#i love moons pink night cap

[princessbrunette]

easter at the chateau was pretty non existent. atleast until bunny!reader came along.

they’d heard you before they saw you, the sweetest thing clad in white — bunny ears flopping atop your head and basket rumbling in your hand as you run across the dry grass, attracting attention of the two males on the porch.

“happy easter!” you squeal, diving into jj’s arms and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“jesus girlie, you got a rocket up your ass or what?” he pats your butt, his own smile unable to be hidden, always happy to see you. you jump down, straightening out your skirt.

“hi sweetheart.” john b seems less alarmed, arms crossed as he leans against the front door hinge. “uh, what’chu got there?”

“your first clue!” you pant, still out of breath from your eccentric entrance. you reach into the otherwise nearly empty basket, merely there for appearances and pull out a neatly folded pastel pink card, handing it to john b.

“clue?” he frowns, opening it up as jj wanders curiously over to his side.

“you guys are always chasing treasure so i decided to make you guys a little easter hunt!” you grin, eyes glimmering hopefully at the two. jj points his finger at you.

“now that? that is adorable. can this little hunt maybe like, wait until i’ve had some breakfast? or—”

“you have to do it now!” your voice cracks, looking devastated at his lack of enthusiasm.

“—you know what now is the perfect time for a hunt, actually so— that’s perfect, yeah—”

john b is smiling down at the card, reading the rhyming clue you’d scrawled in pretty little curlicue. it was terribly easy, but incredibly sweet. the brunette touches his chest with a genuine smile, looking back up at you.

“healing my inner child right now, y’know that?”

his blonde best friend snatches the card, adjusting his pants with the other hand as he reads over it. “when’d you have time to hide all these clues around anyway?”

“last night! when you guys were sleeping.” comes your simple smile, fiddling with the lace trim of your mini skirt. they look at you, and then eachother before shrugging.

“yeah, checks out.”

you follow them around, giggling on their tails as they pretend to struggle with your clues. when they arrive at the last card, you scramble away— waiting for them in the bedroom where the hunt ends, shedding your clothes to reveal a frilly white lingerie set, and presenting a carrot cake you’d baked just for them.

when they bust in casually, you’re stood with a grin — stopping them in their tracks. john b’s eyebrows jump up as his gaze rakes over you and jj is quick to fix his cap, licking his lips. “woah—”

“tada! s’me! i’m the prize!” you can barely contain your excitement. small kitten heels with the fluffy ball at the toe tip tapping against the wooden floors. john b is the first to break into a grin, closing in on you.

“you know, i had my suspicions that might be the case, but i didn’t wanna presume…” his voice is warm and deep and you’re already biting your glossy lip, gazing up at him like he hung the moon and stars as he strokes the skin around your waist.

“wow, really guys? on such a holy day?” jj sarks with faux disapproval as if he isn’t actively working his belt off his shorts. you thump your foot lightly.

“guys! you have to try the carrot cake first. worked hard on it.” you’re pouting, fluttering spiky black lashes up at your boyfriends as the darker haired of the two twiddles with the white fluffy bunny ears you’d secured to the top of your head.

“yeah screw that.” jj scoffs. you furrow your eyebrows, john b shooting him a look. “oh you know i love your baking babydoll but right now i got my mind on eatin’ one thing and one thing only.” he approaches with a charming smile, dropping a kiss to your lips as john b works your panties down your legs.

“pussy?” the brunette tilts his head.

“yep, pussy. definitely pussy.”

#happy easter! ୨ৎ #jj x reader x john b

[fettuccin-e]

As Long As I Want

so yeah i may have not posted a fic in two months and WHATABOUTIT no i'm kidding i'm really sorry for the little hiatus!! my pedro pascal obsession circa 2021 has relapsed and i'm terribly sorry lol so yeah pls enjoy this short little fic that is only about sucking frankie's dick

Tags: Frankie "Catfish" Morales x Reader, fem!reader, oral (m!recieving), size kink, deep throating, this is so nasty lol (w/c: 1.5K)

Francisco Morales is a pretty unassuming man. He’s tall and lumbering, but his patchy beard and ever-present baseball cap allow him to sink into the background of most things, which is exactly where he likes to be. He isn’t a standout, he knows that, and he’s plenty content with it. As long as you love him, he’s just fine.

And you do, god, you love him. You try to tell him constantly, try to express how fucking hot you find him, even if he shrugs you off with a shy chuckle and a blush on his scruffy cheeks. With his pretty dark eyes and soft hair, how he towers over you and how his broad chest presses against your back when he hugs you from behind, and when he fucks you from behind. Frankie is, by far, the sexiest man you’ve ever seen, and somehow, he’s yours.

And, as unassuming as he is, Frankie also has the fattest, biggest cock you’ve ever seen.

He hides it behind baggy jeans and boxers, but you pride yourself on being very, very familiar with it. It took the first six months of your relationship to take it all the way into your cunt, the thickness of it stretching you till you thought you were bound to break, the length of it bullying so deep you thought you would feel it in your fucking throat. Even now, four years later, you still need to be prepared thoroughly before taking Frankie, a process that he takes great joy in.

Frankie will spend hours between your thighs, sucking at your clit and fucking you open on his calloused fingers until you’re sobbing and shaking. He loves to pull your thighs apart when you try to close them, keeping you wide open and dripping for him. You beg for him to fuck you, that you’re ready, but Frankie also loves to ignore you, content to keep lapping at your twitching cunt, murmuring a, “quiet, princesa, I’m working.” You want to strangle him. 

You also love him so much that it hurts sometimes. 

He’s perfect, everything is perfect, except for the fact that, although he’ll spend an entire night eating your pussy like a man starved, he won’t let you return the favor. You can count the amount of times in four years that Francisco Morales has let you suck his cock on one hand, and you wouldn’t even use all of your fingers. Whenever you’re between his legs, working him between your lips, inch by thick inch, he always wrenches you off him with a grip in your hair, before he bends you over and fucks you until your pussy is gaping and your brain is mush.

But you know you’ve got him this time. His hands are bound with a silky scarf around the head board, the pinkness of his blush spreading down to his chest as he watches you with heavy eyes.

“Princesa, please, just- you can sit on my face, yeah? And do what you want to me, but baby, I just gotta...I gotta make you feel good, please?” he grunts with that deep voice of his, raspy and needy.

You kiss him softly as a reply, brushing a hand through his soft curls. “Frankie,” you whisper. “I want to suck your cock today. I told you that, baby, didn’t I?” Frankie nods tentatively. You grin at the way his lips part, big eyes watching you like you’ve hung the moon and stars, just for him. “Then you’re going to shut up and let me suck you as long as I want, you got that?”

Frankie nods again, and nearly whines when you pull away from his face, brushing your lips down, down. You lick over the softness of his stomach, around where his cock, throbbing and red and dripping, lays against it. You avoid sucking the sticky tip into your mouth right away, instead moving lower to bite at his quivering thighs. You can hear Frankie’s breaths growing louder, desperate for your touch. 

“Please, mi vida,” he whimpers, hips bucking up ever so slightly. His cheeks burn at the sound of his own desperation, but when you smile at him, almost shyly, at his words, it almost becomes worth it.

“Okay, Frankie,” you whisper, and he gasps when you move back up his body, ever so slightly, to lick hungrily over the length of his cock, moaning at the taste.

He groans deep in his throat at the feeling of your hot tongue trailing over the veins and crevices of him, memorizing every thick, throbbing inch. You make your way up until you reach the tip, and, with one final glance at Frankie, his pupils blown wide as he meets your gaze, you close your plush lips around the tip.

Frankie’s back arches, just a bit, off the bed when you suck hard on the tip of his cock, tongue dipping into the slit as you swallow everything he has to give. “Ah- oh God, oh God, por favor, baby,” he whines, not even knowing what he’s begging for from you.

But you know, you always know. 

You can’t exactly smile around Frankie’s cock, not with your mouth stretched as wide as it is around the girth of him, but it’s a near thing. You slide down the length of him, tongue running along every new inch you let into your pretty mouth, watching as Frankie’s eyes roll into the back of his head, soft stomach heaving with every labored breath.

You brace yourself with your nails digging into his thighs as you push down even further, the tip of him finally budging into the back of your throat, and though you try to swallow around it, you can’t help but gag a little.

Frankie’s eyes snap open at the feeling and sound, his body going suddenly still. “Baby, do you need to stop? Fuck, you can stop if it’s too much, we can just-” You shake your head gently, not daring to slide him out of your mouth just yet. “Okay, okay, mi vida,” he breathes. “Just, please, I don’t want to hurt you.”

You could never, you want to say, but your mouth is far too preoccupied. Instead, you push just a little further, shoving him just another inch into your drooling mouth.

Frankie never lets you do this, never lets you have your fill, and you’re drunk off the taste of him, eyes rolling into the back of your head at the tip lodges in the back of your throat. And even as it does, even as his fat cockhead makes you choke, you keep sinking down.

He slides deep into the length of your throat, forcing you to breathe through your nose. Your eyes are watering at the stretch of him, your nails digging little indents into his hairy thighs. You fucking love it.

Frankie loves it too, evidently. With every inch, he whines, crying your name in stuttered gasps. You just keep moving, bobbing your head up and down just slightly to get more and more of him in, until you finally, finally, reach the thick base of his cock, the wiry hairs tickling your nose.

“Oh God, fuck princesa, you’re so perfect. Shit, your mouth is so good, you- you’re so good to me, baby, oh fuck, no one’s ever gotten this far, I-I-” he gasps, head thrown back and eyes clenched shut.

Oh. Your head feels like it’s underwater, delirious with the fact that you’re the only one to ever do this for Frankie. The only one that can do this for him.

You gaze up at him, entranced by his sweat-slicked, heaving body, pretty and needy. He blinks his eyes open, looking down at you when you stop moving, utterly still with his cock buried deep inside your throat. You, all pretty with your cheeks flushed and eyes watery, lips stretched wide and sticky and utterly obscene. You gaze back, your stare unrelenting, and suddenly swallow hard around the entire length of him.

Frankie nearly screams at the feeling, completely unreal and new. “Ah- ah!”

And you just keep doing it, bobbing slightly while you milk him with your hot, wet throat. Overwhelmed tears are leaking down Frankie’s face, his hips hitching up just barely to meet the minute movements of your head.

“I- Princesa, I’m gonna- I can’t hold it, ‘m sorry, can’t- it’s so good, too good mi vida, I-”

Frankie tries to pull his hips back, but you hold yourself onto him, keeping him buried within you as he spills hot, sticky cum down your throat.

You keep sucking him, milking him as the last dregs of his orgasm die away, before finally pulling yourself off him.

“Good?” you whisper, you voice sounding raspy and fucking used.

Frankie’s eyes widen in shock. “Good? Holy fucking shit, baby,” he mutters, head thrown back to look up at the ceiling, as if to ask God is she being fucking serious right now?

“You untie me, right fucking now, princesa. I’ll show you how ‘good’ that was. Until you pass the fuck out.”

#i wanna suck his dick SO BAD #ill give him the sloppiest head of his life i stg #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales smut #francisco morales #frankie catfish morales #frankie x reader #triple frontier smut #triple frontier x reader #triple frontier x you

[im-a-marvel-ous-hoe]

Daddy’s Favorite Story | Bucky Barnes (3rd Day of 🎄)

(Credits to the owner of this pic!)

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“Daddy, can you please read me one more story?” I heard Grace’s voice on the other side of her bedroom door. I held a laundry basket in my hands, almost finished with the household chores for the day. I was about to walk in to ask our 5 year old if she needed anything from mommy before I stopped myself once I realized her dad was in the room.

