#IT JUST LOOKS SO INCREDIBLY COOL OH MY GOSH

[souporsaladnatural]

Fan: “Hi I’m Tessa, and my question is ‘Were there any moments, like scenes or episodes, in Supernatural where you were especially proud of your acting because you had done something and you felt you did it really good or you, like, had to portray a really hard emotion?”

Misha Collins: [...] Uhm, there was a scene, um, gosh I don’t remember what season it was, I want to say maybe season eight? It’s when Sam is possessed by… Gadreel?”

Other Fan: “Season nine!”

Misha: “Season nine, I was really close. Um, and, Bob Singer was directing, you [points at Jensen] were back- uh- behind the monitors, and in this scene, uh, Sam, who’s now possessed as Gadreel, is coming up toward me, and Bob Singer- um, he- he was was a big fan of like 1970s cinema, and there was this one shot that he really wanted to get which was just me punching directly into the camera. Uhm, and then Sam as Gadreel was gonna pass out. And this was like kind of just a cool moment of just being like in tune with the choreography of the moment.

And so I threw the punch, directly into the lens, and um, and everyone behind, uh, video village, which is where they’re watching on the monitors, where Jensen was and Bob Singer was, um, started laughing. An, um, Jensen came out into- We were in the kitchen, we were shooting on location in the kitchen, [laughing] and Jensen came out and said, ‘Misha that was fucking hilarious!... Oh, you weren’t kidding.’ Cause he registered the look on my face and then he said ‘Come here.’ and we went back to the monitors and they did the playback, and the idea was the fist goes right into the lens on the camera. And I did this. [Weird arm swing motion]”

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Context! This was right before Jensen gave his answer to this question, where instead of talking about a scene he was proud of himself for, he talked about how incredible Misha's acting was in the confession scene and how proud he was of him.

Misha: (tries to be silly and self-deprecating)

Jackles: So You Have Chosen Soliloquy

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[obsessedvibee]

Temptress

MDNI, 18+

Pairing: Austin Butler x Evelyn(reader)

Summary: Austin and Evelyn are on vacation in Hawaii and a little teasing game begins. Who can get the other to crack first?

Warnings: teasing, sex against a wall, neck squeezing? i don't wanna call it choking, unprotected sex, p in v, masturbation reference, dirty talk, what's a smut story without a little awkward boner?

Words: 2.5k

Authors Note: When I tell you I had such terrible writers block when trying to come up with the scenes where they tease each other. I don't know why that was so hard for me?? But I know a lot of you were waiting for this (I've never had so many notes on a teaser before! I'm so beyond thankful but now the pressure is a thousand times more I truly hope I don't dissapoint-oh gosh) story to be put out, so alas- here it is.

As always comments and reblogs mean the absolute world to me, so feel free to write your little hearts out or even message me!

But enough from me...enjoy!

The hot Hawaiian sun blanketed her body as she laid out on one of the white beach chairs. The sound of the nearby waves lapping at the sand lulled her buzzing mind. Only thoughts of her husband Austin were present. She was on vacation after all, he SHOULD be the only thing on her mind. 

Austin soon returned with two cocktails in his hands, handing the cold glass to her. She took it in her hands, the condensation dripping onto her thighs, causing goosebumps to form.

She took a generous sip, savoring the sweet flavor on her tongue, the alcohol warming her throat as she swallowed.

“Mm, you’re so hired,” she moaned, taking another gulp.

He chuckled, sitting to face her on the chair beside her. “Does that mean you’ll keep me around for another night?”

A smirk danced on his lips as she pretended to consider her options. 

She eyed him through her glasses, taking in his newly toned body. He’d always been thin, but he bulked up in the last month for his upcoming role. His shoulders were more rounded and his biceps held more shape. The lines of his abs were subtle beneath his skin with a bit of hair topping the waistband of his swim shorts. Her thoughts quickly began to fill with desire. A sudden little playful idea formed in her head.

She waited until his eyes made their way back to her before swiping her tongue along the rim of the glass before going in for another gulp.

His eyebrow twitched in response.

She straightened her posture, “that’s not a very respectable thing to say to a guest, now is it?”

Beneath her confident gaze, her heart pounded in her chest as the words left her mouth. 

He had to crack first. 

“My apologies, ma’am.” He stretched his arms above his head, his biceps flexing.

He didn’t miss a beat. 

He was on to her.

Let the games begin.

Although, she wasn’t sure if any kind of game had started when neither of them made a move in the last hour. But she did know she wanted to cool down and get out of the sun for a bit, feeling a bead of sweat roll down her back. 

“You gettin’ hungry?”

“A little,” she admitted.

He sat up, groaning as he stretched his stiff limbs. 

“You go ahead,” he encouraged, “I’m gonna take a quick dip before I head in.” He nodded his head towards the ocean. 

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his back as he walked right into the water, sinking down just enough to dunk his head before walking back up to shore. He ran a hand over his face and through his hair to slick it back like he was Fabio on some cover of a romance novel.

She was eating up every second of it. 

He looked her way right as her tongue darted out to wet her lips. 

A cool shower sounded incredible. For more reasons than one.

She abruptly stood, refusing to look in his direction, already knowing he had a smirk that was awaiting her gaze. Making her way to the outdoor showers, she gratefully slipped behind the wooden paneling. 

She briefly wondered if he’d follow in behind her.

Flipping the water on, she jumped aside with a shriek as a sudden spray of freezing water hit her.

If her nipples weren’t pebbled up from a moment ago, they sure were now. 

She waited a bit hoping the water would warm some, but quickly realized there wasn’t going to be anything remotely tolerable coming out of the shower head any time soon. 

Turning the spout off, she stepped back out into the heat again, almost welcoming the warmth if it weren’t for the dried sweat that covered her skin. 

“Was that water a little too cold for you?” Austin chuckled as he toweled himself dry. 

“Straight from an iceberg- that's what that was.” She grumbled lightly, watching as his hands moved the towel over his body.

Everything’s always hotter when it’s wet.

“Is that why you’re..” he stuck his pointer fingers out from his chest, nodding to her breasts, “pokey?”

She blushed.

“Or is it just cuz of me?”

“Careful,” she warned, pausing in the doorway. 

He wanted to talk about her boobs? 

She could work with that. 

Reaching for the strings of her bikini top, she pulled them loose letting the bottom fall free. 

He visibly swallowed watching her hands, his throat bobbing.

Oh the power of a little peek-a-boob.

She turned, not able to contain her cheeky grin as she made the snap decision to rid her top as a whole, keeping her back to him as she dropped it to the floor.

“Hey, that’s not-“ he trailed off as she turned to face him with a giggle, his eyes drinking her top half in. “…fair.”

“Anything is fair game, but the first to touch the other person loses.”

He reluctantly brought his eyes back up to hers. She could almost see the tug of war that was going on in his brain of where to look.

“You were going to order dinner for us, weren’t you?” She teased, scooping up her top before beelining it for the shower. 

*****************************

It was after dinner, and he had just turned the water off for his own shower. He called her over to him from the bathroom. 

She walked over to find him with just a towel tied low on his hips, standing in front of the clouded mirror. Steam was still hanging in the air from the hot shower, adding to the mood. 

A dark new tan colored his skin from all the time spent on the beach the last few days. Her mouth almost watered as his muscles flexed beneath his skin while he spread shaving cream over his face. 

“Hi,” he greeted, a playful look in his eyes.

A nervous smile pulled at her mouth, “hi?”

“I need your help.”

She raised a brow, “with shaving?”

He nodded, patting the counter with his hand, “come sit.”

“But I can’t touch you?”

He chuckled, handing her his razor, “you’ll have to be careful then.”

She stood frozen for a moment contemplating the challenge. Not wanting to back down she hopped up on the counter, sitting tall. 

His eyes sparkled mischievously, watching as she brought the razor gently to his face. The air seemed electrified as she scooted a little closer, their faces now only a few inches apart. Pressing the blade to his skin, she made the first swipe. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip in concentration as she focused on not slicing his sensitive skin. Her arm almost shaking by the end from the exertion. 

Making the final swipe, she finally realized how close they were, feeling the exhale from his nose. She’d never craved to kiss him so badly before, she could practically feel the warmth of his lips on hers. 

She sudden feel of his towel brush against her inner thigh snapped her out of her lustful haze. Looking down she noticed she wasn’t the only one getting affected. 

She pulled away rather abruptly, quickly hopping off the sink. Straightening her shirt, she looked back at him. The tips of his ears were red, but whether that was from the shower or if he was actually blushing she wasn’t sure. 

“That doesn’t count,” he defended, clearing his throat.

“No?”

He took another towel to his face, “I can’t-“ he looked at her, “control it.”

Taking one more glance down to see the obvious sign of his arousal she was almost light headed with desire just knowing he wanted her just as much. 

She fled before she could lose control and yank him back into the bedroom.

Were there any rules against taking her own pleasure into her own hands?

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Later that night, well after the sun had set, the bonfire crackled weakly as it began to die out between them, only the moon casting a blue glow on the sand. The breeze caused a chill to shiver up her spine, and of course Austin noticed. 

“You cold?”

She reluctantly nodded.

He picked up a stick and poked around in the burnt logs trying to coax a new flame, but only a few extra sparks fluttered up into the air.

“There's some other ways we could keep warm.” The words fell out of her mouth before she could think.

He paused. “Are you forfeiting?”

Her fingers tingled with the desire to touch him.

“Is the temptation too much for you?” She quipped.

They were both fighting for their lives.

“Only ‘cause it comes from you.”

Fuck. 

Damn him and his way with words.

His eyes were like a magnet pulling her to him and she was too weak to pull away. His tongue swiped over his lips, his eyes darting behind her.

“If you put that towel down, I’ll take you right here.” He said, his voice dropping an octave.

She bit her lip, failing to hide her smile as a new warmth spread through her veins for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day.

“Didn’t know you were an exhibitionist.” She slowly reached back for the towel, spreading it open on the sand.

She hardly had time to situate herself down before he was on her.

He hovered his lips over hers, teasing just a bit more. She could feel his breath on her lips. Every inch she moved back, he inched just as far forward. 

“Aus,” she whispered.

“Hmm?” 

“As much as I want to do this right here-“ she inhaled sharply as his lips nearly brushed hers, “-what if there’s paps?”

He pulled away with a heavy sigh.

“C’mon,” she stood, before she took off running as best as she could in the shifting sand, a laugh bubbling past her lips. She just made it past the front door when Austin's arm snaked its way around her waist, “not so fast, baby.”

Her soul cried out in joy as she felt the weight of his touch on her, his warm skin making her nerve endings sing.

He pulled her into him, his front pressed to her back, his head lowering over her shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going?”

She laughed some more as his cheek brushed against hers.

“Where do you wanna do this, hm?” He spun her around.

A full grin spread across her mouth as his hands found hers, and he began to toy with their fingers.

“You wanna do this right here?”

She nodded, her heart skipping a beat when he gently pressed her back into the wall of the hallway, his forehead pressed to hers, his blue eyes swirling with lust.

Like a dam that breaks when the flood waters come, so was his desire for her, breaking through in a heavy long awaited kiss; his mouth finally devouring her own.

His hands fumbled with her shirt, his fingers almost trembling. Quickly discarding it to the floor,  his hands began to explore the newly exposed skin, earning a moan when his thumb swiped over her nipple. 

His desperation was contagious. She tugged at his shirt blindly, his mouth the only thing she could focus on.

He took a half step away to pull his shirt over his head, “tell me what you want, Ev.”

She whined, reaching for him, “Aus.”

He raised a brow with a little smirk, “hm? You’ve mentioned it before.” His fingers slotted into the belt loops of her shorts tugging her closer to his warm chest pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Take me against the wall,” she all but whispered.

“There's my good girl.”

His fingers reached down, popping the fly open on her shorts and yanking them down over her hips, landing at her feet. His cock twitched realizing she had been pantyless the whole evening. 

Ridding himself of his own shorts, he quickly hoisted her up, gripping her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, his already stiff length brushing teasingly at the inside of her thigh.

They both fumbled for a moment trying to get him in her, the angle proving to make things difficult, “put your leg down for a sec-“

Lowering her leg carefully back to the floor, freed up his hand and he quickly positioned himself at her entrance and pushed inside. She inhaled sharply as her walls stretched to accommodate him.

“God, I don’t think I can ever get used to that,” she breathed as he eased in, gripping his bicep for dear life.

He gave a few slow strokes, testing the position.

Once he was sure they were stable, he hiked her thigh a little higher around his waist, spreading her open just that much more. Slotting his mouth over hers, he reached a hand up to squeeze her breast, coaxing a moan out of her. His hips began to piston faster, jolting her into the wall with each thrust. 

“Can you-“ a particularly hard thrust caused her to stutter. “A-Aus.”

His eyes darted to hers, his hips stopping. “You okay?”

“Don’t stop,” she whined, pulling at the hairs at the bottom of his neck, “-need you deeper.”

“Shit- yeah?” He reached down, getting her to wrap her other leg back around his waist. 

A wanton moan danced in his ears from her mouth as he sunk even deeper into her, “fuck, yeah.”

He pressed her harder into the wall, hips working double time, panting heavily in her ear as he held her, his fingers digging into the skin of her thighs. Sweat began to form across his forehead from the exertion, dampening his hair. Little groans began to fall from his mouth as their passion progressed, unable to contain it all inside.

