#I might also just look it up instead of going through all this trouble lol

[the-consequence-of-imagination]

I'm also tempted to make Lowan in BG3 just so I can see how Gale responds to having another wizard in the party

When I made Kay her own save file, I used the ring of change tags mod to give her the wizard tag before she got any levels in the class (since she was a wizard before becoming a warlock), but since I decided to convert Tav's save to Kay (so I wouldn't have to go through half the game all over again making similar choices with Kay that I did with Tav) when I was almost done with Act 2 I didn't get to go through the Weave lesson scene with him as a wizard. I really wonder how that scene in particular changes if the player is a wizard (does it adjust to be not so much a lesson as just two wizards bonding through the Weave? Does any wizard dialogue options you chose make it so you don't experience the Weave with Gale?)

#[i hear from the witches] #Lowan is a goody two-shoes though so her choices through the game wpuld also be kinda similar to Tav & Kay. but with significantly less- #-deception/Charisma. Where Tav lies to make ppl like her & Kay is incredibly persuasive. Lowan is just a nerd training under her kingdom's- #-royal mage & also trying to find her long lost friend who used to be training with her until he became a warlock & got kicked out #I might also just look it up instead of going through all this trouble lol #Lowan.dnd

[no-psi-nan]

One thing I never see people talk about is that canonically, Terusai is super one-sided...

From SAIKI'S side.

Over the course of the series, Saiki's respect for Teruhashi grows with every interaction. He bends over backwards to prevent her feelings from being hurt, he puts less and less effort into avoiding her, he looks after her safety and happiness, he risks his reputation by publicly rescuing her, he's fascinated by her beauty the one time he gets to admire her, she galvanizes him into action when he's in shock about the meteor and the "return" of his powers.

On the other hand, Teruhashi starts caring about the fake fanboy version of him she invented, and over time, grows comfortable with the fake silent glum mask he projects. She doesn't find him physically attractive and she struggles to compliment him to his grandfather. She likes how safe he makes her feel, and finds his presence comforting, but at no time does she know his actual personality, nor does she really make any real attempt to get to know him better, instead focusing on ways to impress him and make him "offu". She knows that her fanclub could put him in danger (hence tossing her chocolates out the window) but still calls on them to force him to hang out with her on multiple occasions.

In order for them to have a real relationship, Teruhashi would have to learn Saiki's actual personality and decide whether she likes it as much as the fake versions she fell in love with.

But for that to happen, Saiki would have to reveal his powers (prerequisite for showing his real personality), which would immediately force Teruhashi to face three MAJOR crises:

The INCREDIBLE mortification of blindly chasing after someone who could hear every one of her mean/rude/bizarre/thirsty thoughts and who was trying to let her down gently the whole time for SIX FUCKING YEARS, all while she made SO much trouble for him

The subsequent reckoning about what it means to be a "perfect pretty girl" after finding out someone was watching her struggle and fail at it, plus the possibility that people only like her because her beauty is a magical power like Saiki's ESP, and NOT because any inherent goodness or effort on her own behalf

The fact that her fans almost killed both Saiki and Nendo when he was "powerless", and the realization that the Kokomins (whether part of the club or not) have almost certainly hurt many people on her behalf, and that she herself has mobilized them against Saiki before. Also the fact that they actually control her almost as much as she controls them, because she has to work so hard to meet and exceed their expectations

While Saiki already knows and likes her for who she is, Teruhashi (who regularly goes to mental and physical extremes to maintain her persona) is going to have to grapple with her own sense of self before she can even really find out what Saiki's actually like, much less have a healthy relationship with him.

And meanwhile Saiki knows that dating Teruhashi would be a major risk for him, as much as he might like to, because she attracts so much attention that it would constantly risk his identity.

There's so much baggage they have to work through in canon in order to finally be on the same page, and so much to explore psychologically, especially when you remember that Teruhashi is also apparently only 5 minutes away from starting a cult based on like every canon AU hsfjdlshfks.

She's under a huge amount of stress! Has been for a long time! And then if the guy she thought she knew turned out to be a god, sometimes even The God she prays to, what's that going to do to her psyche??

Anyways this post got away from me but there's so much fertile ground for really interesting analysis and character development! But I've never seen anyone tackle any of this so I figured I'd type it up in case people didn't realize just HOW bonkers it all is lol!

#terusai #saiki x teruhashi #saiki kusuo #teruhashi kokomi #saiki k #saiki no psi nan #sknpn #the disastrous life of saiki k. #tdlosk #nopsi meta #can you imagine if your boring lil high school crush was basically Jesus when YOU thought you were God's gift to humanity?? hsfjdlshfks BRUH

[paperstarwriters]

Sleep

Muriel x Reader

Warnings: Sleepy reader, a kiss is used to shut the reader up. Muriel manhandles reader a bit

Summary: It's late. You're tired, and Muriel is too. All he wants to do is bring you to bed.

[A/N]: Reader is currently me rn. I should really head to bed lol. Also, if this looks familiar, this is the file "A bed and a book" from that WIP Wednesday I did a while ago. (I'll link it tomorrow lol. I need to sleep...)

Masterlist | The Arcana Masterlist

Word count: 2,021

─────── ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ───────

Muriel watches you amidst the growing cold of the hut.

He watches you tremble and shiver, as you work, too focused to notice your own quaking limbs, or too busy to give it any attention. The fire dies in the fireplace, and though there was plenty of firewood that he could easily restock the fire with, a roaring fire with no one to watch over it only ever spelled trouble.

Usually he didn't even let the fire keep going this late at night, but you needed it while you worked.

You also, however, needed sleep.

"It's late."

You hum, continuing to scribble as you mutter something about a fleeting idea before you respond.

"I know. Just let me finish this."

Muriel huffs. That's not the first time you've said that and he knows full well that it won't be the last either. He pulls himself from the warmth of the bed, where he had been waiting for you, and plants his feet on the cold floor. The feeling makes him flinch for a moment, and he decides with a sigh, that he would give you one more chance.

"No. It's really, really late."

"You don't have to wait up for me."

In another moment, in another context, Muriel might have blushed at being caught caring for you. At being caught waiting or anticipating your return to his side. Currently however, a streak of frustration, fleeting but hot, burns in his chest. He "doesn't have to"? If he didn't wait up for you, you'd waste yourself away working on your projects. If he didn't wait up for you, he'd have to fall asleep and wake up to empty arms as you sit there just within reach and yet so far away. If he didn't wait up for you, would you ever sleep at all?

Muriel scoffs, and he wonders if you can hear it through your work. He wonders if you can hear him stand from the bed, and stride over towards you. Hearing you gasp as he wraps his arms around you, he figures you didn't, which only serves to target the selfish and greedy part of him—the part that makes his frustration flare all the more at the absence of your attention, the absence of your body pressed against his own.

The look you give him, wide eyed and filled with a startled awe, serves to soothe him for a moment, easing that need for attention, but it brings back to his focus the dark circles under your eyes, and the tremble of your hands hovering over your paper. It's a horrible combination really. The selfish and greedy need for your attention, for your skin against his, made virtuous through his concern for your health and your desperate need for sleep. It made it all the more hard to tell the line where he was being greedy, and where he was being concerned. Yet, if he wanted you to be happy and healthy by his side, could that even really be called greed?

As shock melts into confusion, Muriel can feel your trembling body melt against his, relaxing into the offer of sleep and rest that you continue to deprive yourself of. Greed, Muriel decides, is a kind and necessary thing to indulge in if it means you get to rest.

"It's late," he reiterates.

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you glance around the room, clearly not believing time to have slipped past you so quickly. Knowing you’re delirious with exhaustion, he doesn't trust you to realize that he had stocked the fireplace earlier that day to burn late into the night, and that no, he did not do anything that may speed up the burning process in any way.

Instead, he drags his hand down to your own, trembling as you grip your pen as if you feared it might be ripped away from you in any given moment. Though the temptation to do so is there, he knows full well how ineffective that would be. Instead, he trails his hand down your forearm. The rest of your arm is still pinned down by his in a half hug, but he doesn't even need to exert much pressure to keep you in place—your exhaustion doing most of that work for him.

Fresh from the confines of the bed, his hand and body still cling to the remains of warmth, a sharp contrast to your own, left night-chilled in the absence of the fireplace. It's clear, with the trail of goosebumps and shivers that appear in the wake of his touch, that you're freezing right now, and in desperate need of blankets and warm, warm cuddles.

His hand makes his way down to yours eventually, and he can see the twitch of your fingers as you're tempted to drop the pen to take his hand into your own. Pressing his thumb to the seam of your wrist and your palm,  Muriel feeds the temptation, massaging the tender skin as best he can manage despite his calloused fingers. He’s careful not to seem too desperate for you to relax and drop your work to follow him back into the warm embrace of the bed. Up and down, he works his thumb from the centre of your palm to your pulse on your wrist. Little by little your hand sags in his hold, your pen drooping and slipping from loosened fingers, until it finally falls and leaves a splatter of ink on the wood of the table.

Your eyes dart down and your hand tenses up prepared to apologize and clean up your little mess, but Muriel refuses to let you fuss over something so trivial when your own health is at risk. His face dips into the crook of your neck, his lips spattering kisses against your skin luring you further into his embrace until your eyes flutter closed and your head bobs against his shoulder, fighting a futile battle against the urge to sleep.

Letting go of your hand, and slipping his hand instead beneath your legs to scoop you from your seat, Muriel realizes that he too must be a little delirious with sleep. Blush grows against his face, while he continues to press kisses against your skin, but he doesn't have much energy left to care about how embarrassing his affections may be. Instead, he sighs his lips still pressed against your skin as he pulls you into bed.

"Next time, I'm dragging you to bed the moment the sun goes down," he blurts, uncaring for any embarrassing connotations you might derive from his words. Instead, he focused on holding you close against him, in his arms where you belonged as you wormed your own arms around him, finally settling into his embrace.

At least, he thought you were settling into his embrace.

Despite how your body was nearly a puddle of boneless goop in his arms, exhausted and ready for sleep, you try to turn looking back to the table where your pen and papers lay.

"my pen—" you try to argue.

"it's fine," he mutters, his voice a bit gruff with his own exhaustion. "Go to sleep"

"But the ink—"

"it's fine," he grumbles again, squeezing you tighter in case you tried to slip free. "Go to sleep"

"But—"

Muriel sighs again, loud and irritated and tired, before he leans in and seals your lips with his own. He knows that tomorrow, if he thinks to long about the events of last night, he'll burn himself with how hard he'd blush, but today, all he wants is for you to go to sleep and get some well deserved rest. He's willing to sacrifice a little embarrassment if it means you sleep.

Even if he'd find himself embarrassed tomorrow, he hopes that it'll be washed out with the pride he feels in the moment, burning bright and making his chest tight, as he feels you sag in his arms. You’re melting from his kiss alone and that makes his heart soar. The effect he has just from kissing you is wonderful sure, but it's the evidence that he knows you that makes him feel the warmest. He knows how to get you to relax. He knows how to make you feel comfortable enough to finally go to sleep. Pulling back, he settles himself back into the crook of your neck, grinning from accomplishments, as he feels you finally seem to drift of to sleep.

Of course, seem is the word of focus here. Since, moments later, Muriel can feel you once again trying to squirm free from his embrace. Though he keeps his eyes closed amidst your little struggle, he holds you tighter, muttering in a sleep raged voice for what seems like the hundredth time.

“Go to sleep.”

You fall limp at his request, though he's more than awake enough to realize what you're trying to do. Waiting and biding your time for him to fall asleep before you. He sighs at the notion, and changes tactics.

"What's wrong?"

You're silent for a moment, still feigning sleep even if he can feel your heartbeat's staccato rhythm from where you're pressed against his chest. He doesn't push though, almost hoping that you'd fall asleep while pretending to do so, but he still waits for your reply, whether it comes or not.

"I just... I have an idea I want to write down."

"You can write it down tomorrow."

"But what if I forget?"

Muriel pauses. The temptation to wave away your concerns with a simple argument like, "if it's important you'll remember tomorrow," sits on his tongue, but he can't help but reflect an answer onto himself. Perhaps it was the constant wash of affection that you'd give him, or how you were often so eager to denounce whatever quiet self-deprecating thoughts he might voice aloud, or maybe it was just how often he was spending time outside of himself, and with you, or Asra, or the others. He doesn't know what exactly caused it, but he knows how it affects him now. He's important, and yet he was forgotten. To you, this project is the same.

This matters to you. Denying its importance will get him nowhere he wants to be.

"You can tell me," he offers, "I'll remember it."

"You're already half asleep."

Muriel cracks an eye open, "you are too."

Your attempt to refute his statement falls short when you yawn, which makes him yawn as well, though his is half muffled around his smile.

"alright, fine," you mutter eventually, tucking your face against his chest. Your arms squirm from their place trapped beneath his own, this time though, rather than escaping, you wrap your arms around him as you finally settle in his embrace for good.

He listens as long as he can, to you talk about the solutions to the puzzle you have noted down in your book, but you're mostly talking to yourself, thinking through the issue, refuting your own claims as you drift off, voice growing weaker and weaker before you finally sag against him, and Muriel can finally settle in against you, able to fall asleep now that you're in his arms, and he is in yours.

Before he settles however, he takes a moment to appreciate his reward, pressing a kiss against your eyelids, before he leans back and appreciates your relaxed and sleeping expression, whispering. You deserve rest like this. You deserve to relax. You've been so busy lately, he doesn't want to see you in pain.

When he finally tucks himself by your side and presses his cheek against your skin, Muriel can't help but chuckle at the chance to just fall asleep just like that. He knows it clings to him now. That falling asleep would be just as easy as that, but it hadn't always been. Sitting up forced to deal with swirling thoughts alone had once been the bane of his existence, but now, curled up with you by his side, he could talk if he needed to, just like you needed to earlier.

Now, falling asleep is as easy as one... two...

....

In the dying moments of his consciousness, Muriel continues to stare at you, pressing another kiss against your sleeping face, as he whispers precious words, fully aware you can't hear him. It doesn't really matter anyways. He'll tell you them all again tomorrow night. And if you can't hear it then, he'll tell you the next day, then the day after that, and the day after that.

"I love you," he mutters. "Goodnight."

#the arcana #muriel #x reader #reader insert #Muriel x reader #Muriel the arcana #Muriel #the arcana muriel #the arcana muriel x reader #muriel of the kokhuri #muriel x mc #muriel x apprentice

[mageofseven]

MC: *slaps the boys' ass* Damn, boi. Your ass is fine!

Bros+undateables reaction?

This is an old ask that I thought looked fun so I decided to do it.

So here ya go I guess lol

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Lucifer:

Blushes

Immediately scolds you

You two better be in a relationship or your ass is grounded.

If you are dating, this man may have enjoyed the action, but the words totally killed it.

You'll have a hell of a time getting him to admit that first part.

Do it in front of Diavolo though and he just may never forgive you.

Mammon:

Both sets of cheeks of are red

"W-What the hell??"

He will say that first regardless of if you are dating or not.

If you are dating, he will try to gain his composure and say something flirty instead, but it's too late, he's already made his best impression of a tomato.

Leviathan:

Honestly, his impression of a tomato is even better.

This man looks ready to pass out when you do this to him

And honestly, he just might.

Please, please catch him 😅

Satan:

Honestly, he is stunned at first in whatever position you smacked his but in.

Cheeks red as things lead the crossroads.

Are you his Kitten?

No-> something breaks and your ass runs for the hills

Yes->he picks you up, lightly remarks how he wishes you used a better vocabulary, and carries you to bed for some 'playtime'

Asmodeus:

Giggles and gives it a little shake for you

Says it's one of his many fine qualities.

Asks if you have any more ideas for his 'fine' ass or if you are just going to leave it neglected.

Is mostly teasing you, but in truth is down for anything.

Beelzebub:

"Um...thank you?"

Dating or not, this man is confused

And doesn't really know how to handle the situation.

I mean, no one has actually been brave enough to smack his ass before so he doesn't know what to say or do about it.

If you are dating him, please explain it to him.

If you aren't dating him, how dare you hit the cinnamon roll 😠

Belphegor:

Well that woke sleepy boy up real quick.

His cheeks are red and he's annoyed

And he'd rather drop dead than admit that he enjoyed it, regardless of whether you are dating or not.

If you two are dating, try that the next time you two are 'intimate' in bed and I swear the brat will love it.

Diavolo:

You, a human, had the gall to smack the prince of demons, one of the strongest beings in all of the realms, and descendant of the devil himself

On the ass?

That is so hot 😳

If it was around others, be prepared to be scolded by those in attendance.

If you are dating, also be prepared for Dia to ask for your presence in his bedroom

And if you aren't, be prepared for this man to ask you to date him...and maybe meet him in his room if you're comfortable with it...👀

Barbatos:

You can feel it within your bones--no, your very soul

You have made a grave error.

How grave?

Are you both dating?

No->prepare to never sleep again for your dreams, nay, your nightmares are no longer safe.

Yes->Aight keep moving

Was it in front of others?

