#the duck and i are both smoking a joint after this one

[amis127]

Man this episode. All the call backs? Evan becoming a turducken and not even being able to dance with [redacted]. K and Evan's catharsis. Jammer and Tabby. Sam was so withdrawn (which like fair, there's so much going on but I also always want to check in on my girl) but also had such a needed moment of realization with Tabby

And the preview for the next one?? Danza is back?

Am I ready for it to end?? Am I ready for Aabria to break my heart in half?? Is this how my Nana felt when she was watching her soaps???

[imaginesandbandfiction]

Second Choices

Pairing: Cassian x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: I hope this makes sense lol. I opened my planning doc for the next part of Triad, read the three sentences I had written there, and then closed it and went back to a random drabble in my notes app that exploded into this. So… enjoy, I guess? There will be three parts of this total, so click here to be added to the taglist to be notified when those go live!

Warnings: Angst, drinking, drug use (slightly forced, if you squint?), a little hint of smut at the end but it doesn't progress very far

“Y/N is a bitch,” Braelie whined, voice echoing out from the restroom’s open door. Mor sighed, snapped the cap back onto her signature red lip gloss, then turned towards Cassian’s female-du-jour. She was pretty, in an artificial sort of way. Her foundation, a shade too light, was caked on with a thick layer of matte powder that swallowed the light when it hit her face, leaving her skin dull and sullen. The dark eye makeup and too-bright lipstick made her look like a doll, and not the kind for children.

“Listen, Brae,” Mor hoped that using a nickname would soften the major blow she was about to land. She reached out and laid a light, comforting hand onto one bony shoulder. “Y/N and Cassian have been friends for a long time. I won’t lie to you, sometimes the lines get blurred when they’re both single. She’s probably having some complicated feelings, since you’re so pretty,” Mor rushed to add that last part when Braelin’s lower lip wobbled. Then she prayed to the Mother for your forgiveness and said, lowering her voice to a whisper, “she’s probably just jealous.”

That put a spark back into Braelie’s eyes, and Mor cringed. She added Cassian to her list of prayers as Braelie flounced away in search of him.

Cassian hovered with his hand on the doorknob, ready to duck out the side door to sneak in a quick smoke break while Braelie freshened up with Mor. 

Braelie was hot, sure, but Cauldron she was dumb. If Cassian had to hear the words, “wait, really?” one more time, he might not make it long enough to get her into his bed tonight. Just a few puffs of mirthroot would dull the edges of his brain enough to find her cluelessness endearing. 

She wasn’t the most exciting company, but she was reliable, and he needed that. He’d broken things off with Skyla three weeks earlier and knew that he was dangerously close to doing the one thing he wore he’d stop doing, so he went out one night, alone, and found Braelie. 

After overhearing Mor’s words, he felt guilt roiling deep in his gut. So he smoked half a joint and headed back inside. He danced with her and thought of you. Walked her home and thought of you. She invited him in for a drink and pressed her too-pink lips against his. 

He thought of you. 

Afterward, he wrapped one arm around her shoulders and waited until her breathing slowed before sneaking out through the window. He shoved off of the sill and let his wings fully expand, catching the wind and sending him soaring into the early morning sky. 

—

You hadn’t meant for Cassian’s latest fling to overhear you calling her a “Cauldron-damned floozy,” but it had happened anyway. 

“She’s soooooo annoyingggg,” you slurred, taking another swig from the wine glass in your hand. You let your head fall back until it landed on Azriel’s shoulder. He chuckled and you felt his shadows nipping at your cheeks, lightly scolding you for being bitchy. They tickled like tiny, ice-cold kisses, but that wasn’t enough to stop you. “Seriously, Az. I dunno what Cas sees in her. She’s just another Cauldron-damned floozy, good for keeping his bed warm and not much else.” 

Mor had managed to redirect Braelie towards the restrooms after that, leaving you alone in the booth with Az, completely oblivious. 

Azriel’s shadows had alerted him to her presence, and a smirk graced his lips. He sensed some major drama brewing and relished in his position at the sidelines. 

“Why, Y/N, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you sound jealous,” he drawled. You let your head loll to the side so you could glare at him, which coaxed a bark of laughter from his lips. 

—

The first coherent thought you had the next morning was water. I need water. You dragged yourself out of bed and trudged into the bathroom, gulping mouthful after mouthful straight from the faucet. 

But water could only do so much for a hangover, so you threw a robe over your pajamas and tiptoed down the Townhouse stairs. It was nearing noon but, based on the disheveled state everyone had returned in last night, you didn’t want to risk waking anyone and incurring their hungover wrath. 

Outside the kitchen, you heard low, muffled voices and paused to listen before entering. Mother forbid you end up interrupting Cassian and Braelie’s post-coital feast. Cauldron, even her name was annoying. 

“I just don’t understand why Y/N would say something like that,” you heard Cassian say, wincing as memories from last night flooded your brain. 

“Look, Y/N’s your best friend, I’m sure she’s just feeling put out now that you’re spending so much time with Braelie,” Az said, careful to keep his tone neutral. 

“Well she doesn’t have to be such a bitch about it.” 

You turned away and snuck back up the stairs to change into real clothes, deciding that breakfast at your favorite cafe was in order. Preferably paired with a mimosa or five. 

— 

Az sighed and took a sip of tea to buy himself some time to think. He’d stayed up with Mor until sunrise, talking about their clueless friends. 

While your comments about Cassian’s love life had been funny the first few times, after more than three decades, it was getting old. They recognized a pattern repeating itself ad nauseam; Cassian gets a new girlfriend, you distance yourself from him and start grumbling about the girls’ flaws, then when Cas eventually dumped her you’d be back to being best friends like no time had passed at all. And if you both happen to be single, well, sometimes after smoking too much mirthroot you’d end up all over each other. In a friendly way, of course. 

This time, though, you’d been much more open about your hatred for Braelie despite the fact that she was one of the more tolerable ‘floozies’  they’d had to deal with over the years. She was dumb but harmless, and soon enough Cassian would tire of her, resetting the cycle once again. 

So they’d decided to divide and conquer; Mor was going to try and get it through your thick skull that you’re in love with Cas, while Az was tasked with showing the General what was right in front of him. 

Easier said than done. So he decided to go for the jugular. 

“Well, it’s not like you have the best track record with females. Maybe Y/N’s gotten tired of playing nice when you’ve got someone new on your arm every other week.”

“Last I checked that wasn’t a crime.” 

Az held his hands up, raising one eyebrow at Cas. 

“Don’t shoot the messenger. If it’s really bothering you, why don’t you talk to her? I’m sure if you asked her to lay off Braelie she would.”

Cas ducked his head to hide the heat rushing to his face and mumbled something incoherent into his chest. 

“Sorry, brother, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of my shadows laughing at your blush.”

“I broke up with her this morning,” Cas growled, tightening his grip on the mug in his fist. 

Azriel cackled, laughter only growing louder when Cas glared at him. 

“It’s not funny,” Cas insisted, launching his teaspoon over the table. Az’s shadows caught it before it could make contact, turning Cas’s glare into a downright glower.  

“Alright, alright, it’s not funny. You’re just predictable, that’s all.” 

After stewing in silence for a few minutes, Cas felt his self control crumbling. Words bubbled up from his chest, through his throat, and then he was rambling. 

“I overheard Mor telling Braelie that Y/N was jealous of her,” he pushed his chair back and started pacing back and forth across the kitchen. “And at first I thought, no way, that’s crazy, if Y/N was jealous I would know. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. She always gets weird whenever I’m dating someone, right?”

“Maybe you should talk to her about it,” Az suggested, leaning back in his seat. Just a friend offering a casual, off-the-cuff solution to a problem he knows nothing about. 

“Yeah, maybe…”

—

Mor tracked you down later that afternoon, sprawled out on a blanket next to the Sidra and halfway through a bottle of vintage red imported from the Summer Court. 

“Heyyy,” you greeted her, pushing yourself up into a sitting position and holding the bottle out towards your friend. “Come to join the pity party?” 

Mor eyed you, curiosity and amusement sparking behind her honey brown eyes, and she accepted your offering. 

“And why are we having a pity party?” she asked, plopping down next to you and taking a long pull from the bottle. 

“Cause I fuck everything up, duh.” You flopped back down, this time onto your stomach. “Cassian hates me, but whatever. I’m sure he and Braelie are going to be very happy together.”

Mor had to force her eyes not to roll at your drunken dramatics. 

“I’m gonna find a boyfriend, that way when they break up Cas can’t come crawling back to me with his dick in his hand. See how he likes it.” You made grabby hands for the bottle but Mor shook her head, keeping it held just out of your reach. 

“Or you could try telling him how you feel?” She suggested, casually, as she took another sip. 

You scoffed, hiccuping giggles following as you struggled to keep your composure as mixed emotions ebbed and flowed through your body. 

“Tell him how I feel? Should I tell him it makes my skin itch whenever he dances with another girl? Tell him that I haven’t been able to finish with anyone else since the first time he fucked me? Or maybe I should tell him that he’s my mate, good idea, Mor. Maybe that will make him fall in love with me!” 

Mor let her eyes roll this time, patting you on the back. But when you flipped onto your back, she saw the pain and longing etched into the lines on your face and stared deep into your eyes, waiting for you to laugh and say it was just a joke. 

Unease settled in her stomach. 

“Wait, you’re serious, aren’t you?” she asked. 

“He’s my Cauldron-damned mate, and he doesn’t even know it. He’s too busy burying himself in the hordes of females fawning all over him to notice how much it hurts.” 

“Y/N…how long have you known?” 

“Four years,” you whispered, throwing an arm over your eyes to hide your tears from your oldest friend.

“Oh, babe,” she sighed, tugging you up into her arms. The dam behind your eyes broke and sobs wracked your body while the gears in Mor’s brain started turning. 

When you finally settled in her lap, tears dried up, she hauled you to your feet. “C’mon, let’s get you home.” 

All you managed to mutter was, “Not the Townhouse,” before she winnowed you away.  

—

Cassian dodged Azriel’s attempts at cheering him up in favor of sulking at the kitchen table all day, waiting for you to wake up. 

When it was nearing dinner time, he sighed and put together a tray of tea and pastries to bring up to you as a peace offering. But after knocking politely on your door for five minutes straight, worry started worming its way into his stomach and he threw open the door to reveal your bed, perfectly made and empty. 

“Fuck,” he growled, throwing the tray down the hallway where it crashed against the wall, broken bits of pottery clattering to the ground. He’d wasted all day waiting for you when you were out doing Mother knows what with Mother knows who. 

Screw apologies, he was on a warpath now.  

He trekked through the busy streets of Velaris looking for any sign of you, starting at Amren’s apartment and making his way through your favorite shops and restaurants with no success. Just when he was about to give up, assuming you were holed up with a male somewhere, he saw Mor ducking into one of the small cafes near the Sidra. 

“Mor!” he shouted, jogging to catch the door before it closed behind her. She turned around, and a look of shock flashed across her face before it smoothed into cool indifference. 

“Cassian,” she said, nodding at him before turning to the hostess stand. “I’m here to pick up a takeout order for Morrigan.” 

The hostess nodded and disappeared into the kitchen to grab the food. Cas reached out and grabbed Mor’s wrist, tugging her around to face him.  

“Where is she?” he asked, barely able to contain the rage flowing through his veins. 

“Not now, Cas,” Mor sighed, wrenching her arm from his grasp. “Trust me. Just give her some space.” 

“I can’t,” he growled, siphons glowing as if they were attempting to warn her that his magic was sizzling just beneath the surface. It felt like something was pulling him along, the desire to find you growing stronger the longer he looked. “I need to find her. Please, Mor.”

The hostess came back and handed a bag to Mor, who promptly turned around and dumped it into Cas’s arms. 

“Fine, then you can take this up to the House of Wind for me. I have some errands to run, you have an hour.” Cas’s face relaxed and he nodded, about to open his mouth to thank her when she waved a hand at him to dismiss him. 

But when they were back outside, she turned around to flash a sickly sweet smile at him. 

“Oh, and Cassian?” His eyes widened as he froze in place, wings spread and ready to take off. “If you hurt her, I will feed you to Bryaxis.” 

With that, she disappeared and Cassian took to the skies wondering what would be waiting for him when he arrived. 

— 

On the back deck of the House of Wind, you stood leaning against the railing, music swirling around you as you watched the sun sink behind the buildings of Velaris below. Lights blinked on one by one until the whole city was filled with twinkling stars.

With a joint in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, your mind was finally, blissfully, numb. Only the subtle ache deep in your core served as a reminder of your unfortunate situation, but even that was starting to dull. 

Of course, your peaceful night had to be ruined by the one male you had no desire to see. The sound of flapping wings and rushing of air past your face gave you a split-second warning, and then Cassian dropped to the ground behind you. 

You turned around and held the hand with the joint lazily balanced between two fingers at your forehead. 

“General Bloodshed, or whatever the fuck,” you said, wobbling on unsteady feet as you saluted him. Then you lowered your hand and took a long drag, holding the smoke in your lungs for as long as physically possible before letting it out in a steady stream pointed in his direction. “Come to fight for your fair maiden’s honor, or just to rub it in my face that you’re getting laid and you don’t need me anymore?”

“Y/N,” he said, all the anger draining from his body as he took in the bags under your eyes and the heavy winter clothes hanging off your frame even though Summer was right around the corner. It was like he was seeing you for the first time after a long mission away, noticing how much weight you’d lost, how tired your body looked. 

He set the food down on one of the lounge chairs and took slow, careful steps towards you. 

“Y/N,” he repeated, “What’s going on?”

“Nothin’, Cassie, nothin’ at all,” you said, pausing to hiccup before continuing. “I don’t care about Braelie, I don’t care about you, I don’t care about anything.” You thrust your arms out wide and turned to face the sunset, which was now casting a golden glow onto Velaris. “I’ve got a hot date with my fingers later, and I probably won’t even think about you.”

