#is cory….ya know??

[magicxc]

Ohhh he applying PRESSURE!! Lol but he bold asf to be facetiming already. Someone like me would’ve watched it ring 😩

two.

“It's about time somebody tall, dark and fine stumbled your way,” Zora’s best friend, Nique, chats into the phone.

“And in the flower shop of all places?? Sounds like heaven to little miss botanical girl!”

“You know, I could really hang up.”

“Who else would you spill your bullshit to, Z?”

“My mama.”

“Girl, please. Pam ain't listenin’ to you blab about another man, and I can bet on it.”

“Did you just call my mama by her first name?” She laughs.

“Don't tell her, she'd skin me.” Nique snickers.

Sparking up her blunt, heavily pulling and exhaling, she laughs at her friend. “I should tell her, especially since you tryna clown.”

“Okay, alright. But for real, he seem cool?”

“Yeah, he might be alright. We’ll see.”

“You ain't ever too excited,”

“Cause why would I be?”

“Cause this could be different, Zora Jean.”

“I told you to stop calling me that, and if it's different, then my excitement will show. I mean, he has my number. What else you want from me??” She huffs, placing the blunt back between her lips.

“Alright, I'll quit before you start yellin’,” Nique sighs.

“I'm two seconds from heading your way and kickin’ ass, Nique. Ain't nobody yellin’.”

“Put your guns away, jeez. I hope his fine ass makes you eat your words.”

Me too.

“Like I said, we'll see! But I gotta go, Shaun got me covering her shift in the morning.”

“When you gon leave that place in the dust, chile?” Nique asks, referring to The Pub, a family-owned restaurant with its own list of problems.

“Nique, please. We talk about this all the time. The pay is great and my boss loves me. Her dickhead of a son is the least of my worries, cause if he don't back up off me, he'll meet my pretty little taser. It's juiced up at all times.” She smiles, ashing her blunt in the red, heart-shaped tray.

“I wish I would put up with some shit like that.”

“What you suggest I do? Ain't nobody hiring right now.”

“I could get you a spot here at my office!”

“As much as I appreciate that, I couldn't be in no office. Sitting still for too long makes me antsy and you know this.”

“Yeah, you right.” She laughs. “Well, have a wonderful day at work, hopefully you won't have to shank nobody.”

“Thanks, Nique Nique. You have a wonderful day, as well!”

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Pulling into the parking lot a little before ten-thirty, Zora takes the extra time to gear herself up for her six-hour shift.

She dryly blinks at her screen, her thumb steady scrolling and stopping, and scrolling again through twitter, tiktok and the like.

The sound of her ringtone jolts her slightly, as she stares at the top of her screen, Leon's name making the left corner of her mouth lift.

Letting it ring for a beat, she answers and watches his face come into view.

Damn, he was fine.

“Good morning.”

“You're bold for wanting to see my face this early, but I'll let it slide.” She laughs, making him do the same.

“I had to take a chance. Who wouldn't wanna see such beauty, first thing in the morning?”

She hums, fondly shaking her head.

“I see you also follow directions.”

“Of course! I told you no worries, right?”

“Mhm, you did.” She nods; the hint of a smirk still ghosts on her lips.

“You heading into work or?” He asks, referring to the jacket with her job’s logo on it.

“Yeah, I've got like twenty minutes before I head in.”

“Gotcha,” he squints. “The pub… a bar?”

“There's a bar inside, but it's more of a restaurant.”

“Oh cool, I gotta check it out. Good food? Be honest.”

She smiles, nodding her head. “The best. We've got these cheesy potato bites that are to die for. Same with the wings, those are my favorite.”

“Sounds good. I might swing by on my lunch break.”

“Where you work at?”

“A warehouse out in Midland. It's a bust, but it pays great.”

“Yeah, I know how that goes.”

“The life, amiright?”

She chuckles, giving him another nod.

“Well, maybe I'll see you later.”

“What time are you out?”

“Five.”

“You'll see me later.” He flashes that smile, making her sigh.

“Alright, til then,” she smirks, waving him bye.

“Til then,” he responds, returning the gesture before they hang up.

Another ten more minutes of aimlessly scrolling, she's heading into her beloved job, being immediately greeted by her boss and pulled to the side.

“Zora, dear! Good morning. I'm so glad you're here with me this morning.”

“Of course, Linda. You know I love to help out.”

“Yes, such the sweetie pie. I know Shaun appreciated it, too.”

“Yes, she definitely needed a day off after the way her week started off.”

“I know, but don't worry, those rednecks aren't welcome back in here.”

“Good.”

“Now, all I really need you to do is ring ‘em out, we got the rest.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, no worries. The cooks are good, my boys are gonna be out on the floor, running the food so just stand here and look pretty, kay?” She requests, making Zora laugh.

“Gotcha boss lady.”

As soon as she walks to the back, it's as if Cory sniffed her out and made a beeline towards her, disregarding her don't-fuck-with-me expression.

“Sup, beautiful. I thought I heard an angel's voice in here.”

“You layin’ it on like molasses, and it's making me itch. Go away.” She says, her expression unmoved.

“Oh come on, Zora. I just be tryna–“

“-get on my nerves, yes. I know. Go find a table to wipe down and leave me alone.” She glares at him now, and he backs away.

Once he's outta sight again, she sighs and rolls her neck, shaking his sliminess away.

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A few hours, many to-go boxes and a small meltdown later, Zora was finally on her break, munching on those potato bites she raved about earlier.

She was back to scrolling on her phone, silently laughing at the tweets that got more and more bizarre as she went.

The chimes on the door continued to go off as people came and went, but once that woodsy scent flowed through the air, coupled with that deep voice, she'd turned her head before she could stop herself.

There he was in his lanky glory. A toboggan covering his hair, his thick sweatshirt still showing off those cut arms from all the heavy lifting he does, and the polite smile he flashes at her coworker makes her weak in the knees from where she's sitting.

He'd ordered what she suggested, and she doesn't know why, but it made her smile. She turned back to her phone, knowing how mortified she'd be if he caught her stare.

He'd seen her when he first walked in, unbeknownst to her.