A sudden impulse came over him and his hand reached up to her neck, squeezing gently. Her eyes widened as he locked his eyes to her, pressing their foreheads together. He slowed his thrusts, taking his time making her writhe with every push of his hips into her. 

“Baby-“ she mewled, clawing her fingernails into his shoulders.

He could feel her tightening as her climax quickly  approached. “You gonna cum for me, baby?” 

She squeezed tighter with her legs, her fingers tugging harder at his hair, pulling a grunt out of his throat. 

“Give me a good one, c’mon.” 

She held her breath as her high took hold, her walls spasming around his length.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled as he felt her squeeze every part of him as her climax hit. He quickly fell into his own orgasm, his blue eyes rolling back. His cock spilled heavily inside of her, painting her walls white with a low moan.

As her limbs loosened, her walls continued rhythmically milking every last bit from him until he was completely soft, quickly slipping out of her as he carefully let her down.

“Just so you know,”  she said between breaths, “you lost.”

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This sounds silly, but oh my gosh— this blog just makes me feel so much whenever I see a new post from here in my dash. I didn’t think it was possible to feel that specific kind of emotion before. Like… on one hand, it makes me really really sad, that there was a time on the internet when we didn’t have to worry about AI scraping and reverse image searches and could just post our silly little everyday pics. That was before my time, but I wish that I could still do that now.

On the other hand, this makes me also feel incredibly touched. I love this so much because it’s just small glimpses of people’s lives, shown through a medium that no longer exists (I don’t think people still post this kind of content often or have the platform for it?). It’s the view someone thought was pretty on a day when I was two years old and I will never meet this person and maybe they’ve passed away and maybe they no longer think of that view or maybe they dream of it but either way, here I am, staring at the snow on the glass and like… fuck.

Beauty is eternal, of course, but the most wealthy in societies across history have tried to leave great monuments for us to remember them by. But I’ve never looked at those old statues of great and felt this way about them. I see the slaves who built them and the emperors who were forced into marriages and died young. (Though there can be beauty there, too, sometimes — not all artefacts or rulers created equal, of course.) But these pictures… they weren’t taken with that intent. They were uploaded to be shared, sure, but the contents of them — rainbows, teddy bears, pets. People sharing what they love with us, who they will never know, and we who will never know them.

That just makes me so oddly emotional for some reason. I do follow a religion but I also feel very deeply about Earth and civilisations and humanity, about what we put into the world and what we leave behind when we’re gone. And this blog, for me, is a literal time capsule of why I cry to be human, sometimes — because love never ends, does it? Someone loves something enough to take a picture of it, because it touches their heart. You love these pictures enough to start this blog, because they touch your heart too. I see them on my dash and they touch my heart too. Years or identities don’t matter, but the love has stayed. Been built on, even. Is there anything more beautiful than that?

I’m literally crying all over again, so basically — what I wanted to say is that I think this is a really cool blog, op, and thank you for sharing these photos with us <3

❤️❤️❤️

[b-yeonder]

Bringing Them Breakfast In Bed (Brothers + Undateables)

↬  Genre/Content Warnings: Fluff. Someone gets a boner.

LUCIFER:

When you walk in balancing the breakfast tray Lucifer is already sat up in bed checking his D.D.D for any important news from RAD, but his attention is quickly diverted to you. The spread you offer him? Buttered toast, two different types of jam in cute little decorative jars, a full wine glass, and a cup of tea.

"Wine in the morning? What do you take me for," he chuckles putting his phone down. Grinning you tell him that it's just grape juice to which he laughs and accepts the tray from you with a sincere thank you. Finds it incredibly endearing and can't stop smiling - calls you his good girl/boy with a wink. Will definitely put him in a good mood for the rest of the day.

MAMMON:

"For me? All of it? Really?"

Yup! He's flabbergasted, blinking stupidly with his mouth hanging open as his cheeks redden before eventually catching himself and clearing his throat, putting on his usual bravado.

"Well damn, I definitely deserve this huh, being the Great Mammon after all!" Cheeks are still red despite his demeanor change. Takes the tray and starts tucking in with gusto.

"Ya gonna help me with this right? Here, I'll feed ya a pancake look--"

He does, insisting on feeding it to you by hand and is a happy bubbly fella all morning. Why? Because his human pampered him and he feels s p e c i a l. (Because he is, of course.)

LEVIATHAN:

Shakes off his tiredness in an instant when he realises what you're handing him.

"Is this that Limited Edition Ruri-chan cereal!? WHOOOAAH!"

A million thank yous before he takes a million pictures to post on his social media (probably with cute captions like "I have the best gf/bf lololololol") and is loathe to eat it but it looks so good and ohhh man he's caved already and it IS good. You can't help but laugh at him as he eats it with his eyes closed, humming happily.

"I can't believe you got these. Just for me? Really? Like, the whole box, you don't want any at all?" Blushes reaaal hard once it dawns on him how difficult it must have been for you to get and that you made all the effort for him and him only.

"What if I feed you a spoonful? They're really good." Blushy blush, hide behind that fringe cutie pie.

SATAN:

"Ohh well well well, what have we here?" A smirk as you hand him his tray. Freezes when he sees what's on his plate and his cheeks redden quickly. You can't help but grin as he just stares. Cat pancakes. Cat-head shaped pancakes with syrupy faces.

"You okay there?"

"I....they're..." He clears his throat and blinks up at you.

"Cute right?" Your grin widens as he nods.

"I don't know if I can eat them..." At his mumbled confession you laugh and plop next to him on the bed, offering to feed them to him which has him blushing more. What can I say, sleepy morning bedhead Satan is easily flustered.

ASMODEUS:

"Oh darling this is amazing! But really all you had to do was show up nude and that would have been all the breakfast I need--"

"ASMO!"

He giggles and licks his lips at the delicious looking spread laid before him. "G A S P, is this GLITTERY JAM!?"

"Yes! Isn't it cool?"

Squeals and tucks in, rolling his eyes in his head. "Oh my gosh it tastes as good as it looks. This would make a good lipstick colour, we should go looking for one later." Uses it as an opportunity to gossip and get a few little flirtatious moves in before the day has even started. Dabbing jam on your nose just to lick it off making you snort with laughter and shove him away. 

BEELZEBUB:

Presented with a full English breakfast, a giant stack of pancakes, and orange juice - his eyes are the size of saucers as his pupils flick from the food to you.

"What's wrong, handsome?"

"I'm trying to decide what I want to eat more right now - the food or you." Because yes the poor sausage is overwhelmed and gets hard with excitement over all the deliciousness before him. Ends up shoving some egg in his gob followed by a pancake and half of the orange juice before pouncing on you. "Lemme love you!"

"BEEEL-!" He's grinning and smothering you with breakfasty smooches leaving you a giggling mess.

(Would want to finish his breakfast with you wrapped in his arms after because hugs and food are the best.)

BELPHEGOR:

"I've never seen you eat breakfast so I didn't know what to make you therefore I am serving myself," you say, gesturing to yourself with a flourish.

"Perfect." Instantly grabs you and starts biting and gnawing at you making you erupt in a fit of giggles and try to push him off. "Mmmm human, so delicious!" Keeps going, pinning you down and climbing on top.

"BELPHIE STOP THAT TICKLES." Evil grin plastered on his face, eventually ends the antics with a kiss on your nose. Then bites it.

"Just for future reference though, I love a good omelette. Make me one of those and I'm yours forever."

"You're not already mine forever?"

"No, you suck, make me an omelette." Collapses on top of you so you can't go and make one even if he wasn't just winding you up. 

DIAVOLO:

Has a massive grin on his face the moment you set foot in his room, getting even bigger when he sees you've brought food. You serve it professionally, pretending to be Barbatos and making him laugh. 

"Your breakfast, young Master."

"Ooo, my birthday must have come early? OH! Is that...a foam Cerberus in my coffee!?"

Devours everything eagerly, insisting on sharing with you no matter how much you protest. 

"Come now, you deserve to taste the fruit of your labours. It's wonderful!" Like a big kid, smothers you with kisses when he's done. "I'll have to think of a proper way to repay you..."

BARBATOS:

Completely taken by surprise - it was usually him that was serving meals after all and here you were up at an even earlier hour than him handing him a breakfast tray? Doesn't know what to say at first, eyes roaming over the food you'd prepared for him until he spots the little flower-shaped strawberries you'd cut for him - something he'd done for you once to cheer you up when you were sick. 

"Seeee," you say with a playful nudge as you settle next to him. "I've been learning."

"You have...this looks wonderful, thank you." He leans over to press a delicate kiss to your lips and you mumble a quiet you're welcome against them. The two of you share a rare moment of solitude chatting idly and enjoying each others' company before another busy day at the Palace begins.

SOLOMON:

Eyes you and the food warily. "You trying to poison me again?"

"Dude it was just gone-off milk it wouldn't have killed you. Also that was a whole year ago why are you still holding that against me?"

"Yeah well..." Sniffs it just to be sure then flashes you a playful smile. "I'm just messing. This looks really good - thanks."

Halfway through tucking in: "Y'know I'd offer to return the favour but you'd probably die so I won't bother."

"Yeah please don't," you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. 

"Although....what if you were my breakfast next time? Worth a thought," he mused, tapping his spoon against his bottom lip as you rolled your eyes.

SIMEON:

Oh...this is awkward...

You both are bearing breakfast trays intended for the other, and you both burst into laughter before making your way to his room where you swap trays and tuck in. 

"I can't believe this..."

"We're too in tune with each other," Simeon smiles, sipping at his tea. 

"Yeah, I guess we are." The food was delicious - heavenly even and you found yourself closing your eyes from pleasure while eating it. "This is amazing, Sims."

"Glad you like it," he replied with a grin. "You've made these eggs perfectly."

"I'll have to make them for you more often."

"I'd like that a lot."

Simeon definitely tries feeding you at one point, laughing sweetly at your eagerness to take it from him.

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[davidtennantgenderenvy]

Things That Happened At Dallas Fan Expo Day One (P2)

I kept waving my bi flag at people when I liked their cosplays Lauren your autism is showing Jodie Whittaker called me darling oh my gosh she’s precious

I asked her what advice Thirteen and Beth would give each other! She said “never give up hope” and “cherish every moment you get” and I also complimented her on her singing which made her very happy

My first meeting with David was team photo op with Jodie and the second I saw him I kind of collapsed a bit a the next thing I knew he was kind of catching me and holding both my hands and looking me directly in the eyes just beaming down on me the kindest, crinkliest, most sincere smile I’ve seen in my entire life and for all of 20 seconds I felt like the specialest person on the face of the planet

at some point I said “hi I’m Merlin’s girlfriend!!!” And he’s like “oh that’s wonderful!” and then this absolute dork just says “WELL DONE TEAM” David Tennant the man shaped being you are

it was so fun after the photo was taken seeing other people who were doing and about to do the same thing and also going insane and being like “I KNOW RIGHT” like the effect he has on people is unparalleled

met a few tumblr mutuals and people who’ve seen the video essay which was just so cool, thank you so much to everyone i got to see!

things started to go a bit downhill around late afternoon, David’s stuff got incredibly behind which resulted in Jodie’s solo op being incredibly behind, luckily there were loads of lovely nerds to chat with like I’ve never been in a room where this many people are this insane about the same dude

when we FINALLY got in line for David’s autograph he took forever to show up and god bless his poor sweet heart I have no clue how he ever got through all of those people there had to be like a thousand, all of whom stayed after the con had technically closed just to see him. Unfortunately he really couldn’t take his time like he wanted to which meant the questions I had meticulously planned ended up being completely useless and when it was my turn I was a stammering bedraggled mess and the poor thing was too confused to say more than two words at a time and then before I could ask him anything else I was shooed away before I even could process it happened

obviously I was very sadwetpathetic afterwards and my feet were KILLING ME but it’s okay, I get another shot tomorrow! And of course I have to commend David for his incomparable generosity, he is a DIAMOND for staying so long even after the con closed to make sure everyone could get what they paid for.

oh and I kissed my boyfriend for the first time :))) @elsinore-and-inverness

[mgc02]

Sleeping Together

Platonic!Lucifer x fennec fox Reader, slight platonic! Angel Dust x reader at the end. Let me know If you want part 2 I have some cool ideas for more

Cw: awkward situations ig, I'm aroace so I like unconventional platonic relationships, some swearing and suggestiveness from Angel

Being a small fennec fox demon wasn't easy. You were known for your small size and cuteness. So you were often seen as easy prey. But you also were so cute and incredibly soft that many couldn't resist touching you. You were used to it to some degree. But for some reason you still didn't see this coming.

It was the middle of the night and you had snuck out of your room and crept through the hotel to grab yourself a midnight snack. You were startled by the sound of someone entering the kitchen and discovered it was Lucifer (looking incredibly sleep deprived). You apologized immediately. "Oh sorry I was just grabbing a snack" you explained. "Sometimes I get cravings at night. I woke up a couple times tonight and couldn't get food off my mind maybe cause-" you stopped after realizing that not only was Lucifer not listening but he was staring at you like he was in a sleepy trance.