Cas ignored the heat flaring up low in his belly at the mental image that flashed behind his eyes. 

“Hey,” he whispered, coming up next to you and prying the joint from your hand. “Gimme that.” 

You turned to face him, lower lip stuck out in a pout. 

“Why? So you can leave me here and go get high with Braelie? I bet she’s real mouthy. You like em loud, don’t you? Like when females beg for that big Illyrian cock?”

Your voice got higher and higher, becoming breathless as you rambled on, letting all of your deepest, darkest, pent-up thoughts and feelings fall from your lips. Even though you knew you’d regret it in the morning, in the moment it felt so good to let them go. 

“Y/N, stop, just take a breath. I’m not going to leave you, okay!” Cassian stubbed out the joint and tossed it aside, putting his hands on your shoulders to force you to look at him. “I’m not going to see Braelie, I broke up with her this morning.” 

Your eyes glazed over as you looked him up and down, a lazy smirk blooming on your lips. 

“Ohhhh, I see how it is,” you drawled, waving a hand to summon the joint to you. Snapping your fingers to spark it back to life, you took another deep hit and then stuffed the unlit end into Cas’s mouth. He tried to protest but you held firm until he finally inhaled. Its effects hit immediately, and you watched as his shoulders drooped, muscles relaxing. With a wicked grin, you dropped from his loosened grip to your knees, palming his dick through his leathers. “Want me to kiss it better, put your broken heart back together?” 

A war waged behind Cas’s eyes; on the one hand, the mirthroot was clouding his judgment and lust threatened to take over at the sight of you looking up at him with wide eyes.  

On the other hand, he had set out to make things right, to talk to you and figure out the true nature of your feelings for him. Sleeping with you would send the wrong message. 

“Y/N, stop,” he grunted, pulling his hips back and shoving your hand away. 

“What?” you asked, your pout back in full force. “Want me to beg for it first, cause you know I will? Know I’ll give you anything you want?” You shoved yourself up to your feet, pushing onto your tiptoes so your narrowed eyes bore right into Cassian’s. 

He felt the tension that had been building all day melt away—the anger, the frustration, the confusion—all of it was gone with a snap of golden magic that flooded his body. 

You felt it, too, from your side of the bond, could see the moment it registered behind those hazel eyes. It felt like the bond was on your side, snapping just in time to help you prove a point.

“I’m done being your second choice, mate,” you snarled, plucking the joint from his hand before turning around and stalking into the house, leaving him stranded alone in the darkness. 

[archangeldyke-all]

sucking plug!Sevika’s dick (real or fake i ain’t complaining) in the car after we smoked together… sighhhhhhh i’ll do anything for her

sameeee

men and minors dni

the music is turned down low, the car is filled with smoke and the soft light of dusk. sevika's sitting back in her reclined driver's seat, giggling at some dumb joke she'd made, and her shirt's ridden up a bit, revealing a strip of her waist.

she looks delicious.

you take the final drag off the joint, then toss it out the cracked window beside you before turning your body and attention toward your girlfriend. "we got any more deliveries tonight?" you ask, innocently reaching over the center console to grab her hand. she smirks at you, turning in her seat to face you.

"don't think so." she says. "why?"

you shrug, drawing circles on her hand. "i don't wanna distract you if we've got somewhere to be." you say. sevika grins.

"how're you gonna distract me?" she asks, waggling her eyebrows. you snort, and sevika grins, then pats her lap. you scramble over the center console but surprise her when you don't get in her lap, but sink to the floor between her legs instead. her eyes bulge out of her head and she gasps. "fuck, really?!" she asks, straightening up in her seat and whipping her head around to look out the windows.

there's nothing to be seen-- you're the only car in the whole lot, hidden behind your favorite little tree-- but it's cute how paranoid she is anyways. you giggle, pressing a kiss to her sweat-pant covered thigh and waiting for her to settle back down. "all clear out there, honey?" you tease.

she huffs, flicks your forehead fondly. "you're such a slut when you're high." she says, grinning. you bite her thigh and she giggles, and you grin when you speak.

"oh, it'll be a quick chill smoke sesh babe." you imitate sevika from earlier in the night. she giggles, and you tug at her waistband, getting a glimpse of her cock. "then you show up fuckin' hard packing. and somehow i'm the slut?" you ask.

sevika just giggles and shrugs. "maybe i just know you well enough to know you get needy when you're high." she suggests, bending down to kiss your lips. "maybe i know how much you like havin' my cock in your mouth."

you shiver, and sevika smirks against you before leaning back in her chair. you quickly pull her dick out out of her pants, and both of you moan as it flops out.

she's wearing both of your favorite dick-- she likes it because it's so lifelike, you like it because it stretches you no matter where she's putting it. in your cunt, in your mouth, even your hand can't reach its base all the way.

you don't waste time before ducking down and spitting on her dick, pumping it a few times.

you've been dating for almost a year, and by far one of your favorite things you'vee discovered about her in that year is that she gets off on you touching her straps just as much as you touching her cunt. if not more.

when you touch her cunt, she's all moans and stuttered half sentences. but when it's her cock-- she's still got the clarity of mind to spew filthy shit to you. like now.

"fuck-- fuckin' love your mouth on me honey." she whines as you start bobbing your mouth up and down the first few inches of her cock. "yeah, baby, get it all nice 'n messy for me." she groans as your drool starts escaping your lips, coating the remainder of her cock you've yet to fit in your throat.

you'll get there.

for now, you focus on steadily stroking her base, bobbing your head at the tip, making a sufficiently drooly mess of her. sevika loves messes. which is a good thing, because her sweat pants-- bunched around the base of her dick-- are growing damp with a puddle of your spit.

"i love you so much, baby, shit, look at you go-- fuckin' me so well."

"mmhngg" you grunt around her. she groans.

"yeah honey, take it." fuck, her words do something to you. you sink down a few more inches, almost reaching her base, choking and sputtering. she growls, reaching up to press you down the final few inches, your nose pressed against her pelvis as you gag around her. "there you go-- that's it baby, fuck!"

sevika pulls you off and you gasp, she shoves her tongue in your mouth before you can even clean up the drool on your chin. you hum against her.

"you're so fuckin' hot." she whispers against your lips. you giggle, reaching between the two of you to continue jerking her off as she rambles against your lips. "y' look so pretty-- your eyes all pink and cryin' as you choke on my cock-- fuck, look at the pretty stain you left on my dick." she mutters, gesturing down at the pretty ring of pink lipgloss at the base of her dick. you giggle.

"'s on your lips too, y'know." you say. she grins.

"and my cheeks?" she asks. you pull away enough to inspect her, and burst into laughter when you find you've stained her entire face with your bright lipstick.

"yep." you assure. "didn't miss a spot." you promise. she grins.

"good." she shifts her hips a bit, and you giggle, knowing what she wants but wanting to hear her ask for it. "take your shirt off." she demands. you snort.

"you first." her shirt's in the backseat before you can finish your sentence. you giggle, and then raise your arms, letting her strip you. she sighs when your tits are free, reaching forward to give them each a nice squeeze before sitting back in her chair.

"alright. back to it." she says, smacking her thighs. you giggle.

"no please?"

sevika rolls her eyes, then grunts. "please."

you grin, then duck forward and take her down all in one go. sevika gasps, her hips jolting in the chair, and you choke around her cock for a second as she tries to get her humping under control.

"i'm-- you're so-- fuck you feel so fuckin' good." she whines. you moan as you start bobbing your head again, one of sevika's hands holding your hair out of your face, the other holding the 'oh shit' bar on the roof.

you reach one of your hands up to press just underneath the strap, right against her cunt through her sweats as you continue to bob your head on her cock. she whimpers, "oh!" and her hand comes flying down for her to bite her knuckles as she starts to cum. "mmmbaby!" she squeals, thrusting her hips up and choking you just a little more as she cums.

you pull off with a gasp, spit soaking your neck and chin, tears running down your cheeks as you try to catch your breath. sevika's giggling and grinning at you, reaching up to help you wipe the mess on your face clean. "good?" you ask, kissing her palm. she bursts into another round of giggles at this.

"come up here." she hooks her arms under your armpits and pulls you up into your lap, nuzzling against your face. "i love you." she mumbles. you kiss her temple.

"love you too. is my makeup a mess?"

"you cried some of your eyelashes off." sevika giggles. you groan, and she gently pinches your ass. "now... you want me to fuck you in the backseat or take you home and fuck you in bed?" she asks. you giggle and consider your options.

"if we go home, we can take those fuckin'... arousal edibles you were talking about earlier." you whisper. sevika grins, then launches forward to kiss you so suddenly your back hits the horn.

you both jump as the car lets out a 'beep!' in the abandoned lot. then, you both burst into giggles. "you're so fuckin' smart and so fuckin' hot-- how'd i get so lucky?" she asks you as you crawl into the passenger seat.

"well-- you lemme smoke a whole lotta weed for free, that was a pretty good start." you joke as she starts the car. she snorts, and you reach over, tucking her hair behind her ear. "also... y'know. you're gorgeous." you say, shrugging. sevika grins, stops the car in the middle of the abandoned lot, and darts over the center console to kiss you. you hum against her lips, then smack her shoulder. "c'mon drive! you need to get me home."

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[bagopucks]

N. Hischier - Wishing For Angels

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Nico Hischier x Fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning(s): little bit steamy, but also really not. Just pure fluff with Nico!

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“Hey Oatie.” I bent over to pet the orange and white long haired cat. My joints ached, and my body was tired, but at least I was home. I hated night shifts. Nothing was longer than an evening at work waiting for the hours to pass by so one could close and drive home. Praying that I won’t hit an animal. Or god forbid another car. It had been pouring outside, the thunder cracking in the sky above. The moisture was exactly what New Jersey needed, after collecting so much smoke from the wildfires up north.

My mind wandered to Nico. The cat came to see me. I had to assume my boyfriend was asleep. I felt Oatie weave between my legs, chuckling softly at his purring. The whole reason Nico wanted him was because he sounded like a tiny motorbike engine when he purred. So loud.

“Oats?” I jumped at the sound of my lover’s voice, looking up from the cat to spot Nico peeking through the kitchen doorway. He certainly looked like he’d been asleep.

“Evening.” I spoke just above a whisper. Nico flashed me a smile. We crossed the floor to see each other, arms sliding around one another’s bodies, lips colliding. Oatie followed, snaking between our legs and crying for attention.

“Get lost.” Nico mumbled between passionate kisses, stepping away from the cat. I laughed quietly when Nico pulled me with him, though my voice was silenced when he pressed me into the wall. It wasn’t rough or needy. It was passionate and gentle. Delicate in a way that only Nico could be.

“Poor Oatie.” I broke from the kiss as I spoke, watching Nico’s lips purse.

“He’s fine. We cuddled all night.”

“You boys are always jealous of each other.”

“And?”

“Maybe he wants some time with me.” I tried to slip past Nico ducking beneath his arm, but the moment I got around him, he spun around and wrapped his arms around my back.

“You’ve been gone all day.” His body fell back into the wall, tugging me along as I leaned into his chest.

“That’s what Oatie says too.” I reasoned playfully, earning an unamused squeeze from Nico.

“The cat is fine.” Nico argued, dipping his head into my neck to press a few quick kisses there. I leaned my head against his shoulder opposite of the one of my own his neck rested on.

“You may have a compelling argument, Hisch.”

“Finally.” Nico groaned, leaning forward and steadying my body. He reached for my hand and turned for the bedroom.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna lock him out of the bedroom.” I moaned in agony for our poor cat. Nico looked back at me with wide eyes. He simply couldn’t win.

“Please.” He insisted, tugging me along, and I followed to spare his mind some ease.

Nico was known to be cuddly and needy when we had time alone. Part of that youngest child in him craved the attention and love. One would think he didn’t get enough of it in his youth, but stereotypes did not apply to the Hischier siblings. They had all been loved equally. Though Nico did like to tease the two others that he was the favorite. And if the saying, ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ was true, then Nico being in America certainly made his mother the most joyous when he visited home.

I was led into the darkness of our bedroom, lit by a tall lamp in the corner. Nico had already laid out a pair of pajamas for me.

We had been known to sleep practically naked together. Something about the skin contact always felt most comfortable to us, but there were cold nights, like these, when we both wanted to hunker down in our matching plaid pants and cuddle up beneath a mountain of blankets.

And since we didn’t get many of these cold summer nights often, I knew Nico was itching for one. Judging both by the fact that he already had his set of matching pj’s on, and the fact that I could hear the familiar script to one of my favorite Christmas In July Hallmark movies playing on the tv.

Nico released my hand only to disappear from my side. I heard the door shut, and a very displeased meow from the outside of our room.

“Nico,” I scolded, beginning to turn to look at him, only to be stopped in my tracks by his swooping figure. He wrapped a red blanket around my shoulders, pulling me back into his body. My own ached for rest. I craved it even more so knowing that it would be coming soon, as opposed to the hours before when I had been at my desk, able to distract myself with work.

Oatie meowed once again.

“Nico, he’s gonna cry all night.” I opened my previously closed eyes, a sigh heaving from my chest. Nico did not release the grip he had on my hips.

“Just ignore him,” his smooth voice suggested in a pathetic but nonetheless sultry whine.

“How?” I closed my eyes again.

“We’ll just turn the movie up.” With that simple sentence, we went waddling across the floor. Myself too tired to leave his grasp, and himself too satisfied to release me. When we got to his nightstand, Nico unwrapped an arm from my waist to grab the tv remote, making quick work of increasing the volume. Not too disturbing, but loud enough to hopefully get the message across to our poor feline friend.

I hummed happily at the background soundtrack that played from the movie. I watched Nico’s dark eyes trail across my face before I closed my own once again.

