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javiscigarette · 10 months

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Good Luck Charm

Joel Miller x f!reader (pre outbreak)

Summary: Joel loves the Texas Longhorns and you're just needy (someone please make an edit of him wearing any Longhorns merch im begging)

Warnings: smut (duh), established relationship, mainly just cockwarming, with a daddy kink, and heavy on the dirty talk, cream pie, ass play, whatever else I'm forgetting, no use of Y/N

w/c: 3.3k

A/N: Here's something no one asked for! This definitely isn't my best work but I'm in a funk rn and it's the best I could do! Also hello daddy kink apparently! Oh! And I hit 1k followers a while ago so thank you for that!!! So many hugs and smoochies for everyone ilysm guys 😚🫶🥰❤️❤️❤️ ALSO the AMAZING EDIT MADE BY @serenaxpedro !!!!

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There were two things that Joel loved wholeheartedly: you and the Texas Longhorns.

Joel goes all out for football season. Each year, as soon as September rolls around, you rarely find him without his Longhorns cap on. In the car, it’s not music, it’s a live radio broadcast or a recap of the latest game. And God fucking forbid if you even thought about touching the TV on a Sunday or Monday night.

And now It’s a Sunday evening in September and the Longhorns are playing, which means Joel is completely preoccupied.

You waltz down the stairs and into the living room clad in nothing but his Longhorns t-shirt that ends at your midthigh. You find him sitting on the couch, a half empty bottle of beer in his hand with his eyes glued to the screen. He doesn’t notice you at first and you have to stand practically right in front of the TV for him to take his eyes off the screen. When he finally does, he rakes his eyes over your body, a crooked smirk spreading across his face when he sees what you’re wearing.

Thankfully, you caught him at the start of a commercial break. So, he leans back and pats his knee and beckons you over with a soft “C’mere pretty girl.”

It’s the first bit of attention he’s given you all evening, so you happily bounce over to him and climb into his lap, straddling him with your knees on either side of his hips and your arms draped around his neck.

“You look so fuckin’ good in this, angel” Joel says, his voice already husky with arousal as he smooths his hands up your thighs.

“Thank you, daddy” you whisper with an innocent giggle.

He looks up at you and cocks an eyebrow. You’re no stranger to calling him that, but Joel usually has to spend a lot more time taking you apart for you to use it.

“You gettin’ needy, sweet girl?” he coos, his hands sliding over your hips and over the curve of your ass.

You don’t say anything, just grind your hips down harshly, moaning softly at the friction. Joel chuckles at your eagerness while palming at your ass.

“The game is almost over, angel. Just one more quarter and then I’ll play with you all you want.”

You huff in frustration.

“But you’ve been in here all day” you whine.

Joel laughs again.

“I’ve barely been in here for two hours, angel. Think you’re just needy” he retorts, poking you in the side with a playful smile.

You huff again and tug at the curls at the nape of his neck as you roll your hips against his.

“Please?” you ask, your voice drenched in desperation. “I’ll be a good girl and stay still so you can watch the game. Just wanna feel you inside me.”

Joel eyes you and his hands tighten on your hips as you continue to move against his.

“Can’t say no when you ask so pretty like that.”

You grin ear to ear and Joel rolls his eyes.

“Needy and spoiled” Joel teases as he fiddles with the hem of your t-shirt.

With his eyes fixed on yours, his palms slide up your thigh, leaving goosebumps on your skin in their wake. He reaches the crease of your thigh and stops suddenly with a sharp inhale. He raises an eyebrow at you as he trails his fingers over the bare skin that should be covered by your panties.

You look at him, feigning innocence as you chew on the corner of your lip to suppress a mischievous smile. He narrows his eyes at you as he slowly slides a finger along your already soaking wet seam. You’re far too wet and swollen just from sitting in his lap for less than two minutes. And when he slides a finger into your leaking hole, he can obviously feel it. He looks down and sees the wet spot that’s already forming on the front of his jeans.

“Needy, spoiled, and naughty” he purrs, his voice low and gravelly. “S’that what you were doin’ up there all by yourself, babygirl? Stretchin’ your sweet little pussy so you could come down here and sit on daddy’s cock?”

All you can manage is a vigorous nod, a needy whine, and another roll of your hips, trying to get his finger deeper inside you. He graciously slips in a second finger with minimal resistance and lets out a soft groan as your leak starts to leak past his fingers and drips to his palm.

“Tell me how you did it” Joel commands calmly as curls his fingers and starts moving his wrist with languid strokes.

You whimper pathetically and clench tightly around his fingers as he slowly strokes your g-spot.

“J-just on my fingers, daddy” you whimper while trying to grind your clit against his palm.

Joel hums suspiciously.

“How many?”

“Just shit – just two.”

“Did you cum, babygirl? Did you cum with your fingers stuffed in your little cunt?”

Joel’s voice is so low now, his gravelly timbre sending a shiver down your spine. You shake your head and whine again and nose at his neck, hoping that a few neck kisses might distract him. But of course, they don’t.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Be a big girl and use your words”

“No, daddy” you mumble, dropping your head to avoid his gaze.

Joel moves a hand from your thigh to under your chin, tilting your head up and forcing you to look at him again.

“Why’s that angel?” he presses.

“Needed you, daddy. Couldn’t do it myself. Didn’t want to do it myself” you confess, your cheeks heating up at the admission.

Even after all this time with Joel, he still easily made you a blushing, flustered mess within seconds.

“My poor little baby” Joel coos with sarcastic empathy. “Just a needy little slut for daddy’s cock, huh?”

You nod shyly and tug at his hair again. Joel just smirks at you before focusing on the screen again.

“Get it out then, angel. Game is ‘bout to start again”

With a jolt of excitement, you scramble to tug his pants halfway down his thighs. Your mouth waters when you free his cock, his length hard and heavy against his abdomen. Your eyes flicker up to him and he looks at you through the corner of his eye, gives you a slight permissive nod then looks back at the TV.

You move to hover over him before you start slowly sinking down on his cock, both of you moaning in unison at the sensation of him stretching your tight walls. It’s a stretch, it always is, especially when he doesn’t get the chance to open you up on his fingers.

“You’re so big, daddy” you pant breathlessly, your nails digging into his shoulder as you stretch yourself out on his length.

“Don’t tell me it’s too much after begged to be filled, baby.” Joel chides.

You make a small noise and double down on your efforts. You whimper softly as you start sinking again, feeling every single inch of him stretch you out your little hole so deliciously. You exhale deeply once you’re full seated. Joel lets out a quiet groan and tightens his grip on your hip.

“God fuckin damn, babygirl” Joel says quietly. “Always so tight for your daddy.”

Your sink your teeth into your lower lip, biting back a moan at his words, trying to prove to him that you can be good. It takes a moment for you to resist the urge to ride him, but soon enough the desperation melts into relaxation, the feeling of being so full of him satisfying all your needs. He’s not even fully hard yet and your walls tingle and flutter around him as he continues to swell inside of you. With a sated sigh, you lay your head on his broad shoulder, and you let your eyes close. He holds you close to him, a protective arm draped over you stroking your back absentmindedly.

“S’this all you wanted, sweet pea? Just needed daddy inside of ya?” he asks, his hand still gliding over your back and occasionally squeezing your ass.

You nod and snuggle up into him even more. You could die happy right here, stuffed full of Joel with his heart beating against your cheek, warm and safe in his embrace.

There’s no resisting falling into the overwhelming sense of tranquility that settles deep in your bones. Your breathing starts to slow down as you melt against his body and your head goes fuzzy when you bury your face in the junction of his neck and inhale the intoxicating scent of fresh laundry mixed with his cologne. You’re vaguely aware that Joel is talking to the TV, the sound of his voice fading in and out of your head. But you don’t bother making any sense of the words. You just focus on the rumble of his chest as speaks.

After a few quiet minutes, he reaches over to the side table to pick up his beer, jostling you around a bit in the process. You make a small noise at the movement, his cock sliding just a bit further inside you to press against that spot deep inside you. You can feel every twitch and surge of his cock inside you, your body responding with a fresh gush of slick to each one, leaving you dripping mess in his lap.

Joel finishes his beer in two gulps and sets it back down on the table before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. You’ve been good so far, staying still and not moving like you promised and the game is almost over. So, Joel decides to give you a little reward.

He brings his free hand up to your face and traces the line of your jaw and cheekbone with a knuckle. You practically purr and nuzzle into the gentle touch. And as if he can read your mind, probably because he can at this point, he rests two fingertips, cool and damp from the condensation on his beer bottle on your lips.

You automatically part your lips, giving him silent permission to slide his fingers into you warm, wet mouth. He can’t stop the groan that bubbles up out of his throat as you suck his fingers mindlessly, your cunt clenches rhythmically around him.

He turns his head away from the screen just long enough to see your eyes rolling in bliss under your closed eyelids with drool starting to dribble out past his fingers and down your chin.

“Bein’ so good, pretty girl” he whispers, pushing his fingers further back and pressing down against your tongue, making a strained sound when you gag.

“Sound so pretty too gaggin’ on my fingers like that.”

You keen at his praise and reflexively roll your hips. He shushes you and tightens his grip on your hip, keeping you in place. You squeeze your eyes shut and pant against his neck when he resituates again, his thick head now firmly pushing against your sweet spot.

You let out a soft mewl, the sound muffled by the fingers shoved down your throat. Joel hisses quietly when you dig your fingernails into the backs of his shoulders. There will be some pretty marks there in the morning.

“Game’s almost over, sweetpea. Can you hold on for five more minutes? Can you do that for daddy?”

You nod lazily against him and try to stay as still as possible. You want to be good; you really do. But it’s a herculean effort with him buried so deep inside of you, pressing against all the right places.

Joel slowly slides his fingers out of your mouth and shushes you again when you whine quietly. You open one eye to watch as he lowers it behind you. You can’t see what he’s doing but your certainly feel it when he spreads your cheeks with one hand and feels where you’re connected.

“Oh, baby” Joel sighs, feeling how much you’re leaking out around him. “Making such a mess, sweet girl.” He whispers roughly.

He gathers some of your slick on his already spit-soaked fingers before moving his finger higher to circle your tight hole.

“Daddy!” you whine, lifting your head in surprise to look at him.

“Hush, baby” Joel commands. He doesn’t even look at you as he cradles the back of your head with his freehand and forcing you to rest your head back on his shoulder. He stopped watching the game a while ago, but he keeps his gaze fixed to the TV knowing that his lack of attention gets you all the more worked up. “Let daddy play with his little toy.”

His hand leaves your head and spreads you open once again. And all you can do is lie there, helpless, and desperate at the mercy of your lover’s hands.

“You’re so naughty, baby” Joel whispers, as he prods at the tight ring of muscle. “All you little holes are so tight for your daddy. Just for me, huh?”

You nod and open your mouth to speak but he starts pushing a finger in you and all the comes out is a wanton cry.

“Jesus Christ” He curses when you tighten even more around him, absolutely obsessed with how your body reacts to his touch.

You try your best to stay still as he keeps pushing his finger in slowly. But you keep clenching around his cock, and he keeps twitching in reaction creating a circular kindling effect that drives you crazy.

“Can’t daddy” you whimper pathetically, breath fanning over his neck, hot and humid.

“But you are, babygirl” Joel reassures, pushing his finger all the way inside of you, groaning at all the different ways your squeezing him. “Takin’ me so well sweetie god you’re so fuckin’ perfect.”