Not quite aware of what he was doing he kneeled down a bit and reached his hand towards you. He began petting you on the head and behind the ears. You at first were frozen unable to think of what to do before you melted at the touch of being petted. It was a weakness of yours. Before you knew it he had you in his arms carrying you off while scratching behind your ear. He took you into his room and petted you on his bed. He could not stop yawning. You were too comfortable to question what was going on and Lucifer was too tired and distracted to realize what he was doing

You woke up cozily tucked into Lucifer's arms before memories came flooding back and you tried to wiggle free. Lucifer woke up with a moan and noticed his hold on you before releasing you in a panic. "OHHHhhh. My gosh! I'm so sorry... this is-this is weird. I've never done this before" he was extremely apologetic and embarrassed. You calmed yourself and even though it was awkward quickly realized he was being genuine. "It's alright. Let's-let's just try and pretend this never happened" you said trying to make it less awkward. "Yes. Well um... yeah that's probably for the best"

Though you guys acted weird around each other all day it seemed like it was gonna stay in the past. That is until you got a knock at your door at 3 am. You opened it to see Lucifer with bags under his eyes with a nervous expression. "Hi, I hope I didn't wake you..." Lucifer began cautiously. "Whats going on?" You asked. "Look, i know we said we'd pretend like it never happened but I actually have never slept that good in my life. I... I don't sleep the greatest. Especially not since Lilith left. I tried really hard to put it outta mind tonight but I couldn't help it. I was wondering if... if..." He fumbled and turned red with embarrassment and you of course caught on to what he was trying to ask

"A sleepover every now and then couldn't hurt" you agreed careful with your wording as to not make either of you more uncomfortable. "But, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. No hanky panky, no dinner dates" you spoke clearly and strictly. "Wouldn't dream of it. Sooo... platonic?" He responded. "Platonic" you confirmed.

"Also, let's keep this between you and me" you stated. You didn't want people at the hotel (Angel) cracking jokes and you didn't want them to get the wrong idea either. It was something better kept private you thought. Lucifer nodded "of course"

That night led to many others. You and Lucifer spent so many nights together that you started to develop a strong bond. It was an odd relationship but you were grateful for it. That was until one glorious morning you awoke bright and early (as you usually did to avoid suspicion) and you crept out of Lucifer's room so you could head back to your own but as you closed Lucifer's door behind you heard a certain someone catch you in act.

"Wow, never thought you and the big dick in charge would be a thing" Angel grinned as you sighed and turned around to face him. "So how long you two been getting frisky? Man the broads are gonna flip" you wanted to slap him but unfortunately you couldn't reach. "It's not like that" you tried to explain. "Oh please, you sneaking out of his room early in the morning in your jammies? You think I'm fuckinh dense?" He questioned and you let out a heavy sigh realizing you had to tell him the truth or things would get very awkward soon.

You relayed the whole thing onto him. You hoped he would believe you. You knew this was definitely unconventional so you weren't sure. Finally you finished telling him what was going on and how it happened. "Soo... you guys just been sleeping together bit ACTUALLY sleeping?" He sounded surprised but it seemed like he believe you. "Yes" you answered with relief. "...All because you're like... this magical cure for insomnia?" He sounded a bit off when he asked that and you weren't sure why. "Yeah I guess... I don't know..."

"Can I give it a try?"

[yandere-paramour]

So I just got a hilarious idea of Atalanta. So you know how I’m movies especially rom coms there can be that moment where the leading lady find the guy in a “comprising” position with another woman. Say like they fell and one of them is on top of the other. How would Atalanta react if reader walked in and like her secretary was on top of her or vise versa?

I just think it would be hilarious to see this woman absolutely panic trying to explain what happened. Especially if reader was just nonchalant about it.

(Oh my gosh this is such a good ask, this is so funny)

Okay, so the closest person to Atalanta who could be considered a friend is her secretary, Noelle. Like in terms of people she's close to, it goes parents, Noelle, college acquaintances. Noelle and her actually do talk about things and Noelle has signed a serious NDA and receives a very hefty salary. Like Noelle makes 6 figures for dealing with Atalanta's bullshit constantly. Atalanta could call her at 2 in the morning asking for a flight to Croatia with box tickets to the opera and Noelle will call back an hour later saying that her flight leaves in two hours and there will be a continental breakfast waiting for her on the plane.

The way I see it, there are two ways where this could go assuming Noelle tripped and accidently fell on Atalanta: Darling walks in and flips tf out, or Darling walks in and is completely cool.

If Darling came in and absolutely lost it, Atalanta would probably throw Noelle off her (And to be honest Noelle would throw herself off), and immediately go to explaining to Darling. Atalanta would beg for Darling to listen, and probably spend the next month being extra loving and sweet to try and make it up to you. She isn't cruel; in her own strange way, she really does care for Noelle and she won't fire her for tripping. Darling is going to have to get used to it, but Atalanta will do anything she can to try and smooth the tension.

If Darling came in and was super nonchalant about it, Atalanta would be happy. She'd take you out for lunch happily and you'd have a completely normal day together. But then later tonight, she would start nitpicking everything. Why didn't you react? Are you mad at her? Do you just... not care? She will go over every interaction that day trying to convince herself that you're not mad at her. By the time you wake up, she will have worked herself into a panic and she looks like this: 😱🥺😖😫🫠🤯. She will spend the entire month doing sweet and romantic things for you like buying you presents, taking you out for fun things, and spending endless nights devoted to your relaxation and pleasure. And the entire time, she will send you longing, pitiful looks that when you ask her what's wrong, she's just like 😔 Nothing, Beloved, Don't worry yourself. She's such a girlfailure that she keeps this up for a month before she finally gets it through her head that you're not mad at her and you don't even know what she's talking about.

Also, during this time, Noelle is so annoyed because she knows her boss is an incredibly successful loser, but she accidentally caused this despair by tripping over her feet, so she feels responsible for fixing this. She spends every single day trying to convince Atalanta that you're not mad and you probably don't care because it's an accident but Atalanta refuses to listen to reason because she's stupid. So now Noelle has to track down expensive gifts and theatre tickets and set up romantic scenes fully knowing that there's no reason to do this. So she tries to ask you to tell Atalanta your feelings, but every time you try to talk to Atalanta, she thinks you're just being brave and pushing down your feelings to not upset her, and now she feels worse and tries to romance you harder.

Noelle is so fucking tired of you two, but that paycheck makes her feel better. Somewhat.

[bubblebbg]

The days that pass this slow are sweet.

Yuta x reader headcanons, young love

It's been a long time since he's felt like this, the way he does about you. Yuta Okkotsu is new to romance, stumbling through young love with all of the inexperience it entails. He tries though. He really does.

When Yuta first meets you, the air is sucked out of his lungs. His face is warm and he's stuttering because you're just so beautiful, and you're nice to him on top of that.

So when you gently call his name and he realizes he's been staring at you, and intensely at that, while you tried to return the pencil he dropped, he's a total mess. You know his name? Oh my gosh, you're the most beautiful, kind person he's ever met -

Aaand, he's a goner. From that day on he hovers around you, hanging off of every bit of attention you'll spare him. He feels a bit like duck waiting to be thrown breadcrumbs, but he's too infatuated to care.

He makes sure to eat lunch with you everyday, eyes locked on your expression through every word of conversation. He thinks he's sneaky, but everyone and their mother can tell how lovesick he is.

After long days of training, he's always right there by your side with a towel and a bottle of water to help you unwind. He points out where you did well, what areas he thinks you could improve on. And if you suggest private training together? Oh boy, his heart is racing.

He can never turn you down, no matter what it is you ask. You want to go to that arcade after classes? Sure! You text him to sit on the school rooftops and just talk? He's already up there, asking where you're at.

This extends to things you don't say too - he'll see you add something to your wish list on amazon and he's handing it to you in the next week with a bashful expression. If it makes you happy, the money is better spent. Most of the things occupying your room by this point were gifts from him.

Yuta is the most considerate person you know. That time you got sick during finals, he rushed right over with all of the remedies the internet told him to get, catching you up on any missed lectures or training. His face is warm when you rest your head on his shoulder in a sick haze. His friends may make fun of him but this, this is worth it.

He tries to confess to you, he really does, and Panda and Toge are starting to get sick of waiting. But the timing just never seems right - someone else is always trying to get your attention, something is always coming up right in the middle. He doesn't blame you; you're incredible, of course everyone's pulling you from every direction. He just wishes, hopes that he's as high on your list as you are on his.

When he sees some tall, attractive guy asking for your number from afar, he's sure this is it. He tries not to cry because it's silly to cry over something that was and wasn't at the same time, but his hands are clenching the stems of the flowers he bought you, the gift bag dropped to the floor. You catch sight of him and he immediately rounds a corner. He wants you to be happy, after all. Even if that's not with him.

You follow him to where he's sat on the ground against some lockers, sitting right next to him like you always do. He smiles, and you know him well enough to know that he's biting back sadness.

"I saw that guy asking you out. Congrats! He's really cool from what I've heard, popular, smart, the works. You guys will look good together." He tries to fake excitement, but again, you know him better. This is the same boy who's been glued to you for months, he can't fool you.

And you really don't mean to humiliate him, but it makes you laugh a little, shoulders shaking and a hand over your mouth. He looks at you confused, asking, "What? What's so funny?"

You sigh in content, turning to face him. He really is so adorable. His face always gives away how he feels before he says it.

"I said no."

"...what?" Eyes wide, but heart hopeful. "Really? But he's everything! He's attractive, he's -"

"I said no because I like you, Yuta." You take the gift bag that he was hiding (poorly at that, just stuffed behind his back against the locker) with all of your favorite snacks, rifle through it and find a charm bracelet. You put it on. "Where are the flowers? I know you got some."

He feels his heart pounding like never before now, face stricken with disbelief. Slowly, timidly, he hands you the flowers he had been holding out of sight.

You take them, closing your eyes for an appreciative whiff. Hydrangeas, your favorite.

It's all he can do to meet your eyes with his right now, cheeks flushed beyond belief. "...Really?"

You laugh again and he smiles as he turns his gaze to the floor, a hand scratching the back of his head.

"Yes, you dummy. For awhile now. I've just been waiting to see if you had the balls to confess yourself. Didn't mean for that guy to get in the way."

He smiles with a happiness you haven't seen before, eyes lighting up like you've just given him the world. Yeah, you think, It's always gonna be you, Yuta.

Yuta's silent for a moment. He mutters just loud enough for you to hear, "Can I kiss you?"

And you nod, that smile playing at your face that he yearns for everyday. You lean in and he closes the gap, lips tingling and warm and body brimming with electricity.

Days like this move so slow, basked in the yellows and oranges of sunsets. This has to be the slowest time has ever felt for you two, and neither of you want it to end.

You both pull back after a bit, eyes locked and a bit breathless. You reach for his hand and his fingers interlace with yours naturally.

Yeah, slow days like this are the sweetest.

[sanjisblackasswife]

There is just something about Sanji begging to taste you 😩 you write him so well, I’m so glad I found your account. On top of that you draw???????? You’re the entire package 😂

Haaaaaaaa thank u kindlyyyyyyyyyyyyy bUT FFFFF Can we talk about that though? Just real quick before I Head to bed??????

“Just One More Taste” Sanji x Black Fem Reader (NSFW)

“Sanji…” You tossed in your warm bed feeling the same familiar fingers grope and tug at your nipples from your shirt that has suddenly appeared to be unbuttoned..”what are you doing, baby?”

“I’m …I…want it.”

He always does this. Whether it’s break of dawn or the middle of the night Sanji couldn’t stop being so damn needy and touchy wanting to taste you.

You both aren’t even a couple, but one party filled night you let him eat you out once since you and him were alone in the kitchen and you were being a horny little mess and ever since he’d been glued to you.

He was like a damn parasite.

That was 2 weeks ago and for two weeks he’s been sneaking into your bedroom to cuddle you and ask for just another moment of pleasure for you. He doesn’t even want you to suck him off after he just LOVES your flavor.

“No, Sanji.” You slapped his hand away, you felt your scarf falling off your head and Sanji notices it before you and grabs it to tie it back on but you sit up and snatch it back. “You can sleep in here again, but you—-Sanji.”

His eyes were glued to your body, he was chewing on his lower lip while sitting up on his knees, eyes dark and filled with lust looking at your nipples just barely showing from the shirt and those very lacy and incredibly thin panties. So thin he could see your cl—

“Hey!” You snapped your fingers in his face getting out of his perverted trance. “Stop looking at me like I’m a piece of meat, LUFFY!”

“Wha! I would never!” Sanji dramatically gasped at you for calling him that, “I am just appreciating your beautiful…soft…sweet—“

“Stop.”

“Just one lick.”

“I’m not a popsicle either, buddy.”

“You’re Sweet Like One.”

“What?!”

“Nothing.”

You groaned back into your pillow, your thighs, breast, and tummy all jiggle in sync and Sanji’s eyes Just once again couldn’t tear away. You peaked over at his heart eyes holding his nose and you huffed,

“If you bleed on my bed again I’ll never let you taste me.”

Sanji immediately sat up straight, bare chest puffed up and held his breath. HE DID NOT want to ruin another opportunity.

“Oh my gosh…” you whined into a laugh at his antics. You’re charmed though. He has been super sweet to you and didn’t disclose your night with him to anybody he kept his cool (sort of).

You were contemplating, his tongue did feel nice for his first time. He even overstimulated you which has never happened and you have been a little str—-

“Sanji…”

You break thought feeling his lips kiss your legs, you didn’t even feel him move between them and spread them apart. He was laid on his stomach moving higher up kissing your pretty brown inner thigh very lightly giving you eye contact the entire time.

