#they'd be fucking huge Bee

[ghouljams]

All the baby talk got me wanting to live vicariously but with Bee and König, mostly their horses like oops Honey got out for a little too long one day while no one was looking and now is expecting a foal from one of König's horses any day now 🐴💕🐴 Bee and König prepping Honey's stall for the new arrival and he daydreaming about Bee having the same enthusiasm for their gaggle of babies one day 😭

The way this just pierced my heart... I think we all have baby fever thanks to the fae-by. I knew she was a bad idea...

That said I did actually plan on Honey hooking up with one of König's studs lol, Bee isn't the only one who likes a big boy.

Honey has been sick all week and it's starting to make you worried. Or, not starting. You've been losing a lot of sleep over it, calling König for advice and avoiding calling the vet in the hopes she'll get better. You finally caved last night when she hardly wanted to leave her stall for a walk around the pasture.

"Congratulations, she's pregnant." The vet tells you after a thorough exam. She seems like a nice woman, a little severe in the face but warm enough in the way she interacts with Honey.

"Pregnant?" You confirm, trying to think of how, when, who... The vet's brows shoot up.

"Not trying then, alright." The vet sighs and pats Honey's ribs, "Well, we'll take her off any cambendazole dewormers for now, and I'll give you a few days to decide if you want to keep it." She hands you her card, as if you don't already have her number. You see her back to her car, worrying now more than ever.

You call König as soon as the vet leaves. His horses are the only ones Honey's been around, and you can't imagine he's looking for any foals.

"Honey's pregnant," You tell him as soon as he picks up. König is silent for so long you have to check to make sure he didn't hang up on you.

"And she only gets into my pasture," He says finally, filling in the blank you'd purposefully left out for his own nerves.

"Yeah..." You wince. Somehow it feels like telling him you're the pregnant one. You imagine the spike of anxiety is the same. The long silences from you co-horse-grandparent feel very similar as well.

"Is she alright?" He asks, concern coloring his voice in a way you didn't expect. Well, you suppose he is a horse guy.

"Vet said she's perfectly healthy, but you know Honey. She's moping. Guess she didn't think her fun would have any consequences." König laughs on the other end of the line and you feel the anxiety in your chest loosen.

"Good. That's good." He hums, thinking, you like this better than his silence. "I'll come over, we can figure out what you want to do." You smile a little to yourself at the way he says it, like yours is the only opinion that matters. You've never had anyone put you first like König does.

"Ok, see you soon." You don't mean it to sound as sappy as it comes out, you really have to work on that, keeping your cool when König is just being himself.

You let Honey out into her pasture and go to sit on the fence to wait for König. You think this is the nicest part of sharing a property line. Waiting for him to walk over instead of listening for the rumble of a car engine. You raise a hand to wave when you spot him, earning a raised hand in return. It makes you giddy just seeing him.

It's terribly endearing when he greets Honey first, eyes soft on yours before they turn to your horse.

"Sehr gut, Mama? Bist du in Schwierigkeiten geraten?"

König strokes a hand down Honey's nose, gentle as ever with her, murmuring his German affections. You pretend not to notice the sugar cube he slips her, more focused on the after. When he plants his hands on the top of the fence and hops it with little more than his raw strength. His feet hit the ground on your property and his hands leave the fence to settle on your waist, lifting you off your perch to set you back on your feet.

His hands slide off of you, idle touches, his fingers lingering even as you turn to grab Honey's lead. He makes heat bloom over your cheeks, more tactile now that there's something settled between you. There's truly no chance of acting normal around him now.

"Are any of your horses acting..." You fish for the right word, not even sure what you're asking.

"Paternal? No," König shakes his head, a laugh edging into his voice, "they're the same as always."

You try not to feel too crestfallen. They're male horses of course they wouldn't be feeling any different. Poor Honey is the only one suffering for her night of fun. All by her lonesome with her consequences and no idea what went wrong. Left to pick up the pieces of her life when her beau abandons her. He wouldn't care if he knew how badly he hurt her anyway, probably did it on purpose. Ok, maybe you're projecting a little.

"Typical men," You grumble, leading Honey into her stall, "Why should they care when they already got what they want." You put an extra helping of alfalfa into her feeder while König hovers nearby. He seems twitchier than usual, fingers playing with the hem of his bandana like he can't decide what to do with it.

"I would." König says, flinching a little when you turn to blink up at him in confusion.

"What?" You can't figure out what he's responding to, you hadn't really been talking to him. Oh, no, did he think you meant him? His fidgeting makes you think maybe he's taking your bitterness to heart. Your heart hammers in your chest, the wheels spinning as you try to remember what you've told him about your life.

"I'd care, I'd want to be-" He stops himself, rethinks, "If it was me, if it was my baby, I wouldn't want to be anywhere but with you." You think steam might actually come out of your ears with how quickly you feel your face heat up. Blush popping onto your face like a gunshot.

"What?" You repeat, because you are stuck with your thoughts twirling around the "you" part of that statement. König seems to realize his mistake just as quickly.

"I'm- Please do not look at me right now, Hummelchen." He says like it pains him. You turn back to Honey quickly, lock your eyes on the wall of the barn and try to keep them there. "I misspoke, I was only trying to-"

"Let's focus on Honey." You offer, listening to him isn't helping you calm down your rapid pulse. Is König thinking about babies? You haven't even- Wait, babies? God, he only mentioned the one, why did you have to tack on the 's'?

"Right, Honey." He sighs, almost too happy to have you redirecting the conversation. "I'm a little worried about her," It's all business now, König's hand reaching past you to scratch between her ears, "It's a miracle one of my boys didn't hurt her, but a draft foal is..."

You worry the inside of your cheek between your teeth. You hadn't thought of that. Hadn't thought of how much bigger than Honey her potential Beau must be. She was little more than half their size. You shoot her a look, a very disappointed parental look. How the hell did she manage this? You glance at König's hand, his fingers gentle but so very big. Come to think of it you're sort of in the same position.

"I'll call the vet back and see what she thinks," You glance over your shoulder and up at König, he seems focused on Honey, "Do you, uh, want to be there?"

"Only if you want me there," He doesn't take his eyes off Honey, stroking down her nose with all the care in the world.

"I do." You tell him before you can really think about it. When did König become such a source of comfort for you?

"Then I'll be there." It's good practice, König thinks, good reassurance that he isn't going anywhere, that he'll find every shred of doubt and crush it. He's not a good man by any stretch of the definition, but he's damn sure better than the jackass that left you in the dust.

#könig x reader #könig fanfiction #könig call of duty #cowboy!König #oc: bee #König x oc #Bee thinking about how big König's babies would be #they'd be fucking huge Bee #christ woman this man is trying to wife you up you can't be saying I do around him #use your brain Bee I know you've got one #being around König gives her stupid disease #f!reader #könig x fem reader #König x f!oc

[taylor-titmouse]

2023 Book Retrospective

it's pretty much the end of the year, and i've never done this before, but i wanted to take a look at what i managed to do in 2023 and share some of my thoughts on it! i published five novellas this year (though i didn't actually write one of them) plus the public release of the demo and first huge update to You're A Mage on Monsterfuck Mountain. that's a lot!

so let's dig into all that. this will contain some spoilers for the books, because it's hard to talk about them without talking about what's in 'em, so maybe check out my itchio first and grab anything you missed! (but also.... perhaps wait until this weekend before you buy anything. shh.)

You're A Mage on Monsterfuck Mountain, released in March

TECHNICALLY, the demo was finished and available on patreon around the end of last year, and didn't become public until I'd finished the garden update, which i did finish this year. and what a massive fuckin THING that was. 60k words! 50 illustrations!! the biggest thing i ever put out and technically finished, and the beginning of a move to being less afraid of writing "weird" sex. there was so much bee sex in it. arguably too much bee sex in it. which i'd left entirely til last to do which meant i was writing nothing but bee sex for weeks.

this was the first time i let myself really indulge in writing dubcon for the bad endings, and it was a lot of fun. very often it was more interesting than the deliberately horny routes, because it meant writing a way to be put in the situation, and also making it hot every time. i'm very much of the philosophy with dubcon that even if the situation wasn't Ideal for the character, they're still going to get good sex out of it. i believe i put it at another point as, i'm here to write the pleasure of helplessness, not suffering. to that point, the dubcon endings for the armor, the dryad, and the queen bee were my favorite bits from this.

the fact i never got a second update out this year is a big regret. i finished a bunch of the routes for it, but ultimately i wanted to have things i could release! shortly after publishing the demo and update, i officially put my webcomic on hiatus so i could focus more on my graphic novel, and also spend more time on my writing. having that extra time is probably the only reason i was able to write as much as i did this year, and i didn't want to spend it toiling away on a serial project i couldn't release for months at a time.

which leads us to the release of my first novella of the year...