You moan again, the sound going straight to Joel’s ear and travelling down his spine as a hot tingle. You give an experimental roll of your hips, testing him and seeing what he’s willing to let you do. And he doesn’t stop you.

With his finger buried in your ass and his cock stuffed in your leaking cunt, you start gently rolling your hips, gasping at the new sensations with each movement. Joel’s chest heaves with each breath as you slowly build up speed against him.

It doesn’t take long at all for you to find the perfect angle that lets you grind your clit down against the patch of hair at the base of his cock. It’s too fucking much to handle and the pool of molten liquid in your abdomen is quickly growing as you hurtle towards your release.

“Oh, daddy please” you whine desperately between loud moans.

“What do you need, angel?” Joel asks like he doesn’t already know. “Tell me. Tell daddy what you need.”

You gulp for air, but you still can’t get a good breath. You’re so full of him. Every square inch of your skin is on fire now, every touch feels so good, his scent is filling your head and you can’t think straight.

“Need – fuck daddy! – I need to cum, I’m gonna cum please let me daddy please” you babble, now clawing at his shoulders.

“Shh baby it’s okay. You’ve been so good for me, lemme feel you cum all over my cock, sweet girl.”

You moan in relief and start to allow the pleasure to take over your body. Joel watches in amazement as you fall apart on top of him when he barely even had to move a muscle. You keep your face buried in his neck and Joel groans at the sounds your making so close to his ear. You start trembling on top of him as your moans grow louder and louder, letting him know you’re seconds away from release. He keeps his finger inside of you and wraps his other arm around your waist, holding you flush against his body.

“Lift up a bit, baby” Joel grunts into your hair.

You barely hear him, but the last working part of your brain process his words and your body automatically complies. You press into your knees and your thighs shake as you lift yourself up off of him just slightly.

The next second, Joel slams his hips up into yours, chasing after your tight, wet heat, already needing to be buried inside of you again. You scream as he pounds into you, his pace brutal and unwavering. Liquid heat surges through your veins and your hypersensitive walls grip him like a vice as the hot coil in your abdomen starts to unravel.

Joel doesn’t stop as you start to cum. If anything, he speeds up. He punches up into your g-spot with each thrust over and over and over again, desperate to draw out your orgasm for as long as possible. More hot slick starts gushing out of you around him and Joel can’t believe how drenched you are right now.

“There you go babygirl. Soak daddy’s dick” Joel rasps, his voice cracking as he starts to chase his own orgasm.

The way he can feel himself move inside you, just a thin wall separating his cock and finger combined with the feeling of you sinking your teeth into his neck is making him absolutely feral. He’s only seconds behind you. He’s been just as affected, just as turned on as you this whole time. He’s just a lot better at hiding it.

“You want daddy’s cum, angel?” Joel pants, his eyes rolling back when you tangle your finger in the curls at the base of the neck and pull.

You nod fervently and choke out “Yes, daddy! Please, want it inside” between long, loud moans.

“M’gonna fill you up, sweet girl. Have so much for you. Just for you, baby.”

You cry out at Joel’s promise and tug even harder at his hair and suck at the skin between your teeth. That’s all it takes for him to break. His fingertips dig into your ribs, and he pulls you down on top of him then empties himself inside you, unloading ropes and ropes of hot cum into your awaiting pussy. He holds you impossibly close and gives your moans a run for their money with the sounds he makes.

“Baby, baby jesus fuck you’re so good” Joel huffs as you continue to move your hips, riding out and extending both of your orgasms for as long as possible.

You’re both completely unaware of how much time passes as the two of you sit there, panting and trying to catch your breaths. Joel moves his hand from your waist to your hair, gently stroking and grunting softly as you keep spasming around him as the aftershocks of your orgasm course through your body. He brushes the hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear so he can get a good look at your face, your eyes closed, eyebrows drawn together and your mouth hanging open as small whimpers tumble past your lips.

“You look so pretty all fucked out like this, baby” Joel murmurs.

You slowly open your eyes and look up at him with hooded lids. He gives you a soft smile that heats you from the inside out and fills your heart with a warm fuzzy feeling. You give him one in return, the corners of your lips curling up into a crooked grin.

“Thank you, daddy” you mumble, your voice rough and ruined.

“Anything for you, sweet girl” Joel says quietly as he cards his fingers through your hair. “Anything.”

He looks at you for a few more moments, wishing he could burn the image to the inside of his eyelids to look at forever. But the sound of the announcers on TV catch his attention and he flicks his eyes to the screen.

He looks back at you with a wide, giddy smile.

“Did we win?” you ask, your words slow and syrupy.

“Sure did, angel” Joel says happily before leaning down to place a kiss to your temple. “You’re my good luck charm, baby. Think you need to do that for every game from now on”

You giggle and let your eyes slip close again, finally fully satisfied.

Thank you for reading!! please let me know if you liked it I need extra validation rn

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 10 months

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Conrad with ‘’That was my slurpee.’’ and the road trip theme because it reminds me of the season 2 clip that got released earlier this week lol. smut or fluff, whatever you want

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For the first time, you didn’t make the drive down to Cousins' beach with your family. It was strange to not be squished in the backseat with your brother and little sister sharing laughters or fighting over the silliest things.

Instead, you were sitting in the passenger seat of Conrad’s red jeep, bare feet on the dash as you read a book. Since you were going to the same college, you decided to drive together straight from there instead of going home with your respective families and doing double the traveling.

It was also a good excuse to spend more time with Conrad before going back to sleeping in separate beds. You were going to miss waking by his side, getting coffee together at 11pm and ending up watching movies all night because the caffeine is keeping you awake, or him kissing your shoulder when he would turn during the night.

You loved Cousins and spending summer so close to the beach, but you couldn’t wait for college to start again and go back to your and Conrad’s small apartment. Back where it was just the two of you.

‘’Ugh, not again,’’ you complained when Conrad turned right and pulled into a gas station.

‘’Just a quick stop to fill the car,’’ he promised, backing the jeep into a gas filling spot and turning off the engine.

You had told your parents you would be there for lunch, but it was already 3pm. It’s traffic’s fault, you explained to your mother when she texted you asking if you were close. In truth, it was Conrad’s fault for not setting an alarm and waking late. Thankfully, your bags were already packed and ready. It would have made you even more late.

‘’I’m gonna get snacks,’’ you decided, unbuckling your seatbelt too. ‘’Want anything?’’

He shook his head. ‘’I’m good.’’

‘’I think I’m gonna get a pack of berry skittles…or maybe sour patch kids.’’

‘’Sounds good.’’

‘’Are you sure you don’t want anything?’’ you asked again, getting out of the jeep.

‘’Sure.’’ Conrad grabbed your arm and pulled you in for a quick kiss.

When you returned, your hands were full and your sunglasses slipping down the bridge of your nose made you suspect they were not yours. Conrad was already in the jeep, waiting for you.

‘’I’m back!’’ You slammed the door shut and dumped everything on your lap — minus the slurpee.

Conrad glanced at all the snacks you got and raised an eyebrow. ‘’Did you empty the whole gas station?’’ he teased, seeing everything you bought. ‘’And where’s my slurpee?’’

You pushed your sunglasses back up, seeing better, and took a sip of your drink. ‘’You always say it’s too sugary and gives you a brain-freeze.’’

‘’Yeah, well I’m thirsty, so too bad.’’ Conrad leaned toward the slurpee cup and took a long sip of your drink. He grimaced, regretting that choice. ‘’Hmm, that’s too sugary.’’

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wooahaes · 8 months

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pairing: non-idol!mingyu x gn!reader [reader has a uterus!!!]

genre: fluff. convenience store worker au. friends to lovers, kind of!

word count: ~0.7k

warnings: menstruation + mentions of reader bleeding through their pants. reader is not referred to with any pronouns or anything. mingyu being obvious w his affection and reader being over his shit.

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Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck--Of all the things that could happen today, a bloodstain on your pants was one of the worst.

Thankfully, you were prepared for one part of this. You had period supplies in your bag, and you'd taken care of that issue easily enough. Yet now you were standing in the bathroom, pissed at yourself for not wearing a shirt long enough to hide the stain, or a jacket that you could tie around your waist until you got home. You'd glanced at your phone, frustrated as you tried to figure out a plan. Mingyu would definitely be fine if you told him you needed to run home and change pants (thank fuck you didn't live super far from the convenience store you both worked in). If you walked just right the stain wouldn't be super obvious from the front, but the back of your pants...

Life sucked. Everything sucked.

All too soon, there was a knock at the door, startling you. Mingyu called out your name, and you shut your eyes, already cursing the world.

You cracked the door open, peering at Mingyu's face... only to realize one little thing first. He was wearing a hoodie. He wasn't supposed to, your boss had a weird thing about it despite keeping the store cold as fuck, but the two of you never blabbed.

"I need your jacket."

He stared at you. "What? No--It's cold in here."

"Mingyu," you lowered your voice. "I need your jacket. Just for, like, thirty minutes, max."

"Why do you--"

You glanced toward the storefront, relieved that it was empty, and turned back to him. "I bled and I need to run home and change pants--"

Already, he was unzipping his jacket to hand it over, mumbling something about why didn't you just say that? He had a sister, he understood accidents like this happened. He watched as you pulled the door open further, tying his jacket around your waist before stepping out. Mingyu leaned against the wall, looking you over for a moment.

He smiled, admiring you with this sappy look in his eyes--which you swore you'd seen him have when seeing a puppy once. "Not how I wanted to give you my jacket, but..."

You rolled your eyes. "Uh-huh." Not this shit again. How many times had Mingyu said things like this...? You weren't sure. You started to make your way to the doors, "I'll be fast. If I run, I should take long--"

"You don't have to rush," Mingyu said. "I can handle things. Just take care of yourself. I'll make up an excuse for you," he pulled the door open for you, lingering just behind you with that same stupid grin on his face. Sometimes you hated how handsome he was. "Just go and come back safely."

You furrowed your brow, staring at him. "... What are you doing?"

"Helping you," he smiled. "If you want to make it up to me... You could buy me dinner."

Is now really the time to play this game? "Stop teasing," you took a step outside, turning back to him. "I'll be back--"

"I'm not!" He called out, following you out. "I'm serious. I like you."

For a moment, your mind went blank. Really? Really? Now, of all times? "Oh my god, Mingyu--" You took a few steps back, "Okay--We'll--We'll talk about that one later. I'll be back in a bit!"

He beamed at you, watching you go with that same stupidly handsome smile on his face, happy as ever to see you. Once you had disappeared down the street, he stepped back inside, completely content in his flirting with you again. To be honest, he always had the idea that one day he'd walk you home after work, and he'd notice you shiver, and he'd offer up his jacket... But this worked, too.

(Just ignore the way his heart stopped when you came back, wearing his jacket, and saying something about how he needed to pick where he wanted dinner from... and that you'd be keeping the jacket until the end of your shift.)

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pjackk · 2 years

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Situation. urgent.

Hey gang, i need help real bad.Seriously, life is like really tough for me rigt now. So,pretty much, some doushe bag ran into me in a drunk driving incident and now im having some real bad money problems.

This is all cuz i was out getting some drinks with my fwb & and it was night time and real dark & shit so when i tried to merge (thought nobody was there) some idiot was right there,apparently.

Thankfully i got out real easy cuz only the driver of the other car and my buddy got hurt since he was givin me crazy car head & smashed his head on my wheel & got a concussion i think.

