#I used to put the green on pretty much all of his seams but it looked too messy

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A fair payment [W. W.]

Willy Wonka x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

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some minor Wonka spoilers I guess! If you like it, tell me in the comments, that will make me happy :)

“Can you mend it?” Willy asked, carefully holding his emerald green jacket that had the sleeve seam torn.

The boy had arrived a couple of weeks ago to turn the world of everyone present in the laundry upside down and, honestly, you were already beginning to enjoy his presence. You looked in the background at the blackboard that Noodle used at night to give him lessons in the hope that he would learn to read because, according to the girl's words, because of that he was almost eaten by a tiger. But in the man's words, what was important was the almost part. 

However, tonight he had asked you especially to go to his room, because he had a problem that he thought only you could solve.

“I think so, I just have to pass the needle a couple of times” you smiled.

Since your arrival Mrs. Scrubbit had used your sewing skills for her own benefit, because after all you had ended up in that mess trying to save a little to be able to buy the necessary materials to make a pretty dress that would be worth enough to advance in the business. Although, obviously, that had not been possible.

"Thank you! I'm afraid that's my only jacket."

“It will be ready in no time. I’ll just go to my room and come back, okay?” you said kindly, placing the garment in the boy's lap and earning a sweet smile from the aforementioned.

Just as Willy had his little briefcase for his chocolates, you had your own, full of threads, needles, and buttons, which you just had to grab from the floor to get everything you needed. When you arrived back you settled at the little table and he remained attentive to your every movement, pulling out a chair so he could observe what you were about to do.

“There was a boy on the ship who helped me with these things,” he began to tell you, keeping his curious nose on your shoulder “But I never thought about learning. You know, for when I had to be alone”

“Well, it's lucky you ended up here. We are a curious collection of workers,” you murmured ironically, referring to all the people gathered there against their will by the work of fate "What did you do on the ship?"

"Cook. Mostly sweet things, but I also know a couple of useful non-chocolate-related recipes. I was the chef,” he said, and you laughed at the exaggerated way he pronounced the last bit.

Willy began to tell you about some of the adventures he had had on the high seas and you listened attentively as the tip of the needle went in and out to join the fabric. It only took a few minutes to get his clothes looking like new, taking the liberty of repairing other places that also needed it.

“Put it on,” you asked, trying not to look at him too much when he did so or pay attention to the way the jacket fit him perfectly.

"It is perfect! You can't even tell it was torn, huh?” he said with emotion, feeling with his hands as much as he could. “How much do I owe you?”

“Oh, it's nothing.”

“I insist,” the man murmured. His curly hair bounced across his cheeks as he sat next to you and he lifted his small briefcase off the floor, opening it to reveal all the little bottles of ingredients. “Your talent for mine. It's a fair exchange."

You had to admit that the chocolates you had eaten were a complete delicacy, but a part of you didn't want to get used to that luxury or you knew that when Willy was gone you would miss his sweetness. In the literal and figurative sense.

Locked in that laundry it was impossible to meet many people your age and Noodle was your greatest company, as if he were a little sister to you. But now that he was there, there was a certain happiness in chatting with him, much more now that his ingenious mind had devised a way to get you out of there even if it was just for a few hours to see the light of day and get coins from the sale of the chocolates to free you of the enormous debt to Mrs. Scrubbit.

“What flavor do you want to try today? Do you want me to add some unicorn skin glitter? Rays of sunlight from a twilight on the seashore? Tears of an African crocodile?”

“Just give me something you think I need,” you replied softly.

Willy thought about it for a moment, because it wasn't the kind of answer he would have expected. What was he supposed to give you that night? A little hope? Happiness? Nostalgia? It was difficult to decide.

Through his bright eyes you watched him reflect and just a second later his hands began to work. You noticed there was a hint of mischief in his smile as he poured milk, chocolate, and the contents of a couple of jars into the processor, glancing at you from the corner of his eye from time to time.

“What are you going to do when we get out of here?” he asked suddenly, not neglecting the tasks.

“Working in a sewing workshop, I guess.”

“Why don't you open your own fashion house?” Willy suggested carefreely, as if it were a very easy thing to do, “You are a great dressmaker.”

“And you are a great dreamer”

“It's my best quality,” he exclaimed, almost offended. You waited a moment before answering.

“I just don't think it's that simple. It requires effort, time, and a lot of money…”

“We will have everything,” he interrupted you, with that optimism that characterized him. Suddenly he stopped what he was doing and one of his hands traveled to take yours. “When I open my factory, we will all be able to fulfill our dreams. And you are going to have a fashion house, I promise you.”

“You make a lot of promises,” you responded, blushing.

“And he planned to fulfill them all. I always do it"

Maybe there was something about the softness of his grip on your hand or perhaps the sparkle in his eyes that made you look away out of sheer nervousness. He seemed to be good and innocent, to the point that he probably didn't even realize how close he was to you or how inappropriate the position would be if Noodle ever walked in.

A tap interrupted your moment and then he abruptly pulled away, excited to show you the product he had just made. It was a pretty circular candy that was bright pink and seemed to be emanating smoke from the inside.

"What's that?"

“You'll have to try it to find out,” he murmured, as he extended the treat in your direction.

You had to admit that you were somewhat curious to discover what the man was offering you, so you took it between your fingers carefully, and even under his watchful gaze you took a bite.

At first it tasted like ordinary chocolate, but then it took on a strange tone, which made you feel a certain warmth in your chest that spread to your cheeks. It was a most pleasant feeling, like bubbly joy combined with the embarrassment of a hug.

You thought for a moment about what flavor that could be, without any success, until after a few seconds you realized that it wasn’t a flavor in itself, but a feeling, an experience... Was it love that Willy had given you?

“How does it taste?”

“Yummy,” you responded, covering your mouth so he wouldn’t see the wet chocolate on your tongue, but also to hide your smile “Delicious, actually. What does it contain?”

“A special and secret ingredient”

"Oh, come on! Aren’t you going to tell me?”

“I just want to know if I got it right,” he murmured and you frowned slightly, not understanding him “About what you asked for. Did I give you something you needed?”

You had to bite your lip to keep from smiling again, your cheeks feeling hot from the simple fact that he was looking at you. You thought that this could even be a love potion that you had consumed without thinking about it, just because he was the one who was offering it to you.

“We could say yes”

“We're even, then,” he exclaimed as he waved the sleeve of his jacket and you nodded in amusement, eating the rest of the chocolate he had made for you.

A yawn leaving your lips made you aware of how exhausted you were and although you didn't love the idea, you knew it was time to leave.

“It's late, I should go to sleep before we wake anyone up.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Willy said quickly, getting up from his seat to accompany you to the exit. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Rest,” you said kindly, and, gathering courage, you leaned forward a little to say goodbye with a hug that he gladly returned.

As you walked down the hall to your shabby, damp room, you thought that it probably wouldn't have even taken a love potion to fall for the charms of the pleasant chocolatier. You just needed one of his smiles.

[milkiangl]

hi there !! i saw you were in need of requests so i was wondering if i could request ellie x reader with a hand kink? maybe with a splurge of choking in there as well? i’m so obsessed with ellie’s hands omfg they’re just so pretty and i just KNOW her hands would make for the best necklace ever <3

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader.

warnings: smut! choking kink, thigh riding, dirty talk, praising, dom/top!ellie, sub/bottom!reader, overstimulation, use of feminine nicknames, a few hints of degradation if you squint.

note: you’re so so right omg hello!! i could just kiss your genius genius brain right this nanosecond! the hippocampus section of my brain is filled with just images of ellie’s tattoo and her veiny hands alone!!! (´ω｀*)

“Ellie, s’too much!”

Already sensitive from completing two orgasms, Ellie continued to rock your exposed pussy against her jean-clad thigh. Electric shockwaves traveled through the coarse of your nervous system as you writhed beneath her strong grip, only causing her to tighten her grasp on your hips.

“Poor baby,” Ellie tsked in a fake sympathetic tone, one of her hands coming up to grasp your chin as she continued her assault on your puffy clit; your dizzy head involuntarily leaving the crevice of Ellie’s neck and instead meeting her pair of haunting green irises. “weren’t you just begging me to take care of your achy cunt? Now you’re whining about how you can’t take it.”

All you could do was release an incoherent mewl from the depths of your shaky throat, your eyelids becoming severely heavy from the familiar feeling of euphoric bliss on the near horizon bubbling inside you yet again.

Ellie’s hand advanced to the span of your neck, wrapping her  digits around the extent of it. “Come on, honey. Always so good f’me, aren’t you? Give me one more. Please. Just one more. Make a mess all over my thigh, know you can do it.”

The slight pressure Ellie was putting on your windpipe mixed with her words was enough to send you over the edge and stars to cloud your vision; sensitive bundle of nerves rocking against the seam of her pants perfectly.

A string of moans and incomprehensible babbling left your bitten raw lips, body shaking uncontrollably as Ellie guided you through your mind-numbing feeling of ecstasy.

“That’s it. Look at you.” She cooed, her veiny hand still wrapped around the expand of your neck as she scooped her other middle and ring fingers beneath you to collect your juices; the contact making you twitch in her clutch with a gasp.

Shoving her digits into your awaiting mouth to clean up the mess you had made, your tongue caressed and traveled the length of her mesmerizing fingers as Ellie gazed at you in utter admiration and awe. “My good fucking girl.”

© 2023 milkiangl | comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[mrsoharaa]

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-` MDNI +18 CONTENT; Slight sexting(?), facetime teasing(?), doggystyle, face shoving, satosugu (x reader), sub!gojo, dom!geto, slightly mean geto (towards gojo) if I missed anything please let me know! '-

Receiving a lascivious pic of Satoru wearing his blindfold, hands tied behind his back and bent forward while Suguru pushes his head down into the foamy mattress beneath him, hips roughly connected with a text beneath it saying "He's been mouthing off to me all day today, it was quite a nuisance...come get your man 🙄" had taken you by surprise, was an understatement.

But you can't help but emit such a small giggle, one that brewed with immense amusement and titillating arousal seeping into your fluttering stomach. You'd nibble softly onto your bottom lip, squishing your thighs together to prevent any excess wetness to pool out from your thin panties. Your fingers hastily roll over the keyboard, all while admiring the filthy image flaunting on your screen.

"I mean this is SATORU we are talking about Suguru...plus, he's your man too (he was your man first babe btw) 😘 and it looks like you're doing a splendid job of putting him in his place (shutting him up lmao). Good job, much applause 🤗👏" another giggle erupts from your lips, a warm tingling feeling searing into your body.

Suguru couldn't help the growing smile seaming onto his cheeks, while holding the phone close to him and typing away, he couldn't help but roll his hips rhythmically into Satoru with a collecting, precise tandem. Earning a few muffled groans and hisses in between thick sheets and fluffed pillows.

"Haha, you're absolutely right angel...and thank you, apparently he likes to be folded over and stuffed...also, keep on with the praising, I think it's doing something for the both of us pretty girl 🖤" the grin on Suguru's face continued to widen, a wave of heat flourishes across his perfectly silky skin. A clash of hounding arousal swimming directly to his hips, bucking them into Satoru that much deeper, harder.

God, how much you've missed your two idiots. And how much they've missed you.

Even away on tedious missions, they knew how to stir up the unwavered feelings that swells inside of you with insatiable temptation and longing. Especially with Suguru's way of words.

"Oh? is the great polite and suave Suguru begging me to throw in some more praises? 👀" Sent. A cheeky smirk stains your cheeks, thighs growing warm, pushing more intently against each other.

Suguru exhales a deep, collective baritone chuckle, typing away on his glowing device in his clasp. How cute, he thinks, and ever so bold of you.

"Keep it up sweetheart and I'll show you just how "polite" I'll be once I return from this mission...but yes" a low groan simmers deep at Suguru's chest, the tightening feeling of Satoru's hole snugging around his throbbing length oh so deliciously, hips rocking back into Suguru with dire desperation and need.

And as Satoru tears his pretty, sweaty messy face that coated with nothing but a gaudy expression, moving along with Suguru's hand deeply entangled through his soft snow tresses, Suguru's phone began to ring. The familiar tune of facetime bouncing through the darken room, into their ears.

"Ah, just in time, here look Satoru, tell your pretty wife how snarky you were being today" Suguru leans forward to Satoru's level, pressing onto the green answering button and angling the phone to his fucked out expression to be met with your luminous face on the other side of the screen.

Glossed over eyes of olympic blue hazes over towards the brighten screen, a streak of drool streaming down the corners of his polished lips.

"Oh Toru, always being the snarky smart ass...now look where that got you" you clicked your teeth, a tender, playful smile knitting on your face.

"N-No...Suguru's jus' m-mean and s-spiteful" Satoru manages to spur words, voice lilt with overstimulation and bliss. Pretty eyes rolling back into the foggy mess of his head, grunting more heavily with a impervious smack of Suguru's hips slapping into him with a piercing thrust. Shoving his head back down into the drenched fabric of the foamy pillows with a ruthless motion, forcing his back into a deep arch as much as he could, to take in all of Suguru's thick length.

A feeble, low chortle pitters off from your tongue from over the phone, watching the intensity in Suguru's pace accelerate more rapidly with each ravenous thrust. You bring your left hand up to gently nibble onto your pointing finger nail, soaking in the delightful sight of Satoru getting his back literally blown out by a surprisingly calm and sweetened Suguru. The image of Suguru's handsome face coming into view.

"You're being mean Sugu" you smile graciously, he scoffs with a pulling smile in return, gazing down at the moaning mess of a man withering below him.

"No, he's just being mouthy brat" Suguru inhales a breath, slurring out a slipped swear from his flushed lips as he feels Satoru's walls clench around him, insinuating a sensational heat to blossom in the pit of your stomach. Still softly chewing onto your bottom lip, you were finally met those beautiful pair of byzantium. A lulling familiar grin festering against his lips, followed by a weighted breath.

"So...about those praises my love, want to help your loving husbands out, hm?"

Oh, how could you say no to them?

[elderwisp]

Outfit Breakdown:

Here's a look into everyone's outfits and makeup! I might break down these scenes in the future as some of them will be incredibly relevant to certain arcs.

✩ Starting with Dan, I wanted to go with a really laidback attire. Dan is seen in a pair of vans, a cropped tank top and loosely styled hair. However! Since she is hosting, she threw on a tie and some slacks to look presentable. Meanwhile with the the makeup, I opted for a 60s style eyeshadow and eyeliner combo, I felt like it brought a lot of attention to the eyes, something I'm sure Ares could appreciate. As for Kai, I kept the green color scheme as I resonate that color with him. His cross is seen loosely around the neck with a nice button up opened just enough to show his chest. As for his makeup, there was some flecks of blue and green sparkles as well as two lines of blue and green intertwined. That was more of a symbolism of him and Atlas being two threads connected. After his evening with Alex, the colors blend to a teal until finally he rubs it all off before his conversation with Taryn.

✩ Gum and Syx's hair colors feel complimentary to one another as one is pastel pink while the other is a pastel blue. Gum really speaks through her clothing as she feels most confident in alternative attire. Meanwhile, Syx dresses in much more pastel clothing, she really likes to show off her fit figure. Gabriel (looks v pretty here btw) came in a comfortable streetwear attire. He likes to save a lot of the flashier outfits for gigs and bar hoping but is typically seen in casual yet stylish clothing. Ares on the other hand came in a very sleek outfit as well as some chromatic eyeshadow to match. Too bad those pockets didn't hold a lighter in there.

