standing there, or are you going to let me leave? Can’t say I want to be at this place any longer than I have to.”

Billy let out a low chuckle as he took a step back from the car and shot you a smug smile. “Go out with me, sweetheart. I promise it’ll be a good time.”

“What’s my last name?”

The response came out of nowhere. Last name? What the fuck did that have to do with anything? Billy was about to spit it out and win him a date, but then he realized no name was coming to mind. His silence was his answer. 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. See, Hargrove, why would you want to go out with me? You don’t even know me. Hell, you don’t even really know my name. All I’m saying is most people don’t go out with people they don’t know unless they want something, and I’m not interested. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going home.” You paced around to the driver’s side and climbed inside. 

Even if you didn’t want to go out with him, you still felt a little hurt that the boy didn’t even know your name. It was a small town. The student body of Hawkins High wasn’t large by any means. Not even a guess from the man in question, not a single attempt. 

—------------------

You felt a mix of emotions when you were greeted by your admirer the next morning. Mild annoyance, tiredness, but maybe you were just the slightest bit entertained. 

“Good morning, Y/N L/N.” Billy smirked, putting heavy emphasis on your last name. 

His cocky smile turned tight when you met him with mocking applause. “Good job for doing your homework. Also, can I go ahead and ask if this is going to be a thing? You showing up around every corner?” 

“What can I say, sweetheart? I’m charmingly stubborn.” 

You huffed a skeptical laugh. “I’m not sure I would qualify this as charming. And knock it off with the ‘sweetheart’ bullshit. Please and thanks.”

He gave you a disappointed look that was so obviously fake, but you had no doubt that it hadn’t convinced his past conquests. “Come on, don’t I get any points for being a gentleman and greeting you with your full name? Maybe I do know you, Y/N.”

“Billy, you know the absolute bare minimum about me, and I’m sure you just asked Tommy or Carol about my name 10 minutes ago. I appreciate the effort, but I really should go.” 

Before he could say anything else, you breezed past him and headed for your best friend, Beth, where she stood at her car. You knew she saw the whole thing just based on the way she was looking at you. 

“Pick your jaw up off the floor, Bethany, English class awaits us.” You raised a disapproving eyebrow at her. 

“Listen, you can’t blame me for being a little shocked. Billy fucking Hargrove has hit on you like three times now. Three! And you’ve resisted every single time!” Beth elbowed you lightly. 

You shook your head with a sigh. “I just don’t get why everyone drops their panties as soon as he so much as glances their way. He’s kind of an ass.”

“Oh, but he’s a hot piece of ass, my friend. Most of us aren’t too concerned about what’s on the inside.” She giggled. 

“Hey now, you’re no better than he is!” You laughed at her. “You can’t tell me he sleeps with half the female population here because they’re kind-hearted souls with absolutely riveting personalities.”

“You’re probably right about both, but you’re better than me anyways. If he showed up at my locker or my car like he did you, I’d be another notch in that bedpost.” 

You and Beth dissolved into chuckles as you made your way into class. However, the two of you were completely unaware of the fact that Tommy H. had been in the hall right outside and heard the entire conversation go down. 

Tommy knew Billy had been thirsting for you for a little bit now. But why wouldn’t he? Yeah, Tommy had Carol (most of the time), but anyone with eyes could admit you were hot. He didn’t even stop to think about whether he should tell Billy about this. The information was too good to keep to himself. He headed straight down the hall for the science classroom to catch his friend before he went in.

“Hey, man, you’ll never guess who was talking about you.” Tommy wore a wicked grin. “Y/N!”

Billy froze in his tracks. He didn’t particularly want to talk to Tommy right then, but that changed his mind. “What did you hear?”

“Okay so get this shit, she’s whining to that girl she’s always with, Becky or whatever, about how you just want to fuck her and that’s it. Like no shit? What does she expect, a proposal? What a fucking bitch.” Tommy laughed, eyeing Billy as he waited for him to join in.

Billy didn’t start laughing though. Usually he would, but something didn’t sit right with him. He definitely didn’t like Tommy calling you a bitch, but it was more than that. It was more than he had time to dwell on right then. 

“Whatever, man, I’ll see you at lunch.” Billy mumbled and pushed past Tommy and into the classroom. 

Billy’s mind stayed on you for the rest of the school day, despite his best efforts at distraction. And it wasn’t the usual focus he had on girls. He felt bothered by his interaction with you this morning and his conversation with Tommy before class. 

Of course you wouldn’t think he was actually interested. Maybe he hadn’t been at first, at least not for the right reasons. He was now, though. He wanted to know you. You were different in the aspect that you didn’t just do whatever you thought would make you seem appealing. You were one of the few people that didn’t seem to be a complete kiss-ass at this school. 

He also decided that he didn’t want you to think he was a piece of shit. Based on what he heard from Tommy, he was pretty sure your opinion of him wasn’t stellar. Maybe his dad, and Max, and his teachers, and whoever else thought he wasn’t worth anyone’s time, but he didn’t want you to be on that list. 

He figured he might have one last shot at this, so he headed for your car one more time after school.

—------------------

You were kind of expecting Billy to be waiting for you at the end of school. It was becoming a sort of odd tradition in your life, and you mentally prepared yourself for the same conversation to happen yet again.

“How did I know you’d be here?” You called as you approached the car.

He raised his shoulders slightly in a lazy shrug. “Looks like you’re pretty clever.”

“Among other things.” You smirked.

“Yeah? Well I’d like to know about those.” He stood up from his slouch and moved away from your passenger door. 

You opened it and slung your backpack inside before turning to face him again. “Call me crazy, but I think we’ve been over this. A few times, actually.”

He shook his head, expression growing more serious. “I know we have, but I just want to be clear, sweetheart. I want to actually get to know you, and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to do that if you won’t even talk to me.”

“Bold of you to assume I want to get to know you, sweetheart.” You raised an eyebrow, but you were surprised to feel your cheeks heating. You couldn’t fall for this shit. Sure, he seemed genuine, but you didn’t know him enough to tell. Oh.

You didn’t really know him, did you? You were going based off of word-of-mouth from your peers, not any interactions you’d really had with him. As you were realizing that maybe you weren’t in such a good position to judge him, a tinge of regret from your last snarky comment seeped in.

He chuckled darkly at your comment anyways. It was the kind of laugh that made you wonder if people had made him feel kind of shitty pretty often. 

“Listen, maybe you don’t, and if that’s true I’ll leave you alone. All I’m saying is I kinda like you, and I would like to take you out on a date. So we can talk. That’s it.” 

You weren’t entirely sure how to respond to that. Just because you felt bad about basing his entire personality on rumors didn’t mean you should completely disregard them. He did sleep around. Although you’d never heard of him…forcing himself on anyone, so it wasn’t necessarily that going on a date would be dangerous. 

You did note that his gaze was different from the very first time he approached you. The first time he was looking at you like you were some sort of prize that he wanted to win. Now the hungry gleam was gone from his eyes. 

The silence lasted a moment too long, and Billy took that as his answer. He nodded like he was confirming he understood something and started to get in the car.

God, you were stupid. You were about to do something probably very dumb. Your inner train of thought was a mess of conflicting voices, but you decided to just pick one and go for it. 

“Six!” You shouted.

He shot you a confused glance. “What?”

“Pick me up at 6 tomorrow night. One date, Hargrove, that’s all I’m guaranteeing. And you better not try anything.” You put on your best nonchalant voice as you tried to regain your composure for that brief outburst. 

A faint grin formed on his features. “Wouldn’t dream of it. See you at 6…sweetheart.”

[sanjisblackasswife]

now what about virgin!zoro sleeping with the reader for the first time 🤭

A/N: Aww yay more virgin content for the W😭🤍🫶🏾 okie dokie I gotchu! Tysm for the request! Enjoy!

“I Want Everytime to Feel Like This” Virgin! Zoro x Slightly Experienced! Reader (NSFW/FLUFF)

WC: 2.9k

Bad Summary: Zoro’s girlfriend always wanted to go the next level with her new boyfriend Zoro, but he always seemed reluctant in doing so which causes her to feel a bit insecure

Black Chubby/Thick Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Needy!Zoro, Reader is older than Zoro, Fingering, Lots of Kissing, Reader is in Control, but not like a Dom Reader Kinda Way(?), Riding, Ball Sucking, Finger Sucking, A lot of Sucking, Vaginal Sex, Mentions of Anal, Oral Sex, Zoro Gets Overstimulated, Also not Proofread yet

“You’re…a Virgin?”

“Tch…no need to be so dramatic about it so what?!”

-

You couldn’t really recall the day you and Zoro became partners romantically. You’ve known him for a few years now and in that time he never once been the type to seem interested in being in a relationship just like his Captain.

It kind of just happened. You and him had a small bicker back and fourth that turned into a full blown argument until Zoro kissed you and confessed how he truly felt. It was hard for the man, keeping his feeings bottled up, but you were stubborn and kept pestering him, you kept getting close when he tried pushing away. You were probably one of the few people that could break Zoro like that.

Well fast forward now and you both are in a strong relationship with no complaints.

Except one.

Zoro Never was the type to initiate sex. You both never had gone as far as making out, but every single time you begin to fondle his pants to straddle him he pushes you back and talks about how tired he is. It’s been a year you both have been together and it started to get to you? He wasn’t a religious man, he didn’t believe in much so clearly it wasn’t his own morals stopping him from getting further in bed with you.

Did he not trust you?

Maybe you weren’t that attractive to him?

Well tonight was a perfect night to ask.

You both were just laying on your bed, too tired to get up and do something, but too awake to fall asleep. you both just relaxed in your room for the night after a bath. Boredom and a little horniness took over so you began to kiss and pepper his face and he didn’t mind it until the kissing turned hot and heavy. But like clock work Zoro sat up and denied you access.

Your face scrunched up, not even hiding the irritation you had, it made Zoro buff and look away in embarrassment, lips glossy from yours, his breathing was heavy. Clearly he wanted more, but it was like he just couldn’t .

“Zo…what’s wrong…” Your Voice was soft despite the agitation you wore on your face. “Hm? Talk to me.”

You hands touched his tanned cheek. Whether the grumpy green head admit it or not he loved how gentle you can be towards him in situations like this.

“Nothing. Just tired.” He plainly responded trying to guide you off of him but you sat stubbornly still making his eyes shoot at you.

“No you’re not. Zoro y—-are you …are you um…are you still attracted to me?”

He knew why you’d ask that but it still didn’t erase the disbelief he showed you.

-ZORO’s Pov-

I cant believe she’s ask me that stupid ass question!

Of course I’m attracted to her?!

Y/N is fucking breath taking.

She’s radiant.

She’s beautiful

She makes my stomach hurt in the best way when I look at her beautiful eyes.

And her body….

Dammit i should just tell her the truth it’s been going on for too long now!

“I am.” I responded. Fuck i wish I could talk to her better.

“Then…why haven’t we…ever….”

She takes her hand away from my face and look away, she looked so cute squirming above me trying to find her words. She’s not as bad as me but it’s still nice to see her struggle her way through.

“Why haven’t we ever had sex….”

I knew she’d ask me that.

I sigh.

“If you don’t want to or you’re waiting it’s fine I just…you didnt peg me as the typ—“

“I’m a virgin.”

Her eyes grow like ten times the size and she jumped back a little as if I told her some bad news. Can this woman be more embarrassing?!

“You’re—“

“YESSSS.” I cut her off groaning. It’s been 40 seconds and she kept repeating “YoUrE a ViRgIn?!”

