#and you'd think she'd have more labels on her than that

[andthendk]

here's a lil scribble I did with Raven (personally I think #3 fits her aesthetic😍) ⭐️ part 49292 of me refusing to shove her into one "goth" category 😤

[dezzie-wurks]

Realizing They Have a Crush + Confessing

Characters ;; Hobie, Miles, Gwen, Pavitr !

Extras ;; No warnings, sfw, headcanon style !!

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Hobie Brown

He realized very quickly. He liked being around you too much. He loved giving you stuff. He loved seeing your smile and hearing your laugh when he stuck up an attitude with people.

He wasn't for labels, but damn he just might for you. He liked the sound of you being his in reality. You'd definitely get a pass if you worry about that type of stuff, too. I mean, he said he doesn't believe in consistency.

And so, he admitted his fondness for you very quickly.

He didn't see a point in beating around the bush, if you liked him great! If you didnt, well he'd like to stay friends.

Yet when you said yes, he couldn't help and smile widely, throwing his arm around your shoulder as a prop.

"Mine, eh?" He'd ask with tease filling his tone

He was all for spending time with you. I mean, you made him feel so good. He also loved having an arm around your waist, holding your hand, anyway to know you're by him still. Only you get to see his soft guy interior when he calms down at the end of the day.

At the end of the day, his heart swells a little when you two exchange 'I love you's.

Miles Morales

At first he just thought he had a fondness for you.

But when he flipped through his notebook and saw your face plastering almost every page, he got hit with realization. Sure, he drew all his friends, but you were different.

Every time he saw you, he felt butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He couldn't push the feeling down.

He asked Hobie for help. All he got told was "Be honest," and that didn't help.

His confession was an accident entirely when he had been alone with you, and he was trying to describe his crush in a way for it to not sound like you.

"They're really cool! Yeah.. really.. cool." He sounded lost in thought, heat rising to his face. Didn't help that you had peeked in his notebook and saw the drawings of you.

But when you acknowledged that it was you more than likely, he fumbled, trying to say no. But when you kissed his cheek, he felt on cloud nine.

Was geeked to be called yours. Especially since his parents loved you(you didn't call them by their first names)

Gwen Stacy

She immediately knew she loved you, but she was scared.

She was too scared of losing you, just like... nevermind.

It didn't matter, though, you would find out easily by how she acted. Her excited toe to heel jumps when you came around or just her bright smile when you talked to her. She found opening up to you easy.

She found the emotions all too troubling. So telling you was a huge problem for her. Especially since she found you clouding her mind so often, she zoned out during class and other activities.

She told you by starting a conversation. Hanging out, a sleepover maybe, and slipping it in during a heavy talking moment. She thought you didn't hear.

But you did, and you being excited warmed her to no ends. "Wait, really? You're serious!" She'd happily chirp out.

She got more allowing with touch. Actually, she was more touchy. Hugging on you or using your lap as a pillow.

You're her safe haven, and yes, she's so scared of losing you, but she's learning to worry less and love more.

Pavitr Prabhakar

Absolutely love sick puppy. He had a crush for a long time before he realized that his feeling with you was special.

But everyone knew, including you. There was no real need to confess. I mean, his pupils ere practically hearts around you.

Truly, you were his sun, and he revolved around you. As far as he was concerned, it should be the same way for everyone else !

Besides his following you around like a lost dog, he wasn't overbearing. He gave you space when asked, though he might be awkward the next day he completely respects it.

He finally decided to tell you in a cheesy way. Showing you his favorite spot in his universe, and he mentioned it quietly.

He would be.. okay, if you said no. But he didn't have time to think of that because before he knew it, you were already agreeing to being official.

Absolutely ecstatic. Totally ruined the romantic moment with his squeals, but your laughs were music to his ears for all he cared. "Jeez, that was nerve-wracking." He'd say after the moment calmed down.

Extremely flaunty that you're his. Made matching bracelets that consist of his spider suit colors for you and your favorite colors for his. Or your spidersuit colors, if you're one too!

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[talesofesther]

scorch marks | ch 3

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Series Summary: Wednesday has been careful to keep what you two have behind closed doors and far away from labels; but when someone starts to take it — take you — away from her, she realizes how much she cares.

A/N: I'm not sure if I'm completely happy with how this turned out, but that's my life nowadays. And I wanted to post this for you guys before I leave for my little trip for new years, so I hope you enjoy it. Also, I think I ended up writing this one exclusively from Wednesday's pov lol. <3

Masterlist | Read ch 2 here

Human emotions were a strange, bothersome thing. Love could make you kill just as much as anger; ambition could make you get down on one knee to pledge your devotion to someone just as much as love.

They can get in the way of a clear mind, making you say or do something that would come back to torture you later.

That was probably their most devious power. And they lead to feelings; that are messy and unstable.

Wednesday prided herself on having control over them, not the other way around. Or at least she did. Because recently she has been victim to so many, that she didn't have the stomach to keep count.

She remembers the coldness of the rain against her skin as she walked away from Weathervane — away from you — it was pleasant and comforting; a safe blanket as the droplets trickled down her forehead all the way to her chin and hid the few stray tears that escaped her.

Her steps had been fast in desperation to get away. Her throat closed so tightly that she thought having someone choking her would be more bearable. Her heart beating so painfully, that maybe a bullet would've been more merciful.

She walked, and walked, and walked; her feet carrying her to school without realizing it. She was soaked when she stepped into her dorm, making puddles of water with each step she took. She remembers Enid talking, but the words were blurred.

Wednesday had made a beeline to the shower, turning it on with a temperature colder than the rain she had just escaped from.

Some say the second time around is more bearable. This certainly wasn't the case for her.

It was the day Wednesday put an end to whatever was happening between you and her. The day where she hated the most that she was forced to feel her own emotions.

The week that followed wasn't an improvement either.

Your words kept replaying in Wednesday's mind like a broken record; this is not a date, and please can we talk?

What would you have said, had she cared to listen?

Wednesday sat in front of her typewriter every day, staring at the blank paper and being unable to fill it. She'd hit a stump, because maybe she'd never know what you would have said.

You passed by each other in Nevermore's hallways as if you were just two strangers in the street, never to cross paths again. When you stood on one side of the bee keeper's shed, Wednesday stayed in the far opposite one, and if she so much as tried coming closer, you'd drop whatever it was you were doing and walk away. Even if Enid asked, you didn't come to her dorm anymore, prompting the werewolf to ask questions even though she could guess the answer.

Wednesday didn't know it was possible to miss someone this much. She caught herself tracing the lines of her own palm in a motion that was yours to make, brushing the corner of her lips in the place that was yours to kiss. And as much as she hated this feeling with all her might, hated you for forcing it into her, she couldn't chase it away.

It was so sadistically ironic that Wednesday kept you at arm's length in order to avoid attachment and loss, and that's exactly what she got. Maybe this is what Goody was trying to warn her about, that no matter the road she takes, the end will always be the same.

—

Today was a friday, ten days and four hours since the last time Wednesday spoke with you, since she replicated a damn drama cliche with her pitiful walk in the rain. Not that she was keeping count.

She sat at one of the tables on the quad, Enid at her side talking about something she wasn't listening to. The day was gray, morbidly so as the clouds loomed above, dark and cold in a way that Wednesday would've loved if it wasn't for you.

You who sat at the other end of the quad, putting as many tables and obnoxiously loud students between you and Wednesday as you could. You who looked so undeniably beautiful under the shadows. You who was smiling, happy as you laughed with your friends and spared no glances into the crowd to look for anyone.

Were you happier without her?

Wednesday sucked in a sharp breath at the mere thought of it, her lower lip quivering slightly as she exhaled, before she averted her eyes from you with a blink.

She turned to Enid only to find the girl's bright eyes already on her, a knowing smirk on her pink lips; "I won't even ask if you were listening."

"I got bored after the word shopping," Wednesday stated, raising an eyebrow that got Enid rolling her eyes.

"And because you were stalking our resident pretty girl," Enid teased, bumping Wednesday's shoulder with hers.

It was a truth that Wednesday countered with a lie; "I only stalk people who are hiding something or who have something I want, she doesn't fit on any of those."

Enid slumped on her seat, resting her head on her hands as she looked at Wednesday, "you can't keep doing this, Wednesday."

"Doing what?"

"Pretending like you don't care," Enid says then, with the frustration of someone who's just seen their favorite couple from a tv show hit another almost.

"Why would you assume the opposite?" Wednesday asks irritatedly.

Enid gives her best friend a look that could only be read as seriously? before she sits up straighter; "you two went from hanging out in the dorm for hours and sneaking out when you think no one's watching, to staying on different sides of the school and avoiding each other like the plague. Even you have to feel that change."

But I don't want to; Wednesday thinks to herself. Her only response is to look away.

With a sigh, Enid softens; "why won't you just tell her the truth?" She asks gently. The werewolf doesn't know the full story, and when her roommate ignores her questions and neither you nor Yoko will talk, gossip can only do so much; but even a blind person can see that whatever happened, hurt both of you.

Wednesday frowns; "what truth?"

"That you have feelings for her, silly. Like, genuinely more than friends feelings." There's an excited smile on Enid's lips as she says it, eyes glinting with the prospect of a love story.

"That's a horrible idea," Wednesday's face does something complicated, as if she's sorting on how to feel about this — or tasted something sour. "Besides, you know what happened the last time I did something remotely close to that."

And just like that, the muddy waters start to clear, the fog starts to dissipate and Enid understands what is happening — if just a little better.

The blonde reaches out a hand to Wednesday's forearm, squeezing softly; "Wednesday, this is Y/N we're talking about, she's not gonna turn into a murderous monster and break your heart."

Wednesday visibly gulps, her jaw painfully clenched as she felt uncharacteristically small under Enid's gaze.

"Plus I thought you'd be into the whole potential heartbreak thing." Enid teases, fighting back a grin, to which Wednesday can only mumble back;

"Not nearly as fun as I thought it'd be."

Switching her gaze between you and the raven-haired girl by her side, Enid hums; "want my advice?"

"No."

"I'd take my chances if I were you, because I know she genuinely cares about you. A lot."

There was something about the way Wednesday dropped her shoulders slightly, about the way she stole another glance at you as if you had just bought a one-way ticket to another country. It was that bittersweet feeling of a good thing that came to its end way too early.

Enid felt like crying.

"I'm afraid I'm too late, Enid."

—

It wasn't until dinner time — and after much, much insistence from Enid — that Wednesday decided to try and mend her mistake.

The cafeteria was already filled with students when she arrived, in true Nevermore fashion, the place was big and ancient; a meticulously decorated stone-walled room with tables and a kitchen area. Werewolves, Enid's brothers probably, were making a scene near the kitchen; there were gorgons and sirens playing a card game on one of the tables; and you sat with the vampires, with Yoko by your side no less.

Wednesday felt curious eyes on her, undoubtedly her peers wondering why she'd been staring unmoving for so long. A deep breath passed through her lips as she begrudgingly swallowed her pride and took the first step, her boots thudding against the stone floor.

With each of her steps, she repeated the words in her head; can we talk? Do you still wish to talk? Or would it be better, I need to talk with you?

Wednesday decides that fighting a murderous monster would be infinitely easier.

Your eyes locked in on her figure before she even reached you, and Wednesday smiled, a tiny tilt of lips that only you would notice; but you looked away from her before it happened.

Did people care about each other only because they enjoyed the pain that comes with it?

Something akin to panic fluttered inside Wednesday's stomach when you got up from your seat, reaching for your backpack and muttering a few goodbyes to your friends as you walked between the tables. The Addams girl quickened her steps, almost bumping into Bianca and not bothering to turn around when the siren called her out on it.

Wednesday just about managed to stop in front of you before you left for the doors.

Is this what you felt on that day?

Your eyes closed with a sigh, your hands were buried deep in your pockets and there was a rigidness to your shoulders. You were nervous, and even if it wasn't the right time, Wednesday was proud of herself for knowing it.

But having you this close again after so long — not really, ten days aren't that long, yet Wednesday hates that it felt like ages — has its downsides.

Wednesday couldn't speak. The only thing she needed to do, and her words are stuck. Feelings are a pain in the ass to deal with.

Yoko stood by your side, arms crossed over her chest; "do you have anything to say or what?"

She's protective, Wednesday doesn't blame her for it anymore.

Yes, she should say. There's a glint of hope in your eyes when you look at her; Wednesday finds herself wanting to reach out, but she's not sure she's allowed to anymore. She wonders if you missed her as much as she misses you.

"No," is what she says, and it's quite painful.

—

It's well into the night when Wednesday makes her way back to her dorm, the stairs creaking under her boots, a half-moon shining high on the sky being the only source of light.

her insides are twisting with a mix of rage, frustration, self-pity, and something else that's just heavy.

She pushed open the door to her dorm only to find it empty. Enid's bed is unmade and Wednesday's typewriter still has a blank page on it.

Enid had texted Wednesday earlier, something about going out with Ajax and not coming back too soon. The solitude was well appreciated, it gave the Addams girl some much-needed peace to work on her novel. The only problem is that her mind was nowhere near peaceful.

The first thing that caught Wednesday's attention after she walked in was the potted cactus by her window, it looked a little sad, its soil all dry and the color not as green as it should be. Wednesday didn't think twice as she walked to her bathroom, filling a cup with water and gently emptying it into the plant's pot. At least of that part of you, she'd take good care of.

She took off her hoodie next, throwing it on top of her bed. It was pathetic that the simple action got her thinking of you too, of when you'd lounge on there talking nonsense with Thing while she wrote.