✩ BOOF! I opted for warmer colors for Icarus, picking a comfy leather jacket and some broken in jeans. I wanted it to feel down to earth and inviting. Meanwhile for Frances, there were a lot of textures in their clothing as well as sparkles reminiscent of tears on their eyes. Their whole scene in this arc did not go as planned, originally there was supposed to be a misunderstanding and while at the time it worked (their kiss at the arcade wasn't cannon at that point) the more I read it, I was like this doesn't suit them in the state that they're in. I love the way things played out, the more it sat with me, the more bittersweet things felt and I just knew I made the right choice. Icarus throughout the scene tried to help ground Frances in the present whereas Frances felt incredibly overwhelmed by the distress of it all. So I really wanted to reflect that through their clothing.

✩ Ah, hello Rowan. There's a lot of symbolism to Rowan's attire. I'll probably touch base on it more in the future but some key items! He has not kept up with bleaching his hair that stark white he's normally seen with. His charcoal eyeshadow with the two lines intensified his eyes while his clothes had a bit of a mesmerizing patter to it. He understands how to use his appearance to pull people in. Meanwhile, Atlas's was what I like to call fashionably disheveled, his eyes covered in messily applied eyeshadow and glitter. His shirt had pins as if it was barely holding together the seams, sorta reminiscent of his mental state. Seeing Rowan definitely added to that. We probably won't see Atlas for a while as I'm sure he has plenty to think about. Putting the two together, they're incredibly similar with the pallets and patterns chosen. If Taryn and Atlas are two separate, parallel lines, Rowan and Atlas are two people sitting on the opposite side of the same line.

[legendaerie]

Free Numby Sewing Pattern!

This is a collaboration with Hologramo (Instagram and Etsy) and is of moderate difficulty, intended for people with some understanding of sewing patterns, fabric grain, etc. The pattern can be used for a plushie or for the muppet-style puppet shown above!

FABRIC: I used shiny performance stretch fabric for all elements except the shell, which I made from white cotton knit and heat transfer vinyl. Fleece also worked well in testing, so minky and other similar fabric should work as well. I do NOT recommend cotton weave (muslin, quilting cotton, etc) because that test was much too rigid for my purposes as a muppet. You'll need about 3/4ths of a yard of black fabric, 1/2 yard of white, and 1/3 yard of gold and purple each.

STUFFING: If you're doing a plushie, you will only need Polyfill or other stuffing, but if you're doing a puppet I used a bit of Polyfill for the throat/ears/legs plus upholstery foam in 1/4 inch and 1 inch thicknesses.

The pattern:

Scale the above image to whatever size you need (Paint, not Paint 3D is an easy tool to print at 150% size or more) and print it out on your computer. (Mine I think scaled to six pages?) Cut out each piece, taping pieces that printed on multiple pages together, and lay it as so on FOLDED FABRIC with the salvage edge at the bottom of the image.

Cut out each of the shapes above (giving you two mirrored pieces of fabric) and a second set of two for the teeth and ears. You'll also want a second set of shell fabric if you're making this a puppet or want more dimension in the back.

Side, belly, and both legs should be in black fabric, teeth and ears should be in gold, and shell should be white.

THE BODY

Begin to line up the seams by matching up the colored lines - deep blue is where the belly and the side meet, for example - with the right sides (the pretty sides) of the fabric together. I recommend sewing the front and back pieces of each leg together first (leaving the large hole at the top) then one belly to one side as illustrated below (rough sketch).

Now, you'll want to ease the front and back legs into the green and blue holes illustrated above. You might need to just barely snip along the fabric of the legs, or gather them, but the end result should give you legs that are not quite flat. If you're having trouble, I recommend watching a tutorial on sewing puffed sleeves - it's a very similar process.

With your arms sewn in, you can now sew the two belly seams together! Leave a large gap in the center of the belly (between the legs) if you're making a puppet - this is where your hand will go.

PUPPET STEPS ONLY: Now is when you will need to stuff the legs! Fill with Polyfill or other fluffy stuffing to the desired density, then cut a circle of scrap fabric and sew it on the other side of the leg hole to stop the stuffing from slipping out. You need to do this to keep the body cavity empty, while also ensuring the legs look properly filled. Here is a picture of what the 'bottom half' of Puppet!Numby looked like with his legs fluffed:

The white are the circles of scrap fabric that keep the leg fluff contained.

You can do the ears and teeth now, too; just put two mirrors pieces together, right sides together, sew most of the way through then turn inside out. I stuffed my teeth with upholstery foam cut into pyramid-like shapes and my ears with a front piece of 1/4 inch foam and backed with Polyfill, but it's up to you how to do these. Set the teeth and ears aside for now.

THE SHELL

The reason I did the white shell in cotton was because I wanted to iron on the decals for Numby, and polyester glitter stretch does not want to take HTV (heat transfer vinyl) very well. Sew the two pink seams on the back together, leaving the keyhole open.

Sew your shell pieces together first, then make your HTV pattern of it of paper and make sure things line up. Unfortunately, due to image limits on Tumblr (and losing the pattern pieces) I can't put the pattern for his markings here. Iron on the decals (on one shell side, if you cut out two sets) before moving to the next step!

PUPPET STEPS ONLY: Now is when you make your first cut with foam! Cut two pieces of the back pattern in 1/4 inch thick upholstery foam and glue the two middle seams together at an angle so that the foam forms an arched/dome shape. (Mine looked like a horseshoe crab.) I used the E6000 fabric glue. Trim any sharp edges smooth, then use the foam as a 'filling' for a sandwich of the shell pieces. If you need more advice on working with foam, I recommend looking up fur suit head tutorials or videos from drag queens discussing how to make padding. You need foam, not Polyfill, to make a shape that holds together when the body cavity is empty.

THE FILLING

If this is just a plushie, now is when you can sew most of the shell to the lower half of the body, add the teeth and the ears, and stuff like most any plushie. For the puppet though... your work is just starting.

If you want to make this a puppet, you'll need to make a mouth out of cardboard with a scored hinge, and straps for your fingers and thumb out of duct tape. There's tutorials elsewhere for how to make a Muppet-style puppet elsewhere and this is already HILARIOUSLY long, so check those out. I recommend adding a little narrow piece of cardboard on the top, just past where the pads of your fingers sit, to help 'grip' the puppet mouth when manipulating it. This can just be taped on.

Once the mouth is assembled, sew 3/4th of one side of the shell to one side of the belly/side piece we made earlier, leaving space but the nose for the mouth to be glued in. It'll look almost like a clam, with the white shell piece as the top hinge and the belly/side/legs as the bottom hinge. Cut a ~5 inch wide strip of your 1 inch thick foam and form a large 'ring' inside Numby right around where his front legs sit. It needs to be a continuous piece because we'll be relying on the tension of the foam wanting to lay flat but being forced into a ring to give us structure. Trim the sharp edges, glue the ends together, and pin the legs to the foam to help it dry in place.

Above is an image of me grabbing the foam circle - note that the 'throat' and 'belly' are totally empty.

Use more foam to fill out the sides of the puppet, again placing the pieces behind the legs to coax them to stick out. I also put a little bit of foam under Numby's chin where the fabric sticks out - glue that piece to the cardboard just past where your thumb rests on the lower jaw mechanisms. Hand-sew the other side but leave the snout open. Below are some more photos of the hollow inside, showing the upholstery foam (white and green)

For the ears on the puppet, I cut a single long piece of heavy-gauge wire I had laying around into a U shape, carefully bending the cut ends so that they were no longer sharp. Cut tiny slits in the white shell fabric at the front of where you want your ears to sit. Thread this wire into one ear, then through the hole in the shell. Glue/tape the bend of the U to the outside top part of the cardboard jaw, then repeat on the other side with the other ear.

Handsew the ears to the white shell, the teeth to the lower jaw of the puppet, and attach the puppet mouth to both top and bottom. Glue on the purple fabric to the ears and the inside of the mouth, and there you go!

Please feel free to reach out with questions! Happy sewing!

[cthulhusstepmom]

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

ITS BEEN STARING US IN THE FACE THIS ENTIRE TIME COMRADES WE'RE FOOLS

GHOST IS THE MOTHERFUCKING HEADLESS HORSEMAN

imagine with me a monster au

Price: gargoyle. stony skin, nigh impenetrable but pieces can snap off. he lost a horn that way. during the day he's restricted mostly to the indoors or he'll turn into a statue. he has wings he most definitely has wings. he smokes because he likes the tickle of it and he despises getting wet cause it makes his joints ache and his skin swell. he eats a balanced diet, mostly birds and the occasional green thing(he prefers moss) and he needs to swallow rocks to help him digest.

Gaz: naga. I like the idea of him being a sassy little rattlesnake. he does have venom but he can control it so it's not like he's gnawing on a steak with enough punch to knock out a platoon. he does swallow prey whole, it's really fucking disconcerting, and he eats like once a week. not completely cold blooded but much below room temperature and he gets really slow. he gets crabby in the winter because nagas naturally hibernate. nagas will only bite as a last line of defense because their fangs are actually pretty fragile in comparison to most real snakes.

Soap: amalgamation(think Frankenstein's monster). he's technically undead but it's kind of confusing because he is a completely separate person than any of his parts (legislation on this is a bitch and it flip flops every election cycle). amalgamations are usually not purposely made, they can happen just about anywhere, usually in morgues, funeral homes, or graveyards(lots of them crawl out of mass graves). no one has ever seen an amalgamation naturally come together, despite hundreds of years of trying (the magic works with Toy Story rules) but they can also be purposely made(very fucking illegal and unethical). a lot of times amalgamations are pretty off-putting, most undead are, but Soap is just like the best parts of everybody crammed into one package. and he's trans cause I said so and it's thematic.

Ghost: people jokingly call him a horseman of the apocalypse but oh if only they knew. no one is quite sure what Ghost is, bets are mostly on amalgamation because of just the sheer number of scars he has when people catch a glimpse; it can look like he's literally sewn together(natural amalgamations have smooth seams, made amalgamations are usually sewn or stapled). those who know are aware that Simon Riley went missing as a human man and returned as Something Else. he was beheaded before they buried him, in a world of monsters Manuel Roba isn't going to take risks, kicked his head into the coffin with him before nailing it down and shoving it back into the earth. but now his head is gone, destroyed, ripped to bloody pulpy, bits, instead of his traitorous commanding officer, Ghost used his own jaw in his desperation to escape the grave as a newly wakened undead. everyone wants to see what's under the mask, see behind the black pits of the skull, but the ringing hollow truth is that there's nothing there. and there can't be, not anymore. he doesn't eat, but he will absorb the energy of those around him and it can affect his mood if there are strong emotions. over the years he's learned to control it, to only take a little from everyone but he can siphon all the energy out of a person (if they don't have much his power literally starts burning fat to convert it and consume it, it withers you from the inside out).

I will be writing this stay tuned

[thesugarclubs-blog]

The Bet - AU Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: Avengers party, enemies to lovers (secret feelings), smut, confessions, 18+

word count: 9.4k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1294338752-the-bet-holly

Authors note: This was an extra special one-shot written in celebration of our Mayor @woolfhoundsss birthday! We hope you enjoy it as much as we loved writing it!

Masterlist

“Holly?” Tony asked as he knocked on the door to her room. “Party’s starting in ten minutes, and you’re the woman of the hour, so don’t keep everyone waiting!” There was a small pause. “Barnes is really mad about that pink sweater, by the way.”

Holly rolled her eyes. She told him she could make that shot, and that he was going to lose. Bucky was the one who pushed her, with that stupid fucking cocky smirk of his. She hated it when he smiled at her like that– usually because it was followed up by some snarky comment or an insult. 

Barnes was a real piece of work, and that was putting it nicely. More recently, Tony had been pushing them to work together. Well, forcing was more like it. He said it would be good for Bucky to work with someone other than Sam. Or Steve. But Bucky saw it as a chance to “show her the ropes” like she didn’t spend years in the military and knew just about as much as he did.

“Well, he lost the bet,” Holly replied with a grin. “He knew what he was getting into.”

“Rocket’s making fun of him. Said he looks like his grandma’s couch.” Tony sounded amused. She could almost see him smiling in her mind’s eye. It made sense, Tony’s favorite pastimes were micromanagement and insulting anyone who breathed in his direction.

She raised an eyebrow and looked over at her closed door.

“Rocket is making fun of him, or you’re making fun of him?”

There was a pause.

“Both of us– anyway, hurry up!” She could hear him clap his hands. “I want to see how many Asgardian ales it takes to get Steve to start singing Journey!”

“I’m on it!” She laughed as she smoothed out her dark green dress, smiling at herself in the mirror. It was her party, her first year as an Avenger, and Barnes lost the bet. “Happy birthday to me.”

She could hear the music before she’d even made it out of the elevator and into Tony’s self proclaimed ‘Rager Room’.

“There she is!” Sam beamed as he waited by the door for her entrance, suited and booted in his favourite velvet jacket. ‘Looking ever the birthday goddess.” 

“Thank you, Sammy.” Holly replied softly as she looked around the room with narrowed eyes, “where’s Barnes? I wanna really experience the pink before I’m too drunk to comprehend anything.”

Sam gestured over his shoulder to the far back corner of the room.

Holly followed the direction and spotted the grumpy assassin sitting on a couch, Peter Parker sitting next to him. He looked extra irritated today, though if it was the fuzzy pink sweater, or whatever story Parker was telling him, she wasn't sure.

It was probably both, to be fair.

She sauntered over to where they were sitting and clapped her hands on Bucky's broad shoulders when she came to a stop behind the couch. 

Holly leaned down so her face was level with his, feeling his muscles tense beneath her hand she smiled.

"Hey Parker, doesn't Barnes look awfully pretty in pink?"

“A word and your face meets the floor, Parker.” Bucky stared at him and Holly could see Peter swallowing down his fear. 

“Don’t be like that, Barnes. A bet is a bet. You can’t always win-“

With a quick motion, his metal hand grabbed her hand that was still touching his shoulder and pushed it away. 

“Rude.” Her head was still on one level with his and she could feel his hot breath on her face.

“Make me wear this again and I’ll show you rude.” 

She couldn’t take him seriously in that sweater so all she said was “Can’t wait” followed by a devilish smirk.

Bucky scoffed and crossed his arms, biceps bulging stretching the seams, a stony look on his face. Holly snorted and stood up. 

“Well I’m gonna get a drink, now that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed this moment,” she grinned and walked away.

Sauntering up to the bar, Holly couldn't suppress her grin as she ordered. Seeing all six and a half feet of James Barnes wrapped in fuzzy pink cashmere made the weeks of eye rolling and asshole comments totally worth it. The way it hugged the muscles of his arms and shoulders didn't hurt either, but Holly shook her head to remove that particular thought.

The bartender slid Holly her drink, something holiday themed and minty that she never would have ordered otherwise. Holly sipped on the tiny cocktail straw as she watched the festivities around her, bouncing her head a little to the music thumping overhead. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear Steve's booming laugh as Sam told some story she's sure he's added some extra details too. 

"What's up, birthday baby?" Kate exclaimed in a sing-song voice as she hopped up onto the barstool beside Holly, her shimmery jumpsuit catching the sparkling lights. She grabbed the cherry from Holly's drink, tossing it up in the air and catching it perfectly between her ruby red lips before chewing. "You know, the Sergeant in that Pepto Bismol monstrosity really is the gift that keeps on giving."

Holly practically snorted as she took another sip of her cocktail. “I give him half an hour before he gets sick of this and leaves.”

Kate squinted her eyes at her fellow Avenger, focused. She could see the gears in her head working overtime to come up with something snarky. Parting her lips, she stuck her tongue out and revealed the cherry stem - with a perfect knot tied in it. 

