#i am still so in love with this madison you have no idea

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙make you mine | CL16 LN4 ˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader y/n (she/her) x lando norris

genre: social media au, polyamorous relationship

warnings: just polyamory & fluff

summary: in which you never censor yourself online but your boys wouldn't change you for the world

a/n: i luv the polyamory reqs lollll

request!!!: I've been obsessed with Charlando recently so I was wondering if you could maybe write a smau for them with singer!reader, I don't have a plot other than the fact that they are dating someone like Renée Rap with zero PR training, can you imagine the chaos

fc: madison beer

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landonorris you're telling me

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user3 still not used to u dating her

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user4 charlando looking after y/n <3

charles_leclerc only if we feed her 🤔

landonorris well..... true

user5 yummm pancakes

francisca.cgomes i miss her

landonorris i told her and she literally squealed at the mention of your name..

francisca.cgomes heheheee that's my girl

landonorris and here we were, thinking she was ours

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user6 omg

user7 i am no better than a man

user8 what have they done this time

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landonorris baby please we said sorry it was an accident

charles_leclerc ma belle please we're begging

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charles_leclerc she's with YOU?

landonorris return her to us this instant

francisca.cgomes idk what you're talking about 🤷‍♀️

user9 make em squirm

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yourusername the boys forgot about me but she never would

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yourusername stop im blushing....

landonorris stop flirting where we can see it charles is distraught

yourusername so was i when i realised you'd both forgotten to include me in your travel plans

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user12 the most beautiful wags by far

pierregasly go away back to monaco and free my girlfriend

yourusername YOUR girlfriend? huhhh i know you aint talking about my girl kika

pierregasly @.landonorris @.charles_leclerc please make her forgive you so i can live in peace

charles_leclerc you don't think we're trying 😢

francisca.cgomes try harder 😋 (or dont) (i love having her around)

user13 LOL y/n always brings the chaos to social media 😭

user14 i just know lando & charles' PR team are tired

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lilyzneimer deserved

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yourusername 😘 perhaps true

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user16 i know this was charles' idea

charles_leclerc 📍 monaco

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charles_leclerc time to get serious for the home race

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user19 she gets it

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charles_leclerc my heart isnt in it, dont worry

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francisca.cgomes they bored you into becoming an impromptu artiste?

yourusername pretty much 😂 lily said the same thing

francisca.cgomes ok good cause me too. On my way!

user21 trust y/n to supply us with the charlando content 😻

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user32 the hand drawn hearts is too cute

user33 y/n is the luckiest girl in the world

user34 giggling and kicking my feet over them

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charles_leclerc crazy in loveee 😎😎😎

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user35 the red and orange hearts😭😭😭

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charles_leclerc my honeys 🍯

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landonorris i love you

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[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

Showed Me (How I Fell In Love With You)

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summary: dean helps you up your flirting game, but there’s really only one set of eyes you want on you.

paring: dean winchester x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 2.7k

warnings: language, implied sex/nudity, strands of hair falls on reader’s face

author’s note: you probably already know this but sideblogs (like this one) can now answer comments!! super excited about this update and fingers crossed the next one is for sending asks lol 🤞💞

music: showed me (how i fell in love with you) by madison beer — i was listening to this song and kept imagining dean, idk

Dean always had incredible luck with women. He could go into a bar crowded with guys and walk out with the only woman—the bartender who’d been dodging men all night.

You, on the other hand, could go into that same bar and end up going back to the motel alone. It bothered you; what in the hell were you doing wrong?

So, you did the unthinkable—you asked Dean to help you get better at flirting.

That’s how you ended up here at the bar with Dean; he was showing you how to play pool. You had protested the idea of him “teaching you” something you already knew, but he claimed it was important.

“You’re standing wrong,” he told you when you were about to break.

“Uh, no I’m not?”

“If you’re trying to win the game, you’re doing great. If you’re trying to get your opponent to fuck you, you’re failing miserably.”

“Thanks,” you grumbled.

“Hey, you were the one who asked me for help!” He shrugged. “If you want to back out now-”

“No, I don’t want to back out,” you sighed. “I’m fucking desperate at this point.”

“So, are you gonna do what I say, then?” he asked, folding his arms over his chest.

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “How am I supposed to stand?”

He walked up behind you and put his hands on your hips.

“Stick your butt out a little,” he instructed and you did as he asked. “Alright, now when you bend over,” he moved his hands up and forward, resting them on your lower chest, “you’ll want to point your breasts in the direction of the person you want to attract.”

“What if he’s standing behind me?” you asked.

“Then his eyes are gonna be glued to your ass,” he replied, not getting the message. “If he’s standing behind you then focus more on the actual game, and less on where you’re pointing your boobs. Trust me, though, if he’s standing in front of you, he’s gonna be trying to see down your shirt, now…” he walked back around to the other side of the table. “Bend over, and before you hit the ball, make eye contact with him.”

“Okay…” You bent down and lined up your shot before looking up and into Dean’s eyes.

“Perfect! If you look at him kinda like through your eyelashes, there’s exactly one thing that’s suddenly stuck front and center in his mind.”

“And this works on…all guys?” you asked, still looking at him through your lashes.

“If he was standing where I am and didn’t want to fuck you, he’s either related to you or just not into chicks.”

“Good to know,” you mumbled, mostly to yourself. You were about to start the game but a few strands of hair fell on your face.

“Don’t move,” Dean said before he hurried back to where he had been before and tucked the hair behind your ear for you. “Now, since he’s already thinking about that one thing, is that something you want him to think about even more?”

“Um, yeah,” you said quietly.

“Alright, pout your lips,” he instructed. He moved his hand down from your ear and tugged your lip out a bit. “Perfect, that’s gonna draw his attention to your lips.”

“So, now I start actually playing the game?” you asked, not sure if he had any more pointers for you.

“If you want. Or we can go over to the bar where there are three different guys that have been eyeing you the past ten minutes.”

“Really?” you stood up straight, whipping your head around. You saw the guys he was talking about and they all quickly looked down at the drinks in front of them. “Let’s go to the bar, then.”

“So, now that you know all those guys are interested,” Dean said as you both took your seats at the bar, several stools away from the other people already there, “you need to pick one.”

“Isn’t that the easy part?” you laughed a little.

“Oh no, most guys are monsters.” Dean shook his head, motioning the bartender over with his hand. “What’re you drinking?” he asked, looking at you.

“Just a beer’s fine,” you said, a little confused. Usually when you, Sam, and Dean went out drinking you each ordered your own drinks. Dean took initiative and ordered two beers. “And I know before taking someone back to my room I have to do the usual tests; holy water, iron, and silver.”

“Not those kinda monsters, sweetheart,” Dean said. “The guy on the far right has a little motor home keychain attached to his keys. Given the fact there’s a dilapidated RV parked outside that looks like a serial killer’s lair, I’d say he’s a creep.”

“Well, what about the guy in the middle?” you asked.

“I heard him talking with someone on the phone in the bathroom earlier about the fact his ex-girlfriend doesn’t know she got the clap from him.”

“Dear lord,” you groaned, making a disgusted face. “What’s wrong with the guy on the left?”

“Well, uh…” Dean started, looking at the man you were talking about and trying to find something wrong with him. “Nothing. If he comes over here, I’d say it’s worth a shot.”

“Shouldn’t I go and talk to him?” you asked.

“Oh no! No, no, no! Bar like this, pretty girl like you; he’ll think you’re a hooker.”

“Oh.”

“I mean, unless you wanna make a couple hundred bucks tonight?” he teased, earning a smack to his upper arm. “I’ll take that as a no,” he laughed.

“I’d make at least four-hundred,” you scoffed.

“Look, you’re cute and sweet and guys tend to turn their heads when you walk by them. Now, for your next lesson, take a look around the bar and tell me how many women you see.”

You looked around, counting in your head. “Five, including me and the bartender,” you said.

“And how many guys?”

“I’d say like twenty at least?” you estimated.

“Exactly,” he said. “See, at least half of those guys have their eyes on you. When we were playing pool earlier I guarantee you they’d have done anything to be where I was.”

“So…what’s your point?”

“You’re way above any of these guys’ leagues.” He shrugged. “Which is okay, but you need to know that you’re too good for them, just a fact. They’re spending their Wednesday night in a bar looking for a hookup, you came here to get a drink with your friend. So, like I said, you are in fact way out of their leagues.”

“You really think so?”

“Please tell me you’re joking,” he laughed a little then looked at you and realized you were serious. “Oh dear god, yes! Not only are you fucking gorgeous, you’re smart, funny and a total badass! I mean you killed two vampires this morning!”

“Thanks, Dean.” You smiled.

“Of course,” he replied. “Now, before we head back to the motel is there anything else? You know how to kiss someone, right?”

“Ha, ha!” You smiled sarcastically. “I know how to kiss, Dean. But, I actually do have a question.”

“Shoot!”

“What about…the friend zone?”

“You wanna know how to friend zone a guy?” He furrowed his brows.

“No, how do I get out of the friend zone?”

“Oh.” He nodded. “That’s, um, I’m actually not sure. And I didn’t think you had friends?”

“Again, very funny Dean,” you laughed somewhat sarcastically. “What if I’m good friends with a guy and I really like him, but I’m scared to tell him because I don’t want to lose the friendship?”

“Look, Sam loves you but he doesn’t see you…that way,” he said.

“It’s not Sam, dumbass,” you said. “I have plenty of friends! And there’s this one friend, who’s a guy that I really like. I don’t think he feels the same way, but it’s driving me absolutely crazy that I can’t just tell him.”

“I, uh, I don’t know. I mean, I always think the guy has more to lose if that situation goes south, cause he’ll always be attracted to the girl but she might…get bored with him.”

“But what if the guy doesn’t like me back? What if I tell him and he says ‘gross, you’re like a sister to me’?”

“If he does see you as a sister, he’s not gonna say ‘gross’ when you tell him how you feel?”

“How do you know?”

“Cause I know Sam and he’d be lucky to have a girl like you.”

“It’s not Sam, you moron!” you exclaimed, a little louder than intended.

“…Garth?”

“What if the guy I really like is also really dumb?” you asked.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say Garth is dumb…”

“Oh my god,” you groaned. “Yeah, never mind.” You put your face in your hands for a moment before starting to drink the beer Dean had ordered for you. He watched you with furrowed brows and it felt like an eternity (really it was about sixty seconds) before he suddenly broke the silence.

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed. “Is it…me?”

“I’m sorry,” you said, looking over at him. “I didn’t plan on letting that slip tonight, I swear.”

“But, it is me? You like me?” Dean asked, you nodded. “Oh my fucking god!”

You couldn’t tell if he was happy and you were beginning to really worry.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly. You turned on your chair to leave but he gripped your upper arm and kept you in place.

“No, don’t—fuck! I feel like I just won the fucking lottery and I just need a second to catch up.”

“Wait, you’re happy? You…You like me too?”

“Oh yeah,” he nodded, “I may be stupid but I’m not an idiot.”

“Well…” you teased.

He rolled his eyes, still smiling; “Just let me kiss you, already,” Dean muttered. He put his hands on your cheeks, stood up off his chair, leaned toward you, and kissed you deeply. His hands moved to your shoulders then down to your lower back as you put your hands on his cheeks.

“Wait,” you mumbled, pulling back slightly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, you’re incredible! I’m just now realizing how many creepy guys are staring at me.”

“Told ya,” he said, taking a look around the bar.

“Could we, maybe…head to your motel room?” you asked somewhat nervously.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Hundred percent.” You nodded vigorously, looking at his lips then up and into his bright green eyes. “Unless…you don’t want to?”

“Oh I definitely want to, I’ve wanted to since Sam and I picked you up after he left Stanford,” he said.

“And you didn’t say anything? Dean, it’s been like ten years?” You furrowed your brows then noticed he actually seemed a little embarrassed. “For the record, I’ve wanted to kiss you for about twelve.” His eyes widened.

“What? Wow, I guess we’re both a little stupid,” he laughed a little before leaning in for another kiss.

“Excuse me, Winchester?” You quirked a brow, looking at him.

“I mean, you’re smart, so smart,” he rambled a little. “And sexy, so fucking sexy.” He kissed you and you kissed him back, smiling against his mouth. “Let’s get the hell outta here, sweetheart.”

“Mmh, just another minute,” you mumbled, not wanting to stop kissing him.

He pulled away after a moment, both of you smiling.

“My god you’re beautiful.” He smiled, putting a hand on your cheek.

You hopped off the stool but stayed looking into his eyes; “You’re so fuckin’ hot, Dean Winchester,” you mumbled and kissed him again, pulling him down by the collar of his jacket.

He pulled out his wallet and was about to pay for both drinks but you stopped him.

“What’s wrong?”

“If you pay for my drink then this would count as our first date,” you said.

“Huh, I didn’t think of it like that,” he replied. “Alright, we each pay for our own drinks.”

“Exactly.” You nodded and took out your own wallet, each of you leaving a ten on the counter. “Now, shall we go to your motel room?”

“I’m sharing a room with Sammy,” he said.

“My motel room it is.” You pulled him down again and kissed him.

“Lead the way.”

**

You woke up to the sound of Dean snoring lightly behind you and a smile formed on your lips as you recalled what had happened only a few hours ago. You felt Dean’s arm snake around your waist and he pulled you closer to him.

You assumed he was awake now and you turned to kiss him but he was actually still snoring. The thought that he wanted you closer to him even when he was sleeping made your smile deepen.