“I don’t even know who you are.” The words fell in a whisper from my lips, the mediocre mid-Atlantic accent causing a smirk to form on my face.

“You prayed for an Angel.” Nico repeated the male love interest’s line’s far more perfectly than anybody ever could on the silver screen. He liked to complain about Hallmark movies, but I knew deep down he enjoyed them.

“An Angel?” I opened my eyes, wide smiles painting our faces in anticipation of the next line. “Why you’re short enough to be an elf. Are you sure you’re not an elf?” Soft giggles soon followed. Nico wrapped his arms around my shoulders, still behind me, slowly turning so his back faced the bed.

“I am not.” He feigned the offense of the actor as he sat down, and I rested in his lap.

“Are too..” I kissed his hands that rested just above my chest. Nico laid back, and I laid down on top of him, my head resting just on his collar. I tilted it upwards to get as good of a look at his face as I could, while he craned his neck downwards to look at me. “How did you hear my prayer anyway? I thought my balcony was to be private.”

“I patrol that street every night, ma’am.” Nico unwrapped an arm from me to play with my hair. “And every night I stop to listen to you, because you and I wish for the same things.”

“Angels?” I closed my eyes, overwhelmed with a feeling I didn’t know. We were merely reciting lines of a movie that held no meaning to us. About a soldier and a general’s daughter, falling madly in love. It had nothing to do with us, and yet it felt like maybe it did.

“To take us far away from here.” The actor -and Nico- finished the woman’s thought. “Let me be your Angel.”

“I couldn’t possibly.”

“We’ll go somewhere beautiful.” Nico whispered in my ear now.

“Not before Christmas. My family would be devastated.” The woman always listed her reasons as to why she couldn’t go. I always wished she would simply say yes from the get-go. Yet I loved to hear the man in the film list his ideas endlessly as if she didn’t continually refuse. Only now Nico went off script.

With beaches as far as the eye can see.

“With forests, and all the wild flowers you could pick.”

Where nobody knows our names.

“My mom misses us both.”

I’ll pick up a simple job.

“You deserve a vacation.”

We can be happy. Together.

“All I need is you.”

With you by my side.

“I want you to go with me.” I had closed my eyes again, wrapped in a warm blanket and in Nico’s embrace.

“To Switzerland?” I asked, yawning soon after.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“I’ve never been more ready.”

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[romanoffsbish]

In a Summer Haze

CEO!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R

Happy 4/20, 🥰 (belated by a few hours because I passed out 😏 yesterday before finishing the fic)

Warnings: Drugs (Weed): Shotgunning

Smut: Mommy(N), Oral (R), Fingering (R), Overstimulation, Double Sided Strap (R/N).

18+ | Minors DNI

Natasha truly loved everything about you.

Like the way your nose scrunched up when she'd tell you a silly joke, or how you'd pull the car over to guide ducks through traffic, but her favorite thing was how you smiled when you settled into her embrace after every long day.

What she especially loved though, was how pliant you were for her. If she wanted to try something new, you were always on board.

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Marijuana wasn't new to the redhead, but it is for you, and with how long it's been for her it'll likely have the same sort of effect on her. It's something she hadn't dabbled with since she graduated college all those years ago. Starting a company took too much time and energy, she hadn't the time for such frivolities as the CEO.

Until now that is, she was waiting for you to return from the kitchen in your Summer beach house as she rolled a fat joint. This was the first time she'd been on vacation in over a decade, she hadn't gone off since she started working. Natasha was a workaholic to her core, and if not for you she'd never stop and smell the bud.

"One scotch on the rocks for the hottie in my bed," you sang as you entered the room, "and a virgin Shirley Temple for me of course."

"Your bed?"

"If I didn't make you buy this place, it wouldn't be either of ours," you affirmed with a glare, "Plus, what's yours is mine, remember?" you flashed your ring at her as you slipped her the drink, and softly pecked her lips, pulling back with a refined grimace at the way she tasted.

Natasha chuckled, "It might not taste the best, but trust me detka, best orgasm of your life."

"How would you know?" You huffed, sending her a warning glare as you settled down on your side of the bed, she only smirked, "I lived many a life before you Y/N," she paused her talking to seal the joint, holding steady eye contact with you as she licked across the paper, then she used her fingers to seal it seamlessly.

"Which comes with experience," she finally continued on, she placed the joint between her fingers and slowly crawled across the mattress until she was straddling your lap. With her free hand she cupped your face, slowly running her thumb over the apple of your cheek with clear affection, "This life is my favorite though."

"Natty," you softly aired your insecurities with only a whisper of her nickname, "Shh, don't overthink it moya lyubov', just relax for me."

Natasha lit the tip of the pristinely rolled joint, she allowed the embers to burn until the smell of the ganja flitted between the both of you.

"Watch me," she lifted the joint to her lips, her eyes stayed locked in on yours as she inhaled with careful precision. You nearly killed her with just how adorable you looked, as if you were still that bright young intern at her company learning the ropes. Your brows were deeply furrowed, and your nose was scrunched as your eyes drank her in. "Your turn detka."

Natasha flipped the joint, she held it up to your lips, and after a moment of intense staring you took the wetted piece between your lips and sucked hesitantly. For a second it was going well, but you overdid the pull before Nat could take the joint from you, and now you were spluttering as smoke billowed from your lips.

"Gotta pace yourself detka," she mused, and you looked to her through your bleary eyes to see as she took yet another hit without a hitch.

"How are you so good?" You whined, and she chuckled softly as an idea came to her, "Here," she gripped your chin, nails softly digging into the thin skin as she did, you watched her take another slow drag off the joint, the embers at the end a bright orange as they crackled loud enough to fill the deafening silence. Natasha used her free thumb to part your lips, and before you knew it she was transferring the clouds of smoke to you through a soft kiss.

Something about focusing on her pillow soft lips made the process much easier. She softly whispered for you to inhale, and this time you did so without a need to break the kiss apart. Natasha used that to her advantage as she slid her tongue over yours, and was rewarded with a desperate moan that even she unexpected.

Everything was on a new level, you'd never felt anything like this in your life, and you were still deciding if you wanted to again. This sort of heaviness had settled into your limbs, it felt like if you tried to stand they'd be like cement blocks stationing you in place. Then in direct contrast every nerve in your body was alit, the callouses of Natasha's fingers normally were unnoticeable as they trailed over your skin, but as she runs them over your arms you shivered.

"How you feeling detka?" Natasha was amused, she could see the haze in your eyes had set in within mere minutes. She's sure you didn't even realize it, but you'd been sat there with your lips parted ever since the kiss ended.

Mindlessly waiting for more she hopes...

"Like a caterpillar," you noted seriously, and she nearly chocked on the heavy cloud of smoke she was holding in her lungs, "How so?"

"I, hm," you paused to think, it was your truth, but as is the case for most you couldn't fathom how to explain it, "Colorful," you tried, and then you pouted as she giggled in your face.

"I'm not going to tell you if you're being mean!"

Natasha set the burning joint down carefully on the bedside table, then she cupped your cheeks, "I'm not being mean, now go on."

You sighed, "You know how they scrunch their bodies to move?" she nodded with a practiced straight face, "Well, it kinda feels like my brain is doing that just to think. Like it's squeezing tight, then it's just flopping down as if we ran a marathon. Up. Down. Up. Down. It's strange."

Natasha nodded with a smirk, she went to lean in for a kiss but apparently you weren't done, "Also, they eat leaves, and now I smoke them."

Natasha snorted, "Yeah, you do," she reached over to the table to put the joint out for now, "My sweet little lightweight," she teased.

Before you could protest her very true to form statement she captured your lips with hers.

Never in your life did you imagine anything could be better than kissing your wife, but in this moment you realized the only thing better than kissing her, is doing it while being high.

There was a dull ache steadily increasing in between your legs the more she kissed you. Her tongue simply devoured your mouth as you put up no fight, and her hips ground into yours in a calculated motion, building you up unbearably.

"Please..." You begged, and the woman was grinning from ear to ear, "What is it detka?"

A whimper left you as she'd stopped touching you so intimately, you desired having her close. Natasha's pupils were blown, and you weren't sure if your eyes were deceiving you or not, but it appeared like the light green hue darkened.

"I need you mommy," you canted your hips up, pulling a surprised groan from your lover as she too was overly sensitive, "Wanna be your last best orgasm, please, make us the best!"

"You're already my best detka," she attempted to peck your worries away, and in a move to speed the previously tedious process along she trailed her lips over the taut skin of your jaw, her hands slid beneath the hem of your shirt and in one fluid motion the fabric was gone.

"Mommy's going to take such good care of you detka," she whispered hotly against the column of your throat, the hot air she expelled had you squirming as it fanned across your skin. Nat giggled as she felt the way your throat shivered beneath her lips, you'd moaned when her teeth scraped over your skin, "Such a sensitive girl."

The journey to between the apex of your thighs was provocatively slow, her focus on your breasts had you writhing, but you held no real complaints. Every mark she sucked into your skin only brought you closer to your release. Natasha had barely touched you but you felt like you were on the verge of combusting.

"Fuck, you taste so good detka," Natasha lost the need to tease you as soon as her tongue slid over the plush skin of your thigh. Your essence was intoxicating in taste and smell, she inhaled deeply, as if she could hold onto your scent forever this way, her chest was now heaving with such an intense need. A need for you.

Natasha buried her face between your thighs. There was an unlocked carnality to the way her tongue moved through your folds. She's always been a passionate lover, but this went deeper. The woman wasn't even coming up for air, and that willingness of hers to suffocate just to taste you brought you crashing over a blissful edge.

That success didn't stop her either, your bodies writhing and your screaming only encouraged her as she fucked you straight through your orgasm. Natasha was honestly drunk on you, like you were the finest Bordeaux and she was savoring every last drop. Through countless orgasms she continued to eat you out like a fiend, the way tremors of your thighs rippled against her face blew her massive ego up.

Once you reached a point of overstimulation, your legs having tightened around her head in a way that made her dizzy beyond belief, she decided it was best she showed your cunt some momentary mercy. She slowly curled her tongue while buried deep inside you, and as more of your essence spilled from within you she greedily lapped it all up for a final time.

When she finally pried your legs open she was lifting her head up to look at your expression. Your face was a picturesque reflection of bliss. There was a glaze to your bloodshot eyes that gradually tipped over the edge, the tears of satisfaction enhanced your beauty really. After your gasping had tempered you wore a smile, and Natasha mirrored it as she hovered above.

“How you feeling now?” Natasha chuckled when you rolled your eyes, “Like a happy caterpillar, maybe soon I’ll be a butterfly.”

“Oh, I can help you fly baby,” you quirked a brow, and the redhead winked before giving you a nonverbal answer, her fingers entered you and that had your back flying off the bed.

"Oh God," you cried out as she thrusted her fingers into you with little regard to your increased sensitivity, “Oh fuck,” if anything she was exploiting this limited timed response.

Natasha found your inability to speak amusing, the profanities you were just screaming faded out into incoherent babbling interrupted only by involuntary growls from deep within you. There had never been a moment like this for you two before, Natasha was a premium lover, but this experience was clearly next level.

Natasha swiveled her thumb over your clit, "There you go detka," Natasha husked hotly against your lips as you shrieked against hers, "Scream for me Y/N, scream for mommy."

Natasha watched you coming undone, propped up on her elbow she watched with rapt eyes as your mouth flew open, and eyes screwed shut.

"Open your eyes," she tapped your temple, and you hazily obliged, "Such pretty eyes detka," she smiled at you with relative ease, as if she didn't even have to focus on her hand that was jackhammering into you. Holding eye contact with her as she fucked you was dizzying, add on the way she dripped onto your thigh, and it launched you into the best orgasm of your life.

Successfully topping herself as the title holder. She’s long since ruined you for anyone else.

There was nothing more beautiful than seeing you with your lips parted, a melody of moans leaving your lips via your throat as your eyes rolled back into your head so far she was sure you could see your brain. As you worked on coming down from such a glorious high your lover sweetly peppered your face with kisses.

Once your were relatively cognizant she met your lips for a sweet, sensual kiss. There wasn’t much of a rush for either of you to part, you were quite enjoying this moment of reprieve. Because as great as she made you feel just now, you honestly needed a break, and tasting your essence on her tongue was helping to build your dying arousal back up. Something you weren’t used to either, usually after about five big O’s you were ready to tap out, but the drugs coursing in your system surged your libido on.

“Mommy wants to fuck you with her cock,” Natasha growled out her desires as you’d just separated to breathe, she felt you tense a bit, “Come on detka,” Natasha pleaded with a pout, “Just one more, please, mommy needs this.”

You meekly nodded, you could never deny the woman such relief. Not when she worked as hard as she did to provide a life for the both of you, and it’s not like it came at your expense. Her pleasure came with promises of your own.

Natasha slid the strap inside of herself, she nearly buckled at the knees due to the large intrusion, but she managed to hobble back over to the bed where she slid your end into you slowly, with a care you could feel in your chest.

“Can I move?” You could hear the strain in her voice, she was desperate, that much you knew as her slick cunt was pressed atop of yours. She was also considerate, so even if she wanted to fuck you both into a state of bliss, she would wait until you’d adjusted to your longer side.

“Go ahead mommy,” you sighed, “I’m ready.”

Natasha pecked your lips, a silent thank you, before she pulled out, walls clenching around her end to keep it more sturdy as she rammed her hips back into yours. With every thrust her ability to hold her end dwindled, instead she began to let it remain anchored in your cunt while she chased her overdue orgasm down.

Seeing Natasha in such a state only drove you crazier, her hands held your hips in a bruising manner as she chased down what was owed to her without holding back. In an attempt to help you clenched hard and rutted up to meet her thrust down, and that seemed to do the trick. Natasha bit into your neck to conceal her screams of pleasure, and as her walls held the strap tight in their fluttering state she was able to throw you over as she was calming down.