House of the Risen King, released in April

now this is when i truly said "i'm just going to write what i think is hot and interesting and not worry about how it's perceived!!" and went whole hog on exhibitionism and monster dubcon cult horror. house was mostly inspired by the ending of Hereditary, and was originally going to be more poltergiesty and played more straight, with vee being harangued by a bunch of horny ghost-demons and nothing more sinister than that. but i've had cult shit percolating at the back of my brain forever, and i wanted to play with ideas i'd first developed in shadow in the shelves with rituals and shadows, so here we are! the scene of hettie fingering vee in the bathtub while vee's god-fucked out of her mind is my favorite.

fun fact, the original seed for this book was actually going to feature max and mortis, my photographer/model couple (that link goes to cohost because i wasn't posting here yet when i was drawing them the most). the idea was they'd go do an urban exploration shoot and mortis would start getting fucked by a ghost while max filmed it, but the more time i spent with those characters the less i wanted to involve the supernatural. which meant i never wrote their book, and had to make a new character to do the idea. and then it wasn't even that idea anymore.

that's writing, folks

Roger Crenshaw: The Dogs at Duskfall, released in June

... which makes it ironic that the next book is one i didn't even write! r/l monroe @mortalityplays has been my friend for years, and was my editor for a long time (until he got a REAL JOB and didn't have TIME to edit anymore. sobs, cries, kicks a stone and walks into the distance). he's also always been an incredible writer, and for my birthday this year i asked him to write me something. i asked with the expectation of a little short story about our old tabletop RP characters, or a fanfic scene for one of my books he'd edited.

and then he wrote me 20,000+ words digging into the character of roger crenshaw and who he is that perfectly summed him up and tied all his stories together, such that i don't think i ever need to write another one. he did it, he wrote the perfect ending to roger. AND he did it using my favorite of his ocs from our tabletop campaign, AND there's some really hot and sweet smut in it. AND HE DID IT IN LIKE TWO WEEKS.

i loved it so much that i asked if i could illustrate and publish it as an official novella, and to my delight he agreed, and it was so so nice to collaborate with him on it. even if it meant beating our heads against the wall for 30 minutes about the placement of certain images on the page.

this was a great tragedy. i'd drawn the vagina one first, but an image earlier in the book had to be moved, which affected the placement of everything else. the vagina image had been perfectly at the start of a new page, and then suddenly it wasn't. so i had to do the penis one instead for better placement. tragic!!!

it's hard to pick a favorite scene in something written entirely, lovingly for you. how can i choose between the characters' pitch perfect semantic arguments on the nature of folk lore, the millenium princess-ass memory hopping, or the really really hot smut? i can't. i love it all. thank you r/l for being so good at what you do and writing this for me, i'll treasure it always.

The Dragon Double Feature, released in May

apparently this came out in may, and not july. i don't know why i've been convinced this came out in july. oh well i can't be bothered to insert it on top of the roger one.

anyway. THIS book. this book exists because i believe at the time i was a bit blocked, and wanted to just write SOMETHING. for a long time i've had the idea of a dragon wrecking a princess' wedding and fucking her in front of the congregation just sitting in my back pocket. it was the 'i know i could just slam this out if i wanted. i don't have to care about it it's just sex and then it's done' fallback idea, and i finally did it!

and then it was too short. i don't like the idea of publishing anything less than 10k words for full price, so i was like. okay. alright. i've always thought fucking an eastern dragon would be hot and have this other idea i was going to use for roger (back when i had an idea for every monster possible for roger), let's just write that. kenta is only kenta because i took a poll for what body type i should pair with a dragon (he was 'big boy', i think the other options were twink, older woman, and average woman). and i was also Really into the movie inu-oh at the time, which is probably obvious with kenta being a blind musician, lol.

the musician and the waterfall was tougher to write because i didn't have a clear vision of how it should end or even how they should fuck (the mechanics of fucking long noodle dragon have challenged me for years) but i'm ultimately pleased with it. it would have been a long time since i wrote something sincerely romantic, and it was nice to go back to it. i'm a HUGE romantic at heart.

both stories are pretty much one extended scene so it's hard to pick a favorite moment from them, but i will say i'm very pleased with how i approached writing the musician and the waterfall, specifically in the challenge i set myself to never use visual description kenta couldn't reasonably guess. writing from the POV of a blind man made me focus in on different senses and ways to describe them.

this book is also, as of right now, my best seller. which is great! i love that for me.

The Dragon Double Feature 2, released in July

okay i guess THIS one released in july.

anyway i got stricken with the curse with this one. a lot of people wanted me to write a sequel, but i wasn't going to. and every time i say i'm not going to do something, i end up doing it. it's so annoying. this one only happened because i wanted to write a SHORT! a SHORT extra for patreon describing kenta and wakatake's first time having sex as humans.

and then i wrote too much preamble describing their time on the beach. and then i got emotionally invested in unpacking their actual relationship, and also added a third character with mrs arakawa, and had to bring it all together into a story that was coherent and had something to say about the way they loved and ALSO ended in a THREESOME because WHATS THE POINT OF INTRODUCING A THIRD CHARACTER if they aren't all going to FUCK TOGETHER!!

it was tough. but i'm really, really happy with it in the end, and think it's one of the best things i've ever written. my favorite scene is definitely them playing with the hermit crab on the beach. metaphors babie.

the gundrid/eveline story is fine too. lmao. i NEVER PLANNED TO WRITE ANOTHER WITH THEM!! i only did it because the idea of publishing a sequel to a story from a double feature without writing a sequel to the other half of the feature was insane. and now eveline and gundrid are some of my most beloved characters, to the point of writing another book featuring them...

The Tenebrous Tower, released November

yet another book i'm pretty sure i was like 'i don't need to write this. this character doesn't work for a story on his own, what am i ever gonna do with him' and then i dumped a bunch of fantasy characters into a jar with him and suddenly i had a story. I ONLY MADE ROMICK BECAUSE I WANTED TO DRAW FUCKED UP WIZARD PORN AND MY ONLY OTHER OPTION WAS A GRANDPA!!!

anyway i started writing it as something to do on vacation, and it was just gonna be a bunch of dungeon bdsm vignettes until i hit on a throughline and suddenly i had a story and an emotional arc and damn i did it again. i did it again. i have a book.

i was expecting this one not to do very well because it had multiple prerequisites, but because i am a master of my craft i made sure to write it so you didn't need to read those. and then people read it without reading those. so it worked out anyway and now it's done just about as well as dragons 2. the people love romick, but they especially love the idea of him being destroyed. maybe someday. maybe someday. (except on patreon, where it's already happened)

the final vignette with the doll is, of course my favorite. i think it was a lot of people's favorites.

............................................

and that's everything i published this year! honorable mention to my novel starbuster, which i'd written most of last year, then spent all of october this year revising with the intent of finishing it, only to run out of steam by the time i was done revising it. so it's exactly where i left it last year. just better written. god it would be nice to finish that fuckin thing next year.

my goals for 2024 are, of course: release more books!! i have a big project i've been working on illustrating for the past month that i'd like to release in january, and i've also been working on a spin-off one-shot with mrs arakawa and an oni. i think this coming year i want to Try to blast through some of the one-off ideas i developed this year so they'll quit banging cowbells in my brain. like the sleeping garden. it makes me insane i never actually wrote the sleeping garden.

anyway if you actually made it to the end of this, thank you!! if you've bought all of these books, double thank you!!! i've been able to pay my rent and expenses just with my adult work this year, and it's been amazing and fun and super fulfilling. thank you for supporting me in 2023, here's to a horny 2024!!

#tt talks writing #taylor titmouse

[thatstonedwriter]

⋆｡˚ 「 Froggy and Bee 」 ⋆｡˚

◉ Sinopsis; what would a friendship between Beelzebub and Fizzarolli look like?

We may not have seen them interact yet, but I bet Fizzarolli and Beelzebub would meet eventually. Personally, I think they'd get along so fucking well.

Initially, Fizz would be very intimidated and pretty awkward. But of course, he does his best to make a good impression. Meanwhile we have Bee who goes "Nice to meet'cha, Bitch!" and hugs Fizz

And now, suddenly, Fizz has a drink in his hand while Bee fills him in on all the Deadly Sins drama. (Like how Belphagor won't lend Bee party drugs anymore. So lame.)