A wave of calmness washed over you, followed by an unnerving idea; how serious was Dean when he said he liked you?

Did he think this was a one-and-done situation? Were he and Sam just gonna drive off in that beautiful Impala and leave you to start hunting alone?

You hadn’t hunted alone since re-connecting with the Winchesters back in ‘05. Before that you’d been hunting alone or with Dean while Sam was in college. Before that you’d hunted with your dad, who occasionally worked with John.

You honestly didn’t really remember the first time you met Dean. You were both just kids and you blocked out a lot of your childhood due to the fact you’d been hunting your whole life. (It was actually a similar story to Dean’s—after a monster killed your mom, your dad became obsessed with hunting and seemed to forget he was a father with a four-year-old in the back seat of his pickup truck.)

What you did remember was the first time hunting alone with Dean. You were twenty-two and (finally) not hunting with your dad when you ran into Dean who was also hunting alone. He had recently had some kind of falling out with Sam, who had been at Stanford a couple years already. You remembered how Dean reacted to the fact you were hunting alone.

He was genuinely worried for your safety and insisted he hunt with you for a while. You took him up on the offer and spent a couple months together before parting ways but still staying in touch.

You were drawn back to the present when Dean let out a breath of air as he stirred awake.

“Good morning,” he mumbled, a smile on his full lips when he opened his eyes. He sat up on his elbow and tilted your chin up with his finger. “My god, how are you so beautiful?” You giggled a little before he bent down and kissed you.

He sat up further and slipped an arm under you, bringing you to the center of the bed. He caged you beneath him by putting his hands on either side of you as your hands went into his already ruffled hair. You brought him back down and kissed him again, his left hand moving again and trailing down your side, bringing your bare thigh up to graze his own.

You could tell where things were going so you stopped him, “Dean.”

“Y/n,” he mumbled back.

“Dean, wait,” you said quietly.

“What is it?” he asked, looking down at you.

“How, um, how serious is this?” you asked.

“What?” He furrowed his brows a little.

“Is this a one-night thing?”

“Oh,” he realized. “Um, it can be, if that’s what you want.”

“Is that…what you want?” you asked.

He looked into your eyes and slowly shook his head negatively, your smile returning to your flushed face.

“I was kinda thinking this would be at least a two-night thing,” he said, showing off his adorable smirk and making you roll your eyes a little. He bent down and kissed you. “Maybe a three-night thing.”

“A four-night thing?” you teased.

“I think you’re gonna be stuck with me for a lot longer than that, sweetheart,” he mumbled into your mouth.

“You really think?” you asked, smiling.

“Hate to break it to you, but I’m kinda in love with you.” He stopped kissing you, realizing what he said. “I, uh, I mean, not—fuck, I really am. I’m sorry.”

“Dean,” you interrupted his spiraling, “I’m kinda in love with you too.”

“Oh thank goodness,” he whispered and kissed you again.

[twobluejeans]

HEARTBREAK ON TOUR!

charles leclerc x famous!reader

summary: in which the lavender haze has been lifted. or in which america’s it couple splits.

part 6: reckless, part 5: relevancy, part 4: emo ponytail girl, part 3: dupeee, part 2:wtf does ET know?, part 1: don’t start

faceclaim: madison beer

ally’s radio 📻: PART 6! #juticefory/n . shoutout to the anon who inspired this chapter, u helped sm and gave me further ideas💌. a lot of tswift references 🫶

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f1updates carlos recently in an interview in which y/n and charles got brought up

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sainzpodium this is why carlos is the better ferrari driver

lewishsystem “loyal and trust are crucial in any relationship” wym by that 🤨

hereforicciardo the way carlos didn’t even interact with charles today in the paddock before and after the race

lewisfever lewisystem “it’s hard to ignore certain actions and how they reflect on a person’s character” the way he’s confirming the rumors bro 😭

russeliclassy lewisfever what rumors?

lewisfever russeliclassy charles cheated

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billieeilish already crying

dojacatstreetsera the devil works hard, but y/n l/n world harder

landonorris song’s mid (i’ve listened to it 3 times so far and have sobbed uncontrollably🥲)

yourinstagram landonorris weak (i broke down mid-recording session)

barbiey/n no i cant i’m not ready

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yourinstagram thank you dearly to everyone who helped bring this video and this wild idea of mine to life... petracollins i truly could never have done this without you & to the rest of the amazing crew who worked 3 very long days & then a very long week... thank you, from the bottom of my heart. i also want to thank lando, who photographed these amazing photos awhile back when we were in manchester. landonorris i love u. reckless, both single & mv, out now everywhere 🤍 🏹

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beyonce So beautiful ❤️

aliensuperstary/n beyoncé ADAM SANDLER?? WHAT R U DOING HERE😭

tchalamet proud of you ma chérie

yourinstagram tchalamet hi thank you i love u i miss u

onlychalamet tchalamet yourinstagram i love their friendship sm

salmahayek nunca dejas de sorprenderme. Estoy tan orgullosa de ti y tan feliz y emocionada de verte prevalecer a través de todo🫶🫶🩷🩷

see translation? salmahayek: You never cease to amaze me. I am so proud of you and so happy and excited to see you prevail through it all.

yourinstagram salmahayek muchas gracias tus palabras siempre significan el mundo para mí. te amo y te extraño mucho. ¡No puedo esperar a verte a ti y a Valentina pronto!

see translation? yourinstagram: thank u so much. your words always mean the world to me. i love you and miss you dearly. cant wait to see you and valentina soon!

90sbabyy/n salmahayek yourinstagram why am i just finding out salma is y/n’s godmother? hello what

bellahadid i love. so happy to see u turned ur pain n hurt into something so beautiful ... only heard some of it and already know it's so special. ok. enough of that. i feel like i've typed more than i needed to. love u! proud of u!

yourinstagram bellahadid u bitch why would u type this? now i'm crying in the middle of a re-run of narcos

danielricciardo yourinstagram you said u we’re gonna wait till i got to italy to watch it with me…

yourinstagram danielriccicardo ….oops?

landonorris danielricciardo you see me personally, i wouldn’t let that slide 🤷

danielricciardo yourinstagram #fake #donthmu #streaks #realonesknow

classynorris y/n and lando teaching daniel gen z slang gotta be the funniest thing ever

landonorris classynorris i actually regret it so bad

yourinstagram classynorris biggest mistake ever. he won’t stop saying bombastic side eye. free us

danielricciardo landonorris yourinstagram L + ratio + bozo

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INSTAGRAM STORIES , july 15

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[onlyangel4]

today was a fairytale. op81. smau.

oscar piastri x girlfriend!reader

in which oscar wants to make sure he gives his girlfriend of four years a fairytale proposal

warnings: cursing.

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written: she just beat me on an arcade driving game, i don't think i can show my face at work anymore

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oscarpiastri: trust me i hate the game and love the player

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written: bali here we come

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written: we just landed and she has no idea💍

danielricciardo replied to your story: oh my god you are proposing !

oscarpiastri: indeed i am

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oscarpiastri: i would say do you think i'm an idiot but the ring was just resting in the top of my backpack

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written: view for the week

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written: pretty girl

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written: this was the best pasta i have ever eaten

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written: she thinks i just arranged a breakfast horseback ride, she has no idea she is about to be proposed to

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written: the easiest yes of my life

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oscarpiastri: the love of my life said yes! y/n i can't wait to spend forever with you

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y/ninsta: i still can't believe you managed to pull off this surprise

oscarpiastri: i did have some help

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oscarpiastri: he is very proud of himself

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[puppetmaster13u]

So I am rotating the batfamily, but not like, civilian or vigilante. I am slowly rotating them all having a Malone-sona of sorts that is their in to organized crime.

Like you can't tell me people wouldn't start noticing this family that the bats, the literal cryptids and monsters of Gotham, don't even touch and lets continue to operate despite taking the older crime families apart.

And to Gotham that screams power.

Alfred = Albert “Old Al” Malone I wanna say that he doesn't go out as 'Old Al' often, but gives off Godfather sort of vibes. Usually sitting there with an old cane (that definitely has a sword, they're all dramatic like that lol) half in the dark with a cup of tea or other drink. He gets to stretch his acting skills and honestly the kids definitely had a say in the persona. Old Al is something they all made together and they have fun implying so much fun shit.

Kate = Mary “Madam” Malone She definitely gives off 'snap your spine over her knee if not for the fact it would get your blood all over her clothes' vibes. Stylized nails, hair up in fishtail braids or ponytails or whatever, looks like she could tear out ones throat and they'd thank her. It's a running gag that she's in finances, even if no one in the underbelly believes it.

Bruce = “Matches” Malone I mean, it's classic Matches (though most probably assume that Matches isn't his real name) who seems rather chill until someone breaks the rules. Gives off vibes that he doesn't usually get his own hands dirty but will do so to make a point, and enjoy doing it. He sometimes uses Matches to check in on places he can't as a shadowy cryptid, and it's not like the lower income areas would fully trust Brucie Wayne.

Barbara = Madison “Maddie” Malone Now let's be honest, Barbara enjoys messing with people, she enjoys knowing every little thing as Oracle, and she definitely does that as Maddie. The thing is, no one knows how she learns about things, other criminals search for a traitor, for a leak, for anything, and get nothing. Which is utterly terrifying. Because there has to be some sort of information network, there has to be. And somehow they're so good that they're indistinguishable to any others.

Dick = Micheal “Mikey” Malone Honestly Dick uses this chance to get into a bunch of fights just for fun. Flirts a bit more freely but doesn't really have an interest in actually getting with someone. Just has funs and is known for throwing his own parties that usually end in free-for-all brawls. He absolutely loves being able to have parties that are the opposite of galas he's usually dragged into.

Cass = Molly Malone She's quiet and graceful, but she takes it to unnerving levels as Molly. Looks slim but carries guns on her at all time to better differentiate between Cassandra Wayne, Black Bat, and Molly Malone. Everyone knows if you need a weapon, guns, meelee, whatever, she's the one you go to. Gotham help you if you cross her though.

Jason = Peter “Petey” Malone Where Molly Malone goes, everyone knows Petey will be there as well. Jason absolutely adores the time he gets to do so, it's his turn to be silent and dramatic. Everyone can recognize the jagged scar over his neck, they can recognize it from corpses the Bats have gotten their talons on. Honestly he's delighted in being able to be Cass' enforcer of sorts and just have a good fight. Even if he complains about how making his Malone mute makes it where he can't quote Shakespeare like he wants to.

Steph = “Mia” Malone Ah yes, the explosive Malone. The one who has more arson charges than Firefly. Or at least she would if she was caught, but the entire Underbelly knows it was her. Steph is living her best life being able to pull all sorts of pranks and crazy shit and takes several ideas from Harley. Honestly she probably smells like gasoline or smoke all the time, and definitely put glitter in her hair. Maybe even has red hair as a Malone as well.

Tim = Alvin “Al” Malone He still goes by Alvin Draper too, which results in half the underbelly thinking that Draper is his middle name. Honestly he's having the best time, everyone knows to come to him for forgeries and less than legal identities, which he loves to create. I mean just look at how many new identities he creates for himself alone. He enjoys this type of thing, and hey, it's so easy to keep track of whose identity is fake when you're the one who made them. Plus it also lets him do good for those on the run for good reasons, a way to make sure people are safe.

Duke = Dennis “Denny” Malone Everyone knows Denny was adopted, but y'know what, I bet they don't care. And you know Duke is utterly insane, like jump off a bridge to escape the cops and create the We are Robin gang insane. And he gets to play that up as Denny. He will put forth the most batshit ideas and actually pull them off. I bet he uses his future-sight to cheat at different games and pool tables and all sorts of things, but no one can ever prove it. Because there is no proof, and the other people playing just has to deal with it.

Damian = “Mini M” Malone The little baby of the family, who everyone knows the older Malones absolutely dote over. This is his chance to act like an actual child, just with a hint of art theft. Hey, it wasn't like they got it legally either, so it's free game, especially if they weren't taking proper care of the art or a pet. He's just pleased to get to have even more pets, and that Goliath his demon dragon-bat gets to go on walkies.

Jarro = Jadan “Lil J” Malone Now Jarro is delighted to have a third mech, and is even more delighted for people to believe Damian (or technically M jr) and him are twins. Gives off someone is going to die- of fun with Mini M, and honestly enjoys being able to use his natural telepathy to be a small horror movie child that knows too much. Like will stare up at someone with wide eyes covered in blood and the others in Gotham's underbelly still aren't sure if the blood was his or someone elses. (it was neither)

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Honestly I might write a oneshot or something for the Cryptid Batfam focusing on just them as the Malones family.

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Shine Bright

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Star!Reader

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: fluff, angst, being kidnapped and almost killed, but then fluff again

Summary: Hydra wants to reign eternally, and the best way to do that is to eat a falling star's heart. They knock you out of orbit but didn't expect the Avengers to find you first.

Squares Filled: stars (2021) for @buckybarnesbingo

Author’s Note: This takes place during or after FATWS, but I've made John evil, and everyone who died post-Endgame is alive and well.

I am absolutely in love with the movie "Stardust", so I decided to base this story on that! The picture down below DOES NOT represent the reader at all, I just wanted to showcase the movie.

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The sky above is still and peaceful. There isn’t a cloud in sight that allows visibility to whoever looks up at it. John Walker looks through the telescope and positions it on the star Hydra is targeting. If he wasn’t on a mission right now, he’d appreciate the stars shining brightly for their human audience.

“John, is everything in position?”

“On my end. What about yours?”