The two of you moved together, helping to prolong the both of your euphoric states until you were whining due to sensitivity. Natasha nuzzled her face against the side of your neck, her tongue prodded at the drops of blood that were dribbling from the mark she’d just left. A soft wince came from you as she lathed her warm tongue over the marred skin to soothe it.

“You did so good for mommy,” she coo’d as her lips kissed a line up your neck until the slotted perfectly against yours. The taste of your arousal mixed with undertones of copper laced your tastebuds as she explored your mouth. It was a slow kiss until it wasn’t, a momentum picked up as her nipples brushed over yours, you could feel your walls fluttering around the strap again, but when her hips moved you felt more pain than pleasure, so you whimpered.

“Shh, it’s okay love,” she pressed a kiss to your cheek before nuzzling her face back into your neck, “Get some rest, you’ll need your strength for round two where mommy plans to ride your pretty little face, my precious built in throne.”

Natasha’s heart fluttered alongside your soft giggles, they were her favorite sound to elicit. While laying atop of you she can’t help but feel grateful that she gave you a chance, that she let herself love something more than her career. Because you’ve now opened her life up to a joy she never would’ve imagined possible, and one she couldn’t fathom living without anymore.

“Mommy,” you called out to her after a few minutes and she hummed tiredly, “Yes detka?”

“I feel like a pretty butterfly now,” you admit, your high clearly still lingering, “You are a very beautiful butterfly, now close your eyes detka.”

“I love you very much,” you whispered, and the redhead smiled, “I love you most Y/N.”

“Nuh uh,” you denied with a shake of your body that jostled the tired woman, “Go to sleep Y/N!” Natasha groaned, and you giggled wildly beneath her, “Oh God, you’re a total giggler.”

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Reader:

❤️ Kaitlyn 😏

[lowkeyrobin]

Ray x reader skater rivals to lovers who both want to pursue skating as a career! Reader has their own group but they intend the same school and stuff and like they always tease each other and always have snarky comebacks towards each other and y'know that scene where everyone is skating in front of the court house that's where ray and reader always see each other and when the cops start chasing them ray and reader run together holding hands and when they hide ray is hiding reader (ray is taller than reader) and then they just kiss 🧍😭🙏

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bro when u sent me this on Discord I actually FREAKED THANM YOUUUU ; also this is just adorable, I have no idea where u get these ideas LMFAO ; ty for requesting, hope you enjoy!!

RAY ; eyes on you

summary ; youre skating at the courthouse when the cops show up, and somehow spark romance

warnings ; language, mentions of smoking/drinking

word count ; 545

masterlist

"You skate like a motherfucker!"

"Yeah, I do fuck your mom. Thanks!"

He laughs, kickflipping off the stairs at the courthouse. He maneuvers between people sitting on said stairs, using the rail as his mode of transportation down.

You two plus your other friends were skating at the courthouse, chilling with other stoners and skaters you didn't know who all came to do the same thing. Smoke and skate, or both.

Fuckshit and Fourthgrade were getting high off a joint and casually skating around, Fourthgrade filming. Stevie and Ruben sit under the shade of a tree, sweating their balls off.

Your friends were across the courtyard, skating at their little heart's desire. They were watching you hang out with Ray from afar, often making jokes and comments about you here and there.

You'd broken your board a few days ago, leaving you without one for the time being. Now, standing in your baggy clothes, you couldn't feel the breeze run over your scalp while dopamine coarsed through your brain.

Ray, out of an act of generosity but more in a teasing manner, quickly grabs your hand as he slowly drifts by, pulling you up onto his board with him. You stand literally back to front, pressed against each other. His hands rest over your waist and stomach area, holding you onto the board as you relocate your balance with him.

It catches you off gaurd, a laugh escaping your lips as you hold onto his arms tightly.

"Ollie, one, two, three!"

You both jump at the same time, successfully pulling off the trick together. Laughs escape your vocal cords as you look at each other, smiles painting your faces.

"5-0! 5-0!"

Your smiles quickly turn to frowns, facial expressions turning to ones of panic as you quickly jump off his board so he can pick it up and you can run.

You look to the side, seeing your friends sprinting off without you. He grabs your hand and sprints after them, police right on your tail. You lag behind a bit, nearly losing your shoe as you ran because the laces had untied, and the whole thing was falling off your foot.

Ray ducks and pulls you behind a large garbage bin, holding you close as you hide, seeing a few cops run right past you. Your knees are tucked to your chests, his board hiding underneath the large bin behind you.

You gasp and pant for air, sweat dripping down your foreheads and backs.

It was one of those moments that you could feel music playing in the background, a massive wave of dopamine and adrenaline coursing through your bodies. You felt like you were living out a scene in some coming of age movie.

He looks at you, pushing his locs back to get some air on his forehead. He cheekily smiles, almost like a smirk.

"Hey pal," You laugh, catching your breath.

"Hey"

You're silent for a second before you pull him into a kiss, your dominant hand resting in the crook of his neck. His hands quickly trail to your face, his hands on your jawline and under your ears.

"I guess you aren't as dumb as a goldfish then" He jokes.

"You're a bitch"

"Your bitch"

"Don't get cocky, pal"

[whereisloe]

“ Now I made it awkward, why did you let me do it? ” 🌬️🌳

farleigh start x reader

childhood best friends troupe - warnings n/a

𓆝. 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

There you were.

Amidst the crowd of a bunch of sweaty, red-faced men. Your smile was beaming as you looked over shoulder, surely making some sort of intense eye contact with the guy behind you. Holding up your hand as you grind your ass against him.

Farleigh scoffed as though it were no surprise his cousin had sunk his filthy talons into you, already. The drink in his hand became heavy as you spun on your heels and tossed your arms over Felix’s neck. You brought your lips to his ear as his hand trailed dangerously low down the small of your back. You didn’t seem to mind it, though.

The people sitting around him in the booth paid no mind to where Farleigh’s attention wavered instead, they regained it by shouting out for him to finish his shot. He complied letting his eyes fall from you and Felix for only a split moment but by the time he’d glance back up, the two of you had disappeared. Just as quickly as you had left, Farleigh let the thought and sight of you slip his mind.

“Farleigh!” You chased after the teen, jumping over rubble and debris in the process. Unrelenting with his speed, Falreigh left you far behind as he disappeared into the abandoned tunnel. “Farleigh! Don’t leave me back here” You shouted even louder as you took your time down the dangerous path that led underneath the highway. Once you reached the bottom, you peered into the entrance and noticed Farleigh had already been seated with his feet pressed up against the other side of the small tunnel. “Asshole” You muttered before ducking into the tunnel mirroring the way he sat but with straight knees, considering your height.

“I had to make sure it was still here” Farleigh had been finicking with something before handing you a lighter. You watched curiously until that ‘something’ was presented before you with an over-enthusiastic “Ta-da!”

“Where did you-” You looked over at the entrance of the tunnel before lowering your voice. “Where did you get this?” You grabbed the joint from his fingers and looked it twice over.

“May have swiped one or two off my dad before he left for his business trip. He kinda just had it laying out” Farleigh said rather nonchalantly as he pulled another out from the khakis he wore. He brought the roll up to his lips before leaning forward, gesturing for you to light the end of his. You did just that before hesitantly bringing yours to your lips. “Well?” Farleigh would further urge you with his tone.

“I’ve never…”

“You’re kidding” He’d replied astonished but moreso, guilty like he felt bad for putting you on the spot like this. “Here, just inhale” You pinched the burning joint he offered and inhaled. Farleigh laughed as you coughed up the remaining smoke from your lungs and laid your head down as your coughs overcame you. “Oh, you’re gonna be fucked up”

“Shut up” You pushed Farleigh over as you stared out the tunnel attempting to soothe the sensation in your throat by swallowing. Farleigh continued to laugh before taking the joint from your possession. Silence over came the two of you as your collective laughter died down. You both took turns taking deep drags from the joint before Farleigh chiefed the rest of it then tossed it. At this point, you both had been lying on your backs in opposite directions. You’d look over to you right watching as farleigh starred intently at the ceiling of the tunnel. The muffled thuds of cars entering and exiting the highway had been the only thing saving the two of you from the deafening silence.

“(Y/n)” His voice was quieter than usual. His tone was gentle as he shifted meeting your gaze. Your faces were so close, you could feel his breath caress your cheeks with every outward breath. You didn’t need hear his next words to start tearing up. You felt your fragile heart break collapse from the words that have yet to come. “Why are you crying?” He was sympathetic and brought a hand to your cheek. You looked around trying to stop from the tears escaping but to no avail. You felt the pain seep in and you took a rather sharp inhale.

“My dad already told me, Farleigh” You croaked through the choked up sobs you tried to hide. Silence, again. You were the first to look away as you thought about your words as best as you could in your sensitive state but, the conversation with your father kept replaying in your head. How he had just casually brought up your best friend of 10 years was suddenly leaving to live with his extended family out of country.

“I’ll write you, everyday. I promise” You shook your head with shut eyes. You couldn’t care less about letters, you were losing the only person you cared for so deeply. “It’s not like I want to do this” he grew defensive at your silence, nervous he was losing you before he could even leave. “(Y/n)…”

You looked over, eyes deadly as they peered into his. Puffy, wet, and red, your eyes watched the one person you’d been planning your whole life with since kindergarten with betrayal. You noticed his eyes had watered too. “Who’s going to take me to junior prom this year” Your question came out hushed and wispy as well as the forced laugh that followed. The attempt at lightening the atmosphere with the stupid question only added to the depressing reality of it all. No junior prom, no homecoming, no graduation, no parties, no more anything. Everything you’d plan to attend with Farleigh had become irrelevant. There was no more ‘Farleigh and I’, no more torturous pining over one another, no more sneaking him into the house, the list goes on.

Farleigh stared hopelessly in love with your gaze. Every bit about you made this entire process just that much harder. You’d sit up as Farleigh was quick to follow. “I’ll call, I’ll write, email—fuck” He let the deep inhale steal his words away as he kept from sobbing in front of you. “Anything. (y/n), anything” He searched your eyes hoping for something to settle his mind as panicked as he seemed. You felt a chill breeze pass you, your school uniform providing little to no relief from the weather as your arms and legs remained exposed. Farleigh took instant note of this and began taking his navy blazer off. “Here. I don’t want you to get sick”

You sniffled in response resisting the urge to wipe your cold, wet nose. Farleigh only ignored this and brought the jacket over your shivering shoulders. “Thanks, Farleigh” As bittersweet as this moment was, Farleigh smiled before pulling away from you. The manner you spoke in had shifted slightly higher and your eyes had a more apparent squint. You felt hazed and horribly unreal as you instinctively leaned closer where as Farleigh had pulled back. “No problem”

He was nervous when you closed more distance than he made soon you’d sloppily fall on his shoulders before bringing yourself up to meet eye to eye with him. Not like you guys haven’t been this close before, as best friends you were bound to have gotten this close. Whether if it were a party or just at some sleepover.

But, this?

Too foreign.

There was a tension present, eased by the drugs but nonetheless there. It would be a lie to say you’ve never felt this way before with your best friend. After all, you were only young. Wanting to explore this deep and complicated relationship you had with Farleigh but, you never acted on it. Too scared that your forwardness would turn friend to stranger.

Your eyes flickered down to his lips as you slowly scooted yourself closer to him. A hand traveled up to his neck as you tried to egg him on, not wanting to be the one to initiate the first kiss. Farleigh gave into the force pulling him into you. Your foreheads meant only heating up the encounter as you both gasped for air simultaneously realizing the breath you two had held. Your heart was beating horribly fast as Farleigh placed both his hands on either side of your face and tilted his head up now bring your noses together.

“Farleigh, please kiss me” The choked up words fell out as a whine once your free hand fell on his chest feeling that his heart had been beating just as fast as yours. Once he got his green light, Farleigh came on strong. As though, he was starved from your lips. He pushed you back onto your ass as he tried pushing himself further into you, as though the kiss he only just started wasn’t enough. In response, you tossed both your arms over his shoulders and leaned back until you were fully on the ground and he was hovered over your body. The kiss was sloppy but welcomed. You couldn’t think of anything more invigorating than the moment your teeth would scrape up against each other showing how desperate you both had been for this moment.

You’d let your body do the thinking from now as your hand travelled towards his waist only to pull him into you as he complied. He laid in between your legs keeping himself from completely crushing with his arm planted parallel to your face. You were the first to separate as you found yourself gasping for air. His thumb caressed your cheek as you two stared deeply at one another. You hadn’t noticed but, streaks of tears helplessly fell from your eyes. There were a million words behind your eyes but, none that could make it to the surface even if you tried. “Don’t go—”

“I love you” You felt your mouth go dry at his words.

You felt like your heart was taken right from out of your chest as he spoke so gently to you. He was cruel. Farleigh was cruel. What were you supposed to do with this? He’s going to leave you a broken mess in America while he goes to live off with his even richer aunt and uncle, soon to forget you.

You wanted the words to come out. You needed to tell him you felt the same.

“I’ll come back for you, I promise” But you couldn’t. Not a word.

He laid to your side but kept his legs intertwined with yours as he brought his voice down to a whisper.

He spoke but no sound came from it. A lost memory in the archives of your mind. You felt nothing but pain as you woke up to the deafening sound of your alarm clock. No longer seventeen, in america with your best friend, instead in oxford housing lying in the mess of fluffed blankets and pillows. “Fuck…” You sighed before tossing your legs over the end of your bed, rubbing your eyes.

You’d go about your day normally. Getting ready, going to class, talk to some friends in passing and eventually settle down at the library for some studying. With all your work you had spread messily across the table, you felt yourself sink further into an unmotivated state. “(Y/n), what a coincidence” You heard a rather familiar voice sound from behind you but, when you turned you could hardly recognize the face. “Uh, hi” you said rather conspicuously as the man approached your table. “Did we meet at the party, last night or something” you asked a bit fed up with the work in front of you, indulging in the distraction.