She kept staring at me with an unreadable expression? She looked like she wanted to talk shit about it. As if I cared. I don’t give a damn about not having sex. It’s not that big of a deal.

“Well I’m not.” She said confidently shrugging.

WHAT?!

“Youre—you’re not?!”

“Nope.” She sighed laying on top of my chest, “Loss it when I was 19.”

“…that was —“

“2 years ago mmhmmm. Long before you, but that’s not important….Zoro i don’t care that You’re a Virgin. Or if that’s ganna make me not want or something—“

“I don’t give a shit either!”

“THEN WHY HAVENT WE HAD SEX??”

“I…”

Dammit.

There was no reason I just…

Didn’t want to disappoint her with my lack of experience.

“How about this.” She sat up, breast bouncing in the process in my face. “If you want…let’s go slow…i don’t care if you had no experience i can just teach you. You’re a fast learner anyways.”

Before I can respond she smashes her lips into mine for a moment, nearly picking back up the make out session we had earlier but she pushes away this time and giggles.

“…would you like to go further tonight?”

Zoro grumbled turning to hide his pink face. He would never admit he did always wanted to go further after their first kiss but now that you’re offering he doesn’t really know how to respond. You laugh before taking his hand and peppering his sore knuckles in kisses. He never experienced this level of sensual movements from you, your eyes never parted from his dark ones as each knuckle was getting the same amount of attention. His lips were parted anticipating how far you’d go until you popped his middle and ring finger in your mouth

Zoro felt his stomach drop for the first time in years. Your tongue wrapped around his digits like a snake wrapping around its prey. Granted this wasn’t your plan to be this damn lewd but you couldn’t help it you just couldn’t help it when it came down to your boyfriend Roronoa Zoro.

You popped them out, a small spit trail gracefully falling on you chin not caring to wipe it so the green haired swordsman reached with his free hand to do so, but you kissed him instead. His breathing through his nose was harsh and stuttering at your boldness.

“Answer me, Zoro…do…” You pushed him back, you finger trailing down his scar, threatening to touch his nipple, down to his v-line where his shorts were so horribly covering his growing erection you chose to ignore, “you want to further this?”

Zoro clears his throat swallowing hard looking at your breast free from any bra or tight clothing swing above him under your big shirt,

“Yes. But let’s go slow.”

That was all you needed to hear to give his tantalizing neck a lick, kiss and a suck.

“Fuck…” He huffed put hands thrown on your waist to press his thumbs down on you tightly. You never got to kiss him there, Zoro held his breath from holding back any moans, but that wasn’t until you peppered your way down to said nipple, almost as if you read his mind and teasingly flicked the tip of your tongue on the sensitive little thing. “D-don’t do that?!”

He sounded so unsure. But that wasn’t even the main issue here Zoro stuttering!? This was revolutionary ! As much as you wanted to look up and smile to poke fun, you felt a poke at your tummy. You smirk, hand sneaking to his hard on making estimates with your palm of how big he really was.

“Are you ganna keep rubbing my cock through my pants or are you going to do something about it….it’s your fault.”

“Aww.” You look up and him biting your lip, smiling. “Don’t make me blush. I’m already doing that to you.”

“Tch..shut up!”

You snicker pulling down his pants and boxers, he lifts hi hips a little to assist and the moment he notices the look on your face as his cock bounces against his lower abdomen he grows a sly smirk throwing his arms in the back of his head.

“You act like you never seen one—“

“Shut up ! Let me just…” You throw off the shirt and toss away your panties. You completely forgot Zoro never seen you naked so it was a treat to see him so flustered at the sight of you,

“What? YoU aCt lIkE yOu—“

“You’re Beautiful.”

His voice was deadpanned, but it was a genuine compliment. His eyes didn’t tear from your body, absorbing it all like he wasn’t going to see it again. You climb back on him to kiss him once more,

“Thank you.” Was all you replied before trailing your kisses down his body leaving a shock hit his spine with each peck, you kneel comfortably beside his legs and grab ahold of his cock stroking it firmly until you spit on it a little for extra lube.

You shoved as much as you could in his mouth leaving the remainder to be stroked with one hand and your other massaging his balls, Zoro began to breathe ragged, groaning through his teeth on how well you were to take him in.

“Shit!” He cursed immediately pushing back some of your hair to see your covered face, your back was now arched beautifully, toes subtly curling as you sucked Zoro’s cock. You licked from the base to the tip and then all the way down to his balls , “FUCK!”

You sucked them while slowly rubbing your now wet hand on his shaft at a steady pace. You started to feel his cock twitch and his hips buck. He must have been close to cumming.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!! Don’t stop please!”

You went back to lick his slit then his entire tip before you get your tongue get sprayed with his hot seed. You grimace a bit at the taste, mostly because you never been the swallow kind of girl, but this was Zoro.

He deserved it.

You didn’t stop though you kept lightly pumping his cock for more and though he wanted to push you away his body kept begging.

“Shit! I—“

Kissing him again he lowly growls in your mouth pulling your closer now chest to chest, Zoro couldn’t stop going even if he wanted to. He thought he was a damn fool to have not at least done oral sex with you before in the past, recalling all the times you’ve offered.

“Let me…let me…”

You tilt your head at him with a confused expression,

“I want to return the favor.”

It’s almost shameful how excited you were, but you had to quickly pull yourself together and decline, but Zoro wasn’t having any of that.

“This is about you—“

“It’s about us, Y/N.” He moves you to lay down now on top of your smaller form, his skin tone was so pretty under the moonlight and sweating, “Just show me…”

“Show you what…”

“Tch…” He looks away for a moment, knowing you’re making him speak because you’re probably getting off to it, “Teach me….—“

“Teach me how to eat that pussy of yours.”

Your body immediately melted. His voice was so low you thought maybe he was threatening you, toying with you, a menacing grin sneaked through his lips before planting a sweet kiss on you, mimicking you taunts by trailing his open mouth kisses on your body, spreading your thighs apart embarrassingly wide.

Zoro admired the wetness of your cunt, all for him? He was about to have the time of his life.

He kissed your clit, a small remnant of your juices stained his lips and tongue giving him his first taste of you, Sake, Onigiri, nothing could compare to your taste.

He needed more.

“Z-ZO!” Your back snapped upwards with one hand gripping his hair, his tongue was exploring you whole not missing any area until he finally stuck it inside you, “ZORO!”

Her taste was so damn addicting.

She was bladdering on on how I needed to slow down but fuck that I can’t believe I took this long, and from her moans and the way she keeps pushing me in with he legs I must be a prodigy at this.

She kept crying my name until she came inside my mouth squirting a little, it was cute. I don’t think she’s ever done that.

“I….I’m sorry.” She covered her face but I pulled them back grabbing her cheeks to push my tongue in her mouth.

“Don’t be sorry.”

I looked back down and I just couldn’t help myself. I rubbed my two fingers on her slit, she was so wet I kept slipping off her clit.

“Just like that…” Y/N’s voice was so gentle, it was also mixed in with her sexy ass moans she kept doing, she felt so fucking good taking my fingers so well.

I sped up my pace now full blown scissoring her, I used my thumb to press down on her clit and trace circles, shit her legs began to twitch.

“Oh Zo! Yes!” She cried out, her hands were reaching for something to grab so I let go of her thigh and intertwined my fingers with hers, she was so hot to the touch, y/n looked at me with her low lids, mouth parted trying to fix her unsteady breaths as I kept going. She looked like she wanted to tell me something?

“Kiss me, Zo…”

I swallowed the lump in my throat before I bent over to kiss her. She felt so good, she sounded so good, everything about her was so perfect I couldn’t take it. Her other free hand rubbing my scalp as she sucked the fuck out of my tongue, begging to taste herself again mixed with my spit. I pulled away, a spit line following down her chest as I latch on to her perk nipples, I nearly forgot—

I needed to mark her up.

I latched back into her neck leaving one hickey right below her jawline, I sucked and kissed all the way down until I reached her breast and I made a mess of them too. She pushed me off a little whining and climbed back on top of me panting and I took the opportunity to slap her ass.

Fuck I can’t wait until we do this again.

“Shit..” i mumble, She didn’t waste anytime rubbing her slit on my cock, her pretty little tits bounced in my face as I sat up to be completely eye to eye to her.

“‘M ganna…put it in…” she whispers hovering over me.

“Then fucking do it…if you can handle it.” I taunt in her ear.

She squints at me and scoffs, without any words I watch her slowly sink onto my cock, she was tight as all hell, but

“So warm…” I mumble, she grabs ahold of my hands peppering them in kisses again and then my face before she slammed herself on me having us both moan out in each others mouths, “A-are you okay?! Did you slip?!”

“No I didn’t—ah—slip dumbass I meant to do that!”

She’s such a fucking liar.

“You sure I’m not in your a—“

“Shut up!” She yelled looking up, adjusting to my size, I sit and wait, I’d rather be in this position all night then to have her feel uncomfortable for my sake.

“Okay..”. She huffs looking in my eyes, she looked so beautiful trying to keep her composure as I was inside her, “I’m going to move now…”

We lock fingers and she begins to bounce.

“Ah!” Her voice hums with each time she lowers herself, “Ah—-Zo you…feel so good!”

“Y-you! Tooo fuck can you go any faster now?!”

She pushes me on my back again and rest her hands on my chest now grinding and bouncing in a rhythm that’s already about to make me fucking—-

“CU—Fuck I’m cuming!”

I damn near Bit off my lip feeling her lightly chuckling and continuously grind above me. Fuck there goes that painful overstim…

“Want me to keep going?” She teased but her body didn’t act like she was threatening to stop.

“Y-yes! Please y/n!”

..can’t believe I’m begging right now, but I don’t care she felt too good!

She picked up her pace now going up and down, her ass hitting my thighs as I kept hearing the wet noises from her pussy clenching on my cum coated cock now dripping down my balls onto the sheets.

“Zo!” She squeezed my hands with her eyes shut Stil moving, “I’m close baby!”

“I am too cum with me sweetheart!”

I pulled her close to ride her orgasm out with me, her legs twitched on my sides, her face buried in my neck cuming and humping my cock like the little cute slut she was.

When we both calmed down it was a comfortable silence, my eyes were shut with my arms around her still quivering body, our cum oozing out while she cockwarmed me and I felt her play with my earrings.

“Stop That.”

“Hmmm…” She sighed kissing my hot cheek, “You’re so pretty Zo…”

“Shut up…”

“You look Even prettier between my legs.”

“Yeah…and you look hotter with my cock in your slutty mouth.”

We share a small laugh, y/n yawns and I throw the blanket over the both of us pulling her up by her ass to get comfortable. Hope she don’t mind warming me for the night.

“Thank you for trusting me Zo…” she kisses me cheek tenderly, “I love you.”

“…I love you, too…”

“Awwww look at you all soft and stuff after getting some pussy!” She sung squeezing my cheek.

“SHUT UP Y/N!”