John looks at his coworker who is in charge of the missile they plan on using for this mission. The man tweaks the numbers and aligns them with the correct star.

“We’re ready.”

All eyes turn to Valentina Allegra de Fontaine. She is in charge of this whole operation under the assumption this is for the CIA. She sits at the large desk in the middle of the room, leans back, and rests her hands in her lap.

“Fire away, gentlemen.”

John and his coworker turn the machine on and launch the missile at the star. John rushes over to the telescope and watches as it flies into the sky, breaks off into tiny pieces, and zooms straight into the heart of the star. Instead of blowing it up like most missiles do, it knocks the star off its orbit and sends it straight down to Earth. Whatever John is seeing through the telescope, everyone can see on the monitors in the room so that Valentina can see what’s going on.

Everyone watches it fall straight to Earth to a place they don’t know. They can’t predict the crash site for something as big as a star but it won’t be hard to track it down. Once they figure out where it is, they’ll have so much fun dissecting it for what they truly need it for.

It was Tony’s idea that the entire team kick back and relax after a hard working week. Sam and Wanda brought out the board games that can account for a lot of people since everyone lives at the compound. The only one not here is Thor but that’s because he has duties to complete on Asgard.

“Okay, this time, don’t cheat,” Tony says to Sam.

“Hey, that was one time and I was trying to get Steve.”

The game they’re playing is Cards Against Humanity, something they all love to play—adult edition. What’s a good night in with alcohol and friends if not for an inappropriate game?

“Bucky, you in or not?”

“Yeah, pass me some cards.”

With everyone on board, the game can get started. The first few rounds were hilarious and the next couple was causing a lot of people to drink. Tony loves to put a spin on his games. If he can get people to drink, then a lot of people are getting drunk. By the tenth round, everyone is relaxed and willing to kick things up a notch.

Tony brings out a Truth or Dare drinking game when something bright lights up the night sky.

“What the hell is that?” Clint asks.

Everyone gets up and gathers around the window to watch it fall to the ground. It lands not far from the Avenger’s Compound but far enough to where they can’t see it.

“Tony, Sam, let’s check it out,” Steve says seriously.

Tony and Sam get suited up while Steve fetches his shield. Steve catches a ride with Tony to travel two hours from the Compound in Madison County. There is a big crater on the ground from the impact of the white light, and the three men tread carefully over to it. Steve’s shield is in front of him ready to protect him, Sam’s drone, Redwing, flies next to him cautiously, and Tony’s repulsors are ready and waiting to be fired.

Tony expected to see some kind of weapon in the middle of the crater but instead of a thing, it’s a person--you. You’re wearing a white dress that goes down to your feet, and you have a white glow about you. You groan in pain just as the light dies down and you look up at the three men staring at you.

“What the hell happened?” you ask.

You look to the sky to see your sisters shining in the night sky. How the hell did you get from up there to down here?

“Who are you?” Steve asks.

“My name is Y/N. Who are you?”

“Steve, Tony, and Sam. What happened here?”

“I don’t know. One minute I was shining in the sky and the next I’m down here and in pain.”

“Shining in the sky?”

“I’m a star. I was minding my own business and someone knocked me out of orbit.”

Steve, Tony, and Sam walk down the crater’s walls and toward you cautiously. They still don’t know if you’re good or not until you get up and reveal what’s been behind you this whole time. A shell of a missile that has the Hydra symbol on the side of it.

“We need to get her inside. If Hydra wants her, then she must be special. We can’t just leave her here.”

“Leave me here? What the hell is going on here?”

“If Hydra wants you, it’s for a reason. We should get you inside before they come looking for you.”

Going with them beats sitting here and waiting for someone bad to find you. Everyone who was left behind waits eagerly for the men’s return, and they’re shocked when they return with a gorgeous woman. You’re scared of the many unknowns of your situation: who are these people? What do they want from you? Who is after you? Are you in danger? Will these people hurt you?

“Who is this?” Natasha asks.

“The white light.”

“Here, sit,” Steve offers, and you take a seat away from everyone else. He knows you’re scared so he’s trying to make this as easy as possible for you. “She’s a star.”

“A star?” Bucky asks with two eyebrows raised.

“As I said to them earlier, I was living peacefully in the sky when something knocked me out of orbit.”

“Hydra knocked her out of the sky. They must want a star.”

“Why? What’s so significant about a star?” Bucky asks.

“There’s lore around shooting stars,” you explain. “For centuries, people have tried to get stars to fall to Earth for their hearts. If our hearts are consumed, it’ll grant the person a sort of immortality. No one can live forever, but our hearts can extend life for centuries. Many of my sisters have fallen and died because of it.”

“Hydra must want to reign for a long time,” Steve theorizes. “Listen, why don’t you stay here until we can figure out how to get you back into the sky.”

“Can we even do that?” Natasha wonders.

“There’s a way. It’s complicated but there’s always a way.”

“Bucky, why don’t you show her to the room next to yours.”

“Sure.”

“Thank you,” you sigh and follow the man with a metal arm. He’s very quiet and doesn’t talk much which you relate to. “I appreciate your kindness.”

“Sure. Let me know if you need anything.”

Bucky leaves you alone in the room and you sit on the bed in thought. You never sleep at night and allow yourself to rest during the day so you’re not tired at all. Bucky looks at you before he leaves but pauses. You look so scared and nervous that he can’t help but walk back into the room to be with you. He sits next to you on the bed and wipes both hands on his jeans.

“I was once new here. I didn't know anyone besides Steve. I’m gonna help you figure out a way to get you home.”

“Thank you,” you smile.

The rest of the night is uneventful but right before the sun rose, your eyes started to droop. All of your sisters are sleeping as you’re supposed to be, but the Avengers are so loud you can’t fathom sleeping with this noise. If Hydra wants you then they must have a base somewhere to hold the equipment to knock a star out of orbit. All that equipment will take a lot of money to acquire and a lot of space to hold, so they all come up with places that can be potential bases.

“Ah, there she is. We need your help,” Tony says and waves you into the room.

“What are you guys doing?” you sigh and slump over to them.

“We’re trying to figure out where Hydra’s base is. If we can, then we can plan an attack before they try and come for you.”

“Great,” you sit down and place your chin in your hand.

All of them start talking over one another creating a small headache to form.

“Y/N, I know you’re tired but can you remember where the missile came from? If we can get a sense of direction, we can narrow potential places significantly.”

“I’m not tired, Steve, I’m exhausted. I never stay awake during the day. I need to sleep and rest but you’re all being so loud,” you sigh.

“Come with me,” Bucky offers.

Bucky leads you past both your rooms and to a wing of the compound that rarely is used. This place is the farthest from where anyone is gonna be. There is a spare bedroom down here that Bucky takes you to, and he opens the door for you.

“You’ll be able to get some sleep here. I come here when I want to be alone. It’s quiet.”

“Thank you, Bucky,” you smile.

Your entire body shines slightly to show how happy you are but Bucky doesn’t think much of it. You’re a star. You’re supposed to be shining. All he does is give you a friendly smile and leave you alone to rest. It’s easy for you to fall asleep and you stay asleep for the whole day. When the sun goes down, your body wakes you up to start shining. Then you remember where you are and your glow dims.

You’re ready to take the night on and wander until you find the majority of the Avengers. They’ve been working hard all day to figure out where the Hydra base is and are now taking a break to watch a movie.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Tony says when you enter the room.

“Got room for one more?”

Bucky moves over so you can sit next to him, and you blush slightly when your leg brushes up against his.

“Did you find out where Hydra is located?”

“No. They have defense walls that aren’t coming up on our radars, but we have Friday constantly looking for a way in.”

“Who’s Friday?”

“My AI,” Tony answers.

He turns the movie up so everyone can hear it, and you turn to Bucky with a shy smile.

“Thank you for letting me use your space,” you whisper.

“I don’t mind.”

“What movie are you guys watching?”

“Dumb and Dumber. They love it.”

You try to get into the movie but you’re not connecting to it as much as you hope to. Everyone laughs at the same time when something funny happens but not you. You’re not sure if you fit in well with this group. Humans have always been part of your fascination but you only know of the evolution of them, not them personally.

“Excuse me,” you whisper and get up.

Bucky watches you walk off toward our room without another word. He knows more than most what trying to fit in feels like and how bad he can feel when he doesn’t. He leaves his friends and follows you to your room. You’re sitting on the balcony and staring at the night sky where your sisters are.

“I promise I’m coming home. I’m figuring out a way to do that,” you sigh.

They twinkle to let you know they hear you.

“Mind if I join you?” Bucky knocks on the balcony doors.

“No.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m not really a group person.” Bucky sits next to you on the lounge chair. “I’m more of a loner. I didn’t have any planets orbiting me, and the closest star to me is my sister Vega. She’s such a sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I’m more of a loner, too.”

“My sisters are the only ones I can count on, and they’re watching over me right now to make sure I’m okay.” 

Bucky looks up and they twinkle so he can see where they’re located.

“When you were in the sky, could you watch over humans?”

“It was my favorite thing to do. I’ve watched humans grow since they first arrived. I see the value in human life because it ends. They’ve come a long way from where they first started.”

“I’ve never met a star before. You’re pretty nice and beautiful.”

Your body shines a bit at his compliment.

“Thank you. Stars are pure and innocent despite the violence and horrors we see on a daily basis. We represent everything good about the world. We represent beauty.”

“I can tell,” he smiles.

Your body shines a bit more the more you are happy being here with Bucky. The stars in the sky shine a bit brighter when they see their sister happy.

Hydra hasn’t made a move against the Avengers over the course of the following week because they’re not sure how they can approach the situation. Valentina knows exactly where the star is and she can’t charge in like she normally would. The Avengers are powerful that deserve careful planning and strategy to overcome.

 Meanwhile, you and Bucky have grown closer. When you’re not sleeping, you’re spending as much time with Bucky as you can. There is only a short amount of time you can spend with him before one of you needs to sleep. In the beginning, you were only allowed a couple of hours to be with him, but now you’re spending half a day with him. You’re slowly starting to fall asleep later in the morning and waking up later in the night. It’s something you’re willing to change in order to be with Bucky.

“Tell me something,” Bucky says.

You two are lying on the roof of the building admiring the night sky which is sure to come soon. Your skin is glowing brightly that if whoever were to look up at the roof, they’d see nothing but a white glow.

“What?” you ask and look at him.

“I know that stars shine but do you get to choose when you get to? I’ve seen you with and without.”

“I shine when I’m happy,” you say with a bright smile, “and I’m happy right now with you.”

You and Bucky stay on the roof until there is no more sunlight left in the sky, and you yawn tiredly.

“Tired?”

“A little bit.”

“Let’s go back inside.”

You and Bucky head back inside your room to get ready for the night, and you look at your bed in thought.

“You know, I haven’t been sleeping well. I’ve been transitioning into sleeping at night so I’m still struggling a bit. I might be able to sleep better if it were next to you.”

Bucky holds his flesh hand out, too scared to use his metal hand for fear of breaking you. He takes you to his room where you two get comfortable underneath the sheets. He’s shocked he can sleep with you shining next to him but it gives him a sense of comfort knowing you feel safe enough with him to shine.

The next morning, you wake with a smile on your face and your skin glowing.

“This is the first time I slept through the night.” You look beside you but Bucky isn’t there. The brightness dims on your skin until it looks normal. “Bucky?” You get up and walk around the compound in search of Bucky, and you find him in the main room where the other Avengers are. “What’s going on?”

“We found Hydra’s base. Nat’s gonna stay here with you,” Tony declares.

Your eyes immediately find Bucky’s.

“You’re not gonna stay here with me?”

“I know Hydra like the back of my hand. I have to go with them.”

“Oh, okay.”

Tony, Steve, Bucky, Wanda, and Sam get geared up to go while you and Natasha stay behind. She’s decked in her gear just in case something happens. She has the capabilities to keep you safe since you’re not a fighter--you’re a lover. You don’t think you could fight even if you wanted to.

“So, how long have you been with the team?” you ask.

“Too long.” You look away in thought and bounce your leg nervously. “Look, I haven’t known Bucky for very long but he’s trying. He used to be one of the bad guys but he’s doing a helluva lot more good to make up for the bad. He knows how to handle Hydra. He’s going to be okay.”

“I know,” you nod with uncertainty.

You and Natasha make conversation for the next couple of hours when the alarms start blaring inside the compound.

“Stay here.”

“You’re leaving me alone?” you gasp.

“I’m sure it’s nothing. Just stay here and don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

Natasha is gone before you have a chance to question her further. You wait nervously for her to come back because you have no clue where she is, what’s going on, and who is inside the compound. After an hour of waiting around, you get up and look out the window. Everything seems normal as if there isn't an intruder inside. Footsteps near the room you’re in, ad you turn to the door waiting to see Natasha.

The door opens and you smile.

“I was beginning to worry.”

The smile is lost when you see a strange woman with four soldiers around her.

“So was I. The easy part was tracking you down. Stars have a bit of… aura about them that is easily tracked. The hard part was infiltrating this place. I had to make sure I had all my bases covered. You’re coming with us.”

“No,” you stand your ground.

“No? Emilio.” One of the men takes out a tablet from one of the pockets and flips it open. He presses a few buttons and shows you what’s on the screen. All your friends are tied with Hydra soldiers all around them. Of course, you’re worried about all of them but you can’t help but look at Bucky. “Either come with me or your friends will be killed.”

You have no choice but to go with her.

