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loveyourownsmiilee · 22 days

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Buddie & Chenford: Interesting Similarities, Pure Coincidence, Or Smart Marketing?

Hello friends!! I’ve been thinking a lot about these two pairings and the actors that play these characters lately. And I just keep thinking about similarities I’ve noticed both with the actors and the characters. So I went on a deep dive and uncovered some things that were eye opening and eyebrow rising. Again these are all things I’ve just found to be suspiciously similar and made me really side eye everything that we’ve seen and everything that’s yet to come. I’m simply sharing my findings and once again leaving you to come to your own conclusions. I’m not trying to force any specific opinion onto anyone, simply sharing some things I found to be very similar and suspicious. These are my thoughts and I’m just sharing them. Take what you will from this please.

In this post I will be discussing a lot about certain people so I wanted to make a quick introduction to them:

Eric Winter who plays Tim Bradford

Melissa O’Neil who plays Lucy Chen

Oliver Stark who plays Evan Buckley

Ryan Guzman who plays Eddie Diaz

Alexi Hawley, The Rookie’s show runner

Tim Minear, 9-1-1’s show runner

The similarities I’ve uncovered far surpass what we’ve seen of the characters on the show. There have been some parallels with Chenford and Buddie and sure I will discuss that briefly. But I’m mainly going to focus on the behaviors of the actors portraying them.

The one obvious difference as of right now between the two pairings is that Chenford is currently an established couple, whereas Buddie is still considered to be platonic.

But before Chenford became a thing, they had a huge fan base who would ship the two characters heavily because of their natural chemistry on and off the screen. Early on, the characters started as mentor/mentee type where Bradford was Chen’s Sargent and partner while she was a rookie in the LAPD. Kind of like Buck and Eddie but only in the sense where they’re partners at work even though Eddie was technically a probie his first year!

Alexi gave many interviews in the beginning how he didn’t think there’d ever be a time they’d persue a romantic relationship between those two characters regardless of the magic they brought onto the show. He did emphasize that they had a specific dynamic and that it’s mostly come from the actors chemistry.

Now why do I mention this? Because Tim has been very back and forth about Buddie. In the beginning he too would talk about their chemistry and dynamic but wouldn’t confirm or deny if things would become romantic.

Both Alexi and Tim had been asked questions on whether or not Chenford and Buddie would become anything more. And in the earlier years, both showrunners would stick to explaining how the chemistry these four had was very palpable and something they hadn’t foreseen. And that neither showrunner would stop writing specific scripts to prevent that intimacy and chemistry from flourishing.

Recently though, both their tones have changed. Both Alexi and Tim have made it known that they want to keep exploring the dynamic/relationship the characters have on the show.

Alexi:

Tim:

In an interview during season 3, Oliver mentioned how Tim doesn’t really anticipate how certain scenes he writes will come into fruition because of the chemistry between Ryan and Oliver.

So basically even though neither relationship was originally in the plans, the showrunners couldn’t account for the beautiful natural chemistry between their actors. And once the stories started rolling out, they couldn’t help that their viewers started seeing a deeper bond then what was intended.

Joint Press Tours

As we know, Oliver and Ryan have been going on this press tour together to promote this season of 9-1-1. And a lot of their interviews really hone in on the Buddie relationship. Well Eric and Melissa also went on a press tour before the season their characters got together romantically. It’s interesting because they went on similar talk shows as Ryan and Oliver and even got asked similar questions.

One important thing to mention is the love for the fans all four of these actors have. They’re always mentioning their respective fan base who without our love and support, wouldn’t have such a lovely coupling on a show so many people watch. Here’s a little video of all four of them mentioning their fans and how without us they wouldn’t be able to do what they do.

This next thing is probably nothing but I just found it a little interesting because both of those relationships had an article dedicated to their respective timelines.

Now I don’t see articles such as this for any other friendship on either show. Nor have I seen one recently for any of the established couples. But there was a deliberate reason they created one for Buck and Eddie. And that happened to be something they also did with Tim and Lucy when they became a couple. So I just find this interesting and somewhat suspicious.

The Actors Thoughts Matter Too

Throughout the years, all four actors have been asked endlessly about their thoughts on their characters’ relationships. And I would say they’ve always somewhat varied. Like in the beginning, it’s really blatantly obvious that all four actors were adamant about what a great friendship it was and it was pretty much mostly platonic. But all four of them were also on board should things take a romantic turn. Instead of posting pictures, I’m just going to insert a few quotes from each of them.

Eric Winter: “Whether it's deeper friendship or whether it's going to be love, whatever the case is, she's not his typical rookie.” In the same article he mentioned how he “was on board with it” should it go in the romantic direction. (x)

Melissa O’Neil: “At that point, [the chatter] was really happening online, and we thought for sure that maybe there was subtext…We were asking [Hawley]: 'Is this a true confession that she's masking as a thing?' And he goes, 'No, it's not. This is a joke.' So I don't know when it clicked. But I was surprised because even at that point, it was not a thing." (x)

Ryan Guzman: “If the fans want to go there with it, it’s cool. I mean, we see all the memes, we see all the things that are posted on Instagram and you know I’m all for it.” (x)

Oliver Stark: “If somebody watches the show and that is what they read into it then I’m all for it. I’m so yes so wherever it goes I’m happy to go with it.” (x)

It’s always a good thing for any ship that the actors portraying them are on board and can see the potential of a romance brewing. It also stems from having that raw natural chemistry with your on screen partner which both pairs have. It makes it easier to come off on screen and that’s what grabs the audience’s interest.

I mean there’s a lot more articles and a simple Google search can bring you to them. I personally think this is already long enough but we all pretty much know that the actors love these characters and would be alright with them being in romantic relationships. We’ve already gotten Chenford and with the similarities we’ve seen and may continue to see, I think Buddie is on the same track to becoming canon too. Especially considering they’re now on the same network and have similar publicity strategies being implemented.

Buddie & Chenford Parallels:

The final thing I’m going to bring up will be the similar storylines or scenes we’ve gotten on both shows that heavily parallel one another. If Buddie, a non canon pairing is mirroring a couple that also started off as partners and are now a romantic couple, then it’s very reasonable to think they’ll become romantic too.

Instead of actually posting gifs, I’m going to attach beautifully created gifsets that already show all four characters paralleling one another.

Here’s a lovely gifset by @lover-of-mine that’s a bit angsty.

Here’s another one where one tells the other they’re newly single haha. Made by @livelovecaliforniadreams

A shooting parallel made by @halsteadsass 😭

And if you just need a GREAT summary of every other moment that’s heavily paralleled, then it’s all here by the lovely @livelovecaliforniadreams!!!

One last thing to keep in mind is that yes Eric and Melissa really started promoting season 5 before it aired. And that was ultimately the season they pretty much got together. The same season in which both of their characters were actually dating other people. And I made a little comparison of stills that were similar to a current possible storyline we would get with Buddie. Not necessarily saying Eddie and Tommy are going to be a thing. But the whole jealousy aspect is very similar in these pictures lol.

Anyways if you’ve taken the time to fully get to the end, thank you so much! Again this is just something that’s been driving me wild because I’m seeing too many similarities and I wanted it all put together. I will reference where I gathered my info down here. If you have any questions, my ask box is always open 💜

Chenford References: (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

Buddie References: (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

#buddie #chenford #911 on abc #the rookie #Oliver stark #ryan guzman #Eric winter #melissa o'neil #911 cast #the rookie cast #tim minear #alexi hawley #buddie meta #chenford meta #long post

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bonkalore · 1 month

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This is older now from last year at some point, but I didn't post!! I still have been figuring out their tournament uniforms, but these are the general designs I've been going with for now where they can customize the accent colors at least. Jayce and Lucy are NOT friends at this point really, let alone romantically involved, but he still has been crushing a bit on Lucy and is misinterpreting her waving at Cyprus as her waving at him and now he feels like a dumbass, womp.

I hadn't shared any size comparison of Cyprus, but just want you all to know he is about 9ft tall lmao. And also can form legs! Merpeople are able to do this, but it's sort of a skill to hone, and most don't see the point bc they don't really likely interacting with the surface. But he's an ambassador and it's kind of part of his job, so he's pretty used to it personally.

#Daniel Spellbound #Lucy Santana #Jayce Chinda #Cyprus Polaris #Bleeding Magic AU #merman #size difference #giant tiny #demon #monster human romance #my art #don't worry it's not a love triangle so much as they all just end up in a poly open relationship thing lol #the only love triangles I accept is when they're all holding hands #both Jayce and Lucy are SO thirsty for him #it works out

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tokkias · 9 months

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something something, wrote this at 2am while screaming. enjoy. ao3

If there’s one thing Natsu knows, it’s how to fluster Lucy. He knows all the right strings to pluck and all the correct buttons to push to turn her cheeks to cherries. It’s a skill he’s honed over the years, and he makes liberal use of it. Lucy, on the other hand, is not so fond.

He’s been at her all day, teasing her, poking her, doing whatever he can to elicit some type of reaction for his own amusement. By the time they’re back at her apartment, Lucy’s cooled off a little—no longer short-fused and ready to lose her temper at the flick of a switch. If anything, she’s curious.

Natsu is an enigma to her. He’s weird, like no one else she’s ever met or will meet, so sometimes she likes to probe him, figure out just what it is that is going on inside his head. When she asks him why he insists on teasing her like this, she shouldn’t be surprised by the answer she gets.

"Because it’s funny."

Though it frustrates her in the moment, she supposes she gets it.

It makes her think back on all the times she’s teased him just to get a reaction. He’s not as reactive as her, and she can count the number of times she’s goaded a significant one from him on one hand. She recalls the few times it has happened quite vividly, holding them close to her chest with pride. As they replay in her mind, there’s one thought that sticks out.

"You know, you’re kind of cute when you blush," Lucy observes.

"What? No, I’m not," Natsu spits back. "I’m not cute, and I don’t blush."

Both of those statements, in Lucy’s eyes, are wholly untrue. She’s not entirely sure what comes over her in that moment, but a wave of confidence washes over her, and suddenly she sees her chance to get back at him for every time he’s ever teased her.

"Oh yeah?" She says in teasing tone.

"Yeah," he replies, though any conviction he might have had before wavers, and she can hear it in his voice.

Even if she had missed it, the way he diverts his eyes for a split second tells her that he knows that she’s about to subject him to whatever she thinks is going to prove her point. She hasn’t even done anything, but she can practically feel the way his mind is racing based on the way his face seems to heat up, red hot.

For as well as she knows him, ways to make Natsu blush is not exactly a mental list she has on hand. It’s something she’s only seen a handful of times, and she’s never exactly made a mental note of the cause—something she is quickly beginning to regret as she lacks the immediate ammunition.