Kate smirked and let the stem fall onto the bar top, while Holly couldn’t help but smile. Kate had grown to become one of her best friends here- and it didn’t hurt that there wasn’t a hundred year age gap between them. 

“Barnes won’t stop giving you murder eyes, you know,” Kate said plainly, calling the bartender back over with her hand. “One of you might not make it out of here tonight.”

"Oh please," Holly rolled her eyes, as she swirled her drink around the glass. "Barnes may hate me, but he was still raised in the '40s, he wouldn't ruin a lady's birthday party no matter how miserable he is" Her eyes darted over to the brooding man, and smirked at him, sending him a cheeky wink that caused his metal fist to clench. 

Stark's parties were always fun in their own way, but seeing her fellow Avengers let loose and actually relax was her favourite part. This time though, seeing Barnes decked out in a soft pink sweater with his dark hair tucked into a bun, just scowling at everyone, was the best birthday present she could have ever asked for. 

"Whatever you say" Kate chuckled, grabbing her glass and clinking it with Holly's.

“So what’s the vibe tonight babe?” Holly asked, swallowing her mouthful of liquid candy cane. “Drinking, dancing, karaoke…?”

She wiggled her eyebrows, making her friend giggle. Kate put her hand over her mouth to avoid a drink catastrophe.

“Whatever the birthday girl desires,” she finally managed to reply.

“Oh, I got some ideas…” Holly smirked.

Just as she was about to reveal her birthday plans, Tony cut the music and started tapping his glass. 

“Alright everyone, listen up! It’s Holly's birthday but since it’s my tower, my money, and my idea, I get the first speech. So get comfy.” 

Everyone moved to the circle of couches, chairs and floor around the main coffee table with drinks in hand, Holly taking the throne-like velvet chair Tony had delivered just for the occasion.

Holly grinned as her eyes landed on Bucky watching as he rolled his own and took the angriest swig of beer she’d ever seen. The scowl on his face only filled her with more glee. 

“About a year ago,” Tony started, “this pain in my ass walked through those front doors,” he smirked glancing down at her, “and at first I wasn’t sure about bringing her on, but it was one of the best decisions I’ve made.” 

Holly smiled up at him until a scoff filled the small silence. She knew exactly who it came from. She didn’t have to turn her head to know Bucky was grinning like an asshole.

That shit eating grin he knew damn well of made her want to roll her eyes back so far she could never see light again. 

Tony sighed and paused before speaking as if his thoughts were hard to come out in words. “To be honest, I never knew when she walked through those doors that she was the perfect addition to our team, even more, a close friend.” He lifted his glass with a big smile. “Cheers to more years together and to our Holly!”

Everyone followed up with his words and clinked their glass together. When she turned to Bucky, she noticed that he was already holding out his glass to her. 

She looked up to his icy blue eyes as he spoke softly, almost a whisper if he was afraid for the others to hear through their chatters. That same shit eating grin on his face and excitement that swallowed his eyes. 

Damn him.

“Happy Birthday Holly Jolly.”

Holly chuckled lightly at that nickname, his grin grew brighter until the corner of his eyes crinkled. Oh, how much she wanted to smack that grin off his smug fucking face.

"Thanks, Peppa Barnes," Holly said referring to the cartoon pig she caught Peter laughing over a few days ago.

His face changed with an expression of confusion. 

"I don't know what the hell a "Peppa" is but you're gonna pay for making me wear this monstrosity." he gritted out. 

Somewhere near them, Sam was making grunting pig noises.

"You're toast, Holly." Holly heard Bucky say before she burst into laughter.

Holly took a sip of her champagne and stood up. “I just want to say thank you to everyone for making me feel part of the team so quickly.  It has definitely been an amazing year, so here’s to another fun one. Let’s get this party started!” She said raising her glass above her head.

Holly heard a chorus of ‘whoop whoops’ come from Sam, Kate and Peter.

With the end of her toast, Holly pounded back what was left of her drink and set the glass down, with the alcohol coursing through her bloodstream she was feeling more confident than usual. The kind of unbridled, hot rush of confidence that begged her to see how far she could push Barnes tonight. She wiggled in her tight green dress, sinking back into her chair and crossing her legs so the bottom of her black Louboutin heels showed to the room. 

"I have a birthday wish," she hummed proudly, "just one!" She laughed as the room of superheroes grew uncomfortable, "I want to hear Bucky and Steve sing Don't Stop Believin’." 

"No," Bucky and Steve chimed at the same time. 

"You save the world a thousand times but you aren't man enough to sing some Journey," Holly smirked at Bucky, leaning forward in her chair and stealing what was left in his glass. The whiskey burned going down but she held her stare with the super soldier.

Steve blushed and sipped his drink while Holly's eyes narrowed and she playfully scrunched up her nose, refusing to break eye contact with Bucky. 

"Come on, it's my birthday. I only get one a year."

"Yeah, and I never said I had to be nice to ya, darlin'." 

The nickname stirred something in her. It made her heart race and her cheeks flush. He was cute, she would never deny that, but she'd never say it to his face. God forbid someone inflated his ego any more than it already was. Something flashed in Bucky's eyes and Holly suddenly felt flooded with embarrassment for even considering what she was considering. It must have been the alcohol. Bucky tilted his head and she waited for the snarky remark, for the teasing. 

He leaned forward, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip.

"And are you sure that's what you really want for your birthday?" He grinned before punctuating it with, "Sugar."

“You offering something better, Sarge?” Holly replied, keeping her voice even and features schooled even though the ‘sugar’ he’d thrown at her was doing the complete work on her insides. She wouldn’t let him see how much he was affecting her, no matter how pink her cheeks currently were. She’d blame it on the alcohol. 

“You want a song, I’ll give you a song,” Bucky smirked, bottom lip caught under his teeth. Holly’s eyes were drawn to his hands as pressed them to his thighs and made a show of standing up. “Maybe you’ll luck out on a better gift next year, hmm?”

Holly sat back, head tilted to the side to watch what Bucky was doing.

She watched him stride over the karaoke machine Tony had set up under the windows.With his back turned to her, Holly could take in his massive frame without him even being aware of her gaze on him.

Unbidden, her mind helpfully provided imagery of what a better gift could look like. And it had a distinct lack of pink sweaters involved.

She bit the inside of her cheek as images of the slight sheen of sweat she had grown used to seeing on his forehead and flesh arm during training sessions were twisted to a shirtless version. Taut, tanned chest glinting under the lights that decorated the room. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of feedback as Steve tapped the grille of the microphone. 

Bucky stood next to him, twirling the second microphone in his vibranium arm as he stared directly at Holly. 

Steve cleared his throat into the mic, "The birthday girl asked for a song from us so uh, here it goes sorry everyone."

Steve and Bucky stood in front of all the guests who were now patiently watching them dance and sing to “Don’t Stop Believin’”. 

When Bucky sang “Livin’ just to find emotion” his eyes locked with Hollys and goosebumps rose on her body. 

She felt like those words weren’t just part of the lyrics. Somehow, Bucky’s eyes told her there was a deeper meaning behind them. But before she could think too much about it, Steve and Bucky ended the song followed by a few people clapping. 

“I hope our Holly is happy now,” Bucky said into the microphone, repeating Tony’s words but in a mocking way. 

“Nah. I’ve heard and seen better. I think next time I’ll just order a stripper for the entertainment part,” she scrunched her nose and shrugged.

Bucky rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to make what was sure to be a snide comment when Tony spoke up. 

“Okay! Let’s move on to the next present- Thor! Whattya have?”

One by one, each of Holly's newfound family presented their gifts to her, neatly stacked under the Christmas tree. 

Sharing her birthday with a huge holiday was something she'd gotten used to over the years so she didn't mind. It just made her feel like all the lights and shiny objects were up just for her. 

By the end, Holly had been gifted a flask of Asgardian alcohol, which she was commanded by the god of thunder to handle with care, a drawing of the Manhattan skyline from Steve, and several cards full of money, concert tickets, and gift cards to her favorite places. By the time the last small square from under the tree was passed to her, Holly felt like her heart was going to explode. 

"Okay, Jingle Bell, here's the last one," Tony said, the shiny gold wrapping paper catching the festive lights. "It doesn't have a tag on it, which is weird but hey, so are you, so I'll allow it." 

Holly snorted as she flipped the package over, gingerly removing the wrapping. It was too pretty to ruin and for some reason, her nerves kicked into high gear as she opened the velvet box beneath. 

"Holy shit," Holly breathed, feeling a little lump catch in her throat as she held a delicate gold chain between her fingers. The necklace was old, soft gold woven together with a heart charm hanging in the center. Her eyes immediately flew up, searching for the one person who knew about this, who was there the day she passed the antique store with Kate and listened to them coo over the pretty display in annoyance. 

But Bucky was nowhere to be found.

The necklace was beautiful, the chain caught the lights reflecting off every surface, and every time it swayed the reflections hit her blue eyes making her fall in love with it even more. 

"So," Tony's voice startled her back into the present, "we gonna dance or what, birthday girl?" He finished with a wink as everyone hollered around her and got up to grab a drink and a dance partner.

Holly was about to go and look for the blue-eyed man when she heard someone clearing their throat behind her over the music and, she turned on her heels to come face to face with the man in question.

"Care to dance? It wouldn’t be a good birthday if the birthday girl isn’t dancing, sweetheart." He asked her, eyes shining under the lights, gleaming with mirth and his voice sent a delightful shiver down her spine.

Shrugging, she placed her hand in his outstretched one, sparks zapping her skin at the connection.

"I guess I can afford a dance." She replied back with a smile as he led her to the corner where it was less crowded with people.

"My honour, Jolly Holly." He smirked.

When they reached the back corner, Bucky spun her under his arm quickly before catching her and sliding his vibranium hand across the open back of her dress. The coolness of the metal calmed the fire that was lit under Holly's skin, her free hand landing on his chest. 

"Impressive, Sarge" She smirked, curling her fingers into the soft pink fabric. "You know, I never got to tell you, pink really is your color"

Bucky cracked a real smile for the first time that night, "Ha ha you think you're so funny"  He muttered as they swayed to the music. 

Holly looked up at him and raised her eyebrow as she kept a teasing smirk on her lips. "Thank you… by the way," She spoke genuinely, “for the necklace"

Sucking in a deep breath, Bucky dipped her backwards, his metal hand moving to catch the back of her neck, as he leaned down close to her face, "I don't know what you're talking about..." He whispered.

He nudged his nose gently against hers and her breath caught in her throat but, before she even had time to process it, he’d swept her back up and into a slow dance.  They swayed together as the DJ began to play Bing Crosby’s White Christmas.

“This is more like it,” Bucky breathed next to her ear as he spun her around so her back was pulled into his broad chest.

“I don’t suppose you could help me put it on?” She asked.  “That necklace you claim to know nothing about?”

Without a word he led them across the room, hand resting against the small of her back. Holly raised her eyebrow, catching his eye in the bank of mirrors that lined the room.

Bucky slid his other hand down her arm, resting it on her wrist as he brought the other forward gently opening her hand to grasp the necklace from her palm. 

Holly’s breath caught in her chest as Bucky kept eye contact the whole time. She couldn’t help but notice the hardness that was starting to press against her ass, wishing she had put on underwear now that she was starting to wet the tops of her thighs.

His fingers brushed along the junction between her neck and collarbone, sending tiny sparks of electricity down to her toes. She could feel the warmth of his breath dance along her skin only making her clench her thighs together while trying to keep steady. 

"You're trembling, sweetheart," He cooed in her ear, voice full of gravel and low as it rumbled through her. Holly steeled herself, shifting in her heels but his hand dropped to her hip and he leaned in once again holding her to him, "stay still, malyshka or I won't be able to get this on." 

She sucked in a breath words completely void from her brain as the embers in her belly became stoked with each word that dripped from his mouth. The cool metal of the necklace wrapped around her neck, her fingers mindlessly fumbling with the heart pendant that dangled between her breasts as he gently spun her back around. 

Darkening ice blue eyes searched her face for a moment before trailing down her neckline to the heart in her hand. He hummed, the corners of his mouth turning upwards in satisfaction.

“Just the way I imagined…” His eyes drifted up to meet hers, a soft look but with a little twinkle in them that made her draw in a slow breath. “All perfect.”

Holly didn’t know what to answer him, his words spun around in her head, wondering if she even heard right but with the blood that pumped up to her cheeks and the increased heartbeats she kept coming up short. 

She couldn’t be that wrong, and when his cold hand reached up to brush some loose strands behind her ear, she suddenly forgot all his snarky remarks. For a moment. 

He dipped his head slightly and flickered his eyes between hers, a playful smirk lingered on his lips. “Got lost somewhere, Holls?”

''Actually, I'm going to the bar to get drunk,'' Holly said before adding a breathy thank you close to his ear.  

She sauntered off, leaving him standing in her wake, his expression both puzzled with a low fire burning in those ocean blue eyes. For a moment, it looked like he wanted to sweep her off the ground and kiss her. And Holly would be lying to herself if she didn't enjoy that thought a little too much.

When Holly got to the bar she found Thor sitting there, drinking from what looked like a rather large glass. 

“Holly! How is the birthday girl doing” he yelled 

“I need a drink,” she said taking a seat next to him. “Care to join me in some birthday shots?” She asked 

“I would love to!” He said as he placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a huge smile. “Did I already tell you how beautiful you are tonight?” He continued a little too loudly.

Holly leaned against his touch, looking over her shoulder at Bucky who had slumped against the nearest wall with a hateful stare in his eyes. His jaw ticked as she cupped Thor around the bicep, digging her fingers into the soft velvet coat he wore. 

"You have quite the grip angel," Thor chuckled as he poured two shots of Asgardian mead. "You know on Asgard you would have been a great warrior, the Valkyrie were loved by all," he smiled and slid the shot glass to her. 

She picked it up, clinking the side to his before tapping the bar and throwing the shot back alongside the handsome god. "Did you ever love any of them?" She asked, letting the mead warm her inside. 

"I think I could try," Thor leaned forward, his mead breath hot on her face as he smirked and ran a hand up her arm. His long blonde hair swayed against his sharp jaw as his eyes flickered to her lips. 

"Up, now!" Bucky gripped her against the bicep and pulled her from the chair, pushing her from the room she stumbled backward locking eyes with the super soldier as she moved. She heard Thor holler in protest as her heels hit the long wall at the base of the glamourous steps and she had to use the railing above her to keep herself standing.

Bucky's hands engulfed her, trapping her against the staircase. "Ooh someone is angry," she teased staring up at him. A piece of his hair fell from his bun as he hovered over her in a huff of jealousy, his jaw tensing together from her teasing. "Use your words, Sargent." She hummed, asking for trouble. Practically begging for it.

"What the hell was that? I thought we had--" He cut himself off and Holly tilted her head.

"Had what?" She purred. "Say it. Tell me you bought me this necklace."

"I'm not gonna tell you shit," he growled. 

His cheeks were flaming red, the blush creeping down his neck and beneath the collar of the fuzzy pink sweater. Part of her felt bad. There was hurt in his eyes, but he was too prideful to admit that he bought her a present because he cared about her. 

"Just admit that you like me."

"I don't," Bucky said defiantly. "You're disrespectful, defiant, rude--"

"I could say the same thing about you." She laughed. 

"I rank higher than you and you disobey me at every turn."

"Sarge, if you've got a power kink, you can just come right out and say it--"

Suddenly, Bucky pushed her up against the wall and leaned in. His mouth hovered right above hers. Holly drew in a shaky breath, studying his eyes as his pupils expanded. She couldn't help but notice that his gaze fell from her eyes to her lips, and back again. His cheekbones were sharp and prominent in the low light, and she was tempted to tuck the stray hair that fell from his bun behind his ear, punctuating the motion with some patronizing comment, but he had her by the shoulders. She had sparred with Bucky before. He pulled his punches until she started to make him really mad. This felt similar.