Her head was buried in her phone and he got a chance to glance at her once more, unable to get over how beautiful she was to him.

Her hair was still up in a bun like earlier, the gloomy day wasn't taking away from her natural glow at all.

He'd really convince someone that she was a goddess, if he had the time.

After grabbing the to-go bag from the bar, he headed in her direction, giving her a warm smile as she looked his way.

“Hey, Leon.”

“Hey, Zora. Mind if I join you?”

“Course not, have a seat.” She offers, secretly loving the way his scent wafted over her as he did so.

“How's your day been?” He asks, tearing into the double-knotted bag for his food.

“Sorry about the knots, Claire kills me.” She snorts. “But it's been chill, still ready to clock out and curl up on my couch. How about yours?”

“I'm just about ready to do the same. I lifted a box full of glass lanterns and the bottom fell out.” He sighs, making her gasp.

“Really?? I know that was a bitch to clean up!”

“You shoulda seen it. I mean, glass everywhere. It took me about an hour or so, so I'm definitely ready to turn in for the day.”

“Nobody helped you?”

He shakes his head. “I prefer to work alone, most of the time. People like to unnecessarily make things more complicated than they have to be sometimes, so I'd rather do it myself.”

“Huh, you sound like me.”

He smirks, finally opening the styrofoam container. His eyes widen as the golden, cheesy bites stare him in the face.

“Wow, these look so good!”

“Eat one,” she laughs, popping another in her mouth.

Obliging, he grabs one off the top of the pile and bites into it, his eyes briefly closing. The cheese pull was excellent.

“Good, yeah?”

“Hell yeah,” he says with a hand over his mouth. “There's bacon in these, too??”

She laughs all over again, nodding her head.

“Magical, aren't they??”

Dipping them in the chipotle ranch, he wholeheartedly agrees, pulling another one apart.

Like a creep, Cory was watching their interaction play out and he was seething, wondering why a girl like Zora didn't wanna be bothered with him, but yet here she was, giggling up a storm with some man.

“There's this kid when I walked in the door, started mean muggin’ me. Like he knew who I was or something.” He cracks, making her shake her head.

“About your height, curly hair, looks like a douche?” She asks to clarify.

“Yup,” he nods. “Who is that?”

“Cory. He thinks we're meant to be together or whatever bullshit he tries to spin. I'm sure he's around the corner, scoping us out, right now.” She rolls her eyes.

“Need me to handle that for you?”

“I got a taser with his name on it, and a kitchen knife if that don't work,” she sighs.

“Zora,”

“I couldn't ask you to do that, Leon.” She shakes her head.

“You didn't ask, I offered.” He quips.

“Ooh, you got me there.”

“I'm just saying, you don't have to deal with that bullshit and I can take it off your hands.”

“Don't kill him, please.”

He scoffs. “I'm too pretty to be in prison, girl.”

She lets out a hearty chuckle, thanking god water was within her reach.

“Plus, if I lay him out, he won't mess with you again.” He blinks.

“One good left hook, huh?”

“That's my good hand too, girl. How'd you know?”

“I'm good like that.” She flashes him a smile of her own, catching him for two seconds too long.

The way his tongue swipes over his bottom lip, making them look even more kissable, has her crossing one leg over the other.

The alarm on her phone goes off, making her sigh heavily.

“My break is over, unfortunately.”

“Damn, and I was just startin’ to like you.” He cracks, shaking his head as she stands up.

“Ima have Cory kick you out, how bout that.” She cracks back.

“Working with the predator? How low can you go.”

“To hell.” She blinks.

He stands from the table as well, easily towering over her five-three frame. Her gaze shifts above her glasses again, but she can see everything she needs to.

Adjusting them on the bridge of her nose anyway, she tugs on her jeans and slides her phone into her jacket pocket.

“Thanks for coming in and killing time with me.”

“No problem. I had to check it out, and after eating these babies,” he taps the box, “I'll definitely be back.”

“Next ones are on me.”

“You don't have to do that.”

“I know, that's why I offered to do it.” She mocks his earlier sentiment.

“You got me there.”

They share another laugh, stalling for another fifteen seconds.

“Would it be inappropriate if I wanted a hug?” He asks, not missing how fast she shook her head.

Engulfing her in his warm embrace, she giggles as he rocks side to side before letting go.

“You smell good. What is that?”

“One of them Armani fragrances. It's expensive as hell, but if it attracts a beauty like you, I'll keep it on me.” He winks.

“You are too much.” She says, fondly shaking her head.

“That a bad thing?”

“Not in your case, no.”

“Good to know.” He says, before rebagging his food. “It's always a pleasure, miss Zora.”

“See ya later, Leon.”

They reluctantly part ways, but not before he catches eyes with the freckle-faced bonehead that is Cory, glaring at him something awful on his way out.

“The fuck was that?” He cluelessly asks.

“A warning.” She mumbles, heading to the back with her empty dish.

Ch 3

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[unforth]

Gonna go fall on my face as soon as the Supernatural section of Geeks and Needs for Harris is done but ngl, with Jensen Ackles deciding to join Misha Collins and all the others (Mark Shepard, Jim Beaver, Ruth Connell, Rob Benedict, Kim Rhodes, Curtis Armstrong, and Richard Speight Jr. are there)... and Jared Padalecki not being there is. Very very noticeable. 😅

[cottagecori]

every time i look at a picture of miles teller that isn't in the context of tgm, it feels wrong. like we used to be a proper country take the next six months and grow back that mustache goddammit

[scionshtola]

she would not say that...(any of these)

[wallcreeper-and-oro]

connection.find(omni_net) connection established omni.id.vericode(Y/N) (Y) {vericode entered} connection verified - lancer 910372

❀ i'll make sure this is okay to post later don't worry [video file inserted - ma_belle.mp4]

{video recording begins}

[there are two figures sitting next to each other on a couch, one smaller and one larger, only their silhouettes are visible, the edges of their face illuminated by a projected holographic screen of what looks to be a rather bad telenovela playing]

[the smaller figure turns their head to face the larger, her voice qiuet]

um.. Thebe?

[the larger figure turns their face to match]

mm?

uh.. i heard what you were saying earlier..