No->he grumpy but he loves you so it's all cool

Yes->oh devil...well move your ass along

Do you both have a dom/sub relationship in the bedroom and are into bdsm (and are basically okay with punishment in the bedroom)?

Yes->your ass (and every other part of you) is in a lot of trouble the next to you're in the bedroom with him

No->this bitch stops talking to you for so long you start wondering if you're still dating.

Solomon:

Raises an eyebrow at you

In truth, isn't the biggest fan of this treatment, regardless of whether you are dating or not.

Either way, will smile his usual smile and ask that you to refrain from doing that ever again

Though his smile might be even scarier if you are not dating 😅

Simeon:

I'll be honest, if you did this in front of Luke, I will through hands with you.

Even still, this feels like a serious crime.

I mean, Simeon is an angel.

He is a being from the Celestial realm who is allowed no sexually desires or experiences

And you shatter his world by letting him know his ass is fine as all hell.

How does a Celestial being react to such a...'passionate' compliment?

He is not quite sure, if he is honest

And you have him at a lost of words, regardless of whether you two are secretly dating.

This is a new experience after all.

Either way, apologize for making this poor man uncomfortable and give him a proper compliment

...and quadruple check Luke was nowhere around in the slightest when this happened.

Mephistopheles:

Oh dear devil, you broke him.

His face is red, his mouth is moving

But not a single sound is coming out.

You have some things to consider here.

Are you dating?

No->he will hit you with his cane and call you every demon slur for humans that he knows.

Yes->alright, so you're his idiot then. He's used to your bs.

More importantly than that question, did you smack his ass enough to make him stumble?

No->I will personally let you live then.

Yes->that is mean and I am upset. Next question.

Was anyone else around at the time?

Yes->Mephisto will refuse to talk to you for a while.

No->alright, we will both forgive you this once, human.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me brothers #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me undateables #anon #obey me mephistopheles

[ramp-it-up]

The Playlist: F*cking Bucky

Summary: Bucky’s seduction powers are on 100. Can you continue to resist him, or will you give in?

Pairing: Dark CEO! Bucky Barnes x Journalist! Reader

Word count: more than 3K

Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY, SMUT. Minors DNI. Steve, Sam and Natasha, pining playlists, jealousy, flirting, voyeurism, eavesdropping, cybersex, dirty talk, unknown? masturbation for an audience, running for pleasure, degradation kink, definite Dom/sub elements, orgasm denial, edging, narrated masturbation, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), pulling out, after care, pining, manipulation, mention of loss, surveillance, Dark Bucky.

A/N: I meant to put this out on the weekend, but instead I went outside, lol. This is part of the Playlist Series. Read the previous part, Chill, Buck. @ysmmsy and @blackwidownat2814 are my exquisite muses who created the playlists, with more to come. 😉 Thanks you both! 🥰 please leave feedback, like and reblog. It helps to inspire me. 😊

The playlist is real and is linked here!

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“Hell no, Max.”

Your agent, Maxine Shaw, just offered you a ridiculous amount of money for a writing gig. It was right up your alley as you had background knowledge on the subject.

The only problem was that it involved working very closely with James Buchanan Barnes.

“First of all, one month? That's an impossible timeline. Second, Barnes is an asshole.”

That wasn’t exactly true, he was just annoying, but you felt hyperbole was appropriate for this situation.

Max leaned back in her chair, narrowing her eyes.

“You’re going to turn down this amount of money for a cake job? I’m told he already has a manuscript, you’d basically be an editor and gap filler.” 

Max stared at you, incredulous. 

“This isn’t ghostwriting, you would get a legitimate byline. A story about Barnes is sure to be a bestseller.”

Then she leaned forward and really scrutinized you.

“Romanoff said you might not be up to it. I laughed in her face. Was she right?”

You opened and then closed your mouth, face heating up. Telling you that you couldn’t accomplish something was a sure fire way to get you to do that something.

But surely Natasha didn’t know that.

You raised your chin.

“Send me the info.”

Bucky walked into the room at 8:30 am, exactly the same time he did everyday, when he was confident that he would be the first to arrive. Sam and Steve usually didn’t arrive until 9. He liked his quiet time.

This morning, however, he was greeted with laughter in the room and Natasha waiting for him as the elevator opened.

“Morning, Boss.”

She handed Bucky some files and watched as he stared at the scene in front of him: you sandwiched between Sam and Steve on the couch.

“Well, hello, Buck! I see you finally made it in this morning.”

Steve stood up first, then Sam who grinned at Bucky, who only had eyes for you.

Bucky raised his eyebrow as he came toward you, then stopped short of being able to reach out and touch.

He took you in as he approached. You were wearing a wrap dress that showcased your figure nicely. Almost too nicely. You looked amazing. He knew his friends and he knew they had already checked you out. Possessiveness coursed through Bucky’s body as he looked down at you.

That little jaw clench and the glare in Bucky’s eye did things to you. You felt as if you were in trouble. 

And why did that make you wet? 

“To what do we owe the pleasure?” 

Bucky addressed you as you looked up at him, staring at him with those damn doe eyes. You looked a little scared. It made him want to pull you into the bathroom and…He cleared his throat.

“Ms. YLN wanted to begin her work with you by interviewing your two best friends who also happen to be the COO and the CFO of CapTech. We were just about to start breakfast.”

Bucky scanned the room to see the dining table set up with quite the spread.

“Begin her work?” 

Although he was responding to Nat’s statement, he was looking straight at you.

“I’m beginning my work on the memoir. Background information.”

Bucky looked confused for a moment, then he turned to Natasha. 

“Ah, the memoir. I didn't realize we’d decided on the writer for that.”

Natasha was nonplussed. She shrugged.

“Well, YN did such a fantastic job on the profile that I thought she deserved first shot at this.”

Bucky looked annoyed, but then looked back at you.

“Of course. I hope you didn’t feel pressured.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. He didn’t seem to want you to do this. Well, fuck him. You drew yourself up to your full height, which in heels was four inches shorter than him.

“The contracts are signed, Mr. Barnes. But if you want to break them…”

“I’m not sure we can afford that,” interjected Sam, ever the CFO. “That’s not a good financial plan.” 

Then he turned to you, smile blinding. You couldn’t help but smile back at him. 

“I guess you’re right, Mr. Wilson. Because I would hold you to the termination fee.”

Bucky scowled as your tone changed to playful. Steve was already at the table pulling out your chair.

“Okay. Sam has been monopolizing your time all morning, let’s talk about what it takes to operate this company day to day…”

You chuckled and shook your head as you sat down, Sam and Steve flanking you at the table. Bucky simmered as you held court with his buddies. He watched and listened to the conversation through narrowed eyes.

“…we got into quite a few scraps when we were kids in Brooklyn, isn’t that right , Buck?”

“That’s right.” 

Bucky sipped his coffee and then responded.  

“Did Steve tell you that he weighed 90 pounds when we graduated high school?”

“Low blow…” you heard Sam say as he coughed.

You glared at Bucky, then turned to appraise Steve.

“Well, looks like he filled out nicely.” 

You put your hand on Steve’s arm and he flexed for you. You didn’t have to pretend to be impressed at the muscles underneath his suit coat.

Bucky felt both like an asshole for the jab at Steve, and a tongue tied fool, because he couldn’t find anything civil to say when his buddies were blatantly flirting with you. And when you were flirting back.

Another half hour of conversation with Sam and Steve gained you some information for the direction you wanted to steer the memoir.  The only problem was, you hadn’t read what Bucky had written. When Sam and Steve and Nat excused themselves for their 10 o’clock meeting, Bucky walked you to the door.

“I know that you don’t want me to take this job, but I have some good ideas if you let me read your manuscript….”

Bucky held up his hand.

“Wait. You know what now?”

You drew yourself up to your full height.

“Well, I…”  

You stopped for a moment and looked him in the eyes. 

“I know you said you wouldn’t ask me for anything ever again. And I know that Ms. Romanoff presented this to my agent, so I won’t charge you the termination fee..”

Bucky interrupted you again.

“I was referring to asking you anything… personal.” 

Bucky’s eyes told the story. He’d just accepted your curve. So why were you disappointed?

“You are a very talented writer. Of course I want you to do this.” 

Bucky looked down at the floor and your cute toes in your open toed heels. 

When he looked back up at you, the little boy was back.

“I just felt… 

Bucky paused and you felt as if you’d tripped and fallen into the pools of his eyes.

“Natasha didn’t let me know she had asked you so soon…”

“Oh…”

After you said it, you realized that you had been holding your breath. You took in air and watched his mouth quirk up on one side. 

“I see. You wanted to be in control of the situation.”

Bucky’s look changed; sky blue eyes turned grey.

“I do like being in control.”

All of a sudden, you couldn’t breathe again.

Maybe you liked him being in control too, the way your body was responding. Your mouth opened wider and your eyes dilated.

Bucky noticed your reaction but just took note, raised his eyebrow, and barreled ahead. You’d just given him the key to unlock the puzzle of you. His mind whirred with a plan.

“I have a home office in my brownstone. I work on my story there. Sam and Steve are… distracting.”

Sam who? Steve what? There was no other man on the earth right now.

Bucky was thinking there was no other woman but you. He cleared his throat.

“The only working copy of my manuscript is on my encrypted computer there, along with the only hard copies. We will work there.”

You hesitated before answering, and Bucky filled the void.

“I’ll send you the address and also the code to the door.”

Bucky leaned toward you and you thought he was going to kiss you, but he swerved and pressed the down button on the elevator.

This man.

“I’ll see you in the afternoon? I’ll take a late lunch and go home early. 3pm or 4pm?” 

Bucky looked at you intently as you struggled to think. He was so cute.

“3 pm it is,” He chuckled, replying only when you didn't answer.

You stepped backward into the elevator when you heard the door open.

“Yes, Sir.”

Bucky smirked as the doors closed. He turned to face Sam and Steve and the barrage that he knew was coming.

That afternoon, you carefully read the code that Bucky texted you when you arrived at his Brownstone. It was not very far at all from your apartment. How convenient, you thought. You admired the nice dark brick facade and the surrounding neighborhood. Very nice.

You entered the code on the door and pushed the heavy oak door open.

Inside, Bucky’s place was immaculate. From the piano, to the large windows, to the high ceilings and natural wood, you could tell that only the finest materials had been used. You smelled fresh paint, but also a fresh clean linen scent. 

You looked around the place and did not see a trace of Bucky’s former life except for a picture of him and Sam and Steve when they were younger.

You heard what you thought was a groan from the other room. You stopped moving and listened for it again. When you heard it, you moved toward the sound, hoping that no one was hurt.

“You are killing me, Doll.”

It was Bucky’s voice, and you thought you heard a smile in it. You stopped in the hallway and listened further.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I wanna see all of you. You wanna do that for me? Show me allll of you?”

You listened and quickly surmised that Bucky was talking to someone who wasn’t in the room. And he was doing more than talking.

Your cheeks heated and you felt some kind of way, but then you thought, this was his house, he was a man, and he had needs. And you’d rejected him. You couldn’t be mad. Could you?

Besides, you were the one in the wrong by eavesdropping. You tried to quietly go back out to the entryway.

“Stop! Don’t move.”

You froze, thinking you’d been caught.

“I need to see that pussy weep for me. Can you show me how I make you feel Doll? I can tell that you want me from the look on that pretty little face. Show me what is mine. I’ll show you what is yours.

You couldn’t help but peek around the corner, and had to cover your mouth in shock. Bucky was stroking himself! 

You pressed yourself up against the wall and closed your eyes, mortified. But then what you saw registered in your brain.

Bucky Barnes was hung like a horse.

You clenched your thighs together and bit your lip. Surely, you were mistaken. You had to look again.

This time, you stayed long enough to verify what you saw. Bucky’s large hand was wrapped around a beautiful specimen of a cock. He had earbuds in and was staring at a laptop screen, showing whomever he was talking to what he was working with. 

That lucky bitch.

“You want this dick?”

You peered around the corner and saw Bucky holding his cock up and pointing it at the computer. You could help but stare, because even across the room, you could tell it was huge, uncut, tan and veiny, the shiny head appearing and reappearing as he slowly jacked it.

‘I want it bad,’ you thought, and licked your lips. Then you bit your bottom lip, surprised at yourself.

“Ahhhh, shitt! I love when you do that. Touch yourself for me, please Doll?”

You straightened up again, heart beating a mile a minute. Why did you have the urge to do what he was commanding? You closed your eyes and willed your hands to stay at your sides.

“Be a good girl. Don't be a bad one. You know what happens to bad girls when I get my hands on them.”

You stood still and closed your eyes, trying to decide if you wanted to be a good girl or a bad one. You decided to be a professional woman. You started to tiptoe back down the hall.

“You better not run. Come back here. Don’t run from this dick…”

You heard Bucky murmuring to his mystery person as you slinked away. You stopped in the vestibule, shook. You heard your heart pounding in your ears and decided to just leave and walk home.

You reached your apartment in no time.

You decided to text Bucky about your appointment. You still had work to do so you decided to put what you witnessed out of your mind.

He didn’t answer, probably because he was in the shower washing cum off of his…

You had to stop. 

You decided to go for a run to clear your head.

Your pace was good. You checked your time as you rounded the curve for the second kilometer of your run. Someone swerved past you. You looked up at that voice.

“Hey, you!”

You looked back, stunned to see Bucky running, looking amazing in those shorts and a muscle shirt. Damn.

You averted your eyes from his crotch to look at him, but you kept going. He circled back to run beside you.

You were salty. He could run, but he didn’t have time to meet with you? 

“‘Lo. What are you up to?”

The question seemed straightforward enough. There wasn’t a hint of sarcasm to be found. Yet you still sideyed him.

“You good?”

Bucky sounded worried when you didn’t respond.

That voice. The connotation that phrase brought up. Yes, you were a good girl, Mr. Barnes, Sir.

You shook your head, but said, “Sure, just wondering what happened to our meeting this afternoon.”

Bucky stopped and you looked back again, but then he caught up with you.

“That wasn’t… today, was it?”

“Yeeeessss?”

Bucky looked confused. 

“I clearly remember setting our meeting up for 4 pm tomorrow afternoon…”

He looked so cute and earnest.

“No, we set it up for 3 pm today….”

At this point, you both stopped and were staring at each other. To be honest, you had been so flustered when setting up the appointment and then with the events of this afternoon, you really didn’t know what was up.

The tension between you was palpable as you stared into Bucky’s baby blues.

Bucky furrowed his brow and started to speak a couple of times. Then, you both burst out laughing.

“You know, I was kind of distracted this morning, so, I really don’t remember clearly.”

Bucky’s chest was heaving and his tongue snaked out to wet his lips. You were in his orbit, attracted to him in the worst way, but you started jogging again. That long distance chick must have Bucky wide open.

“She must be hot…”

Real subtle, y/n, you thought. 

“What? Who?” 

The surprise in Bucky’s voice was evident. You stopped again.

“I mean, must be something, or someone powerful to distract that mind of yours.”

You looked up into Bucky’s eyes, not caring if the jealousy was showing. He beamed down at you and you felt like the center of the world. But he had someone else. Right?

“Yeah, only someone powerful could distract me like that.” 

Bucky sucked his bottom lip and released it slowly while surveying your body in your tight running shorts and tank top. You felt like a bad girl. Then, Bucky resumed jogging.

“I mean, as CEO of a tech company, you probably meet women all over the world. Could be hard to navigate long distance relationships.”

You were not even trying to hide your nosiness. Bucky chuckled.

“It is hard. That’s why I don’t do long distance.”

Your surprise made you almost stumble.

“I haven’t had a real relationship since…”

Bucky glanced at you.

“Well, in a good while.”

“Hmmmmm. But you have needs. Right?”

Bucky stopped and stood toe to toe with you, so close.

“Yes, I have needs.”

He looked right through you.

“Don’t you?”

Then he took off running again.

It took you a minute to digest what he was saying, and when you got it, you slowed down. Bucky ran back to you and you both stopped again.

“So are we doing this?”

You looked up at him and stepped closer.

“I mean, you gotta run, I gotta run. Are we gonna do this? Can you keep up with me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Bucky’s smile dropped, and his eyes became stormy again.

“I’m pretty fast now.”

“I bet. Don’t make me have to chase you, little girl.”

Your toes curled in your shoes. Bucky Barnes could get it. It was a done deal. You were exhausted of running from him, but this time he turned and ran, and you ran after him.

It was quite the workout, and Bucky most certainly paced with you, but your time was getting markedly better on the route through Bridge Park. When you ended up at the door to your apartment building, you turned to face Bucky, panting. 

“Wanna invite me up?”

You wanted nothing more. But you couldn’t help your reflex.

“No.”

“Yeah. Right. I get it. Had to ask.”

“Even though you said you wouldn’t.”

He smirked down at you. He’d been growing his hair out a little and a lock was flopping forward. You almost reached up to brush it out of his eyes, but you knew that if you touched him, even his hair, it would be game over.

Bucky’s hands were at his sides, clenched in fists to keep from touching you. He wanted to lean down to kiss you, but he wanted you to make the first move.