I smiled to myself at the thought of her and Bucky bonding before she went to sleep. Placing the basket on the floor, my right reached out for the doorknob to take a peek at the loves of my life. Bucky was sat down on her bed, she was lying down with a small pile of her stuffed animals around her. She held onto a goat stuffed animal she got from her uncle Steve for her birthday earlier this year.

“You said that two books ago!” Bucky laughed as she sat up in her bed, getting ready to fight to get her way. “But – But this one is the last one! I promise!” She clasped her little fingers together and looked up at her father, giving him the best puppy dog eyes she could muster. Her blue eyes meeting his own as he tried to resist giving in.

“No, sweetheart, don’t do this to me!” She pouted her lips as he covered his face with his hand. The amount of love he has for his daughter will obviously make it difficult for him to say no to her. “Pleeaassee?” He peeked at her through his fingers and chuckled to himself. “Arghh… fine. You win.” She giggled and got settled into her bed, bringing her blanket closer to her and she watched her father in awe.

“Okay, one more story and you promise me that you’ll go to sleep after this, okay?” He raised an eyebrow as she nodded enthusiastically. I crossed my arms over my chest as I leaned against the doorframe, watching this all play out in front of me. He looked through her small bookshelf and picked one up, inspecting it. He turned to look at her and smiled, tapping onto the cover of the book. “This one is a classic, sweetheart. It’s one of daddy’s favorites.” He opened the book in his hands, cleared his throat and began reading.

“‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house.

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.”

Bucky made sure to lean in and show her the pictures. Her little eyes scanned the pages as she held onto her goat stuffie closer to her. I softly smiled to myself, thinking about how lucky I am to have found someone like Bucky to share the rest of my life with. To live a quiet domestic life with.

“The children were nestled, all snug in their beds.”

He leaned in and tickled her stomach as her laughter filled the room. Her cheeks tinted pink as he continued reading her a story for bedtime.

“While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.

And momma in her ‘kerchief and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out in the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.”

He stood up abruptly and spread his arms out as Grace watched him with anticipation. He walked over to her window and brushed her curtains to sway them back and forth to give as much visual effects as possible.

“Away to the window flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But a miniature sleigh with eight tiny reindeer.”

He quickly looked around her room for a reindeer stuffie, but all he could see was her goat. He grabbed it and made it look as if it was flying. “Daddy, that’s not a reindeer!” Grace laughed. “Whaaattt? No, it totally is!”

“No he’s not!” He bowed his head for a moment and looked up, smiled at her. “Well, let’s just pretend baby, okay?” She giggled and nodded her head.

“With a little old driver so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!”

I couldn’t help but think of how he’s such an amazing father. He’s going all out as best as he can just to make her night. To think we were both so scared to become parents is crazy to me. I don’t know what we were so scared of. Since Grace came into our lives, it’s been nothing but bliss. I can’t imagine our lives without her and I can’t imagine not doing this with Bucky.

“To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!

Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!’

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.

So up to the housetop the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.”

Bucky grabbed her goat and pranced it on her bed, making it look like it was walking closer and closer to her. She smiled as Bucky continued to read the next part of the story.

“As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.”

He cleared his throat as his voice pitched a little higher than usual as he spoke.

“His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face and a little round belly

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.”

He walked towards her closet and quickly rummaged through it until he found what he was looking for. He came out with her white scarf wrapped around his mouth to imitate a white beard. Walking back towards his daughter, he reached for her pillow. “Excuse me sweetheart.” She giggled and sat up as she watched him stuff the pillow in his shirt and placed his hands on his belly, letting out a deep laugh. “Ho! Ho! Ho!” Grace burst out laughing as she watched her daddy pretend to be Santa Claus. I brought my hand to my mouth to try to stifle a laugh as I watched him in amusement.

“He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.”

He leaned in and pinched her nose, smiling as she let out a giggle. Her eyes gleaming with admiration towards her father.

“And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight —

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

She cheered at the end of the story as Bucky placed the book down on her bedside table. He laughed and took the pillow out from his shirt and placed it comfortably behind her head. “Did you enjoy the story?” She nodded and yelled out a big “yes!” He slid off her scarf and placed it next to the book.

He leaned in and placed a kiss on the top of her head. “I’m glad you liked it sweetheart.” He brushed a hair away from her face and smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too daddy. Thank you for reading me a story.”

He chuckled and nodded. “You’re welcome. Now, it’s time to head to bed! It’s late.” He tucked her into bed, placed one last kiss on her forehead and bid her goodnight. He made his way to the door and saw me standing there. “That was a lovely story.” I stated as his face turned a light shade of pink. “Yeah well..” He closed Grace’s door behind him and looked up at me. “How much did you hear?”

“Oh, not much… only all of it.” I smiled at him as he turned to look away in embarrassment. “Oh God.. so, did you see..?” I nodded as he covered his face with his hands. “I especially liked the part where you pretend to be Santa. That was a nice touch.”

“Hey, I was just trying to give her visuals. What I did was amazing.” He embraced me from behind and placed his hands on my stomach, rubbing small circles. “Of course it was amazing! I’m not saying it wasn’t.” He placed a soft kiss on my cheek as I placed my hands on top of his. We stood there, enjoying the silence between us for we don’t get much of that nowadays. I closed my eyes for a moment and softly smiled. We both sighed in content.

“She’ll be here in a few months.” I quietly spoke as he hummed, his hand not leaving the small bump in my belly. “I can’t wait to meet her.”

“Maybe you could do what you did for Grace tonight again when she gets here.” I chuckled. “It could become a Christmas family tradition.” He chuckled as I pulled back so I could turn to look at him. “I’ll think about it.” He leaned down and placed a kiss upon my lips before pulling away and bending down to grab the laundry basket.

“Head on up to the couch, doll. I’ll finish cleaning up. You just relax and get a movie ready for us to watch, okay?” I nodded my head as we both made our way to the living room.

“Y/N?”

I turned to look at him, my hand instinctively going towards my belly. “Yeah?” He just smiled at me, the kind of smile that could make anyone weak in the knees.

“I love you.” I couldn’t help the blush that rushed to my cheeks. How is it that he’s still able to do that to me? I will never know. I smiled back at him.

“I love you more.”

He scrunched his nose and chuckled. “I think that’s up for debate.” He bit his lip, trying to hide his smile as he turned away to go finish cleaning up the house. Soon our household will go from 3 to 4 and who else knows how bigger it’ll get after that. I’m not worried though, because I’ve got the best partner to do this with. Nothing could be better than this.

I can’t wait for our family to grow.

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky imagine #bucky fic #bucky x reader #marvel christmas #marvel Christmas Masterlist #‘twas the night before Christmas #i havent written in so long #please go easy on me #🎄✨🎄✨

[sunilys2]

"THE PROPHECY" Kim Sunoo [ Chapter 2 ]

Materlist

Pairing: cursed!Sunoo × godness!reader

Synopsis: On a birthbed, a second-born baby of the cis male gender is cursed according to his village's beliefs. A pact is made by his parents in search of prosperity and glory, they believed that the divine goddess would bring to the baby the end of the catastrophes caused by the curse, good omen and carnal luxuries from the reaching of age, condemning his son to a wonderful life until the inevitable destiny, a peaceful end on his deathbed. However, in every agreement there are two sides and some consequences.

Genre: fantasy, strangers to lovers, romance.

Warnings: mention of religion and beliefs, pacts, curses, angst.

Note: grammatical errors, english is not my native language.

The baby was raised with a lot of love and had a very beautiful personality.

There wasn't anyone who didn't like him, his aura was really good, but no one denied the fact of subconscious knowledge that he was a different boy.

Watching him grow up healthy and normal, it was clear he had made a pact with the goddess. So he was like someone lucky, or very unlucky.

Since it was rare for someone to be born in the same circumstances as him in decades, it was really too much of a coincidence. The new moon was approaching, indicating beginnings and womanhood, the moon of the goddess lover of good men.

And with that, winter was approaching too. The sweet boy was about to complete his majority, exactly on a new moon night, like the day he came into the world. His birthday was next month, he was excited.

With the cold front coming, the winds were sounding colder, the night breeze was refreshing and the sky was a little cloudy, hiding behind the clouds and stars.

The Kim were artisan shoemakers, they were still in the family shop, where the boy also worked. Her parents were organizing the shoe store so they could finally go home. They had to finalize the service at the establishment, already closed. Tired from the hard day's work, finishing the last details to leave.

Sunoo was at home with his older sister, today he didn't help his parents in the shoe shop, and right now he was probably resting, it was late and he had a tiring day at the village high school.

Almost saying goodbye to the night, the clock on the top of the old church marked 23:50. Soon the midnight bell would ring, ending the twenty-four hour cycle of this day, starting a new day.

Counting the money at the counter, Mrs. Kim was surprised by an unexpected customer, who woke up the strident noise of the door bell. She well remembered telling her husband to lock the front door and turn the sign to closed.

ㅡ good evening, we are closed now. - The mrs. Kim smiled slightly.

ㅡ good night. - that voice was capable of giving chills, the appearance of the silhouette of a woman who was hiding under a white and delicate cover scared her, that was not common.

ㅡ any problem? What is happening? - the mr. Kim comes out of the underground warehouse, holding his shabby and aged-looking beret in his hands.

ㅡ I told you to close the front door, we've been closed since 6 pm. This lady has just arrived, but we are already leaving...

ㅡ I closed it, dear. - he was confused at that moment, he was sure he had locked the door, as asked by the woman.

Silence settled when the girl took the white cap off her head, her face was young and pretty, lips shiny, surrounded by an attractive pink tone.

ㅡ Are you a foreigner? Need help?

ㅡ not at all. She smiled, but her voice still had an impact.

ㅡ what can we be of help with? - the mrs. Kim closed the cash register and had her attention on the girl.

ㅡ the big day is coming, lady Kim. We have a deal, and I've decided there's something I really want. - icy hands touched the mrs. hands, causing her to be scared, but not repelled, apparently being frozen with fear by the aura of that mysterious lady.

It spoke like a whisper, raising the hairs present in the dermis, slowly entering the auditory cavity, touching all the internal organs, like a frightening sigh.

ㅡ do I know you? Sorry...I don't understand. What would "the big day" be? What could I offer you?

ㅡ you already offered it to me. I came here just to say that the boy is becoming a man and, I confess my interest and incessant follow-up, he captivates my curiosity. Her smile was almost seductive, the feelings at the sight of her mixed together like a motley bomb.

ㅡ what do you mean? I don't understand you. - interfered the mr.

ㅡ ma'am, I'm talking about your precious son. He's a good boy isn't he? I want him for myself, no, he's always been mine and I'm getting ready to get him. My presence here is nothing more than a reminder to remind you of my prophecy. Be it bad, be it good...or be it a set of qualities.

ㅡ so you are...

ㅡ upon being sealed and having the name offered, there are three destinations to be followed, according to the merit of the man. Your son awakens numbing feelings in me, he is too good. He has a handsome face, interesting personality, sweet scent, extravagant aura, and a smile that could kill someone. ㅡ but you know, ever since he landed to rest in his crib, it's been my boy. It's time to say goodbye to parents, this is my turn to have him, I'll take him on his eighteenth birthday.

A burning slap was transferred to the young woman's face, the weeping eyes of an anguished mother were stared at with emptiness, that slap wasn't even tickling that lady, it didn't shake her in any way, it's as if she didn't feel the pain of the impact.

ㅡ don't say a single word about my son, you don't know what you're saying... he will never be an object of value, he's a normal person and deserves rights like anyone else! What kind of goddess are you? It may have helped our ancestors, but it plagued us and cursed our children! Isn't that right, taking my dear son out of sheer greed and ambition? You are a monstrous entity.