There is one thing she knows for sure, and that is that Natsu is a guy, and as much as he likes to pretend that he’s uninterested in the opposite sex, she knows better. She’s seen his lingering looks; she’s aware of the way his gaze flicks down to her chest when he thinks she’s not looking, and there is not one single innocent reason why he would be going through her panty drawers as often as he does. With that in mind, she has a pretty good idea of what is going to fluster him beyond belief.

Not lingering on her theory for much longer, Lucy puts her plan into action, and before Natsu has a chance to piece together what’s going on, Lucy has already thrown her leg over his and made herself comfortable in his lap.

To her credit, it works a charm.

With a gentle smile, she slips her arms over his shoulders, letting them hang there as though it were the most casual thing in the world.

Her sweet smile and casual demeanour are completely juxtaposed by the look of absolute terror that has made its way onto Natsu’s face. She’s not sure she’s ever seen him look this horrified, and she does nothing to stop the laugh that she lets out upon seeing it.

"What’s wrong?" She coos, fluttering her lashes in an attempt to milk this moment for all it’s worth.

"Nothin’s wrong!" He sputters out, but his defensive words are betrayed by his everything else.

She can tell he’s torn between needing to look at her and needing to look anywhere but her, and she’s certain she’s officially taken the title of the first person to make Natsu Dragneel flustered beyond belief.

"Geez, I didn’t think it’d be this easy," she muses.

It’s partly to tease him, partly to remind him that she won their little game, but there’s a part of her words that’s genuine. This is her big bad Natsu, practically melting into a puddle of goo beneath her, and she hardly had to do anything. She had at least expected to have to work for it, but he folded immediately.

She takes a moment to revel in it. She doesn’t say anything; she doesn’t take the moment to tease him a little more; she’s fully content to watch him squirm beneath her.

They’ve known each other a long time; they’ve been attached at the hip practically since the day they met, and Lucy has never seen him like this. It does good things to her ego to know that she has this kind of power over him.

By this point, his face is beet red, and she can feel the heat emanating off of him, and she’s almost certain that it’s warmer than usual. Just as she’s about to make a comment, he cuts her off, but his words are no more than a messed-up mumble that Lucy is certain she couldn’t comprehend even if she had Natsu’s hypersensitive hearing.

"What was that?"

"I said…" He pauses for a moment to collect himself. His eyes flick away from her, as though he can’t look her in the eye when he’s speaking to her. Taking in a deep breath, Natsu finally says, "I said you look really pretty."

Now, it’s her turn to blush.

Going into this, Lucy could have thought up a million different things he could have said. About half of them involved him commenting on her appearance, but none like that. He’s never genuine or sentimental; he’s never complimented her appearance beyond a half-hearted thumbs-up after a few minutes of her nagging, but now all of a sudden, he’s calling her pretty.

Really pretty.

At first, she thinks he’s being facetious, that this is his cruel way of making fun of her, but even when she herself gets flustered, he doesn’t take the chance to poke at her like he usually does. He’s not even looking at her. He’s treating her like she’s the sun—too bright to look at directly, so he has to admire her only in his peripheral vision.

Her heart is racing. It’s pumping so fast that she genuinely fears that it’s going to jump straight out of her throat.

Her issue isn’t helped when she suddenly notices just how close they are. She doesn’t recall getting this close to him, but here they are, chest to chest, and she’s certain that he can feel the thump of her heartbeat through their clothes.

Suddenly, what was just a little bit of teasing between friends feels like a lot more than that, and Lucy, not knowing how to deal with those thoughts and feelings, needs to get out of there. Now.

With a murmured apology, she attempts to leave his lap but is stopped in her tracks when she realises that his hands, which once hung lazily over the back of the couch, are now planted firmly on her hips, keeping her in place.

"No, don’t leave," he breathes out. "I like this."

Her breath catches in her throat, and she doesn’t know how to respond.

She doesn’t know how to describe the way she feels right now other than feeling like a puzzle piece locked into place in her heart. He’s hardly even said anything, but it feels like he’s said so much.

After being stuck in the void of something more than friends for so long, Lucy had simply resigned herself to the fact that that’s what they would always be—something a little more than friends, but nothing more than that, but now Natsu has thrown a wrench into everything she thought she understood about their relationship.

Typical.

He called her pretty; he held her hips; he wants her in his lap.

Lucy knows better than anyone that Natsu is not dumb. He’s not dense, he’s not stupid, he knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s just waiting for her to respond.

She grasps at whatever words pass her mind by, but nothing seems to stick. Instead, she sits there, gaping like an absolute moron, as if she wasn’t the one who initiated this whole ordeal. In her state, there’s only one word that she manages to muster out.

"Okay."

Deciding there’s no use fighting it, Lucy releases all of the tension she was holding and lets herself relax. In turn, Natsu’s hands fall from her hips to rest on her thighs, and it’s strange, but she’s never felt more content.

He’s not blushing anymore—well, he is, but certainly not to the extent he was before. It’s like he’s given into his position and to the fact that he’s just admitted something Natsu would never, ever say to her before now. He’s finally gained the courage to look her in the eye, and though Lucy prides herself on being able to read him, he’s so lost within her own thoughts and feelings that she can’t even begin to process the emotions flickering behind his eyes.

"Hey, I’m gonna do something weird," he warns, with a slight frown adorning his features.

His warning does little to let her know what’s about to happen. In fact, it confuses her and catches her off guard, so she’s not at all prepared when she feels his hand cradling her jaw and his lips against her own. It happens so fast that she doesn’t even have a chance to kiss him back, let alone figure out what was going on.

Yeah, that certainly was weird.

First, he says she’s pretty; then he’s holding her in his lap; now he’s kissing her, all of his own volition.

She’s not sure if she knew all of this would happen if she would have sat in his lap earlier or not at all.

What she does know is that deep down, she likes it—in fact, it’s not deep down. It’s so surface-level that she’s certain Natsu can read it on her face, and deciding there’s no point in hiding it anymore, she grabs his face and returns the favour with her lips on his because she's certain that once would never be enough.

#nalu #nalu day #fanfiction #fan fiction #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #mya writes things #christ on a bike

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theflyindutchwoman · 6 months

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I'm a cop. I was standing this close to the guy. Okay? Right across from him, and I never saw him coming. But she did, though. She- Some part of her didn't feel right about this whole thing. She hesitated. And I-I pushed her right at him.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 2.11 - Day of Death

This is such a small scene, easily overshadowed in an episode that is filled with so many great moments… But I love how it provides some insight into Tim's state of mind. He's usually so good at compartmentalising his feelings and emotions to focus on the job… unless it gets too personal, like with Isabel. Or here, when they realise that Lucy has been kidnapped… The way he's growing more desperate and agitated by the minute… He's feeling powerless and working the tip line is not helping at all. If anything, it frustrates him even more. Tim, at his core, is a man of action and this is particularly evident here, where he's itching to kick something. Anything. A sentiment that is all too reminiscent of the time he punched a wall after Isabel's overdose. He manages to rein it in a bit, but barely, thanks to Angela… She's trying so hard to be present for him, to be the voice of reason, but she's also going through her own issues. She can't hide her worry though. For Lucy, of course. And for Tim… It's hard to believe that seeing him like this wouldn't trigger some memories for her, of how he used to be after Isabel's disappearance. But most of all : she knows him. She knows he called her for more than just looking for Lucy, that something is weighing on his mind and that he needs to unburden himself.

The guilt he's feeling is so palpable, so tangible when he's remembering and retelling his last moments with Lucy. The cracks in his voice… The tears in his eyes… It's eating at him. The way he's rewriting history too, feels so real and authentic : guilt can make you reinterpret facts, question every little things you've said and done, and this is what he's doing here. He didn't necessarily push her towards Caleb : his advice to go out and have a drink or two with another human being was actually sound. And Lucy wasn't particularly hesitant either : the reason she wanted to go home was because she was exhausted after the day they had, not because she was suspicious. But that doesn't stop him from feeling responsible.

The way his voice breaks a little when he admits he never saw Caleb coming… I think that's the most unforgivable part for him. That he failed her, as a cop, as her TO, and as a friend. He drilled into her the importance of 'cop eyes', that her default mode should be suspicion… Only he didn't see anything that alarmed him (besides not liking the guy and acting a bit jealous). That's why he's beating himself up so hard : in his mind, he should have seen something… he should have prevented all of this… And what hurts him even more is that he firmly believes that he overrode her instincts. The very ones he helped her hone. He spent months testing her, teaching her to trust herself and stop second-guessing herself. To be more confident. That was the whole point of her Plain Clothes Day. That's what makes it worse for him : that she valued his own opinion over hers and that led to her kidnapping. And that's why it will be so important for Lucy to set the record straight later… why he will be so touched that despite everything, his opinion is the one that matters to her the most. That she never blamed him.

And lastly, it says absolutely everything that Tim's behaviour in this episode has been paralleled later by Wesley and Angela, a married couple. Tim went feral and threatened to pull a guy inside out if he didn't give him an information that could lead to Lucy while Wesley promised to have a guy tortured if he harmed Angela… And here, Tim wanted to kick some doors, refusing to just sit there and do nothing, which is pretty much what Angela said to the Feds when Wesley was taken hostage… It was always more than 'just' guilt driving him...

#the rookie #chenford #chenfordedit #lucy chen #tim bradford #angela lopez #2.11 #The rookie Feds : 1.08 #Anatomy of a scene - Chenford Edition

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thegoatsongs · 9 months

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Now that we know that Mina loves history and local myths and legends and spooky stories, I remembered something from Jonathan's very first entry (May 3):

I shall enter here some of my notes, as they may refresh my memory when I talk over my travels with Mina...

He follows this by talking about what he's learned so far about the four main nationalities and geography of Transylvania, that he read that "every known superstition" is gathered into the horseshoe of the Carpathians, and notes: (Mem., I must ask the Count all about them.)

Mina meanwhile writes in her first letter that her own journal will be

a sort of journal which I can write in whenever I feel inclined. I do not suppose there will be much of interest to other people; but it is not intended for them. I may show it to Jonathan some day if there is in it anything worth sharing, but it is really an exercise book. I shall try to do what I see lady journalists do: interviewing and writing descriptions and trying to remember conversations.