“Why do you want to come up?”

“For a drink…” Bucky licked his lips. “… of water.”

You gulped, your own throat parched with desire. Your eyes shined his body, to the glistening torso that was visible through the shirt to those short shorts.

“Oh.”

Now you felt rude as fuck.

“I didn’t hydrate properly…” It seemed that Bucky was getting closer, “… before the run.” 

Now he was looking over your head to try and control the inevitable. You wondered if he got off on his call earlier. Did he have any left over for you? You looked down and then toward the river when you swore you saw a bulge in Bucky’s shorts.

Somehow, you were closer to him, if you looked up, and he bent down, your lips would touch.

You turned your head and spoke to the car parked to his right.

“So you’re saying you’re…thirsty…”

“Yes…”

Bucky’s voice was gravelly and fucking sexy.

“I can bring a bottle down…”

Bucky shook his head and looked down the street.

“Nah, by the time you go up and come back down, I can get home…”

You looked toward Bucky’s house.

“Oh…”

You felt like an idiot. For a writer, you couldn’t find any other words than ‘oh.’

“Then come…come on up.”

You had to concentrate not to stutter.

“Thank you! Such a good one.”

You could hear Bucky’s smile behind you and you could practically feel his eyes on your ass as you climbed the stairs.

When you reached your apartment and entered,  Bucky looked around and then went to the window as you went into your tiny kitchen to get him a water bottle.

He turned around and looked at you piercingly as you brought it to him. You’d kicked off your running shoes when you entered the door and that made him that much taller when you were in front of him.

Bucky grabbed the bottle. Your fingers touched yet you didn’t pull them back. As you looked into his eyes, you noticed something.

“I just realized, you’re not wearing your glasses.”

He smirked at you.

“Contacts. Not a good look to have fogged up glasses when your face is getting wet…”

Your mouth opened slightly.

“...While you’re running.” 

Bucy took a sip of water, then a lager gulp, emptying the glass.

“Thank you. It was so good of you…” He looked down at you. “I feel like thanking you in some way…”

He looked around the room and then back at you. You felt guilty as hell.

“Don’t thank me. I don’t deserve it.”

He cocked his head at you.

“Tell me why you think that.”

“Because…” 

You went on to tell him what happened earlier that afternoon. His face was inscrutable as he registered the information.

“Sooo… you eavesdropped on a private conversation. A very private conversation. And then snuck back out of my home without saying anything.”

“Y-yes.”

Why did you feel as if you were in danger as Bucky moved closer to you?

“Is that why you were asking about my needs earlier?”

You didn’t, you couldn’t answer.

“Is it because you liked what you saw?”

He was circling you now, like a predator, and you were frozen to the spot. When he got behind you he raised his voice, just a little. 

“Answer me. ”

You shivered at his smooth, dangerous tone.

“I- I-yes- no- I don’t know….”

He came back around in front of you.

“Well, I can alleviate some speculation. As I said, I don’t do long distance relationships, but I can pay for what I need. And that’s nobody’s business because no one has any claim on me. Especially you. Because you said you didn’t want it. Didn’t you?”

You just stared but he gave you that look and you replied.

“I said that. Yes.”

“Have you changed your mind? What do you want, y/n?”

“I want…” 

You looked down at the floor, gathering your strength. Then back up at Bucky. 

“I want you.”

“Oh. You got aroused by what you saw, and now you want me to give you…satisfaction?…” 

You nodded, biting your lip. Now was not the time for games the way your panties were drenched.

“I feel like a little bit of a whore. And I need to be punished. Immediately.”

Your jaw dropped at what you just said.

Bucky grinned.

“Oh really. That critical? Well let’s see what we can do…”

He finally touched you, grabbing your waist and pulling you toward him for a kiss. It was everything, passionate, with a promise.

“Where is your bed?

You smiled up at him, took his hand, and led him to your bedroom.

Bucky kissed you senseless as soon as you entered the room. You took off your tank and sports bra and Bucky discarded his muscle shirt. Your eyes watered at his bare chest and abs.

He stood back and admired you.

“So gotdamn gorgeous,” Bucky whispered, almost to himself. “Take off those shorts. Don’t forget the panties.”

You hurried to obey, the situation making your pussy cry for his attention. He reached out to touch you, thumbs gently thrumming your nipples. You threw your head back and moaned. Then he drew his hands back. You looked up, mind scattered.

“I was so wrong when I assumed that you were a good girl earlier. And I’ve never been so happy to be wrong.”

Bucky watched as you bit your lip.

“You are not a good girl. Good girls don’t eavesdrop. I’m going to show you what happens to bad girls when I get my hands on them.”

The thrill that ran through your body was like nothing else.

“Do you want me to show you that? Do you want this?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Bucky drew in a breath.

“Get on your knees.”

You obeyed in .3 seconds.

“Yessss. That’s it. So obedient for me.” 

Bucky caressed the side of your face. You turned and captured his thumb in your mouth, sucking and looking up at him.

“Fuck, is that what you want? You want to suck my dick?”

You nodded, taking his thumb with you, which caused him to press it in deeper. He leaned down toward you.

“Now why would I want to go ahead and do that? You’ve been a very bad girl.”

Bucky straightened up, and pulled his dick out of his running shorts. It was more beautiful up close. You sighed as he started stroking it right in your face. 

“Do you see how I’m already dripping for you?”

You looked up at his cock, a beautiful clear bead of precum shining on its tip. Then you looked up at him and nodded.

“It’s a shame that you won’t get to suck it like you want to...” 

You whimpered in disappointment. He ignored you.

“Now, spread those knees apart and let me see how you would have gotten off tonight while you thought of me stroking off.”

He drew in a ragged breath as you looked up at him with those eyes and started to touch yourself.

“Wider, let me see that pussy from up here.”

You shifted so that he could see better what you were doing.

“Shit. That looks delicious. Get it nice and creamy for me. I’m gonna have my fill of you tonight.”

He looked pained as he jerked himself, drops of precum landing on your body. Your juices made for an audible display of your current situation; desperate for Bucky Barnes’ cock.

“Stop! Hands away.”

Bucky glared at you when you whined.

“Don’t act like a brat. You brought this on yourself. Get on the bed, ass up.”

You did as you were told, hoping that he would finally touch you.

“Now play some more for me.”

Bucky groaned as you wiggled your ass and reached for yourself.

“Stop, suck your fingers and get them wet, then stick them in as far as they will go.”

You whimpered and did as you were told, but your fingers were inadequate for what you wanted. Why you needed.

“Fuck, that little pussy looks so good. Add another finger. If I’m gonna fuck you, you need to be stretched out more than that.”

Next thing you knew, you felt his lips on your lower ones, and his tongue was doing unspeakable things to you as you fingered yourself. You saw stars at the obscene way that Bucky Barnes was eating you out.

The way he was smacking his lips and yours was curdling your brian. His tongue started licking you faster and faster and his lips were sucking your clit until you almost came. Then he stopped. You groaned in frustration.

Bucky stood up and backed away, stroking himself again.

“Turn over, do it again while I stroke myself off.” 

Again, you did as you were told.

This time, you licked your fingers obscenely, fellating them so that he could see what his cock was missing. He groaned and stroked faster as you circled your clit skillfully, playing with your nipple with your other hand.

“Fuck that looks so fucking….” 

Then he looked you in the eyes.

“You’re trying to get fucked, aren’t you?”

You nodded, trying not to seem too eager, but you were just his cock slut at this point.

“Well, if you can keep going as long as I say, and not cum, I might give you this dick.”

You bit your lip at the challenge, going to town on yourself, as nasty as you wanted to be. The faces and the grunts that came from him made it really hard to stay on earth, so you closed your eyes.

“Open. Your. Fucking. Eyes. You fucking slut.”

You snapped your eyes opened and were about to cum when you saw his big hand going a mile a minute around his bick cock, making his shiny red head appear and reappear in his palm, but he commanded, “Stop!” just in time, and grabbed your ankle, pulling you down to the edge of the bed.

“You’re about to get it now. Are you ready?”

“Yes!”

Bucky spread your thighs and spread them wide, swiping his slick cock head at your entrance.

“Can you take this cock?”

“I need it!”

“Want it raw? Want me to stretch this little pussy out?” 

Bucky was already inching inside you, causing a delicious burn that you wanted more of.

“Fuck yes!”

“Then be a good girl and….” 

Bucky slid inside you, making you take his cock like you’d never had to before with anyone else.

“Sooooo fucking wet and soooo fucking tight.” 

Bucky looked down at you, eyes shining. His chest was heaving with the effort to restrain himself. He couldn’t believe that he was where he’d wanted to be for a while now. And so he smiled at you.

“This pussy seems made for me.”

And then he started to move. It was a mind numbing experience of sensations, his thick, pulsing cock skating in the slick of your tight, stretched cunt. He fell down to his elbows and pressed his forehead against yours as you both looked down and watched the phenomenon.

“How does it feel, Sir?”

Bucky closed his eyes and groaned as his hips faltered.

“Am I wet enough?”

“Fuck!”

Your voice in his ear was making him lose the facade of control that he had hanging by a string now that he was inside you.

“Feelsss…. Feels like… Fuck! …Don’t ask me…”

“Don’t ask what? How my pussy feels for you?”

“Holy mother of god I….”

Bucky took your thighs in his hand, pulled you to the edge of the bed again and started pounding. Then, he took your windpipe between his thumb and forefinger.

“That’ll teach you to try to…”

The way your eyes rolled back in your head had Bucky spurting inside of you already. 

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…..”

Bucky was fucking you ruthlessly. You’d never had it like this.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

You clenched around his cock and Bucky pulled out at the last possible second, shooting his cum on your stomach while reaching down and plucking your clit with his thumb. You finally came with a loud yell and a smile.

When you opened your eyes, Bucky was still milking his cock over you, so you reached down, gathered some cum on your fingers, and inserted them in your mouth. Bucky’s eyes rolled and he pulsed a last little bit of spend on your body.

“Where is your bathroom?”

You pointed toward your right and Bucky went in, ran some water and came out cleaned up, and with a washcloth for you. He sat down on the bed and tenderly took care of you. Then, he leaned down and kissed the belly that he’d just used. He leaned on his elbow and stared at you.

“You satisfied?”

“Hmmmmm. Yes.”

Bucky looked worried, then cleared his throat.

“Good. That was… it was very good for me too.” 

You smiled at him, trying to reassure him, then you started to speak. He stopped you.

“No worries, this shouldn’t affect our working relationship. We’re both adults. We can be professional, right?”

What you wanted was the farthest thing from professional, but you replied, “Right.”

Bucky kissed your nose, then stood up and started getting dressed. You got up and put on your robe, seeing him to the door.

Bucky smiled at you as he left.

“Tomorrow, 4 pm. My brownstone.”

You smiled back.

“And please announce yourself when you come in?”

Bucky winked as he started down the stairs, leaving you watching him until you couldn’t see him anymore.

When he was gone, and you were alone in your apartment, you wondered how the fuck You we’re supposed to be professional when you were addicted to that dick.

You were thinking hard when Bucky sent you a message 10 minutes later.

The text said:

Something to play with ;)

Early the next morning, too early, Bucky woke up drenched in sweat and reached for his glasses, medicine, and the bottle of water next to his bed.

It had been a while since he’d had the familiar nightmare about what happened Sarah. And his baby.

Bucky sat on the edge of the bed and came back to the present. He got up to run the shower and looked into the mirror. He felt guilty for not having Sarah on his mind as much lately. But you were quite the distraction. 

He’d finally found a reason to move on with his life. 

You.

You and Sarah were nothing alike. Your spirit, and your spunk were unlike any other person he’d ever met. He couldn’t bend you to his will.

Not that Sarah had been a pushover, but with her, it had been so easy. Bucky and Sarah fell for each other at first sight and immediately started sneaking around behind Sam’s back. They’d been like yin and yang, not the oil and water that you and he had become. 

Bucky looked deep into his own eyes in the mirror to see if they still reflected the feral violence he wreaked on the men who tried to kidnap them and inadvertently killed his wife and baby in the process. 

Now, five years after all of that you made Bucky’s heart race again, something that running couldn’t even do.

It was meant to be.

After five years out of the limelight, everyone was curious about the sorrow-filled story of what happened to James Buchanan Barnes, and your light, humor-filled piece was skillfully written and hinted at the deeper story. It was good journalism without being mean spirited and he respected you for your skill. 

He wanted you for your body, and he wanted in your mind and soul. 

Bucky Barnes needed you. Now that he had given you a taste of the physical, he just need to make you fall in love with him.

He wished that you were here beside him where you belonged, but all in due time. His plan was proceeding perfectly. 

Bucky did his breathing exercises and walked into a cool morning shower. After that, Bucky settled into bed with his laptop to make sure that you were okay.

The surveillance team he hired was in place outside your building, and you seemed to be sleeping peacefully from what he could see from the cameras placed inside your apartment.

Bucky sighed and closed his laptop, attempting to turn off his brain so that he could gain a few more moments of sleep as the sun started to rise.

What a day today would be.

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Vexation

warnings: obscene language, reader talking back to elder people, sweet, fluff. That's all, I think? Haha!

pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Tyrell!Reader

summary:

The well-known Lady Thorn of Highgarden finally visited you after a year of being wed to Prince Aemond. However, you have a feeling it will not go well.

a/n: this was supposed to be a 100 followers thank you fic but I just finished it today lol Enjoy!

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You have been acting up since earlier when your mother informed you that your grandmother decided to visit the two of you after many moons of being wed.

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"For someone who hasn't seen their grandmother for years, you seem not thrilled enough, my love." He gave a light chuckle when he saw your face with a sneer.

And you have a feeling that he was enjoying this different side of you.

You're always calm and collected and it was rare to see you so agitated about someone who used to be your mentor.

No, you're not like this because you're troubled she did not visit you sooner.

Nor, it was due to you not caring about her enough either.

It's the opposite.

You love her.......truly.

And you know her better than anyone in this kingdom. Her old bones, wit and all.

If you have been asked to give one word to describe her, that would be; a nuisance.

"Well, if I were you, you should too." He raised his eyebrow at that but the look of wonder was still etched all over his face.

"I still fail to understand what was so wrong in meeting, not just your grandmother but your teacher when you were young. I bet she can share stories I do not know about you, Lady wife."

"I also fail to understand why such a man of your stature was so excited to meet a chattering old lady, Lord husband." You said as a matter of fact.

At this point, you knew that he truly thinks you do not want to meet her for fear of hearing embarrassing stories about your childhood.

He did think about one thing right, but he did not hit the head in the nail on what your fear truly was for.

"Enlighten me, my love. What did your grandmother do to earn your ire?" Before you could share the reason for your distress, a servant's knock disrupted your conversation.

"Pardon me, my prince and my lady. Lady Tyrell was waiting in the sitting room." The servant bowed once she announced the arrival of your family. She stood near the door, waiting for your command.

With a sigh, you stood up and went near your husband. Your hand reaches for his hair and you run through your fingers on his soft locks. Your hand fixes the ones that always seem to find themselves unaligned.

He closes his eyes and leaves a soft "hmmm" on his lips as he savors the feel of your fingers through his hair.

"Are you certain you want me to go and waste my time with that old monster instead of doing this with you?" You smiled sweetly at him and pouted your lips to convince him not to let you go and finally meet your grandmother.

However, instead of saying yes, he chuckled and warm calloused hands clasped yours.

"As much as I love to do that and stay with you in our chambers, wrapped around my arms, your refusal to meet her might leave a wrongful impression towards who I am. So go now, dear wife, I know you'll come back to me safe and sound."

A grumble left you before you pecked his nose. He frowned a bit at your rebellious antics. You always give him a kiss on the lips and wish him well before he trains. But today, you're not giving him that.

Before he could protest though, you stuck out your tongue and winked at him. Leaving him on his own devices as you were escorted by the servant to the place you truly hoped not to visit today.

Even from afar, you can already hear your grandmother's feeble voice from old age. Yet, you know that despite the soft sounds, she's far from tender.

"Here I thought I'll meet my death bed first before you finally show up here." She said with eyes-closed while sipping her tea.

Trying not to roll your eyes, you smiled at the servant and dismissed her. You gave your mother a smile before you sat down beside her.

Servants who were standing closed immediately placed a cup and saucer in front of you. They also filled the table with new biscuits and sweets.

"Well, I guess my timing's not that impeccable because I would have waited more just to see that." The servant who was filling up your tea almost let go of the teapot from shock on what she heard. But as she was a highly trained servant from the palace, she composed herself right away and bowed once she finished her task.

Meanwhile, your mother let out a cough and a choked sound of surprise before deciding to dismiss the servants fully and avoid any more witness from your family banter.

"I can't believe you call yourself a lady with that manners." Once all the servants were dismissed, your grandmother spoked again.

"Apologies, mother. I will make sure to teach her the proper decorum again later." Your mother gave you an eye and you just rolled your eyes at her.

