#I hate pulling this card but I've been really down in the last while it's been pretty debilitating to my work ethic

[viviennevermillion]

Teasing them

notes: guess who's back to writing about twisted wonderland? i always run back to this fandom eventually snfhsjfjd also y'all can bet I'm replacing leona's header with the new card as soon as we have it because god I've been thinking about this man since I saw it and he's taken over all of my braincells. sorry leona's is shorter, i wrote riddle first and then ran out of brain juice

contains: character x gn!reader, established relationship, reader is a menace

characters included: riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar

warnings: none

dark content creators and consumers dni

Riddle hates being teased. Or rather, he hates the fact that he's absolutely kinda into it if you have a mischievous side. In his heart he still feels the pressure to follow every rule to utmost perfection but you're like a siren with horrible ideas slowly luring him into chaos.

You'll walk up to him sitting at the table in the Heartslabyul kitchen, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind and resting your head on his. "What are you doing there, Riddle~", you start and he lets out a sigh, already anticipating nothing productive from you right now. "I'm writing down every odd number up to 487 because it's a Tuesday and the rules of the Queen of Hearts say that at 6pm the dorm leader- y/n what are you doing?", he pouts and blushes when you sit down on his lap, hugging him close.

"Affection", you explain and press a kiss to his cheek. "I can see that, but I have to write down the numbers", he sighs again but gives in when you press your lips to his, kissing him gently but passionately. He eventually pushes you away gently. "I really need to finish this, y/n", he says and you get up, walking towards the doorframe.

"Aw, what a shame", you sigh dramatically, "and here I thought we could cuddle and I could spoil you a bit with some kisses....oh well, another time then."

With that you exit the kitchen and lay down on the bed in Riddle's room, picking up a book in the meantime. You glance at the clock. I'll give him 20 minutes at maximum, you think to yourself and chuckle.

And within those 20 minutes he's back in the room, making his way towards you. "Not. a. word", he just gives you an empty warning and lays down next to you, snuggling up to you and resting his head on your shoulder. You don't look up from your book but wrap an arm around him and start playing with his hair. He rolls his eyes at the shit-eating grin on your face.

"Did you finish writing your numbers, love? ~ ☆"

"Yes", he mumbles quietly and buries his face in your neck. You let out a laugh. "You've always been a horrible liar."

You put your book aside and lift his chin up to press a kiss to his lips. And then another. And Riddle melts into your embrace in frustration, indulging your whims and kissing you back lovingly. "You're gonna be the death of me", he whispers quietly, still blushing. His lips brush against yours while he speaks because of how close he is. "I love you too", you wink at him and kiss him again.

When you go to the kitchen later to pick up some food, Cater sits there with Riddles sheet of paper and the numbers. "Hey! I don't know about you, but the last time I checked 487 was not the number that came after 93!", he comments with his usual laid-back demeanor. Riddle pulls the paper out of Cater's hands and blushes furiously. He turns around only to be met with a smirk from you as you raise an eyebrow. "You only made it to 93?" "Shut up."

On Thursdays according to the rules of the Queen of Hearts, the Heartslabyul students aren't allowed to eat dark foods. What a perfect day for you to make a chocolate cake for Riddle. Trey and Cater absolutely have a blast with the fact that you can play your boyfriend like a fiddle and Trey gladly helps you with the cake. He's pretty happy that you've been the reason Riddle has becoming more and more lax with the rules.

"Y/n, have you forgotten again? We don't eat dark foods on Thursdays", Riddle looks at you with a disappointed expression. "Aw but I made this specifically for you and it turned out great honestly", you look to the floor with an obviously false sad expression, "guess I'll have to eat all of it alone."

And then you sit down directly across him and eat that chocolate cake. "Okay fine, give me a slice", Riddle sighs and you can tell he really loves that cake once he started eating it, which brings out a smile from you.

"You're the personified antithesis to everything Heartslabyul stands for", Riddle crosses his arms on the table and buries his head in them. "Personally I think I'm an enrichment for this dorm." "You've brought dishonor to our hedgehogs."

Leona is a tease himself but he absolutely wasn't expecting for you to turn the tables on him on a regular basis.

"Y/n, stop that", he growled at you. "I don't know what you mean~", you smiled at him brightly and poked his ear again with the blade of grass, causing it to flick uncontrollably. You thought it looked adorable.

Leona had decided to take another nap in the Botanical Garden and you felt like keeping him some company. Somehow, "company" had escalated into annoying your boyfriend for your own personal amusement. He had already slept for 11 hours before this, he could stay awake now.

Leona turned around and grabbed your wrist, pulling the grass out of your hand and throwing it as far as he could from that position.

Then he rested his head on your lap, ready to resume his attempts at sleeping. "Oh, would you rather I do this instead?", you smirk and start gently rubbing his ear. You knew how much he loved this. But Leona didn't want to admit that. "I'd rather you just let me sleep, herbivore", he just growled and closed his eyes again.

"Okay", you responded and shrugged, stopping your motions and instead deciding to look through Magicam for a bit. As you had expected, Leona was starting to grow quite agitated. He had his eyes open again, staring at nothing in particular and his tail was flicking back and forth.

"Is something the matter, Leona?", you ask sweetly but he sees right through you. Now one of his ears flicks even without you making it do that. A desperate but subtle sign that Leona wanted you to continue your affections. He simply let out a "tsk" sound in response and glared at a nearby tree in frustration. Why can't this man ever say what he wants?, you sighed and crossed your arms in front of your chest. "You know, you can't expect me to indulge you if you never tell me what you want", you said with a genuine tone. Leona sighed. He knew you were right. "Can you resume with the ear thing?", he mumbled and grabbed your hand to hold in his. After a bit of hesitation he added an even quieter "please", which made your hand wander back to his ear and gently caress the soft fur.

You could feel Leona relaxing and his breathing became very calm. He closed his eyes again and his tail curled around your leg as he left featherlight kisses on the wrist of your other hand. You looked down at him with a smile.

It was still pretty early in your relationship and you knew Leona had trouble opening up to you about his feelings and wanting your affection. He felt a little like that would make him look even more pathetic if you one day just chose to leave him for someone better. He became so used to only being second-best, that his sense of pride; originally used to protect him; has gotten in the way of him making the most of your time together. But as time went on, he'd become more comfortable addressing his wishes and feelings with you and for now you were ready to give him the patience he needed.

[roosterforme]

Boys Night In | Rooster x Reader

Summary: The boys make Bradley self conscious about you, and you give them a formal dressing down.

Warnings: Fluff and angst and more fluff, swears and adult banter

Length: 2100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You?

Check my masterlist! Banner by @mak-32

Bradley hated asking you to make yourself scarce for the night, right after you'd moved in with him no less. You didn't seem to mind though, rather you seemed really excited to go out dancing with Phoenix. 

You walked out of the bedroom just as Hangman, Coyote and Bob arrived, and Bradley took a moment to ogle you in your skin tight black dress paired with your beat up high tops. "Jesus, you look hot."

You just chuckled at him. "Even with these shoes? I don't want my feet to hurt, so I figured, who cares right?"

Bradley just shook his head as he let the guys inside. "Don't even think about talking to any other boys tonight. Phoenix is allowed to, but not you," he joked. 

You laughed and kissed his cheek, greeting everyone as they arrived. Bradley noticed Bob blush as you hugged him briefly, and as many times as he had told Hangman not to look at you, he was still looking at you. Specifically your ass. Bradley was going to need to have another conversation. 

And then he had to listen to Coyote flirting with you as well. "Oh, you're going out dancing? Rooster lets you go out dressed like that? You know, I think I'll skip the beers and poker game and join you instead," he told you, linking your arm through his elbow.

As Fanboy and Payback arrived, the flirtatious banter just escalated. Bradley didn't really mind. He did realize you were objectively very pretty, and you were a good sport about the teasing. Plus, they were really trying to get a rise out of Rooster, not you. So he decided not to react at all.

"Have fun, Baby Girl," he told you, planting a lingering kiss on your lips before you waved and left for the evening. 

Fanboy hooted with laughter. "Oh man, you're so lucky, Rooster."

Bradley just smirked and led everyone to the brand new dining room table to play cards while Hangman pulled a bunch of beers from the fridge. He knew what the other guys must be thinking, but he was happy they never said it out loud.

Until they did.

After a few games of poker and a case and a half of beer, the guys all stood to stretch and have some snacks. "These cookies are amazing," Payback remarked, eating a stack of three of the chocolate chip cookies you had made for them to enjoy. "Did Y/N make them?"

"Mmhmm," Bradley confirmed while he finished his beer. "She bakes and cooks all the time. I've gained so much weight in the last three months, it's ridiculous," he said, patting his still fairly muscular abdomen. 

Hangman just shook his head. "I still can't believe you got her to move in with you, man. Nice work."

"You still sore she turned you down?" Bradley asked with a grin.

"Nah. She's better off with you. Don't get me wrong, she's hot, but I would have probably just tried to hit it and move on, if I'm being honest," Hangman told him. The look in Bradley's eyes must have spurred him on to add, "Which is why it's great that you and she are together, man! She's awesome! Everyone likes her a lot!"

Bob, who was clearly drunk, decided to chime in next. “I’m just surprised you bought the house and had her move in this quickly, Rooster. Usually you’re quick to get a girl to leave after she's been in your bed once."

All five guys exploded in laughter around Rooster. Fuck, he knew he had a reputation, but he wasn't like that anymore. At all. There was only you now.

"Very funny," he muttered, setting down his fresh beer. He had a tight feeling in his stomach that was making him uncomfortable. If this is how his friends felt about him, that was pretty telling. God, was it embarrassing for you to be with him? He couldn't stand that thought in his head, but he could tell it was already taking up residence there. 

"I can't believe she settled for you, bro. But good on you," Coyote told him.

"I never thought we would see the day when you would retire from sleeping around," said Fanboy, shaking his head. "But she's a real sweetheart, so you made a good choice. She's definitely a dime. It's honestly crazy how you pulled this off." Fanboy clapped him on the back, but Bradley just stood there for a few extra beats as everyone else returned to the poker table. 

------------------------------------

Even with the sneakers on, your feet were aching when you arrived home just after midnight. Phoenix had you dancing to every single song the DJ played, and you'd had so much fun with her. 

As you stepped onto the porch, you could hear the boys inside. It sounded like a mini frat party was happening. You unlocked the door and let yourself in, only to find Coyote was already passed out on the couch. Bob was for some reason sitting on the kitchen floor holding a plate of cookies. Rooster, Hangman, Payback and Fanboy were playing a video game really loudly. Every single one of them looked slightly drunk. 

"Having fun?" you asked the room at large.

A chorus of yeses greeted your ears, and Rooster immediately dropped his game controller to give you a hug and sloppy kiss on your cheek.

"Rooster! We're playing melee, dude!" complained Fanboy, slurring his words a bit. "We're gonna lose if you don't come back!"

"Play three player for a minute," Bradley told them as he followed you through the living room like a puppy. He watched you stop to pat Bob gently on the head, earning you a look of adoration from the WSO.

"You okay, Bob? Need anything?" you asked him sweetly.

"No, Y/N, I'm fine," Bob told you, his eyes a little glassy. "Rooster was right about you, ya know?"

You crouched down next to Bob to hear him better over the noise the others were making. "Oh yeah? Rooster was right about what?"

You turned to look up at your boyfriend. He'd clearly overindulged in drinking tonight, and he had a miserable, sad look on his face. He was alternating between reaching his hands out toward you and then tucking them into his jeans pockets.

"He stopped sleeping with anything with tits when he met you. Good decision," Bob slurred, taking your hand in his and kissing it.

"Oh," was all you managed to say as you withdrew your hand and stood to face Bradley. "That was a strange thing to say," you remarked, trying to lighten the tense look on Bradley's face. 

Bradley swayed a bit on his feet and just grunted in response. When you reached for him, he started walking toward your bedroom.

"What's wrong, Roo?" you asked, following him in.

He looked dejected, running his hand up and down the back of his neck. "Is it embarrassing for you? Being with me?" 

"Bradley? What are you talking about?" you asked, reaching for his hand. He wouldn't look you in the eye, no matter what you did. 

"I'm talking about us," he murmured, staring at the wall above your head. 

You pulled on his hands until he finally met your eyes. "I don't understand what you mean, Bradley."

"I need to know if I embarrass you. Apparently I'm just a retired manwhore, Y/N. That's how they all see me. That's how everybody sees me."

Your eyes went wide, gaping at him as you searched his face. "Roo, nobody sees you that way!" you told him, pulling him down to sit on the foot of the bed next to you. 

"The guys all do. They are genuinely shocked you're with me."

You cracked your knuckles and pulled your shoes off, tossing them into the corner. "They told you that tonight? They literally called you a 'retired manwhore'?"

Bradley just looked at you, misery on his face. "You're too good for me, Sweetheart. You could do a lot better than dating me."