“Meet? Darling, we were practically fucking on the dance floor”

You scoffed amused at his wording but even moreso by his optimism. You may have been a bit of fun last night but, the likeliness of you bringing someone back to your dorm was zero. “Well, I don’t think I caught your name amidst the “fucking” on the dance floor” You gave his a sideways glance as he pulled out the chair beside you.

“Felix. You must be from America, no?” You nodded at his obvious comment before turning in your seat to face him. “I wonder what gave it away?” You replied sarcastically as you held out your hands in feigned curiosity. “Not very many of us up here in Oxford?”

“Americans? There’s a decent amount that come up here—”

“No, Felix” You laughed at his unintentional ignorance when he gawked in realization. You held out a hand as he worked up an apology. “It’s okay. I wasn’t expecting familiarity when coming up here, my parents just thought it would be nice to get out of the states for a while. I had the grades, the money, all I needed was to leave home. Find out what I really wanted in life, or whatever my mom said” You leaned closer to Felix, resting your head in your palm as you did so.

There was something to him that drew you in. He was handsome, sure. But, it was something deeper. You could tell he had a similar interest in you, you made him nervous from how close you were. His eyes darted down to his hands but quickly back up to you as he maintained his composure.

“You have any plans tonight?” He asked not backing down from your intense gaze. You grinned up at him as you thought on the question before shaking your head, well knowing you had left your friends hanging on going to a pub tonight. Surely, they wouldn’t mind plus, this way you’re making more connections. “If you’re up for it, we were planning on heading up to the pub. Me and a couple of my mates, that is.” You nodded seemingly considering the idea.

“Alright, I’ll meet you. What time?”

“Eight, at the latest” Felix’s eyes hungrily scoped your body as you ran your foot up and down his calf. You gave him doe eyes before speaking up. “I’ll see you then, Felix” You quit messing with him and turned back towards your work giving him one last glance when he whispered a quick ‘see ya’ before returning his chair and leaving. You smirked to yourself, slightly giddy that you had such an effect on people.

“ Now, let’s keep it awkward ”

𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

[nothingxs]

FFXIV Write // Steer

The air was choked with heat and smoke, the din of clashing steel echoing through the paths and corridors as soldiers pushed on further and further. The initial frontal assault on Castrum Meridianum was always just one part of a two-pronged attack, and now that the so-called Warrior of Light had upheld their end of the deal and the magitek barrier had been disabled, what was once a feint now became a real threat.

And so, it was up to them to make do on the threat. It was up to us.

"I wonder," Ilysa shouted over to the rest of us, "how much longer do you think before the Empire surrenders this position?" She held her planisphere (so much as one ever does) to her right, running alongside us and looking down to find a line of soldiers who had pressed the rest of the Flames.

"Ain't bloody likely!" Renolt shouted right back, keeping his pair of blades close. "They know how important th' position is, they won't surrender unless they're made to!"

Dameron and Nenera had nothing to add to that, following up behind me. I was about to check with them before Lanna, who had leaned ahead, had made to duck behind cover and motioned to the rest of us to do the same.

"It's a big unit," they called out to us. "From here, four magitek armors. Couple of dozen soldiers. They want to clear us out." They turned to look at me. "It's on you, Red. Our men could overrun theirs, but not with those armors with them. What do you say we give them hell?"

I remember feeling myself grin as I looked to the others.

"Right. Ilysa, give Ren and Lanna a little boost. Dameron, you rain some hell to give Ren a shot at one of 'em. Lanna, see if you can't briefly commandeer one of their machines to cause problems. Nene, once Lanna's clear, burn 'em." I drew my sword and readied my shield, confirming my instructions with everyone with a nod.

"Right, Red," Ren fired back as he started to pull some throwing daggers from his belt. "So what are you gonna do?"

"I'll be right there with you."

What followed always was a bit of a blur.

It's hard to really key in on things; we've always just trusted each other to have each other's backs. I saw Ilysa draw cards and pass blessing both to Renolt and Lanna. As soon as Dameron's massive fireball caused the Imperial ranks to shake for just a small moment, one of Ren's daggers had found purchase right through the neck of one of the pilots.

Nenera and I moved to draw attention, getting quickly behind cover and providing enough of a distraction for Lanna to swing around, quickly leaping up to the disabled pilot's machine, reaching in, grabbing the controls and letting loose on the Garleans themselves. Dashing out from cover and cutting through the line of soldiers with other Flames at my back, Nenera's Ruby followed through and unleashing hell upon the remaining armors as Lanna fell back.

And amidst the chaos, pressure from all of us on the now-scattering force was all that was needed. A few well-placed cuts to fuel lines and joints from my sword and the encouragement of levin, wind and ice joining soon after the explosions were the only things we needed to disable the machines. And so, we charged ahead.

Or in any other case, we would've charged ahead.

A small pain that I'd dismissed in the back of my skull, now radiated throughout my head. The deeper we got into the Castrum, the deeper the feeling had got. I had dismissed it as a lack of rest, but this wasn't just a headache. It felt like I was being pulled.

Pulled away.

As we advanced, I stopped, and clutched my head, and looked ahead in the distance. My breath caught and I was filled with what I could only call dread. Ilysa and Nenera, who had been tending to the lightly wounded in the back, caught on, and Nenera was with me first.

"Cel, love, what's the matter? Why've you stopped? Are you hurt?"

"…Something's wrong, Nene." My eyes were fixed forward.

"Well, it's war; I'd hope—"

"No. Nene, listen to me," and I crouched to meet her eye level, hands on her shoulders, though I could still not bear to look anywhere but into the depths of the Castrum. "Something is wrong. Something feels wrong. We need—we have to retreat."

"Retreat? Love, are you mad? Th—"

I had finally turned to look at her.

She never told me what it was in my expression that convinced her. I just remember her looking at me with some level of horror, swallowing, and nodding.

I sounded the call to retreat. Our men seemed confused, at first, but the urgency of the call convinced them of its seriousness.

We'd started to fall back. I like to think it was the urgency with which I was waving men back that convinced them it was serious. Our men had stopped to help the wounded to get back, as well. Among the wounded had been a few Garleans as well, and several Imperial soldiers had advanced… confused as to the sudden ceding of ground. Still, they didn't chase, choosing to gather their wounded.

The pain in my head suddenly felt like it might split it in two.

I yelled to my men to hurry.

One of the Imperial officers met my eyes in the confusion.

I yelled at him to run.

We were told there was a flash of blue and white, right after. None of us remembered.

All we remembered was waking up outside of the Castrum, our wounds being tended to, having been too close to the blast.

...did those Garleans make it out...?

[sxnyarostova]

symbiosis

do i put this on ao3. anyways this is my velma/roxie fic i hope you enjoy i love them

Roxie Hart reckons that she’s going crazy. Consistently oscillating between this ingenious high and manic low, she never stays in either mood long enough to feel comfortable, to feel like she’s riding the wave of life. Touring’s hard work, something that takes a toll on both the mind and the body– Velma’s words, not hers–, but there’s typically no problem she can’t deal with when she’s got liquor on her hands. 

A glass of gin and a splash of icy water on clammy cheeks usually calm her right down: the combination doesn’t help her very much anymore, though. She’s taken this remedy a little too many times, which explains her growing resistance to its calming properties. These days, the only thing that truly ties off the frayed ends of her psyche with a pretty little ribbon is, well… Velma. 

Roxie doesn’t love her: it’s become a mantra over these past months spent ducking in and out of hotel after hotel and theatre after theatre. There’s the occasional pharmacist and gin joint as well, but that doesn’t count. 

Instead of doing whatever love entails– because how the hell is Roxie supposed to know what love is when she’s never seen it in action?–, they kiss, they fuck, and Velma disappears somewhere between midnight and eleven in the morning, or at whatever ungodly hour Roxie wakes up after a night of debauchery. It’s an understanding they’ve reached, something as sure as the lacquered planks beneath her feet, an aspirin tablet swallowed dry that leaves an indent in her throat long after it's worked its magic. It is not love. 

Roxie never did very well in school, but she’s making up for lost time. Touring means that she spends a lot of time in a train carriage with Velma, who smokes, drinks, stretches, and reads magazines: there isn’t exactly a way for Roxie to kindle a conversation when Velma gets all quiet like that, so she’d gotten her hands on a book about animal behaviour, of all things, from a dressing room somewhere in Illinois

It’s interesting, with little tidbits about interspecies relationships. Take predator-prey, for example; it’s one she’d known all about even before she cracked open the dusty tome. It’s kill or get killed in America, after all: a girl has gotta have learned something after she’s fended for herself in this cesspool of a country for this long. 

But symbiosis is something she’s never heard of before, and she reckons after a brief skim of the chapter that Velma Kelly excels at whatever this professor is banging on about. Somehow, regardless of how the other is involved in her affairs, Velma Kelly always, always comes out on top; she’s the symbiote, the organism that gains something even if she’s leeching blood, leaving trails of her venom in somebody else’s blood, or spreading diseases left, right and centre.

It’s infuriating, but Roxie finds herself crawling back to Velma’s bed anyway. When you’re desperate for something to curb the restless ticks that haunt your head, you’ll do anything.

(She still remembers the panic that had risen in her throat after that first night, when she’d woken swaddled in sheets, sitting in the most fragrant viper’s nest known to man. Roxie had always known that she was going to spend her days scorching in hellfire– murder didn’t grant you a seat by Jesus– but she wasn’t ready to be indicted into the Devil’s inner circle. Surely there was something wrong and sinful about what she’d done with Velma the night before; surely there were scriptures in the Bible that forbade women from touching like that. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Velma had asked as Roxie scrambled for her robe, which lay in a crumpled heap of velvet on the hotel carpet. Despite her casual tone, an undercurrent of venom lazed beneath Velma’s words. “Were you faking those giggles last night, Roxie Hart? Are you considering leaving vaudeville and busting into Hollywood with your affected little squeals?” 

“I– no!” Roxie mumbled, blindly throwing her arms through their respective sleeves. “I’m fine. I really am fine. Last night was… new, that’s all.” She blinked, brushed a flyaway curl back into place, and offered Velma a blinding smile. 

“I thought new things didn’t scare you: always considered you a modern girl.” Velma raised an eyebrow as she stopped in front of the vanity, fingers deftly securing a double string of pearls around her neck. She fixed the clasp before latching her eyes onto Roxie’s ruddy complexion, her bob swishing by her ears like a beaded curtain. “I know what this is. You’re thinking about sinning, ain’t you?”

Roxie hated how Velma seemed to have her entire world and all its inhabitants figured out. Life was nothing but a jigsaw puzzle to Miss Velma Kelly, and every piece she put down always managed to lock into place. “...Well, don’t you ever think about sinning?” Roxie said, fiddling with the sash of her robe. “I don’t know how often you fuck blonde girls who you met in a jail cell, but—”

Velma guffawed. “I stopped repenting when I was twelve, sweetheart. The only compass I’ve got is my heart.” She gave her chest a gentle thump. “Whichever way it aims is where I’ll go, and if it’s pointing in your direction—” she threw her hands up as if to say ‘what the Hell’ “—then that’s where I’m headed ‘til it tells me otherwise.” 

“Oh,” Roxie said, brows furrowing. “Well, I– I don’t know. I–”

“Did you enjoy it?”

Roxie nodded, platinum hair bouncing earnestly around her face. 

“And did you feel like it was wrong when it happened?” 

Despite the condescension in Velma’s tone, Roxie found it in her to respond, shaking her head no. 

“I don’t see what the problem is, then,” Velma said, sitting primly atop the vanity. “You see, sex is a little like murder. If you felt justified when you did it, you don’t have to worry your pretty little head off about it.” She held up a flask, glinting silver in the noontime sun. “Care for a little pick-me-up?” )

Roxie wonders if Velma’s a drug of sorts or an exorcist with the blessing of some twisted God who likes helping murderesses stave off their guilty consciences. She’ll be tearing out her hair one moment and laughing the next: as soon as Velma’s teeth meet the lobe of her ear, the crowding voices that haunt Roxie’s head dissipate into nothing but malevolent spirits, melding into the atmosphere. 

She sighs, pulling another cigarette from the open box in her robe pocket and slipping it into her mouth. Velma, Roxie muses, needs her for the success of their marquee-lining act: she needs Velma for all the wrong reasons. Roxie uncaps the lipstick on her bureau, gives the base a tiny twist, and begins absentmindedly applying another layer: she doesn’t know why she bothers. Her lips are plump and red enough, and Velma’s practised lips remove any traces left after a night of performing. It’s just therapeutic, she supposes, the feeling of wax sliding across her lips. 

“You ready?”

The lipstick in her hand deviates from its trajectory and streaks across her face. “Jesus, Vel,” Roxie hisses, hastily rushing to a mirror and rubbing away the runaway line of red. “You ever learned to knock?”

“What difference would it make? I’d still come in regardless of your response,” Velma shrugs. She grins, pulls out a tissue from a nearby box, and passes it into Roxie’s waiting hands. She is striking in her costume, kitted out in a dark leotard with obsidian garters that blossom against her skin. “Well? Are you ready, kid?”

“Yeah,” Roxie grumbles. She gives her curls one last fluff, readjusts her own pearly pair of stockings, and tosses the tissue into the bin. “But– Velma? Before we go? Can you–?”

Her mind is running circles at the thought of performing. If she thinks long and hard about it, Roxie’s been a performer her whole life. She’s acted for her parents from the age of five and for her prospective beaus from the age of fifteen, doing the former out of fear and the latter out of a deep-seated desire for security. She’d acted when she was on trial, too, and frankly speaking, Roxie’s exhausted. 