You’d be lying to say his gaze didn’t make you clench just a little.

“Sanji—“

“Please..” He pushed himself up further now applying more pressure in his kisses onto your hot inner thighs sucking each section a little before pulling away. “Just one more time…one more….”

Your breaths got shakier feeling him move to your left thigh giving that more attention, he had his eyes closed suckling on the inner fat of it so very close to your heat his cheek grazes against it. You jumped a little feeling his tongue give you small kitten licks.

“Can I…?” He was asking, but his motions were demanding. He placed your thighs carefully over his shoulders now giving your labia peppered kisses through the fabric.

“San….” You moaned turning your head away from the lustful sight. You hated how turned on you were feeling and knew he was able to see the small damp spot you left on your panties. “Sanji…”

He pulled said panties to the side with two fingers groaning at the sight and his eyes glowed, finally he was able to see it again. It was as pretty as last time he saw it and just aching to be licked by him and only him.

“Please…” His hot breath fanned over your heat, “Let me eat this pretty little pussy…”

You threw your arm over your face and nodded your head quickly in defeat making Sanji smile widely and his eyes sparkle with glee before his small soft lips attached itself to your clit.

Just for one night he needed another taste.

[stupidgalaxybrain]

If there's one thing I'm proud of as an artist, it's the fact I'm a style chameleon. I decided to sit down and recreate 4 artists I really love, and who better to do it with than with the most varied character in the entire franchise: King Dedede! This isn't just for appreciation though, but a study on how other people translate DDD's design, since character design is a passion of mine!

Let's start with @miniiieevee!

Oh my gosh their art is super great, and I think the most important part of getting the style right was the sparkles. I have never seen someone do highlights this way, and it's both super recognizable and super cute! For the King himself, we have a nice round beak, visibly blue eyes, a distinct head, pointed crown jewel, an undershirt, and stripes along the top of the belt. Like most of us, they use the (owo) kind of mouth and really fluff up the coat. Separate fingers can also show up for posing, following Spongebob physics. The stitching on the gloves and the little round eyebrows are another really cool touch! Out of all of the styles I looked at, this one has the most pastel colors.

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Next is @das-a-kirby-blog!

Das-a-kirby-blog has such a cool variety in their work, from really shapey sketches to super abstracted color schemes, which while super amazing, didn't provide me the best ref material. The colors here are frankensteined from a few sources, so I hope they capture their actual base color palette. They go for the pin-shaped route for body shape, with the undershirt (though sometimes there's no under layer), typically black eyes, extra belt stripes, and a chunky diamond shaped crown jewel. My favorite touch is the cottonball on the crown. Like I said at the top, they excel at shapes in their art!

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Third is @jojo-schmo!

I've been silently reading their roleswap comic, but I should've been loudly reading it because I super recommend it! I'd also say design wise their Dedede is the most unique! Besides myself they're the only one here to pick the kimono, they have a single blue stripe at the top of the belt, a triangular jewel, and the coolest element of the style, spirals! I've not seen anyone stylize the trim this way, and it's so cool in execution. Another unique element that really adds to certain expressions is the spiky teeth (which matches real life penguins! ...Don't look it up).

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Last but not least, @cosmicwhoreo!

God, their art is everything. The flow of the lines is so clean and smooth and everything they draw is super expressive. Their Dedede is by far the hugest, and also marks the 4/5 DDDs with a separate head, and 3/5 with black eyes. We have the belt stripes, occasionally a shirt, and a smooth tear drop jewel, but a uniquely shaped crown band. This design sees a lot of influence from the anime unlike the others here, so the color scheme is the most unique.

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As a conclusion, it's really cool to see all the different design elements that we pick and choose for DDD. Some give him his smash outfit. Some people give him a body type closer to K64 or KATFL. Some people draw his eye color, or separate eyebrows, and others don't. There's no detail that's the same across every version, but they're all our lovable king. If you don't recognize one of these artists, check them out! I can only do a fraction of the incredible work they do, and let me know if there's any other characters or artists you'd like to see this exercise with!

[cayleeuhithinknot]

❛ TENT TEMPTATIONS ❜

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉. . .during a fun camping trip with your friends, you end up bonding with the person you swore you hated. all over a tent.

cw: SMUT WITH PLOT, making out, unprotected p in v (wrap it please), cursing, use of pet names and y/n, oral (m receiving), getting caught kinda (oop), hair pulling, bigdick!chris (oop), softdom!chris and sub!reader. and probably more but i might’ve forgot😭 also not proofread (SORRY)

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“who’s idea was this again?” madi asks, the sound of her boots mushing on the soil like nails on a chalkboard.

“chris. who else would choose something as dumb as this to spend our weekend doing?” you reply, trudging through the leaves and branches. chris scoffs, shoving you lightly.

“you might wanna hit the gym more, y/n. i’m chilling.” he boasts. and very evidently, chris is lying. the sweat beading up and trickling down the side of his face, the way he took ragged breaths, and the pink hue forming on his pale skin were all indications that the stupid, exhausting trip up to your camping site was getting to him.

just like it was getting to you and the other 3.

usually, the triplets will drag you around to do all this stuff in the woods. but, madi? she doesn’t get out in the wilderness much. not necessarily that you were very cut out for it either. madi seems to have it the worst out of the 5 of you.

she’s been complaining about it ever since the first hour of the trip.

nick and matt were taking it more dramatically than you’d expected. matt swears he’s some wilderness and nature expert, but once you bring him in the woods, he’ll start telling you that every little leaf—even the harmless ones—is poison ivy.

“oh my gosh, we need to take a break,” nick huffs, stopping in his tracks to bend down and rest his hands on his thighs. “i know right—chris, how much longer?” matt agrees, expectantly turning to look at chris for an answer.

“an hour. how many times have i told you guys that it’s a 3 hour trip?” chris snaps back, making you roll your eyes.

this omniscient, cocky, egotistical attitude of his was starting to make you mad. he’d been acting this way the entire trip. going on and on about how he was the “leader” or something. and you’d have to endure it for a grand total of 2 days.

so far, you’ve been putting up with it for 2 hours straight, and you’ve gotten to the point where one singular impertinent comment or remark will make you burst.

it’s worse than the sun burning your scalp, your achy back, and your sweat ruining your freshly washed hair. so much for that everything shower the night before…

“we’re not taking another fucking break, nick! just push through.” chris follows up.

madi rolls her eyes too, shooting you a look to which you just shrug. a snarky “i told you so” rests at the tip of your tongue. it wasn’t your idea after all. when chris first proposed this idea to you, you’d warned him that this was how it was gonna go. but, of course, he didn’t listen.

you were no stranger to his stupid endeavors. in fact, you were possibly the person that was the most familiar with his sometimes irritable personality.

but, was he your bestfriend?

one might call him that.

but, is he also incredibly annoying and you can’t stand to be alone with him for more than 20 minutes?

yes. yes, he is.

the final hour passes, but it feels like 3 more with each aching step.

“this the campsite?” madi asks. she’s out of breath and water, just like everyone else.

“yeah,” you manage to get out, taking in the scenery and the woodsy smell.

“dude, this is crazy!” matt shouts, excitedly wrapping his arms around nick’s neck and ruffling his hair. this was right up matt’s alley.

“ouch, dude—yes, yeah, so cool” nick agrees, attempting to pry his brother off of him.

the near 3 hours of what felt like the five stages of grief were instantly made worth it after all.

the sparkling lake in the very back, the colorful flowers and whimsical trees, the animals chirping?

it’s beautiful, mesmerizing, and screams relaxation.

oh, who are you kidding? nothing could repair 3 ongoing hours of enduring christopher sturniolo.

“alright, let’s set up tents,” you sigh, stepping toward the grassy patch under a nice shady tree.

“i want that spot,” chris says, standing right in front of you. “too bad. take that one.” you say, pointing to the tree beside yours with a tight-lipped smile. chris scoffs at that, messing up your hair before walking past to the tree you’d pointed at.

you irritatedly readjust your hair, watching nick and matt goof around and nearly pushing each other into the glistening lake.

“i wish i was that careless…” madi mumbles to you, shaking her head as she watches them as well. “me, too…” you agree, fumbling with one of the tents bars.

everything had been going dandy with the set-up process of your tent. but, one bar simply won’t stay where it needs to.

frustrated, you drop the bar in the grass, watching half of the tent cave in on itself as you crouch down to try and further examine the issue. a couple of footsteps can be heard from behind you, a chuckle accommodating them.

“need help with that?” chris asks, getting down to your level, his eyes scanning the scattered pieces in the dirt.

“obviously.”

chris tsks, hands going straight to work to reassemble your tent. you can tell he’s making an effort to stay focused in your presence, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, his tongue every now and then darting out to swipe over his pink lips.

your eyes travel down to his veiny hands working on building this contraption. “you done?” he taunts, waving his hand in front of your face.

“huh?—“

chris clicks his tongue, an amused smirk spreading across his face.

“i said are you done?” he repeats himself, and you just now notice that he’s finished setting up your tent. “with what?” you ask, already deeply annoyed with this attitude he’s carrying.

“staring. if you want me so bad, just tell me. use that loud mouth for somethin’ useful, yeah?”

“ew, you’re gross. thanks for the help, but i won’t be sucking your dick in return.”

his smile is insufferable. that low, cocky tone he uses and the way he leans in closer just to tease you.

“how cute. i didn’t even mention that. but, now i guess i know what goes on in your head, huh?” he hums lowly before standing up, leaving you all by your lonesome on the ground.

“oh god, shut up” you scoff. he laughs at you, jogging off toward the rest of the group.

that night, the 5 of you come across a slight problem.

“so, what you’re saying is…you need to go to the store?” chris groans, plopping down in one of the folding chairs you’d brought.

madi nods, “dude, we totally thought one of us had brought the bag of food!”

“for the record, madi and i were fully convinced that nick had it. but, i guess he’s a little…forgetful at times.” matt defends.

“and you’re noticing that now?” you reply, your eyes practically rolling back into your skull.

today, it’s really starting to seem like everyone here shares the same half of a braincell.

“well, no—but, i mean, it was too late anyway—“ nick protests, rubbing the nape of his neck.

you’d all come to the conclusion that nobody managed to bring anything except for the chips that chris had, of course, eaten on the hike to the camp site.

chris pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing with evident frustration.

“now what?”

crickets. literally.

“guys, cmon” you chime in.

madi looks at her phone, “i could call a cab to the main street? it’s only a 25 minute walk there through the woods.”

matt and nick hum.

“okay, sounds like the best option.” you sigh, twirling your hair around your finger. chris looks up at you from his seat.

“yeah, we’ll set up the fire and you guys go to the—“

“no way.” you scoff, looking at chris with wide eyes. he responds with an annoyed laugh, running his hands over his thighs. “seriously?”

“dead serious,” you nod.

silence, once again…

chris practically shoots up from his chair and takes off to the campfire. and for the very first time, the air feels heavy. you awkwardly look back to the other 3, who are staring at you like some deer in headlights.

“yeah, uhm, just go. i’ll take care of him.” you shake your head and they nod, say their goodbyes, and make their way back through the woods to the main street.

a pit forms in your stomach, anxiety creeping up your body as you approach chris. you’ve never felt bad for insulting or bickering with him, mostly because he always returned the behavior.

but this time? it was different. this time, it hurt. something shifted inside of you when you saw his icy blue eyes glimmer, almost like he was hurt himself.

the way his jaw clenches when you approach his visibly angry figure makes you shiver, even in this warm weather.

“what?” he snaps, breaking a branch and throwing the pieces into the little stack he’d created.

“im sorry,” you mutter, the attitude still evident in your voice. there’s a pause.

“you piss me off so much,” he says, locking his eyes on yours. his eyes are dark, almost intimidating. the air gets heavier now. you try to ignore it. ignore the goosebumps creeping onto your arms from his voice.

“we’re equal then.”

his tongue grazes the inside of his cheek, eyebrows furrowing.

“no, we’re not. we can’t be.”

the anger inside you boils up quickly. “why? because you’re so much better than everyone?” you spit.

"no. because you think i'm insufferable and you don't want me around" he replies, cutting you off.

“what’s not equal about that? you literally hate me-"

“shut up" he says, this time fully cutting you off.

“excuse me?" you laugh out in disbelief,

“i said shut up.”

“you know what? no, because-"

"oh my god will you shut up? ‘I hate you?’ Are you insane?" borderline yelling, his eyes never leave yours, staring you down.

this time, you really don’t have anything to say.

“i ‘hate you’?” he quotes you. “seriously? like i haven’t obviously been in love with you for years? like i can’t take my eyes off you, like the only reason i ‘show off’ is to impress you? like it doesn’t hurt my feelings when you act like it’s the worst thing in the world to be near me?” he rambles.

the words leave his mouth so quickly, neither your mind or his can really catch up. panting, he looks up at you, nervously biting his lower lip, seemingly realizing what he’d just admitted to.

he runs a hand through his messy hair.

“look, i—“

“chris.” now, it’s your turn to interrupt him.

“yea?”