You pushed his hair off of his forehead and caressed his cheek, and Bradley leaned into your touch. "Oh, Roo," you whispered before kissing his lips softly. "Nobody gets to talk to you like that when I'm around." You placed one more gentle kiss on the tip of his nose and pulled him to his feet. 

Once you had dragged him back into the living room, you clapped your hands loudly, waking up Coyote and making Bob jump to attention, cookies flying everywhere. Then you reached behind the TV and unplugged it forcefully from the wall.

"Listen up, assholes!" All six men just stared at you, thoroughly confused and quite drunk. "On your feet!" 

You watched as all six of these large men lined up silently in front of you, expressions of concern and fear on their faces. 

"Now, one or more of you made my boyfriend feel bad about himself, and that's not going to work for me. Understand?" You lectured loudly, pacing back and forth and making eye contact with each of them in turn. When you reached Bradley, you gave him a little peck on the cheek before continuing back down the line.

"You don't get to call Rooster names or make fun of him. Didn't you learn that in elementary school? It's not nice to do that to people. And sadly for you, now I'm in a not nice mood."

Bob audibly gulped. Hangman pressed his lips together in a tight line. Fanboy looked like he was going to wet himself. 

"It doesn’t matter who or what he used to do. He’s with me now, you absolute dickwads! Would any of you like to come forward and tell me to my face that you think I'm a joke? That you think I make poor decisions? That you think I settled for Rooster?"

They all stood silently in their lineup, staring straight ahead. None of them moved except for Bradley, who turned to face you with a look of absolute devotion on his face. You winked at him before you continued.

"No? I didn't think so. Furthermore, for all you know, I could have fucked a million other guys before Bradley. But the only thing you know for sure is that you think I'm pretty, and that I've never fucked any of you. And I never will. Except for you, Roo."

Bradley was smiling now.

"You all have exactly one minute to apologize sincerely to Bradley and then to me, or I will kick you out of my house and you'll never be invited back. And it better sound sincere, or I'm telling Penny that you insinuated that I settled for Rooster. I'll have her ring that bell every time you're at the Hard Deck, and I'll invite all of my friends to drink on your tabs. One minute starts right now." You crossed your arms and watched as they jumped into action.

Each man apologized in turn to Bradley and then to you with looks of real remorse on their faces. Fanboy looked like he might cry as he told you, "I didn't mean what I said to Rooster. And I'm sorry I upset you. I love the two of you together."

Bob was still wiping cookie crumbs off of his shirt as he gave you a gentle hug. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I should have never said what I did. I'm embarrassed, and I'll never do it again."

Payback looked at the floor as he apologized profusely. "You're right. It wasn't funny. Rooster and you are lucky to have each other."

Hangman half smiled at you and nodded. "Angel, you're perfect for him. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset either of you."

Coyote just said, "I'm very sorry, ma'am."

You uncrossed your arms. "Apologies accepted. Now you are welcome to crash here since you're all sloppy drunk. But I'm not going to get up and make you waffles in the morning like I originally planned." The looks of devastation on their faces were very satisfying as you continued. "I know you are all better than this, and I expect you to be better in the future. Now I'm taking this one and going to sleep," you said firmly, taking Bradley's hand in yours and heading to bed. 

"And don't you ever doubt that I want to be with you," you told Bradley. "I love you, Roo."

The next morning, you woke up early and made french press coffee and a stack of heart shaped pancakes just for Bradley's hangover. You tossed some granola bars and bottles of water at the rest of the guys. They moped as they inhaled the delicious smell of pancakes cooking, but they were nonetheless on top-notch behavior for you from that day forward. 

--------------------------------

Thanks for reading!!! This might be my new favorite B and BG moment!

@hotch-meeeeeuppppp

@swthxrry

@yaboid19

@mak-32

@miles-rooster

@solacestyles

@avoirlecoupdefoudre

@daisyhollyxox

@grxnde-dwt

@callsigndiamond

@harper1666

@throwinsauce

@beebslebobs

@awesomebooklover17

@wintercap89

@whosyourgnomie4

@rosesinmars

@blog-name6996

@bcon24

@wishfulwithwine

@backinwonderl4nd

@babybloomer

@monte-carlando

@tetragonia

@gingerbreadandpaper

@emptyloverofmine

@apparently-sunshine

@chaoticassidy

@missmirandafe

@thedroneranger

@changlingkhat

@callsign-echo

@sugarcoated-lame

@callsign-jupiter

@avada-kedavra-bitch-187

@marantha

@averyhotchner

@katiebby04

@andycanbeemotional

@abaker74

@heli991113

@k-k0129

@eunoia-sys

@noz4a2

@tallyovie

@shanimallina87

@teddyluvs2sing

@cherrycola27

@ccbb2222

@bradshawsbitch

[gingerjolover]

maybe lazy day around the holidays cuddling with lucy? like they’re in bed (lucy and soft!gf) watching a christmas movie and soft!gf is trying to get lucy to appreciate the small things that come with the holidays ? if that makes any sense lol

of course babyyyy

we can make our own christmas - lucy dacus x soft!gf

Lucy's breathing is even, her head resting on your abdomen, body rising and releasing with your own. One arm is across your lower belly, the other under your back. You cringe at the thought that her arm might be actively falling asleep, but her eyelids flutter with sleep, staying closed. Your fingers carding through her hair, running down the slope of her nose, and rubbing her ear as you stare ahead at the screen, some random Christmas movie playing for the nth time this season already.

"Another Christmas movie?" Lucy mumbles, rubbing her face in your shirt, her lips catching the hem, gently grazing your skin.

"Oh, don't be such a grinch," you tease softly, smiling softly at her obvious distaste. Truthfully, Lucy was probably Christmas'd out. Over the last few days you'd gone to a Christmas tree farm/village, went to see Christmas lights, had a Christmas-themed brunch at Phoebe's, followed by a Santa Claus movie marathon, went gift shopping, and then decorated the entire apartment and tree.

And she's been a good sport... sort of...kind of... as much as Lucy could be about Christmas. You gave her a break today, though, the two of you lazily moving around the apartment, slowly invading each other's space, allowing one another to just exist in each other's presence.

"Sorry," Lucy mumbles, looking up at you, there's almost a submissive glint in her eyes.

"For what, honey?" you whisper back, thumbing the hair of her eyebrows down as they moved out of place while her face was resting in your stomach.

"Bein' a grinch," Lucy says, rubbing her face back into your abdomen, the feeling of her lips moving through the fabric of her your t-shirt tickles.

"I was just joking Lu," you say softly, hand rubbing the back of her head.

"No, but- you love Christmas, and I... I hate it, the only reason I did any of that stuff today was for you.. and for Phoebe, but mainly for you..." Lucy admits, her tone annoyed and defeated, but it's clearly an internal battle.

"Babe... I love you," you say, pulling her hair softly to lift her head to make eye contact. "And I appreciate you doing all this stuff for me... I know you have a lot attached to the Christmastime, but... I want to start creating our Christmas traditions... ones that make you feel good, and they don't even have to be super Christmassy..." you say softly. "I know I've been going hard with the Christmas stuff, but I want to figure out what you like... you didn't mind the scrapbooking and collage making, right?" you ask.

"No, I didn't mind it... it was fun," she whispers.

"And you liked sitting on the counter while I made Christmas cookies?"

"Yeah... your apron was cute," she says, lips pouting.

"And you got to pick really cool and unique and some ugly ornaments for the tree... that was fun, right?" you ask, fingers threading through her hair again, trying to convince her to like the small bits of Christmas without infantilizing her.

"Yeah... and I don't hate the music... or the gift giving, I guess... I just...it's a lot," she says, a heaviness in her voice, the weight of childhood Christmases, religious trauma, and the conflated depression all swirled in her words.

"It doesn't have to be anything you don't want it to be, Luce... we literally can do whatever we want for Christmas, I'm sorry if I've been pushing it," you say sincerely.

"No, you haven't; you've given me plenty of outs... I would do Christmas every weekend if it made you happy," she says sincerely, crawling up the bed, sticking her face in your neck.

"I love you," you say softly, her lips attaching to your neck gently.

"I love you more," she breathes. And she means it. Lucy is not a Christmas person, but there's something about how you breathe new life into every corner of her mind, showing her little things to love and appreciate, your smile worth every cheesy Christmas movie, familial argument, or pseudo-religious unwarranted messaging.

"I love you so much, I do... but can we please change the movie for the love of.." Lucy starts to say, tone exhausted as her nose rests on yours.

"How about the Grinch?" you tease softly, Lucy pulling away softly, eyes boring into yours, her face in faux offense.

"Do you hate me?" she asks.

"Luce!"

"No Grinch!"

[exhuastedpigeon]

Han's far too long "I got covid for the first time and haven't felt the house in 6 days Buddie fic rec list"

This rec list is a combo of fics I read for the first time in the last week & fics I reread because they're wonderful and I needed comfort through my fever.

Break Glass in Case of Emergency by Beforeastorm 2,894 words || teen

Eddie’s mind wandered to the red folder, tucked high up in the back of his closet. He recalled back to a conversation he had with Buck, almost a year ago at this point: “It’s an insurance policy; a break glass in case of emergency. A trump card.” “One I really hope we’ll never have to use.” “But if we have to, we’ll be really glad we did this.” When hospital policy doesn't allow Chris, as an unrelated minor, to visit a comatose post-lightning strike Buck in the ICU, Eddie has a solution. Unfortunately, that involves sharing some pretty personal information in a waiting room filled with the 118.

Relationship Advice from Complete Strangers Online by HMSLusitania 3,964 words || Teen

When he gets home for the night, Buck turns to the one source of information that’s never let him down: the internet. He gets as far as opening his laptop and pulling up a web browser, and then he stalls. His homepage, for years now, has been Wikipedia. He doesn’t know how exactly he’s supposed to wiki-search “Is my best friend into me.” It’s not like he really does social media, either. Ever since he bailed on dating apps, he’s sort of tried to avoid other people online. He likes people in real spaces so much more. But where does one go for relationship advice from complete strangers online? Which is how, ten minutes later, he finds himself on Reddit with a shiny new account and username. It takes him a while after that to craft his question for r/Relationships, but he thinks he’s got it pretty accurately conveyed before he hits post. Hi, I’ve never made a Reddit post before and I’m not 100% sure what I’m doing but I need advice and can’t ask anyone in my real life. So, I [30M] have this best friend [34M]…

i got all my sisters with me by ipretendtobesane 6,766 words || teen This fic is so fucking soft and sweet. It quickly joined the ranks of my favourite Buddie fics I've ever read.

Soph to Eddie Hate Club: Hey guys! This is Alex, Sophia’s been a little out of it since Nina was born (she’s doing great, just in some pain and y’all know how weirdly woozy she gets on medicine). Combine that with a lack of sleep, and…well Y’all get it. Anyway, Soph and I wanted to host you guys next weekend. Adriana to Eddie Hate Club: YES I’m packing my bags right now Eddie to Eddie Hate Club: Are Buck and Chris invited? Soph to Eddie Hate Club: I will take any excuse to see that man up close and personal “Hey, Buck?” “Hmm.” “What do you say about a trip to Texas?” (or, eddie's sister has a baby, buck meets the diaz girls, and they're sickeningly in love for nearly seven thousand words)

knock on your door, just like before by rowan_wood 7,513 words || teen

“Here,” Buck had said, practically shoving his phone at Eddie once Eddie had said hello to both Buck and Chris and settled into a chair at the dining table, “I wrote down everything so I wouldn’t forget.” Eddie looked curiously at the screen to find Buck’s note app open to a long, long list of messages. There was a grocery list of things he needed at the top, but it soon devolved into any thing or thought that Buck had while Eddie was gone that he, apparently, wanted to tell him.  or: whenever Eddie's away, Buck writes him a new note, and Eddie pines.

you can start a family who will always show you love by fleetinghearts 8,185 words || Teen

“Yeah, yeah, he’s—he’s my kid, he’s my kid,” Buck tells her, tripping over his words in the effort to get this whole process to hurry the fuck up so he can see Chris. There’s the sound of something hitting the floor from behind him, followed by what might be plastic bouncing off the shiny hospital tiles. The person at the desk looks up in surprise, over Buck’s shoulder, and he turns to look too. Eddie’s standing there, Styrofoam cup rolling at his feet, coffee splattered all down the bottom of his faded blue jeans. The plastic lid of the cup skitters over the tile before coming to a stop a few feet away. He looks like someone punched him in the gut, absolutely shellshocked, something Buck can’t quite read behind the startled expression on his face. or, buck's looking for something, and the diazes let him know he already has it

still by brewrosemilk 9,368 words || teen This fic actually ruined me. I full on sobbed reading it.