The woman, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, leads you through the large Hydra base to a big room with a staircase leading up to a small landing. A large table is on the landing with a  medical cart next to it. There is nothing but different sizes of knives--knives that will be used to cut your heart out.

“A shining star’s heart is the way to go, but I’ll settle for your scared little one any day of the year.” You’re only doing this because you’re scared of what these people are going to do to Bucky if you fight back. You’re forced onto the table where Valentina straps you down so you’re not tempted to leave. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll make sure to make it quick and painless.”

She grabs one of the sharpest knives and walks over to you. You close your eyes and send a quick prayer to your sisters in hopes they can hear you. She raises her knife when the double doors slam open. You both look to see Bucky storming in with his deadly gun.

“Bucky!” you smile and shine brightly at the sight of him.

“Get him!” Valentina orders.

A dozen guards make their way into the room and start shooting at Bucky who is more than prepared to handle them. Bullets fly as your concern for Bucky grows. However, he seems to beat every single one of them as he makes his way closer to you.

“Emilio!” Valentina yells.

The big guy who was with her earlier steps into the room with two charged electric gloves. His metal armor makes him immune to the bullets Bucky is firing at him, and he gives him an uppercut when he reaches him. Bucky goes flying across the room and uses his vibranium arm to slow his descent down the walkway.

Emilio and Bucky meet in the middle as they fistfight for your honor. There is no way Valentina is cutting your heart out now. She wants to see how this fight is gonna end. She is pretty confident that her soldier is going to win against the Winter Soldier, but oh how wrong she is. The double doors bust open and Wanda comes in with red magic at her fingertips. Tony and Steve are behind her ready to fight whoever they need to in order to save you.

Red magic encases Emilio to hold him still while Bucky delivers a deadly punch to the bottom of his jaw. Emilio is thrown across the room and knocks into a mirror, and he slides down it unconsciously. Valentina sees the urgency of the situation and raises the knife.

“Tony, heads up.”

Steve rears his shield back and throws it in Valentina’s direction, and Tony shoots his repulsors at the shield to make it fly the rest of the way. Valentina tries to escape but is hit before she can find coverage. She falls to the ground completely knocked out. Bucky runs up the staircase and over to you with an easy smile.

“You really thought I’d let you get sacrificed?”

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

Bucky undoes your ties and helps you off the table, and the both of you run down the staircase to the other Avengers. Before you can reach them, all the doors that lead into the room slam open. Dozens upon dozens of guards come in with their weapons, weapons that can kill everyone here. There are too many guards for Wanda to control and too many for them to take on.

They might not be able to but you can. You pull Bucky into you and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hold onto me and close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“What do stars do best?” You pull him down so that his face is nestled into the shape of your neck. “They shine.”

Your entire body shines with the intensity of a real star. Your teammates cover their eyes to protect themselves but the same thing can’t be said for the Hydra soldiers. Your light kills whoever dares look into it, and the soldiers in the very back leave as quickly as they can before they can succumb to your light. You pull away from Bucky and dim your light knowing that these soldiers aren’t going to hurt them anymore.

After Valentina is apprehended and taken back to the States for punishment through the CIA, Bucky returns back to the Compound with you by his side. There is a lot of paperwork that Nick Fury has to fill out, and Tony and Steve offered to stay behind to scour through the base and see what kinds of things Hydra has been up to.

The night sky is shining brighter than normal because your sisters are happy for your safe return.

“They say thank you for saving me,” you say to Bucky.

“No problem,” he says to the sky before looking back down at you. “She’s worth saving.”

“You know, these last two weeks with you have been amazing. If I’m being honest, I’m having second thoughts about going back. I don’t want to leave you.”

“I don’t want you to leave either.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you in closer by your hips.

“Maybe staying here for a while longer won’t be so bad.”

He slides one hand up your body to your jaw which he cups. He leans down and kisses you with such intensity that causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach. The stars twinkle in the sky as your own light shines brightly for all to see.

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Hey. Could u do a prompt 50 & 52 with Madison Montgomery. Her just dominating fem!reader and being soft at the same time?

Hi anon, sorry it took so long! I know it's been a while since you asked, I hope you're happy anyway…

I'm loving that everyone keeps asking me for Madison stuff around here, I really do. I understand the hype, she's super powerful and she's a bad girl after all.

I already advance that smut requests won't always come out well, because I'm terrible at these things, but I hope you like it, I do my best.

And you, reader who hasn't asked yet, don't bother asking, feel free! I take a while, but I write!

Enjoy!

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50. "let me unzip your dress, please." 52. "use your words."

The Seven Wonders exam was stressing everyone out. Not just Cordelia and Myrtle, the possible authorities, but the younger witches. The competition had become a game of life and death, and it was terrifying to think that others would need to die for just one to rise as the new Supreme.

Only one witch in particular seemed unaffected: Madison Montgomery.

"Lift your head, open your eyes, wear some makeup, (Y\N), come on, cheer up!" "Everyone knows what the outcome will be, but maybe the tables will turn, and you'll be our new queen, who knows?"

You huffed, throwing yourself on the bed and looking up at the ceiling. "I don't know, Madison."

"You know, sweetie, I bet you do."

Her voice was so convincing that you could easily assume she was just training her mind control skills on you. It was common to want to improve the gifts that you could have, gifts that would help you reach the "throne".

"I know exactly what you need, (Y\N)…" she said, biting her lip. "You need a girl to convince you of your potential… And you're in luck, even more so today."

"Am I?" you frowned, confused.

Madison didn't give you time to think. She simply slithered across the bed like a snake and sat between your legs, wrapping her arms around you with a teasing giggle that automatically had you looking at her mouth.

"Let me unzip your dress, please", she asked in a whisper. "Just to show you how good it can be." You frowned again. "Don't worry, it's just a massage. I promise."

Her reputation didn't help much, but you allowed Madison to unzip your dress, relieving you of at least one pang on your conscience. You didn't know whose idea it was to wear these dress clothes, but they didn't help matters.

Madison started with her hands roaming over your shoulders, gently going over every corner of your skin and every corner of your insecurities. She was relishing the opportunity, you could hear her chuckle as you moaned softly with relaxation. Of course, with someone like Madison Montgomery, a massage would never be just a massage.

"Like that, don't you?" she asked, leaning very close to his ear. "That's good, I didn't even need to read your mind to know that… It never fails." That made her laugh for some reason.

Inevitably, you found yourself wondering how many girls Madison had fooled with Muggle "chill out" speeches, and even how many boys. Suddenly the doubt seemed genuine, and you couldn't resist the urge to ask:

"How many people do you fool a day with that speech of yours?"

Madison was still laughing, and then her hands came out of the massage to support her as she leaned over and whispered in your ear. "Why? You think I'm fooling you, do you?"

Without waiting for an answer, she bit her earlobe and chuckled, a cold, villainous laugh, just like her type. You felt your body shiver with the contact, and suddenly, she threw you on the bed, stopping on top of you.

"We're not going to do anything you don't want to, but you can let me prove I'm being sincere, right?", she whispered, cupping your cheeks and squeezing them. "There's a high possibility that one night of sex will calm you down, you know?"

You rolled your eyes and Madison smiled.

"Oh, no, no, no mockery, let me get rid of these clothes and show you what I'm capable of!", she said, dominating your entire body while kissing you and going through ways to take your clothes off while doing so, taking advantage of your distraction. "Blimey, (Y\N), you're obedient, hm?"

"Yeah, but don't take advantage, okay?", you laughed. "I want to dominate this shit too."

Madison smiled, but it was more than clear that she was the only person who could rule here, within the four walls. You just gave in, because there was nothing more desperate and breathless than her kisses all over your body, wet on your lips and especially too long to take. And then there were her fingers, running over every part of your most intimate parts.

She started in slow strokes, one finger, rasping as she bent her body to reach your pussy better. The other hand, which was useless at the moment, traced full circles across your nipples and made you forget to breathe.

Still feeling dizzy and uncomfortable, you arched as Madison inserted two fingers at once, laughing happily at your reaction. However, your shortness of breath made her alert, and she lifted her head instantly.

"Are you okay? Shall I continue?", she whispered, not wanting the others to hear the onomatopoeia coming out of that room.

You took a deep breath, lifting your head slightly, but you couldn't say anything other than "I…"

"Use your words." Madison insisted, still whispering.

"Just fuck me, Madison Montgomery."

She smiled and took a deep breath, relieved, as she came back more calmly, but with the same intensity and euphoria in her body, introducing the same fingers inside you. She loved seeing you delivered, moaning for her and for her only. And then, after a while, you melted and came for her, sliding until Madison tasted you all over.

You took a breath and lay down side by side, with her head on your chest, smiling from ear to ear.

"Hmmm, really nice… We could do this more often, honey," she whispered, running her fingers over your exposed skin and giggling when she noticed you were flinching and getting goosebumps.

"Okay, I guess…", you whispered back. "But you're going to let me dominate next time, right?"

"All for you, my love," she said, before kissing. "You know, I don't care about missing the Seven Wonders test anymore. I already have my private Wonder right here, and I know, with all my might, that she's going to come back to me for the rest of her life. Because she is tied to me, for all eternity."

[ddagent]

Hello! I am LOVING your Margo/Sergei fic extracts. May I request number 35 please?

[That's so sweet of you to say; I'm so thrilled you're enjoying them! I hope you enjoy no. 35!]

35. Margo agrees to go into witness protection with Sergei post 310; they live a quiet life together.

"Good morning! You must be Missus Bezukhov! I'm Annie."

A hand was thrust into Margo's face as she bent down to check the mail. Bills, local papers, leaflets for takeout joints and hedge trimmers and garage sales. Both of them had hoped that today, the mailman would have delivered their scientific journals. No joy. Instead, Margo Madison was faced with small talk from a neighbour desperate to get to know the new arrivals who had moved into the small Maine town two weeks back.

"Margaret. Margo." The hand remained. Margo reluctantly shook it. "I have to go back inside. My..." Margo blinked, still unused to saying the word. "...husband needs me."

The neighbour, Annie, practically swooned at the mention of Sergei. He was usually out on the front lawn, collecting the paper, the mail. Bringing in the groceries; cutting the grass. Already a hit. "You are so lucky. Sergei can't stop talking about you. And the way he looks at you..."

"Nice talking to you. See you around."

Margo quickly turned on her heel and went back inside the house, glad that the small talk portion of her day was over. She didn't want to talk about her husband. Didn't want to talk about how lucky she was to be Missus Bezukhov. It had been three weeks and six days since the world had fallen in at JSC. Three weeks and six days since Bradford had offered her a way out - a third option, with President Wilson unwilling to have a key figure of the space program either in prison or in bed with the soviets.

So here she was. Three weeks and six days since Sergei had arrived in the United States and she had become his wife.

Send me a number between 1-47 and I’ll write you some of the Margo/Sergei idea I’ve got planned!

[ofxendless]

*literally screams from the rooftops* PLEASE RP WITH ME XOXOX

Tags: FC's • Opposites • Plots

Hi! You can call me C, I go by she/her, and below is some info about me!

*warning: it’s long.

fair to ask yourself: is she really worth it?

To that, I say: nah probably not*

• I’m 25 and I will only interact with those over 21.

• My tumblr will seemingly always and forever screw me over and not show me messages properly, so please feel free to head straight to my discord at cee98x

• I’ve been roleplaying since what feels like forever. I started super young one summer before school started up, and I’ve been on-and-off ever since. I began in roleplay groups roleplaying Harry Potter, then got really into The Vampire Diaries-verse, and have also enjoyed Percy Jackson, supernatural town, royal rpgs, and a bunch I’ve popped into over the years.

• I do come from a land down under *cue the flute*. So AEST timezone, but my schedule is alll over a lot of the time.

• I’m looking to rp over discord. Fair warning, I am still getting the hang of rping on there and I have no idea how to do real fancy stuff but I’m a quick learner so we’ll be fine. I still feel like it was yesterday when I dragged my feet big time transferring from roleplaying on facebook to tumblr. Ah, time flies.

• I’m a very easy going person! Your length, I’ll match. Your ideas? I’ll pretty much lap up everything. Hate fandom rp? Cool not an issue at all! Hate oc rps and prefer fandom? Wicked! If I don’t know the lore well, I’ll wing it! Struggling to get a reply out? No stress! I’m well passed putting so much pressure onto things that they feel like a chore. I’d love to chat about our ships and discuss fc’s and get excited and really have some fun!

• I play mostly female muses! I know, I’m so terribly cliche, but I am pretty meh with male muses. Although, it’s been a long time since I’ve given it a go and I’m always happy to compromise! Very much wanting sapphic plots too!!

• I’m open to smut and most ideas! Don’t like super dark kinks or anything too out there but, again, always willing to try new things within reason! Plot and smut should be balanced. I also have no triggers.

• Some fandoms I’d be interested to rp if that was your jam would include The Vampire Diaries, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, True Blood, Teen Wolf, The Umbrella Academy, Bridgerton, The Sandman, Doctor Who, and I’m sureee there’s more I am forgetting. This also includes creating OC’s set in any of these universes.

