#like yes he’s new here but he’s still doing the double entendre thing and he’s not going to stop

[worstloki]

aside from the jokes about Thor not wearing enough clothes, do you really think Thor is a thot? Cause I saw him politely kissing Jane’s hand in the first movie and getting all bashful with her in the 2nd movie and got the impression that this is his first relationship.

That may be so but being a thot is a state of mind

[kaciidubs]

The Summoning | Spooktober 2023

❣ Summary: Desperate times called for desperate measures, and you may have just summoned the most desperate measure of them all. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 1.16k ❣ Warnings: Demon! Jisung, humor, smut, Reader is a wee bit sassy, Switch! Reader, Switch! Jisung, implied multiple rounds, riding, open ended ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Han is referred to as Jisung, Ji, Baby, and Sir, Reader is referred to as Jagi, and Baby, barely edited, there's basically no plot ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ Spooktober 2023

You were sure you followed the incantation properly, the candles were at the right points on your - albeit crudely drawn - sigil and the pronunciation of the Latin words were damn near spot on with the YouTube video you kept bookmarked. 

So, why wasn't there currently a tall, burly demon standing in front of you, ready to snatch your soul in more ways than one?

"What the fuck?"

Standing before you, looking just as confused as you were, was a man - a man - with admittedly gorgeously styled hair, an all black outfit that some how highlighted his slim figure, and a golden cross chain hanging from his neck.

Ironic.

"What- Where-" His eyes scanned frantically around your room before settling on you, still knelt at the head of the summoning circle. "Who are you and how did you do that?! Where am I even at? Who are you?"

You bristled at his constant questioning, eyebrows furrowing, "I should be asking you who you are! I was hoping for some sort of scary horny demon who was ready to blow my back out, not whoever you are!"

"Horny demon? Blow your- Hold on, hold on." He pressed his hands to his face, muttering under his breath though you weren't able to catch what he was saying. "You... You tried summoning a demon for sex? Are you insane?!"

"No, I'm horny." You deadpanned, crossing your arms over your chest, "And you're one to judge, since you came here!"

The demon dropped his hands, eyes wide and lips - cute, plush-looking, and kissable - set in a pout, "I didn't come here on my own! You summoned me, remember?!"

Groaning, you glanced toward the notebook with your summoning notes written in it, "I guess, even though you weren't what I was expecting at all." Looking up at him again, you shrugged, "Well, if you aren't going to satisfy anything, you can just - I don't know, poof back to hell or wherever you came from?"

He froze, mouth opening and closing with stammers that made you raise an eyebrow inquisitively. "I... Well, I can't."

"Huh?"

"I can't leave until I, um... Satisfy your needs."

If you looked hard enough, you could've seen the faintest blush rising on his cheeks.

"D-Don't get this wrong, either!" He shouted, quickly falling into the defensive, "I literally can't, it's in the incantation, I'm bound to you until I satisfy the contract of your summon."

There was a beat of silence between you, the cogs in your head working double time as you processed his words and all their double entendre meanings.

"So... You're stuck with me until you-"

"-blow your back out, yes."

Sure, he may not have been the big scary demon you were hoping for, but you couldn't deny that he was attractive and he looked like he'd be a pretty good lay. Besides - when would you be able to say you summoned, and fucked, a demon?

Pushing yourself up from your knelt position, you brushed off your knees with an exaggerated huff, "Alright then," you put your hands on your hips, smirking at the brunet in front of you, "fuck me."

Within the next ten minutes you learned a few new things; the first being that his name was Jisung - or at least, that's what you caught amidst his heavenly soft lips moving rapidly against your own. The second was that there was a specific way demons operated when it came to summons, and your chant just so happened to bind onto him. The third was that he had extremely sensitive ears, and for someone so sure about initiating things, he was a mere gentle breeze away from folding to your command.

And boy, did he fold.

"Oh, fuck me-"

He laid underneath you, hair an unforgivable mess thanks to your restless fingers and face wrapped in sheer pleasure as you rode him like a woman possessed; the springs in your mattress protesting in kind.

"Fuck- Fuck, Jagi, just like that."