For the first time, Buck longs for a bullet wound to treat. Dirt to dig at. A door to break through. Something. There’s nothing. “Your guess was correct, Diaz,” the bomb technician tells them, as he gestures to the orange circle. “You’re standing on a large sensor plate, wired to a detonator. It’s incredibly important that you don’t move. Don’t shift. When you put your weight down, it was like cocking a gun - you take your weight off, this thing is powerful enough to take the entire house with it."  Inspired by Castle, S05E22: Still

brick by spqr 10,154 words || explicit 

The first thing Buck noticed when he walked through the door was the smell of plaster and wet paint. There was a white spot on the wall in the living room, primered but without any color yet, about the size of a man’s fist. Eddie looked sheepish. His knuckles were still bruised, scabbed over but healing. “You were in a coma,” was all he said. “Yeah,” Buck agreed. He knew the feeling.

things you don't say reach me somehow anyway by sibylsleaves 14,279 words || Teen

He writes CHRISTOPHER at the top of the page in capital letters. Underneath it goes BUCK. Then PEPA, CARLA, CHIM, HEN and so on until he has fifteen names listed out. Fifteen people to show his appreciation for. He starts with the easiest name first. or, Eddie tells the family he chose how much they mean to him. All of them except one.

let's build this house (into a home, baby) by withmeornotatall 24,478 words || explicit 

This fic is so good. Different first meeting, but the same wonderful friendship. Christopher is a national treasure. It's a prefect fic.

"Hey, buddy!" he calls out with a grin. "Did you know that octopuses actually is the correct plural form of octopus not octopi?" "Cool." Chris smiles, but it fades just as soon as it appears. Buck dog-ears his page and sets his book down. "Everything okay?" he asks carefully, crossing to the fence. "Yeah, I'm just hungry." Christopher sighs. "Dad burnt dinner. Again." Buck glances through his open back door to the dining table with three mismatched chairs, and bites his lip. He's got no excuse today, the evening sun leaving him lethargic but not exhausted, the hour reasonable. "Hey, I've got an idea." Buck winks at Christopher. "Stay there, okay?" Buck grabs his beer, book and folding chair, setting them just inside the entrance. He makes his way to the front door, stopping at the hallway mirror to fix his curls into something a little more presentable, and walks the few yards down their adjoined porch to Christopher's door. With a deep breath, he raises his hand and knocks. The door swings open a few seconds later, and Buck's mouth goes dry at the sight that greets him (OR: the buddie neighbours au no one asked for)

i see you in my sheets (i see you in my sleep) by elless 24,981 words || explicit 

Eddie kisses him in the kitchen. Bright morning sunshine spills in the window over the sink, picking out the golden flecks in Eddie’s eyes. He cradles Buck’s jaw with one warm palm, and Buck freezes for a moment, startled, before surging against Eddie. He’s still holding a hot mug of coffee that he barely fumbles onto the counter without dropping or spilling all over his shirt. He rakes his fingers into Eddie’s hair and reels him in closer, Eddie’s firm thigh slotted between his. “Eddie,” he pants as Eddie scrapes his teeth down his throat and sucks on the spot over his racing pulse. Eddie hums as he rucks Buck’ve done just about everything else two people can do together; maybe this was always inevitable. OR Buck and Eddie are FWB, act like boyfriends, and are suuuuper dumb and oblivious about everything.

in the night we trust by glorious_spoon 29,220 words || teen

It feels new, and good, and not just because it’s been so damn long since anyone has touched Eddie like this. It’s just—it’s Buck. Of course this is something they know how to do together. They’ve done just about everything else two people can do together; maybe this was always inevitable. - Or: Eddie and Buck start sleeping together when they're all stuck at Buck's place during lockdown. It still takes them almost three years to notice that they're in love.

The Heart Opening Sequence by Leslie_Knope 34,035 words || mature

Eddie’s handsome, that’s obvious, Buck clocked that the second he met him. Part of him still can’t really believe that the guy he was so threatened by at first ended up as his closest friend, which is why these weird twinges are so unsettling. Buck isn’t sure if they’re real, for one, these odd flashes of what it would be like to lean over and kiss Eddie while they’re watching a movie or brush a hand over his back while they’re in the kitchen. And for two, it’s so far out of the realm of possibility that it’s barely worth thinking about.

must be some kind of twist, I could get used to this by soyxunxperdedor 38,753 words || explicit  THIS FIC!!! Accidentally married in vegas??? SIGN ME UP

He doesn’t remember much from last night, even less after the fourth or fifth tequila shot. So he certainly doesn’t remember bringing someone back to his room. He steels himself for the lancing pain and cracks his eyes open. Oh. Oh no. This is either really bad or… Well, not really good, but just. Not really bad, and that’s probably all Buck can ask for it to be. Because Eddie is in his bed, Eddie’s arm is wrapped around his waist, Eddie’s legs are tangled with his. And he has no idea why.

let the world have its way with you by fleetinghearts 54,477 words || explicit  This is the best post lightening strike long form fic I've read. It doesn't gloss over Buck dying/feeling different and instead shows Eddie (and Chris) helping Buck embrace his feelings and grow together. 15/10

“It’s just that—I died,” Buck continues, voice unsteady enough that Eddie wonders if this is the first time he’s acknowledged that out loud. “I died, and there’s so much more. There’s so much more I want to do, things I don’t even know I want to do yet, and I almost had the chance to have and live them taken away. I don’t want to die and regret missing out on everything else, Eddie.” “So let’s make a list,” Eddie says. “Let’s do them.” or, a bucket list that’s really about buck needing to make a change and an eddie who’s ready to do anything to see him fall in love with life again. it takes some crossing off for eddie to realise—the thing at the top of the list in his own heart? it’s been right here all along

a body, a knife, hold steady by bvckandeddie (zukkababey) 67,425 words || mature I'm a slut for a Mr. and Mrs. Smith AU and this one is one of the best I've read.

Bogotá wasn’t Buck’s first international mission—Peru held that title—but it changed just about everything. Because Bogotá was where he met Eddie. Or, Buck and Eddie meet, fall in love, build a life together, and discover they're rival assassins—exactly in that order.

wishing to be the friction by ipretendtobesane 97,200 words || explicit 

Buck and Eddie are straight best friends who start having no strings attached sex. Eddie has a hard time having sex with someone he doesn't trust, and Buck's tired of hookups after being with Abby. Besides, they're both comfortable with their sexuality, and there's nothing wrong with giving your friend a hand. What's surprising is how long it took them to fall into bed together, really. What's entirely unsurprising is how quickly strings start getting attached. or; the straight eddie friends with benefits fic

[t-h-i-n-g]

I’m on my hands and knees begging for some eddie Munson hurt/comfort. I will pay you. Please 💳💥💳💥

What Happens?

a/n: hand over the card🤲. jk jk- unless 🤨 lmao. I did this in the span on an hour while needing sleep so sorry if it seems rushed in some places. I hope you enjoy though!! I think it turned out alright :) this is my first time doing hurt/comfort so if it’s not what you were expecting, let me know!! feedback is always accepted.

word count: 1.6k

summary: Eddie finally meets your parents and let's just say he is not what they expected…

Warnings: hurt/comfort, swearing, dad's a douche ngl, if I missed any let me know!!

st - masterlist m.masterlist

You had it all planned out. Both of your parents would be home by 6:00. You changed into some casual attire for the occasion. Not too fancy just something better then what you usually wore at this time. Dinner would be ready when they walked through the door. Just the table needing to be set. Eddie would walk in at 6:15 on the dot. Not a minute later, not a minute sooner he assured you.

Your plan was fool proof everything was perfect. The food was prepared, the four plates laid out on the tablecloth each one complimented with silverware on the side, your parents sat across from the two empty chairs where you and Eddie would be sitting. You looked at the clock as it struck 6:15 on the dot. The doorbell rang thought the house. This just couldn't go wrong.

…Of course until it did.

You went to open the door. Looking over your shoulder at the duo on your way.

"He really is a great guy. You'll love him," you stated smiling at them. You put a hand on the knob turning and pulling the door open to reveal a bouquet of flowers. Eddie's head popped out from behind it. A smile adorning his features.

"Hi," he greeted in a soft voice stepping into the house as you motioned for him to come in.

"Make sure you take off your shoes, Mom hates dirt in the house," you explained briefly, looking around the corner to see your parents. Who were waiting patiently to meet the guy of the hour. You held a finger up signaling that it would be just a moment. Turning back to Eddie you took in his attire. He was in a pair of blue jeans, ditching his usual chains, his chest was clad in a dark green button up, his hands ring less. You frowned slightly, "You didn't have to get all dolled up. I want them to meet you, not someone who you're portraying," you told him in a quite tone. He gave you another smile, reassuring you.

"They'll meet me, honey. Don't worry 'bout it," his voice was just as soft as before. He placed a light kiss to your temple before stepping out to reveal himself. A light gasp was heard from the otherwise silent room. Your mother's eyes were wide as she tried to bring herself to smile. Your father on the other hand not making the effort, his brows scrunching together. You nervously fidgeted with your hands. Deciding to break the awkward silence.

"This is Eddie." It was a simple statement, but enough to get rid of some tension. Eddie waved uneasily with a hand, the other holding out the flowers to your mother as he approached the table. She took a moment to responded. Finally deciding to stand and take the flowers with a polite thank you. She went to the kitchen to find a vase as you sat down. Motioning for Eddie to follow. Hesitantly he sat across from your father. He held out a hand to the man.

"Nice to meet you, sir. I've heard a lot about you."

"Wish I could say the same," your father told him, briefly shaking Eddie's hand before bringing it back to his side. You're mother entered back into the room.

"Now that's not true, hon. We've heard a whole bunch about you, Eddie. Y/n says that your still in school, is that right?" The man in question nodded as she sat down.

"Yes, I haven't been able to really find my way out of high school yet. This year will be different though. Y/n has been helping me study and keep my head above water so I'll for sure graduate."

"Did you say that last year too?" your dad muttered while taking a drink from his cup. Your jaw dropped.

"Dad!" you exclaimed at his audacity. He shrugged his shoulders.

"What? I'm just saying, when you said his name was Eddie and he was still in school, I didn't know you meant Eddie Munson. The guy who has failed to pass twice," he stated simply.

"Still you don't have to be rude about," you informed him. "You didn't graduate senior year your first time either."

"Yeah well It didn't take me three tries either."

"No, it's okay I get it," Eddie stated before you got a chance to respond, "You want a guy that's in the best shape for your daughter I get that. And let me just say I’m in the best shape that I've been for a while, Y/n’s helped me a lot with that-"

"So your best shape includes being unemployed and as you said 'holding yourself just above water,' that's the best shape your in?" your dad asked. His tone sharp and his face hard. It was your mother's turn to react, slapping your father's arm lightly at his comment. He looked at her. "I don't know about you, but I sure as hell wasn't expecting the town's Satanist to show up for dinner tonight and I'm not going to stand for it."

"Can you please just calm down for a minute. The poor boy hasn't even let out five sentences-"

"Poor is right. Living in his uncle's trailer and doing who knows what in there. I went to school with Wayne and no way am I having any child he looked after seeing my daughter-" Eddie stood up quickly, heading for the door without a word. You followed after him as he to went to put on his boots, stumbling in the process. You protested, saying he should just wait, that you'll talk to your dad and that he just was shocked Eddie was the one you were seeing. He wasn't like any of your past boyfriends. Eddie looked up at you with a pained smile.

"You're right I'm not, so maybe that a sign. Maybe I shouldn't be your boyfriend, Y/n. I'm sure your dad would be happy with that." Your jaw went slack as tears glazed over your eyes.

"Wait, hold on, you don't- you don't mean that," you called to him as he opened the door and made his exit. "Eddie, please." Your voice shook, he stopped in his place, already halfway down your side walk. "Give me a few minutes. I'll talk to them I swear. Just please- please don't leave, okay?" He turned to face you. Looking into your eyes as you bit your lip. He sighed, closing his eyes tight for a brief moment.

"Honey, I don't think they'll listen," you made your way to him, barefoot tripping down the steps.

"No, they will I swear. They haven't even properly met you-"

"And what happens when they do?" He questioned. You paused. "What happens when they do and find out I'm everything they were told I'd be?"

"And what happens when they find out that that's everything I want?" you shot back. "That I fell for the 20 year old high school senior. Who likes bedroom concerts, and movie marathons, and walks in the middle of the night across town. What happens when they realize you're the only guy who has treated me right and the best thing to have ever happened to me." Your voice broke towards the end. Looking into his eyes, they were matching yours, glazed over as tears threatened to fall. You took another step toward him, placing your arms on his shoulders. "I'll tell you what happens," you stated, taking a hand to wipe your eyes as you sniffed.

"What?" Eddie questioned, hesitantly resting his hands on your waist. You brought your eyes back to his, moving impossibly closer.