[her voice is unsure, hesitant]

um...

do you really thing i look.. pretty.. in these?

[she pulls on the strap of the tank-top she's wearing]

[a small smile can be seen on the larger figure's face, she's looking down at the smaller face looking up at her, she whispers]

if i'm honest.. i think they make you look hot ma belle

[the smaller figure makes a noise like a squeak, quickly covering her face with her hands, what can be seen of her face from the shifting light is beet red]

[the smaller figure curls up, burying her head on the larger figure's lap]

[with a pleased and teasing note in her voice, the larger figure moves her hand on to the smaller figure's shoulder]

somethin' the matter Cory?

[her voice, soft and muffled through the fabric of the larger figure's sweater]

pay attention

{video recording ends}

glad they're enjoying themselves :3

[anxiously-kk]

something that makes absolutely no sense to me is who and why is anybody sending taran death threats because cory didn’t end up being backdoored??? what does he have to do with it??

[toads-treasures]

💙 - Describe their bedroom! Is it personalized, unchanged? Messy, neat? For Cori? I'm very curious 😘

I was just thinking about this! Because Cori has actually never had a bedroom, not one of her own. Her mother was a cleric of Kelemvor, the god of death, and her family was always on the move, staying in inns or just roughing it. Her mom wasn't part of any temple (IDK if there even IS a temple for Kelemvor) because she felt that his work was needed everywhere, she couldn't be tied down to one place. So they traveled, all around the sword coast, her mom preforming funeral rites, helping angry spirits find peace, eradicating undead. Ya know, regular mom activities. So, consequently she never really had a home, but she's always wanted one.

I think the closest she ever came was when she lived briefly in Waterdeep. She wanted to go to New Olamn, the bardic college there, and while she only was able to attend the college for a few months (a semester??? Do bardic colleges have semesters? I have no idea) it was her first time having somewhere she actually could call home. She was too broke to go all out as far as home furnishings go, but I think she for sure went Fantasy Thrifting and did everything she could to make the little rented room her own, which meant cozy and probably a little cluttered from an outside perspective but, she loved it. Vibes wise it would be something like this, although I highly doubt these rooms were furnished on a “budget” lol

[yaka-arrow]

getting really nice comments on my Meredith/Yondu fic just really makes my day, hah

like I wrote it for myself and my own enjoyment, but knowing that others have really enjoyed it too has been a really nice experience, especially since I don’t really write fanfic all that often. my last fic was written in 2016, for chrissakes

it’s just a lot of fun! I really can’t wait to finish editing the next chapter, and now that I’m not working overtime every day, I’m wanting to get back in the swing of things

[gummydummy19]

The bear and his honey

Summary: How grumpy Sy won your heart and you won his :))

Content Warnings: Fluff, sunshine x grumpy trope, smut (oral, fingering, piv, creampie, pet names, praise, hint of a size kink)

A/N: Look at that! I wrote another Sy fic! @omgkatinka sent me this: After that fic today I kept thinking about first dates with Sy. And how either epic or awful it would be if your first date was getting stuff from ikea and assembling the stuff together. I feel like that would either forge an unbreakable alliance or doom the connecton right away. But I really like the idea. and I LOVED IT so I included that in here as well :)) It's not their first date but I hope you still like it <3

Word Count: 4k+ (holy shit)

Like a little girl seeing a big teddy bear at the fair, you were sold when you first met Sy. There was something immediately comforting about him. He was quiet and a little grumpy, but he always treated you with respect. A real Southern gentleman, as they say.

It took a long time before he asked you out. You kept running into him at get-togethers, always being drawn to him from the second you walked in.

In the beginning, you worried you were coming on too strong, always sticking to his side, asking him questions, flirting with him...

One night your entire friend group got together again for a cookout and drinks around the fire. Everyone was perfectly tipsy and content, and when the conversation started taking a more juvenile turn, you heard something that made your cheeks feel warm.

"Oh come on, everyone knows Sy's got it bad for you!", Cory boomed, swinging around his beer.

"Shut up, Cory", you hushed him, dismissing it quickly. You tried to ignore the way your stomach fluttered at the idea of Sy being into you, but when you saw him blushing, (yes, blushing) on the other side of the fire you felt your heart swell.

After that night, you started getting more confident. You loved teasing him, always poking the bear. You tried to get a rise out of him every chance you got, knowing he had a soft spot for you.

Admittedly, you were having a fun time pushing his buttons, but after almost two weeks of flirty comments and hanging under his arm whenever you could, he still hadn't asked you out.

So after another night of teasing, flirting, a couple of debatably too-strong martinis, and what Cory called "canoodling" you finally hit your breaking point.

"Are you planning on asking me out? Like ever?", you blurted out.

Okay, those martinis were definitely too strong.

"Ya want me to?"

Is he joking?

He chuckled and you realised you said that last bit out loud.

That Friday he showed up on your doorstep at exactly 6pm, on the dot, and handed you a gorgeous bouquet of flowers.

You could tell he really made an effort. He was wearing a button-up shirt and what looked like a fresh, new pair of jeans.

"Oh Sy, these are beautiful!", you squealed, before pressing a chaste kiss to his fuzzy cheek, 'Let me go put them in water, and then we'll be on our way!'

He didn't say much, he just grumbled as you skipped about your apartment in your pretty little dress, like you didn't know exactly what you were doing to him.

He took you to the most expensive restaurant in town, where he briefly told you about his job and his family before casually shifting the conversation back to you.

You let your foot wander up his leg while you innocently told him about yourself, loving the way he startled when the waiter showed up.

Afterward, he walked you home and gave you a kiss on your cheek, just as innocent as the one you had given him before. You were a little disappointed when he didn't come in, but you decided to deem his chivalry as charming.

A week and a half later, he took you to the drive-in for your second date. They showed some old James Bond movie, the perfect combination of action and steamy romance as you cuddled closer to him in his truck.

During a particularly spicy scene, you let your hand wander up his thigh, but before you got to his crotch, he stopped you.

You looked up at him with a frown, but to your surprise, his eyes were still glued to the screen.

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, thinking maybe you read the situation wrong. Maybe he just wanted to be friends? Maybe that's why he didn't kiss you last time? Why he didn't wanna come upstairs with you...