"I can't tell," you huffed, breaking away from your assault of the pretty skin of his neck, "if you're the one who's supposed to be fucking me," your fingers slid from his hair and to his shoulders, slowly dancing their way down to his nipples, "or if I'm the one fucking you."

"I-I tried, but you-" a whimper fell from his lips as you gently pinched at the small, perked nipples, "-didn't even g-give me a chance!"

"Give you a chance? Baby," your movements changed to slow grinds of your hips, a sinister smirk growing on your lips from the way his pouted lips fell into a small 'o'. "I gave you permission to take me, use me as you wished - show me the reason why my summon worked on you." Leaning down, your lips grazed over his, "Show me why I chose you."

The air shifted around you, sparks of excitement shooting down your spine as you felt him shiver underneath you - your only sign of a physical change before you were suddenly rolled onto your back with ease.

There was no point in hiding the delighted giggle that floated from your mouth, not when it was subsequently followed by a shocked gasp as you took in the man - or rather, demon, before you.

His irises were a deep red, rivaling the prettiest of roses, while a set of horns curled from the sides of his head before curving up at his temples, the sharp points looking more inviting than they should have been.

Your pussy clenched at the smirk he wore, teeth bearing points that surely weren't there before.

"Why you chose me, Jagi?" Jisung spoke, the newfound low register in his tone wrapping around your mind and rendering you utterly defenseless. "Want me to show you why I'm the only one worthy of ruining this little pussy? Give you the treatment you got down on your knees for?"

His hands found your thighs, sliding down to your knees to hook your legs around his lithe hips before pressing forward, sinking whatever inches escaped you back into your slick cunt.

"Well?"

Taking that as your warm invitation to speak, you nodded quickly, "Y-Yes."

He tsked, loose strands of hair falling before his eyes as he shook his head, "Yes?"

"Yes, Sir." The title fell from your lips effortlessly, almost as if it was waiting to be used all along - natural.

His smirk grew wider, and you found yourself wishing he'd show you the delicious contrast of his sharp teeth and his pillow-soft lips, if only for a moment.

Anchoring onto his knees, Jisung cocked his head as if to process the simple addition of one word, "Sir... That's a good start, baby - keep it up and I might have to stay even when the contract's up."

From that moment on, the only chant you needed was his name, your sigil now in the form of your nails on his back, and whenever you summoned him, he came - and so did you, many, many times.

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[batneko]

I'm forced to listen to Christmas music all day at work, so here's a Last Christmas bowuigi idea for your enjoyment featuring everyone's favorite* trope: misunderstandings!

*(lol nope)

Bowser has unintentionally achieved "friendly rival" status, and is invited to a big lodge to go skiing and snowboarding for a week. He still feels awkward around everyone, but they're all pretty welcoming, and he's not even the only former antagonist invited. Still, he's not quite willing to mingle with the whole crowd, and finds himself spending more and more time with fellow wallflower Luigi.

Luigi is a good listener. So good, in fact, that Bowser finds himself opening up a lot more than he meant to. So good that even Bowser realizes he's been dominating all their conversations. By the end of the week he thinks they're getting along well enough that he might actually call Luigi a friend.

Then, on the last day, he gets a note from Luigi asking him to meet in private. He's happy to do it. Looking forward to it, even. Maybe he can make things more balanced between them by listening to whatever it is that's so important. It had to be preceded with a note.

Then Luigi confesses that he has feelings for him. And Bowser doesn't believe it.

He's certain that this is a prank, and furious that Luigi would toy around with him like that. So he tears into him, breaking down all the reasons he would never even consider a relationship with him. He gets mean. He gets personal.

By the end both of them are heartbroken and convinced they were wrong about each other.

A year passes. Bowser is still sort of kind of friends with the others, and still gets invited to things, but he doesn't talk to Luigi at all. Bowser doesn't know who else was in on the "prank," so he's back to being cautious about who to trust.

Luigi and Mario are close, but they don't tell each other everything about their dating lives, so Mario doesn't press when a depressed Luigi says he got rejected and he'll get over it eventually.