She needs someone to remind her that she’s Roxie Hart, and the only person who can do that is Velma, with her kisses and brass comments and the behavior that she only displays when she’s around Roxie. Velma Kelly is Roxie’s savior; the lighthouse in the distance, the shore that Roxie longs to find after hours spent in the water. This is symbiosis. 

Velma pecks Roxie on the cheek without another word. 

[toomuchracket]

sweetheart! George def offers to sneak girly into a bar/smoke her out or smth for helping him get a good grade on his project!! I hc that she’s not a total goody two shoes but just v focused on school & devotes a lot of free time to that rather than partying yk. and then maybe if he does well on a final then he takes her to a sweet romantic dinner & pulls out all the stops in order to thank her properly

agree with you about girly!! so convinced that george - being the thoughtful respectful boy that he is - would wait until exam season is fully over before asking you out BUT just before exams begin, george has like a little not-really-a-party party at his house one friday night. you, him, the boys, some of your friends... quite a small crowd, but fun! and a few days pre-gaff, george is like "look i was gonna get some weed for myself for the party and i'll get some for you if you want?? no pressure, and if not i'll get you something else, but i want to thank you for all your help and i figured it might be a nice way to relax before exams", and you're like omg he's so cute and you agree. it starts with the two of you chilling in george's garden on this nice early summer evening. and then - because i'm me and i'm obsessed with it - i reckon george would probably shotgun you with the joint a few times before he passes it to you to smoke. and pretty soon you're nicely high alongside everyone else at the party, lying on the grass with george just looking up at the sky contentedly. but then you get restless (me) and have a wander around the house - maybe you end up in george's room just staring at the drum kit in fascination, and he finds you and giggles at how intently you're scrutinising the snare before promising he'll teach you how to play them at some point. and then you get the munchies so he takes you to the kitchen where someone (probs matty) is making toast - george steals you some, and just sits patiently with you as you come down. sweet boy!

in terms of the romantic dinner... i think that's something george would maybe do a little bit further into the relationship rather than at this point - to me, he's so sweetly tentative with you initially, and i think your first date thingy would literally be like him taking you for a drive and a little picnic (thanks to the council @throughthepostmodernlens for that suggestion!). you've both been cooped up indoors studying, and when he suggests it you literally jump at the chance to spend time with him in the sunshine. he picks you up, looking all cute, and then takes you to the shop to grab some food you like; it's your first time being all domestic together, and george is so smitten with you, especially when you make disgusted faces and side-eye the people next to you in the aisles for buying disgusting things (scotch eggs, definitely) but then smile at him immediately after. he absolutely pays for everything when you get to the checkout, which you're annoyed at because he wouldn't take petrol money off you either, but you get around it by saying "fine, my turn to buy things next time the two of us go out, yeah?" - george agrees because oh my god you want to go on a date-like thing with him again?? he would literally do anything for that. bless him. anyway, you guys probably end up chilling in a nice park somewhere - george was so conscious that he wanted to take you somewhere nice and sort-of quiet but also not secluded enough that you would think he was trying to put the moves on you in his car - with your little picnic, eating and chatting and giggling and watching the ducks on the pond. and you're down horrendous for him, seeing him all relaxed and sweet and sunlit and HOT; he's wearing a t-shirt and, even at 17, his biceps are a thing of beauty. george thinks you're beautiful, in your little t-shirt dress and sandals, and he just can't stop looking at you. that comes in handy, though, as the afternoon turns to evening and the air gets cooler - he notices you're getting goosebumps before you do, and hands you the hoodie from his bag before you can even admit to being chilly. and you both go a little bit insane when you wear it, because oh my god you are wearing george's clothes - it smells like him, but it takes on a hint of your perfume too. and you're still wearing it when george drops you back home that night and walks you to your door - he's too distracted by the little peck on the cheek (precariously close to his lips) that you give him before saying goodnight and heading inside to mention it. although he would have told you to keep it anyway - it's yours now, and so is he <3

[steam-powered-chaos]

Creation (Chapter One of Data’s backstory)

(This has not been proofread by anyone else and is held together by duck tape and sheer will)

“…Turquoise matter proved to be an unstable power source… I’ve managed to ste- no, I mustn’t put that on the record- borrow, some blue matter from Walter Robotics during my visit to America, which is also used to power the inspiration for this little project. This will be the… fourth test of my project, and hopefully one of the last, if my calculations prove to be correct.” The scientist tapped the Recordio with her pen, glancing up at the 5’3 foot tall robot standing dormant in front of her, loose wiring still sticking out of its leg joints.

She grabbed the lever on the wall, yanking it down and causing the power to flash and dim, before finally the room went dark as smoke filled the study. The scientist coughed and hacked on the foul rubbery smell, both due to the smoke and her own breathing hinderances. She sighed a heavy sigh, lighting a candle and speaking once again into the device, “Fourth project test, unsuccessful… I’ll find a way to fix it, if it’s even possible, but first I need to restore the power-.” She paused when she heard a click from behind her, and a faint metallic sound. The scientist spun on her heel, gazing at the robot.

It’s eyes were open. She clapped in sheer delight, taking long strides over to her creation, which tilted its head with a few pops and the hiss of hydraulics. It opened its mouth, letting out another metallic sound, unable to form speech without the knowledge. The scientist grabbed the robot’s bronze hands, clasping them close to her chest and beaming at it, like a mother looking at her newborn child.

“My dear… I can’t believe you work!- Can you understand me? Nod if you can understand me!” She spoke hurriedly, but a soft note had entered her thin, high voice, her stringy brown curls becoming undone out of her tight bun. The robot paused, before nodding, their eyes flickering towards the poster pinned up on the wall, before flickering back to the scientist. She gasped in joy and embraced the robot, with the robot simply mimicking her movements with a little too much force, causing her to stumble away from them, a gentle pat on their arm to reassure them after they gave a worried series of clicks at her sudden fit of coughing, “I am your mother, my sweet creation, and your name shall be Data.” The scientist, or rather now, the mother, ran her fingers through Data’s hair as they processed the information. It was a few seconds, before they opened their mouth again.

“…mother”

[ghostconsumer]

Kinktober Day 1 - High Sex (Swiss x Reader)

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Swiss x reader Featuring: high sex, blowjob, forest sex Word Count: 1.2k

Prompts from @kroas-adtam Day 2

“Can I ask something of you?”

You hummed, kissing him again. After a moment, you pulled back to let him speak.

“Would you ride me while I finish this joint? Don’t worry, you know as well as I do that nobody will find us out here.”

Under the cut, or on ao3

“Congratulations, Sister, you’ve found my hiding spot.”

You jumped at the unexpected noise, whipping your head around to find its source. The surrounding trees hid no shadowy figures, and the only sound you heard now was the quiet rustling of leaves. Deep into the woods behind the cathedral was just about the last place you expected to find somebody while out walking. Hopefully you weren’t going crazy.

You heard the voice again, chuckling, “I’m up here.” 

You cast your gaze upwards and spotted a ghoul sitting on a rocky ledge above you. Realizing it was just Swiss, you sighed in relief. “You scared the hell out of me, Swiss. What are you doing so far from the cathedral?”

“I could ask you the same. C’mon, join me up here. There’s a way up over there.” He pointed down to a dense patch of trees on the side of the ledge.

You made your way off the makeshift path and into the trees Swiss had pointed at. Ducking under some branches, you found a sort of natural staircase against the side of the rock face. You had walked this path many times, venturing out into the depths of the woods whenever you got tired of being cooped up in the cathedral. Never before had you encountered Swiss, nor had you ever considered the possibility of scaling the small cliff that lay on the side of the path. You considered the steps again as you climbed. They seemed too even to be natural. Perhaps a ghoul had made them somehow, whether that be Swiss or another ghoul with earth powers who wanted to go up there. 

Standing at the top of the ledge, you could just make out the tallest spire of the cathedral over the tall trees. Swiss was looking out over the forest, holding himself up with his arms as he leaned back. A couple of burned out joints sat on the rock next to him, ashes fluttering away with every gust of wind. His tail swished behind him, scraping gently over the dirt and pebbles scattered across the stone. You sat next to him, swinging your legs over the edge to let them dangle in the air.

“It seems I’ll have to find a new hiding spot now,” Swiss spoke up beside you. “The whole point of calling it a hiding spot is not being found.” You saw Swiss turn to face you out of the corner of your eye, but you kept your gaze on the trees. “Maybe I’ll give you a reward for finding me. How does that sound, darling?”

“What!?” You turned to face him, warmth rapidly spreading across your cheeks. He laughed at your expression, which you assumed was a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.

“I meant I might give you one of my joints,” he said, a slight chuckle in his voice. “Though, I’m not opposed to… other kinds of rewards. Seems you might like that, Sister.” He turned away from you, fishing a joint out of his pocket so he could light it. 

“I’m uh.. I’m fine. I don’t want a joint right now.” Pointedly you fixed your gaze on the trees, not wanting your eyes to linger on Swiss’s form. Now that he had placed the thoughts in your mind, you couldn’t help but notice how good he looked right now, holding himself up with one hand while he smoked.

You both gazed at the trees in silence, the earthy smell of weed slowly filling the air as Swiss blew clouds into the sky. After what seemed like an eternity, Swiss spoke again.

“Are you sure you don’t want something else?” He paused, letting his question hang in the air. “I want you… if you’ll have me.”

The rustling of the surrounding trees had come to a halt, and the creatures of the forest remained silent. A pounding filled your ears, the singular sound of your heart becoming oppressive. The air around you felt heavy, fear weighing on your mind as you considered your response. Your hesitation only came from deep-seated fears, those of rejection and commitment and their consequences. “Yes, Swiss, I want you.” You looked over to see a soft smile on his face.

“Come here, then.” Swiss scooted back away from the ledge, then patted his thigh. “Come and sit on my lap and let me see your pretty little face up close.”

You stood and made your way over to Swiss. He looked up at you, his eyes soft and his gaze wanting. A cloud of smoke slowly left his lips and drifted up to you. You sat gently on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he smiled. He leaned forward and captured your lips in his. The kiss was slow and gentle, like he had all the time in the world to savor it. You supposed he did. He tasted of weed and smoke, fitting considering his elements. Swiss pulled away, just the slightest. “Can I ask something of you?”

You hummed, kissing him again. After a moment, you pulled back to let him speak.

“Would you ride me while I finish this joint? Don’t worry, you know as well as I do that nobody will find us out here.”

In answer, you released him and guided your hands to the button of his pants. You could feel his cock pushing up against his pants as you shimmied them down. You shifted back as his cock came free from his underwear, and you pressed a kiss to the tip. 

“Fuck, don’t tease me like that,” Swiss groaned, taking a hit from his joint. As he began to exhale, you leaned in and inhaled his smoke before the breeze could blow it away.  

“How about I give you a blowjob instead? I don’t feel like wrecking my knees on this rock.” While it’s not like you didn’t want to ride him, outside wasn’t exactly the best place to do it. A blowjob, however? You could give him that.

“If you really want to, how could I say no? Though I thought the whole premise of this was rewarding you,” Swiss chuckled.

“Well, how about you just give me my reward later, then,” you smiled up at him. You lowered your head back down and licked the underside of his cock, eliciting a groan from him. You took his tip in your mouth, gently licking the pre-cum from the head before taking the rest of him in your mouth.

Moving your head up and down, you fit as much of him as you could without choking yourself. “Fuck… I’m going to cum so fast… I’m too high for this,” Swiss began to ramble as you continued to work, hollowing your cheeks and using your hand to work the part of his cock you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum if you keep that up.” 

True to his word, Swiss came shortly after. His cock twitched in your mouth as ropes of cum began to hit the back of your throat. Luckily for you, it was easy enough to swallow down as you worked him through his orgasm. Taking your mouth off him, you watched as he laid down on the rocks, mumbling to himself.

“I usually have stamina, I swear,” Swiss spoke. “I don’t know if it’s the weed or what, but that was the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten.”

You laughed at him; he was clearly a little out of it, too high off endorphins and weed to think clearly. “I think it’s the weed,” you said, still laughing.

“Hey! Don’t laugh at me… I’ll prove it to you later.”

“Please do.”

[archangeldyke-all]

I just saw this art and had some CEO Sevika Thoughts 😵‍💫😵‍💫

https://twitter.com/2400db/status/1777950953817207073

O. M. G. i'm combining this with another ask i got because these two reqs go together like peanutbutter and jelly. EEEK! (also, the link doesnt seem to work now, but it was art of two characters-- i'm not sure who-- where one was sitting in a spinny wheel office chair, back to her computer set up, and the other was straddling her, trying to talk on the phone while the first girl is feeling her up)

the last tidbit in your vacay sex w ceo sev hcs inspired me. could we please get something soft with high!sev after both her and r have smoked?

i like to imagine her hair in a bun with a hoodie and sweatpants on. just looking so pretty and soft and staring at reader like :]

i also like to think she likes skin to skin. :3

🌕

men and minors dni

from time to time, you and sevika work from home.

her penthouse has three bedrooms. one for the two of you, one for guests, and one you've turned into a little study for the both of you for times like this.

two desks on opposite walls, a few bookshelves, a couch, it's a good space. it's helped a lot over the years. when sevika's sick, you manage to convince her to just spend the day in her study instead of torturing herself by dragging herself to work. when the two of you are feeling burnt out, a day taking calls and video meetings at home always help.

and today, you're using it for the best reason of all. it's a snow day.

the city below sevika's windows is covered in a blanket of snow. you've been watching the white powder fall all day. sometimes the blizzard rages so hard, that all the windows in sevika's high rise are greyed-out, and it's like you guys are living inside of a cloud.

sevika has no meetings today. you don't either. so, in an effort to stay cozy, you both decided to stay in your pajamas. sevika looks so snugly in her big sweatshirt and plaid pajama pants. her feet are socked in mis-matched animal print socks, one cats, one ducks. her hair's in a messy bun, and she's still got a bit of sand in her eye even though it's almost lunch. you love her like this.

it's been a slow day. with the whole city trapped inside, the usual twenty calls an hour you're used to answering has dwindled down to two.

at lunch, sevika manages to convince you to smoke a joint with her.