[lady-margaret]

bridgerton season 3 part 1 opinion (as someone who has read all the books + is kathony biased so be warned)

after sitting and stewing on what i just watched for a few hours

i’d like to start this off by saying that due to my disappointment of the writing from the last season, i was way more gracious with this one. kate and anthony were great because of simone and jonathan; i’m not sure the writers had much to do with that.

anyway, what i’m saying is that i already knew not to expect the writers to be faithful to the source material (romancing mr. bridgerton), so i was able to enjoy myself more. additionally, polin’s book isn’t exactly a favorite of mine anyway, so there wasn’t a lot to be too disappointed with in my case.

what i liked:

penelope’s wardrobe; they hyped up the “transformation” so much and i’m glad it did not disappoint.

colin’s hot 😌

eloise’ wardrobe; someone pointed out that it had a lot of philip references, so yay 😀 (it has me worried that it’ll be her story next though, we need ben first)

eloise interacting with the other ladies of the ton was really cute and refreshing; she’s learning that despite them having different interests than her, they are still people of great value. the difference is eloise was raised in a loving and supportive family, unlike most of the others.

sibling’s g&h’s personalities coming through more (they are anthony’s children, truly).

featherington sisters as comic relief.

MARRIED KATHONY CRUMBS 💕💕💕 they carried episode 1 for me.

FRANCESCA 💕💕💕 gorgeous introvert representation.

FRANNY AND JOHN 💕💕💕 (i am both ready and NOT ready to get hurt 🥹)

book references (yay! the bare minimum!)

lord debling’s dope.

i actually do like that they gave cressida a legitimate reason to want to win the competition money to unmask LW in the second part.

the music choices haven’t disappointed yet!!!!!

colin’s line for the season is def the “well are you gonna marry me or not?” line HEHEHEHEHE i ALMOST screamed as loud as i did when john entered when he said that line to pen.

as an army, plus points for dynamite 🤭 i didn’t expect to like the orchestral version and didn’t see the vision of where they would even insert it, but i actually liveddd for it.

what i don’t really have strong feelings about:

mondrich plot; alice is beautiful but the addition of their family storyline didn’t make much of a lasting impact.

the queen; she was very meh so far.

the featherington storyline: the sisters are funny, but their whole situation mixed with the humor leads me not to take it very seriously.

violet x lady danbury’s brother: 🤷‍♀️ i don’t see it.

the “lady danbury’s brother” storyline in general is very forgettable.

what i disliked:

i think nicola and luke could use more chemistry; they fall short compared to daphne&simon and kathony (HEAVY ON KATHONY THIS IS WHY THEY REMOVED THEM FROM THE REST OF THE EPISODES SIGH)

they kinda mischaracterized colin (he spent the last two seasons being selfish and putting himself above everyone else violet, what the hell are you talking about “you never place yourself over others” 🤨)

the lack of ben time?? did he go back to the academy after taking over for anthony briefly??? what did he do besides dodging debutantes all season????

they glossed over benedict running the estate so quickly; this could have been an opportunity to draw out his storyline, especially since he mentioned that he liked having a purpose: WRITERS???? DO SOMETHING WITH THAT!

i also didn’t really care for the ben x tilly arnold plot; unless sophie’s actually a maid of her’s or something, i don’t see her point in the show besides just be another one of ben’s ever changing girl of the season.

im sorry but eloise would never SHOULD NEVER have befriended her (ex?) best friend’s bully, no matter what the circumstances. that is NOT eloise.

honestly, them revealing whistledown in the first season is really screwing with the writing; in this regard, i wish they stayed more faithful to the book and how colin finds out about LW. it all just seems so messy at this point.

so s3 starts when kathony end their honeymoon… how long was this honeymoon? math isn’t mathing cuz it couldn’t have been more than a week given that kate isn’t obviously pregnant yet in the first ep.

i know that colin and pen are longtime friends, but from how they’ve interacted with each other in the past seasons, it’s a bit harder to believe that they were close CLOSE friends; close friends to the extent of helping the other find a spouse through “lessons”? i don’t see it. that’s why i was a bit ??? when i first found out about the plot they were going with for the season (in the book, colin really just starts following her around cuz she was being sus)

i hate that they had to come up with an excuse to get rid of kathony for the rest of the episodes; i get that they’ve been running their separate households alone for most of their lives and want a break but… i don’t think they would abandon their responsibilities for an “extended honeymoon”. knowing them, running the estate isn’t gonna stop them from being wh0res!! they help each other out with the estate and are still sickeningly in love and have time for each other (in the books). i was also really hoping to see kate taking over the viscountess role. i swore they would have done something like that after that cute/awkward moment when they both respond to “lady bridgerton” in episode 1.

i get that it’s established that penelope’s one goal for the season is to get a husband, but as i know her character, she would NEVER get into races (?) or run just so she can talk to a suitor before anyone else does 😭 okay but it was funny.

i am kinda sad that they couldn’t have just let a mean character or a villain character be the villain character; yea sure, i did say that i liked that cressida had a legitimate and well thought out motive for wanting the LW reward money but, idk i could’ve lived without her storyline.

one of the BIGGEST THINGS for me is that i do not think they should have released so many clips/snippets of the show days or weeks before it came out. i understand like 1 clip, but i skipped SO MANY SCENES because i have watched them at least 5 times already on tiktok or twitter.

the two part season idea is dumb.

i’m scared for how messy part 2 will be (in terms of both writing and just how stressed i will be with the revealing of LW plot HUHU poor pen) but i’m still looking forward to it 😇😇😇 and despite all the things i didn’t like, i did still enjoy it. if i do rewatch it or not is still to be decided; s1 & s2 have such high rewatch value.

franny and john were TRULY a standout though. i cannot even begin to describe how loud i screamed when he finally said his name out loud 😭💕

verdict: the writing is getting messier, get jonathan bailey in that writer’s room ASAP

[srorgana1]

Picture Perfect

Rock Star Kylo Ren/Reader

Warnings: Expecit Sexual Content, Marriage, HEA 🥰

Epilogue to Into The Reverb, requested by the lovely @ladyzimmerman

“Hold on Kylo” Patrice says, powdering his forehead and cheeks lightly “there ya go.” You look between them confused. What is happening? Kylo seems to sense it, side eyeing you. “Don’t worry baby girl it’s a surprise” he says as Patrice fixes his collar, exposing more of his tattoos. 

Your lip quivers as you bite it. You have no real reason to be anxious but yet, yay anxiety. You try to stave off the incoming invasion of irrational thoughts. Should you be doing this? Is it too soon? Yes, the single is a hit on YouTube but is it really enough to warrant having an interview and photoshoot with Revolver Magazine? You didn’t honestly think so but the studio felt otherwise. 

“Hey Y/N” a feminine voice says, rudely but thankfully interrupting your impending spiral. You look up to see your stylist for today looking at you, a perfectly manicured eyebrow raised and blush brush in her hand. Your cheeks heat up instantly. “Sorry Patrice, what did you say?” you say, hoping she won’t judge you too much.

She chuckles, giving you a soft smile as she puts down her brush. “I said you are done and wanted your opinion on it but obviously you have other things on your mind.” “Is it that obvious?” you mumble as you look down at your newly manicured hands clutching your phone. The dark wine colored stiletto nails make your hands look like they don't belong to you.

“Babe, it's okay. This is a celebration of you and your achievements. No one is here to bring you down” she says softly, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You know what I see? I see a hot badass bitch who stood up to the industry, gave it a big fuck you and then turned it on it’s head for the better, all the while snagging the hottest man in the scene.” You feel your blush deepen at her multiple compliments.

You know she is right. The lawsuit against First Order Records and the residual fallout did revolutionize the music industry. It exposed the over control the big corporate labels had over their artists and how they were unfairly compensated for their hard work. Many artists took the opportunity to jump ship and sign on with smaller studios where they had more freedom and control of their art. Fans were divided, but most of them loved that their favorite artists had a say now.

D'Kar had been growing by leaps and bounds, opening two new studios in Miami and New York. You had gone and helped Chewie get the Miami office off the ground, signing up and coming artists at every turn. You really enjoyed talking with them, learning about their unique viewpoints on music. It was fascinating.

The Knights of Ren continued to be successful as well, winning best new album at the Billboard Music Awards and Heavy Music Awards. You traveled with them to the UK for the awards show, smiling like a fool when they performed Never Giving Up live. The media presence was intense, requesting interviews but you declined stating you were there to support them. 

When you returned back home, Kylo quickly asked you to move in with him. He didn’t make it a huge deal, just saying there was no point in being apart. You accepted and offered Rae your place, knowing it was bigger than her current place and would be the perfect spot for her to raise Kayla. You and Kylo took your time and ultimately made his place a home, a perfect mix of the two of you. 

You continue to be KOR’s senior producer, assisting them in developing new ideas and music. Their newest album is due for release in March but their newest single, a collab with Horizons and AntiChri$t, a dark trap/Hip-Hop artist from Echo Station Records, was currently blowing up the charts. You loved watching Kylo work, always amazed at how he weaves himself into each note.

So when he caught you one evening toying with a song idea, he pushed you to try. You did after much coaxing and through the support of D’Kar and The Knights you released an acoustic song online. It was simple but full of meaning and emotion. Kylo and Vic of course didn’t take no for an answer and played the musical accompaniment on the video as well as the subsequent recording. 

You had never been so nervous in your life as you were that day, setting off a severe panic attack. Kylo held you tight, talking you through your breathing exercises. You begged him to call it all off, saying you weren’t ready but he refused. He showered you in loving kisses, telling you how worthy you were and how much you deserved this.

Kylo. Your heart warmed at the thought of him. Your amazing, goofy, sexy but sweet, talented man. You love him so much and you thank the stars every day for him. “Yeah you're right, I know I’m luckier than most” you say, giving her a small smile. She smiles back as she grabs her hairspray. 

“If it means anything my Arielle loves your song, she says it's really deep” she says as she spritzes and does her finishing touches. You never expect it to blow up the way it did. It felt good to know your song is touching multiple age groups. It was a perfect example of how music was truly something everyone can enjoy. 

“Well if you want I can say hi to her if you want” you offer. “Really?” she says with wide eyes “no no that’s too much. I think just a picture with you will be enough. Are you okay with that?” You smile and look at her through the mirror knowing you two are becoming fast friends. “I think I can swing that”. 

A knock on the door pulls both your attention. “Are you decent?” a prim English accent says through the door. You laugh and shake your head. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before” you say as he enters. “Yes, that's what I’m afraid of,” he says, sounding uncomfortable.

You giggle softly at the memory of him catching you and Kylo in your hotel room last month. He had squawked about it being lewd and indecent while Cassian laughed his ass off calling him a hypocritical prude. He must be thinking of the same memory because his cheeks reddened as he huffs out a breath and rolls his eyes. 

“Don’t” he says, the side of his mouth twitched upward. You give him a smug smile, saluting him through the mirror. “You did great Patrice as always” he says, walking up to the two of you and handing her a stack of bills. “Pleasure as always Huxy” she says as she packs up her bags. You stand, tucking in the front of your shirt as you join them. 

Patrice must have told Hux about the photo, motioning to the both of you as he raised up her phone. You wrap your hand around her waist and smile, taking a couple photos with her. “Beautiful” he says as he hands her phone back. She smiles warmly and gives you both another quick side hug before slipping out the door. 

“How are you feeling Y/N?” he says as the door clicks shut. “I’m okay, just nervous I guess” you respond, your fingers beginning to fidget. “Don’t be, this is the easy part. You killed the interview, now you just have to stand there and look pretty” he says as he phone buzzes. Easy for him to say, you think as his eyes darken and eyebrows furrow at whatever he reads on the phone. 

“Sorry love but I got to go, the assistant will be here in a bit to escort you. You look beautiful and you will kill it” he says quickly as he turns, leaving you alone. You take a breath, trying to keep your anxiety at bay. You wonder what could be so important that would make Hux react like that. 