The other drive is still in a coma & his psycho ass wife keeps bitching at me bout how i gotta pay for everuthing which i think might be illegal from the harassment act

It was real ugly and basically im traumatized by The blood & shit & that guys banshee ass wife who isnt even pretty by the way has kind of traumatised me.

Pretty much, im not really insured so i got to pay for everything from my pockets,which, is very close to empty.

My booze is running out to which is pretty bad & shitty cuz i gotta drink to deal with the pain snce i dont even vibe with therapist bull shit.

Pretty much, even if i had the money to numb my pain with DIY/tradional medicine i cant even drive w/o keeping a breathalyzer in my car now which im prety sure is rigged as fucked since even if i only drank a litle bit it still fails.

Pretty much,i need at least $1500 to pay up for the my treatment, gettig my ride sexy again,and rent cuz my land lord keeps skull fuckign my ass cuz i dont have a reliable gig rn so he wont even give me another month extension to pay.

Situation urgent.I know life is like a box of chocolates & shit but please help so i can keep being fckin awesome!!!

Pic of my truck.Mechanic said its gonna cost a fortune to fix.thank fuck this wasnt my house lol i would be in lots of trouble

Btw, here are two creatures lol. Im gonna have to get them killed if i dont get money by the way since kibbles so expensive rn cuz of the 🇺🇦⚔️🇷🇺 war i think,so maybe U can think about that

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littledollll · 1 year

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Caretaking

Larissa Weems x reader

A/n: i accidentally posted and deleted this ;-; I’m so mad rn that I lost the request thing, anyways I hope u like this.

Request by @werewolfvpire : larissa or Lucifer x reader who has a migraine

Warnings: none

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You felt miserable. There was really no other word for it. You had a migraine and it seemingly came out of nowhere, but you knew more often than not it was caused by stress and it had been a heavy week٫ so you marked that as your reasoning.

Your head was pounding, any type of sound felt like the equivalent of a gunshot. And the chaos of ready to go students was not helping you at all.

Thankfully it being the last class of the day you could run home and crash into bed soon enough.

“Alright, we’re doing quiet time for the last 15 minutes of class. You are free to talk but I’d appreciate it if you could keep your conversations quiet.” They we’re kind enough to comply and you asked one of the students to turn off the lights that felt like they were burning and blinding you.

After the first 5 minutes were down you decided to send them out early. As long as they didn’t cause any problems and went to the common areas or their dorms instead of staying near the classrooms disturbing other classes it was fine.

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“You’re here early, are you alright my darling?” Larissa looked up at you as you rounded her desk to greet her. Wrapping your arms around her from the back of her chair, you hummed.

"Migraines. I’m gonna head to bed, okay?” Larissa kissed your hand and nodded, “I’ll be there in a second, I just want to finish up some things.”

“Don’t rush, I’m just getting some rest.” You gave her a final squeeze and a kiss to her cheek before walking back to your shared room.

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

In 20 minutes you were out of your work clothes, showered and in bed.

When Larissa finally made her a way home you were already fast asleep. Every light was turned off and the covers were pushed up to cover your eyes.

She opted not to bother you yet, instead making her way back to the kitchen to get you meds, and something to drink and eat. You were stubborn when you weren’t feeling good, convinced you could make anything go away with sleep instead of taking the intended medication for it.

She walked went back to your side with a tray of everything she picked out in hand, setting it next to the bedside table she gently rubbed your arm to wake you up.

You grumbled a complain and peeked your head above the blanket, glaring at her. “Who dares-“

“I do.” She interrupted, giving you a smile and off my ering up the tray, “drink this, and this. Then eat, you can’t take those on an empty stomach, you can go back to sleep after.”

She left no room for arguing, you begrudgingly sat up and did as she said, not without pouting the whole time of course. “Thank you darling.”

You gave her a hum, and pulled her into the bed. Larissa yelped but complied, getting under the covers with you she wrapped around you as you happily hid into her neck.

You mumbled out a sleepy, “thank you” and closed your eyes, giving in to her warmth.

“Whenever you need, my love”

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #principal larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems fluff #larissa weems nevermore #larissa weems wednesday #principal weems #principal weems fluff

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bricksduhh · 1 year

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Love language

Mickey Altieri x male reader (NSFW)

Takes place in the same cinema as the opening of scream 2 but there's no ghostface, just you and Mickey. Long story short, Mickey gives you head in the bathroom stall.

(I threw this together so fast, so if there is any mistakes just know i am very tired and have only read over this once lol and yes, i am working on some of your requests rn hoping to have some out soon!! )

Enjoy!

You couldn't believe you let Mickey drag you out to the cinema. You didn't hate the cinema, you loved it actually. It's just the fact he's forcing you out to see "Stab". It was a movie that is based on real life killings. You knew that there were going to be people there going crazy over it,everyone goes crazy over true crime. You don't understand the appeal to it but if it makes Mickey happy then you would watch it with him.

He bought your tickets before grabbing your arm to drag you in. "These are yours, complimentary of the film studio themselves" You both stopped in front of the lady. She stood there holding out two packages. You took one, thanking her. You looked at it see that it was a ghostface costume.

"Are they serious? Handing out costumes like this?" You kept looking at the packaging. "It's like they're asking for someone to be murdered." You rolled your eyes.

"Oh come on, don't be a mood killer. Put that shit on." Mickey said, already opening his package. You two walked into the room where the movie premiere was being held. It was full of people in ghostface costumes. You felt uncomfortable, anyone in here could easily kill someome without being detected. You finished putting on the robe that Mickey forced you to, before sitting beside him.

"Why did we sit at the very back?" You turned to him, his eyes already stuck on you.

"Because, nobody usually sits or looks back here." He says, looking you up and down. You laugh at him.

"You wish" You replied, picking up on what he meant. You notice that he is still looking at you.

"Are you ok?" You asked, giving him a confused expression.

"I think we should go to the bathroom then." He turned to you.

"We?" You asked. "Why both of us?" You saw Mickey give you a grin. Oh. You realised what he meant. You leaned in towards him "In the fucking bathroom? Are you serious?" You whispered.

"Yeah" He got up from his seat, dragging you out with him. This was going to be a new experience for you. He pulled you into the bathroom. Thankfully it was empty despite the many people who were in the cinema today. You were pushed into the end stall, Mickey turning to lock the door. You didn't have time to question anything before his lips met yours.

The one thing you loved about Mickey was how aggressive he could get while kissing. He pushed you up against the wall of the cubical, rarely lifting his lips for a breath. His hands traversed your body, slipping them under the robe you still wore. He moved his mouth towards your neck, planting a kiss on the side. He then moved up to the side of your jaw, leaving another kiss. He moved back to your lips. He released from them and whispered to you.

"You look so fucking hot in this" He tugged at your costume. You could barely respond to him. Your mind was going crazy. Although you two have been dating for 3 months now, it has all been in secret. Nobody knows about you two, everyone thinks you're just really close friends. Due to this you both rarely kiss each other, or even do anything sexual. You shared a dorm with a few of your college classmates so having sex in there wouldn't be a smart idea. Instead you two resorted to having to wait till either one of your houses were empty before trying. It was very rare, but whenever you two tried a sexual act it was pure heaven. You yearn for more of those moments every time you both finish.

Mickey continues to tug at your costume. "Can I suck you off?" He asks, looking into your eyes. You looked into his, seeing the hunger he had for your body. You couldn't believe you were about to let him do this in a public bathroom. You nod. He undoes your costume before kneeling down. He fiddles with your waistband for a moment, undoing the belt you wore to keep your jeans up. He removed the belt and pulled your jeans down. His eyes met with your bulge. He slowly removed your underwear, pulling it down enough that it rested under your dick.

Mickey ran his hand over your cock, causing you to moan in pleasure. You heard him whisper a shush, motioning towards the outside of the stall. Mickey placed his mouth over your tip, his breath over your dick being enough to cause you to roll your head back against the wall. He slowly placed his mouth over your pulsating dick, moving his head back and forth in slow motions. He placed one hand on the wall behind you for support as his other touched where his mouth didn't reach. You felt amazing. Each movement Mickey made on your dick made your mind spiral. Your hand landed on the back of his head, clutching his hair. Your arm moved with the motion of Mickey, moving back and forth. You felt his tongue wrapped around your cock, adding on to the immense pleasure you were feeling.

Your other hand was placed over your mouth, not wanting to release any noises that may catch the attention of anyone who enters. Although you didn't have to worry about you making any noises. The sound of Mickey's gags as he took your length down his throat was enough for someone to be suspicious of what was going on in the stall. You closed your eyes, praying that someone wouldn't enter the bathroom but also in reaction to what you were feeling in the moment. Your breathing was picking up its pace, you felt a tingling sensation beging to form in your groin.

You tapped at Mickey's head. "Mickey-" You let out in a small moan. "Mickey I'm gonna-" You couldn't finish your sentence before you felt yourself finishing in the boy's mouth. You didn't hold back your moans, letting everyone of them out. You couldn't hold them back. You rarely feel this way due to the complicated relationship that the feeling was still so strange and overwhelming to you. You looked down at Mickey, watching as he pulled away,white strings following his release from your cock. He wiped at his mouth before swallowing what you had left in him. He stood up standing in front of you. He placed his hand over your cheek, looking at you panting in front of him.

"You look even hotter like this. I missed this look on you" He said. You only responded with a weak laugh, still trying to catch your breath. "Next time you do me ok?" He said slapping at your chest before walking out of the stall. You collected your thoughts as you pulled your pants back up, putting on your belt and following Mickey's trail.

You watched as Mickey began to walk back into the room. You decided you needed food after what just happened. You went up to the counter and ordered a large popcorn with two medium cokes. You entered where the movie was playing and sat back beside Mickey, handing him his drink. He looked around, seeing everyone was watching the movie and not you two. He leaned in, kissing you. "I love you" He said as he grabbed a handful of popcorn.

"I love you too" You whispered, smiling at him before turning to watch the movie.

#Mickey Altieri x male reader #scream x reader #scream x male reader #Mickey Altieri x reader #Mickey Altieri x y/n #Scream #scream 2 #Gay #Male reader

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writingsofwesteros · 2 years

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Can you please write something about Daemon having a child he didn't know about with a woman he met during the war with the Crabfeeder and he finds out about it a few years later, pls make it with a happy ending I can't take heartbreak rn <3

AN: Hi, I hope you like it. I only realised half way through you would of rather the reader be the woman and not the child. I’m an idiot :(

“I am glad you are back, brother.” Viserys wrapped him into an embrace as they shared wine and food. It had been only a few months since Daemon had been on his travels with Caraxes; five years since the war with the Crabfeeder. He was planning on staying home for a while now anyway.

He thought it was best to make amends with his brother. If only for now. He kept those thoughts to himself. “You did well on the stepstones, brother.” Viserys complimented Daemon with a soft smile. “I did it for you.” Daemon lied and copied the smile coming his way as he sipped at the wine.

The brothers continued to enjoy each other's company well into the early evening as laughter and jokes continued. Daemon hadn’t felt like this in a while; not since..well, he didn’t think about that. Viserys watched a far away look come over his brother and a soft frown came over his face. “Is there something else?” Viserys gently asked and placed his goblet of wine back down on the table. “Maybe once upon a time.” Daemon whispered, the drink allowing his tongue to be looser than normal. Viserys waited for his brother to continue as he leaned back into the chair. “A woman, then?”