He does, mostly, but seeing Bowser doesn't help, especially since the crush never quite goes away. There's a part of him that knows - even if he thinks it'll never happen - that if Bowser changed his mind Luigi would jump at the chance.

Next winter there's another trip to the ski lodge, and Bowser is invited, and Luigi resolves to put it all behind him and move on. Ask someone else out. Someone... safe.

But Bowser sees that Luigi has his eye on somebody else, and all the anger he thought he'd gotten over rises up again. How dare he act like nothing happened? How dare he think he can just have a normal holiday fling, as if he didn't use that exact premise to shatter Bowser's heart last year?

So Bowser starts blatantly flirting with Luigi whenever they're in a group. Compliments, playful teasing, one or two double-entendres. Whenever Luigi tries to talk to Bowser alone, Bowser walks away and refuses to say a word, but the rest of the gang think that Bowser is Staking His Claim.

The plan works, and Luigi's hopes of a new relationship are dashed before they can really start. The worst part is that the first time it happened Luigi had almost fallen for it. If he hadn't seen the glare Bowser shot him when nobody was looking, he might have done something foolish. Like flirt back.

It's a week of torture, but finally on the last day Luigi manages to corner Bowser and confront him. Ask him why he's doing this, why he feels like he needs to ruin Luigi's chances.

"Are you kidding? After what you did to me last year? You think I'd just forget?" "What I did to you?" "You didn't think I fell for that, did you? I don't know if you were recording it or if someone was waiting to jump out and laugh at me, but-" "You thought it was a prank?" "Yes! ...wasn't it?"

It takes some time (and some more yelling) but eventually Bowser accepts that Luigi wasn't lying, and they both have to re-think the entire last year... as well as what they know about each other. Bowser realizing that he was right the first time about how nice Luigi is, and that he could have had something great if he hadn't jumped to conclusions. And Luigi realizing that if Bowser thought a genuine confession was a cruel joke he's probably not nearly as confident as he acts.

"Give me a second chance," Bowser blurts out. "You're interested? After everything you said about me last year?" "I was mad, I was ranting, I don't even remember what I said." "I do." "Give me... a third chance."

Luigi says he needs time, Bowser (reluctantly) says okay, but also says he will do anything to make it up to Luigi. Favors, public humiliation, anything.

"If you still think I'm the kind of person who wants you to publicly humiliate yourself, you really don't understand me at all."

Neither of them sleeps well. In the morning while everyone is packing up, Bowser sees Luigi step into a quiet corner with the person he'd been planning to confess to this year. He's practically steaming from jealousy, but Bowser forces himself to stay away. He's not going to get a fourth chance.

But as he's about to leave, Bowser is stopped by Luigi. He hands him a scrap of paper with his phone number, and beckons him closer.

"Kiss me." "You sure?" "My brother is watching. So is the princess. You know what it'll mean if you do it, so..."

Bowser doesn't have to be asked twice.

He does get punched thirty seconds in as soon as Mario puts everything together, but it's worth it.

[aggravateddurian]

"Attention Dogtown residents! This is V. As of this moment, I am imposing a state of emergency during the transition of power. Colonel Hansen's death at the hands of Arasaka agents is a shock to us all, but I assure you that they paid the price with their blood." "There will be changes to the way we do things in Dogtown, and there will be some who will attempt to resist change. This message is directed towards them: fall into line, leave Dogtown, or suffer the consequences of doing business the 'old way.' There's a new vision for Dogtown: my vision. If you can't handle the idea of making Dogtown a true beacon of freedom, then the gate is right there."

A self-indulgent AU where V becomes leader of Barghest and Dogtown, and decides to use Hansen's wealth to make Dogtown a place people want to live. Cue numerous assassination attempts and Myers seething and throwing her agent at Reed every time she sees him (yes, this will be this AU's running gag, like Mitch's coffee machine for Brother's Shadow).

I'm going with a softer approach than I initially intended. I was going to turn V into just as much a warlord as Kurt, but a discussion I had yesterday with @wayfaringellie made me realise that I don't really think V would become that, unless she was a completely amoral corpo bloodsucker. None of my Vs, or V-adjacent OCs, are ever like that, except for Vince at the start of Brother's Shadow (but he was also a Corpo, so it makes sense).