How could one person hold so much power over another was beyond Wednesday, especially because she didn't allow it; it just happened. It happened that she kissed you out of impulse, just because she couldn't die without knowing what your lips felt like; or that she kept calling on you more and more after that, feeling a hole in her chest whenever you were away for too long.

It just happened that she fell for you, and maybe it was inevitable, maybe you'd be her doom. But it was her choice to push you away, and she'd be lying if she said it wasn't the one thing she regretted the most.

There was a knock on Wednesday's door that snapped her mind back to reality. She turned around, frowning as she stared at the dark wooden thing, wondering who would seek her out this late in the night.

Honestly? Wednesday should've seen it coming as soon as Enid suggested she should talk with you. She should've known.

She swung open the door only to reveal you on the other side, in plaid pajama pants and a white shirt, hugging yourself because of the coldness of the empty hallways.

Your posture went rigid as soon as your eyes found Wednesday's, it got her wondering if you forgot this was her dorm, if you knocked on the wrong door by accident.

"Hello," Wednesday said as she looked at you, features impassive, her hand tightening around the door handle until her knuckles turned white.

You ran your tongue over your bottom lip before you spoke; "Enid texted me, said you needed help with something. That it was an emergency," you gulped, diving into over-explanation, "and that she wasn't here, so she asked if I could…" You trailed off, your fingers nervously tapping your arm.

Oh. Maybe her roommate wasn't too far off when she said you cared. It was rare the times where anyone would be able to easily read Wednesday's emotions. This was one of them and it wasn't a surprise that you were the cause.

There was a glint to Wednesday's eyes that belonged to you, her features softened in a blink — no more creases to her eyebrows and lips parting in vain when her words got tangled on her tongue — it was the calmness after a raging storm.

Wednesday used to mock the people who spoke about soulmates, about the invisible red string that few ones were lucky enough to find the other end of. But could there ever be any other explanation for the way you set her at ease?

She nodded once, stepping aside so you could walk in.

You were hesitant in the way you did so, as if you didn't belong, and Wednesday hated it — because you did belong, right here by her side. You stood in the middle of her dorm, right between the division of colors to blankness on the round window.

The air felt electric around you. Wednesday chanced a step closer, her gaze casting over every twitch of your expressions; "I do," she started, and a beat passed as she refused to take the last chance to back down and let you go, "I do have something to say."

You scoffed, "that doesn't sound like an emergency," but there was no bite to your tone, almost as if you wanted her to object.

"It is," Wednesday told you, allowing the affection she held for you to drip from every syllable. One more chance, that's all she needed, and maybe she’d tell you just what it is that you do to her.

"Okay."

You had a kindness to you that she was underserving of, Wednesday thought. But maybe she could work her way to it. She raised her chin, striving to keep her heartbeat in check; "I wasn't completely fair last time we spoke, I'll measure my words better if you're willing to talk to me again."

Wednesday said the words as if they were the particularities of a contract, and not an apology to someone who held her cold heart in their hands. She realized it was the wrong thing to say as soon as your features fell.

You took on the glow of the moon effortlessly as it came through the window, it framed the lines of your jaw and cheekbone, all delicate and pretty. You ducked your head, allowing your hair to partially cover your eyes as you nodded a few times. "Great," you mumbled, before taking a few quick steps with intent to go around Wednesday and back to the lonely hallways.

She didn't let you, her cold hand closed around your own as you made to walk past her, keeping you in place in a gesture that surprised both of you.

Having your skin against hers again made Wednesday feel like coming home after a long journey. It's strange that that's what you became to her.

The hold she had on you wasn't strong, you could easily pull your hand away and leave. But you didn't.

"It was unfair of me," Wednesday started, each word tighter than the next as she forced them out. More than anything, Wednesday despised talking about her feelings, but words are all she has now, "the mistake was mine and I will accept the consequences for it. But you should have all cards on the table when making your judgment."

If there was a heaven, you already had your place on it — you turned back around to face Wednesday properly, and without letting go of her hand, you adjusted your hold so that your fingers could intertwine; your thumb tracing random patterns on her skin in a motion that you knew calmed her down. Because you knew how hard this was for her — Wednesday was sure you were an angel in your past life.

The dorm room had never felt this detached from the outside world, as it does now, holding this one moment for you and Wednesday alone.

For a split second, where she allowed herself the luxury of only existing in your presence, Wednesday wondered if this is what real love felt like. She took in a deep breath, feeling your perfume as she did so before focusing her gaze on your joined hands; they fit well together.

"I used to ask myself why I was the one who kissed you first that day." Wednesday hesitated, nagging on the inside of her cheek with her teeth, "and I realized that it's because you make me feel something I never- hardly ever feel when around other people."

Her eyes glanced up at you in a lazy motion, only to find that your eyes never left her once. There was a soft smile on your lips, overflowing adoration. Wednesday was sometimes envious of the way you wore your heart on your sleeve so effortlessly.

"It's an annoying feeling really," the raven-haired girl admitted, raising an eyebrow at you, "I wanted to rip it away from me the first time it happened." Her lips hovered open as she heard her own heartbeat, thunderous as ever, "but the one that came in your absence was much worse."

The passage of time felt equally too slow and too fast. You weren't doing anything. Did she do something wrong?

Wednesday tensed when, carefully, you raised a hand to her face. You were tender in the way that you pushed the black strands of hair behind Wednesday's ear, your fingertips lingering and tracing her cheek before you dropped your hand. As if you'd missed touching her too.

And oh you did, if Wednesday knew just how much, she'd probably be all over you already. "I feel it too," you whispered, a secret confession only for her to hear.

"I know we never talked about what we were, and I'm not asking you to," you spoke calmly, "but you really hurt me, Wednesday, at the very least I thought we were friends."

What if I'd like us to be more? What would you say, is that something you'd ever want too?

Before Wednesday could ask any of the questions she was dying to know the answer to, you asked yours first;

"Did you mean that? What you said?"

And the Addams girl figured that this was a more pressing matter anyway.

Wednesday shook her head with urgency, her hand squeezing yours to keep you in place, "it could never be true." She took a step closer, her boots bumping your sneakers, "hurting you, it's the last thing I'd ever want to do, and I apologize that it happened."

The raw honesty of Wednesday's tone was all you needed to hear to let go of her hand in order to cup her cheeks, pulling her into a kiss that spoke more than any of you ever could.

Wednesday grasped onto your waist almost desperately, her hands bunching up your shirt as she glued your body to hers in a nearly bruising grip, dying to feel the most of you that she could manage. She pressed herself into you, her nose brushing your cheek as her soft lips molded with yours; telling you she'd never miss anyone as much as she misses you, that she'd never feel so strongly for someone as she does for you; that she'd have you until death's cold embrace took her.

Your hands traveled from her jaw to the back of her neck, fingers mingling with the wisps of hair there. You pressed your lips to each corner of her mouth, bumping your noses as you did so, leaving testimonies of your affection each time your upper lip grazed hers; letting her know that she'd ruined anyone else to you, that you'd never feel for someone else, what you feel for her.

Wednesday pulled back just enough to be able to breathe, her forehead brushing yours as you felt more than heard the shape of her words; "let me make it up to you… Please."

You chuckled, tracing the outline of her lower lip with your thumb. It was reddish and just a little swollen, warm to the touch and it was your fault.

It got you smiling, because you could also feel her own smile under your digit; "gladly."

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[adventuringblind]

Picking at my Sins

Oscar piastri x reader

Genre: Angst, smut?

Summary: Reader comes from a religious background and struggles with self worth. Oscar is there to pick up the pieces.

Warnings: religious trauma, alluded to SH, panic attacks, talks of sex

Notes: mmmmmm definitely not self projecting or anything

Masterlist

The one thing nobody teaches in church is that innocence is simply a construct in the human mind. No one is ever truly innocent. Especially those who you expect to always love and respect you. The ones who preach to always follow the rules.

They turned their back on her. A mistake that wasn't even hers led to her entire church turning their backs on her. She was left to fend with nothing. Her parents were facing the same issue, only they were the ones who started it.

It was for that reason she left.

She wouldn't call herself innocent. Simply inexperienced. She knows what she would like to try but hasn't been able to do so.

She was alone for so long. A new place makes it hard to make friends. Especially since she has a religious background, people tend to immediately think the worst.

She met Oscar in October of 2022. It was cold and rainy that evening. She needed something from the store, and she didn't have a car, so she'd settled for walking in the torrential down pour.

Alcohol. She needed alcohol after a lengthy conversation with her mom that didn't end well and a ten hour shift at a job she gets minimum wage for. Then, to feed her depressed mood, she went to the nearest park with a pretty view, sat on the bench, and drank straight from the bottle.

She's not sure how long she'd been here, but it was long enough that she was shivering and drenched. The liquor barely touched. How had religion touched that, too? Why does she feel sick at the idea of putting her mouth to the bottle?

The park is deserted, and she assumes that it'll remain that way. It doesn't. And at some point, a male comes running towards her. He's probably just out for some kind of workout he can't pause even for the weather.

She assumes he'll run right by her. He doesn't. Imstead he stops to make conversation. Then he sits with her. Then they walk together to somewhere out of the rain.

That is how she found herself talking to the Australian any moment she got. It's how she made a friend who didn't care that she couldn't stomach eating food at times because it could cause imperfections. A friend who let her rant about her ridiculous situation.

Then, a friend became a lover. He asked her out in January. He asked her to that same park which they had met months earlier. He told her they didn't have to do anything quickly. That he was willing to help her figure it out. He truly saw her for who she was and wanted to continue having stupid conversations and finding weird locations to explore.

She worked through things slowly. Many panic attacks were had. The first time she dyed her hair, she cried. Her first time wearing clothes that revealed more than they should have, she also cried. She couldn't even wear them out due to the sheer amount of overwhelming feelings.

Then she left to travel with Oscar. He dragged her around the world with him. Asking nothing in return aside from loving him unconditionally and being his pillar through the stress of a rookie season.

He was so gentle through everything. Honest with her about every misconception she had about life. Reminded her daily that being herself wasn't a sin.

The one thing she hadn't been able to get past was intimacy. It is the most taboo subject to speak about in a church. Aside from hearing that it's bad unless you're married. If it happens any other way, then you'd be punished. Shunned by all. Labeled as wicked and disgusting.

Hand holding was the first step. That came pretty easy while they were friends even. Then he kissed her and she kissed back and even though she was clumsy it was amazing.

The kiss was followed by the first of many panic attacks. A nasty thing that had her wailing and clawing at her skin.

Eventually, she got past that. Though she picked up new habits that probably weren't the best. Oscar made it a point to keep her hands occupied in more productive ways. Even if it felt childish like coloring in a colorbook. They went through three of them in a month. It became a way that they both relax.

She felt herself getting more comfortable with touch after that. Even getting far enough to get clothes off.

And then she wanted to have him completely. He was so gentle through the entire thing. Always asking how she felt. The girl felt utterly clueless and fumbled with everything, but she didn't panic. Maybe it was the overwhelming feeling of love that kept those dark thoughts out of her brain.

It was a month later that it all came crashing down. Her parents had found her. They showed up at her flat while Oscar was there.

She'd never seen the Aussie so defensive. He'd always been so laid back. Until she watched him tell her parents to get out in a horrifyingly stern voice.

It didn't matter, though. The damage had already been done. They'd already yelled about how awful she'd become. The female had just hung her head and listened. It came like muscle memory.

Oscar did get them out eventually. They left in a flurry of shouts as Oscar closed the door and locked it. Then he started from square one again.

That's when the panic attacks during sex started. She couldn't stop the thoughts. They snuck up on her. One second, she was in bliss, and the next, she was trying to claw her skin off her body. The overwhelming disgust with herself seemed to set in after that.

But Oscar was there, every time. He would hold her. Get her cleaned up. Place bandages where her nails had managed to rip skin. Then he’d occupy her mind with anything far away from the topics of intimacy and sex. He’d let her initiate contact so he didn’t scare her.

Sometime, he gets asked by friends (Lando) about his personal life. Why the two aren’t often see going out together. Why she prefers to do a shot then drink mocktails for the rest of the night.

And Oscar always gives the same over used response. “Cause I’d rather see her smiling then picking herself apart over make believe sins.”

[happilychaengs]

Twice reaction to S/O surprising them at their comeback

Requested by sanayeon1234 on Wattpad

i'm going to be honest. i still struggle writing 9 different reactions with the same prompt so i apologize if some sound similar

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nayeon

nayeon was absolutely exhausted. the comeback that rolled around took a lot out of her as she laid down on the couch off set. but she couldn't have been more shocked as she felt a pair of hands cover her eyes. she was about to scream and shout until she heard a very familiar voice. one that reminded her of home.

"guess who?"

she didn't even need to guess as she let out a squeal of excitement. quickly getting up, she hugged you tightly and breathed in your lavender scent, letting it all set in for her. you were here.