"Not my granddaughter. She's perfect as is. I meant you. Who would have choked on her own tea?" Her feeble voice cracked from hoarseness as she raised her voice, scolding your mother.

A knowing look was passed between you and your mother as she gaped at your grandmother from shock.

If you do not respect your mother, you would have said I told you so.

"Anyway, enough lessons about etiquette. How was the life of being a wife, my favorite grandchild." Even without a mirror, you can see your face twitched from annoyance.

This old hag was indeed testing your patience. It has been a year since your wedding. You'll understand if she did not come to your wedding due to an official business. However, all those times, she was sitting on her favorite chair, sipping her warm tea, inside her chambers in Highgarden.

"It was well, until you decided to come here and ruin it for me." At this point, your mother feigned ignorance and continued with her afternoon tea. She's smarter now as she realized that your grandmother came here for you with an agenda. You're trying to decipher what it was. Yet, you have a feeling you know it already.

"If that was true then, when are you going to give me my grandchildren? Are you impotent? Because I believed based on stories inside these walls, your lord husband made your legs wobble on several occasions. I can only assume that problem was you." The cutlery rang when you put your cup down full of anger from her statement.

It wasn't as if you did not want a child either but no matter how much you did it with Aemond throughout that year, you were still not blessed with a baby. Your husband, the ever sweet partner, assured you that it was fine. Some couples had the hardest time having children and there was no rush.

The insult stings, especially, since it was your family who mentioned it.

"If that was the reason for your visit then I'd rather spent more time doing it with my husband than wasting my time here talking to a wrinkled old thorn." You were about to leave your seat when suddenly, your grandmother grabbed your arm and pulled you back down.

"Oh dear. Your patience was still shorter than my lifespan. Sit back down and let this wrinkled old thorn finish what she was trying to discuss." Still fuming, you followed her but crossed your arms in defiance as you stared straightly in her eyes.

"Well, I would not even agree that you were impotent as our family were known to have no problems with giving birth compared to the Targaryen. But still, answer my question truthfully.

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When you're doing it, have you tried using your mouth and licking the tip while massaging his balls so he'll enjoy it. In my time, ladies let their husbands cum first and that method was certain to make them pregnant after a month." Your mother who was quietly listening to your discussion was left coughing violently at your grandmother's shameless words in broad daylight. The tea she was holding splashed everywhere as she tried to compose herself.

To help her calm down, you put your hand soothingly on her back. Your face red with shame as your grandmother continued her obscenities and the advice for the right position to get pregnant next time.

When she realized that you and your mother gave her silence as she told you what must be done, she looked in your direction and raised her eyebrow at your reddened looks.

"Ha! I do not understand why the two of you act as if you did not know what I am saying. Stop pretending to be prim and proper! A man can do and tries everything when he's fucking every lady on these realm but a lady had a chance to only do it with once with one man on her lifetime. Enough with this nonsense and do me a favor and use this." You almost backed away when she suddenly stood up and placed a bag inside your hands. The bag emits a strong sweet smell you've never smelled before.

"What is this?"

"An aphrodisiac."

As if your skin was burnt by the bag, you immediately throw it on the table and stay as far away from it as possible.

"Have your old brain finally given up?" You yelled at your grandmother. Fingers pointing at her accusingly. You can feel the hotness run from your face to your ears and you know that you looked just like an apple from how red you were.

"Oh hush now. Me and your grandfather used to add that to our tea and it always ended up with a child so that product's safe from testing. Not that we need it much but the feeling we have after using it was something I missed so much. Believe me, it will just help your body relax and be more sensitive from your partner's touches compared to other aphrodisiacs." The disgust you felt when you saw her close her eyes and shudder from remembering what she did with your grandfather were so immense you felt all the hair in your body rise.

"Oh gods. My dear ears." On the other hand, your mother's laments as she tries to console her ears and head from what she heard today.

A sudden knock made you jump from where you were standing and you three looked at the door and waited for the announcement of whoever was on the other side.

"Lady Tyrell, his grace, the prince Aemond Targaryen is here to see you."

"Let him in. Let me see my grandson-in-law." Before you can react, your grandmother smiled wickedly at you and announced to let your husband in.

Panicked, you grabbed the bag and put it inside your dress, where a hidden pocket was made.

Your husband came in with a warm smile but frowned when he saw your pale face and rigid body as you stood near a chair.

He titled his head at you in silent question about what happened when your grandmother opens her mouth to greet him.

"If this wasn't the infamous one-eyed prince who was able to tame the biggest dragon at such a young age." A toothy grin was plastered on her face and she walked towards your husband. She opened her arms and hugged him tightly. She also patted him loudly and the gesture confuses your husband but let her do it.

"Hmmm... I know now why my granddaughter is protective of you. I will surely climb you if I am a little bit younger."

The world stopped as you tried to understand what your grandmother said to your dear husband.

You were just glad that your husband did not skip his etiquette classes as he was able to compose himself right away and gave a proper answer from that obscene remark.

"You flatter me, Lady Thorn." He replied with a smile.

Your grandmother chuckled at that and decided to walk back in her seat. But when she passed your way, she whispered something that only your ears can hear.

"If you do not pull him away from this place, I will make sure to make his ears bleed." You looked at her incredulously as she sat back down with a soft look on her face.

Blinking, you looked at your mother, who was still red, and looked back at your husband who was staring at your mouth agaped expression then back to your grandmother, who ordered another servant to bring another warm tea like normal. As if she did not just whisper the most absurd order you've heard.

Without further ado, you stride towards your husband with a purpose and grab his arm away from the chamber.

"Make sure to use my gift tonight, my favorite grandchild." Your grandmother reminded you with a wink.

All you were able to say was a loud groan and you stomped away dragging your husband with you.

"What was that?" He asked. Obviously confused with your manners.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." Looking at your husband's face, your thoughts immediately come back from the nights he kisses your skin and presses himself closer to you. Thanks to your grandmother's scheme.

Stepping backwards farther in his direction, you stride and start running away.

He called your name many times but you can't look back as you slapped both of your cheeks from embarrassment.

How could you feel so turned on in the middle of the corridors just from staring at him. You groaned as you felt your core slicken from just the thoughts of him.

With a scream, you look at the clear sky with determination.