The absolutely bond over performance art, are you kidding me? Fizz will go on about the Art of Clowning (his words, not mine), and his favorite aspects of performing and the beautiful fan interactions he's had. (Absolutely talks about how precious Oliver was)

Does Bee ask if Fizz will perform with her and one of her parties? Duh- and dude she'd go all out with her own clown aesthetic. Of course. Fizz and Bee's collabs are everything. They both decide to go all out every time, so it ends up with a huge crowd where Fizz can have a healthy amount of fan interactions and Bee can keep making honey.

When they're not partying and performing, Fizz and Bee can be found gossiping on the couch or on the phone. Bee goes off on a lot of tangents, all of which Fizz is happy to listen to.

Like Ozzie, Bee probably gets pissed when she learns about Mammon's exploitation. Considering her relationship with Vortex, it's easy for her to empathize. She may not go through with revenge, but she gives Fizz all the tea on Mammon.

I also think Bee and Fizz would go to hair and nail salons together. Literally a day for the girls and the gays. They indulge in all the pampering they can

their friendship would include self-care days, going to karaoke bars, and idea-bouncing for songs and performances.

#helluva boss #helluva boss headcanon #fizzarolli helluva boss #helluva fizzarolli #helluva boss fizzarolli #helluva boss beelzebub #beelzebub helluva boss #queen bee #platonic relationships #platonic headcanons #writings.onthe.wall

[unclewaynemunson]

( 🥐 anon !! also sorry if this makes no sense. i just rambled. )

i have thought of an au! :D

Eddie going to a farmers market for the first time and he sees this really, really cute guy at a stand that has the name of a farm with bees all over the stand. He makes his way over and drops a dorky pickup line (or joke) about bees.

The two chat for a while and Eddie finds out that Steve is a beekeeper and he sells honey sticks.

Eddie tries one and it pops into his hand instead of his mouth. Now he just has this glob of honey in his hand and Steve is trying not to laugh because Eddie's sad face is literally this emoji: 🥹

Steve cleans his hand for him and Eddie gets all flustered at the contact. In his flusteredness, Eddie buys a huge bundle of honey sticks. He decides to add them to some pastries!

( basically baker!eddie x beekeeper!steve meeting at a farmers market and being cuties. )

🥐 ANON I'M SO HAPPY YOU'RE BACK <333

Honestly i am going feral, farm aus will always have a special place in my heart and this is so fucking cute?? i am now obsessed with the idea of Wayne as a baker, he and eddie run the family business together and eddie learned everything from Wayne. Wayne mainly does the behind-the-screens part, he is god of baking, and Eddie loves the social part of it, manning the store and going to markets and shit.

Also Stobin besties living their shared dream of being a beekeeper together is making me emotional, they'd both love that shit 100%

Oh and Eddie calling Steve honey all the time thinking it's the most hilarious thing ever and everybody else rolling their eyes at how lame he is except for Steve who loves it bc he's equally lame <3

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things

[ruthlesslistener]

Sleepy and thinking about the next ancient breed so here's me rating fr's current ancients by my tastes:

Gaolers: 3/10. They're kinda cool in some cases but really are just overall a boring design. I'd have rated them as a 5 if it weren't for the fact that staff seems to really fucking love them for whatever reason and keeps giving them sick genes that would have worked better on other ancients. The everloving fuck do they have angler. Why was fans originally designed for them. Huh???

Banescales: 10/10, honestly a killer ancient but they get slept on so hard by staff and the playerbase and For What. Ragged/tear is one of the best gene combos on the site, and they're just peak classic draconid in every way possible. If they got wasp/bee and thundercrack they'd be unstoppable

Veilspun: They're a 7/10 but I keep forgetting that they exist. And so does staff. Why don't they have starfall.

Abberations: 10/10. They fuck severely, only complaint is that they feel like they should have extra forelimbs to really drive home the 'just came outta the soup' vibe. But hey, chitin is always an option

Undertide: 11/10 thats a fuckin NOODLE baybeeeeeee!!!!! Idk what it is about these bigass wyrms that gets to me, but they're just perfect. I adore them. I also want them to have skeletal bc I think it would look super cool on them and am still mad that gaolers got angler instead of them, the ACTUAL deep-sea breed

Aethers: 2/10 for being Another Fucking Fluffball Breed. Sorry guys, they were mid to me when they came out and the fact that they're fan favorites now just kinda kills it. Ik they're supposed to be moth dragons but imo their short muzzles and flat eyes don't really do well to convey that, and I constantly forget the fact that they have 6 limbs because the forelegs are so unnoticible. These muppets do not spark joy

Sandsurges: 9/10, now THAT'S a REAL fucking dragon right there. Top-tier design to match their flight, top-tier gene selection, I'm ALL for these guys. Deducting a point simply bc I can't afford to fill my lair with them but tbh they're actually worth the gem cost because their design fucks severely and their gene range is huge. Killer ancient

#flight rising #im a banescale and undertide truther don #xt @ me

[meat-wentz]

I would love to hear your stories from your time as a dark fashion blogger >:3 !!!

omg so the era of being a dark fashion blogger mostly spanned from 2011-2013 for me. the key was that i had established myself around 2010-2011 in a group of really big photography blogs so my mutuals were powerful. it was very, how do i say, like teenager-y, like early olivia bee and petra collins and tavi gevinson type photography and aesthetics (very big emphasis on olivia bee), pics of kissing and pillow forts and twinkle lights and skateboarding and swimming pools, and hair illuminated by the sun which was this sort of very youth fueled aesthetic that you might clock as something that later became a huge phenomenon that has a chokehold on millennials still blogging. anyways, i made my switch into fashion after i graduated high school, and by that time a few of my mutuals had become tag curators, so instead of algorithm-based assortments of posts under discovery tags, they were hand selected blog features. i kept up every day with new fashion spreads, editorials, runways from all over the world to keep my blog up to date and current, and was constantly featured in the fashion tag so i amassed about 10,000 followers. during this time period, i was also going to college and independent-ish for the first time so i started partying hardcore and my music scene kind of revolved around dark electronic music and we worshipped at the altar of alice glass, we were effie stonem-kinnies to the highest degree, smoking cigarettes and covered in glitter and smudged eyeliner. the only color lipstick i wore was black and i would also scrounge all my allowance money for new clothes which were essentially black basics and hooded leather bombers and velvet shoes and shit with silver hardware especially spikes. this was also a huge time for casual bdsm porn blogging so that was a huge inspiration for a lot of us to get into more bondage based fashion and sex-inspired looks like latex and leather and rope, and it was reflected in a lot of high fashion at the time as well. jeffrey campbell and the blondes and alexander mcqueen were like the blueprints, all we wanted were litas, literally all we wanted were litas. we blogged almost exclusively about party drugs, wanting to die, fashion, and music. this was also a time for taking requests on tumblr and since i was the most popular blog in my friend group, we would usually host requests on my blog, like the first time i did ketamine, was extremely documented by anons asking for pics of four way kisses, tit pics (with my friends covering my boobs with their hands), stripping, etc. we would also well document any wounds we got, like knee scrapes, bite bruises, cigarette burns etc. anon hate was OFF THE CHARTS, especially as i got more and more depressed and only wanted to use my very public blog as an outlet and people did not give a shit about me, they only gave a shit about my posts, so they'd constantly be telling me to shut the fuck up and blog, and also because the very same people i was blogging about personal turmoil with WERE LOOKING AT MY BLOG AND THEN FIGHTING WITH ME ABOUT MY POSTS IRL. it was extremely fucking messy, but also probably my most notable time as a blogger. if you ever see a pic of a white dude's chest covered in stickers that made the rounds on tumblr about ten years ago that's my ex. also one time i blogged about an upcoming model so much that we ended up hooking up. the teenagers followed me and i cried on the floor and i'm still friends with some of the members on facebook as well as the former editorial director of tumblr.

i just wanna express none of this was glamorous, i had a lot of fun but was very unsafe and out to passively harm myself, please take my reminiscing with a grain of salt i have friends from this era who are still some of my best friends and some of the best people i have ever known so i have A LOT of great memories with them, but on the whole this was the most depressive period in my entire life and i dropped out of college and started a twitter account so i was clearly unwell.

#beetleluvr2000 #ask #cw drugs #cw depression #cw mental illness

[kitkatopinions]

Fuming cause I’m so fucking annoyed that queer rwby fans are going to just eat up Bmblbee when it becomes cannon ignoring the several years it took, the harmful stereotypes that came before it, and try to put it on par with shows like SU or ToH while RT/Crwby didn’t struggle or have to drag their feet for nearly as long as they did

Yeah, not to rain on anyone's parade because I'm honestly in the camp of 'people (especially queer people) being excited about a queer ship being canon is one hundred percent valid and understandable even if the company and/or show is bad and bigoted and even if the meta surrounding the ship paints a bad picture and even if I personally dislike the ship,' but like.... It's so weird.