"i missed you so much."

jeongyeon

she was the mom of the group. she'd always had that label and she was proud of it but sometimes she needed someone to take care of her. it sucked to have these thoughts. it really did. but sometimes she just couldn't control it and started thinking about the what ifs and what could be if she just stopped trying. 7 years was a long time. longer than most. she just thought about if she just cooped up in her home with you and do nothing all day. she doubted that there'd much of a difference.

luckily, you were always there to pick her up and this time was no different. you had surprised the girls out of the blue with a huge platter of food and then decided to stay in the corner of the room with your girl until she got called out to go perform. god knows how much she needed that.

momo

momo had a lot going on in her head as she sat there on the couch. for this comeback, she was the center again for most of the song just like more and more and it was nerve-wracking. it's always been but she's just gotten better at hiding it. despite her position as the main dancer, she still had her worries. would she forget a step in the choreography? would she mess up? would she embarrass herself and the rest of the girls?

thankfully, her mind was taken off her worries as she heard a rhythmic knock on the door and low and behold, it was you. the only person she could open up to. the only person who understood her in a way no one else could. then you said the exact things she needed to hear as soon as you sat beside her.

"you'll do amazing."

sana

sana was always an extremely fun person to be around but no one was having it today. she had always fed off of everyone's good energy and well... no one was having good energy today. the rest of the girls were all lazing around on the couch or on the floor as they waited to be called out again to perform another time for their stage.

so all she did was sit there on a chair, hands on her knees as she looked around not knowing what to do for the rest of her time here until she saw the door in front of her open slightly. your head popped out into view and she immediately ran her way to you. you were taken aback by how fast she wrapped her arms around you, almost ignoring the food and drinks in your hand but at least you knew she was happy to see you.

jihyo

jihyo had a lot of responsibilities as a leader. a bit too much honestly but she'd never tell anyone except you. you were her rock. with you by her side, she felt like she could accomplish anything but the opposite was also true. you were so heavily "sick" that you couldn't make it to her promotions and she was extremely tired from it all.

finally wrapping it up, she made her way into the van where she sat there mindlessly just staring at her phone awaiting a text from you. it was tradition. she'd always tell you when she'd be done and you'd always be there to lift her spirits up whether it was just a simple compliment on a text or a short phone call. her eyebrows furrowed as there was nothing for several minutes. not a single thing happened until she heard someone speak up from the driver's seat, "you did great ji."

"what?" no one called her that except you. yet the person in the seat in front of her sounded a lot like you.

you peeked around the seat to face her as you gave her a quick smile, her being as surprised as you were when she practically pulled your head towards her chest. a clear sign that she had missed you a ton.

mina

she was so tired. something she likes to call her "social meter" has been almost empty since the hour she left you to do promotions for their new song. and the worst of it all, she was in such a rush this morning she forgot to bring her phone or some games to keep her mind off things. she just wanted to curl up at home with you by her side as you two played together or went straight to bed.

as she made her way into the lounge, she just sat there staring at the wall mindlessly. she didn't want to talk to anyone right now nor could she use her phone. taking her out of her trance-like state, she felt someone tap her shoulder.

"mina." your voice rang in her ears as her head whipped around in surprise, spotting you with her phone and her nintendo switch in your hands and a smile on your face, "i know you have a lot more to do today, so i know you needed these!"

oh, how thankful she was that she had you with her on these types of days.

dahyun

dahyun loved comebacks. she loved her fans even more but despite that, it doesn't take away from the fact that it's exhausting. mentally and physically. she let out a lengthy sigh as she laid down, arm over her eyes to block out the light.

she heard the girls snickering over something but she decided to just tune it out as she tried to get some more rest. though it wouldn't last long as she heard jihyo tell her to look over to her. reluctantly she got up as she finally saw you with her favorite brand of chocolates and a bouquet of flowers.

she was honestly astonished as she slowly walked over to you. "what's the occasion?"

"nothing. i just wanted to show you how much i love you."

chaeyoung

while all the other girls were conversating between each other, chaeyoung had a little sketchbook placed down on her lap sketching the only thing that came to mind at the time. you. but she couldn't help but get frustrated when she looked at the drawing she had just done. it wasn't close to the real thing. not at all.

"oh that's cute!"

her head turned around in surprise as she saw you looking down at her sketchbook. "y/n?" she quickly covered your face on her sketchbook as you laughed, "is that me? it looks pretty spot on."

she shook her head as she threw her arms around you, "not as pretty as the real thing."

tzuyu

tzuyu was missing you. like almost too much. before their comeback started, she practically spent her days with her hip glued to yours. you two did everything together and now that you two were apart for so long, she was extremely sad. you kept in touch with her through phone calls and texting every day, but it never compared to the real thing. she loved talking to you in person. just to be in your presence was enough for her.

so when she felt someone snake their arms around her stomach, she wasn't truly surprised. she immediately recognized who it was. she clasped her hands around yours as she turned around to engulf you in a big hug.

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: Brat Taming w/ Maggie Greene

a/n: i apologize for being so behind on kinktober, but here's this to make up for it because i've been obsessed with maggie lately.

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Yes, you had to admit that you were being a dick.

I mean c'mon, who wouldn't be? This random guy shows up and all of a sudden he's all over her? It's not that you didn't like Glenn, but you most definitely did not appreciate the googly eyes he was making at your girlfriend, practically hanging off of everything she said, even having the audacity to act flustered around her as if she had asked him to have sex with her or something.

Okay, yeah, no one knew about your relationship, but who could blame the both of you? Maggie grew up in a religious family, as well as her father being one word away from popping his top due to the new arrivals, especially because of Shane. When the world had ended, you were staying the night at her house under the ruse that you hadn't had a “girl's night” with each other in ages, aka the woman was horny and pretty much booty called you. That was when you hadn't put a label on anything yet, Maggie being the hesitant one.

As you spent time taking care of her relatives and close friends that were quickly getting infected, almost all of them being led to the barn with each passing day, she realized that life was now truly too short to be afraid. Maybe that's why you were acting this way, because the relationship was still fresh, internally scared that she'd hop on the first train to a having heterosexual relationship. The sad part was that you'd let her if that was what would make her happy.

You had been giving her an attitude for the last couple of days, constantly shooting dirty looks at Glenn when he was around her, where you knew she could see you. The farm had been so busy lately, with the newcomers and finally having an extra sets of hands. You stayed behind as the men went out; doing the laundry, catering to the farm animals as well as preparing a hearty meal for everyone when they get back.

Trudging upstairs, you headed straight for the bathroom as you stripped naked, allowing the natural air of the vintage house to cool you off as you grabbed a rag, dipping it in a bucket of water so you could scrub yourself down. You wiped the dirt and grime off of your body, the chilly water cooling your pores as you finally were able to recognize yourself.

You jumped as the door opened, your eyes meeting Maggie's as she shut it behind you.

“Get out.” You said coldly, even though you wanted nothing more than to bury your face in her shoulder and deeply inhale her scent. “No.” She said darkly, twisting the lock. She walked up from behind you, placing her hands on your hips, the softness of your naked flesh contradicted the calluses on her palms. She really was the farmer's daughter.

“You've been ignorin’ me.” She drawled in your ear, pressing her clothed lower half to your ass, the denim scratching at your skin. A shiver ran up your spine as her breath hit the shell of your ear. “And you've been real mean to Glenn.” You just shrugged. Nervousness twisted in your gut as you tried to keep a steady face. “Oh, you don't care?” Her eyes grew dark as she asked, her grip growing tighter, pushing you back against her as you kept yourself balanced by placing your hands on the sink.

“No, I don't.” You said, pressing your lips together as she let you grind onto her crotch. The barely there friction was enough to cause you to whimper, head falling back as you indulged in her touches. Your eyes fell closed, a hand landing on your ass, gripping the irritated skin as she watched your reaction through the mirror.

“I don't think that you don't care. I just that think you're just been all pent up, ain't been touched in a while,” She placed a kiss on your shoulder, “My poor girl.” She cooed condescendingly. “I thought,” You breathed as she allowed you to grind against her once more. “I thought you wanted Glenn. 'Was jealous.” You confessed, tears springing in your eyes as the words left you.

She paused.

“Don't you ever say I'd want anyone but you.”

Turning you around, she slammed her lips on yours, invading your mouth with her tongue. Her hand caressed the fat of your body; from your shoulders, down to your breasts where she gently squeezed, twisting your nipples between her fingers, then tracing the stretch marks on your large stomach, allowing her fingertips to trail down your torso before finally touching you where needed her most. She traced your weeping slit, your body shaking in anticipation as she easily inserted two of her fingers into you, a gasp escaping your lips and falling onto her tongue.

“I don't know when they'll be back, so you gotta stay quiet okay?” You nodded as she worked her fingers in and out of you, the only thing audible was your ragged breathing and your wetness, which was dripping down your inner thighs. “Maggie…” You whimpered, hands clawing at her shoulders. “My pretty girl. 'Always ready for me too touch you.” Her thumb drew circles on your clit. “All you wanted was my attention, but you didn't have to be a brat—” Her free hand surprisingly tangled in your sweaty locks, tugging your head back to expose your neck to her.

“To get it.” She finished.

You writhed in her dominant hold, squirming as you drew closer to your release. Her lips hovered over the most sensitive spot on your neck before placing a kiss there. “If no one asked questions, I would’a marked you up purple and blue.” You clenched down on her fingers at the confession. “You close?” And you nodded, holding back as cry as she skillfully massaged your g-spot. For you being the only woman she had ever been with, she knew a lot about what to do.

“Can I cum, please?” You begged, knees growing weak and your mind fogging, practically pleading to let go to. “Will you be nicer to Glenn if I do?” You vigorously nodded, “Yes, yes, I will!” She placed a kiss on your lips. “Then cum.” She spoke against them, and that coil in your stomach snapped, your body arching into her as you came all over her fingers.

Let's just say Glenn had noticed the difference later that day.

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[tubbytarchia]

I love to imagine how shocked and surprised the ranchers and Pearl would be when they both realize that the ranchers don’t fear Pearl and that Pearl isn’t ridiculing the ranchers for even a second

Like they’d be flabbergasted

“Wait your not scared of me??”

“Wait your not gonna make fun of us???”

Just imagine them standing together like that one Spider-Man point meme

Sorry this answer is about to go on a bit of a general ranchers/pearl thought spree but YEAH this, lmao. They have more in common than they'd think!! Alas fate was cruel and it feels like two ships that were so close to meeting but just barely missed each other in the night, sailing right past

Jimmy at least has Tango to not be alone in his ridicule but even with their heads put together they wouldn't have enough brain capacity to care about what others are saying about Pearl. And well, there WAS session 3 when Jimmy shooed Pearl away because of. powdered snow?????? And because she was holding a sculk sensor?? Honestly I don't think Jimmy even at that point cared much about her being labelled as crazy, or didn't perceive it as anything significant, because it never came up unless I'm mistaken? Not once did the ranchers mention that? Jimmy did still break my heart in that moment but I don't think he realized the gravity of what he was doing. I think he was leaning into that more jokingly than anything but also... maybe Scott's presence at that very moment influenced him (cough because flower husbands past cough)

Tango most certainly wouldn't care about what Scott was spreading about Pearl. Scott could come and tell it to his face and he'd be like "uhuh yup!" and then forget immediately because he's Tango (not because he's stupid, he just doesn't think about things he doesn't consider important in relation to him). And Jimmy I think might care more if he weren't in like a happy ranch marriage with Tango and stuff. They'd be aware but not know how deep others' perception of Pearl went, nor would they care unless Pearl wronged them in any significant way

Jimmy wasn't surprised by Pearl's kindness to them in getting the goat horns, probably mostly because he was racking his brain too hard over Minecraft mechanics and being too overjoyed when they did get said horns, but probably also because he expected it to be a one-off thing? But I'd like to think that when Pearl returned to apologize after making a fool of him by stealing Oreo (the horse) with Martyn, and Jimmy kept asking "Are you serious?" when Pearl offered to give the horse back for nothing in exchange this time, that that was when he was really taken aback. Pearl once again showed some form of kindness, even as she was being shunned by everyone (moreso now than in session 2) and as she started to lean into the label of "crazy" that she was given because what else was she to do, all alone? Even then she ran back to Jimmy to apologize and give the horse back. And Jimmy, sweet child, offers friendship at last. But then he got ahead of himself when Pearl asked for confirmation and he went "You know you'd be an even better friend if you gave my horn back too!" and Pearl had to admit she'd already given it to Martyn, after which they kind of just separated without saying much. Clearly Jimmy was disappointed but mm he didn't even proclaim that Pearl wasn't welcome anymore or anything... It was certainly implied through his silence but knowing Jimmy, he would have gotten defensive and made his stance clear, but he didn't, which was either because he didn't want to, because maybe he still wanted to entertain the idea of Pearl making it up to him, OR he was just that fucking sad. He just said "right" and left as Pearl laughed (also I refuse to believe there was malice there in her laugh. What else was she gonna do in response) Either way oh my god I hate it I'm so sad

Anyway so. Their interactions past session 2 were mostly unfortunate but to me it's just... SUCH CRUEL FATE because YOU'RE RIGHT ANON. I really think they could have made it work but because Pearl was in the position that she was in, she didn't consider the idea of ever allying with anyone seriously enough and when she would have, with the ranchers, she'd already felt like she missed her chance. I'd like to imagine her laugh then, when Jimmy left her at the gate of the ranch was that of realization that maybe this friendship really could have happened, but she messed it up. And I'd like to think the ranchers would have still ultimately welcomed her into an alliance, had Pearl not given up trying, because she probably thought that if the ranchers hadn't thought badly of her yet, they must have now. Because no one wanted her, why would the ranchers be an exception? I'm gonna stop my unrefined elongated rant before I completely lose myself um hi hello I'm sorry that I got emotional in response to an anon ask describing the spiderman meme LMAO I'm a bit ill

[yelenasdiary]

Reader made a self made advent calendar for Wanda and in the 24 is something really special.