• Some themes I’d loveee to explore include supernatural/fantasy/paranormal, enemies to lovers, best friends to lovers, boss/employee or professor/student, soul mate/ride or die/meant to be, fwb, ewb, age gap (legal!), horror, crime, mystery, and soo much more honestly

• Face claims I’d die to use include Renee Rapp, Emily Bader, Maia Reficco, Madison Iseman, Anya Taylor Joy, Camila Mendes, Elisha Applebaum, Hannah Dodd, Sadie Soverall, Adelaide Kane, Anya Chalotra, Simone Ashley, Josephine Langford, Danielle Rose Russell, Abigail Cowen, Conor Leslie and Zaria Simone

• Fave opposites include all of the above and more, Matthew Daddario, Noah Centineo, Robbie Amell, Henry Cavill, Rege-Jean Page, Aria Shaghasemi, Ross Butler, Jacob Elordi, Glen Powell

I WOULD RISK IT ALL FOR THESE PLOTS:

1) Based on a fave book series of mine, but honestly does not need to have any relation to it and can be adapted to any ideas. Basically, girl runs away from home in her mid teens, meets guy around her age who takes her in with him and his guardian who have some secrets, turns out they’re *some type of supernatural creature idk can be whatever we like*. Turns out she has some illness that he can’t cure alone and he has to agree to hand her over to his enemies so that they can cure her, but it also will wipe her memories and she will forget her life before. Fast forward a few years, he’s never stopped protecting her but he’s never gotten close because he can’t bear it. She just happens to go with her friends to the club he now owns. Drama ensues.

2) ““oh, can we take it nice && slow?” two strangers who meet every weekend at a club. nothing but first names are shared. they use each other to relieve the stress of their weeks. hot && heavy dancing. making out on the dance floor. on occasion hookups in the corner of the club. but the moment they leave the club, it’s as if they don’t exist. their chemistry is electric, but there unspoken complications in their lives that they just understand. it isn’t until a new monday comes around && she walks into the office to meet her new boss. oh, shit. her weekend hook up is her new boss. she assumes he’s married with the ring on his finger, she has no idea he’s widowed && he has no idea that she has a child at home”

3) “OR hey what about a historical plot where Muse A and Muse B are both next in line to the throne of their neighbouring countries that once used to be one nation. There’s been a push for many years to unite the kingdoms once more, and many want Muse A and Muse B to marry in order for it to happen. But, Muse A and Muse B absolutely hate each other, and can’t stand the idea of being around one another. Until, they’re forced into the engagement by their parents, and are made to spend countless hours with one another. Lots of bickering, and tension ensue, as they get closer asdfjkl”

4) “plot where ‘i had a bad break up with my ex of 4 years who cheated on me, and treated me like dirt and wow i just found out i’m pregnant and he’s the father so here comes the emotional breakdown and late night pounding on his front door. But oops you’re not him, you’re his brother and you’re being really kind to me and calming me down, and those kisses on the top of my head are so new to me.’ also referred to as the plot where Muse A is pregnant, her manipulative ex boyfriend is the father, however Muse B aka his brother had always had a thing for Muse A. The night Muse A comes banging on his brothers door while Muse B is staying there for a while, he consoles her and decides to help her through the break up and pregnancy. However feelings get involved, drama, fights, and his older/younger brother isn’t so happy about it. Yes pls”

5) “maybe a plot where muse a and muse b broke up like five years ago and then muse a got a call from muse b’s parents telling him that she got into an accident and had temporary amnesia and only remember the time when they were together so they’re asking him for a favor to go back home?”

6) two muses who hate each other and are constantly competing at everything and everyone thinks they can’t stand each other but oh wait you’re really hot let’s have angry sex oh no wait now i have feelings

7) This, this, this, this, this, and these!

If you made it this far, I salute you friend! If it sounds like we might get on, give this a good ol’ like and I’ll annoy you! Cheers!

[roughdaysandart]

WE DID IT, SICKOS! (100 FOLLOWERS?! ❤️)

Come for the gratitude, stay for the lesbian drabble???

Holy SHIT WHAT?!

Thank you all for supporting this disgusting community, I'm so honored that you all have found your way here and are enjoying the work I am creating for you guys, I never ever thought more than a few people would be interested in my art (especially the Abridging for Christian Roomates aspect, haha!) but all of your support has pushed me to go big and try new things like digital stuff, it means so much to me since I rarely get to show others my work in real life.

Thank you to @0rley and @lastresortacontact for being my first followers and best friends feeding my online addiction irl

Thank you to @djarins-wife for being my 100th follower, I see u girl!!!

Thank you to every follower and mutual and comment and reblog that have been so nice to me and fed into this depravity even more these past few months, I really really love yall and thank God every day that I have this wonderful thing in my life to come home to and enjoy.

I feel like I should drop something special, but I'm still just working on the storyboard for ch 0 part 2...so how about I give you my name? Seems special enough and goes with the Rough Day aesthetic of it all so *ahem*

Here goes!

.............(RD ch 6 AU where I'M Din???)...........

*corelia happens, we do some badass shit*

*we strike a deal for you to take the shot*

*we do the spicy tango but lesbian??? Im not gay but I guess I COULD be bi for you, Sweet Girl. (Does that make me a lil gay? Lets not dwell)*

*Oh WAIT no- in The Abridged for Christian Roomates version I just make Din kiss her for the first time with her eyes closed oops*

Okay so *smooch I kiss you on zè cheeck*

*I gives you bacta shot*

She says something unintelligible, and you can barley make it out between your exhaustion from Corelia and the sedating effects of the shot.

"....wh...what?"

You feel tunnel vision closing in and the black walls surround your focus, and you see more than feel you body come to rest on the cot as she gently guides you down.

"Madison...its Madison."

How perfectly appropriate, you think. "Mad-is-on". Three words rolled into one, representing both her stubbornness and fierce tempered spirit that refuses to submit for anything but her little womp rat and you,.

You repeat the word slurreidly aloud,

"Madis....Ma....mmm"

Then you continue repeating it in your head, determined not to let the airy, whisped token slip away in the rolling waves of slumber-lust.

Madison...Madison....Madison...Madison...

Funny, you think.

If you said it fast enough or maybe heard it with an accent, you could almost mistake it for the word 'medicine'.

As the fog of sleep bends to softly blanket your consciousness, you wonder how often that happens to her, and your spirit warms at the idea of her making a face of annoyance under the helmet after it happening too often...

...Then you realize that it probrobly never does...

...being that noone but you, and maybe only a few precious others must know this one secret part of her.

And then everything goes dark.

..............................................................................

Thank you so much, my precious sickos and sweet girls, ❤️

-Madison (@roughdaysandart )

[thnxforknowingme]

New Directions Tournament Masterpost

Alright y'all, I have polls and I'm going to make it everyone else's problem.

Thank you to @blurglesmurfklaine for the idea of having a Glee character poll tournament. Instead of taking on all Glee characters, I am sticking to members of the New Directions. I previously created a sorter for the New Directions, so if you want to create your own personal, bespoke ranking of the ND members, you can do so here (this sorter won't work on mobile).

***Overall disclaimer that we are all here because we love Glee! All of these characters have their merits and there will be no bashing! Only fun!***

I have chosen the starting match-ups so that characters are grouped based on some level of similarity - basically, I wanted to give the post-S3 and minor characters a fighting chance, because otherwise I figured they'd mostly get knocked out in the first round.

You can make your choice either by which character you like more, or in the case that you are conflicted, by which character you think would win in a fight. If you vote, please reblog this masterpost or some of the polls - the more voters the merrier!

ROUND ONE (Complete)

Category: The Core 13 Artie Abrams vs. Kurt Hummel Finn Hudson vs. Noah Puckerman Sam Evans vs. Blaine Anderson Quinn Fabray vs. Santana Lopez Mike Chang vs. Brittany Pierce Tina Cohen-Chang vs. Rachel Berry vs. Mercedes Jones

Category: Here For a Good Time, Not For a Long Time Matt Rutherford vs. Jesse St James Lauren Zizes vs. Sugar Motta Joe Hart vs. Rory Flanagan

Category: The Newer Directions Unique Adams vs. Marley Rose Jake Puckerman vs. Ryder Lynn

Category: The Newest Directions Roderick Meeks vs. Jane Hayward Madison McCarthy vs. Mason McCarthy Spencer Porter vs. Kitty Wilde Alistair vs. Myron Muskovitz

ROUND TWO (Complete)

Note: Match-ups within categories for this round have been randomized (e.g. I didn't choose that Santana was going up against Finn, a list randomizer did).

Category: The Core 13 6 Mercedes Jones vs. Blaine Anderson Kurt Hummel vs. Mike Chang Finn Hudson vs. Santana Lopez

Category: Here For a Good Time, Not For a Long Time Jesse St James vs. Lauren Zizes vs. Joe Hart

Category: The Newer Directions Unique Adams vs. Jake Puckerman

Category: The Newest Directions Alistair vs. Jane Hayward Kitty Wilde vs. Mason McCarthy

ROUND THREE (Complete)

Note: Because there was a very competitive race in the last round, and because I need to do something to even out the numbers for a tournament to avoid any more triples, I am going to pull a Mr. Schue and announce that both Mercedes and Blaine will be moving on to this round! Thank you for your impassioned voting - now both of your faves still have a chance to win!

That being said - I also didn't love all the comments that the Mercedes/Blaine poll got last round. You're welcome to extol the virtues of the character you vote for, but please avoid saying anything negative about the other character, or the people voting for the other character. I want this to be a fun poll tournament for everyone involved! Because it's literally a tumblr poll and it doesn't mean anything, it's just silly!

Starting in this round there are no more categories, and all match-ups are chosen by a randomizer. Here they are:

Blaine Anderson vs. Jane Hayward

Kurt Hummel vs. Mercedes Jones

Unique Adams vs. Santana Lopez

Kitty Wilde vs. Lauren Zizes

ROUND FOUR (Complete)

It's the semi-finals - who do you want to see in a final poll showdown? Kudos to Random.org for providing these match-ups:

Blaine Anderson vs. Lauren Zizes

Santana Lopez vs. Kurt Hummel

FINAL ROUND

This pair of New Directioners has been through so much together - now it's time for them to go face-to-face in a poll tournament. It's your last chance to do your civic duty and make your voice heard:

Blaine Anderson vs. Kurt Hummel

The winner of the First Annual New Directions Poll Tournament is Mr. Kurt Hummel!!

[forabeatofadrum]

Do you have zimbits fic recs? I’ve never really gotten into Check Please fic, but I just got Madison in the mail and now I wanna read more zimbits but don’t know where to start!

YOU GOT MADISON?????? ASAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH!!! My order hasn't been shipped yet so no spoilers, but you ask and you shall receive. It got long, so I am putting it under a cut in no particular order. ALSO the new Tumblr post maker is absolutely fucking terrible and it took so long to format this because of it. The whole idea of creating "blocks" in posts is stupid and it doesn't function well ANYWAY FIC TIME.

Set Your Old Heart Free by IBoatedHere

Jack doesn’t find Bitty after graduation. They don’t kiss. Jack doesn't go to Madison for the 4th. They still fall in love.

It's a simple premise, but so well executed. I uhhh always cry at the end and I love to read Jack's thoughts.

when it’s over (you’re the start) by @whoacanada

Jack goes to sleep in Providence next to his boyfriend and wakes up in Montréal to discover he's been in a coma since 2009. Refusing to believe Samwell, Bitty, and the Falconers were all a dream, Jack tracks down the real Shitty, Lardo, Ransom, and Holster to find they’ve shared the same group hallucination for years. Now, they’re on a mission to find Bitty, the love of Jack’s non-existent life, and the only member of SMH they can’t seem to get in contact with.

What it says on the tin. It is a "what if" story and it is great.

i'll see you with your laughter lines by the_one_that_fell

Eric Bittle was fourteen when his soulmate died.

They'd never even gotten to meet.

This is a great story, but heed the warnings. It's an interesting spin on the soulmate trope, because yeah, you can argue that Jack died when he overdosed, even if it was just for a small moment.

like a handprint on my heart by the_one_that_fell

"Dude, we've got an over-competitive golf dad, a badass art freak, a pre-med lax bro on the verge of a breakdown, a chronically naked rugby player, a beat-boxing giant, and an itty-bitty, baking figure skater - there's no way we came together accidentally. This was fate."

"Or it's the normal progression of human beings making friends. Chill out, bro."

(Or, the one where no one plays hockey, but it still manages to bring them all together.)

I have so much to say about this story. SO MUCH. It once gave me a breakdown when I was feeling super lonely, cause the fic is about friendship. Zimbits is just a part of it, though. Everyone gets a moment to shine and it's so good.

don't you look charming (here in the eye of a hurricane) by @whoacanada

In 2009, Jack Zimmermann doesn't just walk away from his future, he packs a bag and runs.

ANGST ANGST ANGST!! This fic captivated me so much. I don't know what else to say!!!

My Words on Your Skin by There_Once_Was_A_Girl

Jack and Bitty have a unique soul connection, they can write back and forth to each other by writing on their own skin. They know each other long before they've ever met. But when Jack overdoses Bitty thinks he's lost the love of his life forever.

Just like the other soulmate AU fic above, this takes the soulmate idea and runs with it. What do you do when you believe the other is dead?

you’ve got my number by ambrosius

It’s not as if Jack was totally inept when it came to technology. He could handle his Tweeter (Tweety? Twits? Twitter? Did it really matter?) just fine and if he’s honest, he much preferred texting to calling most days. So when he gets added to a group chat full of strangers, well, he’s pretty sure he can handle whatever comes next.

This one is so good. I am a bitch for epistolary stuff and I am glad it exists.

Graduation Dayby IBoatedHere

It takes Jack 50 days to finally see what's been right in front of him for the past two years.

Groundhog Day AU, but make it Zimbits. Jack doesn't kiss Bitty when he graduates, and that's fine, right? Well, looks like the universe disagrees. Also this fic has a real good platonic Jackshit moment.