I don't have ANYTHING against people that like Blake and Yang as a ship, are excited when they see content surrounding it, will celebrate if they get together, or post gifs of every 'bees moment' that makes it on screen. As someone who has freaked out over characters I ship standing close to each other or looking at each other too long and is currently still hoping that Merlin might come back some day and might confirm Merlin and Arthur as a ship more than a decade after the show ended, I truly truly get it. But at the same time, some of the bees fans... Are really pissing me off. Because some of them are not just excited about the fact that their ship will likely get confirmed in a month, they're also praising RWBY and RT for being 'progressive' when they're behind the curve of queer representation with no censoring (unlike things like Adventure Time, which took about ten years to confirm Marceline and Bubblegum I think.) Not only are people like 'omg bees kiss this season maybe?' they're also sitting there yelling at other queer people for saying they're unsatisfied with RWBY's lackluster attempt. Not only are people hyping themselves up over a ship they've waited years for, but they're also completely dismissing and forgetting RT's huge and recent controversy including massive homophobia and transphobia to do so, and getting angry when other people say that the company and the show (partially created by and written by Miles Luna a former RT higher up with a history of misogyny and sexualizing and fetishizing a bi-woman) might be intending to use Blake and Yang as a ship to get in the fans good graces again and try to smooth things over.

Also, people were pre-emptively celebrating the definitely-gonna-happen confirmation that Blake and Yang were queer before the end of volume five, and before the start of volume six, and before the end of volume six, and before the start of volume seven, and before the end of volume seven, and before the start of volume eight, and before the end of volume eight, and now again before the start of volume nine. And I think it's going to happen in volume nine, I really do (though tbh the trailers and the plugging have made me a bit more hesitant because it seems like they're again being like 'look guys they've both got their eyes closed in seemingly the same plaaaaace isn't that making you think they might kissssss,') I think they'd be stupid to not confirm it, it seems like the only logical thing. But I thought the same thing about the bees reunion in volume eight and then fans freaked the heck out claiming that a cheek-caress was canon confirmation and now we're back to people sending hate anons being like "We're all gonna laugh at you bees doubters when they kiss in volume nine." It feels like Disney introducing their seventh first gay character except with less confirmation. Idk, it's a lot.

But yeah, the thing is, some bumblebee fans just have to realize that nobody (especially not queer people) has to like or be excited for their ship, nobody has to (or tbh should be) congratulating the writers for doing the bare minimum of including at least one actually confirmed queer main character after ten years of no queer main character, and after having promised queer characters since volume two, which was filled to the brim with heteronormativity, and after Arryn Zech called Blake straight as late as 2019, and after the RWBY Arrowfell writers had Yang refer to Blake as like a sister to her less than a year ago, and after a massive controversy involving massive queerphobia, and tbh tons more. We don't have to respect the company or the show for their 'slowburn' when they were trying to sell pride-month shirts with all four main characters despite the fact that at the time not a single one of them had any line of dialogue confirming they were queer, and they still don't.

Blake and Yang will likely be confirmed as queer in the next season this year, and despite the fact that many critics of the show have been actively pushing for that, we're likely going to get told 'I told you so' and have a bunch of people gloating at us and calling us (the majority of us living real queer people,) homophobes for not jumping and down with joy that this web cartoon from a bigoted company with sketchy at best content finally did the bare minimum after ten years with no censorship. And meanwhile Miles fucking Luna with his Ruby-Rose-At-Sixteen body pillow and his 'funny' story about getting turned on by watching his ex make out with another girl and his former position as head of animation in the same company that treated the voice actress of one of four queer side characters horribly for years and years... He'll probably get praised to the skies for being such a trailblazing cool progressive guy despite the fact that he and the other writers are the ones who took ten years in the fucking first place, when Yang could've been confirmed as interested in girls since episode two of this show. It's annoying, to be honest. It gets my goat.

#rwde #anti bumblby #anti bumbleby #anti bees #anti bumblebee #anti rooster teeth

[nilesmoon]

fuck it bee sora timeline under the cut. join me as I ignore canon and turn the bees into my ocs

!!era: basically all the fics I've written up to this point.

Kohaku actually enrolls to reimei as a first year, he hates the place.

The first beeXswitch tour is a huge success, it becomes a summer tradition for them to do a live together.

+1 year: sora becomes a 3rd year & kohaku is a 2nd year.

bees give sora the Ring™ in this year's live. [The Ring™ is a matching ring everyone wears in crazy b, it's a red ring they wear on their pinkies, it's the one they wear in the ariadne event]

This starts a controversy, fans start calling sora a traitor to switch or whatever. natsume tells all of them to shut the fuck up during a solo fortune telling show which stops most of the hate.

himeru asks for help about kaname from sora. [FIC IN WORKS]

+2 years: sora graduates, starts majoring computer science/engineering. kohaku becomes a 3rd year.

kaname wakes up, his physical therapy begins, he starts to learn how to play some instruments to gain better mobility.

+3 years: kohaku graduates, (no idea what he'd major in afterwards, if he'd even go to uni at all).

kaname moves to the dorms, he's roomies with jun & kohaku. he continues physical therapy, gets better with instruments composes songs on his own.

talks of switch disbanding starts due to natsume wanting to focus more on fortune telling & tsumugi possibly taking over newdi.

RINNIKI INTERMISSION: after valk decides to fuck off to france (happens in +1 year) they get married (+3 years) which makes rinne think, hey why don't we do that?? niki tells him that the most they'd manage with their dumb asses is a shitty vegas wedding where everyone is drunk off their asses. which does end up happening. everyone cries but if you ask himeru he definitely didn't do anything like that.

+4 years: switch is now on indefinite hiatus.

kanasora debut as a duo, kaname makes their songs and sora comes up with bonkers stage production.

kaname can perform on stage but it's very difficult for him so he uses his wheelchair or a cane most of the time (on his daily life he uses some sort of mobility aid almost always).

kaname leaves the himeru title to meru, he debuts under his own name. he leaves whether or not meru will keep the himeru title up to him.

+5 years: sora & kaname OFFICIALLY join crazy b.

sora becomes crazy Bs co leader alongside rinne.

kanasora still perform together every once in a while.

kaname realizes that he enjoys making songs more than performing on stage.

#ok everyone I will be tagging all the characters to help myself find this post but also to spread propaganda #sora harukawa #kaname tojou #himeru #kohaku oukawa #rinne amagi #niki shiina #enstars #ensemble stars #nile talks #bee sora #nile canon

[nopoodles]

Or die trying

Mall at night - #fff215 @flashfictionfridayofficial

This is set in my Claretbury Chronicles universe (no, it's not out or even announced officially yet. Yes it is what I've been writing most recently. No it won't be out for at least a year and a half, possibly longer). No spoilers though. Anyway enjoy.

Billie clutched the daggers tightly in their fists, keeping their hands low and hidden in the open edges of their jacket — almost but not quite in their pockets.

Vampires went down better with wood — ash specifically, which the Hunters Guild had been good enough to supply Billie with. Problem was, the ash had about a 43.5% chance of disintegrating with the vampire. Problem was, the last time Billie had been sent on a mission that was "definitely vampires" they'd ended up taking a Llea demon in the chest. Said Llea demon had morphed the wood back into living form and used it to restrain Billie.

Wooden stakes only really worked on vampires. Silver coated daggers with runic enchantment carved into the blades worked on pretty much everything. Everything Billie could reasonably be expected to fight anyway.

Billie had spent more time in malls than most of their fellows, having not been picked up by the Guild until puberty had hit and their powers had manifested. Puberty would have been hard enough, but no, chance saw fit to equip Billie with magical powers to fight monsters too.

A dark and silent mall, though, was freaky as fuck. The last time Billie had been in a mall their mum had been taking them for new school supplies — supplies that had never come to be used, though Billie still had the keyring from the edge of the pencil case. It had been bright, the fluorescent lights blasting off the white marble-like floors, each shop front shedding its own choice of light out of the huge glass windows. It had been noisy, a thousand people or more all going about their lives in that chaotic way people behaved. Now Billie expected there had been more than humans in the mix, but they hadn't even thought to wonder that at the time. The scents of body odour and too much perfume mixed into a cloying concoction with the food and drink stalls — Billie's increased senses running rampant to categorise everything. Their mum had held their hand when Billie had pulled sunglasses down to cover their eyes, they could practically feel her warm, safe, solid grip now.

They shook it off. This mall was dark. The sting of cleaning fluid the only scent. And it was silent. But for the soft jingle of mayhem.