The nasty thoughts kept pouring in and you felt yourself spiral down. You shuffled away from Sy's embrace, gently moving to sit as far away from him as possible, half debating just getting out of the car completely.

'What's wrong?' Sy asked as he looked at you, sitting against the door of his truck.

"If you don't want me you can just say that Sy," you said bitterly, staring out the window.

When you heard him chuckle, you angrily snapped your head back to see if you were actually hearing it correctly.

"Oh, you think that's funny?" you spat.

You tried to open the door. You wanted to leave. To get as far away from him as possible, but the door was locked, and before you could protest, he wrapped his big arm around your waist and swiftly pulled you back against him.

You had no time to wriggle yourself out of his grip, because he moved his bearded face down to your ear and whispered, "You can't always get what you want, sugar."

You didn't know what to say. His actions had already confused you and now his words confused you even more.

He grinned at your puzzled look, grabbing your chin in his large paw.

"What do you want?" he asked calmly, looking straight into your eyes.

"You."

"You have me," he stated, making butterflies erupt in your stomach

"Doesn't fucking feel like it." you dared, keeping your voice low and your eyes away from his.

"Bratty little thing, aint ya?," he grinned, secretly a little proud at your ballsiness, tho he'd never admit it.

His grasp on your jaw tightened, making your eyes snap back at his.

"If you want something, you gotta ask nicely, sugar." he drawled, leaning in a bit closer, "Now, what do you want from me."

Your whole body felt like it was on fire. Your eyes darted from his gorgeous eyes down to his plush lips and back before you spoke, "A kiss, please."

A cheesy grin spread over his face and he loosened his grip on your jaw, moving his hand to cup the side of your face, gentle but firm.

He leaned in, his breath mingling with yours as he spoke, "Such a polite girl," before finally attaching his lips to yours.

That night you realized Sy wasn't as soft as you thought he was, in fact, he had quite the mean streak...

Another week of sweet texts and teasing phone calls later, you knew you were in deep.

Your third date wasn't even supposed to be a date. He took you for a walk in the park. You started holding his hand about halfway through the walk, with little intention of ever letting go.

It was meant to be a short stroll, just to get some air, but soon the sun started setting and your stomach started rumbling.

'Ya hungry? I know a good place nearby', he stated, pulling you closer against his side.

'Sy...I'm really not dressed for anything fancy...', you replied, knowing Sy's definition of 'a good place' when it came to you.

'Don't you worry sugar, you're dressed just fine', he grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

20 minutes later you were standing at a food truck, being introduced as 'his girl' to one of his old army buddies wearing a 'kiss the cook' apron.

While you munched on your greasy food, Sy told you the truck had been there since last summer, after their last tour. He was there every week.

It wasn't hard to notice the way Sy shifted when he talked about his work. You didn't push or pry, you just listened, letting your thumb trace over his hand as he opened up to you. Funny, how this thing with a man you had only kissed once already felt like the most intimate relationship you'd ever been involved in.

Two weeks after your first kiss, you got Sy to join you for a trip to Ikea. You needed a new bookshelf and your car was too small to fit it, so you convinced Sy to bring his truck. Getting to stroll around with him through the hallways with your hands linked was simply a bonus.

When you first walked in, you could tell Sy was a little uncomfortable. This wasn't exactly his area, fluffy rugs, decorative pillows,...he felt so out of place. But seeing you with a big smile on your face, dragging him around to show him which wineglasses you liked, made it worth it.

You made him feel at ease, but nervous at the same time. The whole thing felt so domestic, so innocent. So, why was the only thought on his mind pushing you onto one of those beds and fucking you six ways from Sunday?

Aside from that kiss in the car and a couple steamy messages, not much had happened between the two of you. It's not like you didn't want to, you just wanted to take it slow and Sy was trying to be a tease gentleman.

By the time you got to the storage place, he was a lot more relaxed. Maybe it was the fact that there were no more soft blankets or colorful couches. This part of the building was definitely more his vibe. Though, being able to show off his strength when it was time to carry the boxes may also have something to do with it...

You were almost at checkout, Sy was pushing the cart, half his view was blocked and he was trying not to crash into anything when he heard you squeal loudly.

"OH MY GOD!"

"What? What happened?" He peaked past the mountain of cardboard. He was worried something might have happened, but when he saw what you were holding, he grinned in confusion.

"He looks just like you!" you exclaimed happily, holding a big, stuffed bear with dark brown fur. "I'm taking him home with me."

Sy tried to keep a stern look but failed miserably, chuckling while he pulled you into him.

"What, am I not enough for you anymore? Should I be worried?", he joked.

"Don't you worry, baby. You will always be my big bear. The little one is just for when you're not around", you explained.

"Well if I'm your bear, you're my honey", he mumbled, pressing a kiss against the top of your head. God, he always smelled so fucking good... "Oh! I can spray some of your cologne on him!"

You kept babbling happily as you dragged Sy to the checkout. He didn't even know how long he had been smiling, but somehow he just couldn't stop. Fuck, what are you doing to him?

45 minutes later it was your turn to try and suppress your laugh. You were sitting on your couch, sipping a glass of white wine, and watching your man try and prove just how manly he is.

"Sy, honey, I really think if you just looked at the instructions..."

"I don't need no damn instructions, it's a fucking bookshelf", he grumbled.

"Alright, suit yourself...", you sighed, turning the page of your magazine.

Barely a second later you got startled by a loud bang and a string of curses. You looked up to see the damage and were met with a fuming Sy clutching his thumb.

"Not a word", he said.

"M'not saying anything!", you chuckled.

Another ten minutes passed in silence, aside from the occasional grumble coming from the bulky man you were rapidly falling in love with.

You finally dropped down the magazine next to you and put down your wine.

"Would you just let me help?", you asked, standing in front of him.

"I don't need-"

"Yes, you fucking do! Stop being so damn stubborn, Sy! It's not a sin to look at the manual! It's what it's fucking there for!", you finally snapped.

Sy looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face. He straightened himself, towering over you.

"You don't scare me, big guy", you dared, crossing your arms.