So they both start their respective journals for different reasons. Mina starts her journaling because she wants 1. to hone new skills 2. to practice her shorthand 3. to do so to become a good secretary for Jonathan. She claims it's To Be Of Service to her future husband and she's totally not enthusiastic to also indulge in it as a hobby. So the goal behind it is practicality and work and duty. Jonathan's journal though has nothing to do with work or with learning new skills. He began writing it because he wanted to use it to share his travel and everything he learned during it with Mina when he'd return home. Mina notes she might show it to Jonathan someday if there'll be anything noteworthy, but it's not her priority.

But both of them begin journaling with their minds focused on their partner: Mina wants her cultivated skills from this "exercise book" to become helpful to Jonathan, and Jonathan wants to share the experiences, recipes, facts, and supernatural tales he's gathered with Mina, who (as she's told Lucy) dreams of traveling someday.

#dracula daily #jonathan harker #mina murray #dracula #jonmina #dracula documents #anyway. them.

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bloodybigwardrobe · 1 year

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it’s a cruel fate, to be a child-yet not-but still. a fate of mounting dread, of hurdles long passed, of body prisons and cracking voices. a fate worse than death, in their eyes.

the first time lucy feels herself well up over something her true self had long since moved above, she freezes, then sobs for hours. “we’re not just trapped,” she cries into peter’s chest, her hands too small where they bunch in his entirely wrong clothes. “it’s not just a cage. it’s torture.” it leaves her bereft, stuck with overflowing eyes and a voice that can no longer carry the songs of her heart like it ought to. it wavers, veers off course like the leaves that wilt above her head. to be a child once more, without her hard-won maturity, without long-honed control of emotions and their display. it aches. to be kicked out and left with growing pains one thought long past.

she doesn’t hide it from the others, holds on tight to keep them together as the world spins them dry. it stains her hands with salt water and ash, but edmund clings right back to bury his head in her shoulder and reach out a helping hand in turn. it hurts to look at him, to look at all of them so far from what they should be, but she keeps her eyes open defiantly.

edmund falls down the stairs and stares at his bruised knee with unknowing eyes. there are no scars that reach up to his knee, no long line of white marking his shin. just a scrape and red skin, marring unblemished skin as though only starting its history now. it jars him, opens the deep well of wrong that he pushed aside in favour of readjustment. he looks down on a blank page, empty of the memories pushing against his skull every hour of the day. there is no proof, he thinks with shaking hands, no proof of the life they lived. a truth he had known already, somewhere, but never sunk in to this extent. he is a book unwritten, with ink trying to push through paper from the inside without success.

they’ve been robbed of not just their bodies, but their history, so he sits down with gritted teeth to capture what they’ve lost in words, if nothing else. susan looks at him with eyes slowly losing their gentle smile and his pen scrapes illegible lines on empty pages.

susan finds herself with her forehead down on her papers, her hands pulled up against her chest as she breathes through the itching need for tears. The ink is misshapen below her, letters looping all wrong. Her hands shake with unlearned skills, uncalloused, unwilling to help her keep their true home between her fingers. It’s cruel, she pleads silently, to not just drop them back into a country that no longer understands them, that their minds no longer fit, but take everything they’ve learned and gone through along with it—returned to clothes and skin far too small, without memories of all they had become. she fears to test the strength of her grip, of her arms, loathes to find a weak back unused to carrying responsibility or drawing a bow. to find herself truly without all that brought her joy.

she curls her hair the same way, even when the strands fall strangely and her hands tremble through it all. it looks nothing like it ought to, but she will find a way. behind her, she watches peter leaning too-thin shoulders against the notches on the doorframe, his too-round jaw set in anger. susan’s hair feels empty in her unmarred hands.

peter doesn’t remember what it was that set him off, but here he is, curled up in the bathroom with a kitchen knife clattering to the floor as he pulls at his own hair. he knows he can’t use the knife, that this is an impulse born out of the horrible itching wish to dig through this ill-fitting child body to find himself again, to find where it all had gone. his voice cracks when he curses and it only makes things worse, to find himself without the roar, without the rumble in his chest. there is no king to find within the pulpy mess inside his ribs, no hand to grasp and pull himself inside out so that the world may be right once more. there is no labyrinth or pit to unearth a now unlived life from, no golden age hidden behind his rushing blood. he can’t fix this.

when lucy picks the lock and his siblings pile in, peter can feel a thin trickle of blood make its way into his brow. susan cradles his hands in hers and sighs at his bloodied nails. edmund looks at him with understanding and deep, purpling bags under his eyes that make peter sob all over again. it’s all wrong, he tells them through his tears, he should have been able to protect them from the horror their lives have become.

lucy, the discarded knife now in hand, tells him with a teary smile that he is not all gone, the complex of a hero king still alive every time he speaks. it’s bleak comfort for them all, but they take it where they can.

#narnia #chronicles of narnia #the pevensies #lucy pevensie #edmund pevensie #susan pevensie #peter pevensie #mywriting #so im back on my usual rambles :3

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nikosamaki · 2 years

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When your bra is exposed and they see it:

Warnings: Female MC, Sub!Reader

Lucifer:

For a moment, he widened his eyes and then narrowed them –he’s kinda shocked due to what he saw (How CAREFREE are you!). To say the truth, he IS really enjoying of what he sees!! (Now I’m sure he IS a pervert… But not in hopeless way). He doesn’t even bother himself to tell you that: “Ahem… Your traps are shown, dear” :/ -the thing is, if any of his brothers was there and they could see it by any chance, he’ll hide them on his own Instead of telling you to do it!!!! (He is the man of LIFE).

Anyway, he bends his neck and whispers in your ear: “Naughty girl… Need any kind of ATTENTION?” *Smirks 😏 * (Bloody hell… YES!)

Mammon:

He will get a heart attack –for no reason or I don’t know the reason - and his face is like this: 😲🤯 (Give him some rights😂… He still doesn’t get used to things like that; God knows what would he react when you both are in A bed). However he’s blushed, he’ll put his jacket on your shoulders and button it up (For God’s sake, why he didn’t just warned you or more juicy… didn’t HIDE them just like what Luci did????). For being ensure that it won’t happen AGAIN in front of his brothers, he goes everywhere you go –like a dog which is protecting his owner.

Levi:

(Please be cautious when you’re around him, because he’s even WORSE THAN Mam in this things… I just can say God BLESS you!) He’s freezed and stares at your shoulders badly –just like a REAL pervert- on the other hand, he CANNOT believe that one of the scenes in his anime is happening RIGHT NOW!!! IN FRONT OF HIM!!.

Well he tries to act like the character in the anime but……….… He FUCKED up☺ (Don’t ask me HOW, because I’m pretty sure that you imagined it). Last words, Hopelessly in Love with Someone Hopeless 😔😓.

Satan:

He stares at you gracefully and lets his imagination makes some GOOD scene –the scene that WILL happen in a few minutes later, he always plans for EVERYTHING (Man… That’s a bit scary). If no one was there, he’d pull you in a room –his room, of course; so there is no disturbing factor- but if it was someone, he’d do what Luci did –after all Father and Son look alike.

Asmo:

From the beginning that he saw it, he smiled weirdly and just stares –like this emoji: “🤭”. But the difference is, he doesn’t mind if his brothers see it as well -it seems so- unlike his elder brothers!!

If he found that you’re alone, he’ll tease you with it or says: “Hone, your bra is seducing me and makes me REALLY want to (Censored) ❤”. Not worry, he is NOT as much dangerous as Luci & Satan are; furthermore, he NEVER done what Levi did 😂 –he’s much better than him.

Beel:

Just told you that something under your clothes was obvious, he didn’t even think about anything hot or ELSE!! –he was busy with making some food for himself (I don’t know why I’m writing about twins yet :/ ).

Belphie:

He’s worse than Beel. Doesn’t care about it or what if his brothers see it; on the other hand, he prefers SLEEP rather than YOU :///// (Wanna cry? Feel free).

(I take BACK my last words that I said about Levi –poor him- and relate it to twins).

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Blorbocore Activities for Dracula Characters

Jonathan:

Treat yourself to a cup of tea at the aerated bread company. Or, you know, a modern cafe. Or just at home.

Write your significant other’s name over and over in glitter gel pen. Shorthand optional

Appreciate a scenic vista. Write it down in the most flowery purple prose you can manage

Try a new food. Bonus points if it’s spicy.

Choose vengeance.

Mina:

Write in ink or on a typewriter. Try shorthand for bonus points

Find a cool graveyard to chill in. Old man with an indecipherable accent is optional

Memorize something random, just for kicks

Similarly, adopt or hone a skill that could come in handy one day, but is otherwise just some fun tidbit

Be an unapologetically goth queen

Arthur:

Hang out with your pets!

Take a leaf out of his dating notebook (fishing, tennis, outdoorsy stuff)

Finally let your emotions overcome you and express them by sobbing inconsolably onto your sister-by-choice’s shoulder

Tell people you value how you feel about them, but phrase it in the context of their imminent demise

Dress up nice for no real reason

Jack:

Record an audio diary or “podcast” of your day. Imitate people’s voices to the best of your ability.

Stare melodramatically into the middle distance, ideally looking pensively into the sunset

Is there something you can spend hours doing and never get bored? Do it. Now.

Learn a few Latin phrases to sprinkle into your conversations

Listen to emo music.

Quincey:

Have a campfire to roast marshmallows and spin yarns around

Put on your most exaggerated cowboy voice and talk slang for the day.

Flee from a pack of wolves with your friends

Be the spontaneous friend! Shoot a bat.

Be rootin, be tootin, be shootin, but most of all be kind

Van Helsing:

Do something supportive for your friends if they need a pick-me-up!

Embrace dark comedy. Bow before King Laugh.

Mangle as many metaphors as you can in one conversation. The more times you mention corn, the better.

Read up on mythology and folklore

Try to convince your most skeptical friend that ghosts are real.

Lucy:

Keep a diary in emulation of your Good Friend Mina

Go for an evening stroll.

Have a sleepover with your friends! They can try to stop you from sleepwalking out of the room.

Dye your hair a new color on impulse

Donate blood.

Renfield:

Find a non-aesthetic bug— not a butterfly— and examine it closely

Sing or hum in your room and ignore guests

Debate philosophy.

Jump out a window and run over to bother your neighbor in the dead of night

Absolutely pummel a punching bag, pillow, or psychiatrist.

Dracula:

get hit in the head with a shovel.

#Dracula #dracula daily #Mina Harker #Jonathan Harker #arthur holmwood #jack Seward #quincey morris #Van Helsing #Lucy Westenra #rm renfield

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would it be enough (if i could never give you peace)

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Tim Bradford x Lucy Chen x Tamara Colins

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: everyone at Mid Wilshire knows that Tamara is Tim and Lucy’s daughter. There is only one person who isn’t aware of this, and that is Tamara. Until she gets hurt, that is.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: crying, like lots of it. Car crash, near death experience, fluff, angst with a happy ending. tagging @natashasera

don’t forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.