Billie had been sent out because the Guild didn't know what was here. They suspected vampires, but Billie knew by now that "suspected" was the same as "guessed". Just because they moved around at night didn't necessarily mean vampires.

But Billie's handler, Myles, had also pointed out the security guards drained of blood and the fact that these creatures — whatever they turned out to be — were throwing their party in the kind of place vamps would be naturally drawn to. A mirror shop.

Vampires and reflections. A complex consideration.

Still, as Billie neared the shop their heart pounded, knocking against their rib cage like an instant visitor. Whether it was vampires or something else, Billie was here to dispatch them. However many there happened to be.

Or Billie was here to die trying.

They slipped through the open glass door and into the shop.

Creatures buzzed about inside, too fast for even Billie to track. Could still be vamps. Vamps could move fast. But the noise like bee wings wasn't one Billie was used to vamps making when they buzzed about.

They gripped the handles of their daggers a little tighter.

Kill the beasties or die trying. That was the order. Billie's job. And Billie really didn't want to die.

© Will Soulsby-McCreath, feel absolutely free to reblog but you need my active written permission to share it anywhere else (and I'm not currently giving that)

#flash fiction friday #flash fiction friday 215 #fff215 #fff215 mall at night #claretbury chronicles

[starwalker03]

I am curious about insignificant details. Does the remains of the Team get to celebrate birthdays or holidays? If so how do they celebrate? Do they have any memorable ones? Does Black Manta celebrate atlantean holidays?

Ooooooh good question. Hmmmmmmm.

Black Manta isn't actually Atlantean is the thing. I'm not entirely sure what the official canon is but I have my own story of how he came to know an Atlantean woman and why that love turned into him waging war on the king (which I hope to unpack in the fic). I think with this in mind he does celebrate Atlantean holidays and he attempts to have Kaldur celebrate with him every now and then. However I think these attempts largely get phased out after the first few years. Kaldur loses time very easily, and being reminded 'hey it's time for the equinox' would trigger him because he'd realise it's been three months since the solstice when he thought it was mere days or weeks. The smart thing to do would be for David to give Kaldur a means of tracking time and allowing him to leave the house so the days are different. Instead he just removes the trigger best he can and hopes for the best.

Artemis would celebrate holidays with Jade to her heart's desire. Mostly mainstream ones but I'm sure there's cultural holidays that Jade introduces her to. Whilst still with her dad there's be holidays they'd just be tense and meaningless facades.

Conner doesn't get holiday celebrations necessarily, but he's invited to all the company parties of unspecific denominations. Which is generally one big party around november-december with generic winter decor. Birthdays are reliant on coworkers involvement. I think Lexcorp probably doesn't allow for birthday time off but you're permitted celebrations provided it's done during break time. So Conner probably has a birthday every few years cause his co-workers get the chance to organise something like a cake to bring to work this does rely on them knowing his birthday, which they probably don't for the first couple years till someone points out 'hey I don't think any of us have ever mentioned it' and then manage to needle the info out of him. Other than that... I don't think he'd get holidays or vacations. Even if Lex gets time off Conner is his bodyguard so he just gets to stand there.

M'gaan probably gets to celebrate holidays alongside Bee. So whatever Bee does to celebrate M'gaan can enjoy beside her, she might even be a parent of the celebrations in some ways if you know what I'm saying. But for the most part I think M'gaan is a bit jaded about holidays. I think on Mars her experience with holidays was probably pretty shit considering she's a white Martian, so when she came to earth that time with the team was probably the closest she got to real family and real happiness and real holidays. Now she's probably just given up on the notion but still nostalgic for the time she spent with the team.

Dick's experience would be entirely reliant on what Slade wanted. The first few years I think Dick got nothing. Perhaps he was even left alone under lock and key while Slade spent time with Wintergreen, and eventually Rose. Once Slade trusts that Dick is broken and remade and fully his, he would be brought along to whatever holidays Slade had with people. Slade isn't hugely sentimental, though, so he probably picked and chose what he wanted to do based entirely on his own preference. Dick's heritage is Romani and a circus so he was probably used to observing so many different holidays of the people in the circus with all kinds of traditions. Then he was with Bruce who observed Jewish holidays and also made the effort to let Dick celebrate what he wanted, and that all changes with Slade. He probably gets the occasional Christmas and New year's, maybe some Easter celebrations because rose is young. Birthdays are the same I guess but I think Slade would find his own fucked up way to make dick acknowledge the passage of time and how utterly owned he is.

Wally is going to immediately make them celebrate everything.

Also! Ask every inconsequential question dude cause it's making me think of things I don't initially consider. Also I love answering questions about this fic.

#dick grayson #dc comics #fanfiction #angst #deathstroke #young justice #wally west #conner kent #kaldur'ahm #artemis crock #mgann morzz

[risingblackmoon]

I would like to hear some of the oc knowledge

You're in the right place :)

So Spade has a lot of ocs and HOPEFULLY I won't miss any! (If I do I'll just reblog this with the missing ones info)

Bot Parent - I think I know the least about them but they are VERY important. The most important maybe. While they don't have an official name or design just yet, they've certainly got plenty of involvement in lore!!!

They are, in a way, the head creator of staff bots and a majority of the animatronics.(?) Except Happy specifically, there might be others they don't have involvement with. Once very likable and quite skrunky to "I am going to make all the animatronics capable of feeling pain, maybe next I'll fuck over that blackhole guy in the theater some more"

Boomerang - It was made to test the limitations of the animatronics. Stretchy arms, chest compartment(?), did I mention they're HUGE? Now it roams the staff tunnels/garbage area because, as you'll find with a few others, Fazbear Entertainment just threw these whole ass animatronics away and didn't bother to dismantle them. (Boomerang isn't their official name but shh)

White Sun - MY SKRINKY. LITERALLY MY FAVORITE OF THESE GUYS. I LOVE WHITE SM. So White was the first Daycare Attendant ever in the history of ever. Originally, they were made to keep lost children company in the Lost and Found, but eventually Fazbear Entertainment made a small daycare area for them to reside in. At first, kids could draw all over White without a care, but after the daycare was officially built, that feature was removed. As the Superstar Daycare got more popular, White ended up getting scrapped entirely in favor of making new attendants. So now they wander the trash area!!!

Also, White was Monty's punching bag back in the day, and a "hug" turned crush seems to have factored in to the decision to scrap them. So ... Physical contact is a bit iffy for them!

Stellar - The dog. The fucking thing. It lurks in the same places Boomerang does, but it isn't really that sapient or sentient. I mean, definitely sentient to a degree, but that's all. It was built to be the next Daycare Attendant, but is HEAVILY flawed and not a lot of care was put into their programming.

Stellar is pretty fuckin big and it has a chest compartment just like Boomerang. Also, it hates the color yellow but loves purple. It is based on a blackhole!

Chip - She's similar to Crescent and Star in the sense that she was a DCA's assistant! But she was only around for 2 months due to a.. incident with some dude. A mauling. I think the guy lived but unfortunately Chip was scrapped despite the DCA she was bonded to trying to convince them not to.

And guess what! Bot Parent programmed her I believe and they were just SO CONFIDENT in Bot Parent's capabilities they didn't do a test run. Which led to the mauling. Dumb bitches

Happy - My anti-blorbo. Happy is a blackhole show host type animatronic that works in the Superstar Theater! He's gone through shit and has horrible coping mechanisms.

By that I mean he mostly takes out his feelings on those around him, which is Star (we'll get to them in a moment). An absolute CUNT to Star. Eventually his mental state gets worse and worse and BOOM, Bot Parent steps in and fucks him over more somehow!

I think he'd sound like Markiplier. That's not lore, just a personal thing.

Comet - Oh, Comet, my sweet child. They see Star(again, in a moment!!) as their sibling!!! Comet themselves has stretchy limbs, is present strong, and assists in general construction around the pizzaplex. Like... Setting shit up and what not.

Unfortunately they aren't too aware of the Happy bullying but if they were I think they'd beat the shit out of him

Star - AH YES, STAR, MY SECOND FAVORITE CHILD/HJ. Since we both have ocs named Star we started calling it's Supernova/Prima Donna (this one) and mine Jupiter/Bee! That doesn't have anything to do with the lore I just thought it was silly.

Ok, Lore. Due to Happy BEING AN ASS, they ended up taking after his shit personality. A big bully who secretly longs for companionship (not explicitly stated I think but from our roleplays I can tell NVNB). They're very lightweight but strong... Yet fragile. Also, they have wings! They can fly!!!! Aand they ALSO have a cool weapon they can shift into anything!! I know how it works in my head but my brain juices are evaporating, just know it's really cool.