He raised his brow, tilting back his head a tiny bit as he peered down at you.

"Alright", his voice was calm and collected. A beat of silence passed and the tension could be cut with a knife.

You were starting to get a little confused, not entirely sure what the vibe was anymore but then, without an ounce of effort, Sy picked you up and swung you over his beefy shoulder.

"Sy! What the hell are you doing? Logan??"

A squeal left your throat when you were dropped down on your mattress. You barely had any time to process what was happening before Sy was on top of you, pinning your arms above your head as his body covered yours.

"You and that damn mouth of yours", he groaned, "always running ain't it? See what happens when you poke a bear?"

"He finally wants to taste his honey?" you spoke softly.

"Oh, honey, you have no idea", he said before he captured your lips with his.

You tried to wriggle your hands free to touch him, but he wouldn't budge, chuckling into your mouth as he felt you struggle.

"What have I told you about asking for what you want, hmm?"

"Sy, please...", you started begging.

'Please what? Use your words"

"C'mon....just lemme touch you, Sy, s'not funny anymore...", you whined, desperately trying to get closer to him, but you were no match for his strength.

Admittedly, feeling how much bigger and stronger than you he was made you drip right through your panties, but that didn't mean you weren't still desperate to get your hands on him.

Sy finally took pity on you and released your wrists. Your hands immediately clawed at his back, trying to pull him impossibly closer as you pulled him in for another breathtaking kiss. One of his big hands semi-gently held your cheek while the other pawed at your body, wherever he could.

It didn't take long before clothes went flying, both yours and his. The sound of his belt unbuckling ran in your ears as your blood pumped faster.

"Fuck, I want you so bad...", you mumbled under your breath, your eyes raking over his furry chest before landing on the tent in his boxers.

"I want you too, baby, so so bad". Blood rushed to your face at the realization that he had heard you. He still had a grin on his face, but this time it was different. Less mean, more dopey.

"Wanna taste you...", he mumbled as he pressed kisses between your breasts and down your stomach.

"Fuck, Sy..."

The first lick between your sticky folds already had him moaning into your pussy. "Sweetest honey I've ever fucking tasted...", he groaned before burying his face back in between your legs.

He ate you out with vigor, swiping his tongue around your clit just enough to drive you crazy before dipping it down to lick long stripes up and down your slit. With all the pent-up tension (and Sy's insane cunnilingus skills), it didn't take long at all before you felt that familiar heat pool down in your belly.

You arched your back off the bed, one hand digging into Sy's scalp as the other frantically grabbed at your pillow.

"Oh fuck, fuck...", you moaned as you felt yourself starting to creep closer to the edge. Sy focussed his full attention solely on your clit now, sucking and nibbling on it while he pressed two of his thick fingers inside you. He curled them up, finding your spot almost immediately and you screamed.

"AH shit! Please please please, don't stop...m'gonna cum!”, you babbled with an unsteady voice.

Usually you don't like to tell your partner when you're about to cum, because for some reason they always seemed to take that as a sign to start doing completely different shit, but you trusted Sy. He clearly knew what he was doing, and to your delight, he kept doing it exactly like that until your thighs were trembling on his shoulders.

You felt the waves of your orgasm roll through your body, your hips mimicking the movement as you bucked against his face. He didn't seem to mind one bit.

He kept his fingers inside you, perfectly stimulating the spongy spot they were nestled against while his lips nursed on your swollen clit, prolonging your orgasm.

Your entire body felt like it was on fire as you waited for Sy to stop, so you could finally breathe again. But to your surprise, the big beast between your legs didn't even show signs of slowing down.

"S-Sy...fuck fuck stop...stop stop stop...", you tried to squirm away from the sensitive feeling, but he kept you firmly in his grip.

"fuck..shit..sensitive...too sensitive..Sy, FUCK!" you moaned when the pain suddenly turned into overwhelming pleasure. The only thing you could do was scream for him. With every knock of his fingers against your spot you felt a pressure build, and when his strong arm pressed down harder on your belly, you swore your vision went white.

You wailed as you came again in a manner that could only be described as violent. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you felt yourself gush all over Sy's mouth and fingers. Your brain was too fuzzy to be embarrassed about it. He helped you ride out the last waves of your orgasm before he finally let up.

"Fucking hell...", he spoke up first. Your eyes blinked open and you sat up a bit to look at him. You were still finding the right words, trying to piece your brain back together, and then you saw it. The drops in Sy's beard, the wet spot on the mattress...oh my god...no no no no no.

It was as if Sy could read your mind, either that or the horrified look on your face was more obvious than you thought it was.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my entire life", he stated.

"Really?"

"Absolutely", he promised.

You looked at the twinkle in his eyes and you knew he wasn't lying. God damn, where has this man been all your life. Before you could stop yourself, you pulled him forward by the neck and smashed your lips against his, not caring one bit about the wetness of his beard.

He groaned when you pushed him back on the bed. "My turn", you grinned as you straddled him. You gave him one last peck before peppering kisses on his neck and across his chest.

"Fuck, honey...", he mumbled, gently moving your hair out of your face and keeping a gentle hold of it.

You finally shimmied down his boxers. His cock sprung free. Hard, throbbing, and all yours. You grabbed him by the base and pressed a few teasing kisses along the length of him before licking up a stripe and finally taking the head in your mouth.

A low rumble could be heard deep in his chest as you took him deeper, determined to fit him entirely. To your disappointment, you started gagging when he was barely halfway. You wanted to try again, but Sy gently tugged on your hair. "Not necessary, sweetheart"

"But I wanna make you feel good", you pouted.

"You are, feels so good princess, doesn't have to be all the way to feel good", he reassured you.

You took him in your mouth again and gently bobbed your head up and down, glancing up at him to see his eyes droop. You would have kept going for hours if it meant getting to see him like this. Sadly, he pulled you off his dick way too soon for your liking.

"Wha-but you haven't cum yet!", you whined.

"That's 'cause I'm gonna cum in this pretty pussy.", he stated before flipping you over, leaving him on top of you once again.

"Been wanting to fuck you for so long, you know that? Always skipping around in those damn skirts, teasing me...", he kissed you before you could reply. His rough hands traced about your body, squeezing and kneading at your flesh wherever he could.