The King guessed and a smirk played on his lips when Daemon turned to him. “Hmm, did you fall in love?” Daemon scoffed at such a question; even though he was unsure of the answer if he was honest with himself. “Of course not.” The Prince answered. He looked back down at his now empty goblet.

“But I could have.” Daemon whispered mostly to himself as he reached to pour some more wine for himself. “What happened to her?” Viserys gently asked as he watched his brother take more alcohol. “I was told she had died.” Daemon hummed and tried to forget those memories now that he was home.

“I’m sorry.” Viserys whispered and he truly was. Daemon knew that and only bowed his head as a reply. “It’s in the past now.” The Prince whispered mostly to himself as he tried to forget about it all.

Thankfully, the days that followed Daemon was able to keep his mind occupied as he teased Rhaenyra. It was in the throne room as he began to whisper into her ear when the guards came to him. “My Prince..Princess.” They whispered and bowed when they moved into the throne room.

“Is there something wrong?” Rhaenyra asked as she turned around; trying to catch her breath subtly. “There is a child…she looks like you, my Prince.” They carefully told them the reason for the visit. Daemon could only stare in confusion as he locked eyes with the Princess. “Bring her in.” Rhaenyra ordered.

Daemon’s heart was racing. It wasn’t as if he was always careful when taking someone to bed. He was surprised it hadn’t happened sooner. He saw the questions in Rhaenyra’s eyes but soon he became speechless. Here you were. A ghost of your mother, he thought to himself as your little legs carried you.

You clutched at a dirty blanket and his eyes twitched. “Unhand her.” He ordered the guard who did so. You softly stroked your arm as you looked up at the two people in front of you. “Hello.” Daemon whispered. Rhaenyra looked between the pair and anyone with half a brain could see the resemblance.

“Hello..” You whispered out and looked back up to the guards before stepping away from them; almost instantly moving towards Daemon. Daemon slowly moved to kneel at your height as his heart pounded. “Was your mother called Josephenie?” The Prince asked you and you softly nodded in sadness.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Daemon whispered and placed a lock of your bright hair around your ears. You ducked your head shyly as the Prince’s heart began to break. He’d had a child out there in the world and knew nothing about it. He should have been there for you, the Prince scolded himself.

His eyes moved over you once more and saw how dirty you were. “Let's get you cleaned up.” Daemon whispered. You looked back over to the Princess as she only stared on in confusion. You ducked your head once more in complete shyness. Daemon rested his arm on you and watched as you cuddled against him.

The familiar scent of the Prince had you calming down even if you weren’t sure of the situation completely. Daemon could only continue to watch you as his eyes completely softened as you took everything in. “Pretty.” You whispered and moved to play with Daemon’s fingers. He looked down to the ring you were playing with.

“It was going to be your mothers.” He whispered down at you and for a moment he lost himself in memories. “My mothers?” You whispered and he gently placed the ring into your small palm. “Yes.” You looked down at the ring and a soft smile came over your face. “Thank you.” You whispered up to him.

“You will be safe here.” Daemon whispered as he guided you gently down the many corridors. “I’m staying here?” You asked shyly and linked arms with him. You quickly became more comfortable with him. “Of course.” The Prince whispered and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

You couldn’t stop the smile coming over your face as you followed after the Prince and into the most luxurious looking chambers you’d ever seen. “Wow..” You whispered out; your hands moving over the sofa. Daemon only chuckled at your reaction and watched you take everything in.

“It’s warm here.” You whispered and without thought; you gracefully placed yourself down onto the sofa. “I’m glad you like it.” Daemon smiled and moved to sit on the chair opposite the sofa. His eyes warmly on you. “It can be yours. All of it.” Daemon whispered in a near babbling state to you.

“All of it?” You whispered and began to play with the ring in your palm once more. “Of course. You are a Princess, aren’t you?” Daemon winked and happiness bubbled inside him as you smiled so brightly at him.

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theautisticjedi · 5 days

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Hello there autistic jedi.... I have one simple question for you.... Could you tell me everything about your Michael Afton please and thank you

Why hello there connectionteterminated13.... I have a not so simple answer....

Also I thought tumblr deleted this but it didn't! Thankfully omg.

So! *claps hands together* I'm working on an AU rn, as in, first chapter is 75% doneish, and I have a plan sorta.

Things could definitely change as I change things constantly if I get a better idea.

So my Michael Afton...this poor boy, oh God where do I start...

Trigger warning for child abuse and self harm mentions under the cut

When Michael was 16, he walked downstairs to find his mother dead in his father's arms by his hand. Michael is of course horrified and tries to call the police, but William threatens him into staying silent.

Michael was very close with his mom, and her loss caused him a lot of pain understandably. Especially when, now that Clara is gone, William can hurt and lash out at Michael as there's no one to stop him. William never liked Michael, as he was an accident baby, and later caused the death of Evan (accidentally of course, Michael is haunted by the guilt every day).

After being compared to his father (the two look near identical, only that Michael's eyes are bright blue and he has freckles), Michael takes matters into his own hands and purposely burns half his face so that he won't ever be mistaken for his father again.

When Michael graduates high school, he decides to run away, he's an adult now, there's nothing stopping him from running. He packs his car up and starts to drive, no destination in mind. As he's driving, he starts to see signs for Las Vegas, and decides he'll go there, he's always wanted to visit.

Here is Mike (made with picrew so not exact but close to what I have in mind, the cross necklace was his mother's)

He arrives in Las Vegas and explores the city, immediately loses $10 to a slot machine and decides to never gamble again (smart man).

While wandering around, he ends up meeting the owner of a club, who immediately offers him a job as a security guard.

See, Michael may have soft, wide eyes and be mostly soft-spoken, but he's tall. As in, 6'8 tall. So he's pretty intimidating.

He enters the club, and his eyes fall to one of the dancers on stage, who's the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.

Meet Nancy Schmidt (stage name Serenity), an aspiring dancer.

Mike is head over heels in love with her at first sight. He walks her to her car every night, and finally he works up the courage to ask her out on a date. She agrees, and he skips all the way home.

Their first date is a bit rocky, as Mike has no idea how to be romantic, but they work things out, go on more dates, and start to fall in love. He spends three years with her, they move in together, he's planning on proposing, all is well.

Until his father gives him a call, says he needs his help with something to do with his sister. (Who Michael thinks went missing) He doesn't want to go back, but Nancy, who has no idea about William's abuse and murder, tells him he should go back, just so they don't end on bad terms, like her and her father. So he agrees.

And then he gets scooped.

He wanders around as Ennard until Ennard makes a dash for the sewers, leaving Michael an empty husk. He limply crawls to the only person he knows I'm town that might help him.

His Uncle Henry.

Henry has been a complete shut in since Charlie died back in '83, Michael hasn't seen him in years.

He knocks on his door, it's late, Henry opening it to find Michael slumped on the ground, his chest haphazardly stitched together. Michael begs for his help, which Henry gives, taking him inside and doing his best to properly stitch him up.

After being scooped, Michael doesn't call Nancy, to ashamed of his appearance to tell her, hoping she'll just find a new man and move on. But she doesn't, tracking down Fazbear’s and giving them a call, and while William nor Henry own it, she manages to get Henry's contact info and gives him a call. He tells her that Michael is here, without telling Michael.

Nancy drives down immediately, knocking on Henry's door, who let's her in.

She hears Mike in the kitchen, begging her to stay away. He's hiding in the dark, and when she flips on the light, she's horrified. She asks what happened to him, who did this to him. She steps closer and cradles his face, she's so worried about him.

Much to Michael's shock, she's worried, not disgusted with him.

Michael explains what happened, not just the scooping but everything before that. His father abusing him and killing his mother, how he got his burn scar, etc. She holds his hands as he explains, heartbroken at how much he kept inside.

Michael expects her to leave, but she won't, she's staying with him, he's still the same man she fell for, just purple and missing most organs.

There's so much more to get into, they get married, they have a kid, how the games play into the story, the ghost kids, Scrap Ballora, etc. But this is enough for now I think :D

If you made it this far, thank you! Some of these details will change when I write the actual fic of course. Thank you so much for asking me!

#fnaf #michael afton #fnaf oc #michael afton x oc #long post #fnaf au #my au

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potol0ver · 1 year

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Can I have headcannons of reader singing Erik to sleep after he has a nightmare? They are by no means a professional, but their voice is still very soothing? Good luck moving btw!

Oh most definitely! And thank you! Moving was stressful lol- definitely not done unpacking but it’s calm and there’s no rush rn so

This might be a little short if it is I’m sorry, I’m getting back into the swing of writing. Sorry for making you wait so long, with that being said let’s get into it!

Tags; fluffy, kinda angsty, over all just sweet

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Today was one of those days where due to Erik’s nocturnal sleep schedule, he was in deep sleep and you were wide awake. Thankfully today you didn’t have work to do, so you found a book and slid in the bed covers next to your lover while he slept soundly. In his sleep, Erik gravitated toward you, bringing a smile on your face when he finally put an arm on you.

Sadly the sweet moment was cut short when he started to grab onto you harshly. Looking down at him from your book, you see his face twisted in fear. Your heart sunk as you immediately put down your book and try and get him awake. Placing a hand on his shoulder you gently shake him. “Erik, sweet heart, wake up.”

He only clung onto you more in his sleep, pulling you two closer, “Erik wake up, you’re safe, I’m here.” Now getting a little harder with your shaking and a firmer voice, his eyes shot open. Erik was breathing rapidly and otherwise frozen. “Oh my love…” you placed a hand on his face, hoping it would help him calm down. Once he felt your hand, he looked up at you almost looking like a sad puppy, and placed his hand over yours.

He sat up, still holding your hand to his face, and laid his head in your shoulder. Wrapping your fee arm around his torso, you start whispering sweet nothings to him as he calmed down. “You’re okay” “you’re safe” “I’m here” “I’m not going anywhere” “I love you”.

Finally with a deep breath Erik spoke, “please sing to me.” Lifting his head to meet your eyes, you couldn’t say no to him.

“What song do you want me to sing love?”

“The song…” he didn’t need to explain further, although you were surprised he wanted that song.

“Erik, are you sure that song? It’s quite sad…” he just simply nodded his head and slid down to hug your waist, placing his head on your chest. With a small smile you start to sing to him.

“Child of the wilderness, born into emptiness, learn to be lonely, learn to find your way in darkness…” as you sing, his body melted against you.

Your voice might not be ‘opera worthy’ but it brought him comfort he’s never felt before. Christine’s voice was stunning, that’s what drew him to her, but you voice holds warmth and kindness hers never did. Letting himself be swallowed in it, he fell back into sleep, this time, it felt like heaven.

#erik poto #erik destler #erik destler x reader #erik the phantom #erik x reader #phantom of the opera #phantom x reader

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pepperonijem · 1 year

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vii. a dream within a dream || all my love

"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream ." - A Dream Within a Dream; Edgar Allan Poe

Summary: bucky barnes ocassionally lives out his dream of being a hallmark holiday movie protagonist. only on weekends. Pairing: Bucky Barnesx f!Reader Warnings: food mentions Word Count: 2.8k A/N: sorry for the random hiatus. it has been a very difficult last two weeks, with school, the passing of one of my favorite artists, and just general business of life... but here y'all goooo

previous chapter || back to library || next chapter

“Bucky,” Steve sighed in frustration. “You’ve missed the turn three times already. We’ve been circling this block for twenty minutes.”

“Steven, with all due respect, please shut up so I can see better.”