Holly smirked as Bucky licked his bottom lip. She could smell his cologne. He had never worn cologne before.

"Let me go before I knee you in the--"

"Hey!" Sam called from across the room. "Mistletoe!"

Bucky looked up, his face a mixture of confused and furious. Holly glanced up adrenaline shot through her body, turning her blood cold.

"What are you talking about?!" Bucky barked.

"You two are under the mistletoe! You have to kiss!" Sam shouted. 

Everyone else turned to stare at them and Holly's cheeks burned. And then the chanting started. She wanted to die. Bucky glanced up and then back down at her. Butterflies swarmed her stomach. Never one to back down from a challenge, she grinned at him and clicked her tongue.

"What are you waiting for, Sarge?"

"Fuck it," he snarled as his mouth crashed against hers.

The first thing Holly became aware of, was just how soft Bucky’s lips were despite the roughness he was kissing her with. 

The palms of his hands held her face in place, one rough against her cheek, the other cold but the way the contrasting pads of his fingers tickled just below her ear, her hair tangled between them gave away the softness beneath Bucky’s brooding and hard exterior. Just as the necklace had. 

One of them made a sound, desperate and whimpering and at this point, where Bucky’s tongue wasted no time in tasting hers, she had no idea who’s mouth it came from. 

Everything around them had turned quiet, even the music a distant thump in her ears along with her heartbeat, thundering so hard she had absolutely no doubt that Bucky could hear it too. 

As if he could read her thoughts, he pulled back, breathless, pupils blown wide and lips pink and kiss swollen. 

“Got ya quite worked up haven’t I, sugar?” He purred with the audacity to look smug about it.

Maybe he wasn't wrong. 

Holly sucked in a breath, catching her bottom lip between her teeth as she stared up at him.

She'd walked into her birthday intent on teasing Bucky about a stupid sweater. She'd expected him to get upset, yes - but this was absolutely not how she'd expected anything to go today.

"I think... Maybe we should talk," she said quietly.

"Hah!, Tony, you owe me fifty bucks!" Sam yelled, reminding them both they weren't alone.

"In private," Bucky grumbled in response to Holly, shooting a glare over his shoulder.

She nodded quickly and he grabbed her hand, pulling her away from the large gathering. Holly struggled to keep up with him and her breath was coming in sharp pants as they approached the elevator. 

"Slow down, Buck, Jesus," she grumbled, puffing a wisp of her blonde hair from her face. The door opened with a ding and she glanced up at Bucky, watching the muscles in his jaw tick before he stepped inside. 

Following hesitantly, Holly tried to stand farther away from him, but it was like her body couldn't stand not being near him. She wanted his hands on her skin again, his breath on her lips. 

"Fuck it," Holly groaned before turning, and grabbing Bucky by his collar. He smiled as she crashed her lips to his once more. His hands gripped the skin of her waist, leaving her begging for more.

"I thought we were talking," Bucky panted, licking his lips before catching her swollen lips again. 

"We will. Just let me-" she said with a whimper.  She didn't realize how badly she wanted this. Months of pent up annoyance and frustration and she had reached her limit.

His big hands moved around her back, as he  

“Please, sugar-“ Buck whispered as her lips crashed against his, their teeth clicking. “I want to talk-“ Her fingernails danced along the nape of his neck and he whined into her mouth. “I think we should- I think we should talk.”

It was all too much but still not enough for Holly. The way his hands ran all over her body gripping and squeezing, his breath fanning over her face as they both tried to resist the rising need to fuse their lips again.

"So talk." She breathed, her lips brushing over his with every word watching his eyes flit between her eyes, flushed cheeks, and her swollen lips and back again. 

The low, gravelly groan that rumbled in his chest paired with how his fingers tightened momentarily before letting go of her, was enough to knock the breath out of her lungs.

"Holly I-" the ding of the elevator interrupted him as it announced their arrival, with both their rooms opposite to each other on the same floor there was no escaping the reality of their situation as they came to stand on shakey legs in front of their doors.

"You were saying?" Holly asked, voice trembling as her eyes met his. Emotion and lust colliding in their icy depths.

She watched as Bucky sucked a deep breath into his chest, his eyes never leaving hers. Thoughts raced through her mind, as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. Maybe everything she was feeling was made up in her own mind. He didn’t want this at all. That's why he wanted to talk so badly. But that wasn't going to stop her from taking as much of this moment in as she could before reality came crashing back over them. 

Bucky took a step toward her, his arms out-stretched as he caged her against her door. His eyes flickered from hers to her lips as he inched closer. 

"You drive me fucking crazy" He mumbled through gritted teeth. "Since the day you got here. All you've done is piss me off..."

"Bucky..." Holly whispered. 

"No. I'm talking now." He stated, using his metal hand to lightly brush a piece of blonde hair away from her eyes. "You're loud and obnoxious, and so cocky you make Tony look normal" He breathed a laugh. 

Holly swallowed thickly as her jaw clenched listening to his words. 

"But you are also the kindest person in this building, and challenge me to think during combat in ways I never would have thought to..." Bucky placed his forehead against hers. "And when I saw you standing there tonight looking as beautiful as the stars in the sky, I thought my heart was going to leap out of my throat" 

He pressed his lips gently to Holly's once before pulling back and brushing their noses together. "I've been so caught up in our little feud, I would never let myself admit how badly I wanted this..." 

"I feel the same way Bucky..." Holly finally whispered, reaching behind herself, to turn the doorknob with one hand, as her other hooked into the collar of the pink sweater. "I want this..."

The next minute was a blur of teeth clinking, hands grabbing, and the door slamming. Now that their feelings were out in the open, neither of them could get enough. 

Finally, the kiss broke as Holly’s knees hit her bed and she fell onto it, leaving her staring up at Bucky as he towered over her. 

“Ever since the party started I wanted to do two things, kiss you;” Bucky said as his hands gripped the neck of the pink sweater, “and rip this fuckin’ thing off.” In one swift movement, the sound of ripped knitwear echoed around them and before long the sweater lay on the floor in two pieces. 

He tipped her face up with a finger under her chin, thumb grazing her bottom lip slowly, sending sparks inside of her as she craved more. She wanted to be closer, feel him in every way. Everything inside her just screamed for him like it had so many times before. She got used to hiding it with their snarky remarks and constant fights over whatever would cross between them because it had occurred to her that she was afraid of walking into something only she desired. 

“Bucky…” She whined, more pleading than intended. 

He leaned down closer, lips brushing against hers as he whispered with hooded lids. “Now’s the time to actually say something, doll” He smiled softly.

Bucky’s hand slid up further to cup her face. Her belly was filled with fire, her breath trembling in her chest. The spice from his cologne filled her nostrils and Holly reached out to gently wrap her fingers around his dog tags. She wanted to make sure that he wasn't going to run away from her, or that this wasn't some kind of sick joke, but she could tell by the look in his eye that he had every intention of staying. Whether or not they'd be doing any more talking was up for debate.

"Kiss me," she pleaded. 

"Say please," Bucky whispered, his eyes dancing across her face.

She normally hated to give Bucky what he wanted or to give him any kind of an ego boost, but the softness of his lips was the push she needed to whisper, "please."

"That's a good girl." 

His gentle, rumbling voice filled her ears as his mouth slid against hers one more time, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her up to her feet. She wound her arms around the back of his neck, pulling his hair out from the loose bun. Bucky groaned as her fingers knotted in his hair and her mouth opened to deepen the kiss.

Bucky's hands roamed her body and he laughed against her mouth.

"I think you've got a few too many clothes on," he replied as he broke the kiss. 

Holly's heart was thundering in her chest, and she let him turn her around, his lips sliding up her shoulder as he gently pushed the strap of her dress down. 

"Will you do me a favor, princess?"

"Depends on what it is." She couldn't help but be a little defiant. He seemed to like it.

He chuckled.

"Will you keep those pretty heels on for me? I always pictured you wearing those and nothing else."

Her face burned as his fingers began to tug down the zipper of her dress, and before her brain could formulate a coherent thought she whispered, "God, yes."

Bucky's laugh was deep, making a shiver run down Holly's spine as fast as the zipper pull.

He drew in a sharp breath though, as the fabric slid off of her, pooling around her ankles.

"No underwear - naughty girl," he growled, his nose tickling her neck as he placed soft kisses along it.

"It's ‘cause of the dress," she tried to protest.

"Huh, sure it is," His teeth found her earlobe, biting gently, "I bet the birthday girl just wanted to get laid."

Fingers, warm on one side, cool on the other, pulled her closer to him, his chest pushing against her bare back.

"Only by you," she sighed her admission.

He nipped down the side of her neck as his vibranium hand travelled up her body to her neck, grip soft but firm as his warm tongue soothed the marks left behind. 

"You okay, angel?" he whispered, lips tickling her ear. 

Holly swallowed slightly relishing in the feel of the cool metal against her throat as she did before she nodded her response. Bucky's hand fell to her shoulder kneading her skin softly as he moved her face to the side to meet her gaze. 

"We can stop whenever Holly, okay?" he voiced sincerely.

“Definitely don’t wanna stop, but thank you, really,” she replied, grabbing his vibranium hand and placing it back on her throat. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight on her neck and shivered, head falling back against Bucky’s shoulder. 

“Jesus, you’re somethin’ else,” Bucky groaned, pressing a kiss to the side of Holly's head before spinning her around, a firm grip on the back of her neck and her waist. Bucky looked deep into her eyes for a moment, ice blue full of emotion before he pressed his lips to hers, parting them easily and slipping his tongue inside. 

Bucky made his way down Holly’s jaw, pressing bruising kisses to her skin, murmuring, “Tell me what you want pretty girl, what do you need?”

Holly pulled on the waistband of his dress pants, fingers working quickly to undo his belt as Bucky sucked purple marks onto her throat. She whimpered when his teeth dug into her skin and once more, his smirk against her skin made her cunt throb painfully and gave her the confidence to ask for what she needed so badly. 

"I know that you like me all of a sudden," she replied breathlessly, lips brushing Bucky's as she wrenched open his pants. "But could you fuck me like you don't?" 

The growl Bucky let out as Holly's hand wrapped around his ridiculously hard cock vibrated throughout her body. He pressed her further down onto the bed, hovering over her as she stroked him. 

"Remember what you asked for, darlin',"  Bucky drawled with a grin, quickly kicking off his shoes and pants as best he could with the grip she had on him. It was hard to suppress whimpers as he caught her mouth with his own again.

She lightly ran her nails against his scalp, back fully arched off the bed as Bucky nipped at her jawline. He sat up on his haunches above her, kneeling on either side of her legs. 

Holly had the urge to cover herself, but he quickly grabbed both her wrists tightly and shoved them above her head. She gasped at the sudden movement- and felt her core practically leaking on the bed. 

“Is this okay?” he rasped against her ear, leaning down over her.

Holly nodded her head furiously, "Very okay... So very very much okay" She whined, wiggling her hips underneath him. "You're being a tease James " Punctuating his name in a way she knew riled him up. 

Bucky moved back to look at her, his jaw clenched. The blue of his eyes was almost gone with the blackness of his pupils. "Don't. Call me. That."

A smirk graced her lips, as she ran her tongue across her bottom one. "Then. Get. To work." 

Another growl-like chuckle left the depths of his chest, "Oh sweetheart when I'm done with you, you're not going to know which way is up"

Holly had no time to react before Bucky flipped her to her stomach and pulled her ass into the air. Leaning down to her ear he whispered, “You want me to fuck you like I hate you? Then that’s exactly what you’ll get birthday girl.” 

Bucky sat up straight, one hand holding Holly up by her waist as the metal hand came in sharp contact with her ass. 

Holly went to moan, but it was cut short by the cry that came from Bucky pushing his whole dick into her cunt. He stilled for a moment, “that’s it doll. Let my cock stretch that tight pussy. Are you ready for more?”

Her body slightly tensed from his sudden action along with a pained but pleasurable feeling coursing through her. He must have noticed as both of his hands grabbed her waist, stroking her gently she started to slowly relax into his touch.

“Just like that… that’s a good girl.” He breathed, pulling her up by the waist as he rolled his hips with their cheeks pressed against each other. “Feels good now, doesn’t it?” 

A deep sigh and whimpers left her lips as she rested her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes to focus on the waves of tingles stemming from their connected bodies. 

“More Bucky, please.” She moaned as his warm hand trailed from her stomach to the valley of her breast, up to her neck, to suddenly leave her hot body completely.

She could hear something jingling from behind for a moment, wondering what he was up to before she fluttered her eyes open when she felt something cooling down the fire on her skin. Looking down, she needed to blink a few times to understand what that little steel object actually was.

He was relentless, hips slamming into her while he rubbed her back. It was like he couldn't help but let the affection he had for her bleed through. Holly whined at the brunt of his strength and the full weight of his body, savoring the sound of his gentle whimpers. She could feel every inch of him filling her up, sending fire and sparks all down her spine. Her back arched and she somehow found the strength to look over her shoulder. She watched his head fall back and another whine dripped from his lips. She smirked.

"How you doing, Sarge?"

His head snapped up and his eyes opened and narrowed. 

"I'm a little hungry," he replied.

The alcohol was getting to her, making her head buzz and she flashed him a confused look. 

"Wh--" 

Holly's heart pounded as he pulled out of her and flipped her onto her back. Her breath was stuck in her chest and she let out a whine as she clutched the dog tags in her fist. She glanced down at Bucky who was staring at her as he pushed her legs apart with a soft grunt. Soft kisses began to litter her upper thigh, leaving sparks behind on her skin. A big, cocky smile spread across his face as he began to drag his fingertip through her folds. Holly swallowed a whine as Bucky spoke in that deep, gravelly voice that gave her goosebumps.

"I could use a snack, malyshka." She let out a loud laugh and Bucky smirked, his cheeks pink. "Please?"

"Fuck yes," she breathed with a small nod.

Bucky winked at Holly, and pressed his finger inside her, swirling it around before drawing out and sticking it into his mouth, eyes shutting. A feral groan ripped out of his chest and his eyes snapped open, blue nearly eclipsed by black. Holly’s breath caught as Bucky wrapped his arms around her thighs, burying his face in her cunt. 

“Bucky!” she moaned, voice high and needy, his tongue already deep inside her, his nose brushing her clit. He attached his lips to her entrance and sucked, a squeal falling from her lips as her hips jerked in his hold. 

Bucky’s arms bulged as he held her down, sucking at her cunt until she was sobbing out, “Bucky, please, need you, inside me. Now!”

"Nuh-uh," Bucky snarled against her slick center, kissing the sensitive swollen skin as she whined. "Let me have it all, sugar." 

Holly groaned and dropped her head back onto the sheets as Bucky gripped her tighter. Little huffs and whimpers slipped from her lips as he dug deeper into her cunt, the stubble on his cheeks scratching her swollen skin. Her hips bucked up against his mouth, chasing the sensation and she let out a breathy moan. He had her right on the edge, his warm tongue moving to draw short, small circles on her clit. Electric shocks started to spread from the inside out as Holly felt her eyes start to roll backwards.

“If it wasn’t your birthday-“ Holly almost didn’t hear his words over the blood rushing through her ears. He groaned against her clit. “I wouldn’t let you come just yet.”

His sly threat turned her on. She bucked her hips faster against his mouth as the wave of pleasure cascaded over her - filling her with warmth and curling her toes. She was falling apart. He sucked on her clit, fucking her with his fingers, pushing against the spongey part that made her gush. 