Smile.

ㅡ just as mere mortals depend on divine entities, to be who we are we need humans and their futile needs. If I gave you everything you want, you would be worse people than you already are having so little, you would no longer need to work and earn to have your things and you would live like filthy parasites. Life shouldn't be easy for anyone, what does the one who has everything do? I am a goddess because you make agreements with me, agreements have two sides and consequences, offering me things and receiving things is the meaning of an agreement, and everything happens with your merits. This is divine justice.

Tears streamed down the lady's eyes, losing her mind, but so lost to the point that she didn't know what to say or do.

ㅡ upon reaching the age of majority, accept that your son is the chosen one... - he touched the wrinkled and soft face of the lady, calming her down.

ㅡ ma'am, don't cry. I won't hurt your son, I'll take care of him like a man takes care of a diamond. There is knowledge that this was traced from the birth-bed, a baby sealed with the mark of the goddess, what can you do? You offered me your son, but you can't afford the consequences from the outset clarified, consequences of your knowledge? I want him for myself, a unique boy full of magnitude. A deal will always be a deal. Do not fear his welfare, I am a lover of men, he will live in paradise...

ㅡ paradise...?

ㅡ yes, I will dress him in gold, I will give to him the best. ㅡ she smiled as she spoke. - he's such a good boy, he deserves it don't you think? I will love him piece by piece, I won't let any skin on his body be untouched, I will kiss every part of him tenderly. ㅡ stroked that lady's gray hair in shock.

ㅡ prepare it for me, mrs. Kim? Please. I am happy and looking forward to meeting you in person.

The bell sounded loudly, it was midnight, the young girl disappeared, while that hot tear ran down the face of a repentant mother.

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[andydrysdalerogers]

Yours Submissively ~ Nacita

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: Only two more left after today! I'm not ready to say goodbye to my babies so the next uploads are just once a week.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Banners by me!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Understanding

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

All was calm in the Rogers household.  

Belle was in the completed nursey, just a few weeks away from her due date and the nesting stage of her pregnancy, fluttering back and forth with all of the clothes gifted to them from their friends. She enjoyed the quiet, with Steve in his office and Bucky and Ava out on a date.  She stared at the onesies that she received, a blue one that said Prince and a pink one that said Princess.  She sighed happily before folding them and setting them aside.  

“A reason those are separate?” She turned to see Steve leaning in the doorway.  

“For my maternity bag.  It’s what they are wearing when we bring them home.” She smiled up at her husband. “Always have a plan, Captain.”  

Steve snorted. He placed his arms on Belle’s shoulders and duck down to be eye level with her. “Think you are cute, Mrs. Rogers?” 

“I know I am, Mr. Rogers,” she smirked at him before kissing the tip of his nose.  

He leaned more to press a kiss to her lips and took in the room.  “It’s looking good in here.” He got behind Belle and wrapped his arms around her, leaving his hand on her belly.  

Belle leaned into his warmth.  “It is.  I just wish we had a picture or something over the changing table.  I could have sworn that I picked something out, but I can’t remember.”  

“About that.”  Steve went back to the door and came back with a large flat package.  He left it on the changing table.  “I made something for the twins.”  

“Stevie, what do you mean?” 

“Well, I know how much music makes your feel better.  A way to get all your extra emotions out, right?  Well, before, I used to draw or paint or sketch.  And I thought, maybe I could make something that would show off how happy I am for our babies.”  He chewed his lip nervously as Belle approached the bench.  

Two painting were wrapped.  It was a picture painting in watercolor, a bear looking out at the moon with his night cap on the other with the sun, the bear and a backpack.  Belle’s lower lip wobbled.  “Stevie…” 

“Do you like them love? I know they are kinda simple…” he was cut off when Belle pulled him down with a kiss.  When they pulled apart, Steve smiled.  “I guess you do like them.” 

“I love them amore mio.  Can you hand them up?” 

“Sure.  Go sit and tell me if their straight.”  Steve got a hammer and set up to hang them over the changing table. Belle smiled as she sat in one of the rocking chairs and watched her man go to work.   

“You know, we haven’t really talked names amore.”  

“Did you have any in mind?”  Steve mumbled with the nails in his mouth as he measures where to place the nails.  

“I was thinking for our son, just the middle name, we could name him after my dad.”  She chewed her lip, waiting for his reaction.  

“Phil? Or Agent, as Tony liked to call him?” Steve smiled down at his wife.  “Sweet Pea, I think that’s perfect.  Phillip. I like it.”  

“Yea?  Do you have any suggestions?  Like your dad’s name maybe?” 

Steve crinkled his nose.  “Joseph Phillip? No, that doesn’t fit.  I like the initials though.  JP.” He stopped for a second.  “James.  James Phillip.”  

Belle smiled.  “I love it.  James Phillip Rogers.  A good strong name for our boy.”  

Steve nailed in the first one and hung the moon, literally.  He got down and pressed a kiss on top of her head.  “I think it’s perfect.  Now how about our princess?” He moved to hang the sun.  

“I’m not sure. She is like a ray of perfect sunshine.  A light after all the darkness.”  

“Very poetic love.  Maybe an Italian name for her?” 

“Well, the Italian word for light is luce. But that sounds wrong.”  

“How about Lucy?”  Steve stepped back to grab the sun painting.  

“Lucy.”  Belle tested the name. “I like that.  Lucy.  Ok princess,” she patted her belly.  “Lucy.  Lucy what?” 

They bounced around names, nothing sounding correct.  They were interrupted when Steve’s phone went off with a message.  He looked at his phone and snorted.  “Morgan wants to know when her cousins can play with her.”  

“Aww, she’s excited just like the rest of the family.” Belle always referred to the other Avengers as family, never as the Avengers.  

“I know, Tony was even saying that…” 

“That’s it,” Belle interrupted. “Toni.”  

“What?” 

“Lucy Antonia.” Belle softly smiles.  “If it wasn’t for Tony, we may have never met.”  

“Sweet pea, I would have found you one way or another.  But,” he sighed, “I do love it.  Jamie and Lucy.”  

“Jamie and Lucy.  Hey babies.  Our prince James and our princess Lucy.”  

Steve put the last picture up and stepped back and sat on the matching rocking chair.  He took Belle’s hand.  “I can’t wait to meet them.”  

They sat for a few minutes before Belle got up gently.  “I’m going to make Bucky a cake.”  

“Chocolate is his favorite.  You want some help?” 

“Don’t you have to work?” 

Steve shrugged.  “I’ve started paternity leave since the doc said you could go into labor at any time.  I know that Ava and Clint would get you to the hospital, but I just want to be here.”  

“Oh Steve, thank you. I wouldn’t want you to miss anything. C’mon, cake time.”  

As the cake slid out of the oven, the door opened with Bucky and Ava holding hands as they entered.  Bucky sniffed the air and smiled.  “Ava, baby, are you in for a treat.”  He pulled her towards the kitchen while she giggled.  “Belle, my heart, why didn’t you marry me?” 

“I am right here jerk”, Steve growled.  

“But she made cake.  Chocolate cake at that, my favorite.  This proves she loves me more.”  

Ava walked over to Belle as the guys continued to argue. “Do they always do that?” 

“Since the day I first cooked for them.  The way to Bucky’s heart is his stomach.” 

“Noted.  I make a mean chicken parmigiana.”  

“Keep that in your back pocket.  How was your date?” 

“Oh,” Ava blushed.  “Wonderful.  He took me to the aquarium in Central Park. It is so beautiful with the underwater tanks.  So blue.  He kissed me.” 

“Well, well.  He does have moves.” Belle giggled and then gasped as one of the babies kicked.  

“May I?” 

“Sure, right here,” she guided Ava’s hand to where her son was kicking.  “He’s right here.” 

“Wow, that’s amazing.” Ava smiled as she felt the baby kick.  “Are you nervous?” 

“For the birth, absolutely.  For parenthood, no.  Not really.  With the right partner, you feel like you can take on the world.”  

Later that night, Belle wakes up, uncomfortable and heads to her office.  She sits at her piano, hoping to sing to her babies and calm them to allow her to sleep.  

One look at you  My whole life falls in line  I prayed for you  Before I called you mine

Oh, I can't believe it's true sometimes  Oh, I can't believe it's true   

I get to love you  It's the best thing that I'll ever do  I get to love you  It's a promise I'm making to you  Whatever may come your heart I will choose  Forever I'm yours, forever I do  I get to love you  I get to love you   

The way you love  It changes who I am  I am undone  I thank God once again 

She looks up and sees Steve, leaning against the doorway.  She smiles and nods to the bench, inviting him to sit with her.  He strides over and sits as she continues to sing.    

Oh, I can't believe it's true sometimes  Oh, I can't believe it's true   

I get to love you  It's the best thing that I'll ever do  I get to love you  It's a promise I'm making to you  Whatever may come your heart I will choose  Forever I'm yours, forever I do   

I get to love you  I get to love you  I get to love you  I get to love you   

And they say love is a journey  I promise that I'll never leave  When it's too heavy to carry  Remember this moment with me   

I get to love you  I get to love you  I get to love you 

As she finishes, Steve leans over and kisses her shoulder.  “You know I’m the lucky one, right?” 

“Now I know you are wrong, sir.  I’m most definitely the luckiest one.”  

Steve smiles and leans over to place a sweet kiss on his wife’s lips.  She smiles into it, loving the softness of his beard on her skin. She cups his cheek and pulls him in as close as she can with her big belly.  She feels a twinge and gasps.  “Baby?” 

“I…umm… I think I just had a contraction.”  Belle looked worried at her husband.  

“Ok, let’s just time it ok?  The doctor said this might happen because its twins.  You are at 34 weeks.  They will be ok.” 

“Stevie…” her eyes begin to fill.  

“Oh, baby don’t cry ok?  Everything is going to be ok.”  He held her hand.  “C’mon let’s get you to bed to get you comfy.” 

Steve was meticulous in keeping time of her contractions.  A couple of hours later, Belle went to use the rest room when she felt wetness run down her leg.  “Steve?” 

“Ok, you’re ok.  Let’s get you cleaned up and then to Lennox Hill.”  Steve went to grab new clothes for Belle and helped her change.  He grabbed the maternity bag and called Bucky.  “It’s time.”  

“I’m on my way.”  

Steve helped Belle to the elevator as Bucky came barreling out.  “Are you ok?” 

“I’m fine I just…” she grimaced as another contraction took over. “I just want to get to the hospital.”  

“Alright, alright.” Bucky grabbed the bag as Steve swept her into his arms.  They made it to the car and into the night.  

Twelve hours later and Belle’s labor stalled.  When they had come into the hospital, she had been 3 centimeters dilated.  Now she was only 6 and the doctors were concerned.  Her head doctor, Theresa Lee had walked into her room with a look that Steve could just not read.  “Mr. Rogers, Mrs. Rogers, we think it’s time to consider a caesarian.”  

“No, please, I can do this.”  

“Mrs. Rogers, please? We’ve given you Pitocin to help the labor progress forward but it’s becoming dangerous to leave the babies in for so long after your water has broken.  This is for the benefit of your children.”  

“Please sweet pea, its time,” Steve said with a kiss to her forehead. “This doesn’t mean you are weak, love. Your body is tired, and we need to think of Jamie and Lucy.” 

“Don’t leave me, Stevie, promise?” 

“I promise love. I’ll be right here. I can be right?” He looked at Dr. Lee.  