“Fuck I thought he’d never leave” a dark smooth voice from the side, surprising you. You yelp, your heart almost leaping out of your chest. You turn to see Kylo’s head peeking out from the dressing racks, a huge shit-eating grin spread across his face. “Kylo! What the fuck!” you exclaim as you hold a hand to your chest, willing your galloping heart rate to a normal level.  

“Sorry baby girl, it was just too perfect” he says, laughing as he ducks his head under the bar, exposing himself at last. You take him in, his fresh white button down and distressed black jeans definitely was not what he was wearing when he dropped you off, but damn did he look good. The soft white cotton fit his broad chest well, the first couple buttons left open to expose his tattoos. You eyes reach his face to notice the hunger in his rapidly dilating eyes. “Hmm” he growls “you look stunning” he says as he takes a step forward, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close to him. 

The smell of his Tom Ford cologne hits your nose, making you want to melt into him. Damn him. You huff as you school your features, smack him in the chest. “Ow what’s that for?” he says dramatically, suddenly starting to tickle you. You squeal, pushing yourself closer to him to avoid his fingers. “Stop! Stop! Ok Ok!” you giggle “you just scared me is all.” He smiles, his fingers grabbing at your curves as he places a big kiss on the top of your head. 

“God I love you” he says, squeezing you lightly as he takes your hand in his. You look up at him and his amber eyes say it all. The amount of love this man has for you still scares you at times. You truly cherish how much he trusts you with his heart. You sigh happily, knowing you will never be alone again. 

You look down at the arm wrapped around you, the skin on his wrist still pink and healing. “You know you can cover it up if you want to” you say as your fingers trace one of his newest tattoos. “Why would I do that, beautiful? I got it in honor of the happiest day of my life. If someone doesn’t like well fuck them” he says, kissing your entwined hands. You nod in agreement. It was the happiest day of your life as well.

He holds you close, his cologne and his warm breath on the back of your neck soothing you. You feel him kiss there softly, his facial hair a hard contrast to his plush lips. Your body instantly reacts to his attention, a shot of desire making you shiver. The growl he lets out vibrates through you, further stoking the flames. He grinds his hips against your ass, his cock hardening quickly within its confines. 

“Really Kylo? We don’t have time for this” you say, trying to distance yourself from him. Clearly he knows you are literally going to have photographs taken the whole world will see right? His grip tightens, his teeth lightly scraping against your neck. “I need a fix baby” he whispers against your ear, his tip of his tongue tracing the shell.

“We can’t. The assistant..” you gasp, your breath catching as his hand skims over your breasts. “We have ten minutes, I paid him off and I owe Vic a back massage for getting Hux out of here” he says as he spins you around and places you atop the vanity. Your hands slide down his neck as his lips slam into yours, his kisses needy but aggressive. It further ignites your need for him. 

His wicked lips torture you, his tongue coaxing moans from you as he shifts your hips up, his fingers working the buttons on your pants. “You have to be quiet for me, baby girl” he says, his fingertips now tracing the top of your underwear. He smiles wickedly as you nod quickly, already desperate for his touch.

He starts kissing your neck, his fingers descending slowly, teasing you further. You gasp as his thick fingers finally reach your pussy. “Fuck me, you’re soaked Y/N” he hisses, his fingers exploring further and pulling your now useless underwear aside. Your grip tightens around his thick muscles as he inserts one finger, pumping slowly. 

Damn his fingers. They are always so perfect. He knew from the beginning how to play you to make you delirious for him. You fight to keep your eyes open as the core tightens. “Fuck I love you like this” he growls, slamming two finger inside. He crooks them to hit your g-spot and rubs the heel of his hand against your clit. “Fuck” you whine, your hips shifting more forward. 

“Shh, lemme do the work baby. Gotta keep you photoshoot ready. God damn it, this is so fucking hot” he grits out, biting the junction of your neck lightly as resumes his thrusting. You bite your lip to stop your sounds of pleasure. “I feel it baby girl, I feel you winding up. Please baby I need it” he says his voice getting lower and huskier. 

Your body responds immediately, your back arching as your orgasm crashes over you. He swallows your moans with his own as you cum all over his fingers. “I love you, I love you” you chant breathlessly, placing your forehead on his as you catch your breath. “I love you more” he responds softly “I’m so fucking lucky.”

“We both are” you say as you take a deep breath, your body clinching as he removes his fingers. “Very true and it’s not just because I get to worship you whenever I want” he says as he licks your arousal off his fingers, his eyes closing in bliss. You fight off another shiver upon watching him. Damn him for being so fucking sexy.

A knock on the door breaks your lust filled bubble. “Kylo?” a shaky voice says “You good?” You look at him as he steps back, offering you his other hand. “One minute” he calls out as you take it, hopping off the vanity and putting yourself back together. You fix a couple flyaways and your mascara, smirking as you see him adjusting himself in the mirror. 

“I can take care of that after” you whisper as the door opens, revealing a skittish looking assistant. Kylo places a hand on your lower back, leading you out to the hallway. “I am looking forward to it” he responds, patting your ass lightly. The assistant looks at the two of you nervously. “Lead the way Michael, after the shoot I’ll sign your stuff” Kylo says, running a hand through his hair. 

The assistant nods, his face a little less nervous as he leads you both to a large room full of people and equipment. The photographer sits in a directors chair, barking out orders as assistants rush back and forth. Two of them pull you from Kylo and lead you forward to a source of the shouts. “Luke?” one of them says nervously. The orders stop instantly as a pair of blue eyes land on you. “Ms L/N? Pleasure to meet you” a short gray haired man says, offering his hand.

You shake his hand, hoping it’s not too sweaty. “I know you are new at this so here’s the synopsis. We will do pictures standing, on the coach and by the bike. Biggest thing to remember is not to stress, I’m here to lead you through” he says, one hand messing with the camera settings. 

“Thanks Luke” you say as you are led in front of the cameras, the assistants hovering as Luke begins barking out orders once again. You try your best to keep your face neutral, not letting the assistants’ stressed energy get to you. “Okay Y/N I think we are good to start” Luke says transferring to the stool next to his chair “take a deep breath for me okay”. 

You do so, shaking out your limbs and fixing your shirt once more before getting into position. Arms crossed with a relaxed posture with one hip leaning on the side of the couch. “Perfect” Luke says, camera clicking away. You spot movement behind him, your heart warming to see Kylo standing behind him, a soft look overtaking his features. You smile involuntarily, your nerves lessening when you hear him say “I love you”. 

You are led through a couple different positions, both standing and sitting on a black leather couch. They were very professional, with just a hint of sexy. Luke complimented you through it, finally calling for a water break and a background change. 

Two assistants rush you, pulling you aside as the couch is removed and replaced by a vintage Harley motorcycle. You smirk at the multiple memories of a very similar one. “Mine’s better that’s for sure” he says as he comes up next to you, immediately wrapping  an arm around you. You nudge your hip out to bump his as Patrice fixes your makeup. 

He kisses the top of your head, releasing you as Luke calls his name. You watch him wink as he turns and lumbers to the motorcycle, shouting something to Luke. No. No fucking way.

Patrice’s laugh pulls you from your shock at the dramatic turn of events. “What? He didn’t tell you? Figures” she says, trying to compose herself as she fluffs your hair and adjusts your shirt to more off the shoulder look, exposing your collarbone tattoo as you hear camera clicks behind you.

She smiles wide, her eyes sparkling with happiness. “He paid us all to keep this part a secret as a surprise for you. Yes, some are for the magazine, but most are for you two as your wedding photos.” Your eyes widen and begin to water as your jaw goes slack, finally putting it all together. 

“Now don’t start that! Don’t make me have to redo my work” she says sternly. You shake your head, laughing at the ridiculousness of all this and how much Kylo fucking loves you. It’s seriously unbelievable. “Hey, you got this, okay babe? Just enjoy the moment” she says, leading you up to your man. You take his awaiting hand, his eyes darkening once more as he takes you in. “Yes Kylo keep that fire” Luke yells “Y/N get closer to him, yes like that.”

You get as close to Kylo as you can, your back to his chest and his arm around your waist. He nuzzles your shoulder in a couple while in others you share soft kisses. “Thank you” you whisper to him when Luke calls for a lighting change. “No need to thank me baby girl. You make me the happiest man on the face of this earth. It’s time the world knows” he says as he kisses you again.

“Alright guys final position” Luke calls out “ okay arms around her Kylo, yep that’s right. Remember left hands exposed and facing out, good perfect” He encircles you, a strong protective shell from the world. You know when you’re here you're safe because your husband will do anything to protect you. 

As on cue, Kylo lays his head on your shoulder, his long black hair hiding his face. You feel him leaving kisses on your skin as you turn your head, nuzzling your nose into the side of his head. “Shift your arms down Kylo, yep perfect I can see her tattoo better now” Luke says as the camera rapidly clicks. “I love you Mrs. Y/N L/N-Ren” he whispers into your skin. 

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You can’t help the tears that well up as your fingers caress the raised tattooed roman numerals on his side of his wrist. “Okay perfect guys, now show off the finger tattoos.” Kylo shifts a little bit behind you, raising his head to kiss your check. You hand lays over his, your matching delicate ring finger tattoos and wedding bands facing the camera. “I love you too Mr. Ren” you respond knowing no matter what life gives, you have each other and nothing will never ever break it. 

I hope you all enjoyed their HEA, I know I did 🥰❤️ lemme know what you think on here or on A03 ❤️

[tomaytow]

i have seen your tags! so i must say: how about making that another time about jealous venti rn time? only if you're up for it though!

again i am very sorry for this late response but here’s a snippet from a fic (that’s actually all abt jealous venti in a modern setting LOL <3) said fic is 5/6 done so here’s a preview in case i won’t get it finished; 

cw: a lil suggestive. (i should calm down honestly.)

Drowning in your reviewers and notebooks, you bump your forehead on your study table. 

Ugh. 

This. Is. Too. Much.

They can’t expect us to memorize this all! You glare at the piece of note card you made. You wrote acronyms for this stupid topic just so your brain can get familiar with it, but unfortunately, there are so many! And it’s not even a major subject!

“Hi, my Windblume,” There are arms that encircle your waist, and you take a deep breath. Venti’s voice during this time is able to calm your nerves. He presses his front to your backside. “You seem frustrated! Take a break—just for twenty minutes will suffice.”

You glance by your shoulder with a sly smirk. “You just want me to kiss you, don’t you?”

Venti lets out his signature giggle, “Bingo. Now come on—“ He yanks your hand forcefully, and you topple over with a shriek. Venti’s so strong, sometimes it scares (and amazes) you. For someone his own size, who knew that this delicate looking man can generate so much strength and power?

(Oh, isn’t he part of the archery team or whatever…?)

You return to reality when Venti pokes your waist, making you squeak. “Ah! Venti! Don’t do that!”

“Thinking about other people rather than me?” Venti pinches your cheeks, “I’m hurt~ aren’t I supposed to be your distraction?”

You remove his hands on your face, but you still keep holding it with yours. “I was not thinking of other people. I was thinking about you.” Then, you find out where you’re sitting now—on his lap. “Venti, aren’t I heavy? I should get off.”

Venti firmly squeezes your waist. The way his fingers dip on your skin makes you blush a little. He puffs his cheeks, “No, stay! I want you here. Please, love?”

How can you say no to his puppy eyes? With a defeated sigh, you forfeit. “Okay.”

“Yay!” Venti smiles joyfully. “Kiss me? I will be your stress–reliever! Let it all out to me, Windblume—your frustrations, your irritations, the whirlwind inside of you. Tell me all about it.”