Tamara loved Tim and Lucy. Ever since they had busted her for stealing Lucy’s car, Tamara had felt safe with them. There were her warmth; the people who cared for, comforted, nurtured, supported and loved her, something she had never felt as a child. Right now, there was nothing Tamara was missing more than the warmth of Tim Bradford and Lucy Chen while she was upside down in her totalled car, hanging on for dear life, just before the world around her went black.

Lucy loved Tamara like her own. She had never had such strong maternal feelings for someone than she did Tamara. She rarely made her angry, she kept her space tidy, and rarely talked back, which had resulted in Lucy rarely feeling upset or frustrated with the teen. But right now, she was frustrated. Tamara was ignoring her messages.

Tamara’s high school had called her; she wasn’t present for morning attendance. This isn’t what frustrated Lucy. What frustrated her was that Tamara was then also absent for 2nd period, and now 3rd.

Lucy knew that Tamara was struggling with her birthday approaching. That meant that the teen would put even more pressure on herself to find a job and move out, which was something Lucy and Tim did not want. They wanted her to know that she was family, and that because she was family, she didn’t have to leave on her 18th birthday, but no matter what she or her boyfriend said to the teen, the words just weren’t getting through to her. And Lucy knew that having stress like that, especially self imposed stress like that wasn’t easy to deal with, but Tamara also knew better than to skip school.

Lucy sighed heavily, looking down at the 5th unanswered text from her teen. She then shoved her phone in her pocket, and stepped out of the shop, walking towards the table between the food trucks that her and Tim always shared. She plopped down next to him, and didn’t greet him, instead she grabbed a few fries and shoved them in her mouth, hoping that she would feel less angry with some food in her system, but it didn’t work.

“What’s going on?” Tim asked. Of course he knew something was wrong, Lucy thought to herself.

“Tamara is skipping class.” She said simply, and Tim shrugged his shoulders.

“She’s a teenager. Teenagers skip school. I did it, and I’m sure that you did too.” He said simply, taking a drink of his pop.

Lucy rolled her eyes, turning to face Tim. “She also isn’t answering any of my texts. Something that she knows to do, even if it’s just an emoji. I know she has a lot on her mind right now, but that doesn’t mean she can ignore me.”

Tim sighed, reaching out, and wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “I know. I know you’re frustrated with her, and that’s okay, but there must be a logical explanation for her not answering. Maybe her phone is dead, or she forgot it at home. She’s not doing it deliberately okay?” Lucy nodded, and she opened her mouth to respond to Tim, but was cut off by Tim’s phone ringing.

He lifted it from the table, and Lucy saw Angela’s name. Tim answered and held it up to his ear.

“Hey.” He said, and Lucy could hear Angela’s voice on the other end, and it sounded concerned. Lucy’s brows furrowed, and she honed in her hearing, trying to pick up what was being said. Tim hung up a moment later, and once again Lucy opened her mouth to speak, but was once again, cut off.

“We have to go back to the station.” Tim said, standing up, and tossing out his garbage from his lunch.

“What’s going on?” Lucy asked, standing up immediately, and following him to her shop, tossing him the keys in the process. Tim opened his door, and made eye contact with Lucy.

“I don’t know, but judging by her tone, it can’t be anything good.”

——

As soon as they pulled up to the station, Angela pulled them inside and into an interrogation room. She sat them both down, and took a deep breath before sitting down across from them.

“What’s going on?” Lucy said, an edge of demanding to her tone.

“Nolan and Juarez responded to an accident a few hours ago.” Angela started slowly. “By the time they arrived on scene, paramedics had gotten the driver out of the vehicle and were preparing to transport to the hospital. Nolan and Juarez took witness statements, and then followed the ambulance to the hospital.” Angela finished, her voice shaking ever so slightly.

Lucy and Tim looked at each other, confused. Why was Angela telling them this, and why did she seem to be on the verge of tears.

Angela took a deep breath, gulping before she spoke again.

“We were unaware of who the victim was until she was being prepped for surgery, and Nolan got a good look at her.”

“Who was it?” Tim asked, and Angela looked down before looking back at the couple.

“It-uh, it was Tamara.”

Lucy felt her heart drop and shatter, and all of her frustration immediately disappear, tears pouring from her eyes with no warning. “N-No,” Lucy whimpered, and she felt Tim immediately wrap her up in his arms. “No, sh- she-“ She gasped, and Tim hugged her tighter, leaning in close.

“It’s okay, baby.” He whispered, hugging her to her chest as she broke down. “I-is she okay?” He asked Angela shakily.

Angela sniffed, wiped away a stray tear. “She’s in surgery, but last I heard she was stable. From Nolan’s once over of her, it appeared she only had a broken leg, but we won’t know the full extent of the damage until she’s out of surgery.”

Tim nodded, finally breaking down, burying his face in Lucy’s hair. “She’s gonna be okay, baby.” Lucy sobbed harder. “C-Can we go see her?” He asked quietly, and Angela nodded immediately.

“Of course. I’ll inform Grey.” She said, wiping her eyes as she stood up. Just before she shut the door behind her, she looked at Tim. “Keep me updated, okay? Doesn’t have to be much, just a quick text. Just so we know she’s okay?”

Tim nodded. “Yeah, yeah of course.”

Angela smiled, and shut the door behind her, and Tim held Lucy even tighter. “She’s strong.” He whispered. “She’s our strong girl. She’ll pull through, and she’s going to be okay.” He said, unsure if he was reassuring Lucy or himself more. Lucy pulled away from his chest, and Tim held her cheeks in his hands.

“I c-can’t lose her,” Lucy whispered. “She’s my baby, I can’t,”

Tim nodded, chin wobbling, a tear falling from his eye. “I know. But like her mom,” Lucy smiled at that. “She’s determined. She doesn’t give up. There is not a weak bone in her body. She’s going to get through this, and she’s going to be okay. Wanna know why?” He asked, and Lucy immediately nodded.

“Because she has you for a mother.” Lucy smiled, more tears streaming from her eyes. “You’ve been to hell and back, and you are the perfect person to help her through this. She’s going to be okay.” He said, and Lucy nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Don’t discredit yourself so much,” Lucy whispered. “You’ve done a lot for her too, you know.” She said quietly. “And you’ve been through a hell of your own, and you survived, which is why you are the perfect person to be her dad. You support her, comfort her, and love her like your own, and thats something she hasn’t had for so long, if at all. You’re right,” Lucy said, taking a deep breath. “She’s strong, and she’ll get through this, because she has us.”

Tim nodded, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Can we go see her now, please?” Lucy asked, and Tim nodded with a smile.

“Yeah, Goosey, we can.”

——

By the time they had changed out and reached the hospital and had found the right ward, the doctor, who just so happened to be Grace, was just speaking to Nolan. They walked up to the pair, and Tim and Lucy immediately interjected.

“How is she?”

“Is she okay?”

Grace smiled, and turned away from John, who raised his hands, and stepped away.

“Your daughter is very lucky. She had some internal bleeding, but it was an easy fix. She also has a broken ankle, but we’ve set it, and it should heal perfectly. She’s just being moved to recovery now, I’ll come and get you two when you can see her, okay?” Grace said, and Lucy nodded.

“Thank you,” She said. “So much.” Grace smiled, touched her elbow briefly, before walking through the double doors behind her.

Tim wrapped Lucy back up in his arms, holding her tight. He bent down, and began whispering in her ear. “I told you she’d pull through.”

Lucy choked out a sob. “I was so scared.” Lucy expressed. “I thought I was going to lose her. I thought that I would never see her again, that I’d never hear her call me Mom, never tell her how much I love her, how important she is to me.”

“I know, baby.” Tim whispered, rocking back and forth slightly. “I know. I was thinking the exact same thing, but know we’ll get a chance to tell her, and to show her how much we love her.”

Lucy looked up, a slight smile on her face. “You were thinking you’d never hear her call you Mom?” She asked playfully, and Tim glared at her, but with no real heat behind it.

“You know what I meant, Boot.” He said, kissing her forehead.

“Not your boot anymore,”

“Maybe on paper, but in my heart you’ll always be my little Boot.”

Lucy slapped him across the chest, and he choked out a laugh just as Nolan walked back up to them, with Juarez beside him.

Tim looked Nolan in the eyes, a serious look on his face. “How bad was it?”

Nolan breathed in through his nose before answering. “It was bad.”

Lucy turned around in Tim’s arms. “How bad?”

“Like ‘I’m-surprised-she-survived’ bad.” Celina answered, and Lucy closed her eyes, breathing deeply, to stop herself from crying again.

“Thank you for being here with her.” Tim said, and the duo nodded.

“Of course. She’s family. There’s no other place we’d be.”

A moment later, Grace came back out through the doors, and walked up to them. “She’s still asleep, but should be awake within the hour.”

“Can we see her?” Tim asked, and Grace nodded immediately.

“Of course, follow me.”

Lucy followed Grace immediately, and Tim followed after nodding at Nolan in thanks. Tim grasped Lucy’s hand as Grace led them through the hallways towards Tamara’s room. “She’s in here. I’ll give you some time.” Grace said, and walked away once Lucy nodded.

Tim squeezed Lucy’s hands, and after a collective deep breath, they entered her room.

“Oh god,” Lucy whispered once she laid her eyes on Tamara. Tamara was laying in the bed, a cannula under her nose, heart rate monitor on her finger, and other various wires in her body, along with an IV with what Lucy assumed was pain medication. Lucy wasted no time in going to her side, and Tim wasn’t far behind, moving around her to stand at Tamara’s head, brushing her hair back and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Lucy grabbed onto her hand, and pulled up a chair. She pressed Tamara’s hand to her cheek and just gazed at her, a million thoughts running through her head. Tim came up beside her, and rested his hand on the back of her neck.

“What’s on your mind?” Tim asked. “And don’t try and lie to me, Lucille.”

Lucy rolled her eyes at his use of her full name. “Don’t call me Lucille.” She snapped, but sighed, and explained. “I was mad at her earlier. I was mad at her, and she was probably terrified. We could have lost her today, and all I cared about at the time was that she was missing school.”

“Luce-“

“I was mad at her over something so stupid, for no reason, too. So what she skipped class? She works so hard she should be allowed to rebel a little bit. I should have realized that it wasn’t like her to not respond to me. I should have driven her to school today, I should have let her stay home-“ Lucy rambled, more tears falling from her eyes.