“if you don’t kiss me right now, i’ll kill you.”

at your words, he wastes no time ruthlessly crashing his lips into yours, grabbing you by the waste with greedy hands and pressing your body up to his.

his lips are needy, eagerly dancing against yours, a groan slipping out here and there. you sigh softly, your hands finding his stubbled jaw to pull him impossibly closer.

his teeth bite at your lower lip, making you open up just enough for him to easily slip his tongue in, exploring the new area. a couple of minutes—which felt like days—go by until he breaks it, ragged and heavy breathing coming from the both of you. he rests his forehead against yours.

“holy shit,” you whisper, making a smirk creep across his face before he connects your lips once more. “i need you so bad.” he murmurs into your mouth.

you pull away this time, hands on his shoulders as you take in the beautiful view in front of you. his swollen pink lips, his barely illuminated face, his tousled hair. “if this whole thing was just your tactic to get me to fuck you, you’re gonna drown in that lake.” you laugh, slapping his shoulder lightly. he rolls his eyes, hoisting you up in his arms and making his way to his tent.

“unfortunately, i am embarrassingly madly in love with you, but if you don’t wanna fuck—“

you shut him up by kissing him. “don’t ruin the mood.” you say as he sets you down and you climb into his tent on all fours. his eyes trail down to your ass, how it hangs out of your shorts. he follows in after you once you situate yourself.

as soon as he comfortably gets in next to you, his hands find your hips. “we don’t have a lot of time, pretty. i’ll make it up to you when we get home, yeah?” he says, pulling your shorts and panties down at the same time. you bite your lip, the sound of him taking off his pants adding to your excitement.

“it’s okay chris, i’m as desperate as you are.” your words earn a slap on your ass from him. “so did you imagine sucking my dick?” he teases, grabbing at the soft plush of your ass. “many times.”

chris pulls off his boxers and your eyes travel down, widening at his size. his dick frees from it’s entrapment, tapping his stomach. you hungrily gaze at the precum beading at his tip, it’s an angry pink. “you wanna make those fantasies come true, hm?” he asks, a grin creeping across his face. you nod eagerly, causing a dry chuckle to lowly leave his lips. “c’mon then.”

you get down so that you’re level with his dick and rest your hands on his thighs. you grab the base of it, kitten licking at the tip to tease him a little. you lick a few stripes from bottom to top, earning a guttural groan from chris. he shifts his hand into your hair, twisting it into a makeshift ponytail. “c’mon, y/n.”

you chuckle before slowly taking his length into your mouth. tears immediately start to prick at your eyes. not that you cared, though. chris notices this and gives you some reassurance. “you’re okay, doin’ so good f’me. breathe through your nose, yeah?”

he starts to move your head up and down himself, letting out low moans. “you okay if i go faster, baby?” he asks. you know he’s obviously hoping for a yes. you manage an “uh-huh” and at your words, he’s immediately picking up the pace. the riskiness, the built-up tension, the feel of your mouth around his dick, the sound of your chokes, all of it. it just brings him closer and closer to the sweet release.

“ah, fuck—‘m so close, baby, gonna let me cum in your pretty mouth, hm?” he groans, tossing his head back. once again, you manage a response. “good fuckin’ girl,” he mutters, thrusting his dick into your mouth. next thing you know, a warm, thick liquid is shooting down your throat. he pull you off of him and you swallow the remnants of his orgasm. “did s’good f’me, baby.” he praises, stroking you cheek with his thumb.

“gonna let me fuck you? gonna let me fuck that pussy i’ve been dreamin’ about?” he asks, his fingers trailing down to your pussy. he runs his finger through your slickness, stopping to rub your clit. “y-yes, yes, please” you beg, stuttering over your words at the feel of his finger on your clit.

“mhm, i thought so.” he says, flipping you over. he runs his tip up and down your slit, eliciting a whine to fall from your lips. he finally positions himself at your entrance, teasing you some more. “fuck, you’re so sexy, can i pull your hair?” he groans, positioning his hands on your hips momentarily. “damn, you freak, yeah, you can,” you reply.

a strangled moan leaves your lips when he pushes his entire length into you, one of his hands keeping it’s grip while one goes up to your hair again, gathering it up to pull on it. “fuck, you’re so tight—you’re not a virgin, are you baby?” he huffs, keeping his pace slow for the time-being.

you breathlessly giggle between moans, gripping at the fabric of the tent floor. “no—i’m not, you’re just—fuck—huge,” you manage. he throws his head back again, pulling on your hair while his hips pick up speed significantly, hitting that spot inside you over and over again.

the both of you are trying to keep your moans down, given that there’s another campsite nearby. yours are muffled by the floor of the tent, chris’ low growls only loud enough for you to hear. “you feel so good—i’ve wanted to fuck this tight pussy for ages,” he mutters, letting go of your hair momentarily to harshly pull your hips back against him, making you meet his thrust half way.

your knees felt weak, pressing into the ground beneath you. the string in your stomach starts to pull, signaling that you were getting closer. “you’re mine now, right baby? my pretty pussy, my girl?” you let out a high-pitched “yes”, a borderline squeal, followed by a plea of his name. “gonna cum?” he growls, pushing himself as deep as he can inside of you.

you only manage to nod. you’re mind’s practically gone blank, the only thing roaming it is the feeling of chris inside of you. the “string” inside of you is starting fray, threatening to snap any minute. “f-fuck!” you squeal, slapping a hand over your mouth as the string finally snaps. your legs shake, your whole body practically convulsing as you cum on his dick.

“mhm, fuck—‘m cummin’, baby,” chris purrs. his moans are deep, his thrusts slowing but not stopping, just to help the both of you ride out your highs. spurts of his cum coat the walls of your cunt, and you can feel it shooting deep inside of you. a few minutes of silence pass as he rests inside of you. but then, he pulls out, watching the strings of your arousal disconnect from your cunt and cover his entire shaft.

he gently rubs his thumbs over your hips before flipping you back over onto your back. you smile up at him weakly, watching as he cleans the both of you up carefully. he was using a spare towel that was originally for the lake. he pulls your panties and shorts back onto you, slipping his boxers and pants back on afterward. he lays down next to you.

“i, uh..i left marks on your hips. does it hurt? i didn’t really realize how hard i was, uh…gripping.” he asks worriedly, peppering kisses on your cheeks. you shake your head, reassuringly intertwining your hand with his.

“it’s okay. kinda weird to see you bein’ nice, wow.” the urge to tease him returns of course, nudging his nose with yours. chris bites your cheek playfully, then he smothers your face with wet kisses. “stooooop” you whine as a wide smile cracks across your face.

“i’m obsessed with you, jeez, you don’t even know.” he mumbles, cupping your face in his hands.

“should we like…knock or something?” matt says awkwardly.

the 3 of them stand maybe 2 yards from your tent. and they have been for the past 20 minutes, bags in each hand.

“uhm…sure?” madi replies.

“well, at least we know they get along now…” nick sighs, turning around to make his way back to the campfire.

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a/n: hi hi!! this was like so fun to write wtf?? i know some of it doesnt make a lot of sense😭 but i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!! pleaseee leave requests and asks thank u!!<3 love uuu

tags: @sturn-saturn @xysbree @sturniolos4life16 @emely9274 @pearlzier

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OMG I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW MY REQUEST TY!!!

Ok so I have another one, This time it’s Shinobu kocho like reader x anemo characters (including my bb wanderer and albedo) and so basically shinobu is VERY short like 4’11 short, she uses poison to kill demons, she is always smiling Hashira has a cheery attitude even though she’s burning with rage on the inside, she is a doctor (technically) and her katana only the tip is blade because all she needs to do is stab her opponent to get poison injected into them, and she is also technically a alchemist. I’m sooo sorry if this is too much you don’t have to do all of it!!

fun fact: I only have one eye 👁

IM SO GLAD!! I love Albedo and the anemos so much oh my gosh!! Again this was a blast to write and I hope you enjoy!!

Also that's extremely cool! You totally don't have to answer but I'm just insanely curious...why do you only have one eye? 👀

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{༻~Shinobu Kocho like reader!~༺}

CW: Mentions of fighting, reader with rage on the inside and slight teasing for being short, overall just super fluffy! Xiaos is a whole oneshot because it was super intense to write!

(Includes: Albedo, Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou, Venti, and Wanderer!)

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𑁍༄Albedo:

Albedo glanced in your direction and instantly became mesmerised by you, your hair clipped up in your butterfly clip to keep the strands out of your face while you worked away concocting the next deadliest poison. To anyone else you'd most likely look like just another alchemist at work, but in his eyes, you were the most beautiful when you were experimenting. Especially when you were so deep into your discovery like you were currently, your attention completely focused on your potions, making you completely unaware of just how much he was unable to take his eyes off you.

Eventually he looked away, his face slightly pink as he went back to his own studies, only now he couldn't concentrate, his eyes drifting to you ever so often.

𑁍༄Xiao:

You knew Xiao could take on almost any beasts the world threw at him, but that didn't mean he had to do it all alone, especially when he was incredibly out numbered and injured from a previous fight. "Xiao! Stay back, let me finish the battle for you!" You shouted jumping in front of him as more hilichurls crowded around you both, swinging weapons of fire and shooting arrows in every direction, one wrong move and it could all be over in seconds.

"I can handle myself, you should be the one staying back!" He swung his spear, the blades slashing through the air as he sent another beast flying, no matter what he'd make sure you left alive...even if he couldn't join you in the end. "Always so stubborn." You muttered, as you went to work, your movements quick and thought out, the top of your blade sinking into hilichurl after hilichurl, poison draining them of their life force before they could even defend themselves.

You and Xiao fought side by side while your opponents numbers steadily decreased, his injury slowing him down as the seconds ticked by and your own body loosing its momentum as exhaustion took its place. Just as the battle began to reach its end, the walls around you began to shake, their once sturdy foundation now crumbling from the heavy burden of filling in for a arena. "Xiao! The place is going to collapse!" You screamed for him, but you couldn't see where he was, your eyes searching for him frantically.

Then suddenly arms wrapped around you, the battleground fading away while he teleported you just outside of the building, using the last of his strength. "Are you, alright?" He asked falling to his knees, making your mind cloud with worry as you kneeled beside him. "I'm fine...are you?"

"I'll be okay. Don't worry."

𑁍༄Kazuha:

You looked at the butterflies surrounding you, their bright purple and blue hues standing out against the rising sun, while the wind flowed softly, carrying them to their next destination. "You remind me of them, the beauty of a butterfly and the gentleness they bring as they flutter by, but unlike them, you have burning rage on the inside and I don't think you truly know how to handle it." Kazuha sat next to you, his eyes never leaving you as he spoke what had been on his mind for some time now...the things that made him worry everytime you two weren't together.

Your cheeks felt warm, partially from his compliments, but also from the slight embarrassment of just how well he knew you and how right he was about your situation, you didn't know how to handle the anger and every day you got closer and closer to loosing any control you had. "I don't..know how to...to help myself." You whispered, you sounded so weak in that moment and you wondered if he'd look down on you for that, but of course he wouldn't.

He put his arm around you as you leaned your head on his shoulder, the cold morning air making you snuggle up to him as the two of you watched the sunrise. He'd do anything to help you, especially because you didn't know how to help yourself...

𑁍༄Heizou:

Heizou held your hand, his fingers intertwined with yours as the two of you walked along the soft shore, sharing a stick of fresh sweet dango and talking about the most recent mystery he'd been investigating, one that just so happened to involve you. "And you're sure you had nothing to do with the toxic flowers going missing? You could tell me you know, just because I'm a detective doesn't mean I'll arrest you right away." He attempted, his sweet smirk and charm almost enough to make you share your little secret, but you simply couldn't.

"Heizou, I have nothing to do with those flowers disappearing and even if I did, you know you don't have enough evidence to actually put me at the scene, the only way you'd have enough grounds to take me in, is if I confessed. And we both know I wouldn't do that..." You smiled sweetly at him, placing a kiss on his cheek as he chuckled in defeat. "One day I'll catch you for your crimes."

"How about you just catch me in general?"

𑁍༄Venti:

You danced around happily, your hair slipping out of its clip as your jacket flowed around you with every movement, your smile bright while you hummed the words to the song that was playing. It wasn't often you got to be like this, free to have fun and dance without a care in the world, and you owed it all to the musician himself, the one you held so dear to your heart after just a few outings with him.

You couldn't really explain it, but he had a sense of wonder that you couldn't get enough of and as the song came to a end you hurried up to him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug while he laughed happily. "Venti your performance was incredible! I loved it so much!!" You couldn't contain your excitement, placing a sweet kiss on his cheek as they turned a light shade of pink, "Awe thank you, honestly seeing you dancing brought me alot of inspiration, I wanted to match the joy you were giving off and sing the words with as much enthusiasm as your movements held."

Your face instantly went red, you'd inspired him...

𑁍༄Wanderer:

"...you can't reach it can you." Wanderer watched in amusement as you attempted to stand on a chair to get something out of the top cupboard, but to no avail, you just weren't tall enough. "Shhhh, how is it I could kill multiple enemies at once with only the tip of my blade, but my height is enough to stop me from reaching the sugar?" You sighed in defeat, slowly climbing down and putting the chair back in its rightful place at the table.

"You just have to find a poison that makes you taller." He chuckled teasingly as you shot him a playful glare, "Actually...I don't think I need to. Wanderer, oh please, please can you, my hero, get me the sugar....I will forever be indebted to you!" The amount of sarcasm in your voice made him roll his eyes and yet, you calling him your hero...still made him feel good, he kinda liked being someone's hero, even if it was for something silly like this.