“Of course.  We’ll get you scrubs as we prep Mrs. Rogers for surgery.”  A nurse handed off some scrubs and Steve looked back.  “I will be right back, sweet pea.”  

She nodded as the nurses bustled around and the anesthesiologist adjusted her epidural. Steve came back and took her hand.  “We ready?” The doctor asked.  “Ok, let’s go.”  

The gurney moved and they walked to the operating room. “Steve?”  

“Yes, my love?” 

“I want the babies to go to a good public school.” 

Steve looked down at her concerned.  “Isabella…” 

“No, listen.  I want them to go to a good public school and have Bucky and Clint watch over them.  Godfathers watching their god kids is good.  And I want MJ and Hope to be their godmothers.  You can decide who belongs to whom.” 

“Belle, stop please.” 

“Remember that Lucy is going to be a young lady so respect her boundaries but don’t shut her out.  Let her spread her wings, ok?” 

“Belle, why are you saying these things?” 

“Because if something happens, you need to know, ok?” 

“Nothing is going to happen,” he told her sternly.  

“You don’t know that Stevie.”  They pulled into the operating room, and they set up the curtain over her chest. Belle could sense them around her but felt nothing.  “I need you to promise me.”  

“I don’t need to promise because you and our babies will be fine.” 

He watched as a tear slid down her face.  “Please?” 

Steve’s heart clenched.  He could read the fear in her eyes, and he just wanted to take it all away.  He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment before he said, “I promise love.  I promise that I’ll take good care of our family.  But you need to fight and stay strong.”  

“I’m scared Stevie.” 

“I am too.  But they do this every day.”  He kissed her hand. “I love you.”  

“Ready?” Dr Lee peered over.  Belle didn’t stop looking at Steve and she nodded. “Ok let’s begin.”  

Belle could feel pressure around her belly, and she closed her eyes tight.  “Ok, and baby A is out,” Dr. Lee announced as she held up a baby.  “Congratulations, it’s a boy.”  

“Jamie,” she gasped as she began to cry.  Their son was here.  Steve felt his own tears slide as he looked over to see him being cleaned up as he cried.  “He’s beautiful love.  He’s here.”  

Belle felt more pressure and a second later.  “It’s a girl.”  

“Lucy.”  Belle gasped.  “My babies.”  

Steve tracked his daughter to the second incubator as little Lucy cried for her mother.  The nurse cleaned her up and wrapped her with a pink cap, her brother in blue and put them together in one.  It was almost instantaneous that they felt each other and stopped.  “They’re here.  Belle, they are amazing.” Steve watched them for another moment.  “Can she see them?” 

“Of course.”   

A pair of nurses brought the twins over so Belle could see.  “Look Belle, you did it.  You made them.”  Steve looked back at his wife to see her pale and her eyes closed.  “Belle?  Belle? Isabella, wake up!” 

“She’s losing blood! Get him out of here!”  

“No!  Belle, please! Wake up!” Steve began to fight the nurses as they pushed him out.  “No! Belle! Please!” 

“BELLE!” 

A/N: I’d say I’m sorry but I’m not. 

NEXT

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[tsatsked-smth]

Six Ears' anonymity and perfect pitch allows him to be both a diva and Wukong's online doppelganger!

@quitealotofsodapop 's ideas of the pink-loving voice actor captivated me with how fun it is visually, I've drawn one more concept art and downloaded Smash Legends. I imagine if he parcitipated in the competition, Liu'er would be more of a magician type with swirls and technical tricks under his sleeves.

Couldn't choose between the styles, used 2000's mail goth and pink lace-y aesthetic simultaneously

Wanted to mirror and warp Wukong's style. Instead of several neatly-fitting layers of a T-shirt and two jackets there are overalls and one oversized jacket with long sleeves, collar and cuffs, patterns are horizontal too. Instead of a cap there are headband

Looking closer to Wukong's pallete, he has quite an equal amount of black and white resembling yin and yang by position. So I swapped it too

Basic themes are sound, night sky (moon + sky in general + a knack for prophesying), yin and yang, bones. The brooch originally had Lunar Eclipse symbol but it got too abstract. Socks's cracks were based on sound waves

I don't really know Smash Legends champions with scars on display - even characters with permanent injuries have them covered by clothes and prosthetics. They do have quite advanced medicine and affordable magic everything, but that doesn't stop us. Let's say he's got attacked recently bc of Witch Queen business, got his eye fixed (it's better than it looks), but scars need time healing

#a sundress would look great on him #tsats draws #smash legends #realised after posting: could’ve drawn an eye cloth or mask

[maureensmistress]

Under the Bleachers - Pattie Boyd x Reader

You and Pattie are best friends and classmates entering your senior year. You shared your first kiss a few weeks ago, and you've been "practicing" together every day since. But now she wants to share another first -- only it's not what you might think.

Fluff, angst, kissing, alcohol consumption, catching feelings, implied internalized homophobia, slightly nsfw but not too graphic, a semi-sequel to Just for Practice but can also be read as a standalone.

Word Count: 2k

"Psst!"

You pulled the pillow over your head, still half asleep. "G'way," you mumbled into the mattress.

"Wake up," came an insistent whisper, and you recognized Pattie's voice. She sounded half urgent and half amused.

You flopped the pillow away and raised your head, blinking to see Pattie crouching next to your bed in the pale blue moonlight. She grinned mischeviously, and any thoughts of going back to sleep disappeared as your heart did a little flip. Instead you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and sat up, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders.

"What're you up to now?" you asked accusingly.

"Look what I've got!" she whispered excitedly. She held out a large glass bottle, glinting in the dark, and you peered at it curiously.

"What is it?"

"Vodka," Pattie whispered.

"What?" your voice rose a little in shock, and Pattie shushed you.

"You'll wake up the whole dorm," she scolded in an urgent whisper.

"You-- you can't have that," you stuttered, and Pattie rolled her eyes, nose wrinkling in amusement.

"C'mon, it's senior year. We should have some fun."

"Where did you even get it?"

"From the kitchen. I think it's for cooking."

"We'll make ourselves sick," you argued. "You should put it back right now." You didn't really mean it, though. Pattie could talk you into just about anything and deep down you knew this time would be no different. Didn't actually want it to be any different.

She looked so beautiful, so ethereal, her white skin glowing in the half-dark, blonde hair pale in the moonlight and large, blue eyes shining silver. She was like some kind of unearthly, elfin creature with a dangerously mischevious smile.

You'd never found her very easy to resist, but since you'd given her your first kiss a few weeks ago -- and maybe it was hers too, and sometimes you hoped that it was -- it was even harder. Just knowing how those soft pinks lips could make your whole head go blank and the world start spinning around you was so distracting, so hard not to cave into.

"Don't make me drink it by myself," she pouted. "This is the first time you've ever had a drink too, right? We should do it together."

You twisted your mouth to the side and tried to look reluctant. "Well..."

***

You and Pattie knelt under the bleachers, lit only by a cream-white moon. It was only early September and the nights hadn't gotten cold yet, but you'd still put on your jacket over your thin nightie, if more for modesty than anything else. You could still feel the blades of grass tickling your legs through your nightgown.

Pattie huffed a little trying to unscrew the bottle, and you reached for it. "Let me."

But Pattie managed to get cap off right at that moment, and she stuck her tongue out at you.

"Oh, very mature," you said, but you couldn't help but giggle.

Pattie was the first to take a mouthful. Her whole face contorted with disgust and she squeezed her eyes shut, bringing a hand to her mouth. She swallowed hard and then blinked her eyes, which watered slightly.

"How is it?" you asked wryly.

"Delicious," Pattie replied staunchly, her voice slightly hoarse. "You'll love it."

She passed you the bottle, and you sniffed it. It was acrid and harsh, and you wrinkled your eyebrows. But Pattie was looking at you expectantly, and you remembered her soft, pink lips wrapped around the mouth of the bottle, and you closed your eyes and brought the glass rim to your lips.

It burned the moment it hit your tongue and you almost choked, but Pattie hadn't and you weren't about to let her outdo you. She's always been like a big sister to you, which was a little irritating because she was only a few months older than you -- you'd both been eighteen for a while now.

Stubbornly, you swallowed it down, ignoring the way it made your nose wrinkle and your face scrunch up, and then took another swallow just to prove that you could.

"Okay, okay, I'm suitably impressed," Pattie said playfully, taking the bottle back from you. She took another sip, a bit slower and more carefully this time, and managed to keep her face smooth. She looked mature and sophisticated sipping vodka like it was nothing -- at least if you ignored that she was drinking straight from the bottle while kneeling in the grass.

Still, you felt a little proud, a little important as the two of you passed the bottle back and forth. You were getting better at drinking it, too, and you and Pattie joked and giggled while you took turns. You got about halfway through the bottle before the warmth in your chest began swimming in your head, making your limbs feel loose and light. You could tell, from the way she fumbled a little with the bottle, that Pattie was feeling it too.

You watched her stick her little tongue out, searching for the rim of the bottle, and watched how the silver moonlight slid back and forth on the bottle as she tipped it back. She still flinched slightly when she took a drink, but you wondered if the burn still felt painful or if, like for you, it had become a welcome harshness that lit all the nerves in your lips and mouth on fire.

With alcohol on your lips the world was so much fuzzier and vaguer, but you could feel every nerve in your lips so much more sharply, every heartbeat pulsing under your skin, and you longed to feel Pattie's heartbeat too. To feel the way her skin fluttered under your tongue like the one time you'd found the nerve to kiss down her throat, and then she'd gasped in pleasure and you'd gotten scared and you'd both stopped.

You realized, gaze flicking from her lips to her eyes, that she was watching your lips too.

"Maybe we should practice kissing while we're drunk," you suggested, and then blushed hard. Still, you had to keep going now. "Maybe we'd be better at it. Looser, you know? I'm just saying we do it for practice, is all."

"There's something else we could try," Pattie said, still watching your lips.

A thousand things flashed through your mind, and it was harder, now that your head was swirling, to push them all away. "W-what's that?"

"We really shouldn't. But... people do silly things when they're drunk," Pattie said, not really answering. "I don't think they count."

And then she cupped the back of your neck and pressed a kiss to your lips. It was open-mouthed, heated, intentional. Like she knew exactly what she wanted to do with you. It felt different from your tentative practice kisses in the library, or even from the more confident kisses you'd settled into recently.

She'd only let her hands move to your body just the once -- it made it harder to pretend it was just practice for the boys. But Pattie pushed forward so her body pressed up against yours, pressed you backwards into the grass so you were propped on your elbows and half laying down. The weight of her body on top of you felt grounding and exciting all at once.

Her mouth burned against yours from the lingering taste of vodka and the unbelievable heat of her lips and her tongue. The two of you had gotten good at kissing over the last few weeks -- or at least, you'd gotten good at kissing each other, and Pattie swirling her tongue around yours in the way that you liked. You moaned and pulled back a little to suck on her bottom lip.

Maybe it was the vodka swimming in your head, and maybe it was just that after weeks of kissing you needed something more, but there was no hesitation as her hands fumbled with the buttons of your jacket. Your fingers met and entangled as you helped her take it off, lying back in the grass completely now so your loose hair made a halo around your head.

Pattie was on top of you but she pulled back slightly from the kiss, her breath ghosting over your face in ragged gasps, and cupped your face with both hands. The two of you locked eyes for a moment and you felt something terrifying take flight in your chest, something you'd never really felt before, not even with Pattie. It roared in your ears and made the world feel far away, but Pattie you felt in every inch of your skin, tasted on your lips and felt pressing your whole body down to the earth. You wanted to twist against her, to feel and examine every place your bodies touched.