You’re really thankful that you have Venti as a lover. He’s just so sweet, understanding, and supportive. He’s one of the main reasons why you can withstand college.

You’re not reluctant to tilt your head and latch your lips with his. It’s so soft. But instead of sweet candy, there’s a taste of the bitterness of the black coffee he consumed. “I hate my professors.” You kiss him again. He kisses you back this time. “I hate them so much—they’re giving us so many projects when they’re aware that it’s midterms week.”

Venti’s eyelids flutter in content. “Have you talked to your professors about it? Aah, mm—windblume...—“ He murmurs, “If… if there are any problems such as this, it’s better to talk it out with them…hmm…”

“I–It’s futile,” you say, and you kiss Venti again and again. “There’s nothing I— I can do anymore when they’ve already made up their mind…” 

You add with a small pant, “Even Albedo can’t negotiate with them…”

You continue your slow pace when Venti suddenly deepens the kiss. Your toes curl and your heart skips from the abruptness. When you detach away from him, you muster up the courage to say something. Your chest heaves up and down as you whisper a “V–Venti…?” 

He opens his eyelids midway.

What you are witnessing right now—it’s a flushed Venti.

And his eyes… they’re filled with want.

You feel like a prey under a predator’s gaze.

It takes him a while to respond. Both of you are catching your breaths. You’re not sure of what’s happening right now. The way Venti looked at you, surely, he’s not…

The room is so hot right now.

You’re disturbed from your thoughts when Venti buries his whole face on your chest. You can hear his muffled voice— Windblume… 

He sounds a little upset, you think as you feel his hold on you tightens.

“What’s wrong?” You dip your head down to thread your fingers on his hair. You scratch his scalp tenderly, “H-hey. What’s wrong, my needy distraction? Are you finally realizing that I’m stopping the circulation of your blood flow, and that I must get off?”

He makes a noise akin to a scoff. As if, he probably wants to say. Venti clutches you closer. “Stay.”

A demand?

“A–alright.” You smile. “I will. But only for like, sixteen minutes.”

Venti lifts his head a little to reveal his beautiful eyes. He still has his nose and lips dug to your sternum as he speaks. “Thirty minutes.” Though subdued, you manage to understand. 

“I have to study,” you gulp nervously. “Midterms will kill me.”

“But I’m your boyfriend,” Venti nuzzles into you. Archons, he is so needy. “And isn’t it your responsibility to cater my needs?”

You narrow your eyes at him. Very needy indeed. “Amazing. What should I do next, then?”

“Ahaha, kiss me.”

“Again?”

“Yes.”

“You really are distracting me from my studies. Do you want me to fail?”

“Of course not. But kiss me. Please?”

[icravebooks]

Yoonseon era

Summary: spending with yoongi was not on agenda but it seems like the more you try to run away from him, the more he runs towards you. Having a meal with yoongi is surprisingly more educating than you would expect it to be however when your answer seem to put some lives on line you are not sure if you should be scared or be nervous.

Warnings:none as of now would probably have more of it when the story proceeds, will probably have smut because why not, angst yes maybe, fluff oh Hella dozen of it, soft yoongi yes that's a Warning because I know most of us are gonna end up being delulu because of it, will contain death and a few more darker scenes in the near future, I swear I will try to keep the theme light for this one.

This specific chapter has mention of gore not much but brief, intended mention of death. That would be it and a glimpse of caring yoongi.

Word count: 3.4k

Side note: i kinda did some heavy editing and sorry for not uploading on the schedule date, i happen to mess up when given a deadline also I actually kinda rewrote the coming chapters so anything you are gonna see is heavily edited. The story was about 2k words but I felt it was lacking which lead to the whole two weeks haitus, i apologise for that also, expect to see two more chapters of this series by tonight and I am also going to update troubled paradise part three today, for anyone who is reading that please look up to it.

I probably will be uploading the other new series I was about start which is an ot7.

So yay! Happy reading

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Life and death are said to be like two different sides of the same coin. But is that really an accurate description, if life and death were the same thing then shouldn't have death not scared people ? Perhaps it is rather accurate to say that life and death is a vicous circle you must enter death to be reborn as energy again in what form may not be a concern because being back to life might be the only ..

. "Why aren't you eating?" Yoongi's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, you looked up at him blinking your eyes trying to recollect what he was talking about, ofcourse he wasn't talking about your whole life and death theory, you had to make your brain register what he was saying or rather what his question was.

"do you not like the food?" He questioned raising a brow reminding your still a little hazy brain about what he intended to talk about, not wanting to give him another reason to have an opinion about you,  you shook your head keeping your lips pressed in a straight line, your mind contemplating if you should let out the real details to him or not, your eyes were fixed on the thing that was the very cause you went into that reviere of yours in the first place. Your eyes glaring dagger at the wooden chopsticks that was the reason of all your trouble.

But you didn't had much choice, one way or the other you had to let those words out so you closed your eyes drawing in a deep breathe, face feeling a little too hot because of the very much obvious stare.

"I don't know how to use chopsticks."

There you said it,

eyes not moving from the object at fault as You confessed, feeling a little ashamed even though you were not sure why, it shouldn't be an embarrassment to you, you never thought of it that way ever before but what was it about this handsome cat- no human stranger, damn him for being hot.

"do people not use them in your time ?" He asked after a long moment of silence, you were a little dumbfound because you mind was currently in the gutter admiring the man in front of you, yoongi's head was slightly tilted raw emotions expressing clear curiosity available in his eyes, his words drew you out once again making you chuckle heartily a warm sensation igniting in your sense something that made you want to squeeze him, god  how cute he sounded like a 5 years old trying to know all the mysterious this universe seemed to Carry.

"They do, well not everyone, the part I grew up in and have lived in doesn't uses chopsticks." You clarified making him mouth out an oh, he nodded his head before looking back at you. Your heart skipping a beat because how utterly foolish you were to feel weird things just at the very eyes contact, a whole zoo was released in your stomach when He grabbed your hand and held in positioning the chopsticks correctly in between your fingers and showing you how to use them.

It was simple gesture , a simple touch and yet it all seem to drive you on the verge, your mind paying way too much attention to the warmth his hands were  radiating or just how rough they were not soft like most would expect but rather the kind of hard working rough, you once watched a movie which had a particular scene where the heroine's father rejected the guy and when the girl asked why he said that when he shook hands with the hero his hands were soft, 'those are not the hands of a man who knows responsibilities'.

It had stricken you a little more than it should have although you knew that was a vintager classic movie but still look how you actually found that advice worthy.

you thanked him once he withdrew his hand, personally disliking it to some point but logically thankful because atleast your brain was functioning properly now, yoongi proceeded with his own food waving your thanks with a simple nod, finding it somehow embrassing and not wanting to get your face anymore warmer You tried to bring the food close to your mouth using the chopstick only for it to fall back down making you pout as you glare at the wasted food. Your competitive side rearing it's head had You again taking some more of it bring it close to your mouth for it to again fall down and make you whine in frustration.

Yoongi who was silently Watching you broke out into hysterical silent laughter, his shoulders shaking as he laughed at your expense making you glare at him while pouted ashamed. "It's not even funny." You stated looking at him with wide eyes , your own lips twitched seeing him laugh like that, there was something so pure about him laughing his heart out that even the slightest bit of embarrassment you had felt was gone.

If his closeness had stole your breathe away the moment he flashed you that gummy smile of his you were sure your heart toppled down some. A blush coated your cheeks as he calmed down and went back to eating leaving your mind buzzing with thoughts, you were sure now you were attracted to him not just simply attracted it was not a crush type of thing but there was something hypnotic about him. Something you couldn't seem to find an antidote too.

You tried your best to keep yourself from saying anything through out the whole time you guys were eating cause you clearly weren't ready to destroy the serene you felt in that silence that engulfed you both.

Finally when you were done and were about to leave yoongi stopped you and suggested taking a walk in his garden, you were quite surprised to learn that he takes care of the garden by himself and some how being there felt as if seeing parts of him, he didn't shared with the world. It made a sense of stupid pride rise something about knowing him somehow better, it was pure nuisance but it seem to matter to your soul and God you really thought that maybe it had to do with all the villan loving stories you read.

You were watching the small rose plants and some other flower that you found adorable, a smile graced your lips as you bend down to observe them from near. It was better to be mesmerized by the view than to pay attention to the man beside you, there was a knot in your stomach with how much nervous you were about this whole conversation, Yoongi cleared his throat drawing your attention towards him, you were hesitant not really sure what to expect, maybe you weren't the only one feeling that way because yoongi seemed a lot more unsure than you, your eyes had somehow courage to look at him meanwhile he looked anywhere but not towards you.

"You might be wondering why I am keeping you here." He voiced out making you press your lips together into a thin line while you clawed at your hand trying to control your nerves, your stomach dropping when the serious in his voice got registered in your brain, this was insane but you found even this behaviour of his hot. you stood straight giving him a nod in affirmation, not sure if you could trust yours mouth to form words when it felt so heavy to even move your lips. Yoongi had voiced one of your biggest questions and God did you want to know the answer?, hell yes but were you partially scared yup definitely.

"I want you.." he trailed off, your whole world stopped for a second, your heart restarted and had it been a comedy show of something you were sure there would have been the sound of a computer shutting off in the background. Finally when your brain restarted and you registered his words your eyes widen thinking you might have heard him wrong, do people back in time also said things like these to just anyone?,isn't it like weird that those words sound so foreign, you have never had sexual experience not that you didn't know what all happened, you knew far more well thanks to all the wattpad and books you read. But hearing someone who you have no idea how made your heart race made your stomach tie into knots, your thoughts were cut sort when he continued.

"I want you to teach me about your world." He declared making your mouth slightly fall agape both in disappointment and disbelief at the same time while you were sure your face was red. You wanted to slap yourself for feeling disappointed, damn this was getting out of hand but you didn't had time to think about that, he had made a request to you that was what required your attention at the moment, your stupid thoughts could wait.

"Sure." You answered as you cocked your head to the side and gave him a tight lip smile secretly you were praying for him to not see just how red you were, if he did see it and find you weird he didn't say it or show it, his face was relaxed not really happy but there was something about his feature. He looked almost blank as if he had no emotions within him but then again you clearly remember how his face lit up when you guys were eating or when you had made a complete fool of yourself with the chopsticks incident. You hoped you could find a crack in his hard exterior but he had expert it in years while you were too lousy to break through so quick.

This made you wonder, did he really was bad like you have heard from everyone within a day. You weren't quick to judge, you didn't liked being judgmental about anyone. You were a person who would rather try to defend someone from people's judgment and this had you thinking that maybe he wasn't how people thought he was. There was a lot more you had to hear about him,. Maybe it the effect of all the books you have read but you wanted to know him personally, you wanted to see what those eyes were hiding, you wanted to see that smile of his again. It was going to be a hard journey but you were going to get there.

The maids were not quite open for discussion about this very person but you knew you could get them to speak all you needed was to get a little close with them first.

"Then I will be leaving." He declared a little awkward and you realised you spaced out again giving him the impression that this all was awkward, well it was supposed to be awkward but all you felt was comfort. You just nodded your head in agreement really not knowing what to say at this moment and he turned around had taken few steps away from you when a particular thing came to your mind.

"Yoongi wait!" You exclaimed trying to rush towards him to catch up with him, your voice made him turn around right at same time when you managed to trip once again over the dress and would have landed face first if it wasn't for Yoongi's quick reflexes.