“I’ll shut up when you finally make the –” Steve was cut off by Bucky making a sharp left turn and he grabbed the handle above his window. “Oh my god, this isn’t Mario Kart, use your brakes.”

“Well I made the turn didn’t I?” Bucky huffed at Steve as he readjusted his wheel. Thankfully, the streets weren’t too busy at this time of night. Bucky glanced over at Steve who let out a chortle of disbelief.

“I guess that’s true,” he admitted.

“So why was everyone being so weird earlier?” Bucky asked, referring to the weird shift in events that occurred when he stopped at Scott’s house.

The question seemed to catch Steve off guard as he let out a surprised cough. “Weird? What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about why Natasha seemed to be hauling your ass to the front door, and how Wanda suddenly got food poisoning less than half an hour after I called her,” Bucky said flatly, glancing over at Steve, who was staring outside of the window, pretending to be interested in the empty and clear night sky.

“Oh that? You know Wanda has IBS, she’s really sensitive about it,” Steve replied a little too quickly.

“Okay…” Bucky dragged out. He very well knew that Wanda did not have irritable bowel syndrome, having eaten many meals with her.

Steve turned back around to face him. “Why did you only ask Natasha and Wanda to go with you?” he asked in return.

Now it was Bucky who was caught off guard. “Well, they’re uh… they’re the most entertaining people to roadtrip with.” The words left his mouth a little too quickly and Steve responded with an unconvinced nod.

“Oh, I’m sure Sam would be happy to hear that,” Steve teased. Bucky rolled his eyes with a huff.

“What are you doing right now?” Bucky asked as he noticed Steve rummaging through the glove compartment of his car.

“Looking for snacks,” Steve replied, as if it was obvious. “I didn’t get a chance to eat dinner.” As if on cue, Bucky’s own stomach began to rumble. He hadn’t really had the chance to eat all day, choosing to spend all of his time planning this surprise rather than making meals. He was slightly annoyed, but saw that they managed to make up for some time and had a bit of lee-way before they needed to be at the airport.

Without looking down, he reached down and handed his phone to Steve. “Look for a fast-food place and we can grab something to eat.” Steve hummed in response, unlocking Bucky’s phone.

“Uh, Bucky,” Steve announced, looking up from the phone with a hint of panic. “You have a lot of missed messages and calls from your roomie.”

“Shit,” Bucky cursed under his breath. At the next stoplight, he grabbed his phone back to check the messages, and sure enough, there was a slew of notifications all from you.

neighbor 💩 (8:10 p.m.): jimothy where r u rn

neighbor💩 (8:10 p.m.): if you’re out can u pick up mcdonald’s pls, i’m craving chicken nuggets

neighbor💩 (8:13 p.m.): nvm, i think i actually want taco bell

neighbor💩 (8:15 p.m.): OR ACTUALLY, aren’t u hanging out with everyone tonight? Can u bring home some of the soup wanda makes? it’s the only thing keeping me sane rn

neighbor💩 (8:35 p.m.): Why is my dad calling and asking me where you are

neighbor💩 (8:37 p.m.): Why is Wanda saying you’re not at Scott’s house and that you and Steve are taking a roadtrip together

neighbor💩 (8:39 p.m.): if you are with Steve tell him to answer his phone before I find him and leave him stranded in the woods myself

(3) Missed calls from neighbor💩 8:40 p.m.

Neighbor 💩 (8:50 p.m.): James Barnes i swear to god… i can’t believe you didn’t tell me my dad’s coming in!!

Neighbor 💩 (8:51 p.m.): u better be driving safe… that’s precious cargo

Neighbor 💩 (8:52 p.m.): anyway i haven’t decided if i’m mad or happy that you planned this whole thing without telling me… find out on the next episode of Dragon Ball Z

“By any chance,” Steve started sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down at his own phone. “Is this supposed to be a surprise?”

“That’s correct,” Bucky confessed, setting his phone down as the light turned green once again. “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“Well, not anymore,” Steve said sheepishly.

Bucky looked at him, eyes wide with panic. “You told her?” He asked loudly.

Steve raised his hands in defense. “I didn’t know! You know I’m terrible with secrets,” he pouted.

Bucky took a deep breath, calming himself down. “It’s fine,” he said. “It’s fine. I mean, it’s fine. It’s fine right?”

Steve nodded back. “It’ll be fine,” he echoed. “At least we’re almost there.”

After a half an hour, the boys finally arrived at the airport.

They were greeted by the familiar figure waiting at the curb with an excited smile and a friendly wave. As Bucky pulled the car into a stop, he took a deep breath before getting out of the car to help his guest load into the car.

“Bucky!” your dad exclaimed as he pulled him into a warm hug that Bucky wasn’t really expecting. “Nice to see you.” He peeked over Bucky’s shoulder to see Steve waving to him from the passenger’s seat.

“Steve, is that you?” He asked with a cheerful smile as Steve nodded sheepishly. He too received a hug through the window, before entering the car himself.

As they headed home, the three boys in the car found themselves in pleasant conversation as they caught up on life.

“How’s your application going, Steve?” Your father asked from the back seat.

Steve hesitated, looking out the window as he finally answered. “I uh, I sent it in last month. Just waiting to hear back from them.”

As if noticing a shift in Steve’s demeanor, he switched his focus to the boy in the driver’s seat. “What about you, Bucky? What are your plans for next year?”

Just like Steve, Bucky hesitated before answering. “I think I’m going into education,” he exclaimed, as if the words surprised him as well.

“Oh education?” Your dad hummed thoughtfully. “Your dad always thought you would go into engineering or something science-y. What made you decide on education?”

Bucky smiled as he replied. “A good talk with a good friend.” He didn’t miss the way Steve looked at him with an eyebrow raised, but decided not to mention it.

An hour later, Bucky pulled into the driveway and put his car in park. He hadn’t even opened his door before the back seat passenger door was being swung open and he heard your voice ring in his ear.

“Dad!” you called, pulling him out of the car and into a warm embrace. As Steve and Bucky got out of the car you immediately latched on to both of them as well, surprising Bucky. Maybe hugging runs in the family? He thought.

“Bucky,” you said firmly, now pulling away from him. Your eyebrows were furrowed together and your eyes looked glassy and— were you mad?

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m— I thought it would be a cool surprise and I—”

“Why are you apologizing?” You asked incredulously. “This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Now you had wrapped him into another hug, but Bucky let himself relax, relieved that you weren’t pissed off at him.

Before he could say anything else, you had already moved on to Steve, joking with him about how he sucks at keeping a secret, and inviting him to stay just a little bit longer before heading home. Steve nodded sheepishly, even after seeing the 11:57 p.m. blare at him from his phone screen as he checked the time.

Bucky bit the inside of his cheek, thinking to himself that it was weird for him to find your mix of emotions and giddy excitement so endearing. However, he found himself still leaning against the car, in awe that he managed to pull this surprise off. Part of him felt like the protagonist of a Hallmark Christmas movie, moving heaven and earth for the girl he lo–

Bucky let out a cough, not letting himself finish the thought.

As he watched you drag Steve into the house, Bucky found himself alone with your dad who was still gathering the last of his things from the trunk.

“Oh, let me get that for you,” Bucky insisted as he grabbed one of the bags.

Your dad thanked him as he shut the trunk, turning to face Bucky but making no effort to move toward the door of the house.

“Bucky,” he called, his voice much softer than it was at the airport. “I’m guessing she’s the ‘good friend?’” he pat Bucky on the shoulder as he nodded sheepishly, looking down at the ground.

“Let me give you some advice, kiddo. Don’t think too much, life is so much better when you don’t.” With that, he also made his way inside, leaving Bucky alone in the icy chill of the night.

What did he mean by that? Bucky thought. I think a healthy amount, no more and no less, in fact, if I wanted to stop thinking right now I could. See? I did it. For a whole 5 seconds I stopped thinking. Or maybe he—

“Penny for your thoughts?” Bucky’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice. You walked over to where he was leaning against the hood of the car, looking into the night sky.

“I’m not really thinking about anything,” Bucky shook his head. “At least, nothing important.”

He looked down as you handed him a blanket.

“Well if you’re gonna sit here and think about nothing important, you should at least stay warm,” He unraveled the blanket, placing one side around his shoulders and extending his arm as an invitation.

“Join me for a bit?” Bucky surprised himself as he asked the question, and had to resist the urge to tense up when you shifted closer and allowed him to wrap the other side of the blanket around your shoulder.

Thankfully, the silence that followed was peaceful, and when you broke it with a quiet voice, he found himself leaning closer to hear you.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“For what?” He asked, giving you a gentle nudge, inviting you to speak up.

“For everything,” you answered. “For every late night study session, for bringing me back tea and croissants when you go to the cafe, for bringing my dad here. I feel like you’ve done so much for me, and I’ve just been kind of… a parasite since the beginning.”

Bucky felt his heart lurch at your words. A parasite? How could you think of yourself that way?

Your father’s words echoed in his head once again. Stop thinking so much, he told himself.

So he turned to you, and told you exactly how he felt. “You’re not a parasite, you’re a catalyst.”

You scoffed out a laugh, playfully punching him on the shoulder. “What does that mean?”

Bucky rubbed his arm, pretending to be in pain as you rolled your eyes at him. “It means,” he began. “That the moment you walked through that door, everything changed.”

“For the better, I hope,” you added.

“Well, for reference, I was finally invited to one of Tony’s exclusive karaoke parties. He said I’m a lot more fun these days. I even sang a song.”

You raised your eyebrow at him in curiosity. “Oh? What song?”

He shook his head, refusing to tell you, until you poked his side and he all but fell. “Dancing Queen by ABBA,” he admitted in embarrassment. “Don’t laugh.”

“I’m not laughing, I didn’t laugh,” you said with your lips pursed tightly together, trying hard to fight a chuckle. “What did you score?”

“100.”

“No way.”

Bucky nodded sheepishly as you finally let out your laughter.

“Okay, okay, I believe you,” you relented with a nod. “The Bucky I met in August would have vomited at the thought. I guess I may have rubbed off on you a little.”

“See? This is a symbiotic relationship.” Bucky chuckled, playfully punching your shoulder.

“Alright, alright,” you relented, pulling the blanket off yourself and turning to extend your hand to Bucky. “Now let’s head inside so we don’t freeze.”

A cozy meal and a few board games later, the clock read 4 a.m. and everyone was starting to lose it. Your dad had turned in two hours ago, after the first round of Monopoly ended with you claiming total domination and Steve and Bucky going bankrupt. After you begged your father to stay up, he promised he would only take a nap and that he’d be up by seven a.m. to get breakfast with you.

Still full of energy from the day’s excitement, you forced Steve and Bucky to stay up with you to play a round of Catan, only for you to be falling asleep halfway through it.

“Steve,” Bucky groaned sleepily as he lazily dropped the dice out of his hands. “Make us more coffee–”

He was cut off by Steve slapping his hand over his mouth. “Shhh.” Bucky sat up and slapped his hand away. “She’s finally knocked out.”

Sure enough, your soft snores were coming from the couch as you lay there peacefully, giving Bucky and Steve time to finally escape. Steve got up first, trying his best to move silently.

“I’m gonna make a cup of coffee before I head out,” Steve whispered to Bucky who nodded.

As Steve headed to the kitchen, he tried to stand up carefully from his spot on the floor in front of the couch you were on. He didn’t make it very far before he heard you call out to Bucky.

“Stay?” your voice came out with the softest puff of air, and he wondered if he imagined it.

If Bucky had any more self control, he would have walked away.