Star really just needs a real friend, man. God.

Spider - SPIDERRR *goes feral* Spider is such a homo. A gay.

They were made for the Lost and Found area, taking over White's original purpose. Though... They somehow ended up falling in love with Sun and Moon. You have no idea how adorable the three of them are.

Spider also has their own room where they "collect" things that are never picked up from the Lost and Found area!!

Due to a roleplay one of their nicknames is Fish and their room is called the Fish Bowl.

So far I don't know of anything bad happening to Spider! Haha I sure hope that doesn't change :')

So yea that's the lore :) so far :)))

#fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf oc #fnaf security breach oc #friends oc #silly stuff

[bunnyb34r]

While I was pruning our behemoth of a rose bush I kept seeing huge bumblebees which was nice but LOUD

So I look up and see like three bees up in the tree and I'm thinking ah fuck what's going on...

Yeah I think they were fucking GAGDGDGDGDGD I was watching the tree and like two kept flying about an inch away, landed on a branch, then back to the third bee on a sprig of leaf shoots, like they'd alternate but the third bee stayed the same

I thought maybe it died and they were trying to help it/move it but like... how would it stay up there on a flimsy ass branch sgdgdgdggddg so uh I guess you could say I saw a

Beesome

(bee threesome)

#marquilla #it was wild man agdggdgd i was so confused then like oh... uh okay! back to the rose bush! 😬 #bees

[billthedrake]

SECOND TRIMESTER

(A male pregnancy story dedicated to @aestheticsupremacy )

I gotta withhold the name here, but the Ex Jock is a guy you've seen before. An ex-NFL-er, actually, still doing the circuit as a TV sports commentator. Had his publicist create a whole family-man bio, while he and I are shacked up in our nice mansion letting Him be a family man of a different sort.

This morning I thought of even letting him sleep in. But he had a flight to catch to New York for Monday Night Football, and I had, well, a huge fucking boner as I watched his broad muscular back facing me.

I'm a horny dude in my late 20s, and as much as I loved to see the Ex Jock continue a successful career even as he was knocking on 50 himself, I knew I'd miss him the couple of days he was away.

The man didn't even wake as I slid the thin cotton sheet down, revealing those meaty lats, that mid-section softness of a good, honest dad bod, and that fucking backside... Ex Jock has an ass for days, round, smooth mounds with an extra furry trench. My dick twitched and actually spurted as I denuded his sleeping form.

I felt those ass crack hairs tickle my prick as I scooted in place. The Ex Jock was good and seeded and probably had more than a little lube still from our fuck hours earlier.

Ready... steady...

"Unnngh" came the Ex Jock's almost unconscious response. It wasn't the first time I'd woken my man up with a morning fuck, and Ex Jock said he always loved it when I did. Didn't make it any less a surprise for him, though.

Wrapping my arms around his meaty, furry torso I held on, as much to steady his body as my own. I pumped slowly but deeply, grateful for hot dad cunts and older men who love younger guys.

"Fuck me stud," Ex Jock finally croaked in his cracked, deep voice. His body responded in kind, his back pressing back against me, his ass bucking against my hips. The dude's pregnancy hormones were kicking in lately, sending his sex drive, his NEED, through the roof, and I'd been the lucky recipient.

I just growled as licked his ear and pounded his hot cunt. My fingers were busy exploring every bit of his hunky torso. Our first pregnancy I'd been so impatient and wanted to see my big daddy balloon up with my kid. I mean, I still did, but I've become a connoisseur of a male body as he makes another person. I appreciated each trimester, each month for the changes in Ex Jock's body. The man now was at the cusp between the first and second trimester, and my hands felt how beneath the soft middle aged padding, the Ex Jock's stomach swell was very firm.

It had been too long since he got to this stage. The Ex Jock never said no to me, even after popping out two healthy, rambunctious young boys. But we both knew he had to focus on his career for a few years. So we waited before having another... until we couldn't wait any more.

The sex between us during that haitus was just as hot, as we talked about me knocking him up again, and the Ex Jock getting more comfortable calling me Daddy as much as "son" - hell, I was both when you think about.

But as my hands traveled up the Ex Jock's front and cupped those furry, rock hard pecs, I regretted how these tits had dried up. It'd be several months before the man was lactating again, and even now I flicked and pinched those pink firm nipples that would be getting puffy and wide once the milk started flowing again.

If the idea turned me on, getting me closer and closer to orgasm as my dick now pistoned in and out of the pregnant hunk, the nipple play drove the Ex Jock wild.

"Aw FUCK, man!" he howled as his body went into a head-to-orgasm and his prick spurted across the bedsheets. The Ex Jock is a screamer, and we had to have a conversation with out sons about the screams they'd hear from the bedroom. "That's just Daddy's way of having fun with your Dad. You know, roughhousing kind of stuff..." That'd have to do until the birds and the bees talk.

I love having a vocal bottom, though, and I held on tight and quickly fucked a heavy load into the Ex Jock's cunt. My body goes pretty still once I've nutted and I just held on for a minute, feeling his heart beat in my hand and his own relaxing, affectionate acceptance of my embrace.

I finally kissed his neck and then craned up to find his lips as he turned his head. It wasn't the best position to kiss, and besides I knew what I was in the mood for this morning.

Pulling back, I knelt up in the bed and moved toward the headboard just as the Ex Jock turned on to his back. It had taken me a couple of years to convince the daddy hunk to do clean up duty, but now he was gung ho for it. I'd barely gotten my still turgid pick to his face before he leaned in and started taking it into his mouth.

"Nice," I muttered, running my fingers over his bald, shaved head. Sometimes I went for seconds just feeling the Ex Jock's warm slutty mouth on my dong, but I looked over for the clock.

"You should get ready," I sighed, pulling free.

The man looked over, a little tired. The post-sex endorphins were kicking in addition to the normal pregnancy. "Yeah. Fuck..." his voice was soft and mellow now, a contrast to his sex cries just a moment ago. He looked up at me with his hazel eyes. "Too bad you can't ever come to New York with me," he said.

I used to worry the Ex Jock would seek out dick nonstop on his business trips. Hell, if he did, that was OK by me, as long as he was already knocked up. But for a gruff no-nonsense guy, the Ex Jock had a big romantic streak.

"I gotta work, remember?" I reminded him. Even if the man had some pretty good coin from professional ball and a broadcasting career, I had a pretty good job, too, and kids are expensive. And we had plans for a lot more. I reached down and stroked his bearded cheek. "But come third trimester you know I'm gonna be on that hot ass of your nonstop."

The Ex Jock stretched his body and laughed before setting up in bed. It was amazing to see how comfortable this big man had gotten with pregnancy and the changes it imposed on his body. "I'm counting on it, stud."

[yutito]

it irks me when ppl say bighit is such a good company and treat their artists so well because they "treat bts rlly well". it's like, first of all i'm pretty sure there's been Issues even with bts. 2nd of all even if they treat bts so well that doesn't mean they treat the rest of their artists that well too? like bee tee ess are literally their main money-makers. if they decided to leave, their huge fucking fanbase would just move with them, & the monetary hit taken would be huge. so, of course they'd treat them better. but that doesn't mean it's the same for like, txt, enhypen, and so on?

#logbook #IT'S JST LIKE w the recent situation w the ssngs #surrounding t.xt there's been lots of ppl telling others not to say anything cuz 'big.hit is a good company im sure theyre doing their best #LIKE. obviously that is NOT the case? judging from the Everything? i hate company stans

[buckmecaptain]

Distraction on Halloween

Bucky Barnes is stuck at a Tony Stark Halloween party, annoyed and bored.  What he needs is a little distraction.

Bucky Barnes X OC, Steve Rogers

Mentions of Sam Wilson, Maria Hill, Tony Stark, Sharon Carter

Picture is not mine.  Neither are the MCU characters. 

This was supposed to be a drabble, turned into a one-shot.  Kinda.  I wrote this in an hour, so I’m sure it’s full of mistakes.

WARNINGS:  Blood, Unprotected Sex (Wrap it before you tap it!), Supernatural beings, Alcohol consumption, Naughty words, Smut,  Bucky’s huge dong 

Another holiday, another Stark Party. Bucky huffed and rolled his eyes, annoyed at the mostly-drunk costumed revelers who were networking and jockeying for the best selfie positions.  Leaning an elbow on the bar, he nursed his whiskey and watched the various Avengers scattered around the room.  

He couldn't help but chuckle at Steve and Sam, who were dressed as Han Solo and Lando Calrissian, respectively, and Sharon Carter and Maria Hill, who were both dressed as Princess Leia and pretending - maybe - to swoon over them.  His thoughts were interrupted by a voice coming from a couple of spots away.