"It won't matter," you cupped his face, " Because what are they gonna do? Tell me to break up with you? Yeah, right. I'm 20 years old watch me move out, then they'll shut up," Eddie let out a breathy chuckled. "It doesn't matter because once I show them how you look at me like I hung all the stars in the sky then they'll see what I see." You traced his cheek bone with your thumb while your other hand lightly caressed his neck. His own running along your sides. "And even then if they don't agree, it's okay. Cause fuck em y'know. That's what you always say." Eddie let out a snort.

"Fuck ‘em, really? That's what you're gonna say to your parent as an excuse?" he laughed. You shrugged admiring his smile.

"Why not? Like I said, I could just move out. I got enough cash. I could buy us a place, sugar mommy you-" That got a cackle out of him.

"Sugar mommy? Oh Lord, where the hell did that come from? What happened to the little innocent Y/n that I met?"

"She was gone a long time ago. I'm just saying," you defended weakly, "We've been together for almost a year and a half now. I think that's enough to know I wouldn't mind living with you," you stated. A comfortable silence passed over the both of you. Looking over the each others features, taking one another in.

"Okay," Eddie finally spoke. You smiled.

"Okay?"

"Now that you bring it up a year and a half without together and I’m just meeting your parents now? Sheesh, but he worst that could happen is they kick you out-"

"'Yeah, that's like the worst thing,'" you mimicked, causing Eddie to weakly push you away.

"I'm just putting up what you were laying down!" He exclaimed. "You're a big girl, you can take care of yourself," he mumbled pulling you back in, staring at your lips. You smiled once more.

"If this is an indirect way of asking if I can be your sugar mommy the answer is yes," you whispered against his lips. He let out an airy laugh before finally connecting your lips to his. Dipping you slightly, your back arching to deepen the kiss. This was all he had to worry about right now. You were all the he had to think about. It wouldn't matter what their end decision was.

As long as you stuck with him whatever happens would be okay.

------------

likes and reblogs are appreciated :)

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

Some of my inboxes: a collated answer!

Hey! Some of my anons/inboxes from last year came in around the time I was experiencing some of that fatshaming phenomena (if you don't know what I'm talking about, you don't want to know), and I didn't have the spoons to respond to them at the time. I want everyone to know that I have treasured these messages regardless - thank you. I was for a time seriously considering abandoning the platform, but I ultimately decided that it wasn't what I wanted and so much of that decision comes from those who've stuck by me throughout all of this. It's been tense and admittedly sometimes downright messy - I'm not incredibly proud of calling out some of the bullshit as bluntly as I have in the past, but it is what it is and even if I didn't do the best thing at the time, I am assured in knowing I've said what I've said for the right reasons.

I've collated the inboxes that most closely align here, where I'll answer everyone as best I can, both because it's more expedient AND because I'd like to be able to push this out and finally draw a line under that negative experience. I'm just answering some asks, so if that doesn't turn you on - scroll past, dudes!

Thank you so much, @trilldax - this was balm to my sensitive, sad soul when I was receiving the worst of the anon hate. YOU are amazing.

Friends with people I've called out, most likely. They're probably doing it out of loyalty to their friend, which doesn't make it right but does make it somewhat understandable, I guess? But ultimately, the hate only lasted a few weeks and seems to have completely died out in the new year thus far, so silver linings, nonnie!

Don't worry - I DEFINITELY intend to keep writing. I've finally nailed down the beginning of the next instalment, having plotted out an entire chapter with threads extending beyond to later instalment/s, and have made tentative inroads on writing! I had some extreme writer's block and writing anxiety after the end of last year, but returning to what I love (mostly reading fanfic and making my books) has helped mitigate a lot of the damage. Don't worry - NOTHING HAS BEEN ABANDONED. I still REGULARLY think about how I'm gonna press on!

Oh my god, @grumpyrissi - this ask was funny! Thank you for this. Unfortunately, I think the mentality of returning fire is what's landed me in the hot seat, and I would HATE for anyone to be put in this position especially because of me. And I'm happy to see all the hand-pudge love! My hands have always been really fat and stumpy-dumpy looking, partly due to a recessive genetic thing that a geneticist actually studied my family for! My being over the standard weight doesn't help their appearance, though I don't mean this in a negative way. I have wrinkly, pudgy old-lady hands and they're capable of a lot! I write with them, I make crochet toys with them, I knit clothes with them, I create cards and bind books and build furniture with them. They might not be 'sexy' hands but they're my hands and through them, I fulfil everything I want to do creatively. I totally get you about the ring sizing, though - some jewelry stores drive me INSANE. I love YOU and YOUR hands, Rissi! Thank you!

Thank you so much, nonnie - this was such a kind gesture. I wasn't having a good day at the time, but I certainly am now!

Hi, nonnie! Damn, I wish you'd left a calling card of some sort, because this made me cry when I first got it. Please reach out if you want, I'm honestly down to clown with pals! I'm fairly open-minded opinion-wise, my hard limit is disrespect and I can tend to go a little ham when I perceive that I or someone I love is being treated poorly. I'm not the most rational beetch around, I think!

Thank you so much for the kindness, nonnie. I'm honoured that you reached out to share this with me, and I want you to know how much it meant and still means to me. For a while, I moped in an 'everyone-hates-me' funk but this really helped pull me out of that. Beyond touched by this, and I really want to continue being a blog you check on, one that keeps the smile on your face. Thank you.

Thank you for this message, nonnie. I really appreciated some additional perspective to break me out of the spiral I was in. When you're getting hate of a really personal bent, it can be super demoralising. There's definitely an element of this, I think - or people who are having issues in their personal lives that they're externalising onto social media as a symptom of lacking resolution or closure. Whatever the reason, I know only part of it is because of their dislike of me, valid or not, and there's much more motivating the desire to actively wish for someone else to feel bad about themselves. Bullying is such an epidemic as it is, and translation to the cyber platform really has just diversified all the ways we humans can hurt each other. I'm in a much better headspace now after having no inspiration and an actual fear of writing for months because of all the bad feelings associated with it, so it is super refreshing and pleasing to be working my way back in slowly.

I don't actually know what the hate anon thing is about - everyone is copping them. I have no idea if it's a bunch of writers slinging shit at each other for various reasons, or if it's one or a small collection of users taking aim at everyone just to stir trouble, or if it's simply a troll fucking with everyone's heads and causing division. I have my own theories, but honestly, it could be anything. It could be all three. It could be none of these. I don't know. It has been really toxic here for a while, which sucks, because I've been here since September 2022 and it was nice and quiet for a good few months until shit started really popping off like mid-last-year. Boredom, perhaps. Who knows? All I'm hoping is that the return of the show brings in more writers for the fandom, which should hopefully thin out the toxicity and make it a nicer place to be. I think there are too many users who've got it in their head that fandom is a real-life game of thrones, and that we've all got to claw and scrape and backstab each other for some sort of prize. Hence the whole 'big blog', 'little blog' rhetoric and the hyper-preoccupation with notes and perceived infamy. People like this will eventually crack under the pressure of their own maladaptive attitude or get caught out for it, so I'm not too concerned. I think it's super damaging to see writing/content-creating as a ladder of achievement rather than a personal enjoyment. I've never engaged in that, nor do I want to.

It'll get better, nonnie, it has to. But it has to start with people wanting to exist in fandom for the sake of creation, not destruction. Hopefully this happens sometime soon.

Thank you, boo - I've always loved and valued you very much, and I felt super rotten for taking such a long few weeks away from writing. I'm glad to be slowly coming back in stages, and hopefully I'll have new content for ya soon!

Hey, nonnie! Unfortunately, the Tumblr anon feature is woefully mismanaged. I think that if the developers incorporated some sort of coding that guaranteed that every anon had a random percentage chance of being sent off anon, people would be MUCH less flagrant in their abuse of the system. I get its function. Humans unfortunately suck by nature so much of the time, so naturally it's misused.

I am a little hesitant with Patreon because of the nature of its paywall thing. (I used to have the pay-thing active on Tumblr, but I no longer do that because of the ethics of creating fandom content and the inadvertent/implied overlap with possible financial gain, so I turned it back off.) I know you can unlock that feature, but there's definitely more of a community feeling here and an ease to interaction that I don't really think Patreon has, but that just comes from having been a user interacting with other profiles at one point (mostly Sims CC, lol). I'm probably going to stay on Tumblr for now, cuz I've grown such a community here and I don't really want to let some fuckwits wreck that for me because of whatever-the-fuck-reason they have to send me crap. Thank you, nonnie! I'm so thankful for your message.

Eyyyyy, Luna! Thank you so much for your words. It was dark there for a while, but I've pushed through and decided to remain on the hellsite (I guess it's called that for a reason, haha!). I'm making progress on writing, too! YAY! I had fuck-all inspiration for a good while there, but I think the break was good as I did end up writing like a demon for about a year. I look back and I'm so proud of the work I did, and no crappy little text messages are going to take that away from me. I want to keep making work that I'm proud of, and hopefully I continue to do that for a long time. I often go back to certain fanfics that I love, that make me feel safe and comforted and familiar, when I'm feeling down, and the mere possibility of serving as that for even one other person is why I'm determined to stay and ignore the rotten apples.

Hey, nonnie! Thank you so much for this. I'm so honoured that you enjoy my writing! I'm doing better now, but just so you know I've really appreciated your kind words. They helped me through the rough patch HEAPS.

I am happy, I am healthy, I am EXCITED and I hope 2024 is good for ALL of us!

[bf-skz]

24 to 25 days of SKZMAS | December 11th - Changbin

pairing: Seo Changbin x Reader

genre: second chance

synopsis: By an odd chance Changbin runs into his ex in a shopping mall while doing Christmas shopping. Unfortunately, he is accompanied by his current toxic girlfriend. However, no one can deny the clear sparks between them.

warnings: -

words: 817

11th day of SKZMAS

December 11th

Changbin hates to do this. He really, really does but he cannot shake the weird feeling in his stomach. He is almost sure he is wrong, though… time to find out.

“Babe?” he asks where he is packing out the takeaway boxes from their bag. He is not a fan of pad thai, but she always convinces him to get dinner from the weirdest (and most expensive) places.

“Yeah, baby?” she asks back, lighting a candle on the table. 

“I have been doing a little calculating…” he says slowly, taking a glance at her. She isn't looking at him, and he takes it as a good sign. “And I've realized we have a little less left for the holidays than I originally thought.”

“Oh, how come?” she turns around, tilting her head. 

“I don't know… I was completely sure we had some on my spare card, the prepaid one?” he says, and she looks clueless as ever. “I think I should cancel that card. Someone must have stolen the details and now they’re using it.”

“Now, don’t make rushed decisions like that, boo.” she chuckles nervously, stepping to him and placing her hands around his arm. “I’m sure that no one stole the card. You must have used it and forgot it in the haze of the holidays.” she waves him off. “Besides, you would be able to ask for money from your parents, wouldn’t you?”

“Well, I would, but I don't need it.” he says with a frown. “We are not completely broke, we will just have to watch how much we spend now. Good thing we have ordered the food for the holidays in advance.” he smiles at her as he carries the food to the table. His girlfriend still has a sour expression on her face, so he goes on.

“Hey, don't worry, okay? We don't need money to be happy together, do we?”

“Well, I guess not.” she huffs. “But how will I have an outfit for Christmas and the New Years this way? I need at least 3 for the holidays and if we visit your parents then 4.” she explains with an exasperated sigh. “I need accessories for it, too.” 

“Thought we already got all of it last week.” Changbin says, caressing her arm. “When we spent a smaller fortune in that designer shop… remember that blue dress? It looked amazing on you.” 

“Yes, that was one dress.” she counters. “I was planning to surprise you with some more.” she pouts, poking his cheek. 

“You don't need to.” Changbin says, pulling her in to kiss her cheek. “I like it most when you don't wear anything anyway.” he whispers to her with a chuckle. “How about I get the card blocked and then we take this to the bedroom?”

“No!” she breaks down, pushing him away. “That is my card!” she screams at him hysterically.

“It's- what?” Changbin asks and his eyes grow in shock. What did just happen…?

“I was using that card.” she sighs dramatically. “I figured since it’s prepaid, you wouldn’t mind and it was my spending card… clearly you wanted me to have it, otherwise why would you keep it?”

“Jesus, and you didn't think of telling me? I've been trying to figure out who is taking all the money for a week now!” Changbin exclaims. “Why didn't you tell me? And what did you buy anyway? I thought we got everything together this month? From my actual credit card?”

“I needed some shoes and gifts so that they will look better under the tree.” she exclaims. “It was a necessity and an emergency!” 

“You should’ve asked me!” Changbin tells her and then, it hits him. “You- I think you should give my card back.”

“What? Why?” she gasps, clutching her purse defensively. “I have to pay for your gift tomorrow…” she lies and Changbin knows she didn't have anything planned for him. She always said she isn't good with gifts.

“Okay, then I will go with you and pay for it.” Changbin says, not backing down. He is losing his patience now and that’s really not like him.

“But, baby…” she smiles, touching his arm to distract him with her looks.