Will Wonders Never Cease by @porcupine-girl

Eric has landed his dream job: social media manager for the Providence Falconers! Not only does he get paid to tweet, for an NHL team at that, but it’s a job where he’ll be able to make good use of his magic - when nobody’s looking, of course. Everyone on the Falconers is a joy to work with… with the notable exception of Jack Zimmermann. Eric understands that Jack doesn’t like social media, but he could certainly be a little more polite about it.

Luckily, Eric has support from his Samwell buddies, as well as his best friend - a man whose face he’s never seen, and whose name he doesn’t know. They met on an online forum where witches can gather anonymously, since it isn’t safe for them to advertise their existence in a world where magic isn’t trusted. They’ve been friends for years now, but Eric is only just starting to realize that he might have deeper feelings for someone he can never meet face-to-face.

THIS FIC!!! Jenna, I don't know if you read my fic Ebb & Flow, but I mentioned this fic in the author's note, because it was a huge inspiration. It's a secret identity magical She Loves Me AU. It sounds bonkers, but it is so goooood.

if you're going through hell (keep going) by @whoacanada

Eighteen years ago, Samwell suffered the tragic loss of one of their most promising young athletes. Ever since rumors have circulated that the school is haunted by the ghost of Eric Bittle. At least, that’s the only way anyone can seem to explain why the locker rooms smell like freshly baked apple pie on game days instead of the usual, omnipresent hockey funk.

Now in the twilight of his career, Jack Zimmermann is facing his own mortality and the last item on his bucket list?

Return to Samwell and disprove the rumor that his long-dead boyfriend is haunting Faber Memorial Rink.

MAIN CHARACTER DEATH!!! WARNING!!! And not like the previous soulmate AUs where the one thinks the other is dead. Bitty dies and Jack moved on, but he has to face the past, because people claim Bitty's ghost is real. Jack decides to find out himself.

Inertia by @foryouandbits

At the age of seven, Eric Bittle is tackled so hard in peewee football, it feels as though he's been knocked into another dimension. At the encouragement of his father, he avoids contact sports until he receives a scholarship to play hockey at Samwell University. The result is the same: every check on the ice hurts so much that Eric hallucinates another world. Eric spends the rest of his freshman year attempting to prove himself to his captain and his coaches. He questions his worth, his talent, and his sanity, and in his search for answers, he uncovers long-hidden secrets that change everything he has ever known.

I loved this one. It is an interesting take on dimension travel and Coach in this story is so great as well. I highly recommend it.

Ice Crew Please! by @petals42

Jack Zimmermann was drafted first by the Providence Falconers when he was eighteen years old. He is good at hockey. Very good. His team won the Cup his second year and now, in his third year, they are looking good. Jack should be on top of the world. And some days, he manages to convince himself he is.

He’s not, of course.

Enter the Ice Crew.

AKA: The Ice Crew AU

This sorta!fic is a fic about friendship thawing Jack Zimmermann's heart. Jack realises he's kind of a dick towards the ice crew of the Falcs and so he gets to know them, including Bitty. It's a good fucking friendship fic.

All shall know the wonder by me, lol

When Bitty decides to skate on Sunday mornings, he didn’t expect to meet a nice, handsome man who cannot hear. The Sunday mornings lead to a deep friendship that slowly leads to more.

Yes, I am finishing this list with a shameless self-promotion. I have 28 fics on AO3, 27 of them being Zimbits (one Holsom) and this is my favourite. Yeehaw.

That's it for now. There's a lot more in my Check, Please! fic tag. Also, hi to the people I have @'ed. If y'all know the tumblr URLs of some writers mentioned on this post, lemme know so I can add them.

[misscammiedawn]

Miss Cammie Dawn Masterpost

INTRODUCTION

Hi all! Welcome to my combination psychology, hypnokink, fandom and personal blog! I post a ton about hypnosis mostly with a side order of mental health stuff because kink and Bad Brain are all that are on my mind.

I had bad experiences compartmentalizing my online presence years back so I keep everything in one place these days. Prevents self-loathing and impulsively deleting blogs when the shame wins. It's an all or nothing deal. Sorry about that.

We are American but born and raised in England. We have red hair. Are in our 30s at time of writing and have been active in the hypnosis community since our late teens. Presently we are prioritizing working with educators at hypnokink events and doing photoshoots where and when I can.

We are transgender, having started social transition in 2019 and HRT in 2020. We identify as transgender and consider it a very large part of who we are. We're not fond of that fact being erased, even if we mostly adhere to the gender binary in terms of our presentation.

We are sex-averse asexual but involved in kink. Our blog is adult only but we're not really that big on overt eroticism. Even the hypnokink smut we write is 100% fluff with no sex scenes.

We are fairly open about our DID diagnosis (noting that we approach our own condition through a lens of psychopathology) and the treatment we are in. We are a system of 5 though we still try to present as a single individual outside of close relationships.

Our tagging system is mostly a switch counter for tracking if any of us are missing to report to our therapist. Though we do answer individual asks on request, pending a member's presence.

We try to do what we can to walk the line between not suppressing our individual expression(s) without glorifying our condition and erecting further divide between parts. I avoid syscourse where I can and typically do not advertise specific things about my parts, we are all "me" just in different lights so I'll never post stuff like individual ages/genders or such. I'm open about the condition but private about the circumstances and manifestations. Please respect that.

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OUR TAGGING SYSTEM

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I am addicted to tags. If you ever want to find my original content or my fandom posts you will be able to easily here. Just click on the links below and all shall be neatly organized.

Also there are secret tags which are not advertised. Those ones are for me. A little personal treat.

General Tags:

Cammie Posting - tag for a soft and playful girl. Camden Posting - tag for a traumaqueer. Dawn Posting - tag for a flirty and extravagant Fae. Craig Posting - tag for the boy that lives in the heart of a girl. Utility Tag - tag for a survival part who is learning to live.

Original Content:

Artwork Commissions - Any time I pay a lovely creator to do some art for me <3 Cammie Photos - Photos which feature this beautiful ginger in all her glory. Cammie Stories - My hypnosis related short stories. Fictional ones this time, though sometimes inspired by reality. Hypnokink Original Content - My little submissions of audio, visual or written hypnosis stuff. Hypnokink Writings - My personal opinions, info and resources on Hypnokink. Madison and Belladonna - Our series of hypnokink stories slightly based on reality going over a pair falling in love while one navigates their dissociative disorder Media Essays - A tag for my own big lengthy posts breaking down media (sometimes includes reblogs of other people's commentary) Media, Myself and I - Essays on DID representation in media. Photos We Took - We don't often share our proper photography work on Tumblr but sometimes we do and tag them here ReadOnlyMind - External link to my full length stories shared on ReadOnlyMind Scene Stories - Posts where we describe a scene that we did IRL. If I use this tag it is a recounting of real events. Suggestion Suggestions - Ideas for hypnotic scenes. Video Posts - Posts where we are on video. Voiced Posts - Posts where we record stuff and say it with our mouth words.

Personal Topics:

Asexuality - We are a kinky ace. We don't do sex or orgasms but sometimes do horny. BPD Specific - BPD is difficult to live with and impacts our relationships with others DID specific - DID is difficult to live with and impacts our relationships with ourselves. We try to educate on the topic. Mental Health/DID/BPD Topics - Watch Me Post My Trauma In Public Personal Posts - Ones which are just me venting or talking specifically about my life and experiences. Trans specific - This Is My Gender and I am Proud of It.

Meme Tags:

Bites You Bites You Bites You - Cammie has a tag entirely for biting people <3 Camus Posting - One must imagine Sisyphus memeing Fae Posting - Our loyalty lies with the Seelie Court and we must meme about it Puns - Craig likes puns and we put up with it. Shitposting - tag for when we're being silly. We Have To Meme or We'll Cry- Mental health/plurality jokes

Hypnokink Tags:

50 Days of Fetish Masterpost - Easy links to all 50 posts about why I love hypnokink with examples, audios, photos and videos. 50 Days of Fetish - Tag list of 50 different scenes and suggestions in hypnosis that gets me going and reblogs of other folx who participated in the challenge. Community Resources - Educational resources in hypnokink. Community Safety - Topics discussing dangerous topics and predators Con Recaps - Convention recaps for Charmed! and Beguiled Hypnokink conventions General hypnosis tag - General tag for all hypnosis topics. Hypnokink -General tag for all hypnokink posts. Hypnokink Art - Artwork featuring hypnosis. Hypnokink OC - Our hypnokink content Hypnokink Writings - Our posts and essays on hypnokink Hypnosis on Display - Audios, videos, demos and photos of hypnosis. Hypnosis Events - Convention information Hypnosis Fiction - Stories featuring hypnokink.

Thirst Tags:

Hypnokink Art - Did I mention we have a hypnokink? Redheads - We like redheads. We are redheads. Stage Magicians - Stage magic is hot. Do not @ me. Sword Lady Thirst - I just want my chin lifted by a sword so I have to meet their gaze... Vampire Thirst - Cammie Likes Redheads

Friends and Loved Ones:

Daja - Beloved. Double Grinch - Absolute sweetheart. Fellow Secret Mod. EllaEnchanting - Inspiration for asexual hypnokink, cool person and opinion haver. Lady Ru'etha - Goddess, Beloved. Linny Bee - Sweetheart. Hypnokink craft lady. Nath - Incredible writer. Good opinion haver. Metamour. Paperboy64 - Absolute sweetheart. Puppet - Counterpart. Metamour. Fellow Sleepyhead enjoyer. Skaetlett - Inspiration for plurality based hypnofiction. Superb person. Secret Subject - Boss. VTuber extraordinaire and good friend. Sleepyhead - Beloved. TennFan - An inspiration in asexual hypnokink content

Ask Tags:

Cammie Asks - Asks answered while Cammie is fronting. Camden Asks - Asks answered while Camden is fronting. Dawn Asks - Asks answered while Dawn is fronting. Craig Asks - Asks answered while Craig is fronting. Wynn Asks - Asks answered while Wynn is fronting. Ask Memes - Ask based games. We try to link the source but sometimes forget. Hypno Themed Asks - Asks about hypnosis.

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Enough is Full of Romance Part 4 - Drunk on Laughter

Where 2 brilliant talented people fall in love and navigate a life filled with paprazzi, rumors and a private romance after being introduced by their common friend. They say wrong person, right timing is a real thing but Ben and Y/N know they have a deep connection and they will wait for however long it takes!

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

Words: 1.8k

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Ben took a moment to register what just happened. He knew for a fact that he was not interested in kissing Addison at all. Or was it Madison? He had not even leaned in towards her. The game was a bad idea. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't even agreed to play it.

His disinterest in Madison was not the only reason he didn't want to kiss her. It was also you. You were right there in front of him. How could he even think about someone else. It had been some time since he saw you last but you were like the one habit his mind kept coming back to.

His friends had tried setting him up on dates but it would never go past the second one. Or the first one, in most cases. When it did reach the second one, something would go wrong. The girl would either slip up and confess that she was after fame or he would realise that it wasn't a good match. It was times like those his mind would wander back to you and remember how you made him feel. How at ease he was with you.

He didn't know if he had done the right thing that night or not. He knew you were still trying to get over your ex and this would have been the wrong time to enter into a new relationship.

You had been too engulfed in grief to make sense of your feelings, romantic or otherwise. So you believed that Ben leaving that night was the right thing. Tonight, however... You didn't know how or what to make of it.

When Madison sat back next to you after kissing him, she gave you a huge grin. One which had 'victory' written all over it.

"I need a drink," you said and got up. You went to the kitchen as fast as you could without making it seem like you were running away and took out your favourite bottle of vodka. You rarely ever drank, be it wine or tequila or vodka. But tonight's events were too much to not drink. You took the biggest glass you could find in your cabinet and filled it almost halfway.

You were aware that drinking on an empty stomach was not good. You also couldn't care less. The first sip burned your throat but the next made your body feel warm and the one after that made you brain go fuzzy. Honestly, you were just glad that Madison's head was in front of you so and you did not see them actually kiss. Just knowing that they had had this effect on you, you didn't want to think about how you would have reacted if you had actually seen it, too. You took another sip to make that thought go away.

"That's quite a lot of alcohol, don't you think?" You heard Ben ask and turned around to face him.

He had a small, playful smile on his face but something told you he didn't like what happened either. So wordlessly, you handed the glass to him.

"Look like I could use some, too," he sighed.

"I am so sorry this happened... Madison can be... Well, a bit Madison at times..." You explained.

"Oh, no, please, you don't have to apologise. It's not like it's your fault." He said, handing the glass back to you.

"But you did come all the way to my place. The least thing you should have gotten was a decent party. Instead, you get this," you shrugged, pointing your finger towards yourself.

"Eh, well, I like this far better than any party," he winked.

If you thought you were being strong and immune to his charms till then, which you weren't. His wink melted away the last line of defenses you had. You were a teenager with a crush all over again.

A serene silence settled in your kitchen. You could hear Madison and Andrew shouting and arguing distantly but you could not care less. This was like that night all over again, except you weren't feeling as hurt and heart broken over someone else. This time, however, your bestfriend had kissed your crush.

"So... What's the deal with Madison?" He asked cautiously as if taking her name would ruin the peaceful moment.

"Well, we met a few days after you and I did and she has been my best friend ever since..."

Ben pondered over the word 'best friend' for a while. Surely, a true best friend wouldn't have kissed him. She wouldn't have her pictures put up on the wall. What even was the deal with that whole thing?