“Lucy-“

“She didn’t deserve this. She worked so hard to buy this car, and now all her hard work is gone. Her car is totalled, and she’s going to be crushed. She deserves to have a car, to have a safe space with her at school after not having that for so long-“

“Lucy.” Tim said, finally catching her attention. “Baby, you’re rambling, and none if it really makes sense.”

“Sorry.”

“No, no don’t apologize, but you do need to calm down. That’s what she needs right now. She needs her mama to be the cool and collected one, right now, at least. We don’t want her feeling guilty for crashing her car, or her thinking that we’re mad that we had to leave work. She just needs us to show her that we’re here for her, and show her how much we love her.” He said, and Lucy nodded.

“Okay, yeah, you’re right.” She said, and looked up at the ceiling, taking a deep, calming breath.

“And about the car, we can just get her a new one.” He said, and Lucy looked at him like he had 10 heads.

“What?” Lucy exclaimed. “How?”

“With the money I got from selling my father’s house.” He said, shrugging as he did.

“You mean the money that you were saving to buy yourself a new car?” Lucy asked.

“Yeah.” He said. Lucy shook her head in disbelief at him. “Look, Luce.” He explained. “The car I wanted was just that, a want. But Tamara just lost her car. The car that takes her to school and back every day, the car that she worked so hard to buy. She needs a car, and I’m willing to use the money to buy her something that she needs instead of something that I wanted.”

“So you’re not gonna be sad every time you see a Tesla, and you’re not going to be singing “That Should Be Me” in your head?” Lucy joked, and Tim rolled his eyes, before grasping Lucy’s chin in his hand, and leaning in.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

Lucy hummed. “Yeah, I do. I’m hilarious.”

Tim and Lucy shared a laugh, and had just started to lean in when Tamara began to move, and make noises. They immediately pulled apart; Tim shot up from his seat and resumed his place by her forehead, rubbing his thumb across her soft skin, while Lucy held on tighter to her hand, and shifted from the chair to the bed beside her leg.

“Mmmm-mm,” Tamara whimpered, and opened her eyes, blinking at the harsh light.

“I’ll go get the doctor, okay, T?” Tim whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead again, before heading out of the room in search of Grace. She nodded, squeezing her eyes closed. She opened her mouth again and attempted to talk again.

“M-ma-“ Tamara said, and Lucy furrowed her brows, confused on what Tamara was trying to say.

“Take your time, baby,” Lucy encouraged, leaning closer.

Tamara’s face crumpled up slightly, and she was finally able to speak, as tears began to stream down her face. “M-mama,” she whisper-cried, and Lucy immediately helped her sit up, and wrapped her up in her arms, a warm feeling spreading through her chest after hearing her call her Mama for the first time. She knew Tamara probably didn’t know what exactly she was saying, but it meant that she saw her as her mom. And Lucy also knew that she needed to lean into it, to show her that she accepts her as her daughter, and that she loves her.

“I’ve got you, baby.” Lucy whispered into her ear. “You’re okay, Mama’s got you.”

“W-where’s D-Dad?” Tamara said, and Lucy smiled, hearing the name, knowing Tim would cry.

“He went to go get Grace,” She explained. “Dr. Grace is just going to make sure that you’re okay, and then as soon as we are able to, me and Dad are going to bring you home, okay?”

Tamara nodded, burrowing her head into Lucy’s neck. Lucy adjusted her position, laying back on the bed, and helping Tamara lay down, resting her head on her chest. Lucy started to play with her hair as Tim walked back in.

“She’s on her way, she got pulled into another surgery, but she said to press the nurse’s station button if anything is wrong.” He said, walking over to the side of the bed, and taking up refuge in Lucy’s previous spot on the bed. He took Tamara’s hand, and rubbed his thumb back and forth. “How are you doing, T?” He asked.

“‘m sorry, Daddy,” Tamara whimpered as she started to cry. Lucy hushed her quietly, her hand traveling down to rub her back. “I crashed the car. I didn’t mean to, I swear-“

Tim leaned forward. “It’s okay, bubba. I’m not mad, neither is Mom. It was just a car.” He soothed.

Lucy smiled, seeing tears in Tim’s eyes. She knew that it was a mixture of being thankful that Tamara was okay, and extreme happiness that Tamara called him dad.

“A car can be replaced.” Lucy explained. “You, however, cannot be replaced.”

“Yeah, bubba.” Tim said, pressing a kiss to her hand. “There’s no replacing our daughter, you know that right?”

“D-Daughter?” Tamara stuttered, and both Tim and Lucy nodded.

“Of course you are. You are so important to us, T. And we want you to know this because we know your birthday is coming up, and that you’re stressed about having to move out, and we want you to know that we want you to stay. Especially after today, we want you where we know you’re going to be safe.” Tim explained.

“You’re our girl,” Lucy said, kissing Tamara’s head. “You’re with us forever, okay?”

“Even when I annoy you?” Tamara asked, a small smile on her face.

Tim laughed. “Especially then.”

#tamara collins #tim bradford #lucy chen #tim bradford x lucy chen #chenford fanfiction #chenford #the rookie #the rookie fanfiction

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Lucky

Shy M!Reader x F!Yandere OC

Part 2~

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!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: M! Reader, Reader has a penis, Reader referred to as he/him, psychological horror/trauma, reader is on meds for night terrors, blood, bdsm, collar use, petnames for reader(good boy, bad boy), pet play, bondage, non con(reader goes along with it but doesn’t actually consent), Lucy has SH scars/wounds, overstim, multiple orgasms scissors ✂️ masochist reader

Anything in red reader isn’t aware of.

Lucy passes you a folded pink piece of paper, her eyes locked onto the board as the professor is teaching.

You unfold it: ty <3

is all it says along with a ton of hearts doodled all over the stationary.

Your face feels hot. She sucked your dick and is now thanking you for it… What do you even think?

What are you supposed to think? or even feel?

You get up at the end of class to leave, but Lucy grabs the hem of your shirt. She looks zoned out, so you say, “Lucy?” to try and get her attention.

“Ope! sorry! um, C-can I c-come over, Y/N?”

You don’t see why not, you have nothing left to do today… “Sure!” you hate to fantasize already… But if she did that in public, imagine what she’ll do later.

The walk to your place is quick and easy, but Lucy stops you, her stomach growling loudly.

“You wanna get some food first? I don’t really have anything at home…” You tell her sheepishly.

She nods excitedly and grabs your hand. You don’t pull it away, and she tugs you along after her.

She’s grinning as she leads you, her hips swaying back and forth… You can’t help but stare just at her. Her skirt swishing over her—

Don’t keep staring at her ass.

DONT STARE AT HER ASS.

…

You’re staring at her ass.

You can’t help it, it’s mesmerizing. Her long orange hair is down right to her tailbone, adding to the allure. She has long white socks on that squish her thick thighs just below her skirt, the rims of the socks are frilly.

Lucy leads you to a cute tea cafe, the awning is pink and white, the inside is filled with regal looking chairs, the fancy ones with the carved wood along the backs. The upholstery is all pale pink velvet, and the tables instead of cloths have doilies and each table has a candle warmer for teapots.

She orders food from every section of the menu and you worry she’ll make you pay… Your heart pounds and you’re sweating bullets, there’s no way you can afford this much food! the worst part: the menu didn’t even have prices!

“I-um, I can pay, i-if that’s okay!” She looks away blushing. You remember that she’s a trust fund baby, and sigh in relief.

“Oh thank gods, Lucy, you just scared the shit outta me! hah!” You laugh.

“Really!?” Her eyes light up as if that’s a good thing, she looks excited.

All you can do is laugh a little.

When her food arrives all the platters take up the entire table and they have to bring a stand for the rest.

She eats really adorably, every bite she takes, she looks more and more excited, and each one is complemented by a cute “mm!” It’s infectious, and she shares her favorites, holding out her fork for you to take bites.

“Here! try this!” She holds her arm out to you, a powder sugar and fruit covered french toast bite. “And this one!” the food is still in your mouth when she hands you another bite of something, her eyes alight with joy, as you try to finish fast and accept the new bite.

She’s loving how obedient you’re being…

You have plenty of dishes to choose from, and she seems to hone in on the things you favor over the others, making sure you get the biggest portion of the things you like.

Once your both stuffed with possibly the best literal feast that you’ve had in months, she asks the waite staff for a bag to carry everything in. You never saw the receipt, and you’re happy not to.

“Do you normally do this kinda thing? with all the food?”

“Nope! hehe!” She giggles.

You fill your previously empty fridge with enough leftovers to eat for DAYS. and with real cafe food! not cheap ramen!! She made sure you’d be eating decently, rather than your typical cheap ramen.

“Hey Lu—” the second you turn away from the fridge she’s on you.

Lips crashing upon you, her body’s hot against yours. She’s grabbing at your hands and trying to pin them behind you. You aren’t fighting her. You feel her knee pressing against your bulge.

She bites your lip not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to send a pang of lovely pleasure through your bloodstream and into your growing member. You sigh into her mouth which she happily swallows up with a little moan.

She lets go of your hands but you keep them folded behind you, before you hear the sound of a jingling metal buckle.

She slips something thick around your neck and with a *clink* She pulls away, holding a leash that’s attached to your neck.

“Lu-Lucy! What is this??” You lift up a heavy, and very old looking ornate iron lock that’s connected to your collar.

You go to the bathroom and she follows you like an owner walking their dog. In the mirror you see that it’s a thick black leather, with a shiny rose gold buckle. “Lucy! Do you have the key?? G-Give it to me!” Your voice cracks, you didn’t agree to this!

“No can do~ Now be a good boy and get on the bed.”

You gulp as your dick twitches at her words… “Wh-what!?”

“I said: on the bed. Now, Y/N.”

You don’t know why, but you obey her, sitting on the edge of your mattress nervously.

“Good boy~,” she smiles and pats your head.

“Lucy-”

“Puppies don’t talk.”

“Wha-! Lucy I’m not—!!”

She yanks the leash wrapping the leather around and around her hand, and drags you back off the bed. The back of your neck burns as she does.

“Bad Boy.”

You swallow painfully and rub at your neck.

“Are you ready to be a good boy again now?”

You nod.

Lucy ties your leash around the leg of your bed, where you are, it’s taught so your only option is to get back on the bed, or stay on the wood floor. She pulls out a large pair of scissors, “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you new clothes Y/N!” her voice is chipper and it makes you more nervous.

She starts cutting off your clothes slowly, you feel the cool metal occasionally grazing you, and it makes you shudder.

You aren’t sure anymore how you got to this point.

Soon you’re in nothing but your underwear and she makes you get back on the bed. She retrieves another leather strip from her bag and returns to you, using it to tie your wrists together above your head.