“No.” Changbin says, taking a step back. “I need to go.” he turns on his heels and grabs his coat from the hanger.

“Where are you going, honey?” she rushes after him, batting her lashes. “Come back! I will put on my cutest lingerie for you.” 

“Don't wait up for me.” he says, and closes the door right before she could follow him.

In a few minutes, he is sitting in his car, driving on the streets of the city without an destination in mind. He has always found comfort in driving around, it clears his head better than any walk he could take.

He doesn't want to think about all the red flags; all the times his friends told him to beware of gold diggers, all the returned birthday presents that just “weren't the right color”, all the vacations overseas… he should've known better. Not because he has dealt with countless people who wanted to use him for money, but because of the ones who didn't.

He thinks about you. You, who were happy to receive a hand-drawn card for you birthday from him. You, who cooked for him when the fridge in the dorms was empty. You, sweet, selfless you whom his mother always adored.

Before he knows it, he is parked in a small, dark parking lot, and he doesn't take a second to realize where he is. He knows the place so well he could find his way here without trying.

It was your place, the two of you. You showed him this hidden little underground bar in the outskirts of the city, looking cold and untrustworthy on the outside but once you enter, it is warm and cozy. The exact opposite of his current relationship, he thinks bitterly as he walks in.

There is some quiet music in the background of friendly chatter and hearty laughs from the few desks in there, and it comforts Changbin instantly. He walks up to the counter to order some juice – he still needs to drive home – and he is ready to find a seat when-

There you are. Sitting at your usual table, holding something that looks like a mug of sweet mulled wine, watching him.

“Fancy seeing you here.” You call out with a sweet, comforting smile that makes his heart flutter. You pat the seat next to you and he walks over with the brightest smile that you adore so much.

to be continued...

[sunshine-theseus]

if you're a man united fan i'm apologising in advance but last night was absolutely fucking shit from them. i can't say chelsea was playing well, because we weren't, but fucking hell united you've got some dirty fucking players on your squad (not lucía garcía, they can never make me hate her). within the first few minutes zelem had pulled LJ around like she was trying to stop a child from running away. similar happened to guro not long after. we've should've been given 2 penalties, yet nothing. don't want to talk much on millie turner literally denying us the ball to get the game back and LJ trying to get it off her.

what i really want to talk about, once again the fucking attacks on mayra. this girl came from Liga F to chelsea because it's been a dream of her's for a long time. she's been really fucking excited, and she hasn't been anything but sweet. but she's tall and fast and basically a brick wall, but more importantly to the issue at hand, she's not fucking white. i've watched that girl get tripped, pushed, grabbed, tossed around by every team we've played against since she transferred to us. then maya fucking le tissier, who i thought was decent, fucking body checks her. and the ref doesn't even fucking call it. that was a blatant yellow card, MLT shouldn't have even been finishing the game with how she was playing, she should've been sent off with the red the amount of times she fouled mayra alone.

but it's not just players, its refs. white players get away with so fucking much. i just watched mayra get fucking bodied but there was nothing called. i watched mayra stay down on the ground for, idk, 5 minutes? while lucía garcía translated what the medics were saying. yet the player got nothing. but every time mayra even breathes in a players direction the opposing team gets a free kick. IT'S TIRING. everyone expects us to win because "oh they're chelsea obviously they should win" but no one actually wants us to. and it's beyond rivalry, it's genuine hatred that we succeed.

i can never talk much on this because i get too heated and people call me insane so i'm leaving it at that

[kodiakwhiskey]

No Use In Patching Up A Sinking Ship

I shouldn't ignore my other 69 WIPs to drabble about daddy Hotch, but I did. This fic is based on this song by Set It Off

Taglist: @orangegaytorade

MINORS DNI: SMUT ALCOHOL USE DUBCON(only because of said alcohol use) PIV Unprotected (wrap it up folks)

Pairing: Hotchxfem!Reader

1st/3rd person POV

I shouldn't. I absolutely shouldn't be feeling this way. He was the one whose job was too important to be with someone. He's the one who left. 

No, there's no denying chemistry this strong

Yes, pretend it's right but we both know it's wrong

Thinking about the storm advancing

Thinking about the lightning dancing in your eyes

But I, can't shake these memories that rain inside

"You never called." 

"I've been busy."

"Aaron…"

"Why are you even here?"

"Because I love you."

That last conversation replayed in my mind as I downed the rest of the bottle, the last of the tequila burning the back of my throat. I couldn't call Penelope. She'd never pick up at this hour.

Damn, pick up the phone, I know I'm drunk again

And you know my intentions 'cause it's two a.m.

It's fun and games until we both get hurt

We play with fire 'cause we like the way it burns

No use in patching up a sinking ship

This is the last time we do this, baby

This is the last time you taste my lips

"Hey Garcia. It's me. Um, I guess you're asleep." I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. "I know I shouldn't be contacting you because of the whole breakup thing but I just really needed someone." I clear my throat, holding back the tears. "Anyways, that's it. Um I guess text me back later if you want. Bye." I hung up, tossing my phone lightly onto the couch from the opposite wall.

I know, I know how to drive you wild

You know, you know how to make me smile

But I need you to be

My ancient history

I know, I know who you really are

You know, you know how to break my heart

But I need you to be

My ancient history

"Hotch!" Penelope grabbed his arm, yanking him into her office. "When the hell did you break up with her?"

"How do you know about that?" He felt defensive, but for once it's because he didn't have a reasonable explanation. Instead of letting her be there to comfort him, he pushed her away. Told himself that you only wanted him for the sex. Anything to make him feel better once he started to regret that argument. Penelope opened her phone, playing the voicemail left for her. His heart hurt. He could hear your tears past the drunken words.

"It was a couple weeks ago. But I don't owe any of you an explanation."

"Hotch, is that really what you want?" He left without another word, his silence ringing loud and clear.

~

I hated being at work. The monotony of the day gave me too much to think about. I couldn't think about Aaron all day. It hurt too much. Liz patted me on the shoulder at 6, saying they were heading out for drinks tonight and I was coming, not optional. So I trudged home to get ready.

The men in this bar were sleazy. Unshielded, and unhinged. Liz brought drinks back for everyone, and kept shots going.

Soon I found myself playing some drinking games with them. 

Everyone collectively decided they were finished, and despite having carpooled, they took off while I was in the restroom peeing. 

I stumbled outside. It was two thirty in the morning, and thanks to my excursion tonight, I had no more cash. Which meant no taxi, and my wallet was at home for safekeeping which meant no credit card for Uber. 

I called the only person I knew would be up at this hour. 

"Hey…" His voice dug a knife into my chest, the pain resurfacing through the liquor.

"Aaron… I um. I need a ride. I'm stranded." I started making my way to the diner across the street and he agreed to pick me up. 

I pulled the flask out of my purse, taking another couple of shots worth while I waited outside. The least I can do is numb the pain of being near him. He pulled up in his car, reaching over to open the door for me. I fumbled my way in, having issues with the seatbelt when he reached over to help me. I felt my face heat up, but I just tried to blame it on the alcohol. 

The drive to my apartment was silent, Aaron focusing on driving while I watched the rain fall. 

"We're here." His face was set in stone as he parked just outside my building.

"Aaron.. I…" His hand moved onto my thigh, him turning slightly to face me. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shown up without permission…" I was cut off by his lips on mine, the feeling melting me. He pulled away, and pulled away from my building. I didn't say anything as we made the trek across town to his house. "What about Jack-"

"With his aunt for the weekend." His reply was short as he pulled into the driveway. 

I followed him quietly upstairs, and once we reached his room, his lips were on mine again. 

The buzz from the alcohol still lingered and made my brain fuzzy. His hands slipped my blouse down, his thumbs tracing my nipples through my bra.

His tongue was relentless as he kissed me, pulling my head to the side to trail nips and bites down the side. I moaned, feeling his teeth sink in.

Before I knew it he had taken my skirt off, his own shirt coming off and his pants undone. 

"Aaron…" His lips cut me off again, his fingers making their way down to my core, rubbing my clit through the thin lace. He trailed his lips down my body, his breath ghosting over my skin. The cool air hits me as he pulls my panties down, and I'm so touch starved I could melt into the way his hands grip my hips. 

That's all I can focus on as he eats me out, is the feeling of his hands holding me down.  It doesn't take long for him to rip my orgasm from me, my hand covering my mouth. His cock slides in, wasting no time. It's rough. It's desperate. It's lonely. I'd be a fool all over again if it meant I could be his. Just one more time.

Yeah, It's the way you let me throw you cross the bed

Got you running cross my head

When I know I should be sleeping

But I can't escape

You're addicted to the lust

The imaginary trust

That you're begging for it, screaming for it

Here we go, now it's time to cut the cord

And abandon all support

We're through

Maybe it's the alcohol blurring time but before I know it he's brought me back to that high again, releasing inside me. The weight of him left me feeling cold and empty as he walked away, grabbing stuff to clean up with. It hurts when he just drops it by me on the bed. He used to take such good care of me…

I know, I know

You know, you know

(No baby, don't come back, don't come back)

"I'm sorry. This can't happen again." His voice is quiet but the words bounce in my head like a loudspeaker. "I'll take you home."

But I need you to be

My ancient history

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Thief

Based on this post by @drabbles-mc. Not beta read, we die like medieval peasants who spelled everything phonetically.

Sons of Anarchy Masterlist

Check my page but drabbles are usually open

Contains: Fluff, smut (oral sex M receiving, fingering, P in V)

1.4K Words

Comment if you want to be tagged/removed.

You stole Juice's quesadilla and he's not impressed.

"What do you want for dinner."

It had been a rough couple of days for you and Juice, work had kept you late every day, and you were coming home when the stars were out, and Juice had been run ragged but the Club because CaraCara needed new servers.

"Whatever, I'm not sure if I'll be home anyway, still busy with the stupid program."

You really hoped you could get home, you were starting to miss Juice to the point where it was taking up space in your brain.

"I'm craving Mexican, I won't start eating without you. Just send me a text and I'll order when you're on your way home. xx"

You smiled, Juice was always so considerate. You knew that even if you got home a three in the morning, he would still be waiting for you.

"Love you honey xx."

****

You got home just as six-thirty, Juice was waiting for you with a smile on his face and some snacks in hand, "I ordered ten minutes ago, you've got time to have a shower and get comfortable before it gets here."

You nodded, "you're the best, I owe you."

Juice shook his head, "I'm just being a good old man."

His thumb ran over the crow on your shoulder, "now go bathe, you hate eating in your work clothes."

You walked off to the shower and took your time getting clean, using the body wash with a scent that Juice loved so much that he would spend his quiet time with his face buried in your neck.

Just as you pulled your fluffy pyjama pants up, the food arrived. You walked out of the bathroom to Juice putting the food on plates, he took them to the couch and set them on the table before making room for you and switching on the TV, "you wanna watch battle bots?"

You nodded, "hell yeah I do."

He smiled, "you wanna place any bets?"

You shook your head, "no, because you always win then I end up having to help Gemma with the Friday night while you sit back and enjoy playing cards with Chucky."

Juice chuckled, "alright then, we should eat before it gets cold."

You picked up the quesadilla, it smelt amazing and you could tell the tortilla was homemade, it's perfectly cooked surface was just the right amount of browned without being burnt. The first bite had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, there was more cheese than normal and the meat was pork and not beef.

Juice smiled, "good, I thought you weren't all that into quesadillas?"

You shook your head, "this one is amazing, the pork really makes it."

Juice's eye went wide and he took a bite out of his triangle. "You stole my quesadilla."

You shook your head, "you're the one that gave it to me."

Juice huffed, "you stole my quesadilla."

There was a smile on his face, "how's yours?"

He gasped in face offence, "it's the worst thing I've ever eaten, you have no taste."

You smirked, "well mine was delicious."

Juice waved his hand, "finish your veggies, miss quesadilla thief."

You giggled, "don't worry, I'll make it up to you." Your tone made it clear what you meant.

"No, you stole my quesadilla."

You huffed, "you didn't even know what I was going to say, maybe I was going to spend all of tomorrow recreating it."

Juice pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh, "really, because I think you were thinking about something else."

He wiped his hand on a napkin and then took your empty plate from you, "we'll see, but only if you don't steal the dessert."

****

It was almost bedtime, the last episode Juice had put on was winding down and you were pressed into Juice's side while his arms wrapped around you. As the credits rolled, you ran a hand under his shirt up his chest, Juice grabbed your hand with a smile, "behave young lady."

You smiled, "you'll have to find a lady first."

Juice nodded, "well, you're right there. Ladies don't steal food."

You pressed a kiss to his neck, "you want me to make it up to you?"

Juice smirked and reached a hand to your face, "sure, bedroom?" You nodded and stood up, grabbing Juice's hand and walking him to your bedroom.

You sat him down on the bed and took a step back, pulling your shirt off your body and running your fingers over your naked breast, "is this what you had in mind?"