☃️ Made With Love ☃️

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Arts, craft and special gifts for one special woman. 

Fluff | 0.8K | No Warnings | 

Translation: dorogoy (darling)

AC: Random fact, I got my dogs doggie advent calendars this year!

Day 6 | Advent Calendar Masterlist 🎄

Since you gave Wanda, your home-made Christmas Advent Calendar she's been excited each day to grab a card and open the gift with the labeled number on the front. You loved seeing how happy she was after breakfast to see what other creative things you'd come up with. As an artist you always doubted your own skills, but Wanda always found a way to ensure you that your work was always mind blowing to her. Not ever gift was something special you made, you switched it up by adding a few things you've noticed her eyeing up while window shopping. 

"Good morning my love!" Wanda smiled as you came downstairs for breakfast, "good morning darling" you replied with a soft smile. Wanda had been up earlier than normal, it was December 24th and you could tell she was itching to open the last gift with her name on it. "I made your favourite" she placed a plate of your favorite pancakes on the table for you with a freshly made mug of coffee. "Why thank you" you smiled once more as you took a seat at the table, Wanda gave you a kiss on the top of your head before she sat across from you with her second mug of coffee for the morning. 

"Merry Christmas Eve cutie" you looked at her with a teasing smile before taking a sip of your coffee, "you can't open that last gift until tonight, sorry baby". Wanda playfully frowned, "so you're going to let it sit there all day to tease me?" She asked, you nodded. "We have some things to do today before tomorrow, we did tell Maria we'd bring a dish to Christmas dinner" you reminded Wanda who playfully sighed. "I think maybe we should take a spontaneous trip for Christmas, just the two of us!" She suggested. 

"Wands, have you seen how bad the snow is? We're lucky we're able to get to the compound" you chuckled. "Nothing a little magic can fix" she hinted with a smirk, "Nice try baby but we promised, plus the day will go by so. quickly then you can have your last gift before tomorrow" you replied before filling your mouth with the pancakes she'd made you. 

For Wanda the day felt like it went on forever. The two of you went shopping to pick-up last-minute Christmas gifts and then to the grocery store for Wanda to get the ingredients for paprikash which you still after three years could never master at making it. Lucky for you, Wanda quickly got distracted when she was perfecting her favorite dish that she almost forgot about her gift by dinner time. Left over from last night went down beautifully before cuddling up on the sofa. 

"Are you ready for the last gift?" You spoke softly with Wanda in your arms, "I've been ready since 7 am this morning" she chuckled causing a chuckle from yourself. "Okay, wait here" you gently shifted off the sofa and walked upstairs to the bedroom to grab the gift that you hid from her in case she was cheekily opened it while you weren't watching. Nerves ran through your body faster than you knew how to control them, taking a moment to gather your thoughts before making your way downstairs to Wanda who was sitting patiently on the sofa with a soft smile. 

"You look like you've seen a ghost, are you okay?" Her smile quickly turned to concern, "I'm fine darling, here" You smiled softly as you handed her the last gift of the advent calendar, a medium sized box to keep her from guessing. "Are you sure?" Wanda asked once more as she kindly took the gift from you and placed it beside her, "I'm sure, open your gift darling" You placed a kiss on her forehead while your palms filled with sweat. 

You watched as Wanda carefully opened the gift, finding inside the box was a smaller box that was always wrapped. She wouldn't admit it now, but she could hear how loud your thoughts were. "dorogoy" she whispered as she took out the smaller box, unwrapping it slowly before opening it to see a beautiful golden ring. "I made it" you said while Wanda admired the ring, "baby, it's beautiful" she gasps, taking the ring out of its box, "when did you get the time to make this?" Wanda asked while paying close attention to the ring that held her favorite color as the gem. 

"While you were away on missions, I've been planning it for months and it just helped when you were away" you explained with red cheeks, "Wands" you said, getting on one knee. "Will you marry me?" You asked while looking into her eyes. Even Wanda couldn't see this coming as tears filled her eyes, she nodded, "yes" she smiled before allowing you to slip the ring on her finger, "I can't believe you made it, it's so beautiful" she said once again while admiring the ring as it sat perfectly on her finger. "You deserve so much, and I hope I can give it all to you" you replied, kissing her ever so softly.

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[beautification-tales]

Steffi, clad in her favorite blue overalls, hurried through the bustling cafeteria, her heart racing. Today was the day! The day she would finally muster up the courage to approach her crush, Luke. She had meticulously planned her approach: go to the cafeteria during lunch, casually walk up to Luke's table, and confidently hand him the ice cream she had bought, a gesture of her friendship and admiration. As she neared Luke's table, she could feel the butterflies in her stomach begin to flutter wildly.

But just as she was about to make her move, her foot caught on something on the floor and she tripped, sending the precious ice cream carton flying through the air. Horrified, she watched in slow motion as the ice cream landed with a splat on Luke and his group of friends, drenching them from head to toe. The shock and humiliation were almost too much to bear as Luke turned to her, his face contorted with anger and disgust, and shouted, "What the hell, loser?! Could you be any more clumsy?!" Tears streaming down her face, Steffi turned and ran, her heart feeling as if it had been ripped out of her chest.

Steffi fled to the one place she knew she could find solace: her lab. She had spent countless hours in this sanctuary of her creation, tinkering with chemicals and formulas in an attempt to find a way to fit in with the "cool kids" like Luke. And finally, she had succeeded. Sitting on the counter was a small vial of green liquid, labeled "Cool Serum." She had created it by combining a rare ingredient she'd found online with a few drops of her own blood. The serum promised to make her feel confident and cool for a whole day. But now, with Luke's harsh words still ringing in her ears, she didn't know if she had the courage to use it.

She stared at the vial for what seemed like hours, debating what to do. Eventually, she decided that she had nothing to lose. If the serum didn't work, she'd be right back where she started. And if it did, maybe she could finally gain Luke's respect and friendship.

Steffi wiped away her tears, took a deep breath, and carefully screwed the cap of the vial. She couldn’t wait to show the fruits of her labor to Luke.

Making her way to Luke's house, she tried to compose herself. Her heart was still racing, but at least the tears had stopped. As she walked up to the door, she gathered her courage and knocked. A moment later, Luke's mother answered.

"Oh, hi Steffi," she said, looking surprised. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Steffi replied, forcing a shaky smile. "I just wanted apologize to Luke for being such a clumsy girl today.”

Luke's mother looked surprised. "Oh, dear, you don't have to apologize for that. Luke is just in the shower. Why don't you come in and wait for him?"

Steffi hesitantly stepped inside and took a seat on the couch. The living room was much nicer than she had expected; it was decorated with tasteful art and comfortable furniture. She couldn't help but wonder if Luke had anything to do with the interior design. As she waited, she took out the vial of cool serum and held it tightly in her hand. Her heart raced with anticipation and fear.

Just then, Luke entered the room, still drying off his hair with a towel. He looked her up and down before sitting down across from her. "Hey, Steffi," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I was just thinking about you earlier today. Thanks for the ice cream, by the way."

Steffi took a deep breath and held up the vial of cool serum. "Luke, I know I messed up really bad today, and I feel terrible about what happened. But I was hoping... I wanted to show you something." She uncapped the vial and held it out to him. "I've been working on this... it's called the 'Cool Serum.' I made it myself. It's supposed to make you feel cool and confident and definitely not clumsy.

"I don't know why I made it or why I thought it would help... I just wanted to... to be your friend, I guess. And maybe if I could be cool enough for you, maybe you'd want to hang out with me." Her voice trembled slightly, but there was a newfound strength in it that Luke had never heard before.

Luke looked at the vial, then back at Steffi. He couldn't deny that she looked different. Her usual glasses were gone, replaced by a pair of sexy, black frames that accentuated her eyes. Her hair, normally tied back in a ponytail, was loose and flowing around her shoulders. And she was wearing a revealing top that showed off her curves in a way he'd never seen before.

His heart skipped a beat as he registered the change in her scent; it was intoxicating and alluring. He felt a sudden urge to touch her, to feel her skin against his. "Steffi...," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You look... incredible."

Steffi blushed, ducking her head shyly. "Do you... like it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Luke could only nod in reply, his heart racing. He felt a surge of desire well up inside him, making it difficult to think straight. All he could focus on was the way she looked, the way she smelled, the way she moved. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in her presence.

"You're beautiful, Stephanie," he managed to say, his voice barely audible. "Incredibly beautiful." His words seemed to spark something within her, and she looked up at him with a mixture of surprise and joy. A blush crept up her neck and spread across her cheeks, making her even more alluring.

As they sat there, locked in each other's gaze, the air between them crackled with electricity. Luke felt like he could feel every inch of her body, even from across the room. He ached to touch her, to feel her skin against his own. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in her presence.

Steffi, on the other hand, was drowning in a sea of new emotions. She had never experienced anything like this before; Luke's words and gaze made her feel desirable and wanted in a way she never had. Her heart raced as she waited for him to make a move, to take the next step.

As their connection intensified, the air around them seemed to grow heavy with anticipation. Luke leaned forward, his eyes never leaving hers, and brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. His touch sent a wave of heat coursing through her body, making her shiver with pleasure.

His hand moved to cup her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin in a gentle, hypnotic circle. Steffi closed her eyes, savoring the sensation, as she felt Luke's other hand slide up her thigh, coming to rest on her hip. His touch was so light, so gentle, yet it sent a wave of desire coursing through her veins.

She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in quick, ragged gasps. When she opened her eyes again, she found Luke looking down at her, his expression a mix of desire and tenderness. The air between them seemed to crackle with an electricity that was both intimate and thrilling.

As he leaned in closer, she could feel the heat of his body against hers, and it sent a shiver of anticipation through her. His lips brushed against hers, soft and gentle at first, before deepening the kiss, taking her breath away. His hand slid lower, cupping her bottom, lifting her up off the couch so that she was straddling his lap.

She felt his erection pressing against her, and she arched her back, pressing herself closer. Their kisses grew more urgent, more demanding, as their bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt both familiar and new. His other hand moved up her back, unfastening her top, revealing her bare breasts to the cool air. He groaned into the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers as he caressed her nipples with his thumbs.

Steffi moaned, her hips moving faster against him, her desire building with each passing second. She felt herself growing wet, aching for him to be inside her. As if sensing her need, Luke reached down, unbuckling his pants, freeing his hard length from his jeans. She gasped as he guided it to her entrance, feeling the slick heat of her body surround him.

He pushed slowly inside her, groaning at the tight, perfect fit. She arched her back, her eyes closed in bliss as he began to move, their bodies in perfect sync. Her hands ran up and down his back, digging into his skin as she urged him on. Luke could feel her muscles gripping him with each thrust, her moans filling the room.

Their lovemaking was fierce and urgent, a dance of desire and need. His movements grew more powerful as he lost himself in the sensation of being inside her. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around him, and with a final thrust, she cried out, her eyes squeezing shut as she came, her body shuddering beneath him.

Luke followed her over the edge, his body tensing as he released himself into her, groaning her name as his seed filled her. They clung to each other, their breaths ragged and heavy, as their bodies slowly began to relax.

Steffi nestled into Luke's chest, feeling the softness of his T-shirt against her skin. She smiled, content and satisfied in a way she never had been before. "That was...amazing, it feels so good ….. to be cool.” she purred, her voice still shaky from the intensity of their lovemaking.

[kairithemang0]

The "Kairi Problem"

Hey guys it's Kairi day I'm gonna go on a long rant about how sad I am that she kinda sucks as a character.

To start I want to say that I absolutely adore Kairi, and that this isn't meant to be me hating on her, because I do really love her as a character (I literally stole her name for heavens sake). I just believe that there are a lot of problems with her character I need to get out of my system.

Ok, let us begin! First off, and the main issue with her for me is her pure reliance on Sora, and how much that really has damaged her character. Kairi is best when she's not around Sora. For instance, her conversations with Lea in KH3 are some of my favorite parts of that game. Their dynamic is so fun, and I wish they had more screentime together because they have the potential to have this sibling relationship that would be so wholesome. Along with her other interactions with characters, she could have such a great friendship with Aqua, seeing as Aqua will be teaching her how to better herself with the keyblade, it would be great to see more of their interactions.

HOWEVER! These are the only 2 meaningful relationships Kairi has outside of Sora. And even then, Sora makes up 80% of her interactions. Not even her and Riku talk much after KH1. They hardly even talk in Melody of Memory, a "Kairi game" where she is hardly playable. Not only that, at the end of that game Riku basically told her that she needs to stay home and let him to do work to find Sora. This to me is a big misstep in the writing for her character.

Kairi has self-confidence issues, one of her battle lines in Re:Mind is literally "please work". She has no faith in her abilities, but so much can be done with that. She can have an arc about believing in yourself and coming into her own and learn to stand beside Sora and Riku, not just letting them protect her.

This is partially due to her lack of screentime. She's never really been the focus of anything, she's just Kairi. The prize. That's really what she is, she's like the princess in another castle. Just "the girl". And that's a terrible thing to do with her character because unlike Peach, the princess in another castle, Kairi doesn't get the chance to rise above that label. In 21 years you'd think she'd be given something, anything really. I think that's why her kicking a heartless in the KH TV show pilot made me, and probably others, so excited. She did something! And it was cool, that's what we needed. Something cool.