“Such a good boy! I’m so proud of you!! And good boys get rewarded!” giddily she climbs over you on the bed, scissors back in hand.

*sniiiiiip*

Slowly, the last article of clothing is removed from you, and you’re left completely bare to her. It’s a little bit humiliating like this.

Her eyes are dark, not at all what you’re used to, yeah you’ve seen it before, but you never thought she’d be like this secretly!? But… Are you into it? Your dick is certainly saying you are. Wait… Didn’t you just read or watch something just like this?

Now that your cock is freed and cold, she gets over you and puts her hot, clothed pussy just against your head, you groan from the sudden shift in temperature, oh my gods, your dick wants to get inside and warm up so badly. It twitches under her. You’re eyes had closed and without you paying attention you hear the shears open again…

There’s no clothes left to cut—

“L-Lucy!?” The twin blades sit at the base of your cock, the metal presses up against your underside. “Lucy, please—”

“Be a good boy, and you won’t get hurt.”

“Lucy this isn’t funny!”

She presses the metal harder against you, indenting your sensitive skin. You struggle against the binds, but she tied them really tight!

“I’ll give you your reward still for being such a good boy today, and prove to you that you enjoy this.”

“Wha-” You start as she slips her panties out of the way and lowers herself, just your cock head entering her and that’s it. She holds herself there and struggles to breathe for a second, before shuddering over you.

You feel her pussy contracting trying to milk something that’s not even fully inside her yet. The scissors are still at your base otherwise you might’ve bucked up into her, but you remain laying still. She starts rotating her hips, teasing just your head longer. You whine and try to pull your wrists free, but they burn against the tightly wrapped leather.

She shimmies down a little at a time, gasping as she does, and once your fully inside her, she lifts her skirt for you to see her puffy blushing lips spread, and flat against your body. Your cock is swallowed up inside of her, it’s enough to— Wait, Her thighs, they’re covered in raised scars and pink bandages…

“Lucy…” You want to ask, or hug her… Or something. She reaches behind her and squeezes the scissors slightly pinching your cock’s skin, “Lucy!!” You gasp and this time, harshly buck up into her, knocking her around and she lets the scissors fall to the floor.

“Ahh!!” Her voice is strained, and your dick throbs inside her.

You take a breath, all the relief that instantly floods your body is so dizzying.

Her insides pulse around you, you know she’s cumming again, and you can’t take the sensation and cum yourself, thrusting your hips up as high as you can, “Ahhhhh!!!” She yells out as your load shoots deep inside of her.

“Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!! thankyouthankyouthankuouuuu!!!!” she moves her hips around as her insides keep milking you, driving you mad!

Your struggling against your bindings again whining and writhing as she continues to torture you. “Lucy!! Lucy!!” You beg but to her it sounds like a chant of praise.

She goes harder, lifting and dropping herself onto you. your body feels tired now. She leans back holding herself up with your legs and at this angle you can actually see the base of your somehow still hard cock stretching her open, she’s whimpering and you can feel that she’s about to come again.

The sweat slicked to your skin finally allows you to slip free from the strap around your wrist, your hands are burning and bruised, you sit up as far as the leash allows and grab onto her.

You push her down onto you and force yourself up as hard as you can. You cum together, and spend a while just catching your breath.

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vickyvicarious · 2 years

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When we came into the room she opened her eyes, and seeing him, whispered softly:—

"Arthur! Oh, my love, I am so glad you have come!" He was stooping to kiss her, when Van Helsing motioned him back.

In a sort of sleep-waking, vague, unconscious way she opened her eyes, which were now dull and hard at once, and said in a soft, voluptuous voice, such as I had never heard from her lips:—

"Arthur! Oh, my love, I am so glad you have come! Kiss me!"

Vampire!Lucy's words to Arthur are an exact repeat of dying!Lucy's, with just the addition of the spoken request for a kiss. But the tone is different (whisper vs. voluptuous), her expression is different (angelic beauty in her eyes vs. eyes dull and hard).

It's creepy. It makes me think of some kind of horrible echo, mimicking what worked just a moment ago. Not only is vampire!Lucy immediately honing in on Arthur as the person most vulnerable, she's trying to replicate the success in getting him close dying!Lucy just (innocently) had.

This is absolutely the darker, twisted remnant of the love she had for him. Using the exact same wording only emphasizes that, because the contrast in how the same sentence is spoken is chilling.

#dracula daily #also! i fucking love the trope of vampires targeting the person they loved most in life!#sorry arthur but it's so good!#twisting and perverting what was once the truest kindest connection they had by seeking to 'love' them the vampire way #which is entirely possession and consumption and corruption

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treespen · 1 year

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I like how Mina and Lucy are childhood besties (who seem to have been cohabiting at Lucy's mom's home as kids for a bit since Mina is an orphan), but they show how different they are in station and life, but also what connects them.

Mina is overwhelmed with work, Lucy goes to the Pop and gets frequent visits. Mina has already fallen in love and had a courtship with Jonathan and now she wants to be useful and keep up with her partner, Lucy is just now starting to fall in love and is beaming about it with emotion. Lucy places importance on one's wealth and birth, informing her class, but she also doesn't praise Arthur about those traits.

But Mina also says she likes daydreaming with Lucy and longs for it. She likes honing her skills but also wants to be by the sea with her bestie. She likes to gossip. She wants to travel overseas for fun! Both of them want to talk freely in private without a care in the world.

So they're different despite being likely the same age. But they also are not "the serious practical one and the silly airheaded one".

#dracula daily #lucy westenra #mina murray #dracula #re: dracula

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bruhstation · 6 months

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after studying the blade and honing my thinking skills, I've perfected the haddock/billington family tree. or as I like to call it -- the joestars of bruhstation, because Things Just Keep Happening™ to its family members. I highlighted the people who have canon appearances in their respective source materials.

a few explanations of the relationships:

zorran is zip's guardian. they don't view their relationship as strictly brothers or father-son or whatever, but they consider each other important; family. if it weren't for zip and taking care of the boy, zorran could've become an even worse person (thanks, captain zero). also, found families don't necessarily need labels. they know they are important to each other, and they're content with that.

captain zero is supposed to be zip's guardian but he's busy being both a mid father and a mid boss. so he handed him to zorran and zorran took the wheel, albeit begrudgingly at first.

zorran eventually started a family of his own. his great granddaughter is emily (theotug/stanza halifax). his grandson is diesel, thomas' coworker (see the vin diesel family tree), technically making them very VERY distantly semi-related through zip. not really important though.

after zorran moved back to sicily, italy, he still kept in touch with zip through letters. zip also managed to visit his funeral when zorran eventually passed away.

ten cents and zip moved to england and adopted three children after world war 2 ended. they're in their mid 20s by then. they passed away when the kids were young adults. without their parents, they had several disputes over money and properties. they eventually separated. margaret stayed in london while annie and clarabel moved to sodor because of how brochures, magazines, and history books label it as "unique" and "quaint".

timothy is honestly kind of a mid brother. after he and thomas' parents died, he dragged thomas to sodor (reasons same as annie's and clarabel's), shields him from the outside world, and makes thomas completely dependent on him (he did this unconsciously) because timothy didn't want to lose anyone else. then he died and became sodor's ghost. cue casa tidmouth

annie and clarabel eventually took care of thomas.

annie married graham stroudley, but they divorced when cheryl was a teenager/young adult. graham took custody of cheryl and married lucy. cheryl moved to canada and married christopher. theodore was born. by blood relations, theodore is annie's grandson as much as he is to lucy, but he has extremely little to no memories of her.

looking at the family tree. thomas is ten cents' grandson. ten cents is thomas' grandfather. theodore is thomas' first cousin once removed (vice versa) and TC's great grandson

not really canon, but entertaining the idea that ten cents and zip are watching from the skies: ten cents and zip would absolutely adore theodore. teddy is just some sweet kind polite guy who does his best and cherishes his loved ones and that's what ten cents and zip stood for. thomas, on the other hand,

#zin.txt #fortezza bigg city #casa tidmouth #stanza halifax #tugs zip #tugs zorran #tugs ten cents #ttte thomas #theotug theodore #finally a thorough explanation of the family tree #everything truly started with TC and zip huh.#try to imagine TC's ghost face palming through whatever's going on in the family

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tokkias · 6 months

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anything but vanilla ship: natsu dragneel x lucy heartfilia summary: The cake may be vanilla, but their sex life certainly is not. ao3

authors note: one year ago today, i published my first ever (real) nalu fic. since then i've published almost 70 fics and over 200k words. in fact, this fic will mark 200k words published on ao3 just for the year 2023. thank you for all of your support this past year, it means the world to me, and what better way to celebrate it than with straight up smut? i hope you enjoy <3

If there was one thing Lucy Heartfilia knew how to do, it was how to give a good gift. Being able to pin down what someone wanted was a skill she had honed over the years, and it was certainly one she was proud of. Something about it came so easy to her, but there was always one person who stood between her and the title of Fairy Tail’s premier gift giver.

Every year Natsu’s birthday rolled around, and every year Lucy was at a loss for what to get him. It wasn’t that she didn’t know what he liked, but simply the fact that he wasn’t a materialistic person. He had loved every gift she gave him, but she had yet to hit what she considered to be the bullseye.

It should have been easy—she knew him better than anyone; he was her boyfriend for god’s sake, but she seemed to struggle just as much as everyone else did this time of year. But not this year. No, this year, Lucy decided she was going to cut the bullshit and get it straight from the source. Sure, maybe it undercut the meaningfulness of the gift, but at the very least she would know exactly what he wanted.

He was very busy lazing on the couch when she finally decided to ask, making it his life’s work to ensure that half of the chips would end up in his mouth while the other half would end up as crumbs between her cushions. Fortunately, that was an activity that Lucy did not mind interrupting.

“Natsu?” She called out, pulling his attention to her with a soft hum of acknowledgement.

“Yeah? What’s up?”

Deciding to cut to the chase, Lucy asked her question straight up.

“What do you want for your birthday?”

Natsu’s answer came quick and useless.

“Nothing,” he shrugged.

That was about the answer she had been expecting from him. She’d asked him once or twice in the past and had since given up on trying to get a useful answer out of him since. Natsu simply wasn’t a birthday guy. Sure, he loved to celebrate and party, as did everyone else in the guild, but all he cared about was if the food kept coming and the drinks kept flowing.

“You can’t say nothing; you have to give me an answer,” she replied, her arms crossing over her chest in frustration, truly at her wits end.

Natsu was quiet for a moment, contemplative almost, and Lucy started to feel her hopes rising that this year she wouldn’t have to go through the same struggles she had to push through every year.