He was quick to grab you by your forearm steadying you and saving you from the fall as your eyes met his, you could hear your heart drumming at the very cliche moment that would have made you cringe had it not been this particular man saving your ass from farther embarrassment. You swear you heart was in your throat, you had to stop yourself from awing at how beautiful he was from up close.

"Are you always this clumsy?" He teased with an amused smile dancing on his lips making you frown as all those notorious thoughts turned into annoyance and a pinch of embarrassment along. You bit your inner cheek stop yourself from saying something that would not be nice enough, you were sure you could beat a tomato at being red in this moment, a little stubborn to admit his accusation was correct you huffed glaring at him.

"I am not clumsy it's the stupid dress." You blamed as you pulled away from him and took a step back stomping your feet like a little kid in annoyance, the fact that an amused smile kept playing on his lips at your distress wasn't helping in bringing your anger fit down.

"You are enjoying this aren't you?" You accused while jabbing a finger at his chest making him chuckle while you pouted crossing your arms, clearly too stupid of overcome with anger to realise just how many boundaries you were crossing by behaving the way you were behaving. However your mind was to messed up and you were a little too pissed by his teasing comments that you didn't think of any possible reasoning.

"do you even know how much of a pain this very clothing is?, gosh I had been tripping ever since the morning and not just that what was her name... .yeah Ms. Shin she wouldn't even let me walk a step without nagging about how my way of walking is not lady like how I shouldn't hunch up my dress, how it is inappropriate to walk like that ..this that .." you were ranting out complaining frustrated as you paced around infront of him.

Yoongi just stood there watching you make faces as you threw your hands in the air and continued talking, if he was smiling before he was grinning by now. You were interesting according to him, he had never felt this way before, he hasn't even smiled like this ever before. "Honestly.." you started coming to a stop infront of him and giving him an assessing look, he felt his heart skip a bit when he saw how you smiled mischievously once the wheels inside your head stop turning.

"Can you just do me a favor?" You requested him , your eyes turned shiny and you gave him your most innocent look, he raised an eyebrow moving back slightly while he eyed you with suspicion and gave you a hesitant nod of his head. "Could you just please tell the maids to not be so damn stubborn, i told them I didn't needed their help but they literally forced me to get nake-" you stopped as you realised that wasn't appropriate kind of information to share but how else were you supposed to tell him what happened the very  morning.

You hesitantly looked up to his face to see his cheeks were tainted a slight pink and his lips were pressed in a straight line as he looked at something behind you clearing avoiding meeting your eyes, you cleared your throat hopping it  would also some how clear the awkward tension that has been caused by the slip of your tongue.

"all i am trying to say is that the maids are way to uptight and won't let me be, and also I know how to do things for myself so it's quite weird for me when they insist on helping." You completed rubbing the back of your neck as you sighed bitting your lower lip, "they are doing their job, I pay them for doing the very same thing you aforementioned." Yoongi quipped and suddenly you weren't exactly interested in being nice to him, feeling a little more pissed by his cocky statement had it been not your life on line you would have probably tried choking him for this but that wasn't a suitable option so you settled for glaring at him instead, while you scoffed.

"I gather well what you mean but I certainly am not ready to 'act' like how lady are supposed to be like, so I would be really be grateful to you if you instruct them to not be so extremely obligated to count every breathe i take." You added trying to make it sound a little gentle but you were so close to snapping that you were sure your words were anything but gentle and it wasn't like you could be blamed, trying making someone stand in your show and then say you were wrong if someone still did say you were wrong they were clearly lying.

"What will I gain by doing so?" He suddenly blurted out making you blink, your opened your mouth to say something but lacked words so just closed it back. He smirked at your speechless state leaning down suddenly making you look at him with wide eyes while you tried to step up only to be pulled towards him by his hand that snaked towards your back. Okay, he needs to be careful of what he wants to bring in on himself because you as hell were minutes away from losing your mind and doing some inane things to him, you had to try thinking this wasn't helping, yoongi wasn't helping.

"You are a king aren't you supposed to be generous?" You tried to reason meanwhile you wiggled a little in his hold taking a little step back  trying to maintain distance between you both by placing your hands on his chest and pushing him away. God his smell drove you crazy and clearly you didn't wanted to be drunk on hormones that would probably end up making you lose some important card of yours.

He scoffed as his eyes traveled towards your lips making you gulp while you bit the inside of your cheek, he shouldn't be playing you like this, you weren't sure if you wanted to punch him or kiss him, this was so weird. "Don't you know by now what type of a king i am?" He shot back while his dark eyes searched your face, you were trying your best to keep your gaze on either his Chin or his nose definitely avoiding his eyes.

Your body was already heating up, not just that the heat radiating from him wasn't helping at all, "what do you want from me?" You voiced out finally gaining the courage to met his eyes only regretting when you found him already looking at you with such intensity that made your toes curled. You cursed inside your head, his face was enchanting the more you looked the more that scar made your hands itch.

You wanted to see how it would feel beneath your finger tips, many thoughts clouding your mind as you started to imagine various scenes that were high inappropriate. "I do not know right now but I will need a promise from you that you would grant it when i ask of you so." He conditioned making your mouth fall slightly agape as you gave it a thought, you didn't miss how his eyes fell to your lips or how his hold tighten around you slightly.

"Okay ..you have my words." You stated a little hesitant as you closed your eyes, your voice came out breathy as you were mentally trying to think about anything else other than how close you both were, realizing seconds later that this just seemed even more like you were expecting him to kiss you.

"Very well then." You heard his husky voice from somewhere very close, his minty breathe hitting your face and seconds later it was all gone. His warmth, his hold on you all too soon, you stopped yourself from whining at the loss of him as you opened your eyes to see him now at a decent amount of distance from you. He is a tease that's all you could conclude by his behaviour and that stupid smirk of his.

"See you at lunch time then." He stated giving you a slight nod of his head making you hum in response, you just stood there watching him leave, which he did but not before leaving a comment. "You look beautiful in a hanbok." He had said and left rather quickly not giving you much chance to even utter a thank you but you were glad he left cause your couldn't control the stupid smile that spread across your face.

[nicherayy]

Yandere La Squadra x Fem! Reader OUTLAST AU

Previous chapter: chapter one

Chapter two 

TW: v*olence, blood, har*ssment, cursing

A/N: yay, chapter with Risotto

MINORS DNI

Enjoy 

Sharp headache woke you up from a forced sleep, body trembling from fear. Your limbs tied up and laying on the dirty mattress. Where were you? What part of asylum is this? Are you still sleeping? Well unlikely, this all feels pretty real to you. You tried to turn to the other side to get a better look at the room you were in. White walls smeared with dirt and.. blood? It looked like it was one of the patients wards. Only one light bulb illuminated the room, and there’s nothing but this mattress you were lying on. Is it this scary man’s ward? More than possible. Better not to think about what this crazy criminal can do to you. Obviously, he saved your live for something. Shit. You need to get out of here, whatever it takes. Just keep calm and think. You’ll think it through and you’ll get home soon. These thoughts brought tears to your eyes. You were hungry, tied up in this cursed place and you don’t even know if you’ll live another hour. There was not enough air in the lungs. You sob loudly. Body trembling more intensely. If it weren’t this ropes, you could at least hide in a dark corner, waiting for your end. But here you are, lying unable to move, pathetic. You were pathetic. You couldn’t even see anything now because of the hot tears, great, now you feel dizzy. Your heart skipped a bit as you heard heavy footsteps outside tho door. This is it. You just hoped it would be quick and painless. 

You just closed your eyes and waited. Waited for your wretched end of life. The doors opens. You were thinking about your life. Your school friends, college, your family.. Family.. You haven’t talked to your family for a few yers. And all this because of some stupid fight. You would give everything to see them again and apologise. But now it doesn’t matter. You closed your eyes even tighter, body tensed in anticipation.  Footsteps began to approach you and you feel man’s hot breathing in your ear.  

“I thought it would take you longer to wake up”, his low, slightly raspy voice scared you even more “Look at me” he said to you with slightly annoyance. You obeyed, opening your eyes. His read eyes gazing right into your soul, his simple gray clothes covered in blood. It’s hardly his blood, you’re more than sure it’s the blood of his victims. A long, nervous silence. You were afraid to say something wrong. And this man.. he wasn’t blinking. What the fuck. And why hasn’t he done anything to you yet? Will he just stare at you? Predator. A predator who just caught himself a prey. A slightly smirk on his face now.

“Risotto”, he spoke again, with pride “You’ll call me Risotto”.

..What? You opened your mouth in a perfect shaped ‘o’ in confusion.

“I’m sure you have a name too”, why would a madmen who you thought gonna kill you would ask you that question?

“Speak”, tired of waiting for an answer he began to speak more harshly.

Scared of this reaction, you can’t find anything better than answer “Y/N” you responded quietly. 

“Y/N”, he repeated your name gently, looking down at your tied up hands “I see you’re scared, don’t be. I’m going to protect you as your partner now”, he said as if it was obvious thing. What does that even mean? Your partner? Did you hear something wrong? It can’t be that this gu- Risotto doesn’t want to kill you. Are you going insane? You start to sweat from this thought. 

“You’re gorgeous, you know?”, he puts his hand on your thigh, you try to pull away from him but he starts to hold you tight “So fragile, so.. alive” now you were really terrified. Even death is better in this situation. He leaned closer to you to inhale the scent of your hair. You cringed a little. 

“I’m going to untie you, and don’t you dare to run away.. you’re  mine”, and that look again, dominating, intense look. But Risotto knows, there’s no way you’re going to escape him now. Yes. You’ll be with him, right in his arms, as his darling, as his lover. “You’ll always be mine”.

Having thrown off the ropes you feel relieved. You didn’t even notice how they rubbed against your skin, leaving bruises.

You gasped as Risotto grasped you in his arms and carried you in an unknown direction, “You must be hungry, you’ve been sleeping for a long time after all”. This part of asylum was surprisingly empty, no, there were still traces of blood, but other than that, no human or.. creature. You didn’t even notice that you entered another room, filled with canned food and water. A utility room or something. Risotto put you down, as if to show that he wasn’t afraid of your attempts to escape. After all, he was a lot faster and stronger, it will not be difficult for him to catch you. While the man was looking for something to feed you, you nervously looked around, not knowing what to do. And on the floor you saw.. a pice of paper? Your curiosity won out. You picked up a piece of paper and couldn’t believe your eyes. Risotto’s file. What is it doing here?

[heaven-s-black-box]

Wright Anything Agency + Prosecutors Office= Chaos chpt.5

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Recovery date: May 29th, 2020

Description: The WAA's air conditioner breaks during an LA summer, so they go to the only place they can think of... the prosecutors office. Chaos ensues led by the youngest members of the Wright and Edgeworth families.

Notes: A entry series involving a descendant of a traveler, following the death of her mother it was determined Sky would be better off staying with Miles Edgeworth. This is an OC insert, the fantastical technobabble is just for looks

Related works: Miles adopts Sky, Trucy meets Sky

Chapters: 1 2 2.5 3 4 5 5.5

Word count: 2 096

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“Beach Day!” Trucy, Athena, and Kay cheered.

It was still rather early, so the beach was pretty empty. They had decided the only way to get decent spots on such a hot day was to get there as early as possible. While it had been on rather short notice, everyone from the WAA and prosecutor’s office had decided that a beach day was a great idea. Not that there was much else to do today, court proceedings came to a halt due to the heat. No one really wanted to be inside right now anyways. 