Juice swallowed, "not quiet." You stepped forward and grazed your fingers over his face, Juice turning his head into your hand.

"I have an idea." As you spoke, you knelt between his legs and he spread them, you fingers moving along the hem of his sweatpants. "Can I?" He nodded and you gripped them before pulling them off his body, boxers and all, Juice lifting his hips off the bed to help you.

His cock sprung free and his hands met your head, "I don't know if you deserve this."

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, "why dear?"

Juice smirked, "because you stole my quesadilla."

You rolled your eyes, "you gave it to me, I would have given it back if you had asked."

Juice smiled, "I know, but how could I when you enjoyed it so much."

You shook your head, "you're hard to please."

Juice chuckled, "well, you're not really trying, get to it." You made eye contact with him, licked your palm then wrapped your hand around his cock and moved your hand up and down on the shaft before wrapping your lips around the head.

Juice's head fell back with a gasp, one of his hands stroking your face, "yeah, just like that." You doubled down as he grunted, there was still a lightness in the air that signalled he wasn't down teasing you.

He pulled you away far sooner than you would have liked, "hey, I wasn't finished."

Juice laughed, "you're a thief, you don't get rewarded for that."

He dragged you up the bed and settled you on the pillows, running his hands up and down your body. He laid on his side next to you then lifted your legs over his hip. He slid his hand up and down your inner thigh, finishing by drifting the back of his fingers over your covered core. Juice raised his eyebrows as he stroked the hem of your panties and you nodded, lifting your hips, "please."

Juice pulled then off and his fingertips moved through your slit, "you're wet, does crime turn you on?"

You giggled, "only petty crime, next time I want you to fuck me, I'm going slap you with a fish fillet."

Juice paused to laugh, "slap me with a fish? You're real weird."

You giggled, "yep, with a fish." You went to say more but were cut off as Juice slid two fingers inside you.

"You are such a brat, first you steal my food and now you're threatening me with assault."

You smiled as Juice's fingers pressed to your G-spot, doing your best to keep your composure, "if it's salted cod, would that be a-salt?"

Juice nipped your skin, "your shit puns aren't going to make me laugh." That was a lie, you could hear it in his voice. Juice pressed a kiss to your lips, "you keep talking like you're all good but I can feel you squeezing me." His thumb moved to your clit as the fingers inside you sped up, your head flopped against the pillows and Juice smiled, "there you go, not so mouthy now, are you?"

You couldn't respond through the gasp as a wave of pleasure hit you, Juice doubled down as you approached the edge, smiling as he took you over it while his forearm held your bucking hips down. "Do you think you've made it up to me?"

You shrugged, "you tell me."

Juice climbed up your body and grabbed his cock, notching it at your entrance, "you want this?"

You grabbed his ass and pressed him forward, you went to say yes but Juice slammed forward, knocking the air from your lungs. Juice set a punishing pace, knocking you up the bed with each thrust. His fingers moved to your clit and rubbed in tight circles. "Be a good girl and come for me." You were powerless to resist the constant slam of his hips, Juice grunting as you clenched around him.

His pace faulted and your insides were sprayed with his warmth, Juice biting your skin as he slowed to a stop. He pulled out and rolled over, pulling you into his arms, "you wanna order more food?"

You smiled, "sure, why not."

Please be a friend and comment

@darqchilddaydreamz @sadandgeek

[weilongfu]

Prompt for 2moons the ambassador 😬

You're a jerk and I hate you. <3

------

Although his cousin had given his blessing, Lomnaw supposed that there would never be true peace between Pha and Tarntat. The two were similar in many ways, including the inability to back down from a challenge. And a challenge had, of course, been thrown.

To that end, Tarntat had invited the Wild Doctors and their boyfriends to the bar once more, handed over his credit card for the tab, and asked everyone to order as they pleased. It was only at the insistence of Yo that Pha didn't order a fresh bottle of every top-shelf liquor they had on the menu out of whatever pettiness Lomnaw supposed his cousin possessed. How a man with so many privileges could still manage to be so petty to the boyfriend of his cousin, Lomnaw could not comprehend. Although if Kit's snide remarks about Pha being over-protective were a true indication, Lomnaw was sure it really was the fault of his mother more than Pha's older cousin instincts.

"I'm really glad you could make it tonight, P'Pha," Tarntat said after the first round of drinks. "You see, I was hoping you could give me some advice." Pha raised an eyebrow and the rest of the table, except for Yo who kept eating fries and Ming who kept nudging Kit, seemed to hold its breath. "You see, I've been thinking about what you said when you last gave Lomnaw and I your blessing..."

Lomnaw immediately turned red and moved to punch Tarntat, but Tarntat quickly wrapped his arms around Lomnaw to prevent any such behavior.

"You see, I've been trying to do as you've said, to make Lom moan so loud his neighbors hear us, but I'm afraid my Lom is just too shy." Tarntat nuzzled the side of Lomnaw's face in apology but could feel the murder radiating off his boyfriend. "So I was hoping you could provide some advice on how to make him more vocal." Tarntat smirked as he saw Pha's face change colors rapidly before Yo slapped Pha's chest.

"P'Pha! You told them about that?!"

"N'Yo..." Pha immediately turned his handsome face on Yo to console him as Ming nearly laughed himself into asphyxiation.

"I... I can't believe... P'Pha.... threw down that gauntlet," Ming said between breaths.

"This nong has balls," Beam muttered into his glass. "Asking someone like Pha on how to please his cousin in bed?"

"Want me to give him some tips instead?" Forth asked while wiggling his eyebrows.

Beam leveled a careful look at Forth. "Your neighbors haven't heard me moan either so I don't think you're in a position to talk." Forth sputtered as Beam smirked and threw back the rest of the liquor in his glass.

Ming looked at Kit as he recovered. Kit gave Ming a glare and shook his head. Ming pouted and Kit made a snipping motion with his fingers. Ming immediately turned to Tarntat. "Sorry nong, I got nothing for you."

"At least someone at this table isn't insane," Lomnaw muttered to himself. Tarntat squeezed him a little tighter in response.

"So, P'Pha, any tips? Pointers? Care to demonstrate on P'Yo since you didn't seem to mind on that IG Live the other night-"

"YOU ACTUALLY KEPT THE STREAM ON THAT NIGHT?!" Yo's voice had raised to a pitch that Ming remembered hearing only once when Mr. Panitchayasawad had refused Yo's request for a working replica of Luffy's pirate ship.

"Oh, oops," Tarntat attempted to look scandalized and Lomnaw suddenly desired death for himself and his idiot boyfriend. "Did I spill the beans on something?"

Before Yo could escalate, Pha pulled Yo away, whispering apologies and uttering promises at a rapid speed while still shooting Tarntat mean looks. Meanwhile, Kit finally sighed and pushed a shot of liquor at Tarntat.

"You've really got some nerve," Kit said before pouring himself a shot. "I respect that." Kit motioned for Tarntat to drink with him and Tarntat tossed back the shot at the same time, letting go of Lomnaw who decided to nudge himself away. "But if you're going to criticize Pha for being like that, at least tell N'Lom properly that the internet saw his balls hanging out of his shorts that same night."

"I DID WHAT?!"

[etherealnoir]

Your tags about Lindsay Ellis and Sarah Jenny. What's the tea with with Lindsay? Because I've watched Lindsay Ellis on and off for years and don't pay much attention to her outside of YouTube and the bad reviews on her books lol, but I didn't know she was yt womaning like that.

She really loves to do and say weird shit, and then play the victim when she gets called out by people of color for it.

The last thing she did was compare the Raya movie to Avatar, and when SEA people said that it was kind of offensive to just say they’re similar because they’re both Asian, she made a whole YT vid about being cancelled, and all of their fans started fighting with people who called her out by pulling the “When a WOMAN says this” card. People just asked her to apologize for downplaying their very valid criticism and she decided to just quit YouTube.

She made a video in defense of Stephenie Meyer and claimed that people only hated her because she was a woman. She claimed that we were too hard on her while leaping over the obvious criticism surrounding her blatantly racist characterizations and casting decisions. When someone called her out for ignoring the anti-indigenous rhetoric in Twilight, she said:

There was also this weird shit

In her “I’m quitting!” post, she brought up an essay written by a trans woman about being mobbed online and made it about herself. She also compared herself to Britney Spears, claimed that it was wrong to call her crying “white female fragility,” and said that she couldn’t “control” her “Stans” because she was too busy “shitting blood for weeks on end” to see what they were saying online. Which is wild because she was very much chronically online outside of when she was sick. And this isn’t the first time she’s been called out.

All she had to do was apologize and maybe clarify what she meant. But instead she doubled down and called people crazy.

Anyway she sucks.

[whumpitlikeyoumeanit]

Whumpcember 13

All of this Whumpcember is a single, long fic, with the prompts used in specific scenes, in order. See the Masterlist and AO3 link here.

((content warnings: panic attack ))

promptspiration: @whumpcember Day 13: Restraints

Whumpee: Draco Malfoy Whumper: Harry Potter Pairing: Harry/Draco whump type: fear / flashbacks fic type: post-Hogwarts AU

words: ~1300

-------------------

Draco was uncomfortable, because he was alone. Harry had said he had something to show him and stepped out while he rinsed the breakfast dishes, and now that he was finished Draco was tense, waiting for him to come back. 

Maybe he wouldn't? 

No, of course he would. He had to. He always did. Right?

His nervous hand sought out the deck of cards in his pocket and pulled one out at random, trying to give himself something to do. Four of Cups… The card of apathy and disconnection. The wizard on the card was staring at an empty cup while three others stacked beside him overflowed. Draco had the impression the wizard had poured out that empty cup himself. 

He wished he could be so stoic… He wished he didn't care. But no, he couldn't shut up these emotions. 

He pulled open drawers until he found the one with eating utensils in it and started organising them within, both to give himself something to focus on and to settle his mind. Stacking the various forks — not proper silver, just mismatched junk that would have made Walburga sniff so hard in disapproval she would have inverted her face — in order of descending size, separating the spoons… It felt better. 

The sound of Harry's footsteps coming down the hall grabbed his attention and he instantly abandoned the task to meet him. Harry hid his hands behind his back when he saw him but smiled. "All right, come on then." 

"Thank you." He didn't even have anything to thank him for, he was just grateful he came back. He discreetly held onto Harry's sleeve with two fingers for some sort of contact. 

Harry didn't notice, or if he did he didn't draw attention to it, but he grinned as he showed what was in his hands — a Slytherin necktie. "This is for you," he said, seeming very proud of himself.

Draco stared it it, making no move to take it from him, and he knew he did not entirely control his look of distaste. 

"Go ahead," Harry encouraged, holding it toward him.

"No, thank you." 

"'No'?" Harry touched his chin, with the tie draped over his fingers, to have him meet his eyes. His eyebrows were raised above his glasses.

"I don't really want that…" he said carefully. 

"Come on." Harry looped it behind Draco's neck and held both ends lightly. "You look sharp." 

"It's a bit perverse, isn't it? We're not kids." 

"I like it." Harry grinned and tugged him closer to kiss him. 

Draco accepted that but didn't reciprocate; he pulled on Harry's sleeve to pull his arm down and bring the tie sliding with it. "Let me correct myself… I really don't want that." He pushed it down and away. "I hated school."

"You loved school." Harry's hands settled on his hips.

"The last two years were literal torture. I was probably the worst person I've ever been in fifth. As for the rest…" He shrugged a little. "I don't imagine anyone's all that proud of who they were when they were eleven."

"Not the ones who've changed, anyway." Harry kissed him lightly again. 

"Mm. So I may have enjoyed being in school then, but I'm not eager to think back on it now."

"I guess I can see that." Harry's hands slid to hold his and pulled them together. "Well, we could take this and make some new memories…" He playfully looped the tie around Draco's wrists. 

When the material closed around his wrists, he instantly forgot about Harry. His world narrowed to that single sensation. A high sound escaped him and he staggered back, struggling against the binding. He couldn't even think thoughts, he was just trapped and that was utterly overwhelming, he couldn't think, he couldn't even breathe—

"Draco!" The tie disappeared and he collapsed against an upended side table, gasping for breath and half-sobbing, trying to hold it in. What was that? Why would he do that? 

Harry crouched down in front of him, reached for his hands, and Draco flinched away, slamming his head into the table.

Harry grabbed his head and held it, turning his face to him. "Hey. Hey! It's okay!" He held his head firmly and looked into his eyes. "You're okay."

His hands were shaking, but he pulled them over his face, struggling to catch his breath.

Harry gently pulled down his hands, and this time he was able to let him. Harry rubbed his hands and then stroked his hand down his hair. "You're okay. What was that?" He touched the spot Draco had hit his head, looked at a smear of blood on his fingers, and brought out his wand to heal it. 