So why am I talking about all this? The fandom has made jokes about Kairi being a plank of wood for years, it's no secret to anyone she's been given very little in terms of character. I guess my question is why? Why is Nomura giving this character with an interesting backstory and an interesting set of powers with seeds of a character if you squint such little time? Not only has she been around since the very beginning, but even characters who we know much less about than her are far more fascinating. I like to compare her to Yozora, who is a character we really know nothing about however we know he's powerful, and we know he has a goal. And I can assume he will deliver on both of those things even when we know more about him. Kairi on the other hand has had very few cool moments, has no goal, and just MIGHT be powerful. I mean you'd think having a princess of heart, a topic that has been covered in multiple games and will likely continue to be touched upon, as a main character would be amazing, right? Well, she's hardly ever mentioned to be a princess of heart and all we know about her powers is that she can bring back a heartless Sora in Kingdom Hearts 1. And that's it, that's all we know.

And I haven't even gotten into the whole thing about the Destiny Trio, the main trio in this series made up of 3 very important characters, feels more like 2 duos. It's either Sora and Riku or Sora and Kairi, not "Destiny Trio". And we know Nomura can write good trios, even while having 2 of the characters have moments together. So why can't the Destiny Trio have this? The 3 of them hardly interact without one of them overshadowing the other. For instance, the Riku and Sora KH2 reunion.

Sora is confused on how Riku can be here when he looks like Ansem. Kairi shows Sora that it is in fact Riku, and Sora and Riku have a moment. Then Kairi does nothing for the rest of the scene. In every case, that is a Riku and Sora scene where Kairi is just there. And this happens time and time again, where Riku or Kairi is put to the side so they both can have their moment with Sora.

And now it's time to talk about the scene where Xemnas kidnaps her. This scene is just... GAH I HATE IT!!! Xemnas just snatches her and then somehow, she's just passed out and gets killed. Not only that, but the reactions from other characters are also so lackluster. Sora does his "Kairi!" thing, and if anyone else were to have reacted I would say it should be Riku and Lea. Of course, Lea was dealing with his own troubles during that scene, seeing his best friends again was definitely something that would be more important to him, however he and Kairi spent time together growing a bond and training together, you'd think he'd at least go after her a little more? He does nothing! The only person that reacts to it is Sora, which is so sad since you'd think even Roxas would care a bit, since he and Kairi had that brief moment in KH2 where Roxas and Kairi's minds connect. You'd think any of them would have more of a reaction than they did. And she herself just sits there and struggles a bit. She's got another hand she could use to summon her keyblade again and swipe at him or do anything else that isn't absolutely nothing.

This whole scene would have been better if they had waited longer for Kairi to get taken, maybe she goes into battle with Sora, Riku, and Mickey when they fight the norts, but Xehanort swopes down and stabs her with his keyblade or something. If that happens, we could get more of a reaction from Riku. Really anything that isn't what we got would be better.

Throughout this whole series Kairi has been pushed to the side time and time again, and I highly doubt that'll end any time soon. With a new saga coming and more focus being placed on the Foretellers and what came before, Kairi will likely be once again pushed to the side lines while other more interesting characters take the front lines. It's a very sad fate for a character that has so much potential she'll never live up to due to a lack of interest from the writer.

[abitohoney]

Not necessarily a request but just thinking about the song Dixie Boy and imagining Sevika singing it about reader,,,,,mmmmmmmmmmm

Another ask that I'm absurdly late in replying to...

So I'm going to assume you were talking about the version by April Smith and the Great Picture Show. (Really good song. Been listening to it on repeat for a while.) And oh yes I get what you're saying. Pronouns, etc aside, the lyrics really fit her singing about reader quite nicely.

I know you said you weren't necessarily requesting anything, but this got me thinking. At first, I was of the mindset that she'd never sing, at least not in front of anyone. But as I thought about it more, I decided there are a couple of scenarios where I could see reader possibly witnessing Sevika singing.

Slightly NSFW, but nothing explicit. Questionably labeled 'crack treated seriously' for the first scenario, but really it's just kinda silly.

Drunk Sevika. But like a very drunk Sevika. And it's just you and her at home. No other witnesses. Like maybe you picked up a bottle of something really nice. Something imported to share with Sevika on a special night. It's strong as fuck, burns your throat, and even has Sevika coughing when she takes her first sip. Clearly, it’s gonna knock her on her ass if she consumes too much.

The two of you sit at the small round table in your kitchen playing cards and drinking, gambling away your clothes. Sevika, normally able to handle her liquor without any issue (Janna, that poor woman's liver), is starting to show signs of getting a bit tipsy. Her game gets sloppy and suddenly she's the one with fewer clothes on than you. That never happens. Her crooked grin around her cigarillo gets looser and her eyes linger longer and longer on your chest, which is currently only covered by a bra.

You, normally not as good with liquor as her, are feeling fine, having been nursing your drink. Glancing at the bottle you realize she's polished off well over three-quarters all on her own. "Maybe you've had enough?" you ask as she grabs the bottle and nearly misses her glass as she refills it.

"I'm fine," she huffs, but there's a bit of a drawl in her voice that isn't normally there.

Well, this is going to be interesting.

It only takes several rounds of cards for Sevika to get so drunk that she's literally losing every round and is now sitting in just her boxers. She sways in her seat. Foggy, unfocused gray eyes stare a little too intently at your tits. Like she's trying to move your bra aside using just her will. The tiny remnant of her cigarillo hangs precariously at the corner of her slack mouth, before it finally falls completely out and onto the table. When she doesn't seem to take notice, you stand and move to her side so you can put it in the ashtray.

"You're so good to me baby," Sevika drawls. She snakes her human arm around your bare waist. Though her body normally runs quite warm, apparently the alcohol coursing through her blood has managed to crank that up even further, her skin hot against yours.

She attempts to pull you over her thigh but misses and bumps her knee into your own.

With your hand over your mouth to stifle your giggles, you help her guide you to sit on her thigh.

"Let me see that pretty smile," Sevika slurs as she gently takes your wrist by her metal fingers to place your hand on her shoulder.

You slip your other hand over her shoulder and smile sweetly at her as requested.

But oh the way she looks at you right now… If you didn't know she was already drunk from alcohol you'd think she was drunk on her love for you. Those gray eyes, though glazed over, are glued to your face adoringly. Even her crooked smile is more lopsided than usual. She looks almost… dopey? Whatever it is, it's fucking cute as hell.

"I heard a song the other day," she says, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Oh yeah?" You ask, your grin widening and your brow raising. You're curious as to where this could possibly be leading. You know she enjoys some background music when she plays cards or works on her arm, but you never took her to really pay that close attention to the songs.

"Mhm. Made me think of you," she replies and softly drags the back of her index finger over the apple of your cheek.

Okay. Now you're really intrigued.

"How so?" You ask, and before she can pull her finger away, you turn to press a kiss to the knuckle.

"The lyrics."

If you didn't know any better, you'd think that answer was a joke given how ridiculous it was. You release a soft laugh anyway. She's just too damn amusing in this uncharacteristic state.

"Well I figured that much, but what about the lyrics made you think of me? Maybe you should sing it to me."

It's only a joke. You know damn well Sevika is not about to sing. Especially not in front of you. Or at least, that's what you thought.

Sevika starts to bounce her other knee, her body swaying slightly to a slow rhythm. Granted, her movements are not exactly the smoothest at her level of intoxication, but it's damn clear she's trying to match whatever song she's had in her head.

Your grin and affectionate gaze slowly slip away, wide eyes taking their place.

She can't possibly-

"I find I spend my time waiting on your call. How can I tell you, babe, my back's against the wall," she sings slowly.

Oh dear Janna she is!

Sevika is fucking serenading you. Never in all your days did you ever expect this. And as she continues, in that deep, raspy- albeit slurred- tone, you find your smile returning twofold.

"I need you by my side to tell me it's all right. 'Cause I don't think I can take anymore."

Her gray eyes never leave yours as she outright croons the chorus.

"Is this love that I'm feeling? Is this the love that I've been searching for?"

She wraps both arms tighter around your back, urging you to sway with her as she continues.

More than happy to encourage her delightful love ballad, you rock with her, barely containing the smile that paints your face.

"Is this love or am I dreaming? This must be love. 'Cause it's really got a hold on me. A hold on me."

Despite the temptation to let her keep going, her words are slurring more and more and her body is falling limp. And Janna, she's just so damn adorable you can't resist kissing her. Taking her warm cheeks between both your palms, you bring your lips to hers just as she opens her mouth to sing the next verse.

Sevika's kiss is sloppy. Even more so than usual. Her mouth nearly encapsulates yours and her tongue rolls languidly over every part of your mouth.

But you don't mind the mess. Not when she's humming like your mouth is the most pleasing thing she's ever tasted.

When you feel her body start to slouch further, you pull back with a soft chuckle and wipe the back of your hand across your wet mouth.

"You're quite the singer," you tease, but her smitten expression remains. "And really, I’m quite flattered, but let's get you to bed before you fall out of this chair."

"Mmm, want to fuck you first," she drawls. She tries to lean forward to capture your lips again, but lands her wet lips on your nose instead.

Yeah, there's not going to be any fucking tonight.

Giggling, you push against her shoulders to get her sitting upright.

"Okay, but let's do that in bed," you suggest. When that doesn't seem to convince her, her lips still seeking yours, you quickly add, "That way you can use the strap."

Sevika finally ceases her failed attempts at kissing you and flops back in her chair to give you what you assume is supposed to be a sexy smirk. In reality, it's just her upper lip curling like a weak snarl.

Janna, she's fucking plastered.

"So why don't you come show me how much you love me," you purr as you slip off her thigh.

With your help, Sevika stumbles her way into your bedroom and onto the bed. She's still grinning up at you like a lovestruck fool, but her eyelids are drooping lower and lower. You no more than turn your back to grab her strap (knowing full well this isn't really going to happen) and return to find her already blissfully passed out, mouth slack and just the slightest bit of drool starting to form at the corner.

Note to self: get Sevika the strong stuff.

I headcanon that Sevika might be into blues and jazz music. Like the original stuff from years ago. So I could see her maybe singing a tune while she's in the shower, tub, or just getting ready. But only if she thinks she's alone and is in just the right mood. Now if you just happen to show up unannounced and catch such an occurrence, you best enjoy it from a distance and keep your mouth shut, lest you invoke her wrath.

Somehow managing to get off work early today, you decide to use that extra time to surprise your girlfriend with an unannounced visit.

Just outside her front door, you give it a good several knocks before finally deciding to use the spare key she'd given you. It's not uncommon for her to be asleep at this hour, and knowing how heavy a sleeper she is, you're not too surprised that she doesn't answer.

Trying not to wake her, you quietly slip inside and kick off your shoes before making your way to her bedroom.

There's a faint yellow glow coming from the open door, but it's not from the bedroom. It's from the adjoining bathroom. Not that there's anything odd about that either. But what is odd, is the faint sound you hear over the running shower as you get closer.

"An' give me six crap shooting pall bearers. Let a chorus girl sing me a song."

Does she have music playing in her bathroom?

As you step further into her bedroom, heading towards the open door to the bathroom, you're certain it's not music. There are no instrumentals playing. Just vocals.

"Put a red hot jazz band at the top of my head. So we can raise Hallelujah as we go along."

Oh, that is definitely not music. That voice, even through the muffling sounds of water hitting the tile floor and walls, is most definitely Sevika's.

Oh shit. She's fucking singing in the shower!

Now standing just outside the threshold, you carefully peer inside through the steam filling the small room, not daring to get caught witnessing such an unprecedented event. Sure as shit, Sevika is standing in her shower, her back to you, just singing a blues song like it's second nature. Completely oblivious to her astonished audience.

"Folks, now that you have heard my story. Say, boy, hand me over another shot of that booze."

Your wide eyes and mouth devolve into that of sheer delight as you continue to listen. She may not be belting the tune quite the way you know to have heard it from the original singer, but that deep, raspy voice of hers is perfect for the blues song regardless. Or perhaps you're just biased to hearing the Undercity's scary lady, aka your grumpy girlfriend, singing a tune.

"If anyone should ask you. Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues."

Too engrossed in the show before you, you don't realize she's ended her song and has turned off the shower until it's too late.

Sevika turns to grab her towel and you're met with wide gray eyes. But they're only wide for a fleeting moment before they narrow threateningly on you. As she speaks, that lovely singing voice of hers is long gone. Replaced with a dark and dangerous tone.

"You. Here. Now."

Whatever punishment she has in store for you- totally worth it for witnessing that lovely performance.

AN: For those of you unfamiliar, the first song is "Is This Love" by White Snake. It's an 80s soft rock love ballad that I enjoyed very much in my younger years. I think it would be incredibly cheesy and cute to have Sevika sing it. Drunk of course.

The second song is "St. James Infirmary Blues" by Cab Calloway. (Thanks to master-sass-blast for suggesting that one.) Now this song was even before my time, but I'd heard it in the old Betty Boop cartoons that they still played when I was a wee little Honey.

[the-fiction-witch]

Oh F-oxes P1

Media Godless

Character Whitey Winn

Couple Whitey X Reader

Rating Flirty Af

I sat in the office, I was leant back in my chair, as I read my latest Nickel Library comic. While I minded the office as Bill was away doing, well I don't know really whatever it is he's up to. I heard the door open so I glanced up and saw y/n. "Aww Hiya Miss Y/l/n, What a nice surprise," I smiled as I set my comic down and turned to sit a little better on my chair "Hi Mr Winn" She smiled, as she came through wearing her usual black and white vertical striped dress with black frills and lace, her hair braided and pinned up with her bonnet style hat tied under her chin, a little wicker basket in her arms and following along behind her the little grey fox with well fluffed and trimmed fur and little sharp blue eyes. I saw Y/n often as she lived in a little house with a wrap-around porch close to the old mine, She'd been In Labelle as long as I could remember, having moved here to live with her great uncle but he passed away in The Accident.