Those hopes were quickly dashed, however, when he finally settled on his answer.

“Sex with you.”

Lucy let out a defeated huff.

That was not the answer she had been looking for.

“You are no help,” she grumbled as she tottered back to their bedroom to go back to brainstorming all on her own.

Lucy clenched and unclenched her jaw in time with the frustrated clicking of her pen as she looked down at her empty list of ideas. She had hoped that Natsu could have at least prompted some ideas, but sex with her wasn’t anything special—they did it practically every day, and though she knew he would enjoy it, it didn’t feel like it was meaningful as a birthday gift. It didn’t feel like it would be any different from the cake she got him every year—it was simply expected.

That trail of thought made her pause for a moment. It felt almost as though it had struck a match in her brain that was now burning into a bonfire of incredible ideas.

With a final click of her pen, Lucy began to frantically scribble down her thoughts. What she was certain had started as Natsu’s simple dismissal of her question was slowly beginning to blossom into what she was certain would become his best birthday gift of all time.

Natsu wasn’t at the apartment by the time Lucy arrived home—something she was infinitely grateful for considering the large, white bakery box in her hands that she was certain would have caught his attention had he been home.

Carefully, Lucy placed the box on the countertop and lifted up the lid. Inside sat a decadent-looking cake, lovingly decorated with white frosting, with pink frosted rosettes and ribbons littering the top and sides of the cake. It looked so pretty that Lucy almost felt bad about what she was going to do with it tonight.

Lucy tugged on her bra strap as she adjusted it to sit more comfortably on her shoulder. It wasn’t one that she wore very often—it was a little… risqué for her taste, so it was saved for special occasions. Considering it was also one of Natsu’s favourites, she supposed today counted as one of those occasions.

She desperately hoped there were no peeping toms looking in through her apartment window, where they would find her standing in her kitchen in nothing but a red bra and panties, lighting a single candle on a slice of cake. That view was reserved for one person only, whom Lucy was expecting to arrive very soon.

She made sure to be careful as she carried the cake into the living room, fearing the loss of her deposit if she tripped and scorched the carpet with her dainty little candle.

Once she made it to the couch, she made herself comfortable for however long she would be waiting for him. Really, any wait would be too long, already having gotten herself riled up for what was to come. She could feel the slickness in her panties and she had to rub her thighs together to get just a hint of relief for the ache between them, but she knew it would all be worth it once she got even just a glimpse of his face when he saw his gift.

It was an agonisingly long wait, each passing moment feeling like hours as she watched the flame melt the wax of the candle and thought about Natsu’s hot touch up against her body. She licked her lips at the thought, only managing to pull herself out of it when she heard the turn of the doorknob, followed by Natsu announcing his interest.

“Hey, Lucy, I’m ba-” He cut himself off as his eyes flicked up and he saw what was sitting, waiting in front of him. “Hey,” he breathed out.

“Hi,” she greeted, a smile adorning her lips as a soft blush spread across her cheeks. “I got you something.”

She watched as his gaze moved from the cake up to her boobs, then back down to the cake, almost as if he didn’t know which was more enticing to him. Lucy had to press her lips together to suppress the smug grin that threatened to take over had she not. Without another word, Natsu joined her on the couch, curious and intrigued.

“Happy Birthday to you,” she began to sing as he sat down next to her, her voice soft, slow, and low, almost teasing. “Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Natsu.” She paused again to gauge his reaction, but his gaze was still squarely stuck somewhere between the cake and her body. “Happy Birthday to you~”

For the first time since his arrival, Natsu looked her in the eyes, and she got to see the swirl of emotions behind them. It was all joy and surprise, and the little glimmer of lust that she had been after.

“You can blow out the candle now,” she told him after a few moments of inaction.

Semi-heeding her instructions, Natsu grabbed the candle and devoured the flame before discarding it on the coffee table and eagerly moving for the slice of cake. Before he could get too close, however, Lucy pulled the plate away from him, and he glanced up at her with a hint of hurt and confusion.

She was certain that look wouldn’t last long once he saw what she had in store for him. She placed the plate down on the table before digging in, grabbing handfuls of cake before smearing it over her breasts and abdomen. Natsu stared and watched, wide-eyed, as she grabbed another handful and pressed it into her inner thighs before draping herself across the couch, ready for him to feast on.

“Dig in~”

Natsu wasted no time on attaching his mouth to her skin, dragging his tongue over her breast, lapping up the creamy frosting that decorated them.

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best girlfriend ever?” He murmured as he gobbled up some of the vanilla cake that had lodged itself in the valley of her breasts.

His comment elicited a soft giggle from her as he continued to lap her clean.

Though he quickly ate her clean, he promptly decided he had yet to have his fill, his hands slipping behind her back where he fiddled with her bra clasp. Once he managed to undo it, he tossed it somewhere to the side, uncaring about where it landed, his focus entirely fixated on what was underneath. He looked down at her with hunger in his eyes, and she had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn’t just for the cake.

Lucy let out a small squeal as he roughly grabbed her breasts with both hands before attaching his lips to one nipple, licking and sucking like his life depended on it. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak as his free hand worked the other. With a soft sigh, Lucy arched her back, pushing her breast further into his face, and Natsu let out a moan of approval.

He let go of her nipple with a loud pop, but he didn’t stay detached from her for too long before he was nipping and sucking at the soft skin around her nipple. He moaned into her skin, appreciating her taste as he left behind his mark before moving to a new spot and repeating the process anew.

A trail of hickeys was left across her skin as he made his way to her other breast, feeling that he had left that nipple neglected and in need of some loving. He took it in his mouth, his fang grazing across it, causing Lucy’s hands to shoot up to his head, where she tangled his fingers through his hair as he flicked his tongue across her nipple.

Once he was sure that each nipple had seen equal attention, Natsu dragged his tongue across the valley of her breasts, cleaning up the residual frosting that was left there before burying his face between them. He pressed both breasts against the side of his face, relishing in the feeling of her soft skin against his cheeks.

From his new favourite spot, Natsu looked up at her, his grin wide and from ear to ear showing that he was definitely enjoying his gift. She couldn’t help the fond smile that made its way onto her face as she lovingly gazed down at him.

That loving gaze was quickly cut short when she felt Natsu bite straight into her boob, causing her to squeal out at the brief shot of pain she felt.

“Just wanted to get a taste,” he grinned, a mischievous smirk across his face.

Before she had the chance to reprimand him, he had already slinked down her body, his teeth toying at the top of her panties before he gave a slow, languid lick all the way up her torso. Lucy squirmed slightly at the sight, watching him thickly swallow the frosting as she wished he would do something else with that tongue.

Eyes flicking up to meet hers, Natsu noticed the horny gaze she was gracing him with.

“D’ya want some?” He asked, and intrigued to find out where he was going with this, Lucy nodded her head.

In response, he dragged two fingers through the mess of cake and frosting, collecting a good bite before shoving them in her mouth, where she eagerly took them. She wrapped her tongue around them, sucking off all the sickly-sweet frosting as he pushed them in and out of her. She sucked and licked until he was all clean, and he pulled out of her, a strand of drool connecting them until she closed her mouth to swallow.

Before she knew it, Natsu’s mouth was on hers in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. His tongue slipped past her lips and tangled with hers. She could taste the cake on his tongue—vanilla-flavoured, though what they were doing right now felt like anything but.

Lucy hadn’t paid much mind to the flavours when she ordered the cake. Natsu didn’t have a preference—cake was cake, and she was certain that he would not give a damn what flavour it was that he was eating off of her almost naked body.

It seemed as though that thought had been proven correct.

She practically had to push him off of her when she ran out of breath, convinced that he would have kept going forever had she let him. Her hands rested on the front of his shoulders, his shirt the only thing between his skin and hers.

Suddenly, he looked much too overdressed.

Without a word, Lucy attempted to tug off his shirt, and Natsu, getting the message, promptly unwound his scarf and shrugged off his jacket, tossing both over the back of the couch. His hands moved to his belt, where he fiddled with the buckle before pulling it off and shedding his pants, leaving him with nothing but a pair of boxers with a pitched tent.

The sight of it had her whining and bucking her hips. She wanted him to fuck her right then and there, to feel him deep inside of her, but Natsu still had a lot more gift to go and, from the looks of things, was going to enjoy every last bit of it.

He dipped back down to her belly, where he picked up from where he left off, placing kisses to her skin and picking up mouthfuls of cake as he did so. He took his time with it, having her squirming beneath him, which she could only assume had him slowing down even more. It wasn’t until she was completely clean that he even dared to think about moving down between her thighs.

Once he was satisfied with his work, Natsu finally positioned himself between her thighs, where he pressed his nose against the gusset of her panties, causing her to gasp in surprise at the sudden sensation, before he took a deep whiff of his favourite scent. For a moment, she expected him to tear her panties off right there and pound her into the cushions with no remorse, but unfortunately, as she felt his mouth press against her thighs, she recalled how she had smushed handfuls of cake between them. Though it had felt sexy in the moment, she now realised that it was the one thing standing between her and getting dicked down by Natsu and his thick cock.

She quickly reminded herself that tonight was not about her—tonight was about Natsu and him getting his fill. With a soft sight, Lucy made herself comfortable as she gazed down at him, watching as he ate the cake off of her bare thighs. His arms wrapped around her legs, holding her in place the same way he did when he ate her out, and being in this position, feeling his hot breath against her skin, so close to where he needed him, was nothing short of torture.

But he was enjoying himself—really enjoying himself—so she stayed put. She let him devour his dessert from between her legs, holding herself back from bucking right up into his mouth.

As he licked up the frosting, he made sure to leave his mark on the newly cleaned surface, biting and sucking on the tender skin until it began to bruise under his touch. With each hickey he left, he made sure to kiss the mark before moving up and starting the process all over again at his agonisingly slow pace.

His teeth grazed the hem of her panties and she expected him to simply nose them out of the way and dip his tongue in for a taste, but she was left disappointed when he simply moved his attention to the other thigh.

Natsu never took this long to eat. By now, he could have devoured the entire cake if he wanted, but he was taking his sweet, sweet time. Lucy could only reason that he was doing this on purpose. He was getting the most of his present by making her squirm until she simply couldn’t take it anymore.

Each lick was slow and intentional, savouring the delectable flavours of the cake (and her)—something she wasn’t sure he had even done in all the years she’d known him. Even when her skin was bare, he continued to lick at it until any leftover residue was gone and there remained not a whiff of evidence.

It was erotic—she couldn’t deny that—but having his mouth work wonders on such an erogenous zone had her feeling needier than she could ever recall being.