And then she was kissing you again, and you tangled your hands in her hair with a kind of abandon and passion you'd never had before. But it was alright. It didn't count, just like Pattie had said. So you tugged at the hem of her shirt and slipped your hands underneath, feeling the soft heat of her skin and ghosting your hands over her body until they found her breasts and squeezed them through her bra.

She gasped into your mouth, but then one of her hands slipped from your face to your left breast and she gently, tentatively held it through your thin nightgown. You arched your back, pressing into her touch, trying to express without words that you wanted this, and she must have understood because she found your nipple and brushed her fingers over it. The touch was so gentle and light, teasing, and you felt heat pooling between your legs.

Your hips twitched involuntarily, all but grinding against her, and Pattie moaned into your mouth and you realized that she felt it too. That the electricity did not stop at the edges of your being but was coursing through her, through both of you, joining you together into a creature that felt as one. You weren't entirely sure what you were doing anymore, just arching and twisting underneath her in response to her touch and trying to follow those electric sparks into her skin.

And then you felt Pattie's fingers at the hem of your nightgown, and you froze.

You'd fantasized about this before, you might as well admit it, but had never, ever dreamed that it would come true. Was this really happening? Did Pattie really want it?

Would she regret it in the morning?

And that thought was like ice in your heart. Years of telling yourself you and Pattie were only friends, nothing more, never more because that would only make Pattie shy away came pouring back. You'd always been so terrified that she would find out how you really felt about her, about the soft, dark things you thought about at night, and that it would scare her away and you'd lose the person you loved most in the world.

It doesn't count, you thought to yourself defiantly.

But to you it did.

You gently disentangled from Pattie, pushing her away. She looked at you with confusion and a touch of hurt, her eyes wide.

"What's wrong?"

"I-- I feel sick," you lied. "I need to go to bed."

"Oh.... Okay." Her voice was small, and it made your heart ache, but you didn't have the courage to do anything about it.

You pulled your jacket back on, not looking at Pattie.

"Are you--" Pattie started, and then cleared her throat. "Are you mad at me?" You had a bad feeling she was trying not to cry, and you were desperate to apologize, to wrap her in your arms, to explain that you would never be mad at her, but you were just so, so afraid.

"Of course not," you said instead, still not looking at her. But even so, you knew she didn't believe you.

The two of you walked back to the dorm in silence, throwing the half-empty bottle of vodka in the bushes. It went without saying that you would never do this again. You wanted to hug Pattie goodnight like you normally would, but she wordlessly brushed past you to her own bed, and you heard her crawl under the covers without saying goodnight.

It wasn't until you were curled up in bed, the swirling feeling in your head starting to go away and leave behind a dull headache, that you actually let yourself cry.

#beatles girls x reader #beatles girls #the beatles #beatles fic #lesbian #wlw #pattie boyd #pattie boyd x reader #will probably edit this more in the future

[saitama-division]

Evening descended upon the city of Saitama, as the previously pristine azure sky turned into a faded celadon blue.

A gloved hand knocked on the door to the Miyuki residence.

No longer surprised, Sayaka made a beeline for the front door and was met with a young woman with bright red hair.

“Miyuki,” Shian Meizono said, her voice curt. “Happy Birthday. I’m up here for yet another hunt. Thought I’d stop by while I’m here and send in something for you.”

She pulled a palm-sized chiffon-pink box from her giant duffel bag. She quickly took Sayaka’s hand and placed the box in her palm.

“You know, since you’ve helped me out a number of times on my hunts. And speaking of ‘hunt,’ I should get going. Okay, bye now.”

Before Sayaka could respond, Shian had turned the other way and headed for her black sports car and drove off.

Bewildered by how short the greeting was, Sayaka carefully opened the box and pulled out what was inside.

It was a gorgeous pink bottle of perfume, the cap shaped into a beautiful mermaid curled into a ball with her back against a crescent moon.

Sayaka peered at the labels on the back of the box, reading the contents to herself.

‘Forever Blooming Flower’

‘Top notes: Watermelon, Convallaria majalis, Jasmine, Tea.’

‘Middle notes: Gardenia, Daffodils, Cantaloupe’

‘Base notes: Grass, Bellflower, Vetiver’

“Um...” Sayaka blinked, confused as she watch the vehicle drive off into the upcoming night before slowly closing the door. While Sayaka had met all sorts of people, especially since entering the Division Rap Battles, it was still quite something that she had yet to get used to but it did make the brunette happy that people from other divisions and some she hadn’t met before were taking the time out of their days to wish her a happy birthday or give her a gift. Speaking of, she looked at the bottle of perfume the mysterious redhead woman gave her and smiled, taking off the cap and spraying a small amount, she hummed at the delightful scent that filled her senses. “How lovely.” She smiled.

Thank you for the gift!

#hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis microphone #sayaka miyuki #akihabara division #shian meizono #happy birthday sayaka 2023 #gift

[nebulanewts]

And just because I wanted to,here’s my personal choices as of right now and why I picked them just for funsies :]

*this post will be long I’m SO SORRY dhdhdj*

Ayumu - Mystery Brown (DETECTIVE AYUMU LIVES!!! Like that one art in LL Days,,also it’s just pretty and would look nice on her like just picture Agupon with a lil Sherlock-y cap walking around the stage with a magnifying glass looking for “clues” idk that would just be cute and silly - but my second pick would probably be Spring Colored Blazer,it’s very Ayumu and I like that)

Kasumi - Black Jewelry (Like I said,these options tell me nothing about what her song will sound like but this one is pretty and elegant but in a Kasumi way,it kind of reminds me of a ballerina outfit which is cute - my second pick would be White Elegance bc it’s pretty)

Shizuku - Pink Frill Dress (Finally,Shizuku outfit options that aren’t all blue but this one is my favorite bc it’s very soft and princess-y not much else to say but I like this one a lot - my second pick would probably be Cherry Cherry it’s very retro and cute)

Karin - Amethyst Dress (All of her options are amazing so I’m okay with ANY of these winning,but something about this one is calling to me it makes me hope that her song will be jazzy like please. Please Lantis / Bushiroad I don’t ask for much give Karin a jazz song but Blue Moon Night is also SUPER pretty)

Ai - Coral One-Piece (From what I can gather from these outfits,her song might show us a softer girlier side to Ai’s usual bright colorful happy in-your-face sound /minus Diabolic muiler of course/ which I think is very nice and this one to me fits that image the most,it’s very soft and pretty but still very her + Lavender Lace is also v cute)

Kanata - Black Ribbon (They really looked up “jirai kei” and picked the first outfit they saw huh dhdjdj,,but it’s very cute and maybe tells us this will be a different sound for her which is fun but my other pick would be Purple Fairy it’s kinda plain and looks like any other Kanata outfit BUT it’s cute and could be accessorized w/ fairy wings or something,I wouldn’t mind it winning but like cmon. Black Ribbon is SO CUTE)

Setsuna - Punk Border (Ok,so this wasn’t my first pick initially but after some thought…it’s REALLY grown on me solely for the idea that she could have a pop punk type solo and that’s smth Setsuna’s never done,which this outfit fits that the best - it’s still a rock-ish style costume so it still suits her,but again it’s new for her + maybe School Rock could fit that too?? That was my initial choice bc it also looks SUPER cool)

Emma - Colorful Stage (Ngl,they never give Emma great options like these aren’t BAD they’re better than her L!L!L! choices but idk I only chose this one bc it’s cute and more “modern” looking which isn’t common for her but maybe my second pick is Denim Stitch it makes me think she could have like…a folk-y country style song like cowgirl Emma anyone?)

Rina - Neon Cat (This is another one that’s just undeniably the best choice imo,like it’s so bright and so Rina-y it’s just perfect for her but if I had to choose another one it would be Motion Girl it’s pretty cute)

Shioriko - Undead Celeb (Once again…what is her song going to sound like??? Is Shio finally in her goth / chuuni era? Idk but I love it,this one is pretty and kind of makes me think of a period piece - my second pick would most likely be Royal Skeleton solely for the name and the collar)

Mia - Fresh Navy (Signeul bonae signal b- sorry anyways man…I wanna know which Love Live staff member just HATES Mia bc all of these are so blah and plain compared to the others,to me this one is the only cute one besides maybe Argyle POP but what is her song gonna be about?? Finding love at the tennis court / golf course???? Cmon)

Lanzhu - Pinky Gal (If you distilled Zhong Lanzhu into an outfit,this would be the result it’s so flashy and pink and diva-y it’s my favorite out of her options like…it has her NAME on the jacket you can’t get more Lanzhu than that - maybe Vivid Fur comes close but not quite imo)

#love live #love live! #love live! nijigasaki high school idol club #love live nijigasaki high school idol club #nijigasaki school idol club #nijigasaki high school idol club #love live nijigaku #love live nijigasaki #mars babbling #long post #i’m so sorry i just have A Lot Of Thoughts ok

[small-sinclair]

Forgiveness is the Hardest Part

This is a warm up for another writing prompt.

Another idea based off this post by @sketchy-rosewitch. I thought about it and went through it over the phone with my sister (she doesn't know what HoW is, but she likes that I'm finally writing again :3). Anyways, enjoy this angsty one.

Maybe there's a part 2 or something? Let me know!

Bo x male!Oc (Anthony)

Tw: mentions of deaths and murders, character injury, gun, near death oc, religious themes mention, blood, mention of past tortures/abuse, hints of homophobia, not proofread

The soft pinks that light the dusk sky lowered to a deep purple, fading into the night's heat in Louisiana. The clouds from the day left to give onlookers a clear night's view, and the full moon shined its light below to guide a path through the dense forest road leading back to Ambrose. Lester's truck jumped back and forth as he drove with the passenger next to him, who was clenching a small black backpack.

His white collar under the black folds of his shirt shined like a stars in the sky that night. His dark brown hair was tucked under a Green Bay Packer's ball cap, worn from work and faded by the sun. His heavy green eyes were tired from tonight's events that left him at the mercy of a stranger, and his head pounded as if he was by the loudest speaker. His left leg broken and bruised, but he didn't seem to wince at his pains as he held his mother's rosary between his fingers. He was the youngest clergy server in his group strong and built well enough to lift two spare tires with ease, and he's the only one that was... tainted. Maybe that's the men did all those things? Tortured him by burning his arms and back, cutting too deep into his legs until he couldn't walk, kept punching him until stars was seen in the sunlight.

His God suffered, so he has too as well. That's how sinners are forgiven--that have to suffer to find the light once more before relaxing in the waters in the spring.

"'Bout there," Lester reassured again. "Bo'll fix ya righ' up, Father."

"Please, Lester," the pastor looked over at Lester, trying to meet his brown eyes, "call me Anthony. Ain't a Father yet."

Lester tapped nervously at the wheel as they came closer to the town's lights and the soft music from the speakers above the streetlamps. He didn't feel comfortable bringing a man of faith to this place to die. Talk about leading the lamb to the slaughter, huh? Still, Lester forced a caring smile. "'S a nice name, Anthony."

Anthony leaned his head against the glass, silently sending a prayer of blessings for Lester and his kindness. If he didn't show up when he did to haul off the roadkill deer, Anthony might've been through worse. He closed his eyes, praying Lester would have carefree days with ease and to have thanks for his service of deposing God's creatures. He rested his hand on the seat, praying over his truck for safe travels and for it to take Lester miles away from here.

When he was finished, he felt the truck die and Lester getting out. Anthony opened the door and helped himself out, Lester joining his side to help support him to get inside the little gas station. The gas station looked like it was stuck in time as if it was still the 1950s, but he loved it! He loved the orange and blue lights and the little "Gas" sign over the pumps; he felt like he stepped into a slice of heaven. Inside the station, it smelled like rust and oil, a smell he knew all too well from his childhood thorough working in his dad's shop.