“Trucy don’t forget your sunscreen!” Wright called before Trucy could get too far.

“Coming back!” She yelled, turning around.

Edgeworth handed her the sunscreen and she passed it between everyone. Meanwhile, Wright set up an umbrella and towels. Everyone was spread out, setting up on the beach by the boardwalk. The Edgeworths and Wrights were sharing one spot, and to their left, Athena was sharing a spot with Kay, Sebastian, Juniper, and Simon. To the right of them, Apollo, Ema, Nahyuta, and Klavier were set up together. Franziska had refused to be anywhere near the chaos and was set up further from the boardwalk then the rest of them, and Godot was not allowed out due to being a convict. Kay had also set up a small area for whenever Gumshoe and Maggie arrived. 

Once Wright was sure his daughter was safe from the sun, he waved her off. She bolted towards the water with Athena who was dragging Juniper behind her. Klavier had gone out into the water with them soon after. Wright settled under his umbrella to keep an eye on them. Edgeworth sat beside him reading some really heavy book. He had jokingly said this was supposed to be a relaxing day and Edgeworth had just ignored him. Simon was hiding under his umbrella despite Athena’s efforts to coax him out earlier. Sebastian had tried to do the same but was pulled out to build sand castles with Kay. Apollo, Ema and Nahyuta were catching up on Khura’in. Sky had managed to drag her aunt towards the water to hunt for seashells.

“Daddy!” Trucy yelled from the water. “Come join us! It’s nice!”

“Ya Mr.Wright!”

“Maybe later, I’m enjoying the beach!”

“I don’t think hiding under an umbrella counts Phoenix,” Edgeworth mumbled, flipping a page.

“Papa’s right. If I could, I’d pick you up and drop you into the water, but I can’t. So instead I’m just going to push you until you get up,” Sky said, popping up behind him. As promised she started pushing on his back to try and move him.

“I’m not moving Sky,” he let out a small huff and smiled. Then the pressure left his back.

CRACK! He jumped. “Phoenix Wright. Go join your daughter.”

“Why did you bring your whip?” He exclaimed frantically, looking up at Franziska who was now running her Whip through her hand.

“That doesn’t matter, go swim,” she said.

“Fine. I’m going. I’m going,” he said, raising his hands in surrender.

“Yay!” Both girls exclaimed. Sky grabbed his arm, dragging him to the water.

“Why is Miles exempt from this?” He grumbled.

“Because papa can’t swim duh,” Sky said. “Now go.” She shoved him towards the water, then ran in herself.

---

“Well don’t they look like they’re having fun,” Apollo said, looking over towards the water. If he didn’t know any better, he might think everyone was trying to drown Mr.Wright.

Him, Nahyuta, and Ema had been talking about the Khura’inese legal system since they’d met up this morning. Mr. Wright had reminded him this was supposed to be a relaxing trip, and Athena and Trucy had threatened to bury him in the sand if he tried to talk about work all day.

“Are you sure? It appears young miss Wright and miss Edgeworth are try to drown Mr. Wright.”

“Ya, they're just playing. Honestly, I’m surprised they haven’t actually done him in yet,” Ema opened a bag of snackoos and offered some to the two boys, “I couldn’t imagine trying to raise Trucy, let alone both of those girls.”

Nahyuta looked at her quizzically, “Since when has Mr. Wright adopted miss Edgeworth?”

“Oh, he hasn’t. Yet,” Apollo said. “We have a bet going on for how long until mr Edgeworth and mr Wright get married.”

“And you’re participating, why?” Ema asked.

He gave her an incredulous look, “Have you seen their trials?”

“I have not. Did they discuss marriage during one of their trials? That does not seem very professional.”

“Please, I don’t think half of our cases can count as professional, but no. They just keep flirting… like, excessively.”

---

“Hey! Are we gonna do lunch?” Kay yelled from her spot on the beach.

It’d been a while and the beach had filled more. Klavier had gotten dragged off somewhere by his fans, so he wasn’t in their area anymore. Kay and Sebastian were still on the beach and had been joined by Juniper and Athena. The girls had buried Sebastian in the sand up to his neck after they’d tried to drag Simon out from under his umbrella. Trucy and Franziska were making a sandcastle by Wright and Edgeworth, while Sky was sharing obscure facts with Ema and telling Nahyuta about current trends. Apollo had left to find Klavier some time ago, and with how busy it had gotten, no one wanted to try and find him.

“Lunch sounds cool!” Ema piped up.

“Boardwalk food is the best!” Sky yelled, some people looked their way and Sky covered her mouth, slouching over.

“Seconded!” Trucy yelled, accidentally knocking part of her sandcastle.

“Thirded! Wait! That’s not a word,” Athena yelled. Everyone started laughing.

Everyone got up and split into groups. Franziska had no interest in the chaos of the boardwalk, so she decided to stay and watch their stuff. She’d moved closer to the group once people started arriving, not wanting to be rude. Athena, Juniper, Kay, and Sebastian went together with Simon to the far end of the boardwalk. Athena wanted to show Juniper and Sebastian a restaurant she liked at the far end, and Simon was going to make sure no one got lost. Kay was also a fan of a restaurant down that way, so she went with them. Sky and Trucy were going with Ema and Nahyuta to give their dads some time together. Gumshoe and Maggie hadn’t shown up yet, and when Kay had texted him, he’d said they were lost. Trucy made sure Apollo knew to grab lunch as well.

Apollo 5:03 A.M For the love ofgod It’s not even a work day This beach day better be worth it 12:33 P.M We’re going for lunch Grab lunch before coming back Did ya find your BF

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“So, what do you two recommend from here?” Nahyuta asked.

“Hot/Corn Dogs!” Trucy and Sky cheered at the same time before glaring at each other.

“How about we get both, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi can pick which he wants,” Ema said before the two could start bickering. The girls shrugged.

“I should ask papa if we can play some boardwalk games later. Look!” She pointed to a ring toss game, “They have a giant plush racoon!”

“Don’t you already have a ton of plushies?” Trucy asked.

“Plushies are to me what magic is to you. Hey! Wanna hear a fun fact about racoons and buttholes?”

“I’m sorry what?” Ema asked, clearly taken aback. 

“What fact could possibly involve those two things?” Nahuyta asked with genuine curiosity.

“Well, A racoon can fit in a hole up to four inchs wide, and your butthole can stretch up to seven inchs. So technically you can fit two racoons up your butt,” she turned to them and smiled innocently.

“I don-” Ema started, “I think I’ll have to look into that.”

“I am not entirely certain of the proper response to that.”

Trucy, who had been giggling, just shrugged. “Look there’s the corn dog stand!”

---

“What did I tell you?” Athena asked as they walked back to the beach. “Best lemonade on the boardwalk! And that sandwich place was pretty good Kay.”

“I know! Detective Gumshoe told me about it.”

“I hope he’s okay. I wonder if he’ll be able to find us,” Juniper hummed, before taking a bite of her sandwich.

“Miss Faraday!” Someone yelled from the crowd by the boardwalk entrance. They weren’t the only people who looked over either, quite a few people had.

Running towards them, was detective Gumshoe who was dragging Maggie behind him. She was trying to keep her sun hat on her head. They stopped just in front of the group, with Gumshoe catching Maggie before she fell over at the sudden stop.

“I’m glad I found ya Pal!”

“Gumshoe-dono,” Simon bowed slightly.

“Detective Gumshoe,” Sebastian nodded before taking a sip of his lemonade and scanning the crowd for anyone else they knew.

“Do you guys need to get food?” Juniper asked.

“No, it’s okay. We already ate,” Maggie smiled at them. “We just couldn’t find your beach set up.”

“Well!” Kay cheered, nearly knocking Athena’s lemonade out of her hand. Athena scowled at her. “Just follow us then!”

---

“-and that’s why Corn dogs are the best!” Trucy finished.

Her, Nahyuta, and Ema had finished their corn dogs on the way to get hot dogs, and she’d begun to explain why they were the best. Sky was quietly munching on her tornado potato listening to the other rant. Nahyuta seemed fully absorbed in her reasoning, and Ema  just found it amusing.

“Oh hey! It’s Mr. Gavin and Polly!” She pointed towards a table where sure enough, the two were seated. “I’m gonna go grab them!”

“Cool! I want my hot dog!” Sky cheered and turned towards the stand.

“And I’m going with you.”

---

“What does Franziska want?” Wright asked as he and Edgeworth stood in line for funnel cake. Wright had refused to leave until they got some.

“She brought her own food. She wanted nothing to do with the boardwalk,” Edgeworth hummed.

“Burgers!” They heard a familiar voice yell.

“But Mystic Maya, I thought this place had good ramen?”

“Nope! There aren’t any ramen stalls here… unfortunately.”

They turned around, and they had to stand on their toes to try and see Maya and who they assumed was pearl. Once they spotted them, Wright waved and called out to them. Edgeworth dropped down and covered his face with a groan. The line started moving so Edgeworth dragged him along.

“Let’s just grab our food and head back,” he grumbled.

---

Everyone eventually found their way back with their desserts and drinks. Almost everyone had stopped for dessert after finishing their food. Ema had introduced Nahyuta to beavertails, and Apollo and Klavier were splitting a beavertail between themselves. Maya and Pearl each had their own. Kay, Athena, and Juniper were sharing a funnel cake, as Sebastian occasionally picked pieces off. Edgeworth and Wright split their funnel cake, while their daughter snacked on their ice cream sundays. Everyone else had skipped out on desserts, except Franziska who was sipping on a milkshake. No one was certain where she’d gotten it since she refused to approach the boardwalk until it cleared out, and she wouldn’t tell them.

The rest of the day was filled with laughter, and worried parents because some people had been stubborn about sunscreen. The day ended with Minor sun burns for Simon (because he’s pale), Trucy And Sky (they missed a few spots with sunscreen), Kay (She refused to put more on), and Maya and Pearl (they hadn’t brought any at all, and the only reason the burns weren’t worse was because Wright had made them put some on once they joined up). It also ended with most people asleep on their feet. After they’d eaten, Wright and Maya had challenged Edgeworth and Gumshoe to a game of beach volleyball, and Trucy had taken it upon herself to try to teach Nahyuta the basics while Apollo and Klavier laughed at him. The others had split up between the water and the beach.

---

“I’ll give this one to you Wright,” Edgeworth grumbled as he drove the Wrights home.

“What do you mean?” Wright asked, turning to him. He’d been watching Trucy and Sky sleep in the back seat. Trucy’s head was resting on Sky’s.

“Today was… fun, to say the least.” He paused before continuing, “In fact, this week wasn’t the worst. It was a pleasant break.”

Wright reached over and took Edgeworth's hand, “I’m glad.”

[plethomacademia]

Beep beep beep coming in hot to ask about this short bit from c9 of You have always needed abundant assistance because it always sticks out for me:

A few days later, a letter arrived on the desk of Lord Enver Gortash. It contained a list of what to bring for a three day backpacking trip. He found the list amusing until he got near the bottom, where “tent” and “bedroll” were listed. He sent a reply:

“Maeve, I understand you have experience in this type of travel but if you send me something that condescending again, I will not be pleasant about it.”

He received a reply later that day: “I know you are thinking of bringing formal clothing as well. Do not do it. It is not worth the weight. Thorm can see your lovely coat when he gives us the runes for his teleportation circle.”

He crumpled up the page. This damn woman.