He pulled away and wiped his mouth, bringing his hand up to her mouth. Holly wrapped her tongue around the fingers that were just inside her. He trailed them down her chin and across her neck, pulling lightly at the chain she wore. His pupils completely blown out as he stared back at her. 

“I’d like to give you another necklace if that’s okay.” His fingers danced at her collarbone, drawing a trail of goosebumps underneath the dainty chain. He started to wrap his hand around the base of her neck, his metal hand pumping his dripping cock. 

Holly moaned deeply at the feeling of his fingers tightening against the sides of her neck, just enough to make her head light. If she had known what he was capable of, she would have had him hate-fuck her a long time ago. 

A mischievous smirk danced across her face as she batted her eyes up at him and pushed her neck harder into his hand. "Come on, baby... I'm not going to break," She taunted.

Bucky let go of his cock, and placed his metal hand beside her head, leaning down and locking eyes with her. "You are playing with fire, princess," He groaned, moving his hips to realign himself with her entrance. "Are you okay?" He asked softly. 

She smiled softly and nodded, "I'm okay, Bucky... please, please fuck me," Holly pleaded. 

A dark chuckle left his lips, "I just wanted to hear you beg," He whispered as he pushed himself inside her once more.

He dipped his head and nipped at her bottom lip, sucking on it until she whimpered.

"Please, Bucky, harder" she whined as she forced her voice to go up half an octave. 

Bucky captured her lips and pushed his cock deep inside of her, both of them moaning against each other's mouths. She broke the kiss and gazed up at him as he began to rock his hips and fill her up. He couldn't stop smiling, and neither could she. "Good girl. Take all of me, angel."

Holly cried out as he bottomed out, "Oh god - Bucky!"

"No gods, sugar - just me," he groaned, letting his forehead rest against hers as he stilled, "Fuck - you feel so good."

Holly whimpered, cunt clenching as she pushed her fingers through Bucky’s thick brown locks, getting a firm grip and tugging until he looked at her. 

“Fuck me like you mean it, Sergeant,” she breathed in the space between them, and Bucky nodded, pressing his lips to hers once more before planting his hands on the bed beside her head, hips moving faster, pounding into her.

Bucky again wrapped his flesh hand around her throat, squeezing lightly on the sides of her neck. His pace was relentless- Holly knew she would be sore tomorrow, but she couldn’t care less about anything but this moment. 

Before she knew it, he grasped her hips and rolled them over so his back was flat against the bed. On top of his muscular thighs, Holly somehow felt his cock deeper inside her - she planted her hands back on his knees and started riding him, pushing her chest up in the air. 

He moaned- deep and guttural, coming from a place side of him she didn’t know too well. She saw his eyes roll back as she looked down at her through her lashes. 

“Mmm, baby,” she moaned. “Make me yours.”

He choked on his breath- Holly felt his cock twitch inside her, so she squeezed her muscles together in response. “Mine,” he sputtered, his hips bucking up to meet hers. “All- fuck- all fucking mine.”

"God Bucky..." Holly breathed out as she moved her hips against his, feeling herself clenching and squeezing around him. She wasn't sure if it was the super soldier aspect or just Bucky, but no man had taken care of her the way he was. The thought of Bucky actually caring about her was almost enough to send her over the edge as that fire built up inside her belly. 

Shifting her body forward, she leaned a hand next to his head and combed her other into his hair, moaning as she reattached their lips. She wanted every part of him on her, craving his warmth. 

His hand trailed up her body and into her hair, tugging enough to pull a groan from her lips. 

"You feel so fucking good, angel," He grunted, into another deep kiss, their tongues dancing together and matching the rhythm. "Just like that... fuck"

“You’re perfect,” he praised. “So fucking perfect.”

She grinned, fucking him harder.

“So complimentary.”

“Just make me come,” Bucky snarled, the words causing electricity to spread through her whole body. She was so close, and so was he, both of them on the verge of explosion. She could get used to this shift in their relationship.

"Yessir," She managed to get out, leaning back as her fingers went to her clit.

Bucky watched with rapt attention, his chest heaving as he drew nearer to the end.

"Buck - Bucky, fuck - come in me, please!"

With a snarl, he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her close as he flipped them back over, "Oh god, Holly!"

Their foreheads pressed together, harshly breathing the same air. Bucky’s hips moved at a furious pace, bruising Holly’s, but she didn’t care and pulled him closer with a hand on his ass.

His hips stuttered and, with a growl, he pushed himself deep inside her, hot ropes of cum spilling out and filling her up. 

Neither of them moved, still panting into each other’s mouths, Holly’s spread into a grin, and Bucky mirrored her.

He kept their foreheads pressed together, rubbing his nose gently against hers. The moment almost brought tears to Holly’s eyes - it made sense that all the frustration and annoyance between them ended in this explosion of desire and just. 

But a part of her was still scared this was going to end just as quickly as it started. She closed her eyes and felt the familiar sting of tears. Bucky pulled their foreheads apart as he softened inside her, adjusting so she could still feel his body weight. He kissed her forehead lightly and mumbled, “All mine.” As if he could read her mind and sense the doubt. He immediately moved to comfort her.

Bucky moved to the side and pulled Holly tight to his chest. His touch was gentle and caring as his fingertips glided up and down her spine. With the thoughts of doubt still drifting in her mind, Holly looked up at him and placed light kisses along his jaw. For now, it was just the two of them. No battles to win, no Avengers waiting in the living room downstairs, passing each other money as they figured out who won whatever bet they made. It was just her and Bucky. 

"Holly..." He whispered. "Are you okay?" His vibranium hand brushed her hair off her face.

She sucked in a sharp breath and shook her head, as a small smile graced her lips, "I've never been better" She replied, stretching up to place a soft kiss on his lips. "Did you mean everything you said to me... before we uh, got distracted?" 

Bucky breathed out a chuckle, and locked eyes with her, "I meant every word, love," His cool metal thumb brushed against her cheek, "I was just too scared to admit anything before tonight. Thought maybe these feelings would be one sided..." He admitted. 

Holly nuzzled into his neck and kissed his skin once more, "I thought the exact same thing..." She smiled and moved to rest her chin on his chest so she could look up at him. "You're the best birthday present I've gotten... not the sex, just you" She giggled.

His smile was bright and warm, and he kissed her again, the two of them a tangle of limbs. She didn't know where her leg ended and his began. His vibranium arm traced delicate circles on her hip. 

"I did buy you that necklace."

"I figured as much," she laughed. His eyes were so blue. Were they always this blue? "Why couldn't you admit it?"

He shrugged.

"I wasn't sure how you felt. I didn't want you to think it was a peace offering. I wanted you-- I wanted it to be something real and meaningful. Steve told me to just give it to you before the party, but I was too goddamn stubborn." He shook his head, his cheeks flushed. "Stupid."

"Hey, no. The afterglow is for good feelings," she told him. "Don't do that doom and gloom thing."

"I don't do that doom and gloom--" he stopped himself. "You're right."

She gasped and her eyes widened.

"Oh! Say that again! I'll have sex with you again if you say I'm right. Or maybe make me a banner. Hang it in the gym." Bucky began to laugh, and so did she. They pressed their foreheads together. "I'm done teasing you now, Sarge."

"Good, because I was hoping I could ask you out on a date." He bit his lip as she pulled away. "I don't want this to stop. I'd like to take you out, treat ya real nice. Let you wear my jacket. Maybe ask you to be my girlfriend."

Holly blushed.

"I'd love that. I still want that banner, though."

Bucky smiled and his eyes widened, suddenly remembering something.

"I have another present for you." He gently unwound his limbs from hers, kissing her once more as he half rolled off the bed, his feet, shoved in her face. She squealed and pushed them away. 

"Barnes! Where are your manners?!" 

"I wash my feet in the shower! Calm down, doll!"

He was fishing for something. She could hear his belt jingling and then a grunt. Holly reached out and playfully pinched his toe as he yelped before popping back up. He was holding something in his hand that looked like a little recording device. 

"What the hell is that?"

"I paid Parker to make it for me-- well, you, but also me. You know how Tony goes on and on and on in meetings?" He pressed a button and a loud fart noise echoed through the room, coming from the speaker. "I told the kid I wanted to embarrass the hell out of Stark. You can program your phone to make it go off. It has ten different fart settings."

She burst out laughing, her face bright red. Bucky couldn't stop giggling.

"Your immaturity knows no bounds."

"Neither does yours! I didn't forget the whoopie cushion incident."

Holly blushed and cupped his face, kissing him.

"I love it. Thank you, Bucky."

The animosity and the hatred between them evaporated. They saw each other clearly, all of their faults on the line, and suddenly, he was no longer the big, brooding asshole who irritated her. He was just Bucky. Her Bucky.

[crochetedblorbos]

"Look, she's well steep."

Character Name: Montgomery “Three-Card Monty” Barker

Fandom: Realms of Peril & Glory (@realmspod), Liminal London campaigns [Podcast]

Played By: Naomi Clarke (@naomithinksit)

Yarn Used: Hair: CraftSmart Value - Toasted Almond Skin: CraftSmart Value - Taupe Birthmark/Mouth: Caron Lava Cakes - Sour Cherry Tracksuit: Red Heart Super Saver - Spring Green Zipper: CraftSmart Value - Heather Grey Shoes: CraftSmart Value - Tomato Soles: CraftSmart Value - White

Basic pattern here.

Monty, our beloved chicken nugget wizard. I fell in love with this kid pretty much from the moment I heard him (him being Naomi’s creation helped with that) and he’s just…adorable. And after Episode 4 of Loose Change (the fourth mystery), Great Googly Mooglies, that boy needs all the hugs. I hauled ass to get him finished in time for Episode 5 (I am writing this paragraph prior to actually finishing him, so we’ll see if I manage since it’s, uh, Sunday night). [Crafter’s note: I did not. I finished him two weeks later, in time for Episode 7.] He differs from the base pattern as follows:

Shoes: I actually used a different color for his soles this time! Like with Joseph’s, I did the soles in white, then switched to red for the body of the shoes. However, I did use white for the decreases at the toes in the first round of decreasing the shoes to give that white toe cap that’s so distinctive on Converse and Converse knockoffs (per Naomi, everything Monty owns is a knockoff). I also added an extra round of decreases to make longer flat tops to the shoes and skinnier ankles. The shoes went up to R9 like that, and then: R10: Ch 1, sc in front loops of first 5 sc, sl st in next 2 sc, sc in next 5 sc, sl st in first sc (12 sc).

Tracksuit: I asked on the Light & Tragic Discord, and Naomi was kind enough to inform me that Monty wears high-tops and tucks the hem of his tracksuit into them. I also wanted the pants to have a kind of baggy effect. So once I joined the tracksuit yarn, I chained 2, then did 2dc in the back loop of the first sc in R9, then dc in the back loop of the next 10 sc in R9, then 2dc in the back loop of the final sc in R9, sl st in first dc (15dc). I then continued as normal. I used the same method for his shirt as I did for Joseph and Gerry, just a bit higher up when I started the hemline. I also formed his torso the same way as I did Gerry’s—square most of the way up and then starting the decreases at the very end. Neither of these decisions were intentional, I just wasn’t paying attention to how many rounds I’d done. For the zipper, I tied three knots on top of one another to make a zipper pull, then embroidered in straight lines up and down either side of the zipper track before doing a cross stitch up the middle.

Head: Naomi said in S4E5 that Monty “had one of those big birthmarks” and I knew I had to include it. I didn’t really plan the defined edges of the birthmark, just changed color back and forth as seemed appropriate. Came out a bit Ziggy Stardust, but you know, it’s Monty. I also used safety eyes for him again. Think I put them in too far up too soon, because stitching around them was a pain in the ass, but it worked out.

Hair: I, uh. Forgot to start adding his hair in as low as I usually do, so his hairline is a bit higher in the back than normal, which is one of the reasons there are no pictures from behind, the other being that for some reason the seam got really jagged up the back (I’m guessing I wasn’t counting carefully enough and my joins got off). I’d meant for him to have a textured stitch to his hair, but I got to that point while I was away from home and didn’t have my book with all the stitches in it with me, so I improvised. I gave him a fun little swoosh of hair at the front. Turns out I was overcomplicating things with Hux’s and Mini’s hair. There’s a legitimate stitch called the hair stitch or fur stitch that does exactly what I was trying for on them with significantly less stress, so I used that here for Monty. Gives him kind of a cheeky look and I love it.

Arms: I used the same method I used for Joseph. I only stuffed up to R20 so he would have a little more flexibility in the shoulders.

[headincloudsmindingutter]

A Few Ways to Touch (pt 1)

Gambit/ Rogue smut (protected sex, oral f receiving)

For a few devastating, anxiety riddled minutes Gambit thought he may lose Rogue. That it may be the last he got to see his chère. The mission had gone awry, they had been captive, without powers and in the hands of Mister Sinister.

“Remy never said this to no one, but I love you, chère.” He leaned down to press his lips to Ann Marie before she was dragged from the cell.

~🃏~

Rogue couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss. Her first real kiss, a gentle one that didn’t hurt the one she was touching. Ann Marie was used to hiding her longing, to pretending she didn’t crave touch. Remy however, was not as adept at hiding his desires, or perhaps the flirty Cajun simply didn’t care to hide his longing.

“Y’ been starin’ an awful lot sug.” She nudged him with her foot as they sat beside eachother on the plane returning to the mansion.

“Remy like t’ look at pretty tings,” he leaned close to her ear and out his “a you’re t’ prettiest of ‘em all, chère.” He whispered, she felt goosebumps on her skin, the smirk on his face when he leaned away told her he noticed what reaction he gave her.

“You’re a flatterer swamp rat.” She nudged him again and tried to hide her blush

“Remy’s all sorts ah things chêre.” He winked.

~🃏~

Gambit touched Rogue as often as he could after that kiss. The touches were blocked by fabric, never skin to skin contact, but Remy would take all he could get. Holding her gloved hand, his hand on her knee when they sat beside eachother, hand on her waist when he walked with her. When they were alone he got more bold, his hand dropping lower to grope her ass, the hand on the knee sliding upward and toward her inner thigh.

His looks became hungrier, more full of lust than she had seen in those dark eyes before, like he was imagining all kinds of ways he could devour her. He still refused subtlety, staring at her from across the room and smirking as soon as she looked over, coming behind her to whisper in her ear, close enough to feel his breath on her skin.

They were walking back to their rooms from their most recent mission when Gambits slid his hand to her waist and leaned into her space “y’know chère, sometimes Gambit think you be wearin’ this suit just t’ tease.” He ran his hand down the seam at the side of her green uniform “Huggin’ pretty curves of yours,” his hand slid lower, squeezing her ass tightly “leavin’ just enough t’ Gambits imagination.”

~🃏~

It was late when Remy woke up parched, sleepily stumbling down the halls to get a glass of water from the kitchen and back to his room when he noticed a dim light coming from under Anna’s door. He got close and heard gasps, and small, muffled moans. Remy had imagined walking in on Anna touching herself countless times, imagining how she’d look when she came, how she’d sound calling his name. Hearing her gasp his name through the door was the last straw for Remy LeBeau that night.

He couldn’t barge in on her as much as he wanted to, so he knocked. no response. He knocked again.

“J-just a second.” It took a moment before she opened the door with a look of surprise “oh! Remy! Whatchu doin up?”

“Evenin’ chère, glad to find y’ awake, couldn’t sleep n’ was hopin y’ keep me company.”