"c'mon babe." she whines, kissing up your neck as you stir the tomato soup heating up on the stove. "no one's gonna need us today. and we're already so cozy, 'n we got nowhere to go..." she wiggles the fat joint she'd rolled in your face. you huff and roll your eyes.

"i need to talk to HR." you grunt, snatching the joint out of her hand and shoving the bubbling pot of soup to the side. "my boss is peer pressuring me to do drugs with her." you tease, quickly lighting the tip of the joint against the burner before putting the soup back. sevika snatches it from you before you can take a puff, running out to the balcony. "sevika!" you squeal as she throws sliding door open. "you're gonna freeze your ass off!" you laugh.

"come here!" she demands, waving you over. you giggle, turning the burner off and running after your wife, grabbing two blankets off the couch as you go.

the balcony is spacious and covered, but with the wind this high up, there's only four inches of space that hasn't been covered in snow. you and sevika squeeze together in the shelter, shivering and huddling under the blankets as the blizzard rages around you.

"you're insane!" you laugh, sevika pulls you closer to her chest, puts the joint, somehow still alight, between your lips.

"puff." she says. you forget the cold for a moment-- the demand sending a shock of arousal down your spine. you take a hit, keeping eye contact with her, and she grins, before pulling the joint away and pressing her mouth against yours.

you exhale, and sevika inhales the smoke from your lungs before she shoves her tongue down your throat.

she pulls away with a smirk. you gulp. "there. warmer?" she asks, putting the joint to her lips as she smirks down at you. you huff, then stick one of your freezing cold hands under her sweater, pawing at her nipple. she squeaks, you giggle at how quickly her nipple gets hard in your fingers.

you guys smoke the joint fast, after that, faster than you probably should've smoked a joint that big. but it was so cold, and the only relief was the warmth from the joint, and you couldn't really feel the high out in the cold...

which means that once you guys get inside, giggling and shaking the snow off your blankets and out of your hair as you quickly warm up, you're both hit with a very sudden, very intense high.

you know you're fucked when it starts to feel like you're underwater. you know sevika's fucked when you look up from your feet where you're struggling to get out of your slippers, and find her giggling at a dick she'd drawn in the frost on the glass wall of the living room.

"sev." you whisper, grinning. she looks over at you, her smile growing impossibly wider when she sees you. you can practically see hearts in her eyes, and you snort. "oh shit." you laugh.

"we still got work." she giggles. you bite your lip.

"fuck." you chuckle.

"ooooh babe! food!" she says suddenly, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the kitchen.

logically, you know that it only takes about ten minutes to make two grilled cheeses and heat up some soup. but it feels like it takes a year.

you keep turning the burners off by instinct-- and sevika has to laugh and turn them back on, reminding you that you're cooking lunch.

she keeps trying to 'season' the food-- which is concerning for a number of reasons. one being that sevika's a horrible cook, who doesn't know the difference between a teaspoon and tablespoon; two, being that she's holding the cinnamon sugar while she says it. the third, most concerning thing is that you're tempted to let her. cinnamon grilled cheese? your high, munchie focused mind thinks, that could work...

eventually, the food is finished, without modification. sevika has to smack your hands twice to remind you to wait for it to cool off. you have to smack hers once.

you guys eat, curled up together on the couch in your study. it could be the weed, but you think it may genuinely be the best grilled cheese of your life.

sevika seems to agree. she keeps moaning and grunting as she chews and slurps her soup.

it should gross you out. she's too high to mind her manners and chew with her mouth closed. really though, it's just turning you on.

she looks up at you, her cheeks stuffed with grilled cheeses, tomato soup dripping down her chin onto her lap, and you bite your lip. she chews, swallows, then speaks. "you wan' som'a mine?" she offers.

your heart leaps in your chest and you surge forward, pressing your mouth against sevika's. she groans, her hands flailing, and she clumsily puts her dishes on the little coffee table. the second she's free, you straddle her lap, clawing at her shoulders, pinning her to the couch. she pulls you down to grind against her, sinking her nails into your hips. you shudder.

you aren't wearing anything under your pajama pants, and you know sevika isn't either. it's just two thin pieces of flannel separating you. for a moment, the dry fabric adds a delicious friction to your movements--but you soak through your and sevika's pants in less than a minute.

and, fuck, you feel like you're in heaven. you feel like you're melting into sevika, it feels like her fingers are made of magic, the sweet grunts and whimpers she's letting out sound like music.

she's like putty in your hands too, chasing you when you pull back, whining when you pull away to breathe. you giggle, smiling down at her and tucking her flyaways behind her ears, she sighs, nuzzling against your palm, and you lean down to kiss her forehead.

"love you." you whisper. she smiles.

"i love you too." she says. you watch in fascination as she licks her lips slowly, looking you up and down. "so... y' gonna ride me now or what?" she asks, grinning and waggling her eyebrows at you.

you burst into a fit of giggles, and sevika grins, nuzzling against your neck and sucking hickeys into your throat. "mmm... okay." you agree. you can feel her lips curl into a smile against your neck, her fingers tugging the drawstring on your pajamas undone.

suddenly, your work-phone starts ringing on your desk. you and sevika both turn around to glare at the sound, and you groan when you realize what it is. sevika makes a choked sound. "n-no--" she manages to whine before you pull yourself off her lap and start walking over to your desk.

sevika squawks, and then in a flash, she sprints over and squeezes between you and your desk chair, flopping into it and tripping you on the way. you squeak, but sevika catches you around your waist, pulling you onto the chair, and her lap, in a straddle. you huff, glaring down at her, and she grins.

"answer the phone." she demands, just like earlier on the balcony. you shiver, and she grins, tugging your pants down over your ass as you bend over her and grab the phone off your desk, pressing it to your ear

"hello?" you choke out. sevika chokes on a laugh, smacks your ass, and you flail, squeaking and smacking her shoulder as you do.

the voice on the other line-- somewhat familiar, a recent client's assistant or something-- asks to speak to sevika. sevika, the exact moment the voice says her name, sinks her teeth into your neck while her fingers start to circle your clit.

"ah-huh-wh-sheeee's, uh, she's not available right now." you say, cringing. sevika's free hand tugs your sweater up, and you smack her forehead-- already knowing what she's planning.

the voice on the phone babbles on and on-- you're not sure about what, you're distracted by the cocky smile she shoots you before ducking in and taking your breast into her mouth. you moan, a horrible, very audible "aaah!" right into your phone.

sevika grins like the devil.

"sorry, s-sorry--there's a bug!" you choke out before the person on the phone can ask you any questions.

oh that's okay. the voice says. i'm the same way, especially about roaches. ew. anyways, as i was saying...

sevika shoves three fingers past your lips and down your throat, you gasp, sputter, and choke, and sevika pulls her fingers free just in time for you to mutter a "sorry, continue," down the line, before shoving her fingers back in your mouth.

it's possibly the hottest thing that's ever happened to you. she keeps thrusting her fingers in and out of your mouth, tiny clicking wet noises escaping with every thrust of her fingers as drool starts to drip down her wrist and your chin.

you try to keep your moans to a minimum. you don't succeed very well.

"you like this?" she whispers. you nod, your eyes closed, tears soaking your cheeks as she continues to fuck your throat with her fingers.

she giggles, then pulls her hand away.

you gasp, your eyes flying open for you to glare at your wife. she just darts forward and gives you a quick kiss, and then she sinks one of her drool-covered fingers inside of you.

you bite your tongue to keep from whining. she kisses a path to your tit, gives it a few nips, then bites your unkissed nipple as she sinks a second finger in your cunt.

"uhhhn, fu--she actually just walked in--here she is--" you spit out before pulling the phone away from your mouth, letting out a long whine, and pushing the phone into sevika's ear. she glares at you, pulling her mouth away from your tits with a pop that you're certain whoever's calling can hear.

"hullo?" she grunts, pressing the phone between her shoulder and ear, freeing her hand to fondle pull her pants down as she sinks her third finger inside of you. your thighs quake, her cock springs free, and you moan.

"fuck, sev, please."

she grins, gives your cunt a few more good thrusts with her fingers, before pulling them out and spitting in the palm of her hand, giving her cock a few quick pumps, and then lining it up to your cunt.

it's your turn to get your revenge. sevika always needs a second to adjust before she can sink all the way inside you-- overwhelmed by the squeeze and warmth-- but today you don't allow it.

you sink down on her in one swift movement, grinning at the pathetic, "hhhhaa--" it draws out of her. you're so fucking lucky whoever's on the phone is a chatterbox.

you start bouncing on her cock, your ass smacking her thighs with each go, and sevika's got the most pained, pathetic look on her face as she bites her lip to keep her moans in.

you chuckle. "you're lucky you're cute." you whisper, before pulling your shirt off and shifting so sevika can muffle her moans in your tits, one of your hands tangled in her bun, at the base of her neck.

you tug the phone out of her hand, taking a deep breath and collecting yourself in a true show of your strength and professionalism-- and steadily, (not at all breathy, no matter no much sevika will pretend otherwise) say: "i'm so sorry to have to cut our conversation short, but it seems the blizzard's just knocked the power at our facilities out, and we have to go handle that before our heat goes next. we'll be sure to call you back as soon as possible."

oh, well i'm so sorry to hear that! i hope all your employees are safe! i must say, i thought people were being dramatic about the snow, but it must be awful bad where you are if-- you hang up.

"fuck!" you shout, throwing the phone back down on your desk. sevika growls against your tits, and it a second, shes standing, keeping you on her cock with a solid grip on your ass.

she drops you on the couch, not losing her rhythm for a moment as she balances on top of you. eventually, she has to breathe, and she pulls away from your tits with a gasp. "i fucking love you." she whimpers. you giggle.

"i love y-you too, sev." you whisper.

"louder, baby, nobody's listenin' anymore." she demands. you whimper, clenching around her cock, and she chuckles, one of her hands darting down to rub at your clit.

"s-sevika! baby, i love you, i love you!" you gasp. she grins.

"there you go."

"i love you, please, i'm so close you're gonna-- i'm gonna-- sev, i just-- you--"

"whaddya need baby? anything, anything."

"kiss?" you whimper.

sevika cums at the word, her eyes rolling back in her skull and her arms shaking as she tries to keep her pace. it's so hot, and you're so close, and she keeps fucking you even as her cum starts to leak out of you--

and then she tears her eyes open, gasps, and smashes her mouth against yours.

you fall apart, cumming and clencing sevika's sensitive cock hard. so hard, in fact, "oh, b-baby, i!" sevika collapses against you, her cock pulsing inside of you a few more times, and you gasp.

the moment you catch your breath, you burst into giggles.

"did you just cum again?" you ask. "twice in one minute, sev?!"

"fffuck offff." she mumbles against your tits.

"that.. was so hot." you say. she giggles now too.

"g'night."

"sevika." you tug her bun. "it's the middle of the day."

"i'm done. g'night."

"c'mon." you pout, gently tapping her cheek, trying to get her to open her eyes. "we'll have a warm shower and i'll make hot chocolate? with whiskey? we'll turn the phones off, okay? cuddle in bed a bit?" you bribe. she peeks one eye open.

"can i eat you out in bed?" she asks. you snort.

"i was thinking bed would be more like a nap, babe."

"mmm. can i eat you out in the shower?"

"you can eat me out after our nap."

"can i wake you up with it?" she asks, a sparkle in her eye. you roll your eyes.

"only if you actually let me sleep. and you try to sleep too, okay?" you ask. she nods. "one hour, at least." you demand. she pouts, but nods again, and you burst into laughter. "kiss." you voice your final demand. sevika grins, and leans in happily.

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[radarsteddybear]

A Master Post

My Bad Things Happen Bingo Card. Prompts welcome!

Bullet point fics/ideas/meta:

Winter Soldier!Cosmo Brown

Winter Soldier!Tintin

Muppets Singin' in the Rain

What if Donald hadn't made up with Scrooge by the time Della returned from the moon?

The next "Indiana Jones" should be a woman

The Outsiders meta

Original fiction WIPs:

Cassandra | Minnow (the spy story)

↳Whumptober 2023

The Pirate Story

The Knight and the Princess Story (amnesia story)

Miscellaneous:

My gifs

Other Places You Can Find Me:

AO3

Pillowfort

ff.net

Twitter

Selected Fics:

Hogan's Heroes

A Hogan's Heroes Christmas Carol (G) When our Heroes need to distract Colonel Klink one Christmas Eve, Colonel Hogan comes up with a scheme that is particularly fit for the season.

The Last of the POWs (G) [Post-Apocalyptic AU] A world in which both sides came up with the atom bomb before the war's end. "The only thing we have left for sure is each other, and we're not going to let you lose that, too."

The Last Escape (Andrew Carter & Felix the Mouse, G) [Steampunk AU] London has ordered the men of Stalag 13 to return home. Meanwhile, Felix has a nasty run-in with the Kommandant's clockwork mouser. Written for Tumblr's AU Roulette.

That's a Lot of Blood (T) Once [the gunshots] faded away, the men cautiously rose to their feet, brushing off dirt and wincing as they shook out joints and limbs that had made rather abrupt contact with the ground. Nobody seemed to notice that Hogan was the last to get up, favoring his right side. Prompt: "Shit. Shit, that's a lot of blood." (I am not currently taking prompts.)

That's No Scratch (G) What if LeBeau's wound at the beginning of "That's No Lady, That's My Spy" had been more than just a graze?

Name, Rank, and Serial Number (T) Carter is taken in by the Gestapo for...questioning.