We certainly enjoyed each other's company being the only two around a similar age and we had been courting for a few months now even if I would have courted and married her years ago if she wasn't so damn stubborn. And Of course, I knew little Fleur. Y/n had gone for a ride out in the woods one afternoon and found a young abandoned Grey Fox cub barely through its blind and deaf stage, she helped it of course and did try many times to find its family but never did and the two were now so bonded Fleur honestly thought of y/n as her mother, followed her everywhere and took great care to protect her. "What brings ya to see me today then? Or am I just lucky?" I asked as I leaned on the desk. "I figured I'd bring my favourite deputy a little treat," She smiled as she pulled back the gingham cloth to reveal a still-steaming one of her apple and peach lattice pies which she pulled out and set on the desk "As you've been working so hard with Bill gone," "Really?!" I asked excitedly, "Of course," She smiled as she handed over a clean fork, "Do ya have a plate?" I asked as I happily took the pie and fork, "Do you need one whitey?" She giggled "Ya know me well darlin'" I smirked as I eagerly had a taste "Ummm Delicious Darlin' thank you very much" "You're welcome" she smiled as Fleur came up and perched on my desk watching me with her strong eyes, "So Whitey I was wondering?" She smiled

Ah, I knew she wanted something.

"What is it?" "I need to pop out of town for a little while," "Oh? Where ya goin'?" "Just on a little trip to visit family, I'll only be gone a month or so," "Okay," "And I was wondering if you'd mind looking after my house while I'm gone," "Ohh course no problem, I'm more than happy to pop in, collect your mail, water your plants and such" I explained, "Thank you," she smiled "And also could you take care of Fleur for me." I met eyes with Fleur and she seemed as unhappy with the concept as I was, "Uhhh? Ya sure about that?" I asked looking at her, "Well, I don't really have much of a choice. I can't take her on the train with me and Everyone else in town is scared of her, Please Whitey." "I'm not sure y/n, I have no experience with animals and I don't really think Fleur likes me very much," I explained as I got up and leaned on my desk, "She likes you, Enough." She said, "Please Whitey, all you'd need to do is feed her once in the morning and once at night, check her water bowl and give her a brush once a week that's all." "I don't know y/n…" "Please Whitey," She pleads stroked her hand across my hair then down my cheek, across my jaw, down my chest rubbed on my chest with both her hands as she moved close to press her body against me.

God damn girl she knows how to manipulate me!

That's the thing when you're courting a girl this smart, she figures out quickly how to manipulate ya! She has been denying me since we started courting, never letting me get any further than just some kisses, so she goddamn knew! all she had to do was hint and snuggle and I'd be putty in her hands. "Alright," "Yay! Thank you whitey!" she smiled as she pulled me into a hug so I quickly hugged her back "On one condition," I warn her, "Ohh?" She asked, "I will look after ya house and Fleur. If when ya get back, you come and stay over at my place a couple nights?" "Just stay over?" "Well See." "We have a deal, Mr Winn," She smiled as she pulled me into an intense kiss, I happily kissed her back stroking her waist through her dress till she pulled back "Come up to the house later and I'll walk you through everything," "Will I get a deposit payment before ya go?" "Well see." She smiled as she tapped my nose "Come On Fleur" She smiled and Fleur happily jumped off the desk fluffing her trail and she followed y/n out of the office.

[glossyybabie]

uno

Summary: You deliver a pizza to a mysterious woman in a quiet cottage. Things escalate from there.

Warnings: NSFW. Nothing too explicit, though, and all consensual. Female reader. Hidden threats/implications of murder. Naked Uno.

Word count: 1358

Notes: Sometimes I write things like this and wonder what I’m thinking. Honest to God, this was a concept I came up with in the very early hours of the morning, as most of my stories are, but then it got away from me. I can’t tell if this is wholesome or disturbing, maybe both. Enjoy, besties.

Unsure of whether there was a doorbell hidden by the bushes or not, you knocked on the door. The lights were on, so someone was home, and if not, you were fully prepared to eat those two pizzas yourself.

It had been a long shift, as weekend shifts often were. You were tired, running on only two energy bars for the last 5 hours, and were more than relieved that this was your final delivery for the night.

You saw a shadow move in front of the window and moved your hand back under the stack of pizza boxes again, ready to pass them over. The door in front of you creaked open, and you smiled, just as you had automatically been doing all night.

"Hi," you said, forcing brightness in your tone to conceal your tiredness. The more tips you could get from this, the better. "You ordered pizza?"

The woman in the doorway paused, brushing away her blowout curls from her eyes to enable her to see better. Her dark green robe was . . . definitely very low cut. You fought with yourself to keep your eyes on her face.

"I did," she answered hesitantly, and then looked you up and down. "You're not a man, are you?"

You shook your head, glancing down at your jeans and blue bomber jacket. "They didn't design this uniform with women in mind. I'm not even allowed to show any ankle as it's 'too distracting'. Anyway, here's your order –"

The woman interjected with a sigh before you could hand the boxes to her. "Would you mind setting it over there for me?"

She pointed behind her into the house. Slightly hesitant, you nodded and stepped past her, dusting away any dirt from the soles of your shoes on the doormat as you entered. You usually were in too much of a rush to actually deliver pizzas into a house, but it wasn't like you had any more deliveries to get done that night.

The house wasn't nearly as brightly lit as you'd expected it to be. There were one or two lamps on, sure, and the glowing fireplace crackled away in the living room, but it definitely felt just a little dark and ominous. You made a note to yourself to dawdle as little as possible while you were there.

You set the pizzas down on the small dining room table. They were still fairly warm, you observed when part of your glove slipped off and your hand made contact with the boxes.

"I'm sorry if this came later than expected. Traffic today has been pretty bad," you said. You stood up, adjusting your gloves ready to leave, and gasped suddenly, nearly tripping over in fright. "You have a raven?"

"Yes, he's a friend of mine," she replied, picking up the wine glass she'd set down on a side table. If not for her small smirk, you would’ve assumed she’d been oblivious to your shock. "Any plans for this evening?"

You shrugged, still giving the raven a nervous side-eye. "I don't know, watch a movie, perform Satanic blood rituals, play Uno with my roommate, the usual," you responded, pausing for a moment. "The second one was sarcasm."

"I assumed so," she agreed.

Picking up the open wine bottle, she filled an empty glass that had been left on the table and offered it to you. Usually you wouldn’t have accepted it, but one look at the label on the bottle suggested that this was definitely some high-end expensive stuff, and you really weren’t in a position to say no to that.

Besides, it wasn’t the first time you’d gotten yourself caught up in the antics of a random customer. One woman had spent the evening getting you to move her furniture around and given you a tip afterwards.

You very hesitantly took a sip. “Is there a reason why you’re offering me alcohol?” you asked, feeling like it was something that definitely needed to be questioned.

“I’m . . . deciding,” she murmured quietly.

As she approached the table, you looked at her apprehensively and placed the glass down. “On what?”

“How ravenous I’m feeling tonight,” she responded. As she placed her glass down on the table beside yours, she leaned forward, hands resting against the table edge, head slightly bowed. “Leave us, Stolas.”

At first, you’d assumed she was talking to you, asking you to go, but it was once she’d said “Stolas” that you froze in place. There was the sound of the soft flapping of wings, accompanied by the sensation of a gentle breeze flowing past your head. You glanced at the windowsill; the raven was gone.

You blinked and looked over at her. She glanced up at you, eyes narrowed at first, but slowly beginning to smile. Now you were beginning to build up an understanding of what was happening.

“Oh.”

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You were on your back across the bed of a woman whose name you didn’t even know. Something Wardwell, maybe, but you hadn’t really paid much attention to the name of the customer beforehand.

Your jeans were somewhere nearby, not that you exactly knew where, but at least you knew that your jacket was still beneath you. You were barefoot at this point, and gloveless. How you’d let yourself get into that situation, you had no idea.

But it was too late now. You were too far gone, being fingered so perfectly that thinking logically and making an excuse to leave was out of the question. It was the end of a long week, you supposed. There was nothing wrong with some harmless fun with a woman who was probably 20 or so years older than you.

An unadulterated moan, followed by a heaved profanity or two, left your mouth as you came beneath her for the second time that night. She swallowed any further moans with a deep kiss that felt powerful enough to bruise your lips.

Harmless fun, you assured yourself.

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You were both pretty spent. It had been just under an hour of whatever that was, and the previously cool room was feeling considerably more humid. Both of you were breathing fairly heavily. In fact, you could feel the woman’s body heat beside you and you weren’t even making physical contact.

“I guess that was better than any other Saturday night plans I had,” you muttered as you sat up, pulling a throw blanket towards yourself to provide some partial coverage.

“Better than Uno?” the woman asked, clearly mocking your previous statement.

You nodded frankly. “Ever played Uno?”

“No,” she answered, and then sighed exasperatedly when you slid off the bed and towards your discarded jeans on the floor. “Let me guess: you brought a pack of Uno cards with you.”

You climbed back onto the bed, laying on your stomach with the blanket loosely draped over you. “Of course I did,” you replied as you began to deal out the already shuffled deck accordingly. “Consider this a payment for having sex with me.”

“Prostituting yourself for a card game?” she questioned as she reluctantly turned over. She mirrored your position on her stomach but with her knees bent and ankles crossed in the air. “That’s new.”

You pushed a few cards across the bed towards her. “So those are yours. You're better off not showing me. Uno’s a really easy game to play, you’ll pick it up quickly. The aim is to put down all of your cards, but obviously it’s not that easy. You usually end up picking up more cards in the process and screwing your opponent over.”

She picked up the box the cards had been packaged in, read over at the instructions at the back, and laughed shortly. “Easy. So what do I win?”

You shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. But if I win, I get one of the pizzas I delivered. I haven’t eaten in hours, actually.”

“Well, in that case, I suppose I’ll play for a bite to eat too,” she said quietly, almost as if there was a darker double meaning to her decision, but she didn’t give you a chance to question it. “You first, my dear.”

[prettyblondguys]

Part 2

Dmitri x plus size f!reader

Warnings: None for this chapter I think, don't you dare ask me to proofread

Sunday Bingo Night was, thankfully, Russian Man free. As a matter of fact, the rest of your week had been as well, leaving you to put all of your focus (and anxieties) into your work at the local library. It wasn't a stressful job per say, not when compared to other fast paced environments, and the hours and pay were decent, but still you had the habit of working yourself up over the smallest things. Case in point, you were currently sitting behind the circulation desk with a notepad trying to figure out everything that still needed to be done for the upcoming Friends of the Library Event, a relatively small gathering that was held each year to drum up more funds, and the second it had been assigned to you to take care of, you'd felt that all too familiar dread of 'what if I mess up?' wash over you. It wasn't as if you didn't know what to do, you'd worked here for years now and you worked hard, sometimes spending extra hours just to get more work done, opting to finish filings or sortings sooner rather than the next day, and going out of your way to think of and make fun displays to draw more of the community in. And your hard work hadn't gone unnoticed either, after just 3 years you'd been promoted to co-head librarian, head librarian being your 64 year old coworker, Delores.

No, you knew what you were doing, you just often did more than needed to be done.

"I know we've decided on tea sandwiches," you say to Delores as she flips through some papers, letting out a sigh when you bring up the event again, "but what if people want a second option? Like, what if they get sick of the sandwiches? It's 2 hours, maybe we should have something else as well?" Delores fixes you with a withering look over the rim of her glasses, lips pursed in thinly veiled aggravation, "Like what?" You scramble for an idea, you were sure she'd shoot you down without even considering it. "Umm, how about chips and dip?"

"Too messy."

"Devilled Eggs,"

"Too smelly." Fair.

"We could have fruit!"

"What kind of fruit?"

"Um, how about..grapes..?"

"You want to serve tea sandwiches and grapes?" She looks at you like you'd just asked what the Dewey decimal system is. "I, uh, I guess we should just...stick to the sandwiches." Delores goes back to flipping through her papers and you dejectedly return to your notepad, scratching out where you had written 'second food option'. There's still a lot that needs to be done in five days; the rest of the recently donated books needed to be checked for marks and put in neat boxes, you needed to make sure you had enough name tags and markers, and not to mention blank labels. You had come up with a fun way for the patrons to interact with the library they help fund, by letting them go through the donated books and label them, sort of playing librarian for the day. Even Delores had thought it was a good idea. You hum to yourself, fingers tapping against the paper,

"How about a second drink option?"

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"Dom, dom, dom, dom, dom, dom, be, dooby, dom. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoaaaa," you quietly sing through a mouth full of tomato and sliced turkey, head bobbing as The Beach Boys' Come Go With Me plays through your headphones. You had walked five minutes away to spend your lunch break at the park that overlooked the beach, sitting on the picnic table and decompressing from your coworker's passive-aggressiveness. And decompressing here was easy, with the sun warming your face and the smell of the ocean filling your lungs, and the sweet, sweet sound of The Beach Boys crooning in your ears. Tea sandwiches be damned, this was peaceful.

"So come and go with me, whoa whoa whoa whoaa-" oh no. Walking away from the beach and towards you was Dmitri, a plain white shirt draping over his body like liquid. Ok, maybe that was a bit much, but he looked delectable. You consider getting up and walking back to the library, cutting your break short halfway through, but that would be too obvious. Maybe he hasn't seen me. Maybe he'll walk by and not even notice me. Maybe you should stop shoving your sub down your throat.