“Ah couldn’t sleep either, you wanna come in?” She stepped aside to let him into her room

“Don’t mind if I do.” he plopped onto her bed, right where her sheets and blankets were ruffled and disorderly, right where Anna had forgotten to put her toy away. As soon as he sat down he saw it roll on the bed and a devious smile broke out on his lips. “Did I interrupt somethin’ chère?”

“That’s none of your damn business swamp rat!” She snatched the small bullet vibrator off the bed and put it in her bedside drawer quickly.

“Oh but it could be, chère. Remy got all kinds’a ideas for you mon amie. If you let me”

“You can’t touch me Remy, you’ll get hurt.” She said trying to hide the sadness in her voice at this unfortunate situation of hers

“I told ye chère, remy’s got ideas. No touching, y’keep those cute ‘lil leggings on the whole time.”

“What kind of ideas?” She blushed as she sat down next to him

“You’ll have to take your panties off to find out, chêre. Doesn’t work with too much fabric.” He took a drink of his water.

“I’m not wearing any, you interrupted me, remember?” She said as she laid her head on the pillows.

“S’pose Gambit has to make it up to you den, no?”

He quickly flipped to have her legs over his shoulders, with his head between her thighs. “Whoo, chêre. Already soakin these leggings.” He nipped at her inner thigh before pressing his tongue to her clothed core. Rogue arched her back with a gasp. “Wonder what other pretty noises you gon make for me.” He saw that she was preparing a quip so he pressed on her clit with his thumb, rubbing circles around it while lapping at her cunt.

He opened the drawer he’d seen her open before and pulled out the vibrator and set it in its highest speed on her clit, making her spasm and jerk about “Oh oh fuck, Gambit!”

“Gambit’s gon make you cum but you gotta tell me what you were imaginin’ while touchin yourself, mon amour.” She shook her head in response “oh don’t get shy on me now chère I heard you callin’ my name.” He turned the vibrator low and ran his fingers along her clothed slit ever so slowly.

Rogue whined and thrusted her hips towards Gambit’s hand seeking friction, only for him to pull away and tut at her.

“Words, Anna. Tell me what that pretty head was imaging before I walked in.”

“You.” She gasped out, earning a smile from Remy.

“More specific chère,” he slowly rubbed her clit “what did ya imagine Gambit doin to this beautiful body of yours?”

“Your tongue- ah!” Before she could finish his tongue was lapping at her like a starved man.

“Don’t let me interrupt you, amour. Tell me what y’ wanted me to do to ya while you played with this delicious little cunt.” He ran his tongue up the seam of her mound slowly as he watched her face contort.

“Ah wanted your fingers inside me-!” She ended with a small squeak as gambit pressed his thumb up against her leggings and inside her as far as he could reach, curling to stroke her insides. He reached over to take a drink of water, lubricating his mouth as much as possible, before placing his tongue where his thumb had spread her open.

He used his tongue to fuck as deep as her drenched leggings would let him, pulling her closer as she rutted against his face. He placed the vibrator back on her clit and watched her arch her back and grab at her pillows so hard her knuckles turned white. Her breathing became ragged and her rutting frantic. Remy ignored his throbbing cock.

“Remy. Remy please- please fuck ah need to cum please~” she was begging for him. And Remy discovered he needed to hear more of it. He turned the vibrator to its highest setting and rubbed it in circles on her clit while he licked at her cunt like a starved man.

“Cum for me chère, I wanna see how pretty y’are when ya come for me.”

Her back arched, her legs twitched, and her face contorted in a way Remy needed to commit to memory forever. “R-Remy! Fuck!” Her moan made his cock twitch.

Her face he could memorize, commit to mind but when she called his name like that he became addicted, he needed to hear it again. “Ça c’est bien mon amour.” He kissed up and down the inside of her thigh.

“When I want to be.” She was a vision. Eyes closed, breathless with a small smile, her brown and white hair spread like a halo on the pillow under her head.

“Seems you can be all kinds ‘a things too, eh chère?” He nipped at her thigh kissed the offended area.

“Mm. Maybe ah’ll show ya next time sugah.”

“Next time, eh? Can’t get enough of Gambit?” He smiled at her. Rogue kicked him with her foot and he laughed, kissing her ankle “I can’t get enough of you either, mon chère.”

[hayffiebird]

Taste of Strawberries, chap. 41

Hayffie Post-Mockingjay Multi-chapter, Rated M

Four years have passed since the end of the war when Effie returns in to Haymitch’s life once again. An old friendship is renewed. Will it lead to something more?

Meanwhile Panem has entered a new era. The rebellion’s over, the borders are open but in the shadows, anger and mistrust are smoldering. Something that will affect Haymitch and Effie’s life in a way they never saw coming.

Author’s note: TRIGGER WARNING for mentions of suicide and life’s general awfulness à la young mentor Haymitch. So, yeah. This lil’ chapter is hella depressing.

Chapter 41

Piece by piece

June wouldn’t look at him – not once – as she tied balloons to a nearby tree. Floating ones of every color, just outside the cream colored party tent. The helium canister stood by her feet. A big cylinder thing, gray as stormy seas. If anything it looked like the bombs that a Capitol hovercraft might drop.

Course, he knew better than to blurt that out.

The party tent was anchored at every corner, accompanied by more of June’s floating balloons. Tethered to the ground and tied up with ribbons. The sidewalls had all been removed, leaving the waterproof ceiling above, just in case of rain.

The garden table was set up with the plump coffee pot and matching china. Pretty glasses with soft yellow napkins. Frog green plastic plates and sippy cups for the birthday kids along with a stack of gifts.

Sitting in a bucket of ice was a bottle of (obviously) alcohol-free apple cider and over by June’s apple tree: Effie’s picnic blanket spread out in the shade – just in case it didn’t rain.

 “You did it wonderful out here”, he told the blonde woman’s back. “Sincerely.”

Nothing. Not even a sour: “I didn’t do it for you.” If Annabel’s patience was wearing thin, he was one drunken stupor away from making June an enemy.

Not that he wasn’t used to it. Making enemies.

Her silence. Her body language. He knew it all too well. Used to get it all the time back home. Not so much anymore. Post-rebellion.

“Because you helped put an end to Snow. An end to the Games”, Effie said but that wasn’t it. He hadn’t redeemed himself. The supposed thawing of District 12 toward him was all due to the depressing fact that almost no one survived the fire bombings.

But in the glory days – the hateful glances, the cold shoulders, even confrontations was all part of his everyday life. Took only a few seasons.

For about a second after his Quell, him actually winning breathed a sense of hope into the district. Not only because of Parcel Day - those monthly food packages sent in the first year. It was the fact that Twelve finally, finally had a mentor now. A mentor clever enough to win one of the hardest Games in history. Surely it would make a difference? Surely!

Course, it didn’t take him long to prove them wrong and all that hope and optimism turned cold and bitter as a winter storm. It wasn’t just that they resented him for not doing enough. He was also their living breathing reminder of the Games. Past and future.

And as the dead children under his care accumulated he spent less and less time outside the house, unable to look at the young faces of towners and Seam kids alike, wondering which one was next.

That and their loved ones. Families, friends, sweethearts of the kids he failed to bring home. They shouldn’t have to endure his presence more than absolutely necessary. Not if he could help it.

Like the funerals. Few things on this Earth could compete with his hatred for the reaping but those god awful double funerals were definitely up there.

As the mentor, he was expected to attend. And he did, the first couple of years.

Dandruff wasn’t present of course. You didn’t escort dead children back. It was just him and a handful of mourners, carefully selected. All presided over by an armada of peacekeepers, armed to the teeth.

The Iron Maiden and later old Cray held a speech over the small-sized coffins but it was never really about the dead, or the living. More like … sitting round the table and now let’s all give thanks to our lord and savior president Snow.

You’d think there’d be flowers. White, perfume-reeking roses, reminding you of who ran this show. But of course not. Snow wouldn’t waste a single bloom on something as unimportant as a dead tribute. Not even the local wild rose that Katniss might encounter out in the woods.

The last funeral he ever went to was before she and Peeta were born. Effie must have still been a child.

Dandruff reaped a couple of Seam kids that year, just like she did most seasons. 15 year old Laurel and Douglas – just twelve. None of them made it past the bloodbath.

Their families weren’t to go near the coffins to say a final goodbye or put down a daisy. They were just an audience. A class of school children and like the dutiful crowd they kept their expected distance while the Head Peacekeeper ran their pathetic charade.

Lauren’s parents, her brothers and sisters all sobbed together. Silent ones so as not attract the attention of those rifles. Douglas’s mother seemed in chock. Her eyes stared at nothing, bone dry, while her husband - face sunken, a head shorter than her - cried for the both of them.

Haymitch kept his distance at the scene, like he always did. Out of respect for the families. Their pain. But his eyes had flitted to Douglas‘s father at one point and right in that moment Tucker looked at him.

The coal miner knew the mentor would be there. Or maybe not. The funerals were never aired. Not unless there was a special year, like the Quells. Either way he looked stunned, staggered. Like coming out of a dream.

And then, rage took its place. There was no other word for it. And he left his wife’s side. Elbowed himself right through the crowd. Haymitch knew what was coming. Could have deflected it. Easily. After his time in the arena he had reflexes like a wild rabbit. But he didn’t and Tucker struck him to the ground. His body had barely hit the dirt before the man was all over him.

Hand clenched into a fist he punched his face, over and over. Busted his lip up, his nose, his eyebrow – all the time hollering the same thing.

“Murderer! You murderer! Child-murderer!”

Tucker never got to finish the job. Later that same day, only hours after they buried their son, wails could be heard from the coal miner’s house. Peacekeepers arrived to learn the cause of the racket and found Tucker in the bedroom covered in blood, holding his dead wife’s body.

The realization that her only child was gone must have finally hit her. She’d cut her wrists open with her husband’s shaving knife.

The peacekeepers wanted to retrieve the body but Tucker, mad with grief, wouldn’t let them anywhere near Eliza. Teeth bared he fought their every attempt until they shot him.

Square in the chest.

That night, Haymitch got himself drunk for the first time. The Hob was closed but he found his way into the Seam, guided by whatever moonlight he could make out through his one good eye. Knocked on Ripper’s door. Asked for a bottle of white liquor.

The one-armed woman hesitated, reluctant to sell to someone still so young. But her gaze travelled across his bashed, beat up face. His eye swollen shut. The gashes, the crusts of blood, the red and purple bruises.

Finally she nodded.

The liquor burned just as much as he remembered – from that one time with the butcher’s. A beverage so vile no one with any sense left, or choice, would drink it willingly. But he powered it down.

Every drop.

Sip by sip, mouthful by mouthful – even when he gagged on it, even though he knew he’d puke himself into another nosebleed in just a matter of hours.

He did it anyway. To rid himself off their faces. Their voices. If just for a little while.

Laurel, dead. Douglas, dead. Eliza bleeding out in her husband’s arms. Tucker with a hole in his chest.

Murderer! You murderer! Child-murderer!

That was the last time he ever went to a funeral. They could put him in chains, throw him in a cell, flog him or just shoot him on sight like they did Tucker. He didn’t care.

And as time wore on, he spent less and less of it outside the Victor’s Village. He reckoned there’s where he’d do the least harm. He actively pushed people away, alienated himself from the rest of the community.

Stopped spending any real time with Sae and Hazelle and all the rest. Was rude and hurtful on purpose to keep people at a distance. Like Tessa when she arrived at his door step, wanting to treat his face with her soothing herbs and salves.

He shut her out. Shut them all out.

So they’d be safe.

He drew a deep soundless sigh. Stared at the tiny lady bug crawling up a purple ribbon.

He meant what he told June. And he wanted the twins to have all this. And yet ... the whole thing felt increasingly unreal. Presents, balloons, birthday cake.

Why did he get to be here celebrating his kids growing up when so many good, decent, innocent people were all just bones in the ground?

It wasn’t fair and he didn’t deserve it.

Any of it.

[onward--upward]

fic stats meme!

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words

tagged by the lovely @cowboy-buddie 💖

most hits:

steppin’ into fate (911 Fox)

911 hockey AU my most beloved!!

“What the hell is this?” Evan Buckley storms into the office without knocking, tossing his phone onto the desk.

“The LA Kings have signed forward Eddie Diaz (@EDiaz82) to a five year contract” it reads. Buck doesn’t need to see it to know. He’s stared at it long enough already. There’s a graphic of Eddie Diaz and his stupidly pretty face beneath it, in his old Dallas Stars green and white, mouth open as he skates the puck up the ice. He’d looked at the replies, all of the “omg”s and heart-eyes emojis and 280-character amateur analysis of Diaz’s skills. He’d scrolled until he’d hit the inevitable “so when are we trading buckley?” tweets, and then he’d stormed into Bobby’s office without thinking about it twice.

second most kudos:

stitch my soul (911 Fox)

buddie soulmate au, one of my most favourite fics i’ve ever written

Eddie Diaz has never really put much stock into the concept of "fate". But after his marriage falls apart, he swears that he's not going to go against the universe again. He's going to find his soulmate. He's going to find Evan.

But then he meets Buck, and all of his careful plans start coming apart at the seams.

third most comments:

this is worth forever to me (911 Fox)

“Oh, right,” Buck nods, punching in the digits on autopilot. “Thanks.”

“God,” Eddie mutters, “it’s like I’m your husband.” And Buck’s entire being freezes, for just a moment. The machine beeps at him, and all he can do is stare blankly at it for a moment before flushing and yanking his card out. “Or – wife?” Eddie muses. Buck isn’t even looking at him, but he knows exactly what face he makes. “No, I’m gonna go with husband.”

The cashier is watching them like they’re a particularly riveting television show. All Buck can think to say is, “You’re not hot enough to be my husband.” Lie. The biggest lie in the world.

fourth most bookmarks:

we’ve been here forever (here’s the frozen proof) (Red White&Royal Blue)

Objectively, I am aware that you – a stranger – cannot tell me my own sexuality any better than I can, however... Can you, please? Tell me? It’s 4am and I have been thinking about this for hours, and I can’t sleep.

Warmest regards,

ACD

***

It’s four in the morning, and Alex Claremont-Diaz has managed to follow a research spiral straight down into a personal crisis. It isn’t the first time.

fifth fourth most words:

build my kingdom in the dark (Roswell New Mexico)

i’m still very fond of this one as well <3

Michael meets Alex Manes on a Tuesday.

After everything, after all their chaos and sex and pain and love, that detail sticks with him, for some reason. It’s a Tuesday night, their college-town bar is still packed, and Michael looks up from the beer he’d ordered with his shitty fake ID to find big brown eyes watching him from behind long lashes. A sharp impulse digs into his ribs, and Michael has always been a big fan of following impulses.

fic with least words:

and the sun shall rise again (Red White&Royal Blue)

god i wrote this one so long ago idk how i feel about it haha but it is very sweet

Very frequently Henry wakes up feeling as if he were in a dream.

i am so exhausted rn so idk who to even tag… @eusuntgratie @shitouttabuck @sibylsleaves if y’all want? 💖💖

[ruvviks]

💋🐈🙈🙉🍸☕️♟️⛺️ for yancey :3c

oc asks!