He groaned as Lester sat him down in the black chair by the door, and Lester hurried around the counter. "Le' me go see if he's still 're."

"Take your time," Anthony said through a painful smile, trying to stay as polite as he could. "I got all night."

Lester gave one last look behind him before going into the back. Of course, Bo would be down stairs in his... what the hell should Lester call it? Sex dungeon? Prison? Chamber of Torture and Pleasure? All he knows is he hates going down there to see if Bo is there with a "pretty little thing". He knocked on the closed door before entering, almost regretting his choice. He turned his head away at the smell of fresh blood and Bo's spice, but he was glad to see no dead girl strapped to the chair like the last time.

Bo was at the chair, cleaning it with bleach and vinegar. He looked up at Lester and raised a brow. "The hell's matter with ya?" He snapped, throwing the rag down. "You know betta than ta be down here!"

Lester flinched at his voice. "Bo, we have another one--"

"Good," Bo said, wiping his hands on his blue jeans. "Still in the mood fer some killin'."

"Not this one."

Oh... this is new.

Bo stepped over his cleaning supplies and towered over Lester. "The hell do ya mean?" He tilted his head as his eyes stated dangerously calm.

"There's a hurt pastor upstairs," Lester stated. "And I don't want ya to kill 'im."

Bo's hands gripped Lester's faded red jacket as he shoved his brother against the wall. "Tellin' me wha' to do? Because the last I checked, ya don't kill people, yellow belly."

Lester's face harden but his eyes fell. He knew he couldn't stop a storm or a tornado, but he was hoping to to tray and calm this one. "Fine," his voice was low and sad, "but make it quick? Don't want 'im to suffer more than he 'lready has."

Before Bo could ask what he meant, the sound of tires pulling overhead outside made them look up through the drain above. They stayed silent as they heard car doors slam, men laughing and howling when they see something--or someone-- they've been hunting. Lester's hands pushed his brother back and led the way upstairs, Bo, who was still confused as all hell, went up after him.

Pastors don't fight, unless you're Father Quintin, who kicked Bo's ass when he was caught stealing from the alter plate when he was a teenager. So, why did it shock him to see two men drawing a man with a broken black collar towards the street? Why did his stomach hurt when he heard one of the four men hitting the other's eye, bruising it raw until blood flowed from the brow? Why did his eye twitch in anger when one pulled a knife to stab the other? Why did it feel so right to run back into the garage and take the shotgun off the wall, taking off the safety, and rushing out to join his brother--

Anger boiled heat as his blood ran cold when he saw Lester on the gravel. Blood trickled down his forehead as a one of them men stood over him with a blooded, hardback Bible in hand. Lester lifted his head to meet Bo's bright blues before his head laid down, his body doing limp in a snap...

Then there was a flash to something from before. The sight of the bloodied Bible corner and his little brother on the ground took him back to the time when his father was drunk, and he tried to "beat the devil" out of his little brother. He felt like he was reliving a frozen moment in his life, but the only difference between that helpless boy and now was that Bo has a fully loaded shotgun.

"Hey!" Bo's voice was hard as he got the man's attention. Without warning, he shout the Father between the eyes. God, that felt good.

The gunshot rung throughout the silent town, making three men look towards Bo and their fallen friend. Bo grinned wickedly as he pumped the shotgun back in action, pointing it at the man who was hitting the other. Forgiveness won't come easily after this, Bo knows this, but he was far from holy light. He was bathed in the muddy waters of the swampland and blessed by led and iron.

In a hurry, they dropped their "friend" and ran off in different directions. Bo raised his gun and shot the back of one and missed the other two, but they'll do. They were heading right towards Vincent's hellscape. He hoped that it was hell on earth for the holiest of folks.

Bo unloaded the gun as he walked over to the bleeding pastor.

He was clinching his rosary tightly as Bo's shadow crossed over him like an angel's shadow over a fallen devil. The click of his gun made the stabbed pastor jolt and he lifted his head, but Bo didn't find his eyes to be fearful or horrified of him. Bo's stomach emptied as he watched the man struggle to his knees, black shirt ripped at the sleeves, and he sat on the back of his legs. Glazed eyes looked up at him, right at him, as a river of blood flowed from his lips and nose. The white under his black collar stained from dirt and bloodshed by his own brother, and it made his chest swell in hurt and butterflies.

He looked like Saint Sebastian. the one with arrows littering his body but still alive.

"You... you Bo?" The man breathed out, tired and hurt. "'M Anthony." Why did the lights hurt his eyes? Where was the fog coming from? "Les-Lester talked of... of you?" Anthony's eyes rolled back as his body fell to the side. He readied himself to hit his head, but rough, callous hands caught him, and he was rested against the warmth of someone's thigh.

His eyes parted to see the most beautiful angel in blue mechanic uniform and curly brown hair under a "Sweetbird '69" trucker's hat. But those blue eyes... goodness, grace him with the ocean and he would turn away just to see those instead. He could've sworn he saw the River of Jordan reflecting in Bo's eyes, forever locked and still in rage and sadness. How many sins does Bo feel on a daily? How many times did he fall to his knees for forgiveness at night? Anthony wanted to hear every hymn pour from his lips and answer any prayer he had. But why is God showing him his best angel at his last moments on earth? Why now?

"Hang in there, Father," Bo said, his hand over the stab wound. "I'll get you help."

"Bo," Anthony repeated, a small smile curling on his lips. Everything was feeling darker than before. It was getting harder to stay awake as his head pounded. His chest raised and fell, feeling skin from the wound rip slowly. He heard the echoes of screams and painful cries from a darken wax house, but his eyes drifted to the clear skies above. So many stars painted on a black canvas tonight. What a blessing it is to share it with him. "Bo," he whispers, saying his name as if it's the most holiest thing on his tongue; as if it was the beautiful name he's ever heard. He had to say it one more time, just once more. Let him call his angel by his name one more time, dear Lord. "Bo..."

The moon reflected off his eyes, showing the stars above back in Bo's. Bo swallowed dryly as he held the Father closer in his arms. His listened to his dragged breaths and drawn-out sighs. Bo closed his eyes as the warmth of the blood flowed through his closed fingers, falling like a river on the street below. He felt like Mary holding her son for the last time, and it wasn't a feeling he wanted to have. It's like he was born to hold dying faiths and believers. Inside his arms, he was the keeper of death and final wishes for the dead, and deaths like these made his heart break.

Lester hated seeing people die, and now he knows why. He knows why he doesn't kill a human or want to be around when their last breaths caved out of collapsing chests and lungs.

Wheezing, Anthony tugged Bo on his button shirt. Glazed eyes looked upon him as if he was more than a killer, more than human and flesh mixed together. His lips moved, but no noise escaped. He tried again, wanting to forgive Bo for his sins, but his words were choked and hard to force out--

"It alright, Father," Bo reassured, a sad smile formed over his lips. "You c'n res' now. I'll take 'i from 're."

The full moon casts her light through twisted trees and branches from behind. Anthony squinted his eyes and gasped softly. The angel in the mechanic suit looks as if he was a fallen angel crawling back from hell after being rejected from the Lord, and it broke his heart more. His lips a soft pink and smooth to look at; skin warm and rough from hard work. Shining blue eyes filled with regret, and Bo's heart started aching just to see the fading air that escaped Anthony's lips. Maybe in a different life he and Bo would be happy? Maybe he would've came sooner and found safety in Bo's arms and gaze? Anyone would be lucky--

Bo clicked his tongue as he stood up, carrying the father in his arms as if he was a child. "No, Father," Bo said in a hushed voice. The warm southern wind wrapped around him, the leaves in the breeze sounding like wings wrapping around a strangling snake. How pathetic he must look to the ravens above and the stars that cross the careless sky. "Yer not dyin' 're." He shook his head as he heard Lester stir in the gravel. "Not in this hell."

Anthony wanted to know more, but his eyes rolled. the last thing he saw was the fading, wicked horns that the branches casts along Bo's skin.

#bo sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax 2005 #house of wax fanfiction #house of wax (2005) #bo sincliar x oc #lester sinclair x oc #house of wax fanfic #slash fic #slasher fanfiction #slasher x oc #my wriitng

[spare-stories-archive]

Bakers Tail

Here's another entry in the Small Moments au!

Ozpin had a little spring in his step, he was off to see one of his favorite people in town today! He’d made sure to dress well, which for him meant he spent about an hour going through various outfits till he found one he liked, which usually turned out to be the first outfit he picked.

He wore a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a brown knitted vest with knitted leaves, vines and flowers up the front and back, a tan belt, and plaid tan brown and dark brown pants with brown lace up boots. His hair was tied back in a loose braid with a dark brown cord. He felt dapper, but not so dapper that he was showing off, which was the exact look he was going for.

Meanwhile his sweet baby boy, 2 years old now, wore an off white shirt with bubble sleeves, an olive green overalls style dress with a red capped mushroom on the chest pocket, a red mushroom cap style hat, and little brown boots. His hair was messy, but had a few little braids tied with ribbons and colorful beads. He looked down right adorable. Especially since it was so sunny out, and his freckles were coming through strong as ever.

The day itself was quite nice, it was early fall, you could just smell the crisp coolness of the season through the dwindling heat of summer. Some trees were showing signs of the shift, bright reds and deep blues, golden yellows and royal purples, it was a gorgeous sight to behold. He was looking forward to the harvest on the farm, and to Oscar’s upcoming birthday!

He took a deep breath, enjoying the atmosphere. There would be fairs, celebrations, festivals, dances, fall was such a wonderful time. And his magic felt buzzier than usual, like there was always this access of energy he had to burn off. It put a spring in his step, and he was using more magic than usual and for more frivolous things. Just last night he went out at night and danced in the moon garden, light spells and ribbons of moonlight streaming around him. He thanked Tanja no one saw him.

A musical chime rang out, startling him from his thoughts, he blinked and looked around. He was at his destination. He was actually a bit proud of himself, it meant he’d truly been here long enough that he could find his way around without paying attention. Once upon a time he’d lost his way to Glynda’s when he’d only been across the street.

“Welcome! I’ll be out in a moment!” a sweet voice sang from somewhere in the back of the shop when he entered.

He grinned and straightened his vest as well as Oscar’s hat. He wanted to look nice for Magnolia after all! No particular reason… And he was glad he lived on his own now, or else he’d have to hear Glynda teasing about his “crush on the baker” when he didn’t have a crush!

“Welcome to the Sugar and Spice Bakery! What can I- Ozpin! Oh honey, why didn’t you say it was you!” Magnolia beamed, rushing around the corner to embrace the man. He tried to tamp down the rising blush on his cheeks as he hugged her back. “I didn’t want you to drop whatever you were working on for me.” he chuckled, hugging her a bit tighter before letting go.

She looked lovely as ever, her pale pink scales reminded him of cherry blossoms, the cream patterning along the hood was like the branches. Her eyes, a deep royal purple, with blue around the iris. She wore a sage green short sleeved dress, darker green leaves embroidered along the cuffs and edge of the skirt, dotted with little white flowers. Over it was a messy pink apron, through the flour and batter and other risks of the job on it, he could make out embroidered strawberries and cherries on the chest. “You look lovely as always.” he smiled, “And your scales look extra shiny today!”

“Thank you hon, I just shed a few days ago. I still have it if you like, I know the scales can be used in a lot of potions.” she offered kindly, smiling at Oscar as the little one giggled. “And might I say, your little cakepop is really growin’ up isn’t he?”