“Ginger ale, please.  Plenty of ice.”

A little shiver ran up his spine, like cold fingertips spider-walking on his back.  He side-eyed the speaker, who was not looking in his direction.  She was tall, stacked, in a floor-length long-sleeved black dress that showed astonishing cleavage.  Long night-black hair and pale skin, blood-red lips, and incredible dark lashes almost completed an enticing picture.  He desperately wanted to see her eyes.

Oh, why the hell not?  It's a party, it's Halloween...  He turned his head toward her only slightly. "Designated driver?"  he asked.

The barest hint of a smile pulled at the corner of her lips and she toyed with the straw in her drink. “Something like that.”  She didn't look at him.  “You're not mingling.”

“Not really my thing.”

She sipped her ginger ale.  “Oh?  I would have thought otherwise.  There's an angel and a French maid at your seven o'clock who are absolutely ready to, um, mingle with you, Luke Skywalker.”  This time she smirked, but still didn't look over at him.

He'd been well aware of the inebriated giggling twosome and had been ignoring them for at least twenty minutes.  Their voices were grating on his nerves.  “Also not my thing.  Things, whatever,” he shrugged.

She hummed.  "Well, too bad.  That was a sure way to get to put your lightsaber to good use."  She turned away.  "See ya around."

He couldn't stop himself from turning to watch her go.  Eventually, he lost her in the crowd due to constant interruptions from party guests and was growing more frustrated by the minute.  Deciding fresh air was the cure for his malady, he ducked down the caterer's entrance and stepped out onto a balcony.

The late October air was crisp and bracing, and he pulled in a lung full.

“Did all those drunk fools take your breath away, Sergeant?”

Bucky whipped his head around to see his mystery girl perched on the balcony's handrail, the hip-high slit in her dress revealing her long shapely legs, crossed and swaying slowly in the night breeze.  He snorted.  “More like sucked all the air out of the room,” he leaned back against the rail and blatantly looked her up and down.  “What's your excuse, doll?”

She shrugged, not meeting his eyes, “So many people in one space.  Overwhelming.  This is better.”

He nodded.  “You're gonna get cold.”

“Maybe so,” she uncrossed her legs and stilled.  “Interested in coming over here to keep me warm?” This time she did look at him, and he was startled by how luminous her eyes were in the light of the full moon.  Oh yes, he was definitely interested.

Bucky sauntered over and leaned back on the rail beside her.  “Better now?”

She hummed an affirmative.  “Won't your friends miss you in there?”

“Nah, they know I'm not big on these shindigs,” he watched her carefully as he spoke, “I could go back to my quarters right now and they'd think nothing of it.”

“I see.”

He folded his arms over his chest. “'Course, it's kind of lonely up there.”

“Pity.  The night is so young and you look like you're just- just full of energy.”

“Honey, you have no idea.”

She leaned down and purred in his ear, “I'd like to get an idea.”

He shivered and turned his head, their lips meeting immediately.  At first, he was surprised to find hers to be as cold as the handrail on which she was perched, but when she opened her mouth to him and caressed his tongue with hers he found nothing but warmth.

The kiss quickly became heated, breathless moans filling the space, and he soon found himself standing between her legs with her fingers buried in his hair.  His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as she arched her back and wrapped her legs around him.

He pulled back, eyes darkened with desire, and pressed the tip of his erection  against her center. “Darlin', if you want to continue this we'd better go to my place,” his breath hitched as her lips found his throat, “or else we're gonna traumatize the catering staff.”

She nipped his neck and pulled back. He almost did a double-take at how wanton she looked; her eyes were dark and feline, parted lips bee-stung and still blood red, cheeks and chest flushed scarlet.  She was going to tear him apart and he was going to let her.

They'd barely made it to his bedroom when they came together again, hands, teeth, and mouths everywhere, grinding against each other in a frenzy.

“Too many clothes,” she complained, tugging on his costume tunic.

He stepped back far enough to tear off the outfit.  “You know who I am.  What's your name, sugar?”

“Elanor.  Call me 'Elle',” she replied simply as she tossed her heels aside and opened the clasp at the waist of her dress, letting it slip from her body and fall to the floor.

Bucky growled low in his throat when he saw her standing before him in nothing but a tiny pair of silky scarlet panties.  He stalked forward, predatory and beautiful in the low light, catching her as she jumped into his arms and wrapped around him.  They made their way to the bed and sank onto his slate gray comforter.  

He was everywhere at once, grinding his erection into her clothed center while nuzzling and massaging her full breasts as she moaned and writhed beneath him.  He suckled and flicked his tongue at her nipples, tasting, always tasting.  She squeezed her legs around him tightly and flexed, lifting them both off of the bed.

“Damn, doll, you're strong,” he chuckled and moved to cover her neck and shoulder with kisses.

She shoved her fingers into his hair and pulled his head up.  “Need you inside me.  Now.”

“Yes ma'am,” he purred, standing and shoving his boxers down and off.

Elle's eyes went wide at the sight of his engorged cock.  “You're very blessed, Sergeant.  Is all that for me?” she asked playfully as she raised her hips and slowly slid her panties over her bottom and halfway down her thighs.  She stopped there, toying with the delicate fabric.

Bucky's mouth watered and his cock twitched.  “Gonna tease me, sweetheart?  Might wanna be careful,” he warned, one corner of his mouth turning up as he took in her pinup-girl pose.

“Why, what are you gonna do, spank me?  It's not teasing if I fully intend to follow through.”  She shimmied out of the underwear and tossed them aside while he stood there transfixed by the gorgeous woman laid bare before him.

He made no move to approach.

“Now who's being a tease?” she pouted, knees parting.  She snaked a hand down to touch herself and sighed dramatically.  “Making me wait when I’ve already told you I want you.”

He lunged forward, landing between her legs and batting her hand away.  "Oh no, you don't.  That's my job," he rasped, replacing her hand with his and stroking her arousal-drenched folds.

Elle whimpered and moaned, grinding herself against his hand as she dug her nails into his biceps. “Sergeant, I need-”

“Patience, doll.”

She pulled his head down to her chest, arching into him when his lips and teeth claimed a nipple.  “Fuck yes.  Harder,” she demanded.

He increased the suction on her nipple and thrust two fingers deep into her entrance, his thumb circling her clit.  “Don't hold back.  Let me hear you,” he urged, pumping his fingers slowly but firmly in and out of her.

She clutched at the comforter as pleasure coursed through her, head thrown back, gasping, hips gyrating in time with his hand, maneuvering so his thumb made better contact.  Her hands flew to his face and pulled his mouth to hers.  “I want to ride you,” she declared against his lips, her tongue slipping into and out of his mouth, flicking, fucking.  "I want you to watch me take your cock."  She grasped his wrist, pulling his hand from her entrance and brought it toward his mouth.  

He automatically opened and sucked his fingers clean of her juices, moaning in appreciation.  “Taste so fuckin' good, doll.  Like Heaven.”

She laughed darkly and claimed his mouth with a clash of teeth and lip-bruising force.

Somehow in the middle of that kiss, Bucky ended up on his back with Elle straddling him.  She rocked her hips, rubbing her silky-slick center along his length, making him gasp and press harder against her.

“Doll, if you- you don't stop that it's gonna be over way too soon,” he choked out between moans.

“But it feels so good,” she reasoned, then pushed up onto her knees and grasped his cock. “Eyes on me, Sergeant,” she commanded, looking into his eyes.  Hers were almost completely black as she stroked the tip of him along her center, fully coating him in her arousal.

She needn't have asked; he couldn't look away.  His hands latched onto her hips as she eased down onto his length, moving achingly slowly inch by inch.  The feel of her hot, wet heat wrapping around him as he watched her take him in was almost too much and he had to bite his lip hard to keep himself from coming right then and there.

Once he was fully inside her, she moved her hips in small circles, her body sensually undulating above him, hypnotic and serpentine.  “Sergeant.. your cock feels so good.  So big.  Filling me up,  hit all- all the right spots,” her voice was wrecked, needy and raspy with her heavy breathing.  She trailed her hands over the planes of his stomach, scraping her nails lightly over his heated skin, as he shivered and bucked his hips.

She leaned forward, those perfect full breasts swaying tantalizingly close to his chest.  He couldn't stop himself from leaning up to capture a nipple in his teeth, teasing the taut peaks with the tip of his tongue.  He thrust up into her faster as she keened with pleasure.