But when you reached your hand out in search of his, how could he bring himself to leave?

So instead he knelt back down beside you and decided that once again, he would stop thinking and let himself be in the moment. And in that moment, he was well aware of how his heart hammered against his chest and how his lips were quirked into a smile. Have you always been cute, or was the lack of sleep finally getting to him? Chalking it up to his sleepy deliriousness, he allowed himself to be just a little reckless.

He looked down at where your hand was still in his, and with his free hand reached up to brush a hair out of your face, his hand freezing when he felt your hand twitch in his. Your face grimaced just a little bit at the disturbance and he finally let out a breath when it settled back into a look of peace.

“Sleep well,” he whispered out before giving your hand one final squeeze as he pulled away, taking note of how cold his hands suddenly felt. He balled his hand into a fist and quickly opened it again, aware of all the blood rushing back into his fingertips.

As he stood to drape a blanket over your sleeping figure, he noticed Steve had returned from the kitchen.

“She’s out,” Bucky informed Steve who nodded back absent-mindedly, not quite looking at him. “Do you want a ride back to Scott’s?”

“Hmm?” Steve hummed before finally turning to Bucky. “Oh, no it’s fine, it’s a short walk and the weather is nice tonight.”

“You sure?” Bucky asked with his hands in his pockets, stifling a yawn.

“Yeah,” Steve nodded back with a small smile. “The coffee woke me up.”

Bucky relented and walked Steve to the door before finally making his way into his own bed. Against his better judgment, he found himself replaying the few minutes you sat outside with him, looking at the stars.

He let out a sigh, reaching for the book that rested on his side table, Pride and Prejudice, untouched since the day he read it at the cafe. However, he did not grab the book itself, but rather the bookmark that kept his page – a pink envelope still sealed, addressed to him.

Maybe one day I’ll open it, he thought to himself. But not today.

And with that, Bucky slipped into a deep slumber.

Maybe I’ll dream of you.

#Bucky Barnes #Sebastian Stan #Bucky barnes fluff #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan angst #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan headcanon #sebastian stan x reader #James Buchanan Barnes #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes smut

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smolcinnamonchipmunk · 11 months

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I like the both the prompts “Hey, can I- Can I eat you? I, uh, you’d just- feel really good in there, I think, and um… Jeez, I’m sorry, you just look so tasty…” and “Your stomach can wait its dang turn.” !

(Finally able to make something for this request from a while ago! I feel so rusty at writing rn, Jesus. Glossed over the early on bickering because I didn’t feel like writing a lot of dialogue and just wanted to get into it. Honestly, trying to write the argument was delaying me for a few days before I scrapped it ;-;

But, here it is! I hope it’s up to snuff despite taking a couple weeks and being shorter than most with another rushed end. I hope to have the beach episode done by the end of Saturday, but we’ll see. :P) TW/CW: Soft, safe, NONSEXUAL, m/nb g/t oral vore; kind of foodplay?? (It’s crepe filling, so not exactly food) Count: 2426 “Hey, can I- Can I eat you? I, uh, you’d just- feel really good in there, I think, and um… Jeez, I’m sorry, you just look so tasty…” I paused what I was doing, tapping the whisk I was using against the side of the bowl so that it wouldn’t drip as I turned around to face the ginger demon that was practically drooling on my shoulder. “Beel. Honey,” I said in the tone of mild sweetness over barely restrained irritation as I looked up into his eyes. Which were a bit too glazed over and focused on me for my liking. Simultaneously reaching across the pact to magically give him a tug and lifting my empty hand up to snap and catch his attention both ways, his eyes blinked into focus and I took the opportunity to say, “I’m busy making dinner and dessert right now, and not only will the others not appreciate you eating me in the middle of doing so, I’m also hungry and tired and REALLY want my fucking strawberry crepes. So, your stomach can wait it's damn turn until after dinner, capeesh?” “But, Kaaaat,” Beel’s eyes widened as he begged, reminiscent of a dog begging for a treat.

But, I was too used to this and gave him an unimpressed look, gesturing to the kitchen with the whisk and commanding, “Go sit down and WAIT, Beel.” He whined but reluctantly walked out of the kitchen with the help of some nudging from the pact. I sighed to settle my irritation at being interrupted and turned around to continue cooking dinner. ………………. Dinner was, thankfully, uneventful in the way of arguments between the brothers. Not because they didn’t have anything to argue about, but more because I feel like they could sense my rising irritation anytime voices started raising, mentally tightening the hold on the pacts with the brothers in preparation. Today was just not a day that I had the patience for much bickering. Of course, bickering was inevitable when I got up to put my dishes in the sink and Beel kindly tried to remind me about my ‘promise’. And by remind, I mean a whine that made me sigh with the knowledge of the inevitable onslaught of argument from the other brothers about eating me.

“That’s not fair! I haven’t been able to eat Kat in over a week,” Levi complained, like the Avatar of Envy he was. I groaned and rubbed my temple with my free hand, breathing in and counting like Barbatos and Simeon had suggested. Apparently I could rival Satan on my bad days with my moods. I decided to leave the brothers to fight, knowing that any damages would be something for THEM to deal with, not me. As I walked to the sink and placed my dishes in, I tried to avoid a loud clatter. Humming in mild smugness at the ‘Whoever cooks doesn’t clean’ policy, I walked up to the fridge and took out the small tupperware of crepe cream and strawberries I’d set aside for myself. There were more extras, but this one was for me before Beel could get to the leftovers. Popping over the two little tupperware containers, I got a clean fork and stabbed a strawberry, dipping it in the creme and eating it. “Kat?” I made a noise of curious acknowledgement, looking towards the kitchen entrance with fork still in my mouth, seeing Beel walk in. Knowing exactly what he wanted, I made a disgruntled noise at probably not being able to finish my strawberries and pulled the fork out, saying, “Hey, Beel.” “Can I eat you now,” he asked, placing his own dishes in the sink. Like usual, there were several plates and utensils. “Can I finish my strawberries,” I replied, frowning a bit at his tower of dinnerware. “And you just ate. You know I don’t like being in any of you when there’s food.” The demon let out a whine and placed a hand over his stomach. He looked so dejected that I couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for his ever-present hunger. Everyone did say that I gave into the brothers' whims a bit too easily a lot. “Okaaay. Mira.” With a grumpy growl, I cleared my throat from the sticky sweetness of my treat and leaned on the counter. Once Beel gave me his attention, I added, “We can watch a movie or something so that I can finish my strawberries and your stomach can empty, and you can eat me for tonight.” “Really?” Beel’s eyes lit up as he looked at me, able to see drool at the corners of his mouth. “Yes, really. But no going for a run in the morning with me inside,” I grimaced at the thought, very much not wanting to be woken up by being violently jostled. “When you wake up, let me out so I can shower and pass back out.” “Of course,” the demon nodded seriously, taking the instruction seriously since I can, and have, used the pact to make him stop his morning runs while eaten. “Alright then, let’s go.” I closed and grabbed my two tupperware containers and followed Beel to his room. There was still a bit of arguing from the dining room, but I’m pretty sure it’d been long enough that the topic had changed from who should probably get to eat me next. Just the usual brotherly bickering of raised voices and name calling probably. Belphie wasn’t in the room when Beel and I entered, either still in the argument with his brothers or gone to catnap somewhere, so I didn’t hesitate to flop down on the purple comforter while Beel started up the TV. “Do you have any movie in mind?” He asked, catching my attention. I shook my head, sitting up and carefully setting my small tupperware aside to look at the ginger demon. Humming a bit, I said, “You can pick whatever you want. Wasn’t there some movie that came out that you wanted to watch?”

“Oh yeah. That new horror movie that came out. Are you sure though? I thought you didn’t like horror movies.”

“I mean, not really, but I’m probably not even watching the whole thing,” I replied, feeling like we’d probably get into about thirty minutes max before he ate me. “I’m just here to chill and eat my strawberries before you eat me.”

“Fair,” Beel’s eyes glossed over a bit at the thought and he shook himself from his fantasizing to look at the movies on the shelf. After a couple seconds of searching, he pulled out the movie he wanted and put it in, patting his bed once he sat down.

I moved over from Belphie’s bed to his to sit in front of him while we started watching the movie. Sitting cross legged in front of him, I carefully ate my strawberries and creme while he rested his head on top of mine, arms loosely wrapped around my middle.

The movie was something about people in mirrors being able to kill their real life counterparts, at least from the looks of the first few minutes. Then it moved onto some family who would probably inevitably have to face their mirror selves and likely not die because they were the main characters, and no movie I’d seen had the balls to kill off children on screen. That one side chick was totally going to die somehow though, I could feel it.

I didn’t get to see it though because once my strawberries were all gone and we’d watched maybe twenty minutes of the movie, Beel’s stomach loudly growled behind me, causing me to jolt. I’d honestly gotten too absorbed in the movie to remember why we were watching it in the first place.

“Can I eat you now, Kat?” Beel whined, arms tightening around my abdomen as he sort of hugged me to himself like a living teddy bear to try and ignore the hunger pangs.

“Tch, yeah, you can eat me,” I snorted in amusement, reaching up to pat him. I was still a bit annoyed, but felt a lot better than when he’d interrupted me while cooking. Besides, I couldn’t help but feel a bit endeared as I felt him lean into my hand.

“Can I use the crepe stuff?”

“Ehhh,” I glanced at the currently closed tupperware, not really feeling like being drizzled in the stuff. But, I was going to end up soaked by saliva and eaten anyways, so I supposed it didn’t really matter. “Fine. Just try not to make a mess everywhere.”

“Thanks, Kat,” the demon purred, something that rumbled in his chest and I could feel it against my back as he hugged me closer briefly. Without any hesitation, he began to recite the protection and shrinking spells, causing me to shudder at the feeling of magic coursing through me.

A familiar sense of vertigo washed over me and I tried to shake it off on instinct as I was quickly shrunk down to half a foot tall on the bed, finding myself carefully scooped up by Beel.

“You doing alright?” he asked on routine, though he was already licking his lips in anticipation. Still, he was restrained enough to allow me a response.

“Yeah, I’m good. You’re set to go ahead.” I nodded up at him, still finding myself easily overwhelmed by the brothers size when I shrunk. I wasn’t scared like I used to be, but there was still something daunting going from normal size to almost handheld in mere moments, and I could never quite get used to it.

Being given permission to continue, Beel looked as excited as a Golden Retriever that found a treat, replying, “Let me know if I hurt you or anything.”

“Will do.”

Beel excitedly glanced down at the two tupperware containers and obviously thought about how to utilize the crepe cream without spilling it all over his sheets. He decided to place me down while popping both plasticware open and then scooped me up to deposit me in the container that had had the strawberries.

“Ugh, I’m already looking forward to a shower,” I grumbled at feeling the residual strawberry juice soak into my shoes and socks with the knowledge that I was only about to get stickier.

“Sorry, Kat.” Beel apologized as he picked up the crepe filling container, pausing as he glanced at it, warring with his guilt and innate desire to use it.

“It’s fine,” I waved off his apology, adding, “I already said it was okay, and I’d be showering afterwards anyways.”

He hesitated only a second before nodding and starting to tip the other container above me.

I braced myself as much as I could for it, tensing and unable to keep my mind from going to the comparison of one of those slime dump videos from the Human Realm. But, I still wasn’t prepared for the chilled sensation as it was drizzled on top of me, making me yelp in surprise. After a few seconds, the entire container had been dumped on me and I was left raising my arms with a grimace, covered in crepe filling that dripped off my arms and body.