She lifted her tail to tickle the little one's belly, making him giggle adorably. Ozpin smiled at the sound. “He really is… I can’t wait to see who he becomes when he’s older. I hope he’s not half as much of a trouble maker as I was!”

“With any luck, he’ll be worse.” she teased, poking his belly playfully. He snorted and lightly swatted her hand. She laughed a musical laugh, one Ozpin always adored hearing. “So, what brings you here today? Need your hourly cocoa fix?”

“Ha ha ha. You’re soooo funny.” he replied with a deadpan face. “As a matter of fact… Yes. I do. I would also like to try some honey biscuits and a dozen snickerdoodles.”

“Comin’ right up sugar!” she chirped, slithering back around the counter to gather his items. “How’s things at the new place? You and the little ‘un doin alright?”

“We’re settling in. Oscar is having trouble sleeping on his own, but that’s probably partly to do with him having never been apart from me overnight before. He’s been getting better though! Last night he was in his room a whole 5 hours before coming to me!”

She beamed and added an extra cookie into the bag, like she always did. “That’s great! I’m so proud!”

“I am too. But I’ll be honest… I’m having trouble sleeping too.” he chuckled, “I’m usually out like a light, what with all the work I do on the farm. But… It’s harder when he’s not there. I get so…” “Anxious?” she finished, handing him the goodies. “It’s normal. Really. It happens to a lot of parents, especially single ones. And especially especially when they’ve been through as much as you have. So try to be good to yourself, hm? For me?”

“Well… if it’s for you.” he sighed, but gave her a playful wink. “Say, speaking of things for you. Would you care for some lunch, my treat?”

She laughed, bright and happy, and shook her head in a fond manner. “Oh Ozzy, you know I can never say no to that face. Give me a little to get things sorted here and clean up a bit, and I’ll meet you at Honey Bloom in… half an hour or so. Sound good?”“Sounds perfect. See you there.” he beamed. Bowing jovially, paying for his items, and leaving with an extra skip in his step. It’s a date.

~

Inspo for Magnolia: Here

#rwby au #rwby #Small Moments au #ozpin #oscar pine (rwby) #OC #Magnolia Wren (original character)

[busstop-on-cornelia]

Ok, 1989tv is HERE and, as promised, there are thoughts (and observations). The songs of course slap, but this is about things that are NEW. New observations and red-string thoughts.

RAINBOWS:

Style has rainbow colored rain on the pavement.

Out Of The Woods: “screaming color” flashes rainbow, but so does “oh I remember” before the final chorus

I Wish You Would: rainbows pulsing in circles around the lyrics of its bridge. The light swooshes are white with rainbows. Also the thing is made of blue and pink and purple accents and words (bi colors).

How You Get The Girl: the whole thing. Multicolored and rainbowed up.

There’s a TON of galaxy/celestial imagery. The men’s faces in I Know Places are starry, the moon is everywhere (specifically in the Out Of The Woods video), Wonderland, AYHTDWS, IWYW, and SIO (to a smaller extent). Additionally, there’s a lot of eyes turning into galaxies (Clean, AYHTDWS).

Storms where you wouldn’t expect them: the road in Style and the bridge, and the background in New Romantics.

Out Of The Woods: LOVE the video. I’m down with those wolf and moon t-shirts, and this video is like that brought to life with some paparazzi/media frenzy symbolism. Gorgeous video—one of my faves.

New Romantics: the song itself inspired by the New Romantics movement (itself based on denying you were a part of it), which was known for its gender-fuckery and queer similarities. This video shows the lyrics on an art-deco stage in bisexual lighting—which I’m not saying is a reference to how many queer people are in the entertainment industry and the arts, but it could be.

Say Don’t ago is SOO FUCKING GOOD YOU GUYS. It’s like if Clean and AYHTDWS had a baby.

Now That We Don’t Talk: she “can’t pretend it’s platonic” and kept herself “shrouded in mystery” to “protect [her] dignity.” Sounds very much like closeting. Also, her ex grew out their hair—something men can do, but something Taylor’s exes haven’t really done. And Harry had longer hair while they were dating.

Suburban Legends: filled with high school references, and the very notion of living a suburban is such a small-town, high-school-sweethearts things. Very Dianna coded with the Glee-ness of it all.

Is It Over Now? sounds a little like Labyrinth and OOTW; also, Tay mentions having the “decency” to “keep her nights hidden,” which also sounds very closeting-coded.

Over all:

The sound is fairly faithful to the original, but the guitars sound a little wonky, like too bright and synthy. Less warm and like someone noodling around, and more like an electric guitar someone forgot to plug in. However, I can look past that. I appreciate they kept the synth riffs at the end of the HYGTG chorus, though.

The production on the Vault Tracks sounds much more Midnights than 1989–glossy new production that sounds a little unpolished.

She’s really leaned into an 80s vaporwave aesthetic with some videos—SIO, IWYW, New Romantics.

The visuals are just gorgeous—all these videos with dynamic, high-quality video. And a lot of more obscure/artsy visuals, too.

I love the album (obvs, 1989 is one of my old faves). Some do the vault tracks I wasn’t too keen on, but I’ll have to listen more than once to form a proper opinion.

To close out:

#taylor swift #1989 #1989tv #1989 taylor's version #taylors version #it’s heerreee!

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

I saw a post on your blog about a drunk and bloated werewolf and now I just can't stop thinking about it... the concept was very good... Would you ever write an extension of that? Make it a Steve and Bucky AU?

Drunk Werewolf Post

I would love love love to write an extension of that with Steve and Bucky. But there's not a ton to say about it, I don't think-?Rambling though....

Warning for unbeta'd stucky belly kink with werewolf/puppy play, stuffing, bloating, alcohol consumption, etc.

I, personally, cannot see Steve as anything but the werewolf in this scenario since he's such a golden retriever and, frankly, I have a thing for puppy Steve. And I always imagine Steve as a werewolf that's really more puppy than wolf- eager and cute; not a predatory animal that should be feared, especially around Bucky. I mean, sure, he can be motivated to do some real damage, he's very protective of Bucky and his friends, but... most of the time no.

Going back to that post though... 🥴🥴

Yeah- Bucky, the afternoon before the night of the full moon, funnels a shit ton of beer into his puppy. (And perhaps this is werewolf-and-cap!Steve so they don't have to worry about alcohol poisoning BUT only immense amounts of alcohol make Steve feel/act drunk.) Bucky funnels it into him until here's enough beer inside Steve that he's sloshy, round as a beach ball but sloshy where he sits on the ground in their cleared out living room. His gut grows further out over his lap. His gut hangs just a little between his legs when he finally gives into the urge to spread them. His belly just gets tighter and tighter. At least he's s already naked in prep for the full moon tonight, so Bucky has a front row seat to seeing his stomach pull his abs, stretching them, making his midsection rounder and rounder, and watching his skin flush pink. His stretch marks from transforming every month become visible with the pinkness. It's cute. It's hot; especially hot the fuller Steve gets. Getting more and more sloppy as he gets more intoxicated.

And, here's the thing, Steve's human stomach capacity is much smaller than his wolf form's stomach so when Steve is full full full and cannot take one single drop more, moaning and pawing at his belly in glorious, stretched-out pain then he finally turns under the moonlight, surrounded by empty bottles and cans-? Then suddenly he's not so full anymore.

Which, of course, Bucky takes advantage of...

Bucky fills him right back up - walking away without any fear that Steve, in his wolf form, will wander off or destroy something because he's too full and drunk to do anything but roll over onto his side, belly sloshing in burp-and-hiccup inducing waves, but practically purring with a growl-like sound when his paws come to rest on it's surface - with all the meat he's stockpiled exactly for this. Bucky makes trips from their kitchen to their living room again and again with more and more meat. Each time he returns Steve has eaten all of his last portion, making hungry little growls in the back of his throat, teeth gnashing, as he tears into the meat. Stuffing himself, his wolf-brain on just one track. Eat. Eat. Eat.

Gorge.

He's gorging himself on the meat around all that beer already inside him. His belly expanding massively out from his body. It is obscene. But it was also unbearably obscene the first time Steve sat up from where he was laying on his side for a taste of the meat he suddenly could smell, ungracefully getting onto all fours with his belly bulging, rocking side to side under him as he eats messily.

He eats and eats and eats until that belly drops onto the floor, bulging out from either side of his sides. He's so huge... so full...

Bucky has never seen a werewolf (or a regular wolf for that matter) refuse food. But soon enough, Steve does.

And, poor puppy, he's so stuffed, so drunk and full of steak, that the blushing skin of his packed stomach can be seen through his fur. He's stuffed. Puppy whines. He can smell the rest of the meat but he can't make room for it inside himself. He can't swallow. He's eaten himself to immobility. He's eaten himself to the cusp of bursting.

Then, Bucky spends the rest of the night petting his puppy as Steve makes rumbly-happy sounds. Panting. Moaning. Picking Bucky's hands when they come near his muzzle.

Bucky feels proud- accomplished that he's sated a werewolf.

...

In the morning though, Steve isn't exactly,, sated.

Because Steve turns back into his human form and, oh, dear God, if his wolf stomach was packed then... it doesn't have anything on how fucking STUFFED his human stomach is. He's so engorged, so swollen, and massive that it looks fake.

Bucky wakes up first, he always does the morning after Steve transforms, but he wakes up with Steve's belly separating them. His gut is so huge that it doesn't feel like they're spooning. Steve is all belly. It doesn't seem like any of the beer has drained away into his bladder, both because he's still acting pretty loopy as if he's still drunk but also because he's so round.

Steve whines that it's Bucky's fault that he's aching, so stuffed that it hurts and he can't even move. Its all good though, because Bucky repays him by rubbing his tummy for the whole rest of the day, soothing his puppy.

They're gonna do it again, 100% though. Its too good for them not to. 😳

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[writingbyclem]

Uniform [ISWM]

Concept: Older Captain again! We love Captaineer. Actually proud of some of the dialogue in this one! Ahshsdh! Enjoy!

Captain was stood, looking through their wardrobe for something to wear for that day. Mark was sitting on the end of their bed, humming as he looked around at the walls of the place.

“Oh! What’s that?” He spoke, eventually. Captain looked up and over to him. The Head Engineer was staring at a piece of uniform in their wardrobe.

“Oh, that’s one of the previous uniform styles. From the academy.” They replied.

“Oh! I’ve never seen it before.” Chuckled Mark. “Just thought it looked nice, I guess.”

Captain hummed in agreement.

“It was pretty comfortable, if I do say so myself.”

They moved over to their bathroom.

“I’m gonna shower quickly, you should nip over to your room and find some comfy clothes, then we can get snuggly with a movie for the night.” They spoke.

“Sounds good to me, Moon.” Nodded Mark.

“That’s great, Sunshine.” Chuckled Captain, shaking their head as they went to shower. Give their somewhat grey mop some care.

They finished up their shower and stepped back into the room, pausing when they spotted Mark.

“Hey Cap.” He grinned, with a soft wink, and sat on the bed. Mark was now dressed in the older uniform. Captain’s older uniform. They felt a light blush dust their cheeks.

“Cat caught your tongue, Moon?” Cooed Mark, teasingly watching them frozen.

“I- Uhm. You look absolutely wonderful.” Spoke Captain, taking a moment to recompose themselves. They ran a hand through their hair sheepishly.

“God- You have no idea what you do to me, Sunshine.”

Mark snickered again, standing up from the bed and slowly stepping towards them.

“Why don’t you tell me about it then?”

Captain took Mark’s hand gently and pulled him close, wrapping an arm around his waist.

“I'd rather show you.” They hummed, softly into his ear.