"I don't… I don't know…" He clung to Harry's hands. "I'm sorry…" 

"Shh." Harry hugged him against his chest. "What caused it? Was it the tie? Was it this?" He held one of Draco's wrists, and Draco immediately jerked back, whimpering. "Okay, it's that. It's okay." He let go of his wrist and wrapped his arms around him instead, holding his head against his chest. "It's okay."

It wasn't okay… Why did that happen? Why did he have to be so weak right in front of him like that? It felt like something just snapped in his mind, like the fear that used to come from Harry holding him but somehow even worse, so much worse. How was that even possible? It was just terror out of nowhere.

Harry stood, helping him to his feet and keeping his arm around him. "Here." He pushed a bottle into his hands and helped him hold it. 

Calming Draught. He drank it gratefully and the fear, confusion, and embarrassment pulled away so that he could think. He nodded and held onto Harry's hand. "I don't know what happened." His voice managed to sound reasonable and in control.

"That's fucking weird innit." Harry put his wand away — he must have used it to Summon the bottle — and rubbed his back. They moved down the hall, into the inner sitting room, and Harry swiftly got the fire roaring. Draco hadn't even recognised that he wanted that, but he did. 

"Just sit down for a minute." Harry sat and Draco leaned comfortably against him; Harry's arm was around him, but the necktie was also running thoughtfully over Harry's fingers. 

"You ready to talk about that?" Harry asked in a bit. "Figure out why that happened?"

"No," he said simply.

That terror… He didn't even want to think about it, it still made his mouth dry. He'd never before considered the idea of a phobia of… what, bondage? Was that even possible? He'd suffered the indignity before, in the immediate aftermath of the war, while they were still trying to figure out what to do with Death Eater defectors, and he hadn't freaked out then. Now even the thought of the Wizengamot chair with its chains scared him enough he had to turn his mind away to control himself. What had changed?

He'd changed. Maybe now he was just afraid of everything. Maybe he could only function in a soft room with Harry holding his hand. 

Harry kissed his head. "We do need to figure it out." He shifted his hand to hold onto Draco's wrist, and Draco shut his eyes, holding his breath. "You've had a Calming Draught and I can still feel your heart racing," Harry murmured, kneading his wrist gently between his fingers. "There's something really wrong. You can't go on like this." 

Draco couldn't speak, but his hand trembled in Harry's. Let me go… please let me go…

Harry did let him go, tucking his hand back against his chest, and looped his arm warmly around him again. "I'll figure something out." 

He could just not do that again… Then it would never be a problem. Right?

"You'll be okay." Harry rubbed his chest and looked at the tie.

[simplytrina]

Battle of the Ex's

I've really been thinking of relationships that I've had and what I've learned from them all and what there is to be taken away from them as lessons learned.

More often than I like, I have been thinking back to my last relationship (or the shell of it) and really had to decide what lesson I was supposed to learn from it. What did I actually gain from spending precious amounts of time with a man, who I knew for some time, was stringing me along.

I ended with the relationship that has been a focal point for comparison.

Albert (wow I rarely say his name but not sure why not)

Now my relationship with Albert was not perfect, I basically chronicled the entire thing in several journals that start at 2007 and end around 2012...when I started this blog.

So when I reflect back I know it is not with rose tinted glasses because everything was written down...the good, the bad, the ugly, and the sad.

Ultimately what I gathered from the comparison is this:

I could truly say, if I needed Albert for anything, I was able to call on him and depend on him. Whether it be for a pep talk, or when I needed a new coat for winter, when the season abruptly changed- as they do in Maryland.

I never felt like I was a burden. I do recall only pulling the red lever out of desperation.

I also remember coming to the realization that I could not rely on Albert as a crutch and made the conscious effort that I had to move on. He still sent cards and sent gifts. I guess I knew he cared.

In comparison to Dominique, my most recent ex. We had several conversation and there were times where things didn't add up, but I didn't press the issue. There were times when I needed help and assistance and he was LESS than helpful.

I can't remember what I needed money for, but I asked him for some-and I remember specifically saying "whatever you can spare" and he yelled at me, made me feel horrible, inadequate, and still did NOT give me anything. (to be clear he NEVER was hurting for money...ever).

He also said that he reason for not wanting to take the next step of moving in with me, was because of my "finances" I cried because I was so hurt and did not understand. I did damn well for myself, never asked for help paying rent, car note, NOTHING. But it was all gaslighting because he wanted to cheat in peace.

It was at those moments, that I knew I couldn't ask him for anything and and knew that was bad- and a relationship couldn't flourish like that...and I still stayed.

My mom had two MAJOR surgeries while we were together and BOTH times he could not put his own ego and actions aside to be there for me. The last time, when my mom had open heart surgery and I called (no answer) and texted him as plain as I could "I need you" and he never called back, he simply said (hours later) " what do you need" but the question was lacking care and consideration- he didn't care what I needed. H

My mom had her 1st heart attack while I was with Albert, he absolutely HATED hospitals...but he was there in the hospital with me.

Needless to say, I still think about both ex's -but they way I think of them is totally different.

The light I see them in is totally different. The respect I have for them is TOTALLY different.

Albert- I keep a healthy distance because he is married. I admire him from a distance but I know we BOTH know how hard we worked to be where were are and have what we have. He will always have my respect, love, and genuine support. I am proud of him and who he has become.

Dominique- I am not sure I respect him. I am not sure I actually knew him. I feel like I got flashes of the real person... I believe but I wasn't allowed to get to know him. Everyone makes mistakes but I believe he was intentionally deceiving and that is simply unacceptable. I can't even bring myself to reach out to him... unfortunately, I don't think he is a good person. I do not believe I would be able to reach out to him in a time of need. Despite everything that I did for him. He had good things about him, but for me, and to me- he was not a good person.

In a battle of the ex's...Albert would win. Hands down. No comparision

[entityneo]

We’re still here!

Hi all! I (Mod Migosp)  just wanted to drop a post here explaining a little about what’s going on for this comic.

We have not stopped working on this project; it’s just that the past several months have been crazy between me and Mod NEO. Getting sick with COVID-19, moving, and intense work schedules are some of the things that have affected the pace of our work.

However, I am indeed working on the next scene for Entity NEO! It is mostly finished; it just needs a little more content and some refining. Then I will send it over to Mod NEO and they can begin working their visual magic.

We’ve really appreciated the kind engagement from you while we’ve been gone! Thank you for the nice replies and asks! We intend to answer all the asks soon; we are grateful for your patience.

As always, thank you for joining us as we continue to tell this story that we care so much about. 

We’ll talk to you all again soon!

--Mod Migosp

[kitasfox]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒— kinktober ||

King of Hearts : Now, where do you come from?

Alice : Well, I'm trying to find my way home...

King of Hearts : Your way? All ways here are my ways!

Alice : Yes, I know, but I was just thinking...

King of Hearts : Curtsy while you're thinking. It saves time.

taglist & Kofi & kinktober masterlist

warnings: dubcon <//3 power play, threatening...ness, pet play sheesh, drinking,,, off of the ground ok what about it, calling names, degrading, humiliation, fingering and more <3 fucking obviously

THIS POST IS NSFW! Minors do not interact or I'll bite.

an: October might be coming to an end but I'm still in my second fic <3 idc tho,,, I hope yall like it I really do since I've been running very low on motivation lately

"There's someone in the castle."

Murmurs of a stranger wouldn't leave the hallways lately. A girl, they say, gasps following the statement, like Alice? A human girl?

The moment the girls' name is spoken, an uncomfortable silence falls on the red castle, everyone looking around to see if the king's anywhere near to hear it. The King of hearts' rage is the last thing the castle wishes to see, and he hates- the King hates humans, especially her.

"Don't mention that name," someone would answer each time, spitting on the red-veined marble. "That cursed girl, lets just hope it only a rumor."

It's soon discovered you're no rumor. It's only after a day you're found sleeping between the rose bushes, discovered by a poor royalty who was only taking a closer look on the roses the king's so proud of.

Without mercy, you're tugged and pulled out of the bushes, the thorns gliding against your skin and leaving thin lines of red marks, large plots on your rugged, flimsy piece of dress.

"The king," the five of hearts card man speaks to the other, "take her to the king."

The title has goosebumps running down your spine, you know the king, you have heard many things about the man; how cruel he is, how he can't stand the sight of a human after a girl named Alice had deceived him.

Before you even get to see the man, you're brought to his maids who clean you, dress you in a pretty, blood-red silk, pamper you to look pretty for the man who will kill you.

The king, a man of blind fury, is one of the most terrifying person of the wonderland, one that can't be inconvenienced without someone losing their heads for it, one that feels power from killing people.

"A human," the people of the castle scorn at you as you're brought to the throne room, they look at you not even like a lifeless object, but a curse that has fallen on them, "God save us all."

And for the first time in ever, the people of the castle are begging to hear the king of hearts' favorite words: "off with its head."

The black marble of the rest of the castle continues into the well-lit throne room, the thousands of candles hovering in the air strategically placed to have your gaze first fall on the throne sitting in the middle of the room, and the man sitting on it.

With only one thought staying constant on your mind, you gulp.

He's terrifying.

and he's just as beautiful.

The air of the castle changes instantly as you step in the room, you have never felt this much power ooze from a man alone, where even breathing feels hard under his gaze— twisted and dark, with a matching grin on his lips.

You think you have never seen anyone so deserving of the title, King.

He looks like he's born with the gold crown sitting atop his head; he looks merciless, he looks flawless as he let's out a chuckle, a sound that almost brings you on the brink of crying with terror.

You want to turn around and run, blood freezing in your veins when you realize— its not just you, but everyone in the room is shaking with fear under the king's presence.

But what separates you from them is that you don't only shake with fear— but with a feeling just as sickening and insane: excitement.

Really, how shallow do you have to be to feel something so forbidden for a man like him? Or how insane?

"Is this the girl?" The king speaks from above you, a shiver makes your body shake. With a graceful move of his hands, the gold rings cladding his pale, long fingers glint under the candlelight. "Bring her closer."

A flawless man that looks like a painting from the most talented artists; the king of hearts looks heartless as he watches you get brutally forced onto your knees, right before his feet, enough for him to grasp you with ease with a heartbreakingly beautiful smile.

there's no way you're—

His eyes travel down from your face, to your lips, your neck, lingering on your chest, his grin widening when he sees your nipples hard under the flimsy silk.

The room certainly isn't cold.

"Look at me." he orders, you obey without a second thought, your body feels flushed with excitement— with fear, with a twisted form of lust you see mirrored in his dark gaze, as well.

Fuck. You are insane.

And he's just as insane as you.

There's something wrong with him, the king. He looks mad— but it takes one to know one, doesn't it?

And there really can't be any sane person that would be in the same place as you, her panties damp with lust— just like you.

"A pretty thing, you are," the King mutters as his fingers circle your face, tilting your head to his by forcing you by the jaw, the cold metal of his rings digging into your skin. "Shame."

Oikawa's gaze fixes on your pretty face, looks as if he's waiting for something, to see what you'll do, what you'll do when you learn that your beauty won't save you from the bloody end.

To his disappointment— you don't do anything.

"Aren't you going to beg for mercy?" His lips part in a disappointed frown, you find yourself staring maybe a bit too long at them.

"Is it going to change your mind?" Your voice sounds strained, throat scratchy; you think it's been a while since you even spoke to someone.

The king grins.

"No," Oikawa answers as amusement rings in his voice, fingers tracing your lips, spreading your drool around your face. "but it's entertaining. I like it when a pretty thing like you begs for mercy."

Mortified— not because of his words but by the whimper climbing your throat, you stare at the man with wide eyes, hoping he wouldn't notice—

He knows— you know he does, you know he can tell just how wet you are under your skirt, and he likes it.

"I'm sure you'd wanna make your king happy, wouldn't you? Come on, beg for me."

You keep your quiet as you stare at the marble, trembling with how vulnerable you feel, kneeling before the king.

"No?" He quirks a brow, still laughing at you with a mocking gaze. "Well, then, I'm letting it go this once. There is more than one way to make one beg, after all."

The king makes a hand gesture at the maids, a group of red and white watching you interact with their king with a scornful look on their faces.

One of them come forward, holding a crystal glass full of burgundy liquid, bringing it to the king's pink lips.

His last words are long forgotten as your gaze follows the glass to his mouth, swallowing air at the same time the king sips the delicious-looking wine.

It's taken you rather a long time to realize just how thirsty you are.

But for the king, it's a mere glance to you for him to tell.

"Oh?" Oikawa laughs as you quickly avert your gaze back to the floor, the black marble, bleeding red, reflecting your face to you, clean and pretty with all the pampering you got from his maids. "Or are you thirsty?"

Oikawa gets no answer from you, but the way you lick your lips at the thought of a drink is enough to make his grin widen and his pants tighten.

Oikawa tilts the crystal glass your way, his arm reaching forward, close enough to pour the liquid right into your mouth if you opened it.