You let your knees fall open next to his thighs, opening up for him. When the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, your breath hitched in anticipation.

"You okay, baby?" he asked when he noticed your sudden nervousness.

"Yeah..."

"That doesn't sound very convincing", Sy spoke, sitting up a little. "We don't have to go any further, you know that right? I'm perfectly content just arguing with you over a bookshelf", he grinned and you felt yourself relax.

You gave him a sweet smile and tugged him down for a kiss. The kiss was slow and meaningful, different than before. When he pulled back, Sy's eyes found yours, "What's going on, hmm?" he asked, his tone calm and caring.

"Just been a while...", you stated shyly.

"Been a while for me too, honey, a long while", he admitted.

"How long?", you asked curiously, making him chuckle. "Seven months.", he replied, "and I can wait another seven if you want me to." It was your turn to chuckle, "Luckily, I don't want you to", you kissed him again.

"Since Cory's pool party...", you mumbled against his lips.

"Hmm?"

"Cory's pool party, when I first met you. Don't know how long ago that was exactly, but that's how long it's been for me".

Sy stared at you with wide eyes. You couldn't read his expression, but after a few beats, his eyes softened. He leaned in closely, his cock still stiff between your legs.

"Seven months", he whispered, "that's how long that's been."

His words and what they meant hung in the air for a couple seconds and you couldn't figure out what to say, so you settled for, "Fuck me, Sy. Please?"

He grinned and reached in between your trembling bodies to grab his cock, pushing it between your folds. "I'll go slow, sweetheart. Trust me. If I don't, this s'gonna be over real soon".

He slid inside with ease, the stretch was there but bearable. His head dropped to your shoulder when he was fully in, hot breath and scruffy beard tickling your neck. Your legs wrapped around his hips, trying to urge him deeper somehow.

After what seemed like a century (not that you were complaining), he dragged his hips back, sliding almost completely out of you before pushing back in. He repeated his movement a couple times. Your whines turned into moans, getting louder as his thrusts got rougher.

"Fucking hell...best pussy I've ever had", he groaned, pumping into you at a faster pace. He hiked up one of your legs higher over his hip, making him hit inside you deeper while grinding on your still-sensitive clit.

You moaned loudly. Your nails scratched over his biceps and he groaned in your ear. Neither of you was gonna last long and you both knew it.

"Mine", he growled and you almost came on the spot.

"Yours, Sy! Only yours!", you kept babbling while he absolutely destroyed your body, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum for me, baby, fuck..."

Your final orgasm of the night consumed you. "Cumming! I'm cumming...fuck please cum inside me Sy, OH!", you moaned so loud you were sure the neighbors heard you, but you didn't care. Sy grabbed your hips roughly as he chased his own release, following suit before yours was even over.

He looked godly. His hairy chest was all sweaty, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut...you swore you got another tiny orgasm just looking at him and feeling his cock throb inside you.

"Shit...", he groaned breathlessly, "I swear I usually last longer...", he started but you stopped him right away. "Sy, you made me cum three times in the last 45 minutes. I don't think I would have survived any longer."

He chuckled as he fell on top of you, squishing you in the process. You hummed happily, stroking his back while his cock was still buried deep inside you. You could barely breathe but you didn't care, if this was how you met your end, it seemed like a good way to go.

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A/N: thank you for reading!!! Wanna read more of my Sy fics? Check out my ongoing series 'A year in apartment 6B" !!!

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[teawithmagician]

every warhammer primarch as a song

because my playlist is long and I'm autistic. let's roll!

Alpharius - Everybody Wants to Rule the World, Tears for Fears

Most of freedom and of pleasure Nothing ever lasts forever Everybody wants to rule the world

Omegon - Sweet Dreams, Eurythmics

Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something

Corvus Corax - Sacrifice, London After Midnight

I'd sacrifice, I'd sacrifice myself to you Right here tonight Because you know that I love you

Angron - Power of My Sword, Manowar

Fierce is my blade, fierce is my hate Born to die in battle, I laugh at my fate Now pay in blood when your blood has been spilled You're never forgiven death is fulfilled

Konrad Curze - Piyala, AIGEL

Чын бәхет пыяласын бәрәсең, ватасың Күздә күз, күздә күз, күздә күз, нурым ояла Кулда кул, кулда кул, кулда — кулда пыяла

Jaghatai Khan - The End of the World, Nine Treasures

The time I chose the word goes by The only way I can see the water that lies If you remember me, like the moon you saw on that day I'm singing so that this voice can reach

Lorgar - Numb, Linkin Park

I'm tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface I don't know what you're expecting of me Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes

Mortarion - Don't Preach to Me, The Scallywags

So don't preach to me I'll teach you how to survive I wanna be alive, I don't wanna be a liar He put the thorns around my head he never listens to a word I say

Peturabo - Feed the Machine, Poor Man's Poison

I said hey, you, poison the well Watch it all burn, take 'em straight to hell He's got the whole, world in his hands It was nice to know ya, we've all been damned

Lion El'Johnson - Blood of a Lion, Best in Black

Blood of the lion Blood of the beast makes you who you are Many will stand against you, but you will prevail and reclaim Your crown and throne

Sanguinius - There Must Be an Angel, Eurythmics

No one on earth could feel like this I'm thrown and overblown with bliss There must be an Angel Playing with my heart

Magnus the Red - Inis Mona, Eluveitie

Welcome to the land of questions Welcome to the isle of lore Where the veil came crumbling down There it all began, the germination Unveiling a cryptic door

Roboute Guilliman - Nothing Breaks Like a Heart, Miley Cyrus, Mark Ronson

This world can hurt you It cuts you deep and leaves a scar Things fall apart, but nothing breaks like a heart

Rogal Dorn - Mein Element, Erdling

Und das ist mein Element Siehst du die Wolken zieh'n Das Licht der Sonne untergeh'n? Und jede gute Zeit ist ein Geschenk in der Unendlichkeit

Vulkan, St. Pauli - Talco

Sull'orlo di una strada una gara di follia Contro il sipario amaro della xenofobia Canti d'agonismo, di emozioni da spartir Di cori lastricati di coscienza e d'avvenir