You will prove to your grandmother that you do not need that tea to enjoy your husband's company and bear his child!

~~~~~~

Meanwhile, back inside the room, Lady Tyrell cleared her throat and finally opened her mouth to talk to Lady Thorn.

"Do you truly need to edge her that way? I believe they're doing their best."

"Then, their best was not enough. With that type of husband, I can't believe she was having a hard time having a child. All she needed was a little push. I know it." The old lady smiled to herself and sighed as she looked outside and witnessed the beauty of spring.

She was sure that this will be a fruitful year for the Highgarden.

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[littlemissaddict]

Hi! I have a request, if that's alright. Could you write an Eddie Munson story with a reader who is shy, it's almost hard to even hear her when she speaks, so polite, the type his uncle jokes might actually be a good influence on him once she gets there to work on a project they've been paired together and he is shocked (and maybe kinda turned on lol) when they get alone and start working and basically have a real conversation for the first time just for him to find out that sweet looking girl not only can actually talk a lot when she gets excited but she also swears like a damn sailor.

Of course it's alright to request, I love receiving other peoples thoughts and ideas for Eddie!! I hope this is what you were looking for but if not let me know and I'll try to tweak it but without further ado....

Word Count: 1687

Wayne was at the counter making himself a coffee when the door to the trailer opened and as he did everyday when he was home, he greeted his nephew. “Hey Ed’s how was scho-you’re not Eddie” he spoke accusatively, finally looking up to see the girl who was now standing a few feet from him in the doorway looking very out of place. He noted how instead of answering she bounced anxiously on the balls of her feet as her wide eyed gaze shifted out the open doorway, looking for god knows what until he heard the familiar voice of his nephew.

“I’ve got it-what’s wrong?” Eddie’s smile dropped the moment he saw the worry etched onto her face and as he slipped past her to see the narrowed gaze of his uncle he realised what was going on, “Hey Uncle Wayne, it’s alright she’s with me” he explained. He knew his uncle had a tendency not to trust people, especially not people from the other side of town where she was from, but he also knew that his uncle trusted him and hopefully his judgement when it came to his friends. At least he hoped they were.

Wayne relaxed a little, stepping back from the counter and coming around to meet them. “M’sorry, it’s not often Eddie brings home new visitors and especially not pretty girls” he apologises, holding his hand out to her, “I’m Wayne”

“We’re lab partners” Eddie chides, noting the way she drops her head and hides her face behind her hair which has him narrowing his eyes at his uncle for clearly making her feel uncomfortable, “and we’ve got our report to work on” he explains, shouldering his backpack which is what lead to this awkward meeting when he had to go back to retrieve it from the van.

Taking this as a hint they were moving on, she timidly shook the outstretched hand still being offered to her as she introduced herself to him, “It’s nice to meet you Mr Munson” she adds with her voice barely above a whisper as a small smile graced her lips even though she can’t bring herself to meet his eyes as she speaks.

“Well then I guess I better leave you guys to it” Wayne nods before turning back to the counter to reach across for his coffee and once he has it he heads for the door already reaching for his cigarettes and she assumes he’s going to sit out front. “Oh and Eddie, I’ll be leaving for work shortly so try and stay out of trouble” he adds with a gruff laugh as he leaves through the door and they hear him settling into the chair placed out front with the following clicks of what sound like his lighter.

“Your uncle is scary” she mumbles quietly just in case he can hear her still as she follows Eddie past the kitchen and down the hallway to his room.

“Nah he just acts all big and bad but he’s a softie really, he just doesn’t show it much because life ain’t like that on this side of town” Eddie explains with a sad smile, hoping it would put her at ease so she wouldn’t be too anxious while here but then again from what he’d seen she was anxious anywhere she went no matter who she was with. “You can guarantee later on though he’ll be all ‘you should keep her around she might be a good influence and help tame your wild ways’ or something along those lines” he jokes, earning himself a laugh from her and god did she have a nice laugh, one he’d imagine would be described in romantic works of fiction as all sunshines and daisies or that it could light up any room she walked into and all that crap. Crap that he’d always been cynical about but he could feel some of that cynicism slipping away.

“Anyway should we not be getting on, I don’t wanna keep you here too late or your parents will be after me with pitchforks thinking I’ve kidnapped you or something” he says it like it’s a joke but you would never know with this town, they all seem to have it out for him because he’s a freak.

“Oh trust me they wouldn’t mind” she says, words slipping out of her mouth before she has a chance to stop them and he gives her a puzzled look. “I spend too much time in my room apparently because according to them I need to get a fucking life” she mumbles with a roll of her eyes as she drops down onto Eddie’s bed, her back flat against the sheets with her legs dangling off the bed as she stares up at the ceiling.

Eddie stops short from where he was just about to join her, shock setting in as he wonders if she is the same girl from moments earlier. That quiet, painfully shy good girl just swore and is now laid on his bed seemingly unaware of just how much her skirt has ridden up, exposing so much skin that he would be almost positive that she should be a flustered mess by now. He must have been quiet for too long because she sits up with a sigh, smoothing out her skirt before she turns to him.

“I’m sorry I’m supposed to be here to study, not to complain about how much of a shit show my life is”

She did it again. Never in a million years did Eddie expect to hear much from her except the almost whispered hello’s and morning’s that she’d greet him with when he sat down next to her each class but now he could actually hear her voice properly and she swore. Twice.

“Hey no, you’re fine I just wasn’t expecting you to cuss or you know talk so loud, well not loud but louder than you normally do” he tries to explain but he’s still trying to get his head around the surprise.

She lets his words sink in for a second, trying to work out what was different but then it hits her. “I guess I don’t feel I have to hide around who I am around you which is silly because we hardly know each other but for once I’m not scared of how I’m being perceived, I know I can just be me and that’s okay” she rambles, finally for the first time meeting his eyes as she talk which is a big thing for her because she never feels comfortable around anyone. Although the more she thinks about it in all the time she’s be paired with him in class never once has he teased or made fun of her for being quiet; he’s never given her those dreaded looks of pity when she struggles with nervous stutters when most teachers and classmates do; or when she does talk he always listens with rapt interest as if what she’s saying is the most important thing in the world even when it’s not and there is probably so many other things he’s done that have given her every reason to trust him, to feel this way now that she thinks about it.

Eddie is once again speechless, he’s not used to people feeling comfortable around him. Weirded out by him, yes. Avoiding him, yes. But to be the only person someone feels like they can be themselves around, that was new, sure he had his friends and they all had each other whereas from the sounds of it she had no one. It seems he was feeling a little selfish today as he didn’t want this to be like other times where he took little lost sheepies under his wing and gave them a space to feel safe, this time he wanted to keep her to himself and get to know all her little quirks that made her who she was. If he was being honest it had been something he’s wanted even since before she’d surprised him not that long ago but the urge was even stronger now, though he didn’t want to scare her off.

“I’m truly honoured that you feel that way but me? Are you sure there’s not someone better than the town freak?” he asks, trying to play it off just how much it means to him that she feels that way.

“I’m sure besides isn’t the whole reason they see you as a freak,” she makes air quotations with her hands as she says the word, “because you refuse to be anyone other than yourself?” She asks with a pointed glare as if to drive home her words and Eddie finally relents, both of them forgetting about the report they were supposed to be working on in favour of getting to know the other for who they really were.

And little do they realise that through Eddie’s open bedroom window, Wayne can hear every little word that is being said and while Eddie was right that Wayne had hoped she would be a good influence on the boy, he was also rather proud that by being himself Eddie had managed to help someone else feel comfortable enough to be themself. He would be sure to let Eddie know later on even if it flustered him but then again wasn’t it his job as a - stand in - parent to embarrass his kid every once in a while. The thought made him chuckle, though there was no doubt that it couldn’t be heard over the laughter coming from the trailer and from everything he had heard, he planned on making her feel welcome whenever she came around in hopes that between him and Eddie it would encourage her to be herself a little more wherever she went so that she didn’t spend the rest of her life worried about what everyone else thought of her because Wayne knew from experience that the world could be a cruel place but the only people who were worth listening to were those that truly cared for you.

#eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #request #anonymous

[snakebites-and-ink]

Hero Villain Amnesia Whump CYOA thingy idk

Do I have other WIPs I should be working on? YES. Would it be better to space out CYOAs instead of running two at the same time? ALSO YES. But I think I was experiencing some form of partial writers block, and this was the only thing over 100 words I could get my brain to really work on. So…*gestures widely* enjoy I guess.

Disclaimer/heads up before you get invested: Unlike my other WIPs, this was created with zero premeditation and instead was conceived and hammered out in a single hyper-focused sitting. I will write at least a second part at some point, but because it is entirely the product of my changeable whims, I make no promises about the timeline of this, or how many parts there might be, updating schedules, or even whether it will remain a cyoa. I also might decide to write the next part before the poll actually officially finishes so uhh might wanna get your votes in during the first couple days it runs. This is very much my “indulge those momentary impulses” project lol. Which is also why it doesn't have a real title yet adsfalkfjsd (titles r hard)

CW: Explosions (just in the background), multiple people trying to manipulate you, amnesia that was almost certainly inflicted deliberately, building falling apart around you idk

You wake up with no memory of where you are. 

As a matter of fact, you have no memory of…anything.

You take stock of your surroundings. Currently you’re in a room by yourself, with cuffs that look like they’re built to be a lot more effective than they are currently. The lights are dim and there’s some kind of alarm going off.

You get up and leave the room, wandering aimlessly, until you bump into someone moving with a lot more urgency.

“What are you doing here?”

You stare at them blankly. You don’t know any more than they do; probably less, actually.

“Whatever. I’ll get you out of here. Come on.” They hold out a hand, and having no better ideas, you take it.

They pull you through twisting halls in various states of damage. Some look untouched, some have floors full of rubble and air full of dust.

An explosion sounds some distance off, sending vibrations through the building. That probably explains the damage.

The stranger leading you rounds a corner and bumps into another person. Both of them practically bristle like a couple of furious cats upon seeing each other.

“Villain! Where are you going with them!?”

“Anywhere but here,” the person dragging you along—Villain?—grumbles, trying to go around them.

The newcomer steps to the side to block them. “Now hold on—”

“This is not the time, Hero! I know foiling me is your usual MO, but right now Superhero is absolutely off their rocker. Go deal with them and let us go.”

“If you think I’m just going to let you steal my sidekick—!”

“Your sidekick? They’re Superhero’s sidekick—and we just established Superhero’s gone crazy, so I’m taking Sidekick away from them if you don’t mind.” They try to step around Hero again, and Hero gets in their way again.

“I do mind, if it means you’re taking them back to your villain lair to join all of your villain cronies.” Hero catches your free arm, and they are admittedly gentler with you than Villain is. “I’ll keep you safe from Superhero. Please come home with me. You remember me, right?” They fix you with concerned, pleading eyes.

You don’t remember anything, but before you can explain that to them, a new voice cuts through the dust in a singsong tone. “My ears were burning~!” 

Villain swears, softly but emphatically, and runs toward the nearest door. They pause there and turn back to you, but look ready to bolt the rest of the way out at a moment’s notice. Hero lowers their arms almost as if afraid of getting in trouble, so both the hands that were on you are suddenly gone.

The new speaker steps into view and their eyes alight on you with a pleased smile. “There you are. Let’s get you back where you belong, hmm?”

“Superhero, you really need to dial it back—”

“Not now, Hero. I’d be happy to talk once I’ve dealt with this little breakout.”

So this is Superhero? You unconsciously take a step back; despite the discrepancies in their stories, both Hero and Villain talked like Superhero was someone to be concerned about, at least with the way they were right now.

Still, you can’t very well run until you know who to run from and who to run with. Out of control or not, maybe Superhero can set the story straight. You swallow, and ask, “Whose sidekick am I really?”

“‘Sidekick’? Is that what they told you? Cute, but we can’t give you a new identity until you’ve finished the program. Come with me and I’ll set you up. Quickly, if you don’t mind, I’ve got several more escaped villains to catch.”

“What?” you say.

“You’re a villain, love,” they coo, “which is why you need to come with me so we can get you through the remainder of the reformation program. Everything will be better then. Come on.” They turn to Villain and add, “you too.”

Now you have three stories that don’t match.

The stalemate doesn’t last long before Superhero’s head snaps to the side as if in response to a sound only they could hear. “I’ll be back to collect you soon. Don’t run too far now!” They leave in a new direction, moving quickly like they’re in pursuit of fresh prey.

“Let’s go,” Villain hisses, ducking out of the door and heading in the opposite direction of Superhero. Hero pushes you out of the room before you can sort through all the new information.

You’re back in the labyrinthine halls, which seem to be falling apart even more now. You have no idea how to get anywhere, so you follow Hero since they seem to have some idea of what’s going on and everyone else ran off in different directions while they were holding onto you.

You get increasingly turned around as they navigate the way through the ruined building, one hall after another.

“Wrong way!” Villain runs past you in the opposite direction. Moments later, it becomes clear why as you come into view of a gaping hole in the side of the building, most of the opening taken up by a large flying machine.

Hero pulls you back, immediately reversing directions, but before you can leave the way you came, someone appears in the doorway. Villain’s path was likewise blocked, and they’re nervously backing up to the center of the room with you.

A doorway of some sort opens on the machine in the wall. A figure appears in it, and you can just tell they’re the one in charge of all these new arrivals.

“You!” You didn’t even see Superhero come in but suddenly they’re tackling the other to the ground at a furious speed.

The two tangle before simultaneously withdrawing with no clear winner, both looking a little worse for wear but just as ready and able to keep fighting one another at the drop of a hat.

Superhero glances at you. “Told you I’d be back! I caught about half of the others, but someone—” they glared at their foe—“kept me from the rest. Let’s get you all reformed and you can leave this whole disaster behind you.”

The newcomer looks at you as well. “Come on, let’s go,” they order.

“Um…who are you?”

“I’m Supervillain, your boss. They messed with your head so you’d forget that.”

“That’s a lie!” Hero cries out, “They’re my sidekick!”

“Superhero’s sidekick,” Villain mutters.

“Oh, of course. They all offered you stories full of grandeur. A villain offered a second chance, or a heroic sidekick working with one of the best. Things you’d want to be real. I’m afraid the truth is far less glamorous. You were just a low level goon, until you showed unexpected levels of power, and they all decided they wanted a piece of the action. But I’m a generous boss. Come back to me, and you can rule by my side when we take over.” Supervillain gestures towards the entrance to their flying machine in invitation.

“Let’s get out of here,” Hero whispers in your ear. They’ve been eyeing one of the henchmen blocking the doors, and seem to like their odds.

“You don’t want to leave the reformation program half-done. I’ll fix you.” Superhero holds out their hand, a small smile playing at their lips.

“Psst!” Villain beckons you from a hole on the side of the building. They look like they’re itching to go.

You don’t know who to trust. If only you had your memory.

Follow-up poll

#Only partially edited 🙈 #CHAOS #like this is pretty chaotic now that I read it over- #another drabble I got a little unhinged with #heroes and villains #hero/villain whump #amnesia #amnesia whump #interactive whump #choose your own adventure #whump cyoa #is this whump? There's no actual pain but there is manipulation and amnesia and stuff #choose your own adventure poll #cyoa #interactive fiction #interactive #untitled #whump #whump writing #brain dump with minimum editing lol #original fic #writing #whumpblr #my writing #my posts #hero villain amnesia cyoa #<-that's gonna be my tag for this for now

[iamamythologicalcreature]

Pitch Manor Progress (which is sort of like Six Sentence Sunday but also not)

It's still Sunday for five more minutes, here. SO....

Okay, I haven't written anything on the Haunting of Simon Snow in awhile. But I have been working on my floor plan for Pitch Manor, which is more than tangentially related to the potential progress of that fic. And today's a rough one for me, so I'm going to post about it like it's progress so I might feel a tad better. Ahem.

OKAY. SO. I've been working on a floor plan for Pitch Manor for... pretty much forever and a day. I ran into trouble when I was writing chapter 2 of Haunting and Simon (Construction Worker!Simon) began to describe the house. I realized... I had no idea what he was describing.

(Warning, there is a long winded geeky ramble ahead. It's just how I do things. Ahem.)

What was supposed to be a quick "let's find a floor plan that I can just copy with some minor adjustments" project has since turned into my special interest project. As a history nerd, that means a lot of research, looking at dozens of floor plans for other houses ranging in origination from the 16th century to the 20th (and probably a few older than even that, since a ton of religious buildings were repurposed into estates. Think Downton *Abbey*.)

But this past week, I feel I've really pushed through a lot of the issues I kept running into. (I've ridiculously been trying to make it as true to the descriptions in Carry On as possible, and something that fits the purposes of my fic, which of course I have envisioned in many, sometimes incompatible, ways.) I've had to make some "this or that, you can't have both" choices, but I'm finally happy with the basic shape and layout.

Whew.

Just for funsies, here's a cross section snippet of my floor plan WIP. It's pretty messy still, but I'm still excited LOL

And (finally), instead of six sentences, I will instead offer you all six tidbits of information about Pitch Manor, as I've envisioned it:

There are four (4!) different sitting rooms. Because the aristocracy just loved their sitting rooms. (Parlor, Withdrawing room, Drawing room, and Reception/Receiving room.)

There is a ballroom. Try and stop me.

The original manor house was built in the 17th century, and has been refurbished and updated a few times.

The most extensive refurbishment happened in the 19th century, which is how it gained its current stylings. (Baz is a freaking troll and I love him for it. The most popular architectural style in the Victorian era was "Gothic Revival." "It's not Gothic; it's Victorian." Hah.)

Some rooms were added on during the Victorian refurbishment, including a Smoking room. They were very popular at that time.

The largest room in the house isn't the ballroom. It's the library. (It's two stories. Try and stop me.)

(I do hope to release the floorplans into the fandom wild after they're complete, in case anyone else wants to make use of them.)

I want to ramble more. But it's almost midnight. Sooo.... Gratitude and hellos under the cut!

Thank you to @blackberrysummerblog, @shrekgogurt, @rimeswithpurple, @thewholelemon, @monbons,

and @cutestkilla for the tags. I'm looking forward to seeing what everyone is working on!

Thank you also to those of you who have willingly (I hope) listened to me ramble on about this damned project of mine for ages. Because boy howdy, do I ramble. @cutestkilla, @hushed-chorus, @artsyunderstudy, @youarenevertooold, @ic3-que3n,

@best--dress, @monbons, and @mooncello. It's good there are a few of you, that way no single poor soul has to bear the full weight of my obsession special interest. (If anyone reading this actually wants to join these ranks, hit me up on Discord XD)

Thanks also to everyone that has tagged me even when it's been ages in between progress posts from me. I appreciate being kept in the loop on what you all are up to creatively!

Hellos and howdies to @noblecorgi @bookish-bogwitch @that-disabled-princess @bazzybelle @messofthejess

@imagineacoolusername @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @prettygoododds @emeryhall @ileadacharmedlife

@valeffelees @fiend-for-culture @bubble-gumhead @brilla-brilla-estrellita @aristocratic-otter

@j-nipper-95 @whatevertheweather @ivelovedhimthroughworse @drowninginships @alexalexinii

@facewithoutheart @angelsfalling16

#six sentence sunday #pitch manor #estate houses #floor plan #simon snow trilogy #baz pitch is a troll and I adore him for it #tbf I adore him pretty easily #it's not gothic it's victorian #gothic revival #I have so many other things I'm supposed to be working on #but also I'm super excited about this #and it's given me ideas #which is the best thing #the haunting of simon snow #I ramble a lot #sorry not sorry #okay it's technically monday now but posting this anyway #jodofic