💋 KISS MARK: What’s their signature look, if any? Do they have a gesture or piece of jewelry or something else that acts as a calling card for them?

yancey always looks a little bit like he's crawled out of a dumpster that morning, not even necessarily in looks but just in vibes. here's a recent sketch i did of him that i still need to finish :]

he generally wears t-shirts that have a loose fit and are too big for him with either cargo pants (black or dark green or beige) or dark sweatpants underneath, with big boots and an oversized very old corduroy jacket that's falling apart at the seams but was a gift from someone he used to care a lot about and he doesn't want to get rid of it ;_;

he's got several tattoos on his body which are all pretty creative, and he's designed all of them himself! the one peeking out his shirt is a dagger stuck in a heart with flowers and vines growing out of the exit wound; he also has a skeleton mixed in with a wasp on his upper right arm (partially visible in the ref in the top right corner) decorated with flowers and the skeleton is holding a bleeding revolver in one hand and doing a peace sign with the other; and on his upper left arm he has a little angel with a demon face holding pistols while standing on a seashell like the birth of venus; and then on his lower back he has a falling icarus and then on his shoulder blades kind of like, imprints of where other people would have wing tattoos?? so it's as if icarus fell down from his original place if that makes sense. it fucks in my brain

his eyes are pretty sensitive to sunlight and blightwood crossing can have very bleak and bright sunlight all year round so he can be found sporting sunglasses a lot! they're always very low on his nose because they slide off the bump on the bridge of his nose easily and he doesn't like having them above it LMAO

🐈 CAT: Are they a cat or a dog person, or something else? How do they feel about pets?

yancey loves cats a lot!! he doesn't have any himself but he does have three chickens :] i still need to figure out names for them at some point but he loves his chickens to bits, they live in a very intricate installation he put together for them himself on his balcony :]

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL: What’s the worst thing they’ve ever seen? Do they tend to be a bystander or do they intervene?

the worst thing yancey has ever seen is something i can't talk about because it has to remain vague for story purposes ;_; but generally his problem is that he is too hesitant. he's not good at standing up for himself which makes it difficult for him to stand up for others too, and the hesitance in his actions more than often turns him into an accidental bystander when in reality there's so many things he wants to do or say. his hesitance is also partially what caused the situation to escalate to the point he had to leave atlanta for good :(

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL: Are they good at keeping secrets? Do they share their own secrets?

yancey is very good at keeping secrets because he understands the weight of a thing like that. he doesn't necessarily have secrets himself but isn't very straightforward about a lot of things about himself either, rather having people to just not know certain things about him because it makes everything easier for everyone involved

🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS: Do they drink alcohol? What kind do they prefer?

yancey DEFINITELY drinks alcohol, enjoys it too, probably entirely too much. he knows this though but also he doesn't care all too much, he's here for a good time and not a long time. he loves a good cream liqueur, or some strong tequila or bourbon, but he can and will generally drink any kind of alcohol as long as it's not overly sweet

☕ HOT BEVERAGE: Do they prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, or something else for their “hot beverage”?

yancey likes hot chocolate! doesn't drink it all too much but he's definitely not a coffee or a tea drinker, if he needs an energy boost he's reaching for monster energy

♟️ PAWN: Do they like board games or games of strategy?

yancey isn't necessarily a board game enjoyer but he would like playing it with friends just for the whole concept of hanging out together basically LMAO he's not very competitive and has a much better time hanging back a little and letting others win or fight for the win :] he also takes a while to understand rules so everyone calls him grandpa yancey whenever they're trying to explain a game he's never played before to him

🏕️ CAMPING: Do they like the outdoors? Do they like camping, hiking, fishing, etc.?

yancey loves nature but at the same time isn't much of a fan of being stuck in it, so camping would be a hard no but he would like hiking for sure! fishing would be something he does with others and he would again mostly just let them do their thing while he's there to observe and be good company :]

[eggcompany]

Jaskier and his Snuggly Wuggly Killing Machines Part 8

1:48- “Daddy… Daddy… Can I haves some food?” Geralt asked as he nudged his daddy. He was hungry and he wanted a crunchy something. When Jaskier didn’t respond Geralt thought it would be appropriate to simply just take daddy to the kitchen. Unfortunately Jaskier is not used to being *lifted* out of his BED while he is A S L E E P . So he screams and flails but Geralt just holds him tighter cause he doesn’t wanna drop his daddy. 

“WHAT THE EVER LIVIN- fucking hell Bear… you scared me half to death! I’m sorry I yelled. Where are we going?” Jaskier said when he realized it was not a Jaskiernapper but a warm cub. Jaskier was wondering where he was going but he was happy to let Geralt haul him through the house. 

“Daddy, I’m hungry. I want something crunchy. Don’t want like… food though. Just want crunchy! Oh! Oh! And cold!” Geralt said as he gently placed Jaskier down on his feet. Jaskier yawned and scratched at his stomach for a moment thinking. 

“Ice chips?” Jaskier asked Geralt who decided that the floor is a good place to sit. Geralt shook his head no. “um… lettuce?” Jaskier offered. Geralt lit up and smiled “Yes please! I like lettuce! Esky does too!” Geralt explained as Jaskier got the only quarter eaten head out of the fridge

Jaskier, like the feral beast he is, grabbed and pulled off a large chunk of the green vegetable and handed it to the baby. Geralt happily crunched up the after midnight snack and Jaskier just put it back in the fridge and stretched his arms. 

This is gonna be a long night…

2:26- “Daddyyyy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.” Jaskier woke up and sat up. Lambert. “Yes, love?” Jaskier said in a sleepy tone. “Can I sleep here? Geralt kept drooling on me and Eskel was rubbing on me. I wanna sleep with Daddy!” Lambert explained or more whined. He looked exasperated, still wrapped in his quilt. It looked like he had shed his pants and instead slipped an oversized hoodie on over his underwear. Jaskier scooted over and lifted his duvet up so Lammy could get under. “Thank you, I love you daddy” is all the youngest said before he was cuddled up to Jaskier’s side with his quilt as a barrier. Oh… I didn’t think he’d want to… I can get used to a quilt.

3:56- THUD “What the fu-” Jaskier said as he bolted up and threw his arms over Lambert’s head and body. He scanned the room and saw two pairs of eyes looking at him from the food of the bed. “Hello boys. What was that noise?” Jaskier asked and then Lambert sat up and glared at them. “I hate you so much, go fucking die” Lambert said and rolled over and snuggled back into the crook of Jaskier’s armpit. Oh he’s just a morning person isn’t he.  Geralt disappeared again and Eskel just answered with a “Sleepover… sorry Lamlam” and he disappeared over the edge of the bed. 

Jaskier sighed and pushed a very disgruntled Lambert off of him for a moment to peak over the edge of the bed. The two older boys had made a little nest on the floor. Blankets and pillows surrounded them and they cuddled close to one another. Geralt, again bare to his skin, laid with his back to the bed and Eskel, bare down to his underwear, laid facing Geralt and was sucking on the tip of the snowy grey ear. Jaskier had to admit- This is pretty damn cute. Jaskier nodded and laid back down and let Lambert huff and grunt until he was laying down again with his face practically shoved into Jaskier’s armpit. 

Odd clingy things… Nothing and no one has ever loved me more! 

5:32- Jaskier gets woken up because there is a particularly sharp something stabbing him in the thigh. Jaskier soon noticed that his bed seems a bit… small. Oh wait the bed isn’t small. There’s just three humongous purring, oven warm witchers cuddling around him. The feeling of waking up surrounded by vibrating rumbling and a wet feeling on his leg- What is on my leg? Oh good lords-.

Jaskier looked down at the stabbing wetness and Geralt was mouthing the seam where his sleep pant’s pocket met the side seam. I’ve got to order some binkies. 

Jaskier took in the scene around him. Naked cub chewing on his pants while straddling his leg. Pretty . Puppy rubbing himself on his other leg while chewing on the quilt. Luckily for Jaskier it felt like the wolf was not… aroused. The rubbing must be a coping thing. A self soothe. And the youngest, the kitty, swaddled up in his quilt from head to toe in the fetal position facing away from it all sucking on his own tail. Cute.

Jaskier thought about what he should do for a moment. He couldn’t get up. He might be able to reach his phone… Meh a few more hours of sleep is best.  

7:52- Jaskier woke up to growling. Loud growling. He woke up a bit more and realized that the growling was coming from whoever was currently on top of him. Jaskier tried to stay calm. He took calm breaths and opened his eyes to see Geralt. Laying his head on Jaskier’s chest. Asleep. His entire body shook with the deep rolling rumbles. Jaskier’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. Why? Jaskier looked over at Eskel who now had Lambert’s tail in his mouth, I have to buy so many binkies, and Lambert who had the string of his hoodie in his mouth. So.many.binkies. 

Jaskier waited and just felt the thunderingly strong growling. He leaned to see Geralt’s face and Geralt was drooling on Jaskier’s cotton sleepshirt and looked dead asleep. Jaskier reached and placed his hand on the cub’s mid back. The growling continued even as he snuffled deeper into his chest and wrapped his arms around Jaskier’s back, effectively lifting his shoulders up off the bed.  

Jaskier wondered what he was dreaming about to make him so… rumbly. Jaskier rubbed Geralt’s back, up and down. Jaskier doesn’t go back to sleep. 

It’s like sleeping with a thunderstorm… At least he smells nice. 

8:30 a.m.- “Daddyyyyy, Daddy, Daddy,Daddy,Daddy,Daddy,Daddyyyyyy~” Jaskier was being smothered. Someone was trying to kill him. He had a billion pounds of something on him and something on his face and he was being killed. This is it. The end. 

“DADDY! HUNGRY!” Oh. Not a murder. Hungry witchers. Not as bad.  

“Can I be not suffocated?” Jaskier asked and shoved whatever was on his face off. It was apparently a pillow Lambert threw over onto him. Jaskier sat up in his very rumfled bed and looked around. Lambert was in a corner not looking right and the other two were gone. 

Thank Lords for PetLock safety covers…  Jaskier thought. He had installed covers on all the oven dials and buttons and toaster pop up thing and everything that got hot or sharp. 

Jaskier got up and walked over to Lambert. Lambert was just staring at the wall with his chin on his knees. He was still wearing his big hoodie and his green unders. Jaskier crouched down a few feet away beside the baby. Automatically Lambert hunched up and bared his teeth. Jaskier backed off another few feet till he was a good six feet away. Lambert closed his mouth and pulled himself closer together and shook. 

“Hi Lambert” Is all Jaskier said and sat on his butt where he was. Lambert ducked his head so his forehead rested on his knees and didn’t say anything. He was trembling though, he had sweat on his forehead. PTSD… Okay. Breathe. Patience.

“Do you think you want breakfast?” Jaskier asked in a high gentle voice. Lambert glanced over at him for a moment but did nothing else. 

“Did you have a bad dream?” Jaskier asked and watched Lambert look at him and study him. Jaskier tried to look very relaxed and nonthreatening. Lambert looked at him for a long while before moving his head left to right slowly.

“Okay. Did you have a bad memory? Or flashback?” Jaskier asked and didn't move from his place on his floor. Lambert looked at him for only a little bit shorter time before nodding slowly. 

“Do you need or want anything? A blanket or a soft toy? A bottle of water, maybe?” Jaskier offered while looking into Lambert’s eyes. Lambert looked back but then looked at Jaskier’s bare feet. 

“daddy? are you scared of me?” Lambert said in a voice low enough Jaskier could barely make it out. Jaskier looked at him for a second before answering. 

“No. I’m not scared of you. I’m not scared of you because I know that if you ever bit me or hurt me, it would mean I was doing something wrong. So I’m not scared because I’ll make sure I do my very best taking care of you right so you never feel like you need to hurt me.” Jaskier answered with his whole heart. It was true. Lambert could tell it was true. 

Lambert relaxed a bit and pushed his legs over so he sat facing his daddy. Lambert looked tiny. Tiny fragile little thing that needed to be wrapped up in newspaper and bubble wrap. Jaskier stayed in his spot. 

“Bubbas are gonna destroy your kitchen.” Lambert stated and looked at the door. The two older ones had yelled as they left to go scavenge. Jaskier shrugged and stood up. 

“That’s alright. They can’t get into the knife drawer or the oven. Now how about we get you dressed and ready for the day and then go handle those other two silly boys?” Jaskier said and watched the baby for a moment. He seemed… unsure. Conflicted between either staying where he was or going with the man, going with his daddy. 

“Can I wear jeans? I like jeans…” Lambert asked as he looked up at Jaskier. Jaskier smiled and said “Button or zip?”. 

Lambert happily got up and took Jaskier’s hand as the man led them both to Lambert’s room. Jaskier collected the clothes while Lambert sat on the bed. Jaskier got him a pair of plain blue jeans that might be a bit long but he could just cuff them, a pair of underwear, and a thin dark green t-shirt. The weather was turning warm and he didn’t want the babe to overheat. 

“Okay I’ll be down in the kitchen. If you need help with the button or zip, Just come down and I’ll do them up for you! Love you Lammy.” Jaskier said as he left the room and shut the door behind him. Jaskier looked down at himself. Pajamas. Ugh. 

Jaskier walked back to his room and pulled on a pair of blue short shorts, a pink tank top, and a blue floral button down that stayed unbuttoned. He ran a brush through his hair and popped a pair of plain white ankle socks on his feet. 

Jaskier was half way down the stairs when the youngest started the stairs. Jaskier made his way to the kitchen and gasped. Why. Why is there? Why is he? Oh good gods.

There were two very… sticky… looking witchers sitting on the floor. Geralt, still clad in his birthday suit, had a handful of something and a can of… 

“Geralt, darling, baby, my precious morning sunlight, my in gods’ names are you eating condensed milk with carrots?” Jaskier asked as he came up beside the white wolf. Geralt smiled brightly, he radiated happiness, and answered. 

“It’s good! Smelled good and I like carrots and Esky said that this stuff is sweet and so I eated it together! I like it!” Geralt explained as he dipped another unpeeled large carrot into the can of thick creamy liquid. Jaskier hummed and nodded, holding his lips between his teeth. 

“Eskel, love, what are you having for breakfast?” Jaskier said as he walked over to Eskel who was bare except for a pair of underwear. Eskel was smiling, he had… red? Pink? On his face and hands. 

“I ate thems… and something from the freezer.” Eskel said as he pointed to the now empty, except the seeds and stem, container of cherries. Something from the freezer? 

“Eskel what did you eat from the freezer?” Jaskier asked in confusion. Eskel pointed to a- a

“Eskel, did you eat a raw pork chop?” Jaskier asked again. Eskel nodded. 

“I don’t know too much about the whole witcher-y metabolism and diet but um Can- Can you eat raw meat?” Jaskier questioned in a forced calm voice. He was really just panicking. Eskel nodded and Lambert said “We can process meats and out organs just kinda get rid of the harmful calls and bacteria. We don’t really get sick”. 

“Oh. Okay. Alright. Well I hope you enjoyed it but how about next time we all wait for breakfast as a family. We don’t need to eat raw meat, especially not frozen meat. Also, Geralt, we do not eat breakfast until we are dressed in at least underwear. Okay, no eating naked. Um, Geralt darling once you finished eating… that. Go wash up in the bathroom with a soapy washrag, you too Wolfie.” Jaskier says in a tired voice. Eskel and Geralt nodded understandingly. Lambert was swaying on the balls of his feet behind Jaskier. 

“Lambert, what would you like to eat? I’m going to make oatmeal with berries for me. You can have whatever you want.” Jaskier said and guided the youngest to sit on the stools at the counter. Lambert thought for a moment before yawning and saying “something to make me fat. I want bread and peanut butter and cheese and um… pasta and everything else” Lambert finished and smiled at Jaskier. 

This was a test. To see if Jaskier would get mad if they got in the cupboards, ate unhealthily, if they wanted too much, if they wanted to get fat. The witchers were testing him. Jaskier was passing with flying colors so far. 

Jaskier nodded. “Alright, I mean we can have Italian for dinner tonight and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch. How about grilled cheese for now? And a nice glass of milk or juice or both?” Jaskier said and Lambert looked shocked. 