"Alright alright, I'll get it shorty." He smirked at you the entire time, even though he had to use a chair as well and when he handed you the sugar, you could tell he was absolutely filled with pride. "Thank you my hero!"

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day*⁠.⁠✧

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Simon's Month - Venezuela

day 16 @youngroyals-events gosh how has it been 16 already

Simon finally gets to take Wille to Venezuela. Or, more Married!Wilmon on Caribbean Beach vacation.

read below or on ao3 (M, 1.9k) (cw: implied sexual content)

Simon is aware of his slight neuroticism about beach vacations. He knows he gets a little too excited about the wildlife and the activities, gets a little too distracted by finally being by the ocean again and having Wille with him at the ocean. He loves Wille, so much, and he loves getting to show him the beauty of the Caribbean. Sometimes, though, he spends so much time showing Wille things that he forgets to look back at Wille, to slow down and enjoy their time there, wanting to bounce from thing to thing, absorbing as much as possible.

Simon is also aware, however, of Wille’s slight neuroticism about Simon on beach vacation. He does not miss the way Wille looks at him, all heated glances over sunglasses and lingering touches under the waves. Oh, does Simon notice. Wille loves Simon at the beach, and Simon is well aware of the effect it has on his husband. It’s much more fun to pretend he doesn’t, though, to see how long Wille will last before inevitably snapping and cancelling their plans for the day to take Simon to bed. That is so much more fun than any excursion could ever be.

Over the years, they’ve found a happy medium, a place to meet each other in between Simon’s urge to do all-of-the-things and Wille’s desire to sit and relax. Before their first ever trip together to Venezuela, Simon told Wille that he’ll probably be very excited and distracted but to not take it personally. Simon just loves his family.

“I mean,” Simon had said, placing both of his hands on Wille’s, “you’re part of my family now, too, which is wonderful. And, of course, I’m going to introduce you to everyone, and I’m not going to, like, ignore you all week. I’m just saying that we won’t be able to sneak off to the bedroom all the time. Keep your hands to yourself. I know how you get when I’m—” he waved his hands around in a general gesture, “—sandy and whatnot.”

Wille chuckled and rolled his eyes. “You know, I can control myself. I promise not to ravish you in front of your family just because you look so good in swim shorts.” He smirked, leaning forward. “Even though, you do look really, really good in swim shorts.”

“Oh, yeah?” Simon purred, tilting his head to rub his nose against Wille’s, a breath of air between their mouths. “Well, we better get it out of your system before we go.”

He cackled when Wille tackled him back into the bed, packing for their trip put off just a little longer.

It is absolutely incredible to have Wille in Venezuela. It almost doesn’t feel real, putting two things together that had always been separate in his mind. 16-year-old Simon would’ve never expected to see Wille standing in his grandparents’ kitchen, helping his aunt prepare dinner. They’ve just arrived and Simon has already fallen more in love with Wille at seeing him get along so well with his family.

What past-Simon hadn’t anticipated — the one who’d told Wille he would need to keep it in his pants this week — was how much it would affect Simon to see Wille in Venezuela, getting along with his family. Simon has seen Wille at the beach plenty of times. Simon has seen Wille chatting quietly on the couch with Linda, has seen him riding horses with Sara. Something about him here, though, in this place that’s always felt like his real home more than Sweden ever did, with his extended family—

Well, Simon should’ve been giving the lecture to himself, because suddenly he can’t seem to keep his hands off of Wille.

He manages to do fine for the first day. They’re pretty exhausted from the flight anyway, so it’s a lot of sitting around and talking, sipping on cool drinks. Wille does an impressive job fielding everyone’s questions, with the grace of a prince but the relaxedness of an ex-prince. His casual confidence, the way he turns to Simon occasionally to ask about his pronunciation of a Spanish word, it all gets Simon a little hot. That evening, though, jet lag hits them, and they practically fall into bed, asleep the moment their heads hit the pillow.

The next day is lovely, but it tests Simon and his resolve. It’s a chill beach day with the whole family, and while Simon is immediately sprinting out to the water the moment they arrive, Wille stays behind to help Simon’s grandpa and uncle set up the tents and chairs. When Simon exits the water a little while later, Wille is sitting with a soda bottle, laughing and exchanging stories with them. He’s already got a few more freckles (Simon knows, he keeps a close count) and he looks so relaxed, and Simon needs to be near him right this second.

He grabs a piece of watermelon from the cooler, thanking his grandma with a kiss on the cheek, and plops himself down in Wille’s lap. Wille smiles distractedly up at him, turning back to his conversation, but, out of second nature, both of his arms wrap around Simon’s waist. Simon sits, happily listening to Wille stumbling through speaking Spanish and watching his little cousins play in the sand.

Halfway through his watermelon slice, he offers it up to Wille and is very pleased when the man leans forward to take a bite. He’s even more pleased when a bit of juice runs down the side of his face, and Simon gets to wipe it up.

When there’s a lull in the conversation, Simon pulls Wille up and takes him out into the water, holding him close in the waves. They swim out and stop just past a sandbar, where the water is a little calmer, and Simon clings to Wille like a starfish. Far enough from his family now they’re probably not watching them too closely, he attaches his mouth to Wille’s neck, hands roaming.

“Simon—” Wille gasps, his grip on Simon’s hips tightening slightly in shock. “You can’t—”

“I can,” Simon quips, biting into the crook where his neck meets his broad shoulder.

“Oh my God,” Wille says, but it’s not breathy or anything like what Simon was aiming to draw out of him. He pulls back and finds Wille staring off into the water. Then, Wille — the heathen — takes a hand off Simon to point at a large school of yellow fish swimming past them. “Look at them! Simon! Do you know what species they are?”

Simon sighs, drawing back. “They’re Grunts.”

Wille doesn’t make a single joke, which feels like a crime. Instead, he smiles cheerily, “We should go get some snorkels. Your grandma said there’s a few in the bag.”

He’s already releasing Simon and beginning to swim back towards the shore.

“I can make you grunt,” Simon mumbles under his breath, then follows after.

They go on a tour around town the following day. Simon holds Wille’s hand, watching Wille as he gazes, wide-eyed and ecstatic, at every single historic building or street market his aunt points out.

The man is being so fucking nice to his family, and it is really getting to Simon. While it is wonderful to have Wille walking down the streets he has vague memories of from his childhood, Simon also wishes this tour would speed up just a little bit so they could maybe steal away to their room before dinner.

“He seems really excited to be here,” his grandma observes quietly, sidling up next to Simon. He tries not to jump, quickly swallowing the heat rising in him. “He’s such a good man. You picked well, mi amor.”

Simon looks up at Wille, squeezing his hand once. Wille glances back and grins at him, squeezing back, then quickly turns to ask another question.

“Yeah,” he breathes, “I did.”

When they stop to duck inside a shop owned by Simon’s uncle, Simon holds Wille back and tugs him into the small alley between buildings, pulling him into a kiss. Wille makes a quiet noise of surprise, then melts into it, hands coming up to grab Simon, just as Simon intended. Too quickly, though, Wille is pulling back.

“Simon, baby,” he whispers, pushing a few loose curls off Simon’s forehead. “As much as I’d love to do this, I don’t think this is really the time or place.”

Simon groans, but steps back. “Fine.”

“I love you,” Wille smiles, kissing his forehead. “Let’s get you a cold treat, yeah?”

A small smile creeps on Simon’s face. “Yeah, okay,” he concedes, giggling as Wille guides them out of their shady hideout.

The fourth day is torture. They spend most of the day at the beach again, and Simon feels like he’s about to lose his mind.

Wille’s hair has already started to look extra bleached from the extra sun, his skin beautifully sun kissed, and — because he must hate Simon — he’s opted to wear the a-little-shorter-than-normal purple swim shorts Simon got him for his birthday last year.

Simon sits in his beach chair with his older cousins and aunties, sipping on a drink and watching Wille through his sunglasses, trying to keep his tongue in his mouth. When Wille exits the ocean, saltwater dripping down his toned chest and stomach, shorts ridden up ever so slightly to reveal strong, muscled thighs, Simon’s cousin whistles lowly from beside him.

“Hey,” Simon glares at her. She chuckles and shrugs.

“You can’t blame her, chico,” his aunt says. “I mean, he’s very sweet but… Look at him.”

“That is my husband.”

“Yeah, well,” says his cousin, “your husband is hot as fuck.”

She yelps when her mom reaches out to smack her, and Simon turns back to look at Wille. The man, the bastard, has settled in the sand with the young kids and is helping build a sand castle. Simon is going to kill him.

Later that evening, a few hours after dinner when everyone has scattered to different areas of the house, Simon finds Wille in the middle of a card game with a few of his relatives.

“Wille,” he says sweetly, “can you come with me really quick?”

“Oh,” Wille glances between Simon’s hand on his arm and the cards in front of him. “Now?”

“Yes, please.”

“Okay,” he says to Simon, then looks back to the table. “Sorry, I’ll be right back.”

No, Simon thinks, you will not.

Wille apologizes to the table again, then lets Simon pull him up the stairs.

“What’s up, love?”

“I—uh, I lost something in my suitcase.”

The angel he is, the moment they enter their bedroom, Wille heads to Simon’s suitcase. “What’d you lose?”

Simon shuts the door behind him and locks it. “Nothing.”

Wille turns around, confused.

Before he can ask further questions, Simon is on him, tackling him back onto the bed and capturing his lips in a rough kiss. He’s pleased when Wille immediately kisses back, tangling his fingers in Simon’s hair.

“You,” Simon breaths between kisses, “are so good to my family,” then starts to nip and lick at Wille’s jaw and neck. “They love you.”

Wille lets out a soft moan when Simon bites that one spot on his neck.

“I love your family. They’re being—uh—so kind to me.”

Simon starts on the buttons of Wille’s shirt, dropping his hips to settle more firmly into to Wille’s lap.

“Okay. Enough about my family,” he snips, kissing down every new inch of Wille that is revealed as his fingers fly across the buttons.

“What happened to keeping our hands to ourselves?” Wille asks, trying and failing to sound innocent, because his words are broken by moans as Simon finally reaches the zipper of his pants.

Simon chuckles. “I made the rule. I’m allowed to break it.”

[rootedinrevisions]

One of Them Girls: Part 5

PART 1 I PART 2 I PART 3 I PART 4

The alarm on your nightstand blared, jolting you from your sleep. With a sigh, you reached over and silenced the intrusive noise, wishing you could close your eyes and slip back into the dream you'd been having.

In the dream, you were reliving your date from yesterday. Walking around the fairgrounds with him, hand in hand. He feeds you funnel cake and smears powdered sugar on the tip of your nose. The conversations you shared, learning more and more about him with each one. It had felt so real and vivid that waking up was almost a disappointment.

You glanced at the alarm clock again, and for a moment, you considered ignoring it and curling back under the covers. But you know that you have responsibilities on the farm to help your parents, especially because you skipped yesterday.

You stretched and stared up at the ceiling as you tried to find the motivation to leave the cocoon that was your bed. Then it hit you. Your feelings for Tyler were becoming very real. He wasn't just some cute stranger at a bar anymore. He wasn't even just a crush anymore. In the span of a few days, he had made you start falling for him.

The idea of falling in love with Tyler Owens scared you. You had only been in one relationship before, and the thought of opening yourself up again made your heart race with anxiety. Were you really ready for a relationship, especially with someone like Tyler? His job demanded him to be on the road constantly, chasing storms and danger, a lifestyle that seemed worlds away from your own. The uncertainty of it all weighed heavily on your mind, making you question if you were truly prepared for the challenges that a relationship with him would bring.

Reluctantly, you dragged yourself out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. You splashed cold water on your face, memories from the previous day, and your dreams flood back.

A smile formed on your face as your phone lit up with a text notification. You picked it up to see who it was, and your smile widened when you saw Tyler's name on the screen.

Tyler: Good Morning! Hope you slept well! I can't stop thinking about yesterday.

A blush crept to your cheeks as you quickly typed a response.

You: Good morning! I slept great. Yesterday was amazing!

You finished getting ready and went downstairs for your morning cup of coffee. As you entered the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted you. Your roommate was sitting at the table, a knowing grin spread across her face as she looked up from her own cup of coffee.

"So how was it?" She asked, her eyes sparkled with curiosity.

You poured yourself a cup of coffee and tried to play it cool. "It was...good. Really good." You admitted before you took a sip.

"Just good? Come on, you're killing me! You went on a date with Tyler Owens and the best you can tell me is it was really good?" She said as she urged you for more information.

You laughed, before giving her a little more information. "Okay, okay. We went to the county fair. It was so much fun. We played some carnival games, ate way too much-fried food, and even danced to some live music."

She raised an eyebrow. "Dancing, huh?"

You nodded as a smile spread across your face. "Yeah, he taught me to two-step. I was a little clumsy at first, but he was patient with me."

Your roommate sighed dreamily. "That sounds so romantic. What else happened?"

You hesitated, not wanting to dissolve every detail of the date. "We watched a rodeo at the end of the night. He introduced me to one of his old friends, and well, he called me his girlfriend."

"Girlfriend? Oh my gosh! That's huge, (Your Name)!" Her eyes widened, and she squealed. "How do you feel about him calling you his girlfriend?"