Fulgrim, Die by the Blade, Beast in Black

Fight until you die by the blade Of the one you hate End of reason End of the game Die by the blade Of the one you love to hate With all your heart

Ferrus Manus - Pesao, Santa Estilo, Cartel De Santa, Millonario

Pesa'o Bien interpreta'o No se había escucha'o Algo tan malandro y con un ritmo

Leman Russ - Twilight of the Thunder God, Amon Amarth

Thor! Odin's son, protector of mankind Ride to meet your fate, your destiny awaits Thor! Hlödyn's son, protector of mankind Ride to meet your fate, Ragnarök awaits

Horus - Carolus Rex, Sabaton

All embrace me It’s my time to rule at last Fifteen years have I been waiting To sit upon my throne

[mosneakers]

Brick makes excellent progress at work, but starts to feel the struggle of trying to find his soulmate beginning to weigh on him. He turns to his siblings to help him through it—starting a Darling chatty family call.

Coraleye: I'm probably like... the last one you'd want to get advice from right now, bud. In case you forgot- I'm not doing so dandy, Briggie.

Sunglo: [Mechanical whirring in background] Yep. Count me out, as well. Unless you want me to build you a bot wife, I could probably manage that— after I finish rebuilding Cecilia anyway.

Charm: ...I mean, I am essentially the golden standard of love and romance, ya know... but none of you ever listen to what I have to say. Not that it matters anyway— my charisma can't be taught!

Coraleye: Couldn't you try like... any other Darling?

Brick: Nah. They always give the same shit: "listen to your heart" "follow your gut" "Just fucking find a brain and use it, dumb fuck."

Charm: Was that last one Aunt Salem?

Brick: Yeah dude. [Sigh] I dunno man, I don't think followin' my body parts is working. Maybe I should be taking a page from your story, Corie. How's your homewrecker arc going?

Coraleye: [Self-conscious chuckle] You'll have to tune into season 11 to find out!

Charm: Ha, yeah. Where we find out why the island had to deploy search parties for those good vibes you wrecked during your trip. Coraleye: Stop it! Look, I'm really sorry! I was emotionally compromised, and it was New Years Eve, and I was just...

Brick: Horny. We know, dude. It be like that sometimes.

Sunglo: Please don't enable this... Coraleye: NO. Chronically lonely! And maybe a little...

Charm: [Imitating Sunglo's voice] I can't partake in this debauchery, you heathens. You'll upset my tummy!

Coraleye: Well maybe cover your ears then!

Sunglo: [Groans] Can I just go?

All: NO!

Coraleye: Speaking of Story, has anybody heard from Sawyer yet? Any plans to come back from Selvadorada any time soon? I really miss those babies!

Charm: Shhhhhhh… don't bring up the baby mama. it's a touchy subject right now. I'll text you.

Coraleye: Oh—sorry! ok.

Brick: Ugh! DAMN IT! Can't you just do some sparkly magical matchmaking shit to help me out?

Charm: Yeah Cor, you know—the classic sparkly magical matchmaking shit spell, the one that all spellcasters learn on their first day.

Coraleye: …I mean I have a lot going on, Brick.

Brick: Oh right, you're gettin' interviewed for that documentary thing this weekend, ain't you?

Coraleye: Mhm. But I guess I can figure something out if I can get a good charge going.

Brick: Nah, forget it. You got enough on your plate, kid. I'ma have to get creative and sniff someone out on my own. Even if it riles up a little fury.

Charm: [Sighs] Welp. Sounds like Brick is about to make a bad decision. Gotta go, Frieda's gonna need to be briefed on this.

[cottagecori]

the best part about getting drunk is telling the people i love that I love them <3 drunk cori loves people in a fierce and uncontainable way

[scionshtola]

tomorrows bridgerton post might be a two parter. maybe.

[wallcreeper-and-oro]

Boncourt Repair Station Intercepted Coms

initializing vessel 211 systems check (OPHELIA) systems damaged systems diagnositic? (y/n) OPHELIA active

hello dear

h-he-hello fix

i have good news

p-pilot?

yes dear. i found her

PILOT PILOT PILOT ... p-p-pilot out of service?

yes dear, but she’s here now

fix f-fix pilot?

… yes dear, i fixed her, she’s here.

PILOT HAAAPPY BI- HAAAPPY HAAAPPY

i know dear i know, and you get to go with her, but you have to promise me something alright?

f-fix OPHELIA HAAAPPY, OPHELIA fix h-help

good good, now your pilot doesn’t know it’s you okay, and you gotta keep it a secret for a bit?

SURPRISE!!

yes, exactly.. exactly dear it’s a surprise okay? can you do that for me?

i can i- i can i can fix i can!

good, i'll have to take you out of here and get you in your pilot’s chassis okay.. but remember its gotta be a surprise okay dear?

SUPRISE!! OPHELIA i-i help pilot SURPISE!!

exactly dear. now let’s go get you your reunion

[therizzard-of-oz]

Hello everyone

First post for this account hooray

My name is Cory and I'm working on a rewrite/ adaptation for modern audiences (me). Mainly cause I love the world of oz and also because Glinda says she's not going to molest a girl and people keep ejaculating everywhere in the 2nd book.

I also want to make the queer themes and characters more prevalent in a way that'll upset conservative grifters, and adding a bit of cultural diversity into it as well, cause Baum was, ya know.

But besides that its a rather straight forward adaptation that changes up some of the character relationships, and adds some, such as the Wicked Witch of the West (unamed send help) and Mombi being sisters, with Wicky being older,and Wicky and Glinda being exe's who never really broke up (no idk what a wicked is). Also adding a bit more depth to the characters, like ozma having some bitterness towards the wizard, and the wizard being kinda really shitty.

Also mombi and the wizard are like, a thing its funny cause wicky hates it.

Also all the non-ozians are from different times periods

Dorothy is from the 1900's

The wizard is from the 1970s

Button Bright is from the 1940s

Betsy is from the 1990s

Trot is from the 1930s

I'm only on the scarecrow of oz rn so I'm still figuring stuff out.