“You ready, Kat,” Beel asked, carefully plucking me out of the tupperware, three fingers to my back and thumb against my chest.

“Ready as usual. And the more we wait, the stickier I’ll be,” I stuck my tongue out in distaste, feeling like I could already feel the sugary liquid drying on my skin and clothes. But, maybe that was just my immense dislike for anything sticky against me.

“I’ll be quick.” Beel purred, licking his lips again before raising me up to his mouth.

I made a small noise as he licked my front from chest up, his tongue taking a good chunk of the crepe filling with it and replacing it with warm saliva that contrasted the still kind of chilled cream.

“Mmm, you taste really good,” the demon said. Despite him saying similar stuff everytime, my face still heated a bit with embarrassment, still unsure how to feel about the ‘compliments’.

“Yeah, yeah,” I grumbled, trying to ignore the redness at the tips of my ears.

Thankfully, Beel never really cared about whether or not I got flustered, so he didn’t tease as he opened his jaws and shoved my upper body into his mouth.

Carefully clamping his teeth around my middle, everything around me rumbled from his purring. He didn’t waste any time as he immediately started tasting me, sucking and licking the crepe filling off of me. The eager tasting probably only lasted seconds, but I was still left gasping for air when he paused to swallow the excess saliva that had pooled in his mouth, using my arms to press away from his tongue and try to allow me more breathing room.

Gluttonous as he was, the reprieve was brief and I found his teeth splitting apart slightly to shove more of me inside.

“Beel!” I couldn’t help but exclaim a bit as I was quickly forced further into his jaws, my arms slipping over the precipice at the back of his tongue. A loud swallow made my ears pop, drawing me into his throat. Several greedy swallows followed, each as noisy as the last.

It was obviously pretty constrictive in his throat, but it definitely had more give than his brothers, something I was thankful for with his habit of eating me at larger sizes than the others. I could feel him place a hand against me from the outside of his throat as I was worked down past his collarbone, where he sighed in satisfaction and purred even louder, rattling me to my bones.

I could feel him hunch a bit forward as I slipped past his heart and lungs into his stomach, knowing that he was doing his best to feel me even more.

“Are you okay, Kat?” Beel asked, voice laced with satisfied bliss at having his hunger sated.

“Yup, fine,” I called back up, pushing myself to a sitting position. I shook off the small daze that naturally came with being eaten, let alone eaten upside-down. Huffing a bit from the trip down, I stretched and asked, “You feeling better.”

“Always, with you inside,” the demon purred.

“Well, I’m glad to help your hunger pangs, but don’t forget to let me out in the morning before your run,” I yawned, already not looking forward to being woken so early.

“I won’t.”

#shall we vore #soft vore #safe vore #g/t vore #beelzeebub #obey me beel #g/t #cinnanswers #cinnwrites

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will-solace-aaaaa · 2 months

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@superherokisser sorry if it's not good, it's in it's early stages😅 I haven't even properly re-read it yet to make sure it makes sense bc I'm tired and it's pretty much 12am rn, the chapter is called "cursed birthdays" but I also might change that:) also srry if it's too short I'm just rlly sleep deprived and I'm abt to pass out🥲❤️ gotta copy n paste it into tumblr now. It's 1396 words.

@nico-di-angelo-aaaaa

@camstargone

Here:

A Cursed Birthday

I woke up this morning thinking all was well, and it was just another ordinary day, for me, anyway. But no. I don't even get one birthday of peace. It's always something every year. I mean, last year, a bunch of rats ate the cake. The year before that, my hamster, Charles, the magnificent, committed suicide. And this year, I get sucked into a magical portal. Yay.

It was normal. Nothing happened the entire day, and I was sceptic, to be honest. But no. The one thing that couldn't have happened (due to its... well. Impossibleness) just had to happen. Thanks a lot, God. I swear I'm cursed or something.

It was around 8 pm by the time I finally let my guard down about my evil-birthday curse. I was walking my amazing dog, Ruby. She is this adorable black and white pitbull that puts any and all other dogs to shame. So naturally, I was showing her off... at 8pm, in winter. In my defence, I'm definitely not the smartest person I know. I mean, what lunatic would be out at 8 pm in winter, in the UK? Besides me, of course.

I was walking through the nearby park, like I usually do. But this time, something had caught my eye. The park was empty except for me and Ruby, but there was an object emitting some sort of blinding light. The kind that if you were to look at it for more than a few seconds, then when you would finally look away, you would have little dots dancing around your vision. When I picked it up, which I kind of see was a bad idea, it was like holding fire. I dropped the glowing thing, and Ruby started to bark at it, the burning feeling still prickling my hand. Then, right where the object had dropped, some sort of vortex had started to open, sucking me in. The last thing I remembered after that was falling.

Thankfully, the forest that I fell into had some pretty tall trees that cushioned my fall (not really). I angelicaly landed (crashed) onto the ground.'Ow! Damn it, who put trees here?' I yelled because it really really hurt. My body made this cracking sound, and my leg had bent in a super unnatural way. There was bone and a lot of blood. A lot. I blacked out (I don't know why, though)

When I woke up, I was on a bed in a sort of cabin-like room. There were 2 green sofas against the walls facing each other, with a little coffee table in the middle and a kitchen, in which I was in the middle of on a table, not a bed, which was probably why my back hurt like hell. There were two people in the kitchen, one baking some sort of bread and the other washing some dishes.

'Ow.' I winced as I tried sitting up. Pain shooted to my leg. 'Oh! You're awake.' Both people had turned around and were now looking at me. 'Your leg was pretty badly hurt. How did you manage to do that?' The girl said, looking at me with disapproval. She had long, blonde hair that looked so straight she wouldn't have to brush it for days, and it would still have zero knots in. Her green eyes seemed to dance like a flame. She wore a lovely white dress dotted with purple flowers and all sorts of jewellery. 'What?' I questioned, still not entirely sure of what was happening.

'I found you out in the forest. You were unconscious and badly hurt, so I took you and brought you here. We had to do something about your leg, though. Sorry.' She said, which confused me until I looked down.

'AHH!' I screamed. 'Calm down, it's not that big of a deal.' The man, a strong, muscular dude with dark skin adorned with freckles that looked to be in about his forties. 'Not that big of a deal!? My leg is gone!' I yelled. 'Where did it go? I had my leg this morning.' 'Now you dont.' He replied with a proud looking smile.

'Now I- where is my leg!' I demanded. I mean, who just takes people's legs off without asking? 'I told you we should have asked, dad.' The girl said to the man. 'Exactly! Thank you!' I said. 'You guys can't just take my leg!' I yelled, directing the words at the man. 'I'm Jericho, I prefer Eric though, since you didn't even ask before you chopped my leg off!' I said (cool name, I know). 'I'm Ariel, this is my dad, Sebastian.' She said. 'Well, Ariel, lovely to meet you.' I said, shaking her hand.

'I can make you a new leg, Jericho. No need to be a baby, now, is there?' He said with a grin on his face. Rude. Before I could say an awesome comeback, he started measuring my right leg (which was still there). After a while, he walked away to go make my new leg, letting me talk with Ariel. You could tell she was one of those really pretty girls who didn't try to be pretty.

'Soo... where is this because the last thing I remember is falling out of the sky.' I said, looking at her expectingly. 'This is Emaia. Also, what did you mean "falling out of the sky?"' She questioned, looking confused and tilting her head to the side. 'Well, I was just walking my dog, Ruby, and I kinda just fell, and there was this glow-y thing and- My dog! Ruby!' I yelled, standing up from my position on the sofa, forgetting about my leg and immediately falling to the floor. 'Ow.'

I'd forgotten all about Ruby! Did she fall through with me? Is she safe? A million things were going through my head, and I didn't even notice I was hyperventilating until Ariel's dad, Sebastian, had started to shake me lightly. I had managed to tuck myself into a weird looking ball against the couch because my left leg was, well, not there. After a long, long time of uneven breathing and being told everything would be okay, I finally was able to slow my breathing. 'Sorry.' I said. I mean, I just wasted these nice (ish) people's time. 'It's alright, love,' He said in the same soothing voice he had been using for the past 10ish minutes.'Ariel had been trying to calm you down for a while by the time I came back in here because I found you a leg that would match.

He went and got me the leg, and after him showing me take it on and off, he let me look in a mirror. Well... I looked like I had just fallen out of the sky. My dark hair was more matted than usual with a few leaves sticking out, a few cuts that would easily heal on my head from falling through branches, my new leg which was made out of a amazing-looking black metal and my clothes were covered in blood. While I was checking myself out, Ariel had explained what had happened before Seb had gotten there.

'Yeah, we are probably gonna have to find you some new clothes.' He said, patting me on the shoulder. "For now, you'll just have to borrow some of mine.' He said, Ariel going upstairs and grabbing me a pair of clothes that were 1000% too big. Man, he is bulky. The outfit looked like it came directly out of the 1900s, but still, I looked at amazing as always.

The prosthetic was really weird getting used to, but after three days, I was good enough not to trip every five seconds. I didn't want to wait any longer because I didn't want Ruby to be out there any longer. In my time staying, it wasn't that hard to figure out that I was nowhere near home. These guys didn't even know what Sonic the Hedgehog was!

Me and Ariel left to go look in the forest around where she found me, and Seb had to stay because he runs a bakery! (Who would've thought.) We left at 7, after having the best food I have ever eaten, except for the cake at my aunt Jessie's funeral. That was some good cake.

#*cuts off your leg*#why did you cut off my leg?!?!?!!#ill get you a new one #love my little sillies<3 #theyre all on drugs 100%#my silly little fucks #book #first book #1st chapter #im so so so sorry if its horrible #im rlly dyslexic and had to use my gramarly #like stfu gramarly #no that is not a typo #go fuck yourself gramarly #taking the fucking piss #gramarly #meow #jericho williams

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maskyartist · 2 months

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Okay but I've been thinking about the tiny puppy getting adopted by the Putt Putt cats thing I mentioned and. Okay not to shove my oc into this but I was thinking about Birdie, Clay and Viva's daughter, or yknow any other kid in the Putt Putt trolls for that matter, befriending this little puppy, and everyone else is like okay well it's not that big, so we guess you can keep it--except then the dog grows up to be absolutely MASSIVE, like Irish wolfhound levels massive, and everyone's panicking but now the kid and the dog have a BOND and they can't be separated so everyone just has to deal with it. The good news is the dog was raised by cats so he's really not as aggressive / hyperactive as he could be.

(I HAD TO GIVE THIS SOMETHIN INCANT DRAW RN HAVE A DRABBLE-)

“T-Rex is settling pretty nicely! All the kiddies love him, he’s super friendly.” Viva skips to her own tune as she leads Clay to the center of the course.

Dinner was soon, and it was the best time for them to talk shop about work details. Clay’s already filled her in on the paper and safety side of things during the walk, and now Viva was talking to him about the newest feral cats in their little community here.

Hole in Fun wasn’t just their home, it was the home for these furry friends. Plenty of cats, each their own amount of injured and scorned by creatures bigger and badder than them, flock to the safety of the golf course. Clay suspects that, with their constant feeding and caring of these animals, word spreads fast in the feral community. They’ve had kittens scaling their walls and settling into patches of empty, unused golfing dirt and turf within the next week of befriending Scrap Metal.