[thesewordsareallihavetogive]

broke down: A Safe Place to Land one-shot - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x nurse!reader

Summary: 2.5k words. One-shot in the A Safe Place to Land universe. y/n's car breaks down and Bradley is determined to make sure she's okay. (time line stuff: ch. 1 takes place in september 2019, ch. 5 is set in december of 2019, and this one-shot occurs in april of 2022.)

Warnings: car issues, bradley being a Stress Protective Fiancé, uH angst i guess? lots & lots of fluff. also sexism

a/n: hi y'all! it's been a moment lol. this story has been floating around in my noggin since november-ish & i'm so glad i finally wrote it out. enjoy! <3

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Shit. y/n muttered under her breath as she pulled her car off to the side of the road. Two warning lights lit up on the dashboard and a disconcerting noise started echoing from underneath the hood before she brought the vehicle to a stop. Based on the thin smoke rising from the crevice between the body of the car and its hood, y/n had a feeling she wasn’t going to make it the final stretch of her drive.

It had already been such a long day and y/n was really, really looking forward to seeing her fiancé and downing a cold beer or two. Or three. With a heavy sigh, she stepped out of her usually trustworthy car and popped the hot-to-the-touch hood. Smoke clouded her vision and she coughed–this was definitely an issue she couldn’t resolve by herself.

After dialing roadside assistance, y/n called Bradley. The phone hadn’t even rung twice before he picked up, his warm hello being slightly muffled by the lively crowd in The Hard Deck.

“Hey Roos,” y/n sighed. She tried to hide the exhaustion in her tone, but Rooster picked up on it immediately.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Dammit. This man could read her like a damn book. The aviator furrowed his brow and sat up straight in the chair he’d been occupying. The rest of the squad was bordering on boisterous after the several drinks they’d downed and were more focused on an intense game of nine-ball. y/n rubbed her temple and thought about how to best tell him and avoid him freaking out. She loved him to the ends of the earth, but he was a worrier.

“I’m fine! It’s nothing, really…” she trailed off. Her frustration and emotions got the best of her, so it all spilled out at once. “Actually, my car broke down so I called for a tow truck and I’m gonna be late meeting up with you guys at the Hard Deck so I’ll probably just head home after this because I’m so tired and-” Rooster’s eyes widened at the jumble of words y/n rushed out.

“Where are you?” Bradley cut her off before she could work herself up anymore. y/n could hear movement in the background and she instantly felt guilty. The last thing she wanted to do was interrupt him while he was having a well-deserved night out with his friends.

“It doesn’t matter. I just wanted to let you know that I probably won’t make it to the bar tonight. This might take a while,” y/n huffed. Her nerves were shot and above all, she just wanted to go home. Sure, a night out with her fiancé and their friends would be nice, but a warm bath and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s would be much nicer.

“y/n. Where. are. you?” Bradley asked slowly, punctuating each word. His voice was low and left no room for argument. y/n had only heard him speak that way a handful of times since she’d known him–all of which were times he thought she might be in trouble.

So she told him her location. She had pulled off on the edge of some backroad she was taking in hopes of it being a shortcut. Instead, she was now thanking her lucky stars that she had barely enough cell reception to call the tow service and Bradley.

Rooster cursed–y/n was alone in the middle of nowhere and it would be dark soon. A dozen scenarios went through his mind at once and none of them were good.

In a few long strides, the aviator crossed the room towards the bar without so much as a goodbye to his friends. He fished enough cash out of his wallet to cover his tab and then some as he flagged down Penny. The worried expression and his rushed movements, while his phone was pinched between his shoulder and ear, had Penny moving cautiously to tend to him, foregoing some of the other customers before him. She’d hardly accepted the cash from his hand before he offered her a tight smile and jogged out of the bar.

“I’m coming to pick you up,” he said with finality. y/n’s brow furrowed and she started pacing alongside her car.

“What? No, Bradley. Stay out with your friends. Have a good time, you deserve to let loose. I’ll see you at home, okay?” If he weren’t so focused on getting to y/n, he might’ve noticed the warmth that spread through his chest anytime his fiancée mentioned their shared home.

Rooster was typically far more gentle with the Bronco than he was right then, but that was hardly a thought in his mind when he pulled his keys out and shoved them into the door lock. y/n inwardly groaned as she heard the tell-tale sign of his old car’s door slamming and the engine turning over.

“Nope. No. I’m not going to be able to relax or think about anything else until I know you’re okay. I’ll be there in 15 minutes, tops.” He peeled out of the parking lot, pulling onto the main road before he’d even finished his sentence.

y/n blew out a heavy breath and dragged her palm down her face before stopping short. She pulled her phone away from her ear and checked the GPS route she recently had open.

Your location to The Hard Deck Bar – 24 minutes via State Road…

“I am okay. And it’s over a 20 minute drive to where you are,” y/n sighed. She had no doubt that Bradley would be able to beat the estimated time of 24 minutes, but shaving almost 10 minutes off seemed a little outlandish, even for the fighter pilot.

Rather than reminding his fiancée that he routinely flew planes at over 1,000 mph, he simply grunted out “I said what I said” and pressed his foot harder against the gas pedal.

Bradley stayed on the phone with y/n while he drove. Based on the unmistakable sound of the Bronco’s engine revving and cars honking because Rooster had cut them off, it was easy to assume he was breaking a handful of traffic laws.

Otherwise, the call was relatively quiet. Bradley broke the silence every few minutes to ask if y/n was okay–she hummed yes, Roos each time. He asked her if there was anyone lingering around or coming up to her–No, there’s literally no one out here. Her fiancé couldn’t decide if that was a good or bad thing.

y/n huffed in frustration when she tried to unsuccessfully start her car for the umpteenth time. Just as she rested her head on the steering wheel with crestfallen resignation, she caught a set of all too familiar headlights in her rearview mirror. The nurse felt a bittersweet smile creep onto her face. She was happy to see Bradley, she always was, but she couldn’t help the sinking guilty feeling that he cut his night out short because of her. y/n slowly climbed out of the car and really felt the exhaustion hit her this time around. Now that Bradley was here, she didn’t have to keep looking over her shoulder and was able to let her guard down a bit. 

By the time she closed the door behind her, he’d already crossed the distance from the Bronco to her car. Bradley wore a sympathetic smile when eyes met y/n’s. Something about the loving look in his eyes had y/n holding back tears. The aviator wordlessly pulled y/n into his chest and she gladly went along with it, wrapping her arms loosely around his waist.

“I’m sorry, Brad. I didn’t mean to ruin your night,” y/n’s words were muffled by the fabric of his t-shirt. Bradley tutted and brought a hand up to massage her shoulders where he knew she got tense often.

“You don’t need to be sorry, baby. I’m glad you called me,” he pressed a kiss against y/n’s hair before resting his chin atop her head. They stood wrapped in each other's arms for a moment, silently swaying side to side. y/n was still nuzzled against Bradley’s chest when he patted her back before pulling away and moved toward the hood of her car.

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw knows his plane inside and out. This extended to cars as well. He’s been under the hood of his vintage Ford Bronco more times than he cares to count, so he’s familiar with working on cars, to say the least. Maybe if this whole flying thing didn’t work out, he could be a mechanic.

Rooster waved the remaining smoke away from his face when he popped the hood of the car. He’d hardly been glancing around the various parts before a particular problem caught his eye. He stood back and rested his hands on either hip. There wasn’t much that puzzled him, but it was certainly an interesting sight, he thought as he tilted his head to the side.

“This drive belt is damn near shredded. When was the last time you got your car serviced?” Rooster asked innocently. When y/n blushed and wouldn’t meet his eyes, his face dropped. The aviator rubbed his temple. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to like her answer.

He produced a rag out of seemingly thin air and pulled the engine’s dipstick and wiped it off before checking the oil. He held the dipstick up to catch the remainder of the setting sun’s light and frowned–the oil was definitely below where it should be.

y/n was scratching the back of her neck now, looking increasingly sheepish.

“y/n?” Bradley asked expectantly. He wasn’t being condescending, but y/n felt like she was in trouble.

“Umm… I took her to get serviced not long after Lover came out. I sat in the waiting area and listened to the album like 3 times in a row.” Rooster did some math before his eyes practically bugged out of his head.

“When Lover came ou- baby, that was over two years ago?!” Bradley said incredulously, mouth agape. Before dating y/n, Rooster didn’t know much of anything about Taylor Swift. Eventually, his then-girlfriend started purchasing her own vinyl records and Taylor Swift’s music became regular in the rotation. Whether Bradley liked it or not, he learned some Swiftie lore. And, being the history nerd that he was, he remembered almost all of it. The album release dates had eventually wormed their way into his mind as well.

“I know! I know, but I literally only ever drive to work because we take the Bronco everywhere else so it didn’t matter that much…” y/n raised her hands defensively. Her voice trailed off towards the end; even she knew it was a bad excuse. Rooster slid a hand down his face in exasperation and smoothed out his mustache above his tight-lipped frown.

“Honey, what if you broke down or worse while I was deployed? I-” Rooster sighed. He stopped himself before he went on a tangent that might upset y/n. Nothing was worth arguing over right then so he let the topic rest. Bradley made a mental note to schedule a servicing for her car the following day.

The tow truck y/n called for pulled up just in time to avoid what was heading toward a tense conversation. When the driver approached the pair, he hardly spared Rooster a second glance initially; he was too focused on dragging his eyes across y/n’s body in a way that made her skin crawl. Bradley puffed out his chest and took a step forward, redirecting the man’s attention. The aviator’s movement allowed the remainder of the sun’s dwindling light to sparkle against y/n’s sizable engagement ring. She doubted that was Rooster’s intention, but she smirked nonetheless.

The tow truck driver posed his questions to Bradley. The much taller and tanned man was about to respond when y/n cleared her throat and stepped forward. It was her car, after all.

The driver was surprised. The hint of a grimy grin spread across his face.

“Alright, little lady,” he snickered. Strike one.

y/n took the man’s questions in stride. She knew the answers to most of them; she wasn’t dumb. Just because she procrastinated on her car’s maintenance didn’t mean she was clueless about her vehicle. Rooster was confident that she could handle herself in the conversation, so he hung back with his hand resting on her lower back protectively.

Some of the more unnecessarily specific questions were aimed to trip y/n up–Rooster knew it, and y/n pieced it together pretty quickly. Strike two. Good for y/n, and disappointingly for the sexist tow truck operator, y/n was very good at bullshitting her way to the right answer every time and had an unrivaled poker face.

Rooster smirked, impressed. His little spitfire was doing what she did best–putting men in their place.

The driver eventually huffed in annoyance. He clearly lost their verbal sparring match, so he set out to do his actual job and leave with his tail tucked between his legs. He tuned out the couple as he worked on hooking up the car and lifting it onto the truck bed.

y/n linked her arms behind her fiancé’s neck and grinned up at him. Rooster matched her smile. She was trouble, a force to be reckoned with–and he loved her for it.

“Thank you for saving me,” y/n murmured while her lips ghosted over Bradley’s. She pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, but before he could deepen it, she pulled away and examined him at arm’s length.

"My knight in shining… tacky tourist shirt,” y/n grinned deviously, amused by her own joke. Rooster rolled his eyes, pressing his tongue to his cheek before he retaliated by tickling her side–the exact same spot he’s been targeting since their very first beach date. y/n laughed before pulling him back toward her by his flowered collar for the deep kiss Bradley longed for.

At some point, the tow truck driver had finished up and y/n’s car was secured on the bed. He cleared his throat and shuffled uncomfortably as the couple shamelessly pulled away from their PDA stunt. y/n signed the necessary paperwork before thanking the man–she might be petty and a smart-ass, but she wasn’t an asshole.

Bradley and y/n walked hand-in-hand back towards the Bronco, where he opened the passenger door for her and offered his hand to support her as she stepped up into the lifted vehicle. Once Bradley was sitting in the driver’s seat, he wordlessly handed y/n his phone so she could play music. Somehow, the nurse had talked him into setting up bluetooth of all things in his vintage Bronco. He was well aware that she had him whipped, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

With one hand on the steering wheel and one hand resting on y/n’s thigh, Bradley pulled back onto the road and drove toward their shared house, the Hard Deck long forgotten. The windows were rolled down and soft tunes filled the night air.

“Hey Roos?” y/n spoke, intertwining her fingers with his.

“Yeah, baby?” Rooster hummed, briefly taking his eyes off the road to look at his fiancée.

“What’s a drive belt?”

a/n: fun fact: i learned how to check a car’s oil level when my friends and i were in bum fuck nowhere on a camping trip. pretty sure my dad was v stressed out when i called him and asked me to walk me through it but it definitely fed my ego.

#rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun: maverick #bradley bradhsaw #nurse!reader #rooster x y/n #bradley bradshaw x y/n #a safe place to land

[nerdazzler]

Childhood Memories.

You were just playing outside by yourself in your front yard when you decided to go for a walk through the neighborhood. You were mindlessly walking around until you noticed a little red headed boy in the window of his house, he looks to be about your age.

You had honestly gotten rather bored while walking around and he looked like a good person to play with. So you walked up to him and his window.

“Hello!” You cheerfully greet the boy. The red headed boy looks at you quite confused and startled at your presence, “hello?” He hesitantly responds. “What are you doing?” You ask him, he looks at the book on the desk in front of him before responding to you. “Studying.” 

‘Studying? Well that just sounds boring.’ You think to yourself, pouting at the thought. “Well that’s no fun!” You whine, the boy looks away from you, thinking of a way to respond. As he dose this you notice that there is enough space in his window for you to climb in. 

The boy looks back at the spot you were standing in, only to not find you there. Instead he found you standing right in front of him. It takes him a whole minute to register your presence in his house before going into a full blown panic, saying something about his mother. 

You laugh, “my mom doesn’t know I’m here either, so we might as well just get in trouble together!” He stops talking.

He looks about ready to cry which causes you to stop smiling and start panicking, trying to find something to calm him down with before any tears could be shed. You feel your pockets hoping to find a toy or something to give him, instead you find a cookie in your pocket and shove it in his mouth. 

The boy falls silent. You cheerfully extend out your hand and smile, “Hi! I’m (Y/N), Nice to meet you!” He looks at your hand for a second before hesitantly shaking it and introducing himself “My name is Riddle, Rosehearts. It’s nice to meet you too.” You think you have stars in your eyes “Oooh! You talk all fancy! I like that!” 

Riddle slightly giggles at your response “It’s not being fancy, it’s being polite and proper.” You tilt your head not really understanding what you’ve been told. “Oh! Like whenever my mom makes me dress all nice whenever we have guests or go somewhere fancy?” Riddle nods “Kinda like that.” 

“Ooooh.” It clicks in your head to an extent. “(Y/-!” You look out the window you came in from not sure if you heard something or not. “Did you hear something?” Riddle ask, “(Y/N)!” It’s your mom. You look at riddle and nod “Yea! My mom is calling me, I should probably go.”

You hurry towards the window and climb out of it with riddle not to far behind watching you, you look back at him from the outside of his house “I”lol be back as soon as I can!” You wave goodbye as you run in the direction of your mom’s voice. “Bye Bye Riddle! It was nice meeting you!”

The boy only watches you leave, weakly waving as you move farther out of his view. “Goodbye…”

A few days have passed since you met the red headed boy. Your mother scolded you for leaving without saying anything and you were forced to stay inside all day, not that you minded it all that much, but the thought of meeting Riddle again excited you.

After you were allowed to play outside again you immediately left, but made sure to say something to your mom before leaving. You ran through the neighborhood trying to find the house you stumbled upon last time, it took you a while since you didn’t remember how you originally got there but you made it. 

You almost yell riddle’s name if not for the fact you saw him talking to two other kids. They also looked about your age, maybe a year or two older? You’re disappointed but didn’t want to interrupt whatever they were doing, so you left to go to a nearby playground.

It was early in the evening so a lot of people happened to be in the park. You looked around for anyone to play with and saw a ginger haired boy with messy hair playing in the sandbox, he looked like he was having fun so why not join him? You walk up to the ginger haired boy “Hello!” He looks up at you, “Hi!” He’s playing with dinosaur toys.

You bend down to get in the sandbox with him “What are you playing?” You ask him and he proudly shows you the toys in his hands “Dinos!” He says enthusiastically.

You giggle “Can I play?” He hands you a pterodactyl toy and starts to make a mess in the sand as you laugh and copy him.

While you didn’t get to play with riddle like you wanted, you did have fun with a new friend today. 

Memory fragment 1/???

⋙ Memory fragment 2/???

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twst #twst writing #twst au #twst fanfic #twst x reader #twst x you #twst x mc #twst x yuu #twst x y/n #child au #twst characters #twst heartslabyul #riddle rosehearts #twst riddle #twst ace #ace trappola #twst chenya #trey clover #twst trey #twst fic

[aceviscontiswife]

Hooked || Caleb Quinn

Caleb catches you wearing his jacket and holding his gun, unleashing a primal desire he’d never felt before. (I cannot write accents, so I apologize beforehand). —PS, if you requested something I promise I will do it lol I’ve just been super busy!

Afab! Reader Warnings: overstimulation, marking, spit, oral, creampie, stroking a gun and pretending its Caleb. Caleb does NOT go easy on you.

Part 2

Ps, for those that don’t know, Death to Bayshore is Caleb’s gun as a whole. The redeemer is what pierces the survivor when he shoots them. Also everything in this comes from a place of pure need and desire for this crusty creature. 👍 (if I’m wrong, no I wasn’t)

You couldn’t resist it anymore. You’ve ‘lived’ with Caleb for a while now, the entity dumped you into his realm and you haven’t been able to escape since. Caleb would consider you a friend, as you would him. You respected him and he respected you, which in turn created quite the odd friendship. He was a grumpy, murderous bounty hunter while you were a meek little survivor who hid at the first sound of trouble. You had somewhat looked up to Caleb ever since your first trial with him. He spared you, and even offered to teach you how to play the entity’s twisted game based on what he’s seen other survivors do.

But, despite as hard as you tried not to, you found yourself yearning for more than a friendship. Admittedly, Caleb was more scary than he was attractive—and that’s why you liked him as much as you did. The way he handled other survivors had you squeezing your thighs together to provide some relief to your throbbing clit, as well as sending a shockwave of jealousy through you. He always treated you with such care, like you were made of glass, when deep down inside you wanted him to slam you against a wall, growling and huskily chuckling into your ear while he absolutely ruined you.

So that’s how you found yourself, slowly inching towards Caleb’s sleeping form, ready to act out your half-baked plan to get Caleb to make your wishes come true. He had taken his duster off and lazily tossed it onto the table his legs were propped up on. Next to him was his gun, leaning against the table. While Caleb might be seemingly unconscious, you knew he’d wake and grab his gun if you made even the slightest noise. It was an instinct he had developed, one that made you ponder on what all he had been through before the entity took him.

You reach for his jacket first, slipping on the oversized duster. You had to hold back a laugh, biting down onto your lip to keep quiet. His duster practically swallowed you whole. Next was his weapon, Death to Bayshore. This had to go perfectly. Not only so he didn’t wake up, but so you didn’t have to awkwardly explain why you were wearing his jacket and attempting to take his gun. You’d much rather have him catch you with both of his things.

You grab the redeemer, careful to avoid the sharp points, and lift it up and towards you. ‘Damn, this thing is heavy’ you thought as you balance the butt of Caleb’s gun on the ground, holding the redeemer with one hand while the other caressed the weapon. You close your eyes, trailing your fingers over every intricate detail of Death to Bayshore. You imagined you were touching Caleb instead, his gasps and groans leaving you grinding yourself against the weapon.

Soft sighs and moans awoke Caleb from his deep slumber. Looking towards the sounds, Caleb could barely believe what he saw. There you were, wearing his duster and holding his gun, grinding up against it. Your head was tossed back, eyes screwed shut as you desperately searched for relief. Caleb’s eyes were nearly black as he watched you; a feeling Caleb had last felt when he was younger began to buzz in his abdomen—spreading down to his member that was quickly growing hard.