“Really? I can actually have that? I can really have that to eat right now? Can I have two? I love grilled cheeses!” Lambert said and his ears picked up and his eyes twinkled. Jaskier smiled and pulled out a couple slices of American cheese and grabbed four pieces of bread from the box. 

Soon all three witchers, dressed in jeans and T-shirts, sat at the counter scarfing down grilled cheese sandwiches and drinking milk and juice. Eskel had plastic cups to hold his, Geralt had cups with spill guards which were snapped on once he accidentally spilled some juice on his sandwich. Jaskier had calmly explained that babies have accidents and that it’s okay. Lambert had eaten three sandwiches and then decided that he was done and said he wanted a bottle of juice and wanted to sit in the sun by the window. 

Jaskier had pulled out a muted green sippy cup and filled it up with apple juice and gave it to the cat. Lambert was happier than could be lying stretched out in the sunshine by the window. Every once in a while he would drink his bottle up to his lips and then set it back in the shadowed area. 

Once everyone was sufficiently fed, including Jaskier who had decided what the hell and had a grilled cheese himself, Jaskier said that it was ‘outside time’ which caused a lot of confusion. 

“What do you want us to do?”

“Where do we go?”

Jaskier shushed them all as he opened the french doors. He took a nice big breath of the still night cooled air and slipped on a pair of flip-flops as he walked out into the sunshine. The dew had fortunately already disappeared so Jaskier plopped down cross legged in the grass in the sunshine. He sighed and opened one of his eyes. The witchers were standing inside the door frame still. 

“Come on then. Do you want me to get the- Oh. My. Gods. I’m stupid!” Jaskier said as he remembered he hadn’t shown them the outside toy box! Jaskier quickly hopped up and got back to the patio. 

“You can come outside. You have to ask but you can almost always come outside. Now come here,I got you so much stuff!” Jaskier said excitedly. The witchers all stepped out onto the cold concrete of the patio. They curiously watched Jaskier walk over to a large green chest/bench. It looked like a huge box with seats on top.

Jaskier lifted the lid up to rest on the side of the house. The boys all gasped at what was inside. There were fetch rings, baseballs, kickballs, yoga mats, and even stuff to play baseball and soccer. Jaskier was gabbering about “I used to play soccer!” and “We could get swings or even a big sand box!”. The witchers weren’t listening though. They were all much too excited and happy to listen. 

“So what do you think? I already ordered some stuff for the pool but it’s imported and custom so it’ll be away before it gets here.” Jaskier said. As soon as that was out of his mouth the three of them wrapped him all up in wonderfully warm arms. 

“We love it!”s and “Thank you , daddy!”s where flowing all around him. Jaskier just laughed and patted backs. 

That’s how the next three days went. Going to sleep in Geralt’s room and migrating to Jaskier’s. All three of them would get up, get dressed, and eat breakfast. They would go to the backyard and stretch and Jaskier showed them how to play soccer and Geralt and Eskel had an affinity for baseball. Lambert got to indulge in his sugar habit, Eskel got to read any book he wanted (Jaskier ordered over a dozen for him), and Geralt got to play fetch for literal hours.  No one came around to bother them, per Jaskier’s request even though his best friend Yennefer was itching to meet the babies,  and nothing bad happened. 

Jaskier adapted to knowing Eskel rubbed himself against things at night so he had to wear underwears, and that he also would eat anything you put in front of him and would get sick if you didn’t give him a limit. He also hates warm concrete and does big hand flaps when he’s having sensory overload. 

Jaskier adapted to knowing that Geralt likes lettuce and doesn’t like very rich foods but will drink an entire gallon of chocolate milk in one day. Geralt likes to rather drink his food than really eat it. Jaskier also adapts to the fact that sometimes Geralt won’t talk, he would still be happy and okay but he just doesn’t wanna open his mouth apparently. He communicates through pointing and hand signals quite well though so Jaskier catches on pretty easily. Jaskier also figures that when Geralt kinda floats off in his own head and doesn't move for minutes on end he gets… upset with himself. Jaskier’s not sure why but he won’t ask. Not yet. 

Jaskier also adapts to knowing that Lambert hates being touched near his lower back or thighs and that he doesn’t like seeing too much skin all at once. He’s pretty used to seeing Geralt in the nude but he doesn’t like when Eskel or Daddy’s too… unclothed also. Lambert doesn’t like hearing certain words or being called certain things. And Jaskier gets used to Lambert letting him know that he needs to back off by bearing his teeth or hissing. 

By the end of the three days Jaskier is happy in their routine. He got used to getting dressed and brushing his teeth alongside the other three. He got used to being crammed in his queen bed ( Please gods, I ordered that big ass bed days ago!) Jaskier and the pups were all falling smoothly into a trusting and loving relationship. 

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[unboundwanderers]

“You should lay down, you hit your head pretty hard.”

THE PINK DOCTOR & SHENHE // Unprompted(?) I can't find the meme source if it was || ALWAYS ACCEPTING

HE WAS DELUSIONAL, there were THOUGHTS pounding through his mind. He blinked when he heard this voice clipping into his mind, seemingly pushing past the borders of sanity. He must've been pulled from some body of water, because he was damp. Now, however, he was in some type of Pharmacy? Some type of place? Whoever had put him here-- was just about to leave-- which is why he'd shot up, and why he could now feel hands on his body. "N-No!! Get off of me!!" He moved to shoot up, but there was a weight on his body. HE REMEMBERED FALLING OUT OF-- Falling from... somewhere... He crashed into a body of water-- remembering choking on smoke, his eyes strained from what he remembered to be sparks of flame and fire.

HE WAS WEARING CLOTHES that looked... ragged... scavenged. His green cargo jacket was opened, his black T-Shirt underneath was ripped at the seams, his black jeans had holes in them. He had cotton ripped from the seams and he was trying- still-- too push himself up. He looked down at his feet. "Where are my shoes--" He muttered softly, trying to roll out of the bed of the pharmacy. He grabbed the nearby person-- who seemed to be-- well, in the most accurate way to describe her, this woman was utterly BEAUTIFUL. However, he had other things to think about, that didn't mean that his BRIGHT Golden eyes weren't examining her as if he was making first contact.

He was a slender man, tall- but with bright pink hair and bright golden eyes. His skin was pale and he seemed to be of a medium build. What this Woman did not know, about this man-- THE DOCTOR-- was that he'd has just REGENERATED. He has thirteen lives, and in moments where his current life receives a fatal injury, every cell in his body re-adjusts itself in order to save itself. It's essentially like hitting one great big reset button, in which personality and physical features change in one moment- and that has just happened, now. However, on occasion: Regeneration causes a great big blast of energy. That blast of energy has caused damage to--

"THE TARDIS!!" He suddenly shouted, out, using this woman as a support and looking toward her with shocked eyes and a distressed glare. He moved to pull this woman closer-- all the thoughts suddenly folding inward on him as he tried to keep himself steady. Fighting off The Regenerative sickness was like trying to power through a fever-- "Miss- Madam!! Please--!! Listen to me, you must listen--!" He heard the sound of his voice for the first time. Finally, someone EDUCATED and proper. "I-- I am not... of your world-- I need--" He moved to stumble backward onto the Pharmacy Cot- but instead he just shot up onto his feet- as if he was trying to learn them for the first time.

"No- No!! Forget it, I'll-- Thank you so much for your help-- I need to get going." He stumbled out of the pharmacy and into the Harbor's streets.

[fatuifucker]

service dom venti x sub fem-bodied reader (no mention of boobs)

SUMMARY = from anon - "Hello! :D First I wanted to mention that I really loved reading your Xiao Oneshot. Your writing is so amazing! That's why I wanted to ask if you could maybe write another smut Oneshot with either Venti or Xiao. Maybe with a chubby or insecure reader? If content like that makes you uncomfortable or you don't want to write that it's alright too! But preferably with an afab and sub reader that's maybe more likely quiet? And maybe some praise included? Please ignore this ask if you don't want to write that. Have a nice day!"

WARNINGS = smut, use of the word "cunt, praise, oral (reader receiving), slight hair pulling, body worshipping (reader receiving), use of "muse" and "songbird" as pet names

W/C = 0.9K

A/N = anon was from my previous blog! it took me a LONG LONG while to finish this bc of lack of motivation. unfortunately i can't tag them and idk if they followed this blog but hopefully that anon sees this post!

"Are you sure you want to do it with me?" you asked for the umpteenth time, emphasising on the words 'with me'.

"Of course, my muse," Venti reassured you, looking up at you with endearment that you never thought you were worthy of. "There's no one else I would rather do it with. Now sit back and allow me to take care of everything."

Starting with kisses on your thighs, rubbing circles into them to ease you. He didn't want to rush since it's your first time doing such an intimate act together. Pressing the pads of his fingers against your skin, swirls of blue and green look up at you for confirmation. Your heart thrummed inside your chest as you nodded and splayed your legs. Cold air brushed against your nether regions before it was replaced by warmth. Hands latched onto his dark locks as you sighed, allowing the archon to suck and pull at your clit. His perfect lithe fingers caressed the seam of your cunt before he delved his middle finger inside.

"Ahh….oh, t-that feels...strange…" you whimpered, adjusting to the unfamiliar sensation. "Feels– mm! Nice…"

"I know, my muse," Venti smiled, giving little pecks on your thighs. "Tell me when it's too much."

Your body was quaking, shivering and shaking. It didn't help that your naked body was exposed to the icy breeze. You wonder if it's Venti's doing. He could feel it, the way your body trembled as you rocked your hips against his hand. Ever the loving and patient partner that he is, the pace that he set for you was slow but languid, pleasuring you without overwhelming you.

"Can I put another finger in?"

Too shy to speak, you could only nod your head. Your inside squelched as he inserted another finger, rubbing both against your wants and utilising a variety of heavenly movements while his thumb pressed against your clit.

"Pretty. My pretty, pretty songbird,"

He's soft. Even the volume that he's speaking in is soft. The only reason you were able to hear him was because the winds answer to him.

"Tonight, will you sing for me, my sweetest songbird?"

You inhaled sharply as Venti pulled his fingers out of your hole. His clean hand brushed against your hand that was clinging onto him — a silent reminder that you can tell him to stop at any time. Easing into it, his mouth kissed your entrance before his tongue slipped inside. You gasped, whimpering as you gripped onto him. His tongue, long and serpentine, hot and warm burned your insides. It licked and slurped and sucked, drinking your wetness and savouring it. Venti's unclean hand continued to toy with your bud, rubbing and pinching and pulling to get you to drown in pleasure.

"Aah! Ve-Venti...hah, mmhh–! I...ahaah…"

You wanted to speak. To tell him it felt good, to tell him to continue, to tell him you want more but–! All words died on your tongue. It was so foreign and strange, never did you think someone like you was deserving of this pleasure. You wanted to thank him, to love him but…

He slipped his tongue out of you, replacing it with his fingers once again, stroking and scissoring your hole.

"My muse, you truly were sculpted from the Gods," his voice wafted in the air with a lightness yet felt...heavy with adoration. "Your body is the most perfect form I have ever laid eyes upon. That's why I can never understand when you say you're too chubby or your body isn't pretty when to me, you are the most beautiful being in the world.

"You have me wrapped around your finger. You have enchanted a God with your body and he worships it. So please, believe me when I say that you're incomparable to any creation an artist could paint."

"Venti…"

The bard smiled. That same mouth surrounded your clit once again, dropping his gentleness and choosing to be rough with your body. His fingers and tongue fucked you, the room filled with lewd sounds – gasps, groans, sighs, urging to bring you to your apex. Wanting more, he slid his fingers out of you, using both of his hands to lift your legs and spread you further while he fucked your hole with his tongue 

"Venti! Venti, Venti, Venti– aaah! S-so, aah, Imma–" you moaned, rubbing yourself against his face. "M' cumming, m' cumming, cumming!"

You unraveled, arching your back as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Venti continued licking you, humming in satisfaction as he finished you off. Your back kissed the wrinkled mattress, panting. Your lover rose up  from his position, admiring the mess he made with a cheeky glint in his eyes as he sucked the rest of your fluids off his finger, even using the back of his palm to collect the colourless liquid dripping from his chin and licking it off. Embarrassed, you turned away from him, using your arm to shield yourself from his gaze.

"Ehe, I can't help it, you taste so divine. Like the finest of wines. You're made to serve the gods," he pauses before cheekily adding. "Well, just me."

You made a noise that was a mix between a whimper and a grumble before tossing a pillow at his face. Venti laughed, catching it and returning the blow by stuffing your face with the pillow. You playfully kick and punch at him before snatching it away from him and throwing it off to the side. He was grinning, his body hovering over yours as he snuggled his face into the crook of neck.

"Hey...are you okay, (Name)?"

You smiled, pressing your lips against his forehead. "Yes. Thank you, Venti."

[husbandhoshi]

imagine beating wonwoo in a video game

- you know who it is

hellloooo zeta :)

this might be an unpopular take but i feel like wonwoo wouldn’t get competitive with his s/o normally. actually, if you beat him in a game he’s pretty good at, he thinks it’s sexy.

but if you get a little too cocky, maybe teasing him a little too much or, worse, making a bet for whoever wins the next round, he’s dialed in. “you sure about that, love?” he asks as you’ve just said that whoever loses the next round has to give the winner head. and you’re on top of the world when you win Again, except little do you know that wonwoo might have just lost on purpose.

and now you’re bound to the headboard with his belt crudely around your wrists, wonwoo’s strong arms keeping your legs parted. “let me know if it hurts,” he had said firmly, holding your jaw in his hand to make sure he knew where your focus lied. and you, already horny from the anticipation of getting head, are in no place to deny him. “no, feels good,” you had replied, and his smile was enough to get you wet. he knew the both of you were experienced in restraints, but, god, it was sexy how he always checked in on you, always made sure you were comfortable and feeling good.

oh, you absolutely regret not setting better terms for the bet. because he’s licking you over the soaked through fabric of your panties, just with enough pressure that you feel the warmth his tongue, but not enough stimulation to get anywhere. “please, wonwoo,” you whisper, hoping for a crumb of sympathy as your hips grind up for more friction.

your underwear now sticks to you like a second skin so wonwoo can see the outline of the lips, the curve of your ass, the ridge of your clit. just to punctuate his question, he places his lips over your clit and mouths over the fabric. you throw your head back as another shaky moan is ripped out of you. “what’s wrong, love?” he asks. “thought you wanted me to kiss your pretty pussy? thought you deserved it?”

“s-shit—” you feel so bare, so powerless against your restraints and his strong arms holding your legs wide open, with no hope of escape. and with every moment of contact your hips tremble just a little bit, aching for more.

“smell so fucking good, princess,” wonwoo groans as he licks over the patch of wetness again, earning him another embarrassingly loud moan. “what color?” he asks, eyes intense and dark behind his specs.

“green,” you manage, tears already at the corner of your eyes. somehow you’re already at the precipice of your orgasm and he hasn’t even directly touched your cunt yet. “wonwoo, n-need it so bad.”

“mmm, this is all you get for being bad,” he replies, using a finger to lazily trace the outline of your cunt over the fabric. you instinctively pull at the belt to redirect some of the pleasure but quickly realize it’s futile. he laughs a little before lightly squeezing your pussy lips together with his fingers, just enough to put some pressure on your clit and enough so he can see your wetness shimmer in the low light, greedy hole already soaking with anticipation. every touch makes you whimper and your thighs shake pitifully as he slowly works you up to your high.

he lets you cum once in your panties, tonguing the seam of your cunt like a starved man and sending you over the edge. the entire panel of fabric over your kitty is soaked now, and he so meanly has you still wear them as he undoes the belt and challenges you to a rematch (which he wins and promptly fucks you bent over the table).