His eyes land on you as he gets closer, the side of his mouth turning up in a soft smile. "Y/n," he greets you after you slip your headphones around your neck, stopping to stand near where you sit, "fancy seeing you here." You inwardly cringe as he repeats your words from the grocery store just days earlier.

"I wahurc neher behi," you say through yet another mouthful of sub, holding your hand up for him to wait when he gives you a confused look. You swallow and continue, "I work nearby. I'm on my lunch break." He nods, moving to sit on the bench next to where your feet are, giving you the high ground, "It's nice here," he looks out towards the water as he speaks, elbows resting on his knees, "you can see the ocean whenever you please." I'm just gonna ignore how hearing you say 'please' just made me feel. "Have you gone in yet?" You ask, taking small nibbles of your sub.

"Not yet," he replies, "I haven't had the opportunity." Pal, it's California, the whole state is an opportunity to get in the ocean. "You said you work nearby?" He changes the subject, turning his head to look at you as you're mid-bite. It'd be weird to offer him some. Do NOT offer him some. You slowly hold the sub out to him, which he politely declines. "I work at the library down the street, the one with the flamingo statue out front." You love that flamingo statue, you'd named him Jacques. "What about you? What do you do?" Ok, why does he suddenly look like I just asked why his basement is locked? "I am.." he seems to be trying to think of the words, "in between jobs, at the moment." You nod and continue eating, a silence filling the space between you two as you stare out at the water. You slyly eye him in profile, taking the moment to actually look at him. You hadn't been exaggerating when you said he was hot, but now you notice just how pretty he actually is, all of the little details you'd overlooked the previous times you'd met. You had noticed how full his lips were, but not how pink, how mysterious his eyes were, but not how soft his gaze was, and certainly not the little specks of silver in his hair and trimmed mustache. God, he's like, seriously beautiful.

He catches you staring before you have time to look away, eyes boring into yours as you feel your cheeks start to burn, "Sorry," you mumble with a laugh, fiddling with the sandwich wrapper, "I was, um…" he smiles as you fumble for an explanation. "No, no there's no way to spin that, is there?" Good naturedly shaking his head, he stands up and faces you. "Perhaps I will stop by the library sometime, if that would be alright?" Did I fall asleep? Have I been dreaming this whole time? Did Delores finally snap and murder me for my incessant perfectionism and now I'm in heaven? "If not," he continues when you don't reply, "that is fine, I understand." NO! "No! That's not it," please don't screw this up for yourself, "I was just…"

"Staring." He says it matter of factly, kinda smug about it, too. Huh, add that to my growing list of turn ons. "Yeah," you admit defeatedly, "that I was." Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out one of those little pencils that were always on side tables in motels, are they called golf pencils? and a folded up scrap of paper. He tears off a section and hands it and the pencil to you, which you take with a heavy look of confusion. "Cool...thank..thank you.." Is this like...penguins gifting rocks? Is it a Russian thing? Is this a dowry? He chuckles before crossing his arms over his chest, fixing you with those piercing blue eyes, "How am I supposed to call and ask you on a date if I do not have your number?" Oh. "Oh."

Sylvia is not gonna believe this.

Authors Note: I'm sorry the chapters aren't very long but I hope y'all are enjoying the story so far! Feedback and Reblogs are very much appreciated!

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Title: Stay

Chapter: 6/6

Pairing: Ezra x f!Reader, Ezra x you (Reader is addressed by 'you' or nickname)

Rating: 18+, smut in chapter 6 (this one! Chapter content below the cut.)

Fic Content: Situationship to romance, soft Ezra, intimacy, loss of limb (non-explicit), canon compliant

Summary: When you've almost given up waiting for him, a certain prospector returns to the Pug to call in a favor...

Ao3: complete fic

《 chapter 5

Chapter VI

Time had inched forward so agonizingly slow when Ezra had been fully out of commission and you had been in fear of his life. Now, that his impending departure lurks upon, it gains momentum.

Chapter content: Smut begins with three stars (***) and ends with three stars (***). Oral (f & m receiving), PiV sex (unprotected except for not mentioned contraceptive implant - this is fiction, please be responsible).

You learn that he's been checking the board on each trip to the library, mind set firmly on picking up whatever assignment meets his current skill - and as soon as feasible, much like you begrudgingly assumed.

Salvage of some unfortunate mining vessel it is, a mere a hop from the Pug, right out in the belt.

No survivors, just hauling in the wreckage and tow it back to port.

It sends a chill up your spine.

Not because you don't think him capable. Even though his stamina still isn't up to scratch, he'll pull through. Ezra always does, somehow.

This time, although, he's on his own again. You just hope his luck will stay faithful to him. Proficiency alone is seldom enough to carry you safely into and out of the Frontiers.

The latter makes it tremendously difficult to shake the ominous feeling that creeps into your chest whenever you imagine him leaving. A suggestion makes its home at the tip of your tongue. You could use someone to assist you in the shop. You could afford it, too, if you hang in and reel in a few more orders than usual.

But you can't bring yorself to ask him. Even though he's quite adept as an impromptu mechanic when it comes to the occasional tiny spacecraft propulsion hiccup, Ezra is not one to sit down and tinker away in some rickety repair shop when he can be out there, drifting.

So, as much as you dislike the mere thought of it, Ezra's departure is scheduled for the cycle after Cee's.

What is meant to be a decent chunk of time to mentally prepare yourself for the usual loneliness of your quarters blinks by in what feels like a tick. You barely get to see the girl before she's whisked away by the bright future waiting for her.

Goodbye's are admittedly awkward. How do you make one's farewell with someone you barely know and yet trust so profoundly. You hug her, wish her well and tell her to stop by whenever she feels the need to. That she's always welcome and that you'd be happy to have her around. Your own wistfulness mirrors in her expression when she thanks you and turns to Ezra. There's a brief silence in which both of them contemplate what might be appropriate given their mutual story. You quietly wonder what they regard each other as. Its not something they've ever truly spoken about. At least not in your presence.

Ezra holds out his left hand to her, breathes in to prattle away in means of dispelling the nagging quiet. But before he can get out a single syllable, he's enveloped in a hug as well and - after a blink of stunned rigidity, he returns it with a chuckle.

"Take care, little bird," he says and the softness of his voice quite possibly melts your heart. "Let me know you're doing well once you've settled in."

Not everything has to be labeled, you muse, as they step apart and you watch Ezra cover up a bout of unwelcome emotion in clearing his throat and a wide, proud smile.

*

Its strange to see your bedroom door cracked open, when you return home. The space beyond is empty except for your own few personal belongings strewn about. Cee has arranged all like she'd found it, almost as if it had never been occupied by anyone else at all.

Save fore one folded sheet of notebook paper amid your bed, neatly torn from the one Ezra had bought her.

You expect a letter. Maybe a thank you for the brief time she's been staying with you. Maybe something she needs to get off her chest.

You unfurl it, curious, and nearly snort at the sole two words that almost defiantly glare up at you from the center of the page.

'Tell him.'

Oh, if it was that easy.

"What's so funny, hm? Illuminate me." The rumble of Ezra's voice right at your ear makes the latter obsolete. Nosey as he's sneaky, the old scoundrel.

"Tell me what, my dear Patches?" He asks, curiosity certainly piqued, and you swallow, even consider a lie. But the gentle brush of his hand against the small of your back eradicates all capacity to come up with anything plausible.

Playing unfair, the notorious sweet-talker. You know he won't press if you remain adamantly silent or tell him to back off. He respects your boundaries, as much as you heed his.

You can already sense him withdraw when you reach a conclusion.

If he were to get lost again, if he were to... never return - much like you'd feared when he last left - you'd regret not ever having said anything. Not ever admitting how much you care about him. How desperately you miss him. How your heart soars with his smiles and flutters at his touch. Oh dratted dewsucker, out the airlock all misgivings!

Dropping the note you knead your own fingers, breath in and throw out into the open what aggrieves you.

"Stay."

The whispered word is leaves your lips before you can think better of it.

You know he won't. Can't.

This life doesn't allow what you yearn for, even in he wanted to.

But it does convey how you feel for him. Something you've never dared admitting, lest hidden within the occasional soft brush of your lips against his skin.

You hear him shift his weight from one foot to the other behind you, almost expect him to chuckle and ask you to quit pulling his leg.

He doesn't.

Instead his arm snakes around your waist, and takes your breath away as he pulls your back flush against his front. Your gaze settles on the tiny tattoo that adorns the skin between his thumb and forefinger. 'Target for your tender kisses,' he'd joked upon first showing it to you, 'Got a few more of these. Want me to show them to you?'

A blunt lie. You'd thoroughly searched every single inch of his skin. No more target tattoos. It hadn't kept you from scattering kisses across his body either way.

The cool tip of his nose nuzzles the side of your neck and you feel the need growing to kiss him all over again. Kevva knows how many more chances you'll be granted.

"As alluring as your offer is," he murmurs and presses a kiss to your pulse. "I fear I must decline."

You had expected nothing else from him. His rejection stings nonetheless as you close your eyes and tip your head back to rest it on his shoulder. Hadn't you vowed to keep your distance?

"I may be many things, but I ain't no mooch."

His warm breath feathers across the curve of your throat, raises goosebumps against all better judgement. You really shouldn't. The more you allow yourself, the fiercer his absence will ache.

"Can't just stay an' lounge about, my love. Lemme do my share."

The unfamiliar endearment takes you off-guard. Startled, you blink you eyes open, try to crane your head and look at him, but his arm remains firmly wrapped around your mid, keeps you from fully facing him.

"Ez-"

His fingers wander, slip beneath the hem of your shirt to skim across the softness below.

You thoughts tumble with his touch.

Him leaving will hurt either way, right? Why not make the most of the time being...

He waits, patiently, to carefully gauge your reaction, retreat if he sees fit. You're aware how much he's been longing for some affection beyond your care. You remember his gaze in the misted bathroom. The way he'd held you after fitful sleep. Now, that you feel him again, solid and warm and close, you're not quite sure why you denied him in the first place.

You settle your hand atop his, briefly interlace your fingers before you grasp the hem of your shirt and peel it off in one swift motion that separates you from him.

***

The remainder of fabric is quick to join and the more you shed, the more impatient you grow. Ezra follows suit, doesn't complain when you step in to unlatch the button of his fly with deft fingers.

He allows you to explore, trace the scar that adorns his stomach with gentle care and kiss his shoulder. He doesn't wear the arm you've made him. Not yet. His flesh is still sore, barely healed and therefore vulnerable. Practice with his new appendage is scattered through the cycles, breaks in-between essential to protect his battered skin and flesh. He observes you, almost reluctant, as you take him in and marvel his appearance, no less stunning than he's ever been. And you won't leave him time to ever doubt that. For the rest of the cycle, Ezra is yours.

You guide him to your bed until his caves graze the mattress and at your gentle push to his sternum, he sinks back onto your bed, stifles a hiss at the biting cold of the wall against his shoulders. You follow his motion, lean in to trail soft kisses along the side of his neck. It draws a pleasant sigh from his lips that in turn tilts yours into a smile against his skin. Straddling his lap, you breath him in, memorize the scent of his hair, the sensation of its softness against your cheek.

"Wanna help me clip these locks tonight?" he murmurs. At the face you pull, he chuckles. You like it the way it is. Dark and unruly, curling at its wispy tips. The bright blonde tuft at his forehead sticking out in an odd angle, accentuating his beautiful asymmetry.

You get his reasons. There's little time and opportunity for personal hygiene out in the void. But right now you don't want to think about it, about him out there, and instead focus on his touch.

His hand roams the expanse of your back, nails leaving flushed trails in their wake. He never fails to remember how much you love it, how it nearly makes you purr in bliss. Nimble fingers crawl up your spine to gently curl into the hair at base of your neck. Rendered speechless by the sensation, you let yourself be guided to meet his lips.

A low moan tears from his throat, breaks his fervent kiss, as you roll your hips against him. As much as you want to take it slow, savor each tick of his touch, your need for him flourishes faster than anticipated. You've missed him too desperately to limit yourself to gentle pecks and teasing touches.

"Eager," he quips but whatever sentence is to follow is lost to the delightful little gasp that escapes him as your sneaky hand trails along the inside of his thigh in a featherlight caress.

The surprise on his face morphs into the devilish little smirk that you adore.

"You're a menace," he chides and before you know it, he sits up straight and lifts a leg to tip you sideways with the momentum of his sudden move.

He topples over with you, braces his weight on his forearm before he collides.

Retaliation for your teasing isn't long in coming. He descends upon you, revels in your playful giggle at the prickle of his whiskers against your jaw.

A hint of his teeth grazes your chin, turns into sweet kisses on his journey down, down to the juncture of your shoulder and neck.

"Missed this," he whispers in between nips and licks that he ardently scatters across your collarbone.

Your fingers curl into his hair as he inches further down and nuzzles the softness of your breast, pours all his reverence into his loving ministrations. He's careful, less teeth, more tongue, very aware of your sensitivity. He knows exactly where to be rough or gentle with you, has learned the hills and valleys of your body like his own.

You watch the muscle in his arm flex with the strain of supporting his weight in the less than ideal position, but his determined expression remains unwavering, undeterred by his struggle, and utterly enticed by the way you squirm and rise to chase his touch. A whimper of his name spurs him on, stokes his blazing desire.