You had yet to notice that Caleb was watching you, having gotten distracted from the surprising amount of pleasure grinding against a gun had brought you. It wasn’t until Caleb clears his throat that your eyes shoot open and your hips still. Or at least you hoped they did, because the pleasure kept coming in small waves. You stare at Caleb wide-eyed, your plan completely backfiring on you. It had worked and you could tell, but goddamn did Caleb look scary. Scary, and really hot.

“Y’ just couldn’t wait until I woke up, hmm?” Caleb chuckles, standing up snd towering over your small form. “I-“ You begin to explain yourself, but Caleb cuts you off when he grips your chin roughly, making you stare at him. “Y’ planned this didn’t you, baby? Tell me what y’ want from it.” Caleb demands, rubbing your chin with his thumb in a teasing attempt to ease the pain from how roughly he had grabbed you.

“I-I want you to be rough with me… like how you are with the other survivors..” If it wasn’t for Caleb forcing you to look at him, you’d be looking at anything but him. You weren’t expecting Caleb to laugh, but when his raspy laughter filled the saloon you found yourself feeling a little embarrassed, the tips of your ears blushed red.

“Oh Y/n, I could never treat y’ like them. If y’ want it rough then you’re about to get it, but what I do to them, doll, you do not want.” Caleb let go of your chin and threaded his fingers through your hair, tugging lightly on the ends. You hadn’t even noticed that his other hand was placed above yours, his large fingers digging into his guns bayonet—yet the blade left no mark on his skin, no blood. Nothing. You swallow, trying to ignore the desperate wetness of your sex.

You take a daring step closer to the gunslinger, yelping as he suddenly rips the Death to Bayshore out of your hands and tosses it to the side. With the weapon gone, Caleb’s free to pull you against him, his hands nearly covering your entire head as he cups your face. He could kill you if he wanted to. Easily. He was so much bigger than you, so much stronger.

“Caleb…”

Caleb smashes his lips against yours, unleashing a needy, hungry side to him that you had never seen. He needed you even more than you needed him. You decide to speed things up, nibbling at Caleb’s bottom lip as you grind your hips against his. He groans, opening his mouth for you as you both fight for dominance. He was already hard, his cock straining against his pants. Caleb easily won the fight for dominance, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. You and Caleb were grinding against each other, the friction providing a small amount of relief to your throbbing cunt.

Caleb suddenly pulls away from you, palming himself as he tossed aside a chair and patted the table the chair had once rested by. “Take y’ clothes off and get on the table. Leave my jacket on.” You nod frantically, following his order with such haste that Caleb couldn’t help but chuckle at you. You take his jacket off just long enough to take off your shirt and bra, tossing the garments aside carelessly. Caleb admires your bare chest, imagining it littered with marks. His marks.

“Look at how hard and fuckin’ needy your tits are, just for me.” Caleb’s words sent a tingle down your spine, your panties practically soaked at this point. Next to go were your pants, shoes, and socks. You barely paid attention to where you tossed them. The last garment left on were your panties, but just as you went to take them off, Caleb stops you.

“Leave those on too. Now get on the table.” Caleb left you no choice, not that you minded anyways. You sit down on top of the table, Caleb approaching you. “Spread your legs.” Caleb was very demanding, but you followed every order as if you were being timed. You spread your legs, exposing your clothed pussy to Caleb.

Caleb groans, staring at you like a predator eyeing its prey. He licks his lips and steps forward, your legs now resting on either side of Caleb. Caleb leans forward, his face inches from yours. “Y’ still want this?”

“Please.” Your voice was weak, you words sounded more like needy whimpers. Caleb smirks, relishing in the gasp that leaves you when he trails his fingers down the wet patch on your underwear. You shudder, your hips rutting against Caleb’s fingers. Caleb hooks a finger under your underwear, toying with the fabric. Your hips jerk up, eager to rid yourself of the barrier your panties made.

Caleb leans down until his head was level with your thighs. His slacked jaw rested against your thigh, his facial hair scratching against the inside of your thighs. Each touch felt like heaven, and it only intensified when Caleb finally slipped off your panties. “Yer’ soaked doll, just for me.”

“Please, Caleb… touch me, please.” You were on the verge of begging, desperate to be touched. Caleb chuckles and places a kiss dangerously close to your folds. He litters kisses along your thighs before biting down on the soft, squishy flesh of your inner thigh. You yelp, your back arching as Caleb kissed the now red, marked spot on your thigh.

Satisfied with every little bruise and bite Caleb left on your thigh, he focuses his attention on your soaked cunt. His hot breath hitting your pussy had you panting, already so worked up and he had yet to even go down on you. He started with a kiss just above your clit, your legs wrap around him and trap him; not that he’d want to be freed anyways. You plead for Caleb to stop teasing, your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open in a silent scream when he finally licked a stripe up your folds and places a rough kiss on your clit.

“F-Fuck, Caleb! Yes!” The killer does not respond, instead he hums against your sex, sending a heavenly vibration straight to your core. Your thighs clench around his head, Caleb’s hands grabbing at your ass, his fingernails digging into your skin. Caleb sucks on your clit before swiping his tongue over your entrance, lapping at your juices like he hasn’t had a drink in weeks. You pinch at your nipples, rolling the sensitive buds between your fingers.

You look up just long enough to realize that Caleb was jerking his hips, rutting against the table. The sight was enough to have a familiar feeling begin to build in your abdomen. Caleb began to groan and pant against your pussy, fucking you with his tongue. You release your sensitive boobs and toss off Caleb’s hat, burying your hands in his messy grey hair. “Fuck- Oh my god, Caleb! I-I’m so close~!” Your words urge Caleb on, he speeds up the pace by adding a finger, his tongue now focusing on your clit as his index and middle finger gathered up your wetness and slid into your tight hole. He immediately set a sloppy, fast pace, and you swore you saw stars when Caleb curls his fingers and hits that sweet spot inside of you.

Caleb pulls away just long enough to tell you to cum. “Cum on my fucking fingers, you can do it.” You nod frantically, your mind so focused on cumming that you don’t notice Caleb begin to undo his pants. He couldn’t resist the urge to touch himself any longer, but he would at least make sure you came first. Your moans grew louder and louder until finally your back arches and with a loud scream of Caleb’s name you cum. Your cunt clenches around his fingers, his cock twitching as he imagines it buried deep within you instead of his fingers.

Caleb pulls away once you’ve come down from your high, licking your juices off of his fingers. You were panting, hands to your side, your hips slightly raised into the air. “I’ve already fucked y’ dumb and my cock ain’t even in ya yet.” Caleb chuckles as you shoot him a glare. Caleb steps back, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to watch him as he strips off his clothing. Almost the second Caleb’s member sprung free from the confines of underwear Caleb fisted his length, pumping it slowly. You watched precum drip from his tip as he stepped back towards you. His chest and arms had scars scattered all over them, some looked like they had come from his past life and some looked like a cruel punishment from the entity.

“Y’ ready, doll? I don’t think I can wait.” Back before the entity, Caleb rarely picked up women. Sex wasn’t a new subject to him by any means, but usually he would treat his lay with respect and make sure they came first. But now, Caleb needed this more than anything. You had always had Caleb’s attention, and now you have him.

“Yes, d-don’t hold back!” Caleb smirks. He didn’t intend to. He presses the tip of his cock against your entrance, and with little warning, he pushes into you and sets a fast pace. You were still a little sensitive from your previous orgasm, so every rough thrust of Caleb’s cock had you clawing for anything you could grab onto, your loud moans filling the saloon. Caleb cups your chin—much lighter compared to earlier, and tilts your head up until you were staring into his white eyes.

“Open your mouth.”

It was a simple command, one you follow eagerly. When your lips part, Caleb leans forward—which grants him an angle that had him fucking into you deeper, and gathers up some of his spit. Sensing what Caleb’s doing, you stick your tongue out, his saliva soon hitting the muscle. You swallow, and with a satisfied grunt Caleb lays your head back down.

“Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl.” Caleb pants, lowering himself to your level to plant kissed along your neck and jaw. With each thrust, Caleb grew sloppier, his dick pounding into you relentlessly with no real rhythm, yet the pleasure was so much that you could hardly form words.

“C-Ca- hah~ Ca-leb!” You call out for him, digging your nails into his back as you wrap your legs around his waist. Your hips jerk up, soon meeting Calebs thrusts. The sudden onset of pleasure left both you and Caleb moaning into each others ear. “M’ so close.” Caleb whispers. His eyes were screwed shut and his head buried into your neck. You could feel your orgasm building as well, this time much more intense than the last.

His climax quickly approaching, Caleb begins slamming into you, ignoring the hot pain in his knee as his hips slammed against yours—which in turn filled the saloon with the noises of skin slapping against skin and every sweet sound that left your mouth. “Shit, Y/n!”

What sent you over the edge was Caleb, who had reached his orgasm before you. He plunged deep within you and with a loud moan he emptied himself, the feeling of his cum filling your tight cunt enough to reach you to your peak for the second time.

Caleb continued to thrust into you, much slower now, until you had both come down from your highs. He pulls out of you, watching his cum drip from your entrance with a satisfied smirk.

“Well, you got what you wanted, doll.” Caleb pulls out a chair and sits in it, his cock still rock hard. “Now how about you return the favor?”

*******

I know… I took forever to publish this lol. Horses and school take up a shit-ton of time! It’s currently 12:16am, and I’m listening to classical music to motivate myself. So I hoped you enjoyed this, I know Caleb isn’t the most popular among DbD simps, so this is for that 1% who love him. Love ya!

#caleb quinn smut #dead by daylight #dbd smut #the deathslinger smut #the deathslinger #deathslinger #deathslinger dbd #smut #the things this man does to me #oh my lord please #im begging

[imzadi-caskett-huddy]

Hell Hath No Fury (16/?)

Okay, I know I said I would alternate updates between this story and It Started With a Kiss, but after the way I ended the last chapter, I really felt this one was calling to me more than the other one, so I’m going to update this one with this chapter, and then hopefully do It Started With a Kiss.

Thanks to everyone for the responses to the last chapter! I know everyone is concerned about our couple having their first fight, but…it was time. At this point they’ve been dating officially for about a month and a half or more…so the newness is still there but it’s not as much of a honeymoon period as it was. And both of them are passionate people. Plus Castle just canNOT help but say stupid things without thinking around her sometimes…and those things get him into trouble more often than not, lol.

Because a lot of people commented on Jim’s sense of humor (positively, might I add!), I want to point out my headcannon for where Beckett inherits certain qualities. Jim has always come off as a little more soft-spoken and level-headed…I think Kate gets her practicality from him. I think Kate gets her dry sense of humor and ability to throw rapid-fire banter, sometimes loaded with innuendo, back at Castle from her dad as well. But I think her tenacity, her fiery personality, her heart, her need to dig her heels in, and (most importantly for this chapter) her temper comes from her mom.

All that said, I still don’t own Castle.

xxxxx

Kate had given up on trying to sleep somewhere around 5. Instead, she had gotten up to shower; she looked through the door that led from the bathroom into the guest room and clenched her jaw when she saw Castle sleeping soundly and heard him snoring lightly. She closed the door louder than necessary and locked it to make sure he couldn’t get in. She was also intentionally louder than necessary as she showered and got herself ready for the day in the bathroom. She had stewed over his words and his decision to sleep in the guest room all night, and coupled with the fact that she hadn’t slept well, she was angrier with him now than she had been the night before.

By the time her dad joined her downstairs in the kitchen, it was 730, and she’d already had her first cup of coffee and was working on a crossword puzzle in pen. “Good morning, Katie,” he greeted, taking in his daughter’s appearance. The fact that she was already completely dressed and her hair was still air-drying despite the early hour was odd to him. His daughter was an early riser as an adult, he knew that…but he’d expected her to be lounging in bed with her boyfriend and not sitting fully dressed at the kitchen island doing a crossword puzzle. “I take it Rick doesn’t share your affinity for mornings?”

“Morning, Dad,” she looked up from her puzzle with a small smile. When he mentioned Castle, her jaw clenched slightly as she turned her attention back to the crossword she was working on.

“No,” she stated simply. “And I don’t care what he’s doing this morning.”

Jim raised an eyebrow slightly. He recognized that tone from his daughter; something had happened between the couple after he’d gone to bed, and she was still upset this morning. He wouldn’t press, though; if she wanted to talk about it, she would. “How about I make some breakfast?” he suggested instead with a smile.

“That would be great, thanks Dad.”

She had finished the crossword she was working on, and just as her dad was fixing his and Kate’s plate with bacon and eggs, Castle appeared from the guest room…which did not go unnoticed by the older man.

“Morning,” Castle mumbled, raking his hand over his face and through his hair. He moved toward Kate out of habit for a good morning kiss.

Before his lips could land on her, she simply slid off her seat on the stool and moved away from him toward the coffee machine without a word, earning a frown from Castle.

Jim watched this interaction silently. The whole thing reminded him so much of the way his wife had treated him when she was upset with him over something. “Good morning, Rick. There are plenty of eggs and bacon if you would like some breakfast,” he offered with a smile.

Castle watched as Kate made two cups of coffee, and then frowned when she kept one and handed the other to her father, completely ignoring his presence, before returning to her seat at the kitchen island with the plate her father had made for her. “Thanks,” he replied, clearly deflated now that he realized his girlfriend was every bit as mad at him now as she’d been the night before.

The older man fixed another plate and a cup of coffee, handing it to his daughter’s boyfriend with a sympathetic look. “So, Rick, do you have another Nikki Heat book coming out this fall?” Jim tried to start a conversation with the man.

“Uh…yeah. Heat Rises should hopefully be out in September or October. I’m waiting on my publisher to send me back the final edits for me to review. As long as I have them submitted by the deadline, the book should be released in September. Obviously, given the recent events, they are being unusually lenient with the deadline. But I’d like to have the edits done so the book can release as scheduled. Otherwise promotional travel for the book will probably extend closer to the holidays than I’d like.”

Jim nodded. “And you always travel to promote your book releases?”

“To some extent, yes,” Castle explained. “This is the third book in the series, so it’s not like the launch of a new series. Nikki Heat already has a dedicated group of fans, so there are some talk shows planned, some book signings. There will be a release party in the city, but there won’t be as much pomp and circumstance surrounding the release as there was when I launched the series with Heat Wave. And it won’t be a lengthy tour…at least in terms of me being gone for long periods at a time. Alexis will still be in school in the fall, and I won’t leave her for that long. So my publisher and publicist will work out a schedule to send me to several larger cities for a few days here and there over the course of a couple months, probably mostly on the weekends or for no more than a couple days at a time where I fly in to a city one day and fly back the next. It’s not necessarily ideal, but I insist on being there for my daughter, even if she is practically an adult.”

“That’s very commendable,” Jim nodded. “Katie told me that you’re a great father.”

Castle smiled at that. “What else did she tell you about me?” he asked, earning an eyeroll from Kate as she finished her breakfast silently.

“That you’re generous and kind. That you’re a good man. But with Katie, it’s also about what she didn’t say. Just the way she smiles when talking about you, that genuine smile of hers I haven’t seen in years…”

“Yeah, well that was before I remembered how much of a jackass he is,” Kate interrupted, carrying her dishes to the sink.

“Kate, can we talk about last night?” Castle finally sighed, gently taking her elbow.

The same fire from the previous night flashed in her eyes when he touched her, and she jerked her elbow away. “Don’t,” she said angrily.

“I’m sorry…” he tried.

She crossed her arms and gave him a glare. “For?”

“Uh…everything?”

She clenched her jaw and rolled her eyes, pushing past him to go toward her bedroom. He tried to grab her hand as she walked by only to have her spin on him and angrily shove her finger into his chest hard. “Don’t touch me,” she hissed angrily, her finger poking his chest once more for emphasis before spinning on her heel and walking to her bedroom, slamming the door.

Castle stared after her, gently rubbing the spot on his chest she had forcefully poked. Jim came up beside him and placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. When Castle started to head for

the room, Jim gripped his shoulder a little harder and shook his head. “You don’t want to talk to her when she’s that angry.”

Castle stopped and looked at the older man. “I don’t?”

Jim shook his head. “You don’t.” He gave the younger man a slight smile. “Take it from a man who’s been on the receiving end of that temper more times than I can count. Talking to her now will only make it worse. You’ve got to ride out the wave of anger first…let her get it out of her system. She’ll be ready to talk eventually.”

Castle studied the man. “Kate’s been that angry with you?”

“Nope. Her mother,” Jim told him with a chuckle. “Katie inherited her temper. So trust me, I know exactly what you’re going through right now. The first fight Jo and I had, she didn’t speak to me for almost a week.”

“What did you do?”

He smiled slightly at the memory. “I said something insensitive…that I didn’t even realize was insensitive at the time. But I said a lot of stupid things around her; it’s difficult to get your brain to function properly around a woman who drives you crazy.”

Castle sighed. “I know the feeling.”

“Once I figured it out, I tried to talk to her…only I ended up putting my foot in it even worse and pushing her buttons even more…which is why I’m stopping you from going into that bedroom right now. You go in there, you’re poking a hornet’s nest. She won’t hear anything you say; she’ll only give you enough rope to hang yourself. Take it from a man who hung himself a few too many times. Wait her out.”

“Patience is not one of my virtues,” Castle admitted, staring at the door as though it would make Kate reappear.

Jim chuckled. “You better figure out how to make it one in a relationship with Katie. Otherwise you’re going to be quite miserable, because I can promise you with her temper and strong willed personality, this will not be the last fight you two have…especially if you plan to go the distance with her,” he added the last part with a raised eyebrow, trying to get a read on the writer’s intentions toward his daughter.

Castle turned his attention from the door to the other man at that. “I love your daughter. I can assure you, this is not some casual fling with her. I’m in this,” he answered the man honestly.

“Then I suggest you learn patience. Loving Katie means playing a waiting game sometimes,” he smiled, giving Castle’s shoulder another squeeze.

Kate threw open the door to the bedroom and walked huffily toward the closet to grab her leather jacket. “I’m taking my bike out. Do you need me to pick up anything?”

The question was directed at her father, but Castle opened his mouth to make a reply. “No, Katie, we’re good. Enjoy your ride,” Jim quickly answered before the other man could get a word out. Once the bike engine roared to life outside, Jim gave Castle a smile. “Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll show you around the woods and to the lake. Nature is very calming.”

xxxxx

“You know, I asked Katie to bring you up here with her,” Jim told him as they walked toward the lake.

Castle studied the other man as they walked. “So she didn’t invite me just to invite me,” he nodded his realization.

Jim laughed softly. “No. I doubt she would have invited you without my suggestion. Katie doesn’t typically introduce me to a boyfriend this early into a relationship. I only met Josh a couple of times when he joined Katie for one of our lunches at the diner. But she doesn’t bring them along when she and I schedule time together here at the cabin. I’m honestly surprised she brought you, even with my suggestion,” he admitted. “So not only did she bring you around much sooner than she typically does, she brought you here. You’re obviously important to her.”

He let that information sink in. Kate didn’t bring boyfriends around her dad unless it was more serious. And even then, not to this extent. That spoke volumes to him about how she felt about him, and he felt even worse about making her upset. “Why did you ask Kate to invite me?” he asked curiously.

“I wanted to thank you for saving her life. You took a bullet for her, Rick. She would have been shot…or worse…if you hadn’t been there. You made sure I didn’t lose my only daughter. I’ll never be able to repay you for that,” Jim told him seriously.

Castle stopped walking to look at him seriously. "It's not necessary to thank me, or to repay me." He knew from a father’s perspective how Jim felt, because he knew how he would feel if it were Alexis. But he also was a man in love with the older man’s daughter. "I would do it again to save her,” he told him honestly. It was a fact he was pretty sure would be a hot-button topic between himself and Kate if and when they discussed it, but he absolutely would. “I’m her partner; I’m always going to have her back. And even if I weren’t…I love her. I would do anything…anything…to keep her safe. I would die for her.” That was another topic he felt would be a hot-button topic should it come up in a conversation with Kate. “But, uh…maybe don’t tell

her I said that last part?”