Omg yay I almost cut this part because I didn't know if people would catch why I wanted it! Answering for this

I wrote too much, jump jump

It should be no surprise based on the fact that I have somehow posted 40k words (wth why) that I love the idea of a being made of divine blood struggling to fulfill the purpose of their birth. She is a wretched thing not because she does objectively terrible things, but because she is always falling short of something she was made to do.

I always imagined that getting involved in the bigger Absolute plot would ramp these feelings up even more. She has finally figured out the temple stuff, she has a good handle on bringing blood to her altar, but now she has to do politics? She has to interact with other Chosen? She has to think outside of one city?

So when she finds out that her friend who knows so much more about all these things doesn't know about backpacking, she is so happy to be able to contribute that she writes him a little packing list and sends it over. She knows backpacking, she did it for years. She is helping!

Of course, their interactions are mostly the two of them needling each other, so Enver gets this letter and at first he sees it as Maeve messing with him. Like, he's a grown man. He can figure out what to bring in a backpack. But when he gets to "tent" and "bedroll," he does feel condescended to because obviously he would bring a bed. They are friends ("friends") at this point, so having her talk down to him stings a bit and he sends a cranky response.

Then we have Maeve getting this letter back and she is a bit hurt because she was helping her friend! For once she wasn't picking a fight and now he's started one. But this is how they interact, so she hits him back by making fun of his vanity. (And also deep down she does think he would try to find some way to bring an objectively too heavy thing on a backpacking trip, so still helping!)

It's a moment where one of them lets down their guard, the other misinterprets it, and then they are right back to sniping at each other.

I also really like pairing this scene with one in the chapter 10, where Enver is giving her advice on dealing with Thorm. In that scene, they manage to talk without fighting, but it's still guarded and shielded with teasing and humor. Even if Enver is blunt, Maeve does not misinterpret his intentions and they have a nice moment together.

They want to be soft for each other and sometimes they can (in their own way), but it takes nothing for one of them to misinterpret the other and then they are back at it, verbal guns blazing, trying to take the other out before they get hurt.

[safyresky]

(arrives to the review-course 1 day late with starbucks timmies, starbs has the WORST hot chocolate i have EVER had the misfortune of ingesting)

So. Episode 5! Wow! That was! Wow!

I know we've seen soo many opinions at this point but I have done the big sleep (gone to bed, as they call it, so that I can wake up the next morning refreshed and ready for battle or w/e) and am still very much in my thoughts here.

tl;dr: Bernard shone, of course! K-man loves B-Man as much as we do and he made sure to DELIVER. MANS CAN ACT! Shame that he did end up finishing off by being a punchline to a crappy joke that wwdits does WAY BETTER, and a shame that the writers didn't leave it perfectly ambiguous. That would've been such a lovely thank you to fans! But no, as with most of the Cool Things in the series, everything is the punchline to a joke that would've been funny 30 years ago 🙃🙃🙃

So the problem is NOT that now our fanfics don't line up with canon. NONE of us give a SHIT about that. In fact, I think that the majority of the writers I talk to are RELIEVED about that 😅😅 The problem is that our boy B-Man was done a DISSERVICE and that's just rude, after such a stellar performance and WHOLE 20 MINS OF FRESH B-MAN CONTENT 🤩🤩🤩, and then the lore in the episode just fucking dive bombed every time a joke was wedged in there. Holly fuckeros.

So yeah, Bernard wasn't the problem. He was a saving grace! The PROBLEM, that at least, I HAD, was the lore! I'm about to get mean on main so UNDER THE CUT WE GO. Also, since this is the end of the tl;dr, to the tl part we go!

One thing The Santa Clauses has consecutively done is give us really cool concepts, but when it comes to executing and explaining them, they leave more holes than they started with! See:

Sandra rushing to see Befana to talk about her magic, and then it doesn't get expanded on at all period. We don't even get to SEE them chat about it! Sandra gets freaked out by it one or two more times then suddenly BAM she's chill with it. WHERE'S THE TIME FOR GROWTH AND DEVELOPMENT

Mrs. Claus's identity crisis! It fell flat for me. Carol was reduced to very one dimensional and being like, OBSESSED with why Mrs. Claus is Like That and why she has to conform to a roll--which is a newer thing given that in tsc 3 she did NOT have to bun up or wear velvet or whatever. Also, her look as Mrs. Claus in the series? Amazing! But that's besides the point. the point is, it's a thing that exists, and we want to see more, but instead it's written off as a weird mix between "token feminism" and "look! she's a principal again! yay!" and it's like, once more, WHERE'S THE GROWTH AND DEVELOPMENT

Mad Santa. Remember that? Yeah. They mention it once and it seems like a build up to a Cool Concept and then BAM. IT IS NEVER MENTIONED AGAIN

And those are just off the top of my head!

Now episode 5, episode 5 was lore HEAVY. And it fell flat. It was half assed. You mean to tell me that:

NONE of the 17 Santas before Scott were human?!?!?!?!?

But then NOT tell me what they were? Aside from Ethereal?

WHEN THEY ALL LOOKED HUMAN?

ASIDE FROM KRAMPUS WHO ACTUALLY SLAYED, LIKE, THAT MAKEUP? GO OFF KRAMPUS! PRACTICAL EFFECTS MY BELOVED!

AND THAT SCOTT IS THE FIRST HUMAN

AND THAT THE NORTH POLE WAS GIVEN TO HIM AND HIS NUCLEAR FAMILY

AND THAT AFTER ESTABLISHING A PLOT WHERE THEY NEED A NORMAL LIFE, YOU'RE GOING TO THROW THEM BACK IN THE POLE?

BECAUSE THEY ARE THE FIRST FAMILY UP NORTH?

AND IT'S LIKE, THEIR BIRTHRIGHT?!?!?!?!?!

W H A T?

AND ON TOP OF THAT, SCOTT IS STILL DESTINED TO BE SANTA? AND SIMON, A POC, IS A VILLAIN?!?!?!?!?!?! AND CANNOT BE SANTA????????

WHITE KIND OF WHITE FANTASY BULLSHIT DID I WATCH?

The fact that Simon, who was given like, decent character development in the first two or three episodes, has become the villain? When all the signs of his character pointed to a reverse Scott (man cannot balance work with home life, prioritizes home life but can't support it as a result instead of vice versa), and an interesting plot line where he had to get past a fuckton of anxiety and also, GRIEF?!?! WITH THE MOM?!?! THAT THEY FRIDGED?!?!?!?!

And now, we have 1 flashback but we're not even seeing a change of heart from him? He's BARELY interacting with his daughter who was like, the LIGHT of his LIFE, and Grace is okay with this? She's just chillin in her tower? And spitting facts and being lonely and Simon's just like, not even noticing?

come ON. FUCK.

I am VERY mad about what they did with Simon.

So yeah, the lore is a lot but not enough at the same time, and it falls really flat because it, imo, is so self-serving to Scott who sucks, like this whole series just has me like

Like, this series, I was thinking, could've benefited from being 45 minute episodes. And I still stand by that. But ALSO, it could've benefited from uh, BETTER WRITERS APPARENTLY? WHICH IS WILD BC I REMEMBER READING THE CREDITS THE WRITERS HAD AND THINKING OH, QUALITY SHOWS--THIS COULD WORK OUT!

AND NOW LOOK! the concepts are introduced but never expanded on, hurting all of our heads and falling flat; it turns the movies on their heads (Bernard writing the clauses for Scott, meanwhile in tsc2 he;s like SHOOKETH that they missed the Mrs. Clause???????????? Hello??????? Like I get it, stepping away from movies for different source material, but like. CONTINUITY?!?!?! HELLO?!?!?!)

There's just SOO MUCH bouncing around my brain box right now, and this is just the tip of the iceberg? I can't even get past half of this! Heck!

And like, I knew from the start that the series was just a Disney nostalgia cash grab/diversity update like most of their new shit has been this year, but god DAMN. THEY DIDN'T EVEN DO GOOD ON THE DIVERSITY GIVEN THAT THEY VILLANIZED THE LEAD POC ACTOR! AND LIKE, WHY EVEN ANNOUNCE THEM SIDE BY SIDE IN THE LINEUP IF SIMON ISN'T EVEN GOING TO BE THE NEXT SANTA? LIKE WHAT EVEN WAS THE POINT?!?!?!

Also, everything Ana said in her rant? Yeah, preach it sister, FULL AGREEMENT. Why IS St Nick white? FUCK.

In conclusion, as stated previously on this post:

[minecraft-fanfiction-house]

Gore' Over Minecraft

Goretober Prompts By @cartexcreationsart & Oc-tober writing prompts from kharmio_’s

Prompt aside, a little comic I made thinking of Cheryl and werewolf getting beat up by a big wolf.

Mightve failed drawing ravager sticker's but humour and a pencil can sure make me a lot more determined to complete it<3

{Second page of Cheryl roundhouse kicking the fodder oc is still in works ♡} 3/4 mini comic sketch

I was so proud of getting a face will work on the legs and tail later[but might as well post it today, ill tag you on twitter later with the rounhouse kicking part and more detail or anatomy on the tail] I was do happy to atleast made a really good headshot to draw for you ♡ barely any visible flowers, my pink pens will have to wait ♡

The Graveager oc I created as a punching bag fodder for the small comic sketch <3

The combined Prompts inspire this Fodder's backstory and not a name used in sight!

Prompts

Oc's backstory in a nutshell & Bitten but nothing bloody

All I see is pink, the floral stench feels revolting like I'm licking the perfume.

My head is slowly unjarring to the brunt force of making a roomier tree-” Aah!”

Augh, am I glad my head isn't heavy enough for me to fall? I drop a glass bottle of wine, whining to the bruise of the bite on my head hitting the back of the tree.

The rhythmic leaves blowing in the wind with the small shake of the tree, with the long front like a skirt. Church’s hand my downs were comfortable, but the idea that it was the only thing I was wearing to feel the wind on my legs was better than I thought.

Just with a migraine, it'd be so hard to feel calm about the wind. That's so boring to have a conversation about…

Someone else was talking to me about the air during a shift, and itd always the most insane shit, ‘Do you think we had ancester ancient times that tries to communicate with us through the wind, and thats why were always cold before a village raid.’

That's one of many stupidest things I've heard grabbing a haybale. It was an existential thought after a week of feeling ancestral guilt. Where it only let me stare out off into space, wanting to give myself a little rest on the cobblestone fence with a small opening, but feeling the hot breath of the demon child of a ravager we started to call ‘Johnny’

Which, we had to stop doing because the owner of the ranch and ravagers had their kid name tagged Johnny, ‘like I'm name tagging that gruff, that ravager is intelligent as it is to be evil’.

I huffed, remembering the ranch keeper’s look. And they were a dirtied mess. This makes sense because I'd never relax with the face of the nether’s missing offspring. That Gruff had dragged them through the dirt. Too Bite Me. And die….

At least I get to have the made-up wine leave from the ranch to the church as remedies. “Grrrgh…” my torsos pains kicked in. Shit, I’d dropped the wine!

“Oh no!”

I’m so thirsty and whiny.

A trickle ran down my face looking at the bottle on the floor, the sun shimmering at the small puddle.

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383 words!

yay, I am happy with this chapter. Mightve originally have been about my vampire oc, but making my oc fodder to get roundhouse kicked by carex ravager oc Cheryl <3 It was just a joy on the fitting prompts

{:Upcoming chapters and laughter:}

Aspirational Decapitating ASMR

Tortureous Puzzle Time

Silly Stinging Fears