You blushed as you looked down at your coffee cup. "I mean, it caught me off guard. But...I liked the sound of it."

She reached over and squeezed my hand. "I'm so happy for you, (Your Name). It sounds like you had an incredible time. And you deserve to be happy."

You nodded, the smile still on your face. "Yeah, it was like the perfect date. And thanks."

You finished your coffee and then headed over to your parents' farm. The morning air was fresh and crisp, the sky a bright clear blue. You parked your car and made your way to the barn, ready to start your chores.

First on the list was milking the cows. You greeted each one by name, most of them you've known their entire lives. The rhythmic sound of milk hitting the pail calmed your mind. Once you were down you made sure each of them had food and water before moving on to the next task.

You decided to do a walk around the farm next. You checked the fences and ensured the animals were where they should be. You gave a few affectionate pats to the horses as you passed by their pasture.

There was something about being on the farm that always brought you a sense of calmness. That was until you saw your mom walking towards you. She had an all too familiar look on her face, and you braced yourself for the conversation you knew was coming.

"Good morning, sweetheart," she said as she smiled at you. "Everything okay with you?"

"Yeah, Mom, everything is great." You replied. "Why?

She chuckled before she gave you a look. "Well, you skipped on chores for the first time yesterday. And you have this...look. It's a look I've only seen since you were with (Your Ex's Name)."

You groaned inwardly and rolled your eyes. Here it comes. "Mom, we've talked about this. I broke up with him for a reason."

"I know, I know. But he stopped by here yesterday. Said he wanted to talk to you." She said as she waved a hand dismissively.

"Well next time, tell him I'm not interested."

She seemed to pretend not to hear you as she continued. "What were you so busy doing yesterday anyway? You haven't skipped chores since the last time you were sick. And even then the doctors had to order you to stay in bed."

You hesitated for a moment, wondering how much to share with your mom. On one hand, you knew it would turn into a game of twenty questions. On the other hand, maybe if she knew about Tyler she would lay off you about (Your Ex's Name).

"I was out...with someone."

Her eyes lit up with curiosity. "Oh? Who were you with? (Your Roommate's Name)?"

You took a deep breath as you decided to be honest. Or at least tell her some of what happened.

"His name is Tyler."

Her expression immediately shifted as she looked over at you. "Tyler, huh? Don't think I've heard you mention a Tyler before. Tell me about him."

"Just some guy I met at a bar." You started to explain as you shrugged. You were trying to keep the conversation as casual as possible. "He's a storm chaser."

She gave you a speculative look. "A storm chaser, huh? Well, that's certainly...exciting." She paused for a moment and then started in again. "But what about (Your Ex's Name)? He's a good man, (Your Name). He still loves you, you know? The poor kid looked like a lost puppy."

You shook your head, exasperated by your mom and her constant talks about your ex. "Mom...please. I appreciate your concern, but I don't see myself being with (Your Ex's Name). Can you just...let me figure this out?"

She looked over at you and then sighed as she put her hand on your arm. "Alright, sweetheart. Just...be careful with this new guy, okay? I don't want you getting hurt."

"I will Mom. I promise. And thanks." You said, appreciating her genuine concern.

She then walked away and made her way back towards the house. You took a deep breath as you felt a mix of emotions. Your mom meant well, but her constant pushing to get you and your ex back together was exhausting.

You couldn't help but think about Tyler. It was still far too early for your mom to meet Tyler. But you hoped that things with him would continue to grow so that you could eventually bring him to the farm. Maybe seeing you happy with someone would finally get her to lay off you.

Next, you made your way down to the chicken coop. The chickens clucked and pecked around your feet as you scattered food. You then checked the nesting boxes and collected the eggs from the hens.

You then started to make your way back up to the house so you could put the eggs into the fridge in the garage for your parents to sell. You began to place the eggs in the fridge where your parents stored them.

The sound of car tires crunching on the gravel driveway caught your attention, but you dismissed it. It was probably just your dad coming home from running into town. Or maybe even a neighbor stopping by to drop something off.

About a minute later, your mom's voice called out to you from inside the house. "Someone's here for you!"

Her tone made you groan inwardly. It was probably your ex. Again. And instead of telling him off like you had asked, she was going to make you talk to him, in hopes that talking to them would suddenly make you have a change of heart.

You started to make your way towards the front door. "(Your Ex's Name), for the hundredth time it's over. Please stop coming-" but your words caught in your throat when you saw Tyler standing on the front porch.

He had on his signature cowboy hat, paired with a red button-up shirt and tight Wrangler jeans. The look was completed with his brown cowboy boots. He had a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and his lips curved into a big grin when he saw you.

"Hey," you said nervously, a smile spreading across your face.

"Hey," Tyler replied before extending the flowers to you. "I got these for you."

You reached out and took them from him, as a warm blush rose to your cheeks. You bring them to your face and close your eyes, taking a moment to smell them.

"Thank you," you said before you looked over at your mom. She was looking at you and then at Tyler and then back to you with interest.

She must have caught your gaze because she suddenly reached down to take the flowers from you so she could excuse herself. "You know what? I'm going to find a nice vase for these."

Once she was out of earshot you looked at Tyler. "What are you doing here?"

His smile faded as he looked down at the ground and then back at you. "I'm going to be on the road for a few days. There are some good storm systems in the next state over. Boone and the crew think it'll make for some good videos. I stopped by your house to say goodbye before we left town, but she said you weren't there. She told me how to get here. I hope it's okay that I showed up."

"Of course, it's okay that you showed up." You said before you took a step towards him and wrapped your arms around his torso. You felt him relax as he carefully wrapped both arms around you.

"I still have a few chores I need to finish up. You're more than welcome to come with me if you have a little bit."

"I'd like that," he said.

The two of you headed back down to the barn where you bottle-fed the baby goats together. Tyler was surprisingly a natural at it. The way the baby goat kept tugging at the bottle, made both of you laugh.

"So I have to ask...were you expecting someone else earlier?"

You sighed as you knew he was referencing you saying your ex's name before you realized it was him. "(Your Ex's Name) is my ex. My mom has been trying to get us back together since we broke up."

"I thought you said that you hadn't been in a relationship in a while at the bar the night we met."

"I haven't. I broke up with him two years ago. It's...complicated." You said.

He looked over at you, and you tried to figure out what he was thinking. "What do you mean by complicated?"

You sighed, knowing you'd have to tell Tyler the story of you and your ex. "We were high school sweethearts. Our parents were friends and loved it when we were dating. He was great. Honestly, he was perfect. But he was too perfect. He was safe and boring. He's going to college to be a businessman like his dad. It would have been fine with him. But I didn't want fine. So I ended it. I didn't want to have a safe and boring life."

Tyler chuckled, before he said, "Well, being a storm chaser definitely isn't boring."

You smiled, appreciating his lightheartedness. "No, it's not."

"So there's not guys that are going to be coming after you while I'm gone?"

"None that you need to worry about. I've made it clear to my ex and my mom that I have no interest in getting together with him."

Just then Tyler's phone started to ring. "Yeah, Boone?"

You watched as he talked to his cameraman and best friend, Boone. He mostly just nodded before he quickly ended the call.

"That was the team. We need to start heading out."

"Let me walk you back to your truck," you said.

As the two of you started making your way back to Tyler's truck, he reached over and took your hand in his. He intertwined his fingers with yours and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"You're going to be safe out there, right?" You asked feeling a mix of emotions.

After Tyler's close call with a tornado, you'd be lying if you said you weren't worried about him going back out in the field. But you also knew there was nothing you could say that would keep Tyler out of the storms.

"Of course, I am. I am a professional, remember?" He said as he gave you a smirk.

By now you had reached his truck and the two of you stopped next to the driver's door. He looked down at you, sincerity in his eyes. "I'll stay in touch, I promise."

"Just be careful," you replied as you felt a mix of emotions start to come over you.

He stepped towards you and pulled you into his chest. His arms wrapped securely around you as he laid his cheek against the top of your head. You thought you felt him kiss the top of your head too, but you couldn't be sure.

"I shouldn't be gone too long. I think the plan is to make our way back this way." He said.

His words gave you some encouragement, but not a lot. You didn't know when you would see him again, and the unknowns made you unsure.

"Please be careful. And stay safe. I kind of like you not killed by a tornado."

Tyler chuckled and then lifted his head so he could look down at you. "Killed by a tornado? Are you forgetting that I'm a professional Tornado Wrangler?" His lips curved into a wide grin and you couldn't help but smile.

"I know who you are, Tyler Owens."

"I'll be fine, I promise. I'll wrangle some tornados and then I'll come back to you."

There was a brief moment of silence between the two of you before Tyler began to lean in. You felt your heart quicken as your breath caught in your throat. As his face drew nearer, you closed your eyes and tilted your head slightly to meet him halfway. His lips brushed yours softly at first, testing the waters, before pressing more firmly in a kiss that was both tender and full of unspoken promises.

Your hands instinctively reach up, one hand resting on his shoulder as the other gently cupped the back of his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, a shared moment of connection that seemed to stretch the short time you had left together. The kiss made you forget, if only for an instant, that he was leaving.

Tyler finally pulled away and rested his forehead against yours and his breath mingled with yours. "I can't wait to come back. Be safe while I'm gone, okay?"

You nodded and then finally mumbled the words "Goodbye, Tyler."

As Tyler drove away and his taillights started to fade in the distance you heard footsteps coming towards you. You turned to see your mom.

"Was that Tyler?" She asked, a smile etched on her face.

You nodded as a smile of your own formed on your face. "Yeah, that was Tyler."

"He seemed nice." She said, a note of approval in her voice.

"He is. I know you don't want to, but you should really give him a chance. He's one of the good ones."

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Kiss Me, I'm-

A Curtis and Honey Holiday Special

Summary- 3.2k Curtis x Plus Sized Reader. Saint Patrick's Day is in full swing at Paulie's Bar. You and Paulie play a friendly game of flip cup, that results in the whole bar getting a special holiday round of beer. As well as an opportunity for Curtis to get you all to himself.

Warnings- Dirty Talk, Sexual Activities, Alcohol Consumption, Buzzed/Drunk.

A/N- Thank you so much @mumbles411 for reading through this piece as well as all our conversations about Curtis and Honey. I really appreciate all the times you just drop a random thought and we weave whole scenarios around it. @bigtreefest thank you so much for dropping that ask in my inbox that prompted this. To all the readers, gosh you guys are incredible. Thank you!

If you happen to celebrate the holiday, please stay safe.

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“You can try to kick my ass at this.” You smirked as you flicked the cap off of a jameson bottle, the top spinning across the bar's counter till Paulie smacked his hand against it to keep it from spinning onto his floor. 

“Oh girl, I know I am going to.” Paulie set down a line of red solo cups between the two of you, his eyes narrowed at your challenge. “Saint Patricks Day is a bartender's Christmas, I’m not about to let you out-flip me at flip cup.” He informed you while taking the bottle of Jameson, pouring some whiskey down the line and finishing the rest of the cups with his green beer. 

Edgar at your side scrunched up his face. “So instead of Santa, you have little leprechauns you look forward to? Just fucking creepy man, I hate those little bastards.” He shuddered. 

You laughed while bumping your shoulder against Edgar’s. “Even Lucky the lucky charms leprechaun?” 

“ESPECIALLY HIM! You know he is a scheming little bastard. You’ve seen the movies, those leprechauns will murder you just because.” 

Paulie scoffed at Edgar, setting the bottle and pitcher aside. 

“Oooh! That was such a terrible set of movies.” You glanced over your shoulder towards where Curtis was in a game of pool with Ella. “We should watch the leprechaun movie later!” The balls clanked loudly after he took his shot and straightened up, leveling you a look. 

“Honey, you taking that line of shots with Paulie, you’re gonna be out of commission tonight.” You scoffed to hide your grin, knowing he was right. After this topped  off with the green beer Paulie was serving to celebrate, you were gonna be wasted. “Okay, tomorrow then.”

Ella piped up from the other side of the pool table. “Oh, I vote sleepover and we build a fort in the living room to watch them. Curtis can make us his hangover cure.” 

“Deal.” You gave her some cheesy finger guns while Curtis eyed you, a playful gleam in his expression. 

“Remember that when I’m trying to get you out of bed tomorrow.” 

��Wait, can I crash this sleepover?” Edgar pouted and you slung your arm over his shoulder, drawing him in close. 

“The more the merrier, of course you're invited.” From behind you, you could hear Curtis and Ella debating about the best hangover cures and just how committed Curtis was to cooking for all of you in the morning. 

“Okay! Back to what we were doing… Paulie, you ready?” 

“At drinking you under the table? Sweetheart I was born ready.” He curled his fingers on one of the cups at one end, preparing. You both stare at each other trying to intimidate the other. “The one with the most flipped cups wins.” 

Curtis came up behind you at some point, his hands resting on your tense shoulders, squeezing lightly and you saw Paulie's eyes flicker behind you. “Bet’s on that Y/N gets in more shots. I know my girl, she doesn’t back down from a challenge.”

Oh did that make you tingle all over at his praise. Now you absolutely had to win.

“Prepare to lose your money Everett.” Paulie shot back but you just gave a cool smirk at the man. Edgar watched the clock above the bar and as soon as the second hand hit the new minute mark, his palm slammed down on the bar, making you leap into action. 