Jim nodded. “I think your recent actions speak for themselves, Rick. You don’t know how much that means to me to know how far you would go to keep her safe.” He smiled slightly then. “Don’t worry; your secret is safe with me. I won’t say a word to Katie about the last comment you made. But you know how smart Katie is…I’d be willing to bet she already knows how true that last statement of yours is. And I’d be willing to bet she returns the sentiment. However, that’s a conversation for the two of you to have with each other.”

Castle winced slightly at the thought of another, most likely more serious fight than the one they were currently in the middle of. “I think I’ll wait until she’s no longer so angry at me before bringing up another topic that will also have her anger directed at me,” he stated. He began walking down the path again. “Your daughter is the most remarkable, extraordinary woman I’ve ever met. But she’s also the most maddeningly frustrating woman I’ve ever met.”

“She’s exactly like her mother in that regard," Jim chuckled. "I was married to Jo for almost 25 years. We were friends for 3 years before we ever dated. And those are words I have always associated with my wife,” he told the man. “It takes a strong man to love a woman like that. A man who knows when to push her, when to support her, but also when to let her be herself and have her independence. From everything Katie has told me, I think you fit the bill, Rick. Just don’t let her push you away. Katie has a bad habit of running sometimes when someone gets too close. Keep showing up for her, and I think you two will be just fine.”

“I can do that. I will do that," Castle smiled. "She’s worth it." Because aside from being a father, being loved by Kate Beckett was the most amazing thing he’d ever experienced. He was going to make this work with her, no matter how often he pissed her off by saying or doing something stupid; he couldn’t imagine his life without her in it.

xxxxx

Kate didn’t return to the cabin until late that afternoon. When she did, Castle was relieved to see that she seemed a great deal calmer than when she had left, but he was heeding Jim’s earlier words about giving her space until she was ready to talk. His eyes followed her as she returned her jacket to the closet and moved through the cabin, giving her dad a hug and having a conversation with him in the kitchen about dinner plans before disappearing into the bedroom to change from her riding boots into a pair of more comfortable sneakers.

It was difficult, but Castle remained in his spot on the couch, feigning interest in the TV instead of rushing to her, but he managed. His eyes did meet hers for a few moments before she told her dad she’d be outside on the porch if he changed his mind and wanted help with dinner. She gave Castle another look before heading out the door.

When he didn’t move from his spot and only stared at the door after her, Jim gave a chuckle.

“Son, that look was your cue to go talk to her,” he said from his spot in the kitchen as he started preparing dinner.

Castle was off the couch in an instant now that he had seemingly been granted permission to talk to her and try to make this right. He went outside quietly, smiling as he watched her leaning against the railing of the porch. “Can we talk?” he asked cautiously, his voice soft and uncertain; it was possible she’d still shut him down, he knew.

“Depends on what you want to talk about,” she stated simply, her eyes trained on the view of nature in front of her.

Her voice was level and calm, so Castle took this as a positive sign that he could continue. “I’m sorry about last night, Kate,” he told her as he moved to lean against the porch railing next to her. “I’m sorry I was hesitant to touch you.”

“That’s not what I was so angry about,” she told him, turning to look at him.

“It’s not?” he asked. Seeing the look in her eyes, he quickly continued. “It’s not.” He thought back over everything he’d said, when exactly she’d gotten so angry. “I’m sorry I implied that your feelings or hesitancy about intimacy around my family are or should be different from mine around your father,” he tried again. When she didn’t stop him, he figured he was pretty close, so he continued. “Or that there is a double standard for us…because there isn’t. And that’s not what I meant.”

“What did you mean?” she asked him.

He was quiet for a moment, resting his forearms against the railing. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I was kind of…not myself yesterday. From the moment your dad walked in on us, I…I just…I couldn’t seem to say anything right or think clearly…” he trailed off with a shrug. “I’m a father too…and I just thought if the situation were reversed, and it were Alexis…I know how and what I’d be feeling and thinking, and I just kind of…freaked out,” he looking at her with a small, apologetic smile.

“Ya think?” she arched an eyebrow.

“It wasn’t one of my finer days.”

“No, it wasn’t,” she agreed with him. She was quiet for a few moments before continuing. “It kind of felt like a slap in the face when you said being around your family was different than being around mine…like my feelings didn’t matter, or that our families are different,” she admitted softly.

He reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. “Kate…your feelings matter. I’m sorry that it came out the way it did, and I know it’s a poor excuse, but I still wasn’t thinking clearly last night. I never meant to hurt you or upset you. And I never meant to imply that our families are different. For the record, if it had happened at the Hamptons and been my mother or Alexis who had walked in on us in that position yesterday, we wouldn’t have been doing anything sexual either,” he tried to explain. “It was the way we were caught…it didn’t matter who caught us. My reaction would have been the same. And I’m sorry I made you think otherwise. I promise…there is no double standard, and no difference between our families,” he assured her. “How you feel matters to me. You should expect the same behavior from me no matter who we’re around.”

She gave him a small smile then. “I’m sorry it seemed like I was trying to seduce you last night; I was just trying to get you to relax, and touching you usually relaxes you,” she apologized.

“I don’t think anything was going to get me to relax last night,” Castle admitted with a chuckle.

“And I’m sorry I got so angry. I didn’t sleep much last night…I was too upset. And this morning when I saw how peacefully you were sleeping, even snoring…it only made me more angry. I’m sorry I kind of kicked you out to the guest room,” she wrinkled her nose up slightly as she apologized.

He returned her smile. “Does that mean I’m allowed back in your bedroom tonight?”

“As long as you don’t say anything else to piss me off,” she agreed. “Look, getting caught was both our faults. Just because I didn’t think my dad would show up early didn’t mean it was out of the realm of possibility. I should have never let you convince me to have sex in the kitchen,” she admitted. “But it really was a freak occurrence. And yeah…it was awkward. But my dad and I have moved past it…and nothing we do in front of him now will ever compare to what he saw, so can you please just try to relax around him?”

He chuckled softly. “I think I’ve been pretty relaxed around your dad all day. It’s you I’ve been tense around.”

She studied him for a moment. “You’re sure? My dad isn’t making you nervous?”

“On the contrary. He’s actually given me a few tips into dealing with this little temper of yours,” he chuckled. “And a few other insights about you,” he added with a grin.

“Oh God…what exactly did he tell you about me?” she asked, wondering just what information Castle now knew about her that she might have wanted to keep hidden to avoid embarassment.

“Just the fact that I’m apparently dating a model…” he teased with a slow grin.

Kate hid her face in her hands as it turned red. “He didn’t…”

“He did. He even showed me pictures…”

She grimaced. “I’m going to kill him.”

Castle laughed softly, shaking his head. “Don’t be too hard on him. He was trying to cheer me up. And he said my actions saving your life earned me a little glimpse into your past. But that’s all he told me, I swear. Everything else he hinted at, I pretty much already knew.”

She took a deep breath and sighed before wrapping her arms around him and resting her head against his chest. “I’m sorry I was gone for so long. I just needed to calm down and clear my head. Riding does that for me.”

He smiled, his arms wrapping around her tightly as his chin rested on top of her head. “That’s pretty much what he told me. He told me how much like your mom you are, especially when you get mad,” he told her softly.

She smiled a little and looked up at him. “He talked to you about my mom?”

Castle nodded. “A little bit, yeah…when comparing the two of you.”

“He really likes you, Castle…” she told him softly. “He never talks to anyone about her anymore, except for me.” She wanted him to know how important that was, how special that was.

He grinned at that. “I’m honored. But I’m sure it has more to do with the fact that I made no secret how completely in love with his daughter I am,” he told her. “Even when she’s pissed at me.”

She rolled her eyes and raised up on her toes to kiss him softly. “Yeah, well his daughter is completely in love with you too…even when she’s pissed at you.”

He smiled and kissed her slowly then, his fingers gently brushing along the soft skin just underneath the hem of her shirt when she deepened the kiss, pulling him closer against her.

The door opened, then, and Jim appeared. “Dinner’s ready whenever you two are finished making up,” he said in an amused tone.

The two lovers broke apart at the sound of his voice, but kept their arms around each other, Kate hiding a giggle in Castle’s chest. “We’ll be right in, Dad.”

Once the door shut, Castle did release a soft laugh. “You know, I honestly used to think it was

just my mother who had horrible timing. But I’m realizing that it must actually be a parent thing.”

She laughed and pressed one last soft kiss to his lips before pulling out of his arms. “Come on, before he starts flashing the porchlight,” she told him, tugging him inside the cabin after her.

xxxxx

I know this was a little longer, but I really wanted to put the make-up scene in this chapter and show that Castle was finally able to relax a little so that they can enjoy the rest of the time here at the cabin, hopefully.

As always, I look forward to all your comments, and really appreciate them! I love logging in and reading them all!

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[bokettochild]

Last one. How did you decide on these?

Legend was both easier and harder, depending on when he woke. If it was the middle of the night the teen usually launched into full panic, scanning their group for whatever injury he might have seen in his visions. The three of them all had different types of visions they’d discovered: Sky saw what was to come, in full, Legend would find himself in the body of another person and live through what was to come or what they currently were dealing with; everything from experiencing a particularly shoddy kidnapping attempt that Fable faced, to once living through getting blown up before Wild had even suggested setting bombs, and Time experienced the world through flashes, through glimpses of what was to come based on the actions of others.

Ah, this is an old one!

In LoZ cannon, there are three heroes who experience prophetic dreams of any sort: Time, Sky and Legend. Legend's are, in part, because of Fable's telepathy, but the fact remains that he still saw her in the dungeon as it was happening.

I didn't want all of them to have the same sort of prophetic dreams, especially all at the same time, because it makes for less interesting story telling if everyone is equally in the know about things, so I looked at the sort of prophetic dreams they have in canon and made up my mind using that.

Sky's dreams in SkSw reveal Demise and coming troubles to him. So, I determined that his visions are often unclear and vague, and usually focus on things that haven't happened yet and are still yet to happen. I think because his vision in SkSw is clearer than some of, say, Time's that it would make sense if he could see a more complete or complex vision.

Time's visions are more flashes and spurts. OoT shows us that he has visions, but they're not easy for him to understand on his own, or else until the thing has already come to pass. I figured it would be best to preserve this by giving him more intense feelings, images and inclinations that lead to increased worry and wariness, rather than letting him know for certain what's to happen. I displayed this a bit more in A Hero Protects His Own when Time has a very vague vision consisting of a bleeding and broken Legend and a shattered Master Sword (I called it before it ever happened in ToTK lol). He doesn't have any idea what leads to the thing so much as he just knows it. Even if he can't understand it. Additionally, Time's visions are prone to change. Unlike Sky ad Legend who just have visions of things that will happen, Time messed with time enough that his visions are more like brief flashes of the future, but from many different realities. Time's visions are triggered by specific actions or things he sees/hears/witnesses, and whatever force grants them these visions shows him the most likely thing to happen as a result of those actions. It can change and isn't set in stone, unlike the other two, but changing the course for things requires being able to identify the cause of the string of events or else directly intercede to prevent them, as I did in the fic you took this passage from (Under Pressure, Whumptober 2021).

Legend's visions were a bit tricky because I didn't want him to know everything like Sky, but I also know it would destroy him if he had vague inclinations of ill fate hanging over him at all times like Time. I chose to instead use the fact that he briefly experiences/sees/hears Zelda's imprisonment in ALttP as my basis for how his premonitions work. Legend has to experience things firsthand as they're going to happen to someone. This is partly caused because he's far more sensitive to dream magic than the others, and partially because he's something of an empath (he's noted to have a pure and caring heart a lot in the games and mangas, and shows great pain on behalf of others as well). He doesn't necessarily know what's happening or why, but he gets to see it through the eyes of the affected individual, seeing the full picture in all of it's emotion and insanity in something of a balance between Time's and Sky's visions; he gets the full brunt of emotion, but clear and full images. His visions don't usually come with a lot of time between them and what is actually going to happen however, if any time at all, and it's more that they serve as a way for him to better understand things that are currently happening than things that are going to happen.

I hope this grants you some more clarity! Thanks for choosing this passage, it's bee a it since I've thought about it!

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[dandylovesturtles]

OKAY sorry to send two asks in a row (and sorry to send a picture instead of copy and paste, my c&p isnt working well for some reason?) but this part is. Also my favourite.

Haha no worries!

AH YES the Brains and Brawn floor cuddles + Leo Rejection Part 2: Electric Boogaloo. I'm sensing a theme with these asks lol.

"Donnie!" Raph hurried over, reaching out for him.

"Raph, I don't think that's-"

He put his hand on Donnie's shoulder, and Leo watched as Donnie sagged into the touch. Raph knelt, getting in close, and Donnie slumped so he was resting his head on Raph's plastron.

"I gotcha, Donnie," said Raph softly, stroking his arm. "You're good, you're good. Just breathe."

Donnie hasn't been okay this whole fic, but he's especially not okay right now. And with everything going on, Raph and Donnie haven't really had time to work out that big blowout fight that happened between them. Sure, Leo bullied them into apologizing, and they both meant what they said. But they still haven't really had a time to fully work through what happened with just them, without meddling from Leo and Mikey.

Donnie's dealing with a mix of guilt and the leftover adrenaline of "I almost committed murder for real" and he needs help right now. Donnie seems to distance himself from Raph's babying more than the others, but at the end of the day that's still his big brother, and Donnie is still going to go to him when he needs just the right brand of comforting that only his big bro can provide.

After everything is over, Raph and Donnie are definitely going to take some time to properly mend their relationship back up. Not that it was ever truly broken, of course, but they need to have a real talk. But this is the first real overture between them: Raph will always be there when one of his little brothers is in trouble, and Donnie having the trust to let Raph in when he's this vulnerable is a big deal.

tl;dr it was really important to me that Raph be the one to comfort Donnie here. Too bad we don't actually get to know what they said because Leo didn't eavesdrop on their conversation haha

Leo stood stock still, watching his brothers cuddle on the medbay floor. Okay, so not all touch is bad. Just me.

But of course Leo is not in his brother's head and he doesn't know what all Donnie is thinking right now. And normally he might be clear-eyed about his brothers' various ways to know this isn't really a rejection of him, but he's been through so much that his brain isn't quite firing on all cylinders. He's making everything about himself again, which I don't mean as a criticism of him (he is really really not alright right now), just a fact.

Sometimes we hurt people without meaning to and it's not anyone's fault but that doesn't stop it from hurting.

It felt like the stab of a white hot knife.

I use this phrase way too often lol it makes me cringe seeing it here. This is why you get yourselves a beta, kids. Don't be like me.

"I'm gonna go..." Leo stopped, swallowed hard to banish the tremble in his voice. "I'm gonna check for any more damage to the lair."

Raph looked in the direction of his voice. "Wait, Leo-"

"I'll be right back," he promised, and was out of there before Raph could say anything more.

Run! Run from the bad feelings!

Poor Raph, he knows Leo isn't okay either but he can't just leave Donnie in the floor and it's not like he can clone himself! (Okay he can kinda clone himself but not in the way Leo needs right now, haha.) It'd be helpful if Mikey was here but Mikey is not. Cowabummer.

Leo does want Raph to stay and help Donnie. He knows Donnie needs that right now. And it's not like he even really needs to be the comforter over Raph; if Donnie hadn't pulled away from his touch earlier then he wouldn't be as upset by this now. But he's definitely feeling singled out right now.

Thanks for the ask!

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I really like the MC and OC questions. I'd like to take this opportunity to ask you a few about yours : Relationships & Personality :2. Concept and design :2. Demon :3: Human :3. And also (if you like, it's not in the questions but it intrigues me): what is their favourite food? -^^

Hello there, ^^ anon!

Relationships & Personality 02: On a scale of 1 to 10, how annoying are they to Lucifer? :)

I'm gonna give Arsenios an average score of about an 8. Normally Arsenios avoids Lucifer because he knows he's gonna get annoyed lol. He doesn't want to start trouble. But if he actually talks to Lucifer, it shoots up to like the max. So averaging it out I'm going with eight.

Ciaran is always a 10. Ciaran doesn't like Lucifer very much for quite a while. They eventually come around, but even then, they are a troublemaker at heart. They are actively contributing to Lucifer's grey hairs and most of the time it isn't even on purpose.

Concept and design 02: What inspired you to create them, and what is the first thing you decided about them?

Arsenios was based on the concept of the crossroads demon, but specifically the idea that musicians will sell their soul in exchange for musical talent. I was just thinking about more traditional demon stories and how they might fit into the world of OM. So the first thing I decided about him were his powers and that part of his history.

The only thing that inspired me to create Ciaran was the need for an MC lol. I actually went through a few different iterations before finally settling on who they are now. They had different names and slightly different looks and personalities. Their backstory has always been somewhat the same except that the amount of siblings they had changed drastically. Like at one point, they had four siblings. But anyway, I think the first thing I decided about Ciaran was their name. It's a name I've always liked. So I basically went okay, my MC's name is Ciaran, now who are they? And then I took bits and pieces of everything I'd written so far and that's how Ciaran came to be lol.

Demon 03: Do they have any special abilities?

I answered this here! And rambled quite a bit, too lol. But I will add something about the way Arrie makes pacts - obviously the whole point is to give humans musical talent. So instead of just raw power, Arsenios is essentially giving the human he has a pact with knowledge and ability. He's passing on his own skill at playing an instrument to that human. He can still be controlled through the pact like any other demon, so I think he could give the human raw power if they demanded it. But that's not usually the point and most humans who make a pact with him are doing it for the talent.

Human 03: Did they believe in demons and angels before the exchange program? Did they have any contact with the paranormal before it?

Ciaran tries not to think about these things at all. They were perfectly happy not believing in such things and now they want to enjoy the ride of being an exchange student in the Devildom without having a religious crisis at the same time lol. Ciaran's mother is a devout Catholic and Ciaran was raised with that belief system. So for a time, they believed in all that stuff. But as they grew older, they began to question and eventually left the church altogether. So they very much stopped believing. After that, they didn't really have an opinion. If you asked them about what they believed, they would say they didn't know. They would say that they think it's more important to focus on the now, on the life you're currently living, than to worry about what might happen in the afterlife. They're too busy living to worry about it. (This all changes dramatically in the AU where they're half fae, but let us not get into that lol.)

I don't think Ciaran has had any paranormal contact previously. They're pretty thrilled about magic existing because it's something they liked to believe in (in a non religious way). But if they had ever encountered anything like that in their life, they were unaware of it at the time.

what is their favourite food?

Arsenios's favorite food is macarons! It's kinda silly, but he's friends with Barbatos and has been for a while. So Barb invites him over to the castle for tea parties and such. And that's where Arrie first encounters a macaron. He's amazed when he picks one up and it's super light. And forever after that, they were his favorite. Arsenios is a good cook, but he's terrible at baking. So I think he sees them as really special in that sense, too.

Ciaran's favorite food is a roast beef and provolone sandwich on sourdough bread. Specifically bread baked by their older sister. Even better if there's also pepperoncinis on it. Their sister Fiadh owns her own bakery and she's been baking since they were little kids. She's been making sandwiches for Ciaran for so many years, it's like a comfort food for them now.

Woo well this has gotten long! Thank you so much for asking! I'm having so much fun answering these!

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