Soft Boy, Marshmallow, Spikes, Thorn, Whipped Cream, Cupcake, Sprinkles, all the cats were named by the community and they were all loved. Some were simple passerbys in their lives, Mossball and Fungus being two who regularly come and go as they please, a mere visit, but others were like T-Rex. Permanent stays who made it clear they weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. Especially with how happily he plays with the little Trollings that run around his paws.

“And the adults like him, too?” Clay prompts, watching T-Rex jump for one of the Trollings, falling over himself in the process. He’s a clumsy one, that’s for sure. Him and his broad tail. He’s knocked over more then a few displays already, but thankfully, he’s just tall enough to avoid their Pods.

Viva just nods, a broad smile on her face. “Everyone loves him! He’s made a good home here, I’m sure of it.” She says with confidence, nodding in approval only a Queen could provide.

Clay simply chuckles. He will admit, the cats have done a world of good for their Trolls’ mental health. It seems having the extra life and security around has people less paranoid and more willing to settle. It’s comforting, knowing they’re finally able to grow a life, a real life out here.

Still, he watches the kitten jump with the kids, and tilts his head. “Say, looking at it…isn’t T-Rex a bit…different? From the other cats?”

“Mr.Clay!” Viva lightly punches his shoulder, making Clay pout. “We do not judge people for their differences.”

“Yeah, but…Viva…”

There’s a clear difference between this feral cat and the rest of them within Hole in Fun’s walls. For one, he’s bigger then the rest. Not by too much, he’s certainly no Dessel who sleeps proudly atop their tallest hill near the back of the golf course, but he’s…bigger. Thicker limbs and body. He eats more, with larger teeth. He doesn’t meow, or purr, but barks with sharp noises. He’s learned to control his volume, but he’s not the same. He’s bigger, stronger, louder…

One thing is very clear to Clay.

“That’s not a cat.” He finishes, gesturing to the puppy that rolls around with the littlest Putt Putts, the children all excited for their newest friend who seems to be endless fun. “I’m pretty sure that’s a dog, actually.”

Viva crosses her arms, looking at the so-called dog in question. “No way! That’s totally a cat! I should know, there’s dozens of them here.”

“His paws are huge!” Clay argues, shaking his head. “Actually, he’s big, period. I’m pretty sure he’s gonna grow up to be huge…” Can dogs outgrow a golf course? He hopes not, they only have so much stuff here.

“He’s just a bit bigger than the other cats.” Viva waves off, a confident smirk on her face as she looks at Clay. “If he’s a dog, why does he love climbing so much, hm?”

Clay blinks, opening his mouth, before closing it once again in thought. She has a point. T-Rex, named by the little ones for his short front legs, had a love for climbing. He wasn’t good at it, dull nails and general clumsiness kept him falling from heights he couldn’t catch himself at. But, he did do it a lot. Dogs weren’t fans of heights, were they? Clay wishes those pet books had less on insects and more on these bigger, Bergen-kept beasts. Cats, dogs, if he knew the differences properly he could be confident.

“Oh!” Viva leans forward, confidence surging. “And, if he is a dog, why doesn’t he pant? Or land wrong?” She points at him. “He always lands on his paws! He’s a very good cat, and it’s rude of you to say he’s not.”

For now, however, he must concede. He simply doesn’t know enough to say she’s wrong.

So, with a sigh, Clay dips into a deep, dramatic bow. “Oh, your highness! Forgive me for my incompetence, questioning your judgement is the last thing I would ever wish-ack!” Clay snickers as he’s shoved lightly, fumbling to his feet to give Viva a grin of his own. “I guess, for now, he’s a cat.”

“For now.” Viva agrees, a giggle on her lips. With ease, she moves to stand at Clay’s side, paws intertwining between gaps of their fingers. “Your Queen demands it!”

“Ah, whatever the Queen wants, the Queen receives!” Clay pretends, the two falling into light laughter as they hurry for the kitchen, eager to finally fill their stomachs after a long day of work.

T-Rex was safe, fed, and happy. Dog, cat, it doesn’t matter much, Clay supposes.

As long as he’s a good boy, he always has a place within Hole in Fun.

#Masky gets the mail #Masky found the writing pen #drabble #trolls dreamworks #putt putt trolls #trolls clay #trolls Viva #trolls cliva #*clasps ur shoulders* u don’t understand if I don’t have cliva in everything I do putt putt wise I will die.#do u want me to die??? is that what u want??? my death???#anyways I’m obsessed with this concept now #y’all HAVE to make putt putt strays I need to draw em all together #long post

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ave09 · 10 months

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goodnight

han solo x wife!reader

note: i have like five requests rn but y’all don’t understand how much i’m missing han solo rn. i don’t know what it is but it hit me like a brick and i just started balling over him. so i wrote this, bc i miss him and i hate the sequels and truly believe that han would’ve been an amazing father.

as for those requests, i promise i’ll get them out soon, i’ve written most of all of em, but most are rlly freaking long so i’m trying to wrap them up.

for now: enjoy han

you awoke to find the bed empty. you were immediately confused. “the hell..?” you mumbled, throwing back the comforter. tiptoeing to the door, you exited the bedroom, beginning your search for the missing man.

remaining as quiet as you could, you entered the kitchen. it was possible that he had gone in search of a snack, it was a regular occurrence—but no. the kitchen was empty.

“did he take a random joyride?” you shook your head, no, the falcon would’ve made far too much noise for him to leave without you noticing.

sighing deeply, you turned, moving down the corridor, your gaze falling upon the open door of the nursery.

huh.

slowly, you crept closer, peeking inside the room.

there he was. seated on a stool in front of the crib, hazel eyes locked on the small infant swaddled in a blue blanket, fast asleep.

“han?”

he glanced up, “hi,” he whispered, rising from his seat. you leaned against the doorway, crossing your arms over your chest, “whatcha doing?” you asked softly.

he now stood before you, “i just-uh-just checking on him.” you nodded slowly, “was he crying?” you hadn’t heard anything, but then again, you and han were both very heavy sleepers.

the man shook his head, “uh, no.” he seemed nervous. you tilted your head slightly, confused. “hey, what’s going on?” you asked.

he swallowed thickly, “i..” he trailed off, exhaling deeply. you placed your hands on his chest, trying to rein him in, bring him back from whatever thoughts he found himself trapped in.

“han?”

“i’m scared.”

that was abrupt.

“scared of what?” he bit his lip, sighing softly, “i’m scared of being a dad.” you arched your brows, surprised at the confession.

throughout the entire pregnancy, he’d been so supportive. always there at your beck and call. and yet here you were, just three weeks since your baby boy had entered this world, and han solo was claiming that he was scared to be a father.

he continued on, “i didn’t have a dad growing up, not one who i remember… what.. what if i mess this up?” his voice was low… and it was trembling.

never had you seen him this way. it hurt beyond compare.

you immediately wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close. he bent down slightly, burying his head in your shoulder, “i have it so good. i really don’t wanna mess this up.” he said, his voice muffled.

“han, you’re an amazing father. our little one has been around for three weeks now and you’ve done such an amazing job.” you assured.

the man pulled away, taking a moment to gaze at you as you continued, “we’re new parents, han. it’s okay to be scared, but we can handle this-together, okay?”

he nodded, a soft smile spreading across his lips, “i love you.”

“i know,” you replied, your gaze flickering to the sleeping baby, who thankfully was still asleep. “you wanna come back to bed?”

“i might just stay here for a few more minutes.. is that alright?”

you nodded, “of course, take all the time you need.” you then turned, existing the room.

“goodnight sweetheart.” you began to walk back to the master bedroom, but on your way, you heard han say something that made you swell with joy.

“y’know kid, well, you don’t know it yet, but you’ve got the best mama in the galaxy. and your dad’s really lucky to have her by his side.”

you smiled. and you were truly lucky to have the best husband in the entire galaxy.

#harrison ford x reader #harrison ford #harrison ford movies #han solo #young harrison ford #star wars #han solo x reader #han solo fanfic #han solo imagine #star wars imagine #a new hope #empire strikes back #return of the jedi #leia organa #luke skywalker #princess leia #chewbacca #han x reader

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you-aremy-sunshine · 1 year

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ten things i hate about you ☆ bonus ☆ - b.b.

summary: you have met this man once in your life, at a bar after you passed out. and the second time you meet him it definitely is less pleasant. thankfully you never ever have to see him again. except now you are forced on a plane with him to the mediterranean because the tickets are non-refundable. fuck this.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, natasha romanoff x reader

warnings: cursing, maybe?

a/n: GUYS😭😭 i'm literally leaving all y'all DRY. i am deeply sorry i just have like NO inspiration. (cuz like i get inspo from my life but i have no fucking action rn guys💀) ANYWAYS i hope u like it cuz its all ur getting until like a week or 2 from now🤭🫶

also i meant to post this after i finished the series but i wanted to give y'all smth

top five insults by barnes and y/l/n

number one

you could hear the buzz of the hair clipper coming from the bungalow bathroom. the sound stopped abruptly, and bucky walked out. you looked up from your book to see bucky putting his fancy clippers away into his suitcase.

“i just love what you did to your hair,” you exclaimed, “how did you get it to come out of your nose like that?” you mocked innocence, trying to hold back laughter.

“very funny, y/n…” he said, mocking you, while walking back into the bathroom to inspect his nose.

number two

you adjusted the cotton sundress you had on in front of the mirror, trying to get it to fit properly. the part holding your boobs up didn’t sit properly and the straps were too big.

“at this point you should just take the mirror with you,” bucky remarked.

“honestly, i think you’re just jealous that you look like a ‘before’ picture and i look like an ‘after picture’,” you spun around to face him, arms crossed agaisnt your torso.

you turned back around and found a way to make the dress feel comfortable.

“okay, i got to agree that was a good one,” he laughed, his eyes drifting over your outfit.

number three

“oh my god, bucky look,” you signaled towards a book, “10 ways to help your everyday life this is perfect for your pathetic life,” you flashed him a wide grin.

he picked it up, inspected it, but you could tell he was trying to fight a smile.

“hmm,” he said, thoughtfully, “don’t worry about me, sweetheart, worry about that hideous wardrobe.”

“i know you love it, i saw the way you were eyeing my sundress the other day,” you hit his arm, snickering.

he nodded in response to your reply, a sneaky grin lingering.

number four

the two of you were emptying the dishwasher of the bungalow, you were drying the plates and bowls, and bucky was putting them away.

“this isn’t dry enough, y/n,” bucky insisted, flipping the mug over, while watching the extra water drip out of it, “you left some water in here.”

“do it yourself then,” you said, rolling your eyes at him.

“you’re just adorable, y/n!” bucky said, laughing to himself a bit, “you’re just like my cat, stupid and fiesty for no reason.” he began to cackle.

“aww! and you’re just like a clown, no hidden reason behind that,” you smiled up at him mischievously.

number five

you were spending your downtime standing by the kitchen counters, checking your phone. bucky was standing next to you, baking a small batch of muffins.

“literally every guy i get matched with on this stupid app is mediocre,” you said scrolling through a dating app, “i hate online dating.”

“oh honey, im so sorry for you,” bucky said, faking pity, “all those guys are just way too out of your league. you have miles and miles to go before you reach mediocre!” as he said that he crouched down to your height.

“shut the fuck up barnes,” you said pushing his face away from you.

he let out a loud cackle, pleased with your response.

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hope u liked it cuz its all i got rn🙂🙂

masterlist

#bucky imagine #bucky fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes enemies to lovers #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes #ten things i hate about you #10 things i hate about you #🍯; sol writes

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