"I tried to recall this..." he murmurs as he mouths at your supple flesh, then kisses his way down your stomach as far as he gets before he needs to relocate.

He sits back on his haunches, uses the moment to admire you laid out bare in front of him. You have to resist the urge to reach out for him with greedy grabby hands, demanding for his closeness. Mustering patience you let him watch his fill and shiver as he leans in and strokes his thumb across each tiny dot, traces each and every scratch and faded scar to map out your body.

"Couldn't conjure up all this beauty for the life of me. Stars, you're ravishing."

You preen under his soft-spoken praise, feel the pleasant heat churn in your belly as you see him twitch at the hushed little whine that escapes you. You desperately want to touch him, crave to lick the bead of precum that pours from the velvet tip of his aching cock.

"Patience, love" he breathes as his gaze follows your yearning one.

"I've..." He breaks off and briefly closes his eyes to regather his thoughts. His confidence falters just for the fraction of a tick, before he regains his smirk and leans in to press a gentle kiss the side of your knee.

"I've found little time for pleasure ever since my departure for the Green. As much as I'd enjoy your lovin' ministrations, I fear I may embarrass myself."

"I don't care," you shoot back, "We've got half a cycle to do anything we want to. As often as we want to."

Your fierce resolve makes him chortle, amusement further crinkling the skin around his eyes. Kevva, he's beautiful.

"Covetous, are we?"

The curious tips of his fingers follow the soft skin along the inside of your thighs, halt just shy of your center. Gentle force spreads you out for him and the sight that unfurls beneath his watchful eyes draws a breathy sigh from his chest.

His intentions are evident, glint within the hungry gaze that devours you from a careful distance. The way he tilts his head makes your insides curl in anticipation.

But not yet.

You refuse to grant him all the fun.

"Kiss me?" you ask and his gaze returns to your most innocent, pleading eyes.

He considers your request, softly runs his tumb along the seam of your thigh. You shudder under his touch, but hold his gaze.

"How could I ever deny you a kiss?" He complies and leans back in to capture your lips. You might be playing the tiniest bit unfair, but the lack of his right arm to support is your chance to flip him over and pin his remaining hand to the pillow above his head.

A grumble vibrates through his chest and the sting of his teeth in your lower lip is retaliation. Not enough to truly hurt, but enough to file it away as mute complaint.

"Minx," he chides when you break away for air. He mirrors your grin. "Using my weakness for your advantage."

"Hush, Ez." You drop a peck to the tip of his nose. "You'll get what you want."

True to your word, you sit back and turn around above him. Ezra hums in satisfaction at the new angle, while you inch back into position. Bowing down and settling on your knees and elbows, you feel your heart pick up its pace when his warm breath feathers across your exposed folds.

"Gorgeous." Your hear him mutter ardently, feel the roughness of his stubble rub against your thigh. Your focus, however, lies on the prize of your little tussle. His breath hitches as you lean in to lap at the soft skin of his balls, drawn tight already with unveiled excitement.

In turn you feel his arm firmly wrap around your backside to haul you closer.

You comply, spread your knees a little wider to allow him access. You expect a kiss. A teasing featherlight touch. Not the sudden swipe of his broad tongue along your slit.

It throws you off balance, prompts a moan and a tremble that nearly sends you sprawling right onto his face. You can almost hear him grin, so damn pleased with himself, that menace of a man.

He continues his languid licking, puffs praises against your wet skin in between, until you're barely capable of thinking straight. Your fingers dig into the flesh of his butt and thigh while you pepper kisses and sweet little kitten licks across his shaft in return. Rubbing your cheek against him and nosing the coarse curls at the base of his cock earns you eager twitches and pleasant groans that rumble deep in his chest.

Its too much and just right all at once. Shaking against the relentless efforts of his deft tongue you up your own game and use one hand to grasp his length and pull back his skin to lap at the sensitive underside of his crown, before you envelop him whole in the soft heat beyond your lips.

His nails dig deep into the skin of your waist and he yelps and whimpers under your affection.

"S-slow down, love, I beg of you-" He grits out from behind and the taste of salt coats your tongue in his excitement. You suckle, let him writhe for a sweet little moment before you show some mercy and release him with in a leisurely lick from tip to taut skin at his base.

Slow is not what you need, however. Not at all.

And as much as you enjoy the pleasure that he offers, you yearn to see him unwind, feel him pulse deep within.

You find him blinking bemused as you twist and turn without so much as a word of warning.

"I wasn't done-"

His protest dies in his throat as you straddle his hips and lower yourself to glide your folds against his length. Ezra shudders, brows drawn tight together and eyes closed in mute pleasure and desperate restraint.

Oh stars, you've missed him. The way he winds up beneath you, fingers fisting frantically into your bedsheets. He's gorgeous in each and every way, his skin flushed and slick with the perspiration of his struggle. You repeat the motion, again and again, your clit caressed by the ridge of his crown.

You're already as close as him, the tingling tightness in your belly blazing with each pass of your folds across his velvet firmness.

You sigh his name and his eyes flutter open to watch you, entranced, as you grasp his cock, line him up and sink into his lap in one swift roll of your hips.

His solid heat pushes the air from your lungs in a blissful moan.

Your body melts into his, sinking forward onto his chest to chase his warmth, so full of him, shivering with each twitch of his length inside. You'd be content with this lasting, curled into his embrace, Ezra deep inside and all around you, wrapping you in his affection. But there's more.

You feel his thighs press against the back of yours as he firmly plants his feet onto the mattress to seek delightful friction.

Languid thrusts rock you against him and you cant your hips to meet each motion, bury your face into the crook of his neck. You can't help the wetness that drips onto his heated skin, part fruit of the pleasure he sparks, part missing him before he even takes off.

At your ear he sings your praises, fingers firmly tangling in your hair, tugging with gentle resolve.

"Look at me, love," he whispers, nearly pleads as you twitch around him. "Let me watch you fall apart."

How could you deny him?

You press one more kiss to his bared throat, relish the prickle of his patchy stubble, then raise enough to lock eyes with him. He looks sinfully ruined, almost whimpering at your vision and a particularly devastating roll of your hips to swallow him deep.

You kiss him, slow and deep, like each slide down his shaft and it winds you tight enough to shatter.

The pulse of his cock and the panted sigh of your name send you crashing over the edge.

You feel him watch, spellbound, as you arch your back above him, shuddering with the force of your height.

He follows right after, pulled along by your rapture. His groan tears through your blissful haze as you come down and you feel him throb and spill his seed within. A sensation you cherish more than your own peak. Eyes closed, you sink to your forearms and touch your forehead to his, fingers curling into his damp hair.

***

For once Ezra is rendered utterly silent as you flutter your eyes open to find him watching with such humble adoration, it urges you to hide. He doesn't let you huddle back against his neck, however, instead cradles your cheek in his hand and presses a gentle kiss to the bridge of your nose, to your cheekbone, to you lips.

"Had I been granted a life less turbulent..." he murmurs and nuzzles his nose against yours, "I would not bide a single breath ere I accept your proposition, my love."

There's no exaggeration to his admission. Not a hint of doubt in his gaze, his hushed voice.

You love him. All of him. The honesty and thoughtfulness reserved for all dear to him as much as his drive to wander the void, as fraught with threat as it may be.

"I know, Ez," you whisper back and nestle into his safe embrace.

Of one thing you're certain. No matter how far he strays and how long it may take him.

In the end, he finds his way back to you.

You've got half a cycle left to show him you'll be waiting. And you'll enjoy every last tick of it with him close....

...Ezra's late. Again.

You try not worry too much about it. Delay is no rare occurrence for the odd job snatched from the board.

After all, Ezra does hold true to his word, does no longer pilfer for assignments that carry him through half the system based solely on some half-baked hunch of hidden fortune.

You wonder what detains him this time, look forward to his murmured recount of events when you curl into his side to soak in his warmth for as long as you're allowed.

You don't know, yet, of the deposit that he has stumbled about quite unexpectedly. The rich lode of precious metal that permeates the nondescript asteroid right next to some drifting wreckage.

Little do you know that he's aimed homewards with a broad smile on his face and but one intent.

Stay.

[violet-amet]

If you want to do this thing https://www.tumblr.com/violet-amet/741270892700680192?source=share Betrayal, break- for Cat Mask, mistake- for any OC you'd like to ramble rn

Oh-hohohoho~! Thanks! I got some answers deffo for Cat, and Xio and Rick will be great for the last two. I've been missing those two quite a bit recently. heh~.

Cat (🐈) - House Hunted OC (I guess you could label her as my version of the You character, but I don't really see her that way anymore. She is Cat!)

[betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?]

Nah! She is pretty loyal, and kind of liked in my fanfics. I mean, sure, her first meeting with a certain man eating house was rather unpredictable, but she wasn't hurt by that, at least not emotionally, just very confused. Since then, things changed and she learned a lot. Still has a good heart. hehe~.

[break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?]

This one is juicy to me, because she has been through a lot in her thirty(?) years, dying and coming back to life given her immortality. She has some moments in my fanfic where she suffers from depression and the likes, but those are nothing compared to her painful deaths that she often suffers from.

The only person she really breaks down to, is the man eating house she lives in. When it all becomes too much for her, she'd rather not talk or deal with anyone, and self isolate, which doesn't always work out when the being you're living with may be very aware of their surroundings. In other words, no privacy.

It's a good thing though, because she'd needs someone to always be there for her, given how hard it is to deal with such difficult emotions and life. (Despite all my torture, she is truly my favorite for a lot of reasons, but most importantly, she never gives up, just tends to collapse, which is fine I think. She is stronger than she thinks, and I love her a lot for being a little different from the norm for me.)

Xio + Rick - Original characters from my original story, which was inspired by roleplay I've had in the past. (I too love them for their character growth and more.)

[mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask? + a little bit of mistake.]

Xio, no. She is an open book, and has often expressed her troubles with Rick, who is a father figure to her after saving her from near death in the past.

Rick, however, does. He carries a lot of guilt for experimenting on Xio in the past, and is thankful that she came out better for it, than turning into an Abomination, which are mutated humans. He'd rather not show it in front of her, and instead be stoic and aloof, especially in front of the people who they have to work for to exterminate the Abominations. But inside, he is a very heartbroken, guilt ridden man, who just wants to give up.

Because of how deep he was in his work before, being a doctor and all and dealing with a horrible experiment, his ex wife divorced him and took their kids. It got worse when the experiment got exposed, which is fine by him since he helped with that, but it made his ex wife despise him for being a monster of a doctor, and it did lead to a lot of deaths. At least she had left long before it got worst, so she is still very much alive, and thriving with her family.

Now, all Rick is trying to do, is kill as many Abominations as possible, even though it doesn't erase the guilt he feels, because the one person he was able to save, now is caught up in it, and works with him on that. But despite how much he tries to cover it up, Xio knows and understands that he is incredibly hurt by his actions. She carries some guilt too, but not as bad as Rick. It's with her that he can sometimes drop that facade of being aloof and strong, and just becomes his true, guilt ridden self.

[mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?]

Okay, so I already explained that one of Rick's biggest mistake is that he was apart of a large experiment, but let me dive a bit more into that. He was a skilled and reliable doctor, but it was because of that that he was dragged into the project. He couldn't get out of it without a lot of collateral damage in the process.

Basically, he was forced to do it, until he couldn't handle it any more, and blew the whistle pretty much about the experiment with many other doctors, though it was at the risk of their lives.

Now, that's fine and all with Rick, and to sum it up, he hasn't been able to move on or fix it, so he is much pretty much stuck on that for the rest of his life.

But Xio herself... Well, while it's much smaller in comparison, Xio did run away from her family at 19, because she suffered from a bad breakup through finding out she was being cheated on. And since Rick was in town, she decided to tag along by sneaking into his car.

Unfortunately, she'd soon be caught up in being attacked by an Abomination, and got extremely hurt, but not killed thanks to the fact that the experiment she'd went through basically made her body nearly indestructible, in the way that she can heal very quickly from bad injuries, and not get sick and the likes. (Despite all that, she still wears glasses! ha!)

That said, because she got involved, and was already involved with the experiment, the big corp who keeps Rick chained up and working, also had her chained up and working as well, knowing that she was Rick's patient. She couldn't outright tell her family that that happened, despite them knowing what had happened to her before, but she did say she will come back to them from time to time, because she found good work.

And she did! But she does feel guilty for doing something so stupid, because she was too emotional. Her family worries about her everyday, but despite how they feel, they are able to trust Rick enough for them to be all right with it. But, it doesn't mean she is that safe.

Xio may be able to heal quickly, but that doesn't mean she is immortal. That said, she is surprisingly strong not in the physical sense, but emotional and mentally. Eventually, she'd have her own family, through adopting and marriage, and she'd go back to moving closer to her relatives after dealing with "A Lot". haha~!

I hope I explained myself well. Truth be told, Xio and Rick were made during a time I was roleplaying over ten years ago, so their story isn't that great, but I still love them. Their stories and themes were inspired a lot by Resident Evil, funny enough, which is obvious I imagine. But they were fun to write about, despite how flawed it is. There is something fun to explore about them, and some body horror stuff in their stories.

Cat is also fun, despite all the horrible stuff I make her go through. She truly does mean a lot to me, in the way of growth as a person, and I hope to go back to her stories, and the fanfic, when I can handle my writer's block better.

There is something I want to write about with her, that I wish to continue to explore, and be happy with!

Anyway, thanks, Nyoxt! I've rambled on quite a bit! haha~!