Mark flustered at this, turning bright red. He buried his face in their shoulder.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I was just messing.” Mused Captain, resting their other hand on his head, running their hands through his hair.

“You’re awful.” Pouted Mark.

“I know.” Chuckled Captain. “I’m so mean to you. And yet, somehow, you still love me.”

Mark laughed at this, squeezing their shoulders softly.

“It’s because you’re pretty handsome and or beautiful Cap. How could I not keep coming back to you?”

They hummed in reply, resting their hand on the back of his neck and tightening their grip around his waist.

“I think the same about you, my dearest. Every single aspect that makes you, you, infects my brain and it’s all I can think about. Your silky hair. Your deep brown eyes. Your smooth skin. Your smarts. Your skill. Your passion. I’m addicted to love, my sweets, and my love is Mark E. Iplier. The Sunshine to my Moonlight. My precious darling.”

Mark flustered at this, clinging onto Captain tightly, wanting them to hold him for the rest of eternity. He didn’t deserve their words, yet they gave them anyway. He opened his mouth to reply but closed it again with an embarrassed snicker when nothing came to mind.

They chuckled at him, then spotting Mark’s actual clothes on the bed.

“Alright, my dear, how about you actually get dressed and then we can snuggle with a movie on?” They hummed, rubbing Mark’s back.

He finally looked them in the eyes, pink flushing covering his face.

“Mhm. Yeah. I can do that Moonlight.”

The pair just stood with one another for a few more minutes before finally letting go.

God, they loved him.

God, he loved them.

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Paultryk monster au fanfic

I’m very rusty with writing fanfics so I apologize if there is spelling mistakes

Another thing this is side au I have it’s different from my My pet monster one.

Pat is taller then Paul due to Paul having scoliosis. Paul is a bigger man, while pat is tall and slender sorta?? Idk if that needs to be mentioned but It will probs come up again in the hc sheet

I plan to eventually post hcs for them soon!!

Paul’s pov:

It was a adverage night when I was relaxing on the sofa in the living room. It was a full moon tonight to our monster forms are out, mine comes in 2 variants the first one is where I’m still humanoid but my skin turns into a shallow pink fur and I have the tail of a rabbit along with horns that bend back along my scalp, my other one which is less common for me to morph into is my true form, I become feral, I have the ability to stand on my hind legs but prefer not too. I’m also significantly larger in that form, I become around 6ft tall and I have the fur of that of a long haired cat but, my short tail remains along with my horns.

Patryk on the other hand is a vampire, which is why before I have to make it my best interest to go around the house and dim all the lights so it doesn’t burn pats delicate skin. He too has two separate forms but he can transform into either freely, there’s his humanoid form and his bat form. Whenever he seeks warm in the winter he’ll often switch into his bat form and cuddle himself between the crease of my neck.

The worst part about these full moon events is that the effects of us turning can last up to days until we switch back to normal. Usually I have to check up on pats stalk of animal blood, no matter how much I offer him my own he refuses. He even sleeps in an opposite room to mine to make sure he doesn’t get tempted. Whenever I wake up during the night to go to the bathroom I often wander into his room to see how’s he’s doing and if he’s awake.

That leads me to tonight, me and pat had plans to cuddle on the couch and watch a movie or show together, he loves competitive cooking shows where atleast one of the cooks starts crying cause the ravioli isn’t prepared quick enough. I heard slight wimpers come from upstairs in our bedroom bathroom. I left it be for a minute or two before the wimpers became more severe and exaggerated. I stood up and swiftly went up the stairs to where Patryk was, when I peered in the crack of the door I could see tears breaching his eyes as blood was dripping from his right fang. I smoothly opened the door and then the tears started pouring. He kept trying to speak but I grabbed his hands and hushed him, the sooner I can look into his mouth and identify the problem the quicker I can calm him down. Gazing into his mouth i discover the spurs in his right tooth were stuck, I gently moved my hand up to his jaw so I could position his head in the dim light, one of the small spurs were fractured and bent oppositely so it couldn’t slide back into the tooth. The blood must’ve been coming from the blood slushy thingy he was eating. He’ll make these juice pack type contraptions that contain animal blood, sometimes raw chunks of beef, and he’ll freeze it ever so slightly so it gives his throat a cool off. I went to touch his fang with my finger to see if there was anyway I would feel for a break/crack, he quickly shifted his head proving he was uncomfortable so I put my hand down

“,,Paul it hurts so much,,, I don’t know what I did,, I was just poking holes in the lid of a Gatorade cap,, I do it all the time I dunno,,,,” he whimpered through tears with a slight lisp due to him being too physically uncomfortable to close his mouth or to make contact with the spur.

He pulled away from me gently and pressed the back of his hand up to his mouth as a way to shield it from the air whenever he’d breathe in. He has extremely sensitive teeth and the spur being out did not help. I got closer to him and wrapped my arms around him pulling him into an awkward hug as to sooth him. He wrapped his free arm around my shoulders and nealt down to my level to let me have a better look.

…

“Would we be able to cut it off? Or to break it off further..?”

“Nn,,no paul, it hurts I can’t,, i dunno what to do,, I’m sorry”

“It’s alright hun, really, what if I bent it back in place with tweasers. Sure it’d hurt but it’d do until we could get someone to check it out for you”

“Uhhm,, you can try but please be gentle,,”

“I’ll try my best dear you go and sit on the bed, I’ll go get the tweasers you use for your eyebrows. I feel like they’d work better then normal ones cause they got the rubber thingys on the end”

“Don’t forget to sterilize them”

“Of course honey”

I went to our main upstairs bathroom and located his tweasers that had rubber ends to them. I got the peroxide and a cotton swab and proceeded to the bedroom. Pats tears stopped but they left his face stained. While I laid the stuff on the bed I cupped patryks head in my hand, as I wiped his stained tears with my thumb I proceeded to kiss his forehead. I sat down next to him and gestured him to scoot over in my lap. As he did so I adjusted myself, I wrapped my arm around his lower back and waiting for him to give me the go ahead to start. He wrapped his left arm around my torso and leaned into me.

I gestured for him to open his mouth, on further inspection It looked as if the spur was going to let go if I tried to bend it all. Respecting pats wishes I took the tweezers and gently squished the spur causing liquid to eject out for them, it’s a venom of sorts but is only harmful when it has direct contact to whom ever he tries to take blood out of. It looked as if I had it bent in fully but I wasn’t sure. I took my thumb and gently pressed my nail up against it to see if it would retract out of reflex. It did. At this point pat has been gripping my lower back with his eyes pinned shut. I nudged his chin with the knuckle on my index finger as to guide his mouth shut. He paused for a second and moved his tongue around as I slid my hand his back rubbing it gently. He gently kissed my forehead and stood up.

“I’m gonna go get something to snack on, probably something cold. But I’ll meet you on the couch babes.” Patryck said them after clearing his throat

“Okay honey, let me know if it gets out of wack again, I’ll go down and put on a show. Do you want me to put on popcorn or anything?”

“Sure!! I’ll meet you there!”

I wandered down to the living room and put a bag of popcorn in the microwave. I walked over and turned on the tv and put on some competitive cooking show. Pat practically ran down stairs and gave me a giant hug. I shifted around in his grasp and hugged him back. He started kissing my forehead so I tilted my head up and started kissing his jawline.

“Paul I completely forgot, do you know what tomorrow is??”

“Uhmmm,,,, our anniversary-? Or is it the next day? Cause I think I’m working both days”

“Whhaaatt!? No, I had things planned for us tomorrow. I ha-“

“I mean I can just call in sick. I’d much rather spend my day with you then anyone else”

“I hope they let you take the day off honey. I have so much planned. I think you’re really gonna like your anniversary gift!”

“I think you’ll like what I got for you too, you’ve been wanting one for awhile. But tomorrow around my break for lunch I gotta go by myself somewhere to get it”

“Yknow Paul that’s ironic cause I’m the morning I gotta go and obtain yours aswell. What show did you put on?”

“One of the cooking shows you like, the one where they cook on a limit and then get judged by so called ‘professionals’”

“Oooo”

I walked over to the microwave to remove the bag of now popped corn, still interested in a conversation

“So how did you get your spur out of place anyways? I thought you had one of those juice meat pack thingys”

“ I was stabbing holes in the lid of gateroade bottle and my spurs came out. Usually I can just suck them back in my teeth but it got stuck. It hurt so much it’s like a tooth ache after eating somethin too cold but yet sweet? And it was a dull pain all throughout my teeth and jaw?? Don’t forget to wash you hands well too, I wouldn’t want you getting sick from the venom. Oh and yeah I did have the meat pack thing, but I had it all gone before I started chewing up the Gatorade lid”

“Ohhh ok I got you now, I was confused cause I thought you may of had a chill in your gums from the ice. Do you want me to put one of those over on the coffee table? “

“Yeah sure, I’m gonna dim the lights my skin burns”

“Alrighty”

I walked over to the couch with the bowl of popcorn and pats glorified juice packs. I lid down on the couch and shifted pat on top of me. He lid with his stomach touching mine, he later got cold and proceeded to pull his weighted blanket on top of us. Our night slowly came to an end once we both feel asleep.

#eddsworld #eddsworld Paul #eddsworld patryck #ew Paul #ew patryck #paultryk #ew paultryk #ew headcanons #fluff #oneshot

[movedtodykedvonte]

Fic writing asks: 1, 13, 33, 72, 74

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike

The moment I start to daydream, I just start writing y'know? Like I try to turn them into a story or parts of a next chap/fic cause that's likely what I'm daydreaming about. So I guess it's the latter but it had to be a real good daydream.

13. Do you listen to music while you write?  If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

It's a bit of a yes and no. Music helps me get motivated but can serve as a distraction if I get too into it. Usually, I listen to certain music to get into a writing mood and then put on background noise or silence to stay focused. I tend to read my fics out loud as I write em.

Right now I'm stuck listening to The Great Gig in the Sky By Pink Floyd (good for angst) and Pork Soda by Glass Animals (generally just the vibe of what I've been writing/thinking about)

33. Is there a specific word count that you hold yourself to/enjoy writing the most?

Ok so I used to do this strictly, that I couldn't stop writing until I hit a word count, sorta to force myself to be as descriptive as possible, but then I started overdoing it and putting too much into one sitting. Now I try to cap off a chapter anywhere between 2500-4500 words. It of course depends on what I'm writing but it's a safe number that doesn't have me fitting like half the story in one chapter of a multi-chapter fic :p

72. What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten?

Ok, it was on my glittergolf fic Good Night Moon, and it was about how the commenter was happy I actually made Monty act like a gator/reptile. Not really aggressive and is sort of slow-moving unless provoked. I live for when people notice the real-life accuracy I put in my fics cause I do it a lot. I try not to make up rules for things that already exist and even try to incorporate them into the fic. I think it's fun to base some aspect of fictional characters in reality and I like when peeps notice it too.

74. Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?

Kinda, it's more so its a fandom I wished I stayed in and was more active in but the fic is def "Tolerance". Not many people remember me from when I wrote dsaf fics, but I had an au and dynamics and I was really proud of this fic for some reason? I think I wrote the story pretty accurately to the game's dialogue and serious moments, so ig that could be it.

No shade to DSaF's depiction of villains but I like when they have just an ounce of something to empathize with or depict how far they fell into their cruel nature. Henry was interesting but I always felt more could've been done if we felt more than just hate for the guy. It was gonna be the first as I slowly like wrote out my au but other than other stand-alone fics, it never happened. I upload the old ones occasionally but haven't really written anything new.

#ask #fic asks #dsaf #to be fair i didn't link tolerence but still #i tend to not link reuploads or I forgrt #the golden ghost