Shaking the thoughts out of his head, he focused on the person in front of him. He liked you with his whole heart and wanted to give it a shot. He wanted to see where and how things could develop if given the chance. He was too nervous to ask you out because he had done it the last time and the night didn't exactly end the way he had wanted. Which told him that he needed to address what happened. Perhaps after that, he could ask you out again.

You were on your phone recording something when you caught him looking at you. You gave him a guilty smile and put the phone down. "Sorry, too good of an idea to not record."

"You don't have to tell me," he laughed. "I know all about it." Your dedication and passion towards your music was something that had really stuck with him ever since he met you. It had inspired him and deepened his desire even more to create his own music.

"You feel like going for a walk?" You asked all of a sudden, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, sure. I was wondering if we could talk about... You know, that night?" he could see how your cheeks has started getting a hint of red due to the alcohol but you seemed to have a pretty good control over yourself. He would soon find out how much control you didn't have.

You nodded. As much as you were dreading that conversation, you understood how important it was to talk about or at least acknowledge what had almost happened and why it did not. "We can't actually go outside but maybe the roof?"

"That works," he said, following you up the spiral staircase with a wine bottle and two glasses in his hands.

"You will have to be careful at this one step because it curves and -"

CRASH!

"-and you might fall..." you completed, looking back at him. He was sitting on the steps, wine bottle broken and it's contents on the stairs with the glasses still in his hands.

He looked up at you while you examined the scene just 3 steps below. Your lips pursed as you met his eyes and heard his overly dramatic sigh.

"Ben, I promise I am a good person," you started, your voice changing.

"I know."

"I don't do this when people fall..."

"I know."

"But I am drunk already..."

"I know."

"And the way - I mean, the sound of the bottle shattering and you falling..."

"I know. Go ahead. I won't mind." He took another heavy, dramatic sigh and that was what finally broke you. You couldn't keep in your laughter anymore. You laughed and you laughed. Something that made him laugh once he had recovered from the sudden shock of falling.

Wait, did he just hear you snort? He noticed how you could barely keep your eyes open while you laughed. He noticed how your entire body reacted when you laughed. He noticed how your cheeks flushed even more with each passing second.

"Just, just wait here a second," you said and ran upstairs. "Smile..."

When he looked up and saw you against the railing, barely able to stand straight and on the verge of falling with a camera in your hand, he laughed out loud and was suddenly blinded by a flash.

You instantly put the camera down and ran to him. "Look at this!" You exclaimed, handing him a piece of paper.

Only when he looked at it, he realised it was a Polaroid picture you just took. He was grinning like an idiot on your fancy, spiral staircase. "I didn't know it was a Polaroid camera you had!"

"You didn't know it was a Polaroid camera I had!" You repeated and before he knew it, you were laughing again. You were laughing so hard that you had to lean against the railing to sit down or you would have fallen, too.

Ben watch mesmerized as you had to physically restrain yourself from slipping down due to laughing so hard. Your laugh was the most beautiful sound he had heard. It drowned out whatever happened in the party and he just knew he could listen to it forever. It symbolised how happy you were and he wanted you to be forever. And oh, how he wished he could be the reason for your happiness.

"Holy shit," he said softly.

You were wiping away your happy tears while still bursting with laughter but managed to catch his voice. How could you not? He had the most perfect voice with a gorgeous accent. You were aware you were getting a bit carried away but you couldn't help it. You were happy. Ben Barnes made you happy.

"What is it?" You asked.

"I think I am falling in love with you..."

"Oh," you said, your expression turning serious. You stood up and started walking up the stairs.

Fear gripped Ben's heart like it had never before. Had he said something wrong? Or something he shouldn't have said? Maybe he got too lost in the moment or used words that were too big.

"Wait, Y/N, I am sorry... Where are you going?" He put the glasses down and ran after you, trying to think of ways to make it up to you. He did not want to lose you again. "I - I don't why I said that... I mean, I know but I am sorry... You are so beautiful and your laugh is the best thing ever and I - I couldn't help it... It just slipped out... I am sorry..."

"Did you mean it?" You asked suddenly, turning around to face him in the hallway.

He looked at you for a moment. Taking in your features. Your eyes, the way your hair framed your face, the way your lips were bent in half a smile.

He nodded. "I - I did."

"Okay, then. Good," you said and started walking again.

"Wait, what? Where are you going?"

His question was answered when you took a turn and pulled him into a... room?

"You saw my awful party but now," you said, taking his hand and shutting the door behind him. "Welcome to my bedroom..."

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PS: I promise I know Ben is a gentleman and it will be reflected ❤️

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

Thinking About Tiffany Pollard Today

Tiffany "New York" Pollard. I know that a lot of people have a lot of opinions about her, but I, for one, feel like we "came up" together. I watched her from the time she was just some girl fighting for Flavor Fav through many twists and turns, some of which happened for all of us to see.

I remember whenever she was facing backlash for her transphobic statements and how taken aback she was by it while everyone pounced on her, and whenever I saw the interaction, I immediately thought, "Oh. She thinks that this is just part of the gig, because of how she was handled when she arrived on the scene." And. Ultimately, I wound up being right, like I usually am (TS Madison confirmed for me basically everything that I had said about the situation).

Tiffany was frequently called a man, a tranny, transvestite, and a drag queen, and it was something that I remember her embracing and never getting mad or upset, saying that these people are fabulous, just like me, etc. So, whenever she's asking that woman about being a man and having certain genitals, she quite literally thought that this is just part of people thinking/saying that you are or look like a man.

Maddie had to explain to her that the people who were speaking about her in those ways were also being transphobic, to which Tiffany was confused, because 'How can somebody be being transphobic to you if you aren't trans?' They are conversations that she didn't seem to have had before, and her trans friends got her together about it and she was able to learn moving forward. (As of now, I don't think that since then she has ever had a similar incident and she still seems to have the support and following of her trans friends and loved ones).

But, one thing that I think about every time Tiffany makes her way back into the spotlight is the fact that we are essentially the same age, but when I was spending my first semester in college, not realizing that I was wasting my time and money, she was getting started on her tract to becoming a "problematic fave" and resetting the course of reality tv.

She did so much that SHE was the star of Flavor of Love, and these were the days before they even CONSIDERED mental health or support. This woman, my age. Early 20s, getting into one of the most exploitative tv situations in history for a man twice her age, who embarrassed her on national tv TWICE, by loving all over her and then selecting someone else in the end.

The years following this debut as the HBIC of reality tv, we got to see a lot of her mom and their shaky relationship, we got to see her attempt to find love multiple times, and do various jobs. We got to see this woman who entered the business in the reality genre sort of stay in that arena for 2 decades. She has so many iconic moments, lines, reactions. There are people who have no idea what her voice sounds like, but they know things she's said because her face has been popular for memes for all this time. She even gets paid to do all of this.

But, she also always plays the villain role. She's always seen as a foe or an antagonist, because she was a hotheaded 23 year old when she first got on camera (maybe younger if it took them a while to record the show). And, I have seen over the years people trash her up and down. Yes, she has a very large fan base, as well, but she's gotten a lot of hate from then up until now, and I don't know if people actually think about the fact that she was in her early 20s whenever VH1 found her willing to pimp herself out to Flavor motherfucking Flav, who once again, is twice her age.

Even her moments of supposed healing (VH1's Family Therapy With Dr. Jenn) was put on TV for our entertainment. This woman really had a weird adulthood, because reality stars simply were not famous whenever she became a famous reality star, and reality tv was not as big or important as it is today. She didn't become rich from her Flavor of Love fame. She has what she has now specifically because she's always out there hustling and loaning out her personality/persona for her fame and fortune.

She set the bar for a lot of the reality tv tropes that we see today. Many of the girlies do not even realize that when they get on camera and they're tryna fit a certain reality role to get screen time, that they are simply emulating a woman who was just herself in her early 20s and was used as a formula that an industry was built upon. There were not many reality tv shows back then, but there were some and even though she wasn't the first, she is one of the first people who others after her decided that they would pick up characteristics from. She hasn't been able to be a full person in front of us and the moment she messes up, she is either met with people laughing at her pain or dragging her to hell for her mistakes.

Happy Birthday to that lady. She ain't perfect, but she has given us a lot and none of our asses ever really seem to want what's best for her. She's a character to most people. An avatar of reality that they watch to see what wild shit she'll do or say next. When, I know that there's a human woman there who I hope does have some grace in her life. Ionknow, Man. I just think Black women deserve some grace, even if they are imperfect people, but especially when their imperfections have been fodder for national audiences to laugh and chatter about, and for almost half of her life now. 

[middleearthpixie]

Better Days ~ Chapter Fifteen

Summary: Frerin Durin had the perfect life, until he found out his wife was cheating on him. Now, he’s navigating uncharted territory as an about-to-be divorced single dad. Dating is a mess, he’s dealing with the fallout where his kids are concerned, and really, he would just love a vacation away from all of it. 

Elena Madison is new to Sidleburg, and also navigating life as a newly single parent. The last thing she needed was for her daughter to come down sick, when she hasn’t even had time to unpack the moving boxes, never mind find a pediatrician. And the last thing she ever expected was to meet a man like Dr. Frerin Durin…

Neither Elena nor Frerin were looking for anything, but fate has a way of messing up even the best laid plans. However, both have been hurt and both aren't at all sure they trust themselves, never mind trusting someone else...

Pairings:  Modern!Frerin  x ofc Elena Madison

Characters: Frerin, Elena

Warnings: Oral sex (m/f receiving), protected intercourse

Rating: E, 18+ 

Word Count: 3.9k 

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Previous chapters can be found here. 

“That was amazing. I had no idea you could cook.” Elena set down her napkin and reached for her wineglass.

“I had to learn. My kids wanted to eat on a regular basis. And I confess, I got the recipe out of the grocery store’s magazine.”

He waited a moment and then, on cue, Elena said, “Your grocery store has its own magazine?”

“It does and that’s where just about all of my recipes come from. Although, not all of them are quite as good as this and some were flat out duds.” He smiled at her across the table. They were in the kitchen, which was far cozier than the formal dining room, and truth be told, all he could think about was getting her back upstairs and back in bed. He still felt the aftershocks of sex with her, and he couldn’t remember the last time that happened. In fact, he wasn't at all sure it ever happened to him. 

“So, what other talents do you have?”

He grinned, arching one eyebrow. “Want to go back upstairs and find out?”

“Do I hear a hint of cockiness in your voice, Dr. Durin?”

He stood up and moved around to where she sat and caught her by the hands to draw her up from her chair. “Maybe. It depends, really. I’m not very good at flirting. I sound like kind of a dick, don’t I?”

“Normally I’d say yes, you did, but,” she told him, a hint of laughter in her voice as she draped her arms about his neck, “I’ve seen you when you weren’t trying to get laid, so I’m not so sure dick is the right word. Still, can I tell you something?”

“Sure.” He let his hands come to rest on her hips. He couldn't help himself. Heat wafted from her body, seeping into his palms, and without thinking, he tightened his fingers against her.

“You don't have to flirt with me now. I’m here, aren’t I? And I wouldn’t be if I wasn't interested.”

A hint of idiocy flashed through him. “Yeah, you have me there. I’m sorry, Elena. I’m… I’m really out of practice. And I know I keep saying that, but I am.”

“It’s okay. So am I.”

He let his hands slip down over her ass, which just fit so perfectly in his palms. Her fingertips brushed along the back of his neck, lightly at first, but then her fingernails dragged across his nape and a shiver rippled along his spine. 

She looked up at him, her eyes soft and dancing with invitation that had him leaning in to capture her lips with his. Her arms tightened about him. She flattened her body against his, and as those perfect firm breasts pressed against his chest, fire ignited his blood to send it south. Tension twisted through him, the heat that filled him spread outward, and the tingles that meant the beginnings of a steely erection spiraled along the same path. 

Her lips parted, her mouth sweet and inviting as her tongue caressed his. Her fingers slid along his neck, up into his hair, where they twisted and tugged to send another tingle along his scalp. He drew her tongue into his mouth to teasingly suck at it, his hands tightening on her at her quick intake of breath. 

He slid a hand up from her hip to the bottom of her sweater, where he eased beneath it and skimmed along her silken skin up to her right breast. She gasped again as he palmed her breast, as he eased it from her bra to feel it bare in his hand. Her nipple was a tight bead already, begging for his attention even as he swirled his thumb about it slowly. 

Her back bowed, that breast pressing deeper into his hand. He caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger to roll, to tug, to stroke. Breaking the kiss, he smile down at her before tugging her sweater up and off once more, and let it fall onto the table, then he unhooked her bra and it joined her sweater.

To put it simply, her breasts were amazing. Just large enough to fit in his hands without any spillover, firm, with dark nipples beading into taut peaks. He bent to her, caught one between his lips. Her soft sigh whispered against him as he swirled his tongue about that hard nub, as he caught it between his teeth to tug ever so gently. A hint of sweet musk rose to tease his nose, utterly heady and powerful. He reached for the snap on her jeans, popped it, slid the zipper down and eased his hand down until he brushed the ebony curls he sought. They were damp already, her arousal silken and hot to slick her flesh and when he slid a finger into her folds, it glided along her. 