You were good at this game, college had taught you the efficiency of keeping calm instead of trying to rush in flipping the cups. 

Meaning while Paulie was fumbling with some of his flips, yours were steadily flipping in the correct manner, wincing whenever you came across the shots of whiskey, the beer though went down a lot easier. 

“Son of a bitch, flip.” Paulie sputtered, seeming to get stuck halfway up the line. You were laser focused, the whiskey making your eyes water with every heavy swallow. Curtis was whispering in your ear about how you were turning him on right then.

“Come’on Pretty Girl. Show them how good my girl is.” 

Between that and the burn of alcohol, you were swimming in the rush of it. The last cup flipped and you threw your hands up in victory with a cheer, just barely beating out Paulie by a matter of seconds. From behind you Curtis gave a victory yell, pulling you into him while you were still jumping and dancing in your win. 

“Ya got lucky.” Paulie huffed while Curtis reached over you to grab the Jameson bottle and took a drag off it, claiming it for himself. 

“My girl has fucking talent.” Curtis praised, his arms enclosing you against his firm chest. Warmth filled you, feeding you till you squirmed back against him, his grunt quietly muffled in your hair. 

“Tease.” He whispered, flexing his hold on you to keep you still for now. 

The whiskey as well as the rush of excitement had you floating on that feel-good sensation that you were ready to ride till it faded away. 

“Alright Y/N, how are we celebrating?” Paulie leaned against the bar after cleaning up the pile of red solo cups and the remnants of jameson spilled across the bar. 

“Beers.” You demanded. “St.Patrick’s Day demands it.” 

“How about the next round on me then?” Paulie offered, gathering up the pitchers of beer to refill glasses. 

“THE WHOLE BAR?” came a shout from somewhere in the room, you suspected it was Ella. Paulie conceded, waving over his customers to claim their free beer. 

Curtis took his chance with the rush to the bar, tugging you away from the crowd and slipping the two of you through doors leading to the back rooms and the office. You giggled as he rounded on you, grabbing your hips and swinging you up to wrap your legs around his waist. “We aren’t supposed to be back here.” You chided, teasing as your hand wrapped around the back of his neck, hovering your lips close to his. 

“Paulie is too fucking busy now losing part of his profits to notice where we are.” Curtis growled while continuing his mission to get you all to himself. Pushing open the office door with his shoulder, his hand fumbled on the lock while you crashed your mouth to his, 

Pinning you back against the door, your head banged back with a soft thud while he traveled away from your lips, grinding into you. 

“How's that whiskey treating you Pretty Girl?” 

You whimpered when you felt his kiss at your pulse point turn harder, making you tingle at the sensation. “Good, really good…” 

“Want me to make it even better?” His mouth finds your ear, teasing you enough to make you bite your lip at the loss of his mouth. 

This man knew how to drive you crazy, your body arching to press against his all that much more although he already had you pinned tightly against the door. “Please Curtis?” Your tone is aching and needy, lust filled.

“Fuck when you sound like that.” He growled as his mouth reclaimed yours, swinging you away from the door and falling back into the chair behind the office desk, while your hands reached between you two, tugging his belt open. “It makes me so fucking hard for you.” 

“How long do you think we have?” You moved to kiss along his bristled jawline, nipping at his neck while he reached around you to shake the computer mouse and pull up the bar's cameras. 

“Plenty of time Pretty Girl.” He wrapped a hand into your hair, pulling you back till you were sitting up straight and his eyes could roam up and down your body, licking his lips like you were just made to be devoured. “Get out of those pants and turn around.” His palm smacked against your ass, making a slapping sound but your jeans kept away any sting. You lifted yourself off to do as he asked, a glance over your shoulder showed him shimming his pants and boxers down off his hips. For good measure, you stripped your shirt off to drop it with your pants. 

“We’re gonna have to buy Paulie a new chair.” You giggle as you finally get one of your legs free and Curtis grasps your hips to make you back up, his touch going between your thick thighs to tighten his fingers into your panties, making them rub right up against your clit. “Fuck.” You hiss, rocking your hips enough to create friction. 

“Leather chair Pretty Girl, he will never know once I wipe it back down.” 

The image of Curtis’s ass cheeks in the leather made you giggle between breathy moans, another glance over your shoulder catching sight of him spitting on his hand and rubbing it up and down his cock. You couldn't muffle the giggles while Curtis pushed aside your panties finally and had you start to lower on him slowly, gentle bounces and thrusts working him in. “Although your ass print should be considered a work of art.” The image of framing the chair with two distinct ass cheek imprints having you laughing harder until Curtis pushed you down into his lap. 

“You're a fucking work of art, remind me to nail you up against a wall later.” He stated, his hands flexing in appreciation along the curve of your hips.

A gasp escaped you, falling back into his chest with a buzzed grin plastered on your face. “I ever tell you how much I love feeling you. Mmmhh when I first met you I said ‘Y/N, that man has a cock made to ride.” 

Curtis snorted behind you, running his hands up your front to tease your breasts in his hands, pushing your bra out of the way. “Was that before you went all teacher mode or after you left?” 

You moved your hands over his, making him squeeze harder till he was doing the exact pressure you wanted. “Oh definitely during, the whole time we were walking around and I had to ask those questions. Good thing I had my note cards or else I would have failed at being logical.” 

You felt the press of his smile against your cheek and a groan coming from him, followed by a curse.  Squeezing your cunt around him always made him a little more vocal and you loved hearing him. “Wanna know what I was thinking the whole time?” He muttered in your ear before pushing you forward to sit up, your hands landing on the desk edge in front of you and his own touch slid down to your hips. 

Digging into you like he was holding on. 

“How this perfect fucking cunt was made to take my cock.” He thrusted up hard, making you jolt in his lap and flutter excitedly. “Knowing how god damn sexy you would be when you went mindless, begging for more.” He started faster, making you bounce on him. Your hands tightened their grip on Paulie’s desk to keep you from falling forward, the jolts making your little sounds escaping broken sounding almost pathetic. “How you played sweet and innocent that day, but I knew that was just a show…”

Your head nodded, your ass slapping down onto his lap now, your body jiggling in the forceful movements. His cock pounding into you was making your eyes roll, how good it felt to feel him fuck into you over and over. “T’was Curtis, I wanted…” 

“Wanted what Pretty Girl?” He asked, his tongue and teeth sinking into your shoulder blade and kissing your flexing back. Sure there would be a mark on you, his mark and that satisfied him on a whole other level. 

“That.” 

“What’s that?” Curtis let go of your hips, to roam his hands over you, palming your breast again and squeezing till you shuddered in his hold. Your own touch flew back to grab at the back of his head, holding on. 

“To be dirty for you.” 

He hissed when your cunt fluttered again, squeezing and sucking him back in, like you never wanted him to leave. “Fuck you are, you would get down right now and suck my cock, or bend over this desk wouldn’t you? All with the office camera rolling for a video.” 

Your head nodded, tilting back with parted lips crying his name out louder than you should have. His hand at your chest slapped over your lips, muffling your cries. “My pretty little whore, we gotta be quiet.” 

You didn't care, the alcohol buzzing in your system, sneaking off with Curtis and him talking like this to you was making you stupid with pleasure. Your pants were rushed, the slap of your body against his and the creak of the leather was just adding to it all. The small office felt heated, now smelled of sex, and you couldn't stop giggling behind his palm. “You gonna come for me, soak this cock?” 

A firm nod had you grabbing at his hand still wrapped at your waist, shoving it between your thighs with a moaning yes when his fingertips pressed against your clit. A deep laugh, knowing that you needed to have that touch in order to get yourself off. “Come on Pretty Girl.” He grunted in your ear, the twirl of his fingers and the rub he was giving your clit making your heart race, the tension just before coming building, swiftly now. Like you were about to crash. “Someone is gonna come looking for us, and see you spread all out on this chair with my cock buried deep in this weeping cunt. You don’t want that do you?” The snap of his teeth signaling just how close Curtis was. 

No? Maybe? You knew it gave you a rush, which just added to the moment. “Curtis!” His name falling from you like a prayer muffled behind his palm, ready to crash into shattered oblivious pieces, falling apart in his lap where he yanked you back, the slap of his hips underneath you had his cock pushing into your squelching cunt while chasing for his own orgasm now that you came. 

Yours left you floating, giving yourself over to him to use you however he wanted while you just let yourself continue enjoying the buzz of sex and alcohol. 

“Fuck, FUCK!” Curtis’s muffled roar was against your shoulder, biting onto you with a grunt as he pulled you hard onto him one last time, warmth making you clench on him again, rocking your hips slightly with a satisfied moan of your own. Your head tilted into his, both of you panting heavily to catch your breaths when his hand dropped from your mouth and rested against your heaving chest, his palm flattening against the racing of your heart.

“We should sneak in here more often.” You snickered while pushing up to sit, Curtis sliding his hands around your waist and following up to hug you from behind, letting his face press against your shoulder. 

“Don’t worry, I know where Paulie hides his office keys for when he starts locking the door.” He muttered, pressing kisses across the top of your back to the other shoulder. “Move that mouse, see where he is.” 

You leaned forward to shove the mouse enough to take off the old school screensaver, peering at the grainy screen. "Still at the bar, busy too. Looks like Saint Patrick's Day really is his Christmas.” 

“Good…” Curtis gave a push to have the chair roll back away from the desk a bit. “Turn around so I can hold you proper for a few minutes before we go back out there.” 

“Does he really have cameras in here Curtis?” Your eyes bounced around, searching. You certainly didn’t want Paulie seeing this on video. 

“No Honey, I helped him set them up and he just has one facing the door, not inside.” His lips pressed against your shoulder and then helped you to stand, your legs a bit wobbly and twist around to sit back in his lap, the leather chair giving a groan once more, making you break out in a giggle. 

Nothing was gonna ruin your mood tonight, not even knowing the chances you were gonna have a hangover could kill the high you were feeling right now. His arms wrapped back around you, palms brushing up and down your back while you tucked yourself in against his chest, silence filling the room. “You know I am really looking forward to tomorrow.” You tucked your face on his shoulder, letting your hand rest against his chest, playing with his chain, your fingers twisting in it. 

“Mmhh, is it the fact you are making a fort on the living room floor with Ella and Edgar to watch Leprechaun? Or the hangover cure I’m supposed to make you guys?” 

“Both.” You lifted your head, finding his lips with yours and giving him a slow affectionate kiss. “I love you very much. For much more than you making me feel really good in Paulie’s office, which he is gonna be pissed about.” You were sure to point out as his grin grew, his arms tightening just a little more to keep you in close to him. “Although I do feel really really good, and that's only a little bit from the jameson.” You rambled on and Curtis couldn’t help his reaction, his head tipping back and a deep chested booming laughter sounded, making you feel so happy to see him happy. 

Maybe you were more than buzzed. 

“I'm glad that it's seventy five percent me, twenty five percent whiskey?” Curtis ventured a guess, catching your chin in his forefinger and thumb to tilt your mouth back to his. 

“More than that, like ninety-ten.” You mumbled against his lips, the two of you teasing each other with soft playful pecks. “But i'm definitely drunk now.” 

“Mmh, I can tell Honey.” His answer was softer now, sighing against your lips. “I love you for giving me these moments in life.” His touch lingered on your face, cupping your cheek and this kiss was moved from your mouth up to your forehead, giving you a whole other satisfying sensation, one that curled into your heart. His gaze fell back to the computer screen with a soft shit under his breath. “Incoming Honey.” 

Right behind you was a pound on the door. “You two better not be fucking in my office!” 

You squealed, hiding against Curtis as if Paulie was gonna come barging in, which he wasn’t, he knew better. “Busted.” You loudly whispered while Curtis muffled his laughter once again. 

“Give us five minutes…. TEN!” Curtis shouted, watching the camera to see Paulie storming back towards the bar, sputtering. 

“I need to bake him some cookies to apologize.” You said solemnly as you too watched the camera’s with a twist of your head looking over your shoulder. 

“You do that Honey so I can taste test them.” He gripped your chin to turn you back to look at him. “Kiss me Honey? I’m-”

You didn’t let him finish, your lips pressing to his, cutting off the last of his words.

[precious-little-scoundrel]

And then in terms of feeling about her the way that the majors and Ida do- I mostly feel that way about her sweet and shy 16 year old self that will later be sexualized during the smear campaign :( It’s so weird because when you’re 16 you feel so grown and you feel like you know everything but now looking back on it, you’re a baby when you’re 16. And she was a sweet and innocent baby who couldn’t even tell Bucky that her first name was Tallulah. So thinking of her being sexualized and that it would be worse for her because of her being Indigenous just fills me with so much sadness and anger that I feel like Gale and Ida and Bucky would all have :(

Oh my gosh I feel this too! Even though I’m only a year older than she was when she was assaulted, I think back on her being so young and shy and tender hearted when she first joined up. And YES. The detail of her stumbling over her words when Bucky asks her her name, and us knowing that that is the girl that will later have her relationship with these men sexualized. It just gives rise to so much disgust and anger in me and I can’t lie, it’s a testament to your amazing writing that that happens because it is so incredibly cool that I feel the way that Bucky and Gale and Ida probably do.

Ok but you just said it bestie, what I’m trying to say back over and over because it’s so dear to me — it’s so cool that yall feel like how Gale and Ida and Bucky feel about it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!