Any ways uuuhhhh

That love magnet really makes me mad its too op and Betsy Bobbins is a goth girl

[hiddeninthemagnolias]

Chapter 1

Crossed lines

Moving to a new city for a fresh start was foreign to honey the only person she knew in midwest Chicago was her dear friend Kathy plus she needed to lend her 500 dollars for something she did for her way back.  Honey was going to meet up with Kathy that night, she talked to her earlier that day, she said where they were meeting would be at a bar and that the guys where having a meeting, Honey didn't mind meeting at the bar but she didn't  know that the bar would be packed to the brim, there was the heavy smell of smoke and beer.  the first guy she saw was corky, Cory a shirtless guy in a vest wrapped his arm around honey "Hey beautiful! You need a man?" honey drops her head and Corky moves on with a yell at the bartender. As she scans the bar for her girlfriend, Honey  passes an assortment of crazed bike riders. Honey  wedges her way to the back where Kathy waves her to a table with another bike rider, Honey slides Kathy the money and looked around

"here." Kathy kissed her cheek and pulled a chair next to her "you're the best" Honey looked around "I gotta go Kath-" Kathy cut her off before she could finish saying her name "why?, you just got here. that's cockroach"  Honey looked physically disturbed  "what?" she looked at the man who Kathy called "cockroach"  "they call me cockroach" the man with the big bushy side burns said "why they call you a stupid name like that." Cockroach scoffed like it was an obvious question that honey just asked  'Cause I like to eat bugs you know?Like a gag. But I do, I mean, like to eat 'em. Bugs you know?" Honey looked at him bewildered  "that's disgusting I gotta go." Kathy rolled her eyes "oh they're not that bad, just sit a minute ill get you a soda" Honeys attention trickle to the other bikers passing by one name wahoo and corky who she say earlier start pestering her , wahoo smug as ever stepped up to honey, "hey there cutie, you wanna come live with me?" Honey nodded no "I uhm no thank you."  then corky spoke up "what about me you wanna come live with me?"  honey was scared it was like she was in kindergarten again when all the kids crowded her just to ask to be friends. she looked to him and she says no " I have a date."  corky scoffed not believing her "a date? " Yeah, 12 o'clock. I-I have to get home."

"You hear that, Cockroach?" corky said "Cinderella’s got a date."  Cockroach being smug as ever scoffs once again "Cinderelli’s got a date at twelve o’clock. She’s about to turn into a fuckin’ pumpkin." Cockroach gets up and the guys laugh as they trail off. Boy did Honey feel out of place she felt so small she aint never been around rowdy guys before, Kathy comes back with a glass cola and she hands it to honey, honey who still looks shooken up just says what she's been saying from the start "thank you but I seriously gotta go now." honey stands up and when she does she sees Johnny lookin at her she turned her head around a few times to clarify that he was looking at her and sure as hell he was, he nodded to her with a comforting smile she nodded back unsure of what to do then brucie, whispered into johnny's ear. Honey looks around and a group of guys were staring at her. She sits back down next to Kathy, "ya see that they're planning something all of em, you think they planning against me?" Kathy gives her a deadpanned look "honey you need to calm down nothin''s gonna happen you have ya cola sit down and drink it yeah?". Honey didn't feel comfortable she gathered her things and her cola "im leaving Kath." she stands up and from across the room she sees him. Benny. 

She sits back down next to Kathy. "boy who's that good lookin guy over there?" Kathy croons her neck to look over where honey's lookin at she quickly nods her head no "oh honey you don't wanna  go out with him." honey looks at the man who locks eyes with her she quickly averted her gaze "well why not he doesn't look like the rest of these animals." Kathy takes a sip from her cola "he hurts himself on his bike, every time he rides his bike there's an accident" honey sipped her cola "oh." Kathy notices some of the guys messing with something in the corner "these idiots, stay here honey? please don't leave" Honey sipped her cola and nodded.. She sat there feeling out of place once again, I mean in her defense she was from the south she never saw anything like this in new orleans it was just jazz music playing or the horn of a steamboat blowing. Honey sips her cola and she feels someone brush behind her, it was benny he sat in Kathy's chair "im benny" he bluntly says, Honey took notice to that "hello" she says, benny just stares at her mesmerized then he smiles at her it made her smile. "what are we doin her just shooting a breeze?" Bennys ears perk up to her accent she wasn't from Chicago. "yeah I guess" he says honey scoffs and sips her cola "well I gotta go" he looks at her still smiling "okay." he doesn't move. Neither does Honey, then he gets up putting his hands up in mock serenader "you gotta go" he stands and walks into the crowd. 

She looks as he walks away then Johnny sits in front of her. "cmon what is this a roundabout?" her accent slipping in more, he smiles and lights a cigarette. "what's yer name?" Honey takes one last sip from her cola "its honey" Johnny chuckles a bit "like the condiment?" honey noted his reaction to that and her southern accent came out even more "yeah it is and do you have a problem with that." Johnny started laughing at her boldness he took a drag from his cigarette "you're from the south hm? a southern belle" he takes another drag "well honey don't worry", honey perked up at this "don't worry about what?" she looks at him high on alert , he flicks as he off the end of his smoke "nuthin" she cracks a fake laugh "har har , thank you for that but im leaving now." she got up pushing through the crowd slapping some people's hands from touching her bottom side. she finally out of the door the streets where very quiet she stood on the corner, then benny walked out smoking a cig, her eyes followed him he didn't look at her he just got on the bike, other bikers barged out of the door edging honey to get on the bike she felt ambushed, so she got on. she saw Kathy on the back of wahoos bike she mouthed an "im sorry" honey just gave her a nod. 

Honey grips the side of his jacket as he speeds she could faintly hear cockroach yelling "See ya on the expressway!" benny shoots off  speeding through stop lights maybe he was going so fast so she wouldn't jump off. when they made it to the expressway she heard other bikes behind them, it was the whole club. It was her first time experiencing something like this. Honey didn't get home until four in the morning ,that night. "okay adios thank you for.. what ever that was" she walk her new small pale yellow house she moved into about a month ago, she heard the bike pull off then come back around she looked around one more time seeing him sitting there then she walked into the comforts of her home. Its Been one hell of a day for her.

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