“Frerin…” Her whisper came husky and raw to his ears, her fingers twisting harder in his hair. He stroked her, sliding his fingertips one by one over the silky, swollen bead nestled in those damp folds. She shivered with each pass, moaned as he eased the tip of his finger inside her. He slid it back out. He swept his thumb along her clit, slid lazily around it, brushed directly over it. She moved with him, rocking to meet each pass as she whispered, “Oh, holy shit… do that again…”

He teased her clit, pressing down with each slow, teasing rotation and as he plunged that finger back inside her, she rocked hard against his hand, wetter with each caress. The musky scent thickened, his cock responding by straining against his jeans. He tried to ignore it, concentrating on the way she throbbed about his finger, how slick and hot she grew at his touch. She clenched hard about him, squeezed his finger the way she would his cock, each sensual pulse stronger than the last as her orgasm appeared on the horizon. 

He slid his finger free and smiled as he sank to his knees before her, dragging her jeans and thong down as he did. As denim skimmed over her knees, the perfume of her arousal grew thicker, headier, aroused him to the point where he ached to just fuck her. 

But not yet.

Her legs parted as he nuzzled those damp curls and when he dipped to her and let his tongue skim along the heated flesh, her moan echoed through the kitchen. She was hot and sweet, her folds silken with her arousal, and he savored her taste as much he did her scent. He laved over her clit, gentle at first, but as she rolled her hips to meet him, he added a bit more pressure, wasn't quite as concerned with being gentle. He just wanted her to come and he wanted her to come hard. He wanted her fingers to yank on his hair and her body to cream over his tongue.

“Frerin… oh, right—right there, ooooh…”

He teased her with rough flicks, with determined swirls, and then leaned in to close his lips about that swollen, throbbing bead and gave a teasing pull on it. 

She shattered. 

“Frerin!” She came in a furious flash, the sudden gush of musky fluid unexpected but heady and erotic and it was almost enough to make him come without her even touching him. He devoured her then, merciless as he drew out her orgasm, savoring the way she writhed against him, the way she melted over his tongue. She shuddered against him, her legs trembling beneath his hands, her hips thrusting against him as she pleaded and moaned her pleasure in a raw half-whisper/half-moan.

She trembled against him as she went limp, sagging against the table, fighting to catch her breath. He stood and leaned in to kiss her, long and lingeringly, and when he drew back, she whispered, “Holy fuck, that was amazing…”

He grinned. “It felt like it.”

She reached for him then, snagging him by the waistband of his Levi’s and tugged him close once more. As her lips met his, she popped the fly on his jeans and a moment later he shivered as her soft hand closed about his cock to stroke him slowly from base to head. She tugged him free, and offered up a devilish smile as this time, she sank to her knees before him and—

“Oh, sweet Jesus!” He couldn’t hold back his moan as her lips closed about him and she drew him deep. Her tongue slid silkily along the underside of his shaft, around the sensitive ridge of his head. Her mouth tightened about him, pulled gently to send fiery pleasure streaking through him as she tugged his jeans and boxer briefs down and her fingernails swept lightly over his ass cheeks, down the backs of his thighs, which quivered in response as every fiber in his body tensed, He looked down, swallowing an oath at the erotic sight of her dipping to him, pulling back, and then she looked up at him and winked and he buried a hand in her hair, gritting, “Oh, Lena… you are going to make me come, beautiful woman… keep doing ju-just that…”

She smiled around her mouthful of cock, and winked back and then pulled harder to send fresh fire tearing ass through him. Everything in his body tightened from the white-hot pleasure scorching through him. His head spun, his muscles tensed, his balls contracted as his orgasm wound through him like a python, squeezing him until he thought he’d go fucking insane if she didn't make him come. 

He thrust into her mouth, fisting her hair as he did, grunting softly as she swirled her tongue about his head, into the far-too-sensitive flesh around it, underneath it, and he couldn't slow down. His hips snapped back and forth, his rhythm fast and furious as the blinding need for release choked him.

“Lena… oh, holy Christ, Lena, I’m gonna—”

White lights burst before his eyes. He tensed as her lips squeezed him, and then, he moaned low in his throat, utter flaming ecstasy burning through him as he tensed, as he shuddered.

He came in a hard spurt, her name a raspy growl on his lips, bright lights erupting before his eyes as he shuddered again, tensed again, and arched a second time against her. Her fingernails along the backs of his thighs once more had him trembling and a wave of dizziness slammed into him as she slowed and then pulled away from him to kiss her way back up to meet his lips. 

He sank into her, wrapping his arms about her as he whispered, “Holy shit, honey… that… oh fuck me, that was… Christ, I need to sit…”

“So, sit,” she whispered, gently pushing him down into her vacated chair before she drew her jeans and underwear back up. 

The wood was cool against his bare ass, but he didn't care as he tugged her down onto his lap and wrapped his arms about her once more. She melted against him, her lips brushing his ear as she murmured, “I thought I should return the favor.”

“I am so fucking glad you did…” He managed, his eyes closing as the delicious post-orgasm drowsiness set in. He leaned into her, his head coming to rest in the slope of her neck as he waited for it to clear. He couldn’t remember the last time woman gave him oral sex to completion, and couldn't believe he’d forgotten just how fucking good it felt to be brought to orgasm that way. The only thing that would feel better would be fucking skin to skin with her. 

Her fingers slid through his hair, the caresses soothing and gentle. “So am I. You, Dr Durin, are an easy man to please.”

He managed to lift his head and smiled at her. “I like you. That’s really the only thought I can process right now.”

“I know that feeling.” She shifted to face him, leaning in to press her forehead to his. “I like you, too, Frerin.”

He let his fingers trail down along her back, his hands coming to rest on her hips. As his head cleared and the feeling returned to the rest of his body, he said, “Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Funny.” She tucked a loose dark wave of hair behind her ear and sat back. “Maybe we should clean this mess up.”

“I don't want to move. I really can’t feel my legs. I wasn't kidding when I said it’s been a while.”

“Well, your dry spell—and mine—has come to an end.” She eased off him and grinned as she retrieved her bra and sweater to finish redressing. Then, she moved to the mountain of dishes in the sink and opened the taps.

He watched for a minute, and when he was sure he could trust his still-somewhat wobbly legs, he rose and tugged his jeans back up to his hips and fastened them, then joined her at the sink. 

The room was dark and cozy and Frerin let his eyes close as Elena snuggled up against him, her head tucked against his chest, her arm draped over his hips. SportsCenter played softly on the television, bathing the room in a soft bluish glow. He let his fingers trail along Elena’s thick, dark curls, which were cool and silky to the touch. “What’re you thinking about?”

She trailed her fingertips along his stomach, down to his hip before saying, “I’ve had a really nice time tonight, Frerin.”

“Yeah? Me, too. And I don’t just mean this,” he gestured between them with his free hand, “although it has been amazing.”

She smiled, her eyes glittering in the low light. “Amazing?”

“Oh, yeah. Amazing. Really fucking amazing, actually.”

“I’m glad you think so.” She lifted her head to peer across the room. “I really should be getting home. It’s almost midnight.”

“Why don't you stay?” The words slipped out on their own and for a moment, he inwardly winced. Way to go, jackass. You probably just scared her off.

“Stay?”

“Yeah. Why not? I mean, unless you don’t want to, which I’d understand, of course.”

She smiled at him. “Would you like me to stay?”

Hell, yes!

But he had to play it cool, so he said, “Only if you want to.”

“Frerin.”

“Okay, yes. I’d like it if you did.” The sheets rustled as he shifted to ease over her. “I want to see what you look like in the morning.”

“I’m more troll than woman come sunrise.”

“I find that hard to believe.” He dipped to brush her lips with his, then drew back to add, “You’re fucking gorgeous, Lena.”

“You’re only saying that because I ended your dry spell.”

“Well, that’s true—that you ended it, that is—but I’m saying it because it’s true. I thought so when I came into the room to examine your daughter. And you are, you know.”

“Thank you.” She slid her arms about his waist and it was all he could do to not shiver as she traced her fingernails along his back. Each stroke made his eyelids heavier, and when he kissed her again, her hands came flat against his back and she pulled him against her. 

He rolled carefully, tugging her atop him, his hands skimming along her back, down over the rise of her ass. She broke the kiss to sit back, straddling his hips as she trailed her fingers along his chest, brushing about his nipples to send renewed heat swirling through him. The very sight of her was enough to arouse him, her skin creamy and flawless, her dark hair streaming over her breasts, teasing him with hints and peeks through the ebony strands.

He couldn’t resist, but reached up to trace his fingertip about her left nipple, smiling as it slowly shrank into a tight bead and her eyes grew sleepy and seductive. She caught her full bottom lip between her teeth as he continued tracing that tiny circle, and little by little, he felt a hint of dampness against him. 

With his free hand, he slid into the shadow between her thighs to find her wet already, and his fingers slipped into the silky damp heat, smiling as her breath hitched and her one hand came up to cup her unattended breast. He bit back a groan as she pinched her nipple and slowly rocked against his hand, riding it as she grew wetter still. 

He slipped a finger inside her and stroked, feeling about teasingly for that small spongy swelling along her front wall, smiling as she tightened about his finger and rolled her hips slowly. Her breath hitched. She snagged her bottom lip between her teeth. A soft moan rolled toward him. When he found what he sought, he stroke as gently as he knew how, smiling as she suddenly squeezed him and murmured, “Mmmm…”

Her breath quickened. Her body trembled. She moved faster against him, but before he could push her over the edge, she slid her hand down along her waist, and reached down to gently pull him free, then she whispered, “Hold that thought,” as she lifted his hand to his cock and folded his fingers about himself. “And think of me until I come back.”

Heat flashed through him and he bit back another groan as he tightened his grip on himself and slowly stroked from base to tip, his body tensing as she whispered, “Good boy,” and eased down from the bed to go into the bathroom.

Another stroke and a moan floated to his lips. She hadn’t really even touched him, and he was on the brink of coming already. Everything inside him twisted and tightened as his hand slid up and down faster along his shaft, his pre-cum making each stroke silky and smooth. His breath caught. His body tensed. He teetered on the edge—

“Stop.” She caught his wrist as he was about to go over the edge and he swore softy at the frustration of pent-up, unspent arousal that created a powerful ache that was as delicious as it was maddening. 

“Stop… oh, fuck… Lena…”

“You’ll get what you want,” she purred, leaning over to trace the tip of her tongue along the base of his cock toward the tip. His hips bolted of their own as her mouth closed about him and he twisted a handful of the sheet beneath him as fire ripped though him. 

Then she pulled back, bringing a strangled moan to his lips. Through the haze of fiery arousal and aching need fogging his brain, he heard the soft tear of a condom packet and then let out a hard breath as she pulled free and rolled the condom over his cock. The bed shifted. She straddled him once more.

“Oooh, thank fuck…” His moan almost bounced off the walls and every fiber in his body tightened as he watched his cock slide into her and she seated him fully inside her. A slow, teasing roll of her hips, and his body burst into flames.

She rode him so slowly, he thought he’d lose it entirely, as the sight of her pulling away, and then him slipping back into her was enough to bring him to the edge. She tensed about him, every inch of her silky and hot and delicious and she smiled as he reached to slip hand between them.

He found what he sought, the silken bead of her clit, and worked it slowly, the pad of his finger slipping in a slow circle about it to make her squeeze him tighter. He forced his heavy eyelids to remain open, watching as her breasts undulated with each roll, and she moved faster now as he teased her mercilessly. She grew slick and hot once more, and he wanted to make her squirt again, whispering, “Come for me, beautiful girl…”

“Oh, keep doing that, and I will,” she promised, her hips moving faster. She leaned forward to brace her hands on his chest, riding him faster now, slick and hot and on the very edge with him. He felt it in the way she spasmed about him, pulsing in a delicious rhythm that had him pumping into her as black dots danced before his eyes. She tensed about him, his fingers coated with her climax as she threw her head back and surrendered to the moment, her body pulsing madly about his and squeezing his orgasm free.

He came in a fiery flash, arching hard to go deep as everything inside him turned over and it was his turn to give himself entirely to her. His hands clamped on her thighs, his body surged into hers, and he couldn't hold back his, “Lena!” as he spilled into her. 

“Frerin… oh, God!” Her cry echoed around them and then, as quickly as it happened, she collapsed against him and he caught her easily, cradling her against him as she trembled furiously. 

“Shh… easy, love…” he murmured, her breath hot, hard blasts against the side of his neck. He felt dizzy all over again, not at all sure he wasn't about to pass out as he just held her until she calmed. 

“Oh, my god… that was… I have never felt anything like this… not fucking ever…” she managed to whisper, then brushed the side of his neck with a gentle kiss. 

He smiled into the darkness, tightening his arms about her as he let his eyes close. He couldn't remember the last time he’d felt such peace, such utter, amazing serenity as he felt at that very moment, with this woman in his arms. 

She carefully eased off him and he groaned softly. “I hate this part.”

“I know, but…”

“I know.” He carefully sat up, still not one hundred percent sure he wasn't about to pass out. When he was more confident he could walk, he padded into the bathroom to clean up and when he came back, Elena was stretched out on her stomach, just watching him with a soft smile on her lips.

He came around the far side of the bed and slid in next to her, curving against her as he gently swept her hair away from her neck and leaned over to sweep a kiss along the curve of her shoulder. 

She rolled toward him, snuggling up against him, and tucked her head against his chest. “This was a wonderful Christmas, Frerin.”

“Mmm…” he murmured, tightening his arm about her shoulders. “It really was.”

Her hand came to rest on his stomach, her fingers brushing back and forth, the rhythm making it impossible to keep his eyes open. So, he gave up trying and drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep for the first time in months.