Her mind blurred over with need, leaving her so hazy that she hardly registered Natsu pulling away from her thighs and sitting up on the couch besides her.

“There ya go, all clean!” He said,

“What?” Lucy cried. “N-No! You said you wanted sex! I want sex!”

“I know,” he replied, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. “I’m just messin’ with ya.”

She wanted to yell and Lucy kick him into the next decade, but before she could even contemplate the idea, Natsu’s fingers had slipped in the waistband of her panties and were pulling them down her legs. When he had fully removed them, he brought them up to his face, where he licked at the wet patch she had left there.

“That cake was pretty good, but you taste even better,” he said as he readied himself back into position to devour her.

She gasped as she felt his nose brush up against her clit, which was promptly turned into a moan as he ran his tongue along it. Her hands shot down to his head, and her nails dug into his scalp as she thrust herself into his mouth. Any control she might have maintained before was now completely lost to the wind. He had given her a taste of what her pleasures were like, and she was not about to let it go so quickly.

“A-ah! Yes! Just like that!”

She whimpered as she felt him suckle at her clit, teeth grazing across it, making her lose her mind with pure lust.

“N-Natsu!” Lucy cried out, prompting Natsu to dig his nails into her thighs and go at her clit at an even more vicious pace.

There were few things Natsu loved more than to hear her cry out his name in the troughs of pleasure. It drove him nuts to hear her moan out the name of her lover, something that Lucy was more than well aware of. While she wouldn’t say she was necessarily taking advantage of the fact, it was certainly a bonus of giving Natsu exactly what he wanted.

“Yes! More! More!”

She dug her nails deeper into his scalp, and he heeded her demands. He buried his tongue deep inside her pussy, thrusting it in and out, fucking her with his mouth as he rubbed circles into her clit with the pad of his thumb.

“Mmmmhmmm~ Natsu~!”

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she rolled her hips into his face, feeling his tongue protrude even deeper inside her. He was incredibly talented with his tongue and never left her unsatisfied, so it seemed that the wait had been well worth it.

As he flicked his finger across her clit, Lucy felt her legs begin to shake as her grip on reality began to wear away, and she could practically taste the high he was sending her on. He didn’t stop his efforts even as she wailed with ecstasy—not that he wanted to, nor could he if he did—she practically had him locked in with her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his head. It was a welcome feeling to ride out her orgasm with his tongue inside of her, lapping up all the arousal she leaked out through it.

As she came down, her legs fell limp over his shoulders, and he took that opportunity to ease them off of him and hover over her, beaming down at her, looking incredibly pleased with his performance.

“How was that?”

Lucy couldn’t do anything but gape for a moment as she remained up in the clouds, hardly able to register what he had said.

This was meant to be his birthday present, and yet here she was, completely blissed out after he had been the one to service her.

That was something she would quickly have to rectify.

Without giving him a verbal answer, Lucy coaxed Natsu back onto the couch. He looked a little confused but obliged nonetheless until she positioned herself, kneeling between his legs, and began to tug at his boxers, at which point he got the message. He lifted his hips up and let her pull them off, tossing them somewhere to the side before her full attention was on his erect cock, calling for her attention.

She could ride him right now—she could sit in his lap and mount him and make him scream her name until he was seeing white, but if he wanted to pleasure her with his tongue, then two can play that game.

She reached out and gave him a slow stroke from base to head, and she was rewarded with a low groan that put a smile on her lips. Natsu was always so vocal during sex; he loved to talk dirty and whisper filthy things in her ear that had her blushing even as he pounded his cock into her, but her favourite sounds he made were the long moans and groans that told her that she was doing her job right and making him feel good. So often it was Natsu who was dedicating himself to her pleasures, but tonight she was going to return that favour.

She pressed a light kiss to the tip of his cock, looking up at him through fluttering eyelashes as she took more and more of him into her mouth. His hand came to rest on her head, grabbing fistfuls of hair as she bobbed up and down, having him throw his head back in pleasure. She could feel how hard he was gripping on, tugging at her hair so much that it was almost painful. She knew it was his self-restraint, holding himself back from simply grabbing on and fucking her face until he released his seed down her throat. Though she certainly wouldn’t have minded it, she was happy to be the one taking the lead right now.

With her free hands, Lucy grabbed the base of his cock, jerking it off where her mouth couldn’t reach while her other fondled with his balls. She could tell he liked it based on the breath he sucked in and the subsequent moans he let out.

“Fuck, ah- God, Lucy!”

Natsu had a tendency to be vulgar sometimes, and while she never liked to hear him cuss outside the bedroom, hearing him say those words while she sucked him off just got her going even more.

She increased her pace, bobbing her head on his shaft faster and faster, making horribly lewd gagging noises each time he hit the back of her throat. His other hand shot down to her head, dragging his fingers through his hair in an attempt to stop himself from thrusting right into her throat. His hands on the back of her head made it difficult to pull herself off when she did, but she managed even with his white-knuckling grip.

“Lucyyyyyy,” he whined, bucking his hips up in front of her. “C’mon, please, don’t do this to me.”

He probably thought she was about to get back at him for all that teasing, but no, she had a much more enticing idea.

Taking in a deep breath, Lucy took him back into her mouth, taking him all the way to her throat, but as he hit the back of her mouth, where she would usually stop, she kept going, taking him all the way until her lips were at the base.

“Oh shit-” he gasped. “Fuck, that’s good.”

Taking on his praise, Lucy started to move faster and faster until she couldn’t anymore. Her jaw was beginning to ache, but Natsu’s groans were growing louder and more frequent, and she could practically feel him throb in her throat. Before he could finish in her mouth, Lucy pulled herself off before working her hand up and down his cock until he spurted a thick load of semen right onto her chest.

Natsu let out a stuttered but sated breath as he finished and looked down at her to find his cum dripping down her chest, almost resembling the frosting that had once decorated it. While he was watching, Lucy gathered up the cum on her fingers before sucking them clean. The sight of it had his dick twitching again, slowly growing back to size from its softened state.

Lucy wasn’t done with him quite yet.

Resting her hands on his thighs, Lucy crawled into his lap, making herself comfortable before pressing her lips to his. His lips parted easily for her, and she could taste the essence of her pleasure mixed with the vanilla frosting on his tongue. His hands found their way to her waist before trailing down to rest on her ass, where he gave it a quick squeeze. The squeak that she let out was swallowed into their kiss before she pulled away and rested her forehead against his.

She could feel his warm breath graze against her lips as he let out soft pants in the aftermath of their kiss, and she smiled at the reminder of all of his love and warmth. His face was all flushed red from his recent orgasm, and he looked so cute gazing up at her with all of the adoration in the world.

She was going to ride him until he forgot his own damn name.

He sucked in a breath when her hand touched his dick to line him up with her entrance, clearly still sensitive from cumming just before.

“You okay?” She asked, her voice soft and full of concern.

He gave her a frantic nod, which she took as a go-ahead.

Slowly, she sank down onto his cock, taking all of him inside of her until their bodies sat flush with each other and she could feel his tip rubbing up against her cervix. Natsu’s head rolled back as he let out a long moan once he was fully sheathed inside of her.

Encouraged by the promise of more noises like that, Lucy pulled herself up before sinking back down, repeating the motion over and over again until she had a steady rhythm that had both of them clawing at each other’s bodies, wanting, craving, needing more.

His fingers gripped her ass, arms moving along with each bounce of her hips. With every bounce came a roll of her hips, her clit grazing against his skin, sending shivers up her spine, which had her tightening around him. She could hear his breath stutter each time her pussy clenched around him, feeling as though she was milking him dry.

“You feel so damn good,” he grunted through gritted teeth, trying to hold himself back and prolong the experience of Lucy riding him.

Though he frequently showered her with praise in the midst of making love, Lucy was certain she would never tire of it. Though she certainly didn’t need his affirmations to know that she made him feel good, it always felt good to hear him tell her what a good job she was doing. She never really knew if he knew the way it drove her wild or if he simply needed her to know just how good she made him feel, but quite frankly, she didn’t care.

He made her feel good, and she wanted to make him feel just as good in return.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she rolled her hips again, feeling his head hit the exact right spot deep inside of her. He was so big and thick; he stretched her out so well and hit all the places that drove her wild. It was crazy to her just how well their bodies fit together, almost as if fate had moulded them with the intention of them fitting together so well that Lucy was never quite sure where her body ended and his began.

She tried to continue her pace in search of that absolute touch of ecstasy, but even on the plush cushions of the couch beneath her, her knees were beginning to ache, and she simply didn’t have the stamina Natsu did to keep going in this position.

Noticing her heavy breaths and slowing pace, Natsu gripped her ass and pulled her up so that only his tip remained inside of her before slamming her back down and meeting her with a thrust in the middle that had her crying out in pleasure.

She had planned to fuck him senseless, but she supposed this worked too.

The hands that had once gripped on his shoulders for leverage now wrapped around his neck as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. Each thrust he pumped into her was rewarded with a little whimper against his scar, and Lucy revelled in all the grunts and groans that were being let out right in her ear. He sounded so damn sexy, fucking her like he meant it. It made her toes curl and her legs shake, and the mental stimulation alone might have been enough to tip her over the edge if he hadn’t already been pounding relentlessly against her g-spot so hard that she was beginning to see spots in her vision.

“Keep going. Please,” she whimpered into his ear, and he did just as she said.

Unable to contain her pleasure any longer, Lucy felt her release, waves of pleasure washing over her. Her nails dug into his back as she tried to hold some sort of connection to reality, eliciting an almost pained moan from Natsu.

Had she been more sound of mind, she would have apologised, asked if he was alright, but that concern was quickly dashed as she felt him pulse and throb inside of her before she was met with a hot stream of cum coating her inner walls.

When she finally came back to, she felt Natsu pull her off of his cock and set her back down on his lap before resting his forehead on her shoulder. They both sat in silence for a moment, simply content to enjoy each other’s presence and touch, fully sated, having eaten their fill.

The first movement came from Natsu, who placed a soft kiss on her shoulder before throwing his head back, and Lucy pulled her head away to look up at him. He was smiling, beaming brighter than she even thought she had seen him, and it made her heart skip a beat as she felt herself falling in love with him all over again.

“That was the best birthday present ever,” he grinned, reminding her of how they had even gotten here in the first place. “It was exactly what I wanted.”

Lucy had to hold herself back from letting out a giddy squeal now that she had achieved her goal of the perfect Natsu present. Though she managed to suppress her happy noises, there was nothing she could do about the smile that was plastered across her face in her victory.

With a firm squeeze on her ass, Natsu then proceeded to ask the exact question she had been expecting to hear from him this whole time.

“Is there any more of that cake left?”

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