Sabotage and Anxiety (Robert Hogan & Louis LeBeau, G) What's going on inside Colonel Hogan's head as he and his men blow up a bridge.

Unwilling Pillow (Louis LeBeau & Hans Schultz, Louis LeBeau & Peter Newkirk, G) LeBeau is a little stuck.

A Small Price in War (Robert Hogan & James Kinchloe, G) Kinch watches over an injured Colonel Hogan.

Blue on Blue (Andrew Carter & Peter Newkirk, G) Someone gets a little trigger-happy on a mission.

That's Not a Kraut (Louis LeBeau & Peter Newkirk, G) "I-I mean it, Fritz! Reach for the sky!" The rustling stopped, and a big, dark shape emerged from the bushes. "That's not a kraut," LeBeau said, looking way, way up at two gleaming eyes.

Singin' in the Rain

The Baby Grand Piano (Cosmo Brown/Don Lockwood, G) Once Don Lockwood had become a bona-fide, certified movie star, the first thing he had done was buy a baby grand piano.

Ashes (Cosmo Brown/Don Lockwood/Kathy Seldon, T) Cosmo drinks his sorrows away after Kathy discovers that he and Don are more than just friends.

Ring (Cosmo Brown/Don Lockwood/Kathy Seldon, G) Cosmo comes home from Don and Kathy's wedding to a wonderful surprise.

Snow (Cosmo Brown/Don Lockwood/Kathy Seldon, G) Cosmo, Don, and Kathy wake up to find that it's snowed.

The Rat Patrol

A Blue Tin Kettle (G) A ficlet based on the phrase/idea "a blue tin kettle."

Insomnia (Jack Moffitt & Tully Pettigrew, G) Moffitt has trouble sleeping. Tully gives him a hand.

First Aid (Jack Moffitt & Sam Troy, G) Moffitt tries to patch himself up. Troy doesn't think it's a particularly good idea.

DuckTales 2017

Things My Heart Used to Know (a DuckTales Anastasia AU, G) (also known as The Fusion Fic) "We have to go," Donald said. Scrooge turned to Louie and pressed something small and solid and round into his hand. "Guard it well," he told him before disappearing into the smoke. Or, Louie gives a new meaning to the nickname "Captain Lost."

An Old Letter (Donald Duck & Mickey Mouse, G) The boys help Donald write a letter to an old friend. Written for Mickey Mouse's birthday (November 18). Happy 89th, Mickey!

A Phone Call and a Visit (Donald Duck & Mickey Mouse, G) After a year of letter writing, Mickey Mouse calls Donald on the phone and they arrange a visit. Sequel to "An Old Letter." Written for Mickey Mouse's birthday (November 18). Happy 90th, Mickey!

Just Christmas (Donald Duck & Family, G) Scrooge doesn't quite bring the kids home in time for Christmas, and Donald can't help but be upset about it. Takes place right after "The Impossible Summit of Mount Neverrest!"

Mother Hen (B.O.Y.D. & Gyro Gearloose, G) Yep, that was Gizmoduck, launching rockets at Mark Beaks in an effort to keep him at bay. And there was 2-BO flying around, blasting lasers from his eyes. ... And there was 2-BO flying around, blasting lasers from his eyes. OR B.O.Y.D. is damaged and Gyro just about loses his mind.

Lullabies (G) If you ask Donald, he'll tell you that the very moment he lost control of his life was when he found himself up at 2:00 in the morning trying to figure out how to clean up the lyrics of the old sea shanties he knows to make them suitable to sing to his boys.

Ducktober 2017 A collection of short one-shots for "Inktober for Writers" (Writetober?) 2017. Mostly fluff with a little bit of whump here and there.

Ducktober 2018 A collection of short one-shots written for Fictober. I'm using a whump prompt list that can be found here. Prompts might not be written in order. Most (but not all) will be Lena-centric, and those that are (for the most part) take place at some vague future point after Lena is freed from being Webby's shadow and returns to her corporeal form.

Fictober 2019 A multi-fandom collection of short one-shots written for Fictober. I'm using multiple prompt lists this year, including this year's Inktober prompts and these two Whumptober lists.

[evervqle]

this has been sitting in my drafts since january and i fear i may never finish it but i wanted to put her somewhere🤲

the door closes and eddie watches as he makes his way back to the little red beemer. he pauses, hand on the door handle, and catches eddies eye, half of his face bathed in the orange glow from max’ porch light.

they look at each other for a moment, eddies hand cupped near his face to shield the flame of his lighter. he raises his hand to wave, pocketing the lighter with the other. steve waves back and gives a tired smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

eddie takes the joint from his mouth and holds it up, quirks an eyebrow at steve, an offering. he isn’t expecting him to accept,but still feels strangely disappointed when steve just stares him for a few seconds, confused crease between his brows that he’s rarely without, and opens the car door. pleasantly surprised when he ducks inside and takes the keys out of the ignition. he slams the door, a little too loud for this time of night, a dog barks a few trailers down and they both wince.

steve doesn’t look eddie in the eyes as he walks over, apparently deciding the gravel path is a lot more exciting. he spins his car keys around his finger, a very steve gesture. he stops awkwardly in front of him, hands on his hips, also a very steve gesture, and gives him a tight-lipped smile.

“you wanna slam that door a little louder, i don’t think they heard ya in Loch Nora” eddie jokes, shifting over to the edge of the steps to make room.

“shut up, man” steve huffs, smile a bit more real this time, and stiffly lowers himself down next to eddie on the steps, groaning with the effort.

eddie offers him the joint and steve accepts. he tries not to stare as steve closes his eyes, tips his head back to release smoke, elbows rested on the steps above. steve cracks one eye open, quirks his brow as if he’d caught eddie doing something he shouldn’t be. eddie mimics him, continues to stare. he looks exhausted.

“you look like shit.” is what he says.

it shocks a high pitched laugh out of steve. “thanks, man, really know how to boost a guys ego.” he passes the joint back and eddie takes it.

“y’okay, dude?” he asks after a few seconds, smoke billowing out of his mouth as he speaks.

steve just shrugs, looks away. “shouldn’t i be askin’ you that?”

“i asked you first.”

“what are you, nine?”

“inches.”

steve laughs again, shakes his head a little. “you’re not funny.”

eddie tilts his head in a well.. gesture, shrugs. “but you laughed”

he motions for the joint, eddie passes it to him, still staring as he takes a long drag. he takes his time releasing the smoke, ever-present crease between his brows deepening. finally, he sighs, passing back the joint and running a hand through his coiffed hair, a nervous habit, eddie supposes.

“i haven’t been sleeping,” he speaks quietly, as if afraid someone will hear him, eyes trained on his shoes as he kicks a piece of gravel. eddie gets it, he hasn’t been sleeping much either, nightmares are a bitch. “well- i have, y’know, im not like— an insomniac, but,” he stutters, furrows his brows so hard eddie worries they’ll morph into a unibrow. “it’s just like, everything kinda… hurts? y’know?” his eyes flick up to meet eddies and he quickly looks away again, running his hand through his hair. definitely a nervous habit.

eddie nods, but doesn’t speak, wants to listen to steve. it doesn’t seem like a lot of people do, not really.

“i, uh, sleep on my front, but i can’t anymore, obviously, cause of- y’know,” he rambles, gestures vaguely to his stomach, reminding eddie of his own barely healed scars, and he almost laughs at the morbid thought that they match.

[goldenorangedawn]

04-98

Last weekend was wild and I've finally recovered enough to write down my experiences. Nothing like this has ever happened before.

First I have to tell you about Kay, who i met in the yagoo electronica chatroom. We had been chatting for a bit and it just so happened she lives in castle l**dale so we decided to meet the next time i was there for a rave. We planned to meet at the j** party at the edge. I was just thinking ok I’m going here to make a new friend and meet this person i’ve been really getting along with in the chat, night after night.

I woke up that morning hungover. The night before i hung out with ari and her new gf and we got so fucked up on bottles of red wine. I even puked that night, but i managed to wake up feeling ok, except for a headache.

It was a friday and i called out sick from school, and slept all morning. M* was already out at work. I get up there’s cold breakfast. I heat up a cortadito. Just then i get a knock on the door and it’s mr fortino. I’m in my underwear, but i put on some pants to answer the door. Really playing up that i’m sick. I could tell he didn’t quite believe me and gave me the same lecture about wasted potential, but i told him i’d be ready for the regional finals.

After he left i sparked up using the fabric softener. I passed out for a while, woken up hours later by chris to tell me to get ready because he’s coming to pick me up to go to the edge.

I’m listening to massive attack as i jump out of the shower and dress. It’s already getting dark. I duck out of the house and smoke another joint before chris picks me up with a few of his gay friends.

We have some vodka in the car and also rum. The joint i smoked at the beginning of the night was buzzing in the background. Someone passes me a roll and i pop it.

Once we get inside I’m able to find kay. She has short hair and a really happy, peppy personality, like a lot of people i’ve met at raves. Her friend Jess had cute glasses and was a little more reserved but still nice. I find out that they also took some e. We get excited over the fact that we might all peak together.

I brought Jess and Kay over to my group of people and everyone got to know each other for a bit. After a while I saw they were were talking to each other while the guys talked among themselves. We drifted off but I hoped i would see them later.

The pill started taking effect and it was pretty speedy because we were all so chatty. We decided to hit the dance floor. We danced for an hour and i really zoned out. I left for a minute use the bathroom and ran into kay and jess. Their rolls were going strong too and they were so happy to see me, giving me big hugs. We go on a long journey to the bathroom, talking and laughing the whole time, then we hit the dance floor.

A good chunk of the night passes. The rave is now in full swing. We're all mashed and jumping up and down to trance music. I'm dancing with Kay. She gives me this intense eye contact. We're grinding against each other during the drops, and jumping together during the peaks. She tells me over and over that she's incredibly horny. She kisses my neck.

Later, we bump into some of chris’ gay friends and they dance with us. I am dancing with one guy and he gives me a drink from his flask, and when I notice Kay and Jess dancing together, giving each other intense eye contact. They're looking very sexy.

I start to dance with them both. My arms around both of them as we sway to thumping trance music. Then I start to kiss Kay's neck. I pull up to see Jess smiling at us, enjoying what she witnessed. I gestured to Jess to have a go, she swooped in and started doing the same on the other side of Kay's neck. Afterwards Kay went in for the kiss with Jess. I left the girls to make out for a while and just enjoyed the music. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

After about 30 minutes of Kay alternating between kissing me and kissing Jess while we all danced together, Jess asked Kay if she's like to see her make out with me. She said yes, then told Jess to kiss me. Jess smiled and pulled me in for the kiss.

So now we have a situation where the three of us are dancing, making out sporadically and grabbing each other. We're just generally having a lot of fun. The rest of the rave passes without much more action happening. We're here for the music first afterall, so we just enjoy that while having some light make out sessions every now and again. At one point while taking a breather in the smoking area, Kay mentions that she's incredibly horny.

The rave ends, Kay lives close by and invites me to come over. I let Chris know and kay drives me and jess to her house. Pretty normal conversation during the time it takes for us to get there. No ones home and we go to Kay’s living room and she brings out a loaded bong. We start taking rips. She puts the tv on with no sound and jazzy drum and bass softly playing in the background. The lighting is low, and i’m loving the atmosphere. It’s as if we’re trying to be really quiet. We all start laughing when i say this out loud.

At some point Kay asks me to take my shirt off. And says she’ll take hers off to coax me. We both take off our shirts and she’s in her bra. We go to the couch where I begin to roll a joint. Kay to my left, Jess to my right. We smoke the joint. I get up to pee. When i come back they are making out. I sit down next to them. Kay convinces Jess to take off her short and now we’re all completely bare chested. I strip to my underwear and roll another joint. We smoke more. At this point we’re feeling very free and talking so openly because of the rolls.

Kay reaches at my crotch and i get hard. She asks me to pull it out and i think why not. I do it. But it’s all very casual. We just talk about penises for a minute and my penis. I lose my hardon and start rolling another joint. Jess takes off her jeans and i get hard again. The two kiss more. We keep talking and i tell them i can’t believe this is happening because nothing like this has ever happened before. I tell them I’ve never had sex and they seem surprised and tell me i’m cute. This makes me feel so amazing. They talk a bit about how far they’ve gone and such and they are both way more experienced than me. I’m pretty shy i told them, then i got up to pee again.

I go back to the couch and sit between them, rolling another joint. Kay grabs my dick and starts sucking as i roll the joint. She stops and we smoke and talk. She goes back down on me again in the middle of conversation. We keep talking for a bit more and Jess says she’s getting tired. She excuses herself and goes to sleep in the parents room.

We do some bong rips and then she goes down on me again. I ask her if i can do the same and she says she wants to just focus on me since I’ve never done this. I sit up against the wall on her bed and she goes down on me more. She strokes it with her hand, asking me if i like it. We giggle a bit and she takes off her shorts. She goes back down on me again. Then she gets naked. She lets me touch her butt and asks me to slap it, which i do.

After that we roll over and cuddle and we pass out tiredly trying to hold a conversation, while precum dribbles in my underwear. We basically slept together cuddled up for 4 hours, and the next morning when we had sobered up, we both woke up in our bottoms. For a long time we hung out in bed and talked and kissed. She pulled out my dick and casually sucked it while we talked and kissed. And then I got naked. And we kept kissing and talking, and dry humping each other, and mutually masturbating. She went down on me more but she didn’t want me to go down on her. She did let me finger her. We both came at the same time, me on my back and onto my belly as she kissed me and came. We cuddled a little longer but then I had to go. Chris picked me up and he hadn’t slept at all. He was doing bumps of coke and asked me if I wanted some but I said no, as i just wanted to sleep, and i was costing off the high of my morning with kay.

Overall it was probably one of the best and most eye opening experiences I've had.