Flexing her powerful thighs, she set her rhythm to match his power and speed, huffing out a breath each time his pelvis met hers.  Leaning down again as far as she could she pulled his head to hers, their lips meeting and parting, tongues sliding together wet and hot.  She moaned into his mouth, “So close.  Harder.”

He obliged, fingers digging into the soft curves of her ass, hips ratcheting up into hers, his breathing ragged.  His movements were growing uncoordinated – he was close as well -  and brought his hand over to rub her clit with his flesh thumb, bringing her over the edge.

When the orgasm hit, Elle raked her nails down his chest then arched her back, inner walls clamping down on his thrusting cock.  The angle and sensation sent shockwaves buzzing through his body.

Bucky thought he'd never seen a more beautiful, desirable woman, and he was about to tell her as much when her walls clenched him again and he came.  His eyes slammed shut as his senses overloaded and he missed seeing the dark, leathery wings that unfurled from his lover's back.

As her wings flexed she leaned down and kissed him hungrily, trailing open-mouthed kisses over his jaw to his neck, tongue tracing the pulse point, and sank her teeth into his skin. She licked the wound, immediately dulling the sting, and sucked.

He didn't care that she was marking him.  Caught up in the after-effects of the most intense orgasm he'd ever had, he didn't find it strange that he was seeing stars, brilliant colors, and feeling a strong pulling sensation from where her mouth was connected to his neck.

He was so lost in the resulting euphoria of this otherworldly climax he only partially came back to himself when Elle pulled away and sat on the edge of the bed, delicately wiping off the blood running from the corners of her mouth with her fingers.  She then licked them clean.

“I was right, you know.  Blessed.  You taste so good, like a fine brandy and cinnamon,” she complimented, smiling smugly.

Bucky was woozy as if he'd had a bit too much of Thor's infamous Asgardian liquor.  His head felt heavy, his tongue thick, mouth dry.  "Wow, doll, that was a helluva ride."  He flopped back onto his bed with a goofy grin on his face.

“Thank you, Sergeant.  I had a damn good time.  It should hold me over for a while.”  She winked at him as she clasped her dress and slipped on her heels.  “See you around.”  She stepped out onto his balcony and disappeared into the night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The super-soldier woke with a brutal headache the next morning.  His head was pounding and he was cold.

What the fuck?   His balcony door was open.  What the hell did he drink last night?  Had he been drugged?

He sat up and the pounding in his head intensified.

Wait.  That pounding was coming from the door.

He clutched his head and hollered, “What the hell do you want?”

The noise stopped and his door opened.

“Pal?  You okay?  It's eleven o'clock.  You missed breakfast.”

“Yeah, Steve, just one hell of a hangover.   Was Thor at the party last night?”

Steve tilted his head to the side, hands on his hips.  “Thor?  No, he's still off-world.”

Hissing out a long breath, Bucky lay back down.  "Fuckin' killer headache.  The bartender didn't have any of that Asgardian alcohol, did he?"

Concerned, his friend suggested they go to Medical and get him checked out, and Bucky agreed.

“I'll get you some clothes, Buck. Sit still for a minute,” Steve offered, handing him a water bottle.

Bucky took it gratefully and drained the entire contents.  “So damn thirsty.”

“Well, dehydration is the first sign of too much alcohol.  Maybe it's alcohol poisoning.  Maybe you just lost track of how much you had to drink?  Guess I should save the assumptions,” Steve rambled, suddenly standing stock-still. 

 “Hey, uh, Buck?  Did you have company last night?”

“Shit.  I don't remember.   If I did, she's not here now.”

Steve turned to him with a familiar pair of red silk panties hanging off of one finger.  “I'd say this is proof that something went on here last night,” he smirked.

“Wow, you'd think I'd for sure remember something like that.”  He tilted his head and squinted at the feminine garment.

Steve paled.  "Buck, I- I think we'd better, uh, get you to the medbay right now.  C'mon."  He stared at the side of his friend's neck and grabbed his arm, hauling Bucky to his feet.

“What the hell, man?”

Steve dragged him over to the dresser mirror and pointed.  There were two holes, spaced slightly apart and perfectly round, perforating his neck over the jugular vein.

The super-soldiers stared at each other in the mirror, both wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

"Holy shit," they said in unison and turned to the open balcony door.

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#5

Red - barricade day

Red, the colour of the street where they lay.

red, still flowing out of their bodies.

They were students… one was a child.

A revolution that had been so carefully planned out, ending with the same colour that started it. Red.

The colour that had once been the colour of 'a world about to dawn' was now the colour of flowing blood and a plan that led to nothing.

After all, who would care to remember a bunch of students and a child? Their bodies would be disposed of, the rain would wash away their blood and with that all traces of the battle that had occurred.

Would their bodies painting the world red really be for nothing? Would the world return to black once more?

Or would their determination and laughter carry on? After all, one of them still remained.

Maybe nothing changed that day but if their story lived on, if their names didn't go forgotten, then maybe, red would become the colour of hope once more.

My contribution to barricade day I guess.

I'm in no way a writer and English isn't my first language, but I tried my best.

25 notes • Posted 2021-06-05 16:00:05 GMT

#4

Some people hoard genders or pronouns (which is cool af btw!!)

I, however, hoard names. And it's very fun confusing people by responding to a whole bunch of different names. Especially the ones that are usually just seen as words.

26 notes • Posted 2021-05-07 15:59:35 GMT

#3

I just found out that there are versions of Les Mis (the musical) where Grantaire and Enjolras FUCKING HUG after Grantaire's depressing solo in Drink With Me and I'm an absolutely sobbing mess.

Idk why I didn't find out about this earlier but omg I'm so happy I did now.

Grantaire is a huge comfort character and omg I cannot handle this.

I am so so emotionally attached to him.

44 notes • Posted 2021-05-27 15:20:36 GMT

#2

So I've been seeing a lot of Les Amis teacher related stuff on here lately and I walked into 3 of my old highschool teachers today (yay /s). So I decided to jump on the bandwagon.

Les Amis as things my teachers have said or done:

• Enjolras: put up polls all over school during pride month to see if lgbtq+ kids felt safe (and how they could make sure people did feel safe) at school and would verbally destroy anyone who said something insulting. As well as inviting lgbtq activists to his class to make sure people got the proper education.

• Combeferre: gave a 15 minute speech about the differences between bees and wasps and why they're both important after someone killed a bee in class and called it a wasp. Or alternatively, took revenge on the student who pulled pranks on him for years by calling him in the last minute he was supposed to call people who didn't graduate and told him "I have bad news for you... you'll have to wait another minute so I can tell you you graduated."

• Courfeyrac: showed up to school with a Spice Girls shirt under his more formal attire one day. He was so exited about it he was practically jumping around when he showed us and dramatically danced to some songs before starting his class.

• Joly: that one overprotective teacher who'd constantly check if you're okay and made a fuss out of everything (they mean it well though).

• Bossuet: send an email 10 minutes before the class had started to tell us that they were gonna be late cause her dog ate their husband's hearing aids and her son had broken his arm and their bike had issues and they'd nearly fell down the stairs. Or alternatively, showed up to class with half of his face covered in bruises, a broken arm and a concussion cause he fell off his bike.

• Grantaire: often disrupted other classes with the weirdest stuff. Like this man would just randomly walk into a different class, look around, just go "just wanted to see how you guys are doing" and leave. He would also just walk in purely to start a discussion with the teacher giving the class, usually throwing in at least one reference to a book or movie. He's also walked in just to put a broomstick in the middle off the class, straight up supported by nothing and left without saying a word. (He also made jokes about his name a lot as his name was [first name] Engels, which translates to English and that's also the subject he teaches.)

• Jehan: made you deal with difficult situations by writing them down and doing music (usually group) related exercises to help you cope and calm down as well as teaching you to work together.

• Feuilly: could give you incredibly detailed speeches about almost every art supply the school owned and what you could do with them.

• Bahorel: gave a whole speech about how cool it would be to be alive during the apocalypse, because "I could say I was actually there when the apocalypse happend! That would so cool" And after the class pointed out that there wouldn't be people to tell this to after the apocalypse cause there wasn't really a society anymore he just went "I could fight zombies though!"

Bonus:

• Marius: filled half their class with a speech about Napoleon.

This was a lot harder than I thought so I'm sorry if some are a bit out of character.

49 notes • Posted 2021-10-07 15:06:18 GMT

#1

Okay so you know how Bossuet isn't bald in most adaptations of Les Mis?

It's because he stole one of the wigs from Valjean's collection. He started wearing it as a joke but it kinda grew on him so now he just kinda wears a wig.

That's the only explanation I'll ever accept.

96 notes • Posted 2021-09-06 12:14:50 GMT

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