You'd look so pretty with your mouth wide open, on your knees, just like that, swallowing his cum instead of this wine—

"Do you want a sip?"

Gasps run around the room as he speaks the words, the king sharing his drink with a captured human girl? The castle might as well start falling on them.

Oikawa is quick to send them a harsh gaze, silencing a room of people without a word— a gaze that was mocking and warm now cold and terrifying, and it makes you shift in your place with some sick form of excitement.

You look hesitant as you part your lips for the man, but you do, a soft gape as your eyes look up to him in silent beg. "Go on," he laughs, "I'm not that cruel."

You take his word as you raise a bit on your knees, his hand sliding on your neck and over your silk dress as you're so close to the glass; you can smell the tangy rose-

He tilts the glass tilts and tilts until you close your eyes, waiting to taste the liquid— and instead hear it spilling.

Your mouth agape, head tilted up— your eyes fly open with shock as you watch the red, crystal wine spill before your eyes— cruelly slow.

"Oh— that's very unfortunate." The man speaks from above you as you watch the wine swirl over the marble, tears of frustration burning in the back of your eyes.

You can't cry, you shouldn't cry— shouldn't show him the weakness, but you needed it so bad and—

Fortunately for you, Oikawa wouldn't let his prisoners die unless it's him ordering them to- lips tweaked into an amused smile as he forces your teary face to lookat his. "Oh— no need to cry. Did you want to drink so bad?"

"Y-yes," you speak before you

His fingers press your cheeks together, forcing eye contact as your lips pucker forward. "I didn't tell you to stop, did I?" He quirks a brow at you, the king of hearts, you think he just might be heartless. "Go on, pretty thing. Drink it."

There it is— that look you give him is what he wanted all this time, widened eyes and a gaping mouth, looking at him with fear, hopelessness, and need.

His eyes are shining with amusement as he watches you lower yourself on the ground, grinning when you look up at him one last time for mercy, but he seems to be enjoying having your face inches away from his feet. "Fuck— aren't you a pathetic little thing?"

It's so humiliating as you push your tongue out and touch it on the surface, fat tears of humiliation dampen your lashes, rolling down your cheeks as the bitter liquid tasting so fucking good—

"It's good isn't it? Are you enjoying this, stupid girl? Enjoying drinking off of my floor?"

You want to stop, you do, you feel so pathetic, so humiliated— so turned on drinking wine off the ground in front of a castle of people watching you, but it's so delicious, your body wouldn't let you stop.

"Just like a stray cat drinking spilled milk." He laughs, pushing his feet forward and nudging your head with it as you drink, hearing you moan— Oikawa wonders if it's to the wine or the situation you're in.

You look so pretty face down ass up, pretty little tongue tasting the wine, spillijg down your face, lines of wine spilling down your neck and dampening your dress— he can't help but think many other things he can do just now, how your tongue would feel around his cock instead, how your pussy would taste, how you'd look obedient and fucked dumb—

"I should make you my pet."

fuck.

"Wouldn't you want that?" He continues, "be a hole for me to fuck into, a pathetic human whore for the mighty king of hearts- isn't that fitting?"

"I'm not a whore!" You cry you try to sound as believable as possible, trying to convince yourself as well, but—

His hands touch your hair and caress it softly, chuckling when you shiver with a silent whimper. "Is that right?" The man quirks a brow at you, a cruel grin on his pretty face, leaning so close that his breath fans on your face. "Does that mean I won't find that pretty pussy wet if I checked? Are you telling me you haven't been enjoying all this like a twisted little girl?"

Words leave your already dumb, empty little brain as you gasp, watching his amusement-filled eyes with an open mouth and a heavy pressure of need in your pussy.

"Exactly what I thought— you are human, after all." Oikawa tuts, hands patting your cheek as if you're not a person but a pet like he calls you.

"My lord, if you want we can take her away—" a card man interrupts your interaction, falling silent when Oikawa frowns, tutting. "And take my only fun away? No."

"You can leave the room, though." He continues speaking to his unwanted audience. "Go fetch the madhatter and have him make a collar for my new pet."

His hands slide down from your hair, wraps around your neck, and smiles. "It should be this big." He shows his hand to the guards, and you realize that your neck is even smaller than his whole hand.

"Yes, your highness." The card man mutters as they leave the room, not looking too keen on leaving their king with a human girl, however.

"Are you done with your drink?" Oikawa smiles at you, his hand wrapped around your neck forcing your head to tilt up until you're staring at the ceiling. "What a messy eater you are."

He sounds disapproving as fingers graze your lips and around it, wiping your drool mixed with wine off of your face. "Don't you have any shame, stupid girl?"

You try to say something he can't hear, your words gurgled and whinelike from his tight grip around your neck, pulling you up until you're high on your knees, reaching almost his face.

Oikawa keeps pulling you higher and higher, until you're losing your balance on your knees and falling forward and until you're desperately opening and closing your mouth for a single breath.

You don't notice him leaning forward, his pretty face so close to your skin when he— you feel something warm and wet against your neck, starting from your chest and licking up a stripe along your skin.

You shiver.

Oikawa can feel the vibrations of your soft whimper on his lips, the way you tremble under his grip, your eyes fluttering when you see his devilish grin. "You're right," he mutters, finally letting your throat go, pulling you on his lap, "it does taste good. But I'm sure you taste better."

His cock pulses right under you, straining on the rich material of his pants, right under where he has you sitting on, and the sheer size of it is enough to send a wave of shiver down your spine.

There it is— the wide eyed look you give him, the soft gasp following it, the way you melt on his lap and finally give in.

"Please—" you plead, finally, finally give the king what he wants and beg. "Please, my King."

Dizzy with need and lust and lack of oxygen, you don't even know what you're begging for, or how you're doing it; words fall of your lips as if he's possessed you to say them.

"There is my good girl," he coos, although sarcastic, it still makes you whine loudly, a whine that turns into a hight pitched scream when he throws you off of your lap and stands up. "Took you long enough, but what else should I expect from a stupid girl like you?"

"—please," you whimper once again, gasping and sniffling as you feel his hands circling your waist, pulling your shaking body off of the ground and against his throne.

The cold metal digs into your skin as he positions your limp body as if you're a useless doll, your face against the seat, pushed by his hands sprawled between your hair and digging into your scalp, your ass up as you stand on your tiptoes.

"Look at this pretty ass," the man laughs behind you, his hand wanders over your skin, bunching your flimsy skirt around your waist and pinching your ass to make you shriek. "I love new toys for me to play with."

Before you can even register his words, a shiver runs down your body when you feel his long fingers hooking on your dainty panties, making you hold you breath and let out a soft gasp when he just barely presses over the damp spot of it.

"So wet for me already?" Oikawa grins behind you, pulling on the elastic and letting it snap back on your pussy. "Excited to be fucked by your king, little girl?"He leans forward, lips grazing the shell of your ear. "Look at you clenching like a whore."

His hand comes down harsh on your ass, the impact making you scream out the moan you were holding back, "nothing like the innocent, pretty little sister, are you?"

You gasp when he mentions Alice, your sister— you remember why you're here, it's because you were looking for her and—

"N—ah!" You mewl as the pads of his fingers pinch your clit, your eyes fluttering close as your mouth slacks open with gasps as he plays with you.

"You're thinking too much, stupid girl." Oikawa grins at you, pushing two of his fingers in your unprepared pussy and making you scream. "Good pets don't think."

You're not a pet, certainly not his, but— "Yes— yes sir!" You sob when his fingers going in and out of you enough to have tears of pleasure fill your eyes.

"There we go— a slow learner, but you still have some brain in there." He chuckles between his groans, his cock straining under his pants as his fingers fucking you, giving him the perfect view of you losing your mind on his fingers. "Drooling like a stupid doll, too, the caterpillar was right— you are fucking tight."

You clench at his words, drool coating the gold of the throne your face rests on, your hands in tight fists as you try to get a grip, your whole body shaking uncontrollably, tears of pleasure and need running down your cheeks.

"Fuck— clenching so much around my fingers— you gonna cum, pretty toy? Are you close?"

"Y-yes, yes I'm—" you barely squeak with your face against the throne, drool and tears already pooling on the metal, you pushing your body back, closer to his fingers and fuck you're gonna cum, you're gonna cum—

"No—!" You let out a blood-chilling scream when he pulls his fingers out and doesn't push them back in, your body on the edge of an orgasm shaking so much that he has to hold you from falling back on the marble. "No, no, no— please, no!"

"Shut up," your king orders you with a warning slap on your ass, "you didn't really think you could cum on my fingers, did you?"

The way your teary eyes glance at him pathetically make his cock twitch against your ass, the tip now grazing against your clenching pussy. You don't answer him, busy with trying to get over the awful feeling of a ruined orgasm, tears running down your cheeks.

"H—ah, fuck," the king groans behind you as he slides his cock only an inch in you, feeling you flutter around his cock like crazy, excited to feel the same you were a few seconds ago, before he had stopped you from coming. "Fuck, relax."

He almost moans the word, it sounds like a plea more than an order, but he's quick to remind you who's in charge with a slap on your pussy. "I told you to relax, stupid girl." He tells you when you let out a pained cry.

He's big.

Huge, really, with how hard it is for him to even push in you, making you gasp out broken screams and moans as he literally splits you open.

You're squirming under him, pain and pleasure running in every inch of your body as you drool and cry over his seat, squirming, screaming as he only has half of his cock inside of you. "Shit—" Oikawa laughs as he finally snaps his hips against yours and bottoms out. Your cry is loud and whiny, choking on the breath you inhaled as your body goes limp for a second.

"What a good pet you are," he's breathless as he pulls back and bottoms out again, making you whimper between your lips you're biting hard enough to bleed. "Taking me so well in that little pussy."

Oikawa doesn't like how you're trying to hide your cries from him, but it's nothing he can't solve with a harsh snap of his hips in you, his cock bulging against your stomach and making you scream.

With the sight of you losing your mind, Oikawa finally picks up his pace, bewildered by the sight of his cock going in and out of you, bulging on your stomach, your pussy trying to stretch and accommodate his size— your moans and cries ring in the throne room, the wet sounds the both of you make mixing with his groans.

Your body trembles over the throne you're bent over, making you push forward with each of his thrusts, your whole body spasming each time he grazes your cervix. Words leave your pretty little brain when he starts going even faster, making you feel dizzy and dumb when his hand finds your clit and starts rubbing it, meaningless words and babbles falling from your mouth as you sob and fuck— you look precious.

Even by your fucked out state, Oikawa can tell you're once again close to cumming, he knows it by the way your whole body squirms under his large one, your hands snapping against the metal of his throne pathetically, legs twitching and giving up as he presses your face harsher against the surface it lays on. "You like my cock, don't you, pretty pet? Look at you going dumber than you already fucking were— fuck!"

The king is no better, just as lost in his pleasure as you are, cock twitching like crazy in you as you keep sucking him in, squeezing around him so fucking much that he— "fuck, I'm gonna cum—"

You can only barely open your eyes to look at the man who has you bent forward like a cheap whore, your king has his head thrown back, facing the air as his chocolate brown strands of hair sticks to his beautiful face, cheeks flushed and eyes lidded, sweat dripping down his chest.

His Adam's apple moves as he gulps harshly, hands pulling you closer on his cock by your waist as he repeats hurriedly— "I'm gonna fucking cum— fuck, fuck, fuck!"

One last time, Oikawa bottoms in you, balls slapping against your wet skin, cock pushing right on your cervix as both a wave of pain and your orgasm runs through your body to rip a loud cry from your chest, your body shaking so much that you would face plant right on the marble that's now wet with your juices, if it wasn't for his tight grip on you.

Before either of you can catch your breath, there is a heavy knock on the wooden door and his card-mans' voice. "We brought what you wished for, your highness." The man speaks from the other side of the door as Oikawa's cock still rests in you, soft thrusts of his hips to fuck his cum further in you and keep you crying with overstimulation.

The door opens to a view with you on the king's lap, your back against his chest for everyone in the room to see your pretty pussy and his cock stuffing it full. None of them even flinch— despite you squirming and sobbing with humiliation. "Stop squeezing my cock so much," your king laughs against your ear, whispering mockingly, "or are you gonna cum just by their eyes on you?"

"The mad hatter offered a gift, too." The five of hearts speaks as he approaches the two of you. In his hands, a pretty leash rests, right next to a—

"A whip!" The king exclaims excitedly, a wicked grin on his beautiful face. "This is why I love the Mad Hatter so much," he sighs, fingers playing with your clit almost mindlessly, as if you're just a stress-ball. "He always knows what I want before I even know I want it. Tell me, what did he say to me having my dick in Alice's sister?"

Your eyes widen at his words, but before you can even react, something cold, hard and tight is wrapped around your neck, choking the words from your lips as it makes you panic with how little you can breathe.

The leash.

"He said," the card man speaks, "that if you have any trouble taming it, he would be more than honored to help your highness, as he did before."