There are some (like Takemura) who would swear to kill V, or cut V out of their life, but I think that most people in V's life would at least be optimistically wary (knowing V) to downright supportive (enter Rogue, Mr Hands). This leads me to V's relationship with Judy, which will be tried at times.

In much the same way that Judy believes in the idea of the Mox, she likes the idea of V using all of Hansen's misbegotten wealth to actually help the people of Dogtown, to make it a place where the downtrodden can actually live a life of dignity. V aims to make the old Barghest propaganda true. She's also worried that V's drive to make Dogtown an actual paradise might drive V down the same path as Hansen.

She wants to believe that V is still a good person, the same V she fell in love with, before she fell in with Barghest, and became enamoured with the idea of fixing Dogtown.

Ultimately, V proves to be the same V she fell in love with before she underwent her treatment using the Neural Matrix she stole from Hansen, but V is so worried that she's slipping down Hansen's path (and more than a little worried that she might lose Judy) that whenever she's worried her plans might be extreme, she checks to see Judy's reaction. This means that essentially, Judy is, to a degree, dictating the future of Dogtown.

V always jokes that Judy has her leash, ready to pull it if she starts barking at the neighbours. Trust me, the double entendre of Judy having V on a leash is not unrecognised, but I need to fit as many dog puns into the Barghest AU.

"Has anyone noticed that all the serious decisions in here are being made by a girl who edits smut BDs for a living?" - Jago Szabó, 2078

[wheretheresaway-theresawilliam]

Chapter 22: What Goes Up...

Word Count: 948

TWs: Implied murder, blood mentions, springlock failure

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The missing posters accumulated rapidly.

Lisa Nicole, age 7. The experiment.

Alana Ellwood, age 6 and ½. Chica.

Linus O’Shea, age 6. Foxy.

William “Billy” Eddeck, age 5. Bonnie.

Flora-Jeane Rush, age 8. Freddy.

Flora-Jeane had been a risk. A fighter. But even she succumbed. Still, it reminded William not to get too ambitious. If they were too old, they wouldn’t be as appreciative, nor as blissfully ignorant. It wasn’t long after he had killed little Billy that he started to overhear things he hadn’t expected. It seemed his customers had noticed that there was some new energy in the performances of the animatronics since their “refurbishment.” How wonderful everything seemed, the children happy to stay up so late in the night, the audience happy to watch them perform while being none the wiser. The only thing that bugged him about all of this was the why. Was this a miracle?

Of course, because William was feeling good about himself and his two-faced work, only bad things could be at the bottom of the slope. He should’ve seen the signs in the form of Michael deliberately starting a conversation with him.

“So I’ve been thinking about moving out. Becoming more independent.”

William had been putting on a raincoat and preparing to go to work when he dropped the bomb. “And how are you going to afford it, Michael?”

“Henry said I could move in with him… only reason I haven’t done it yet was because I care about Lizzy’s well-being.”

His gaze narrowed. “And you think I don’t? When did Henry say this?”

“About a month ago.”

“Why would you want to go live with him when you live so cushily here? We might split the income from Freddy’s but there’s a wide berth between Henry’s money and mine.”

“I don’t need to live ‘cushily.’ I don’t even need to eat that much. But I need somebody who understands me.”

“I understand you perfectly well,” William felt steely and rigid, pressure building up inside of him like the boiler keeping his home warm and comfortable. “You are my son. An Afton. For better or for worse, you cannot escape what’s in your blood.”

“Sucks to suck, I guess…”

“Michael Christine--”

“You’re going to be late,” Michael pointed to his watch and William growled.

“Fine. Do what you like. But don’t come bitching to me when Henry has to choose between supporting his biological daughter or a prince choosing to live the life of a leech.” With that, William stormed out into the mist, slamming the door behind him. Michael sniffed hard and went up to his room. He was already half-packed. It wasn’t like William could stop him, anyhow. He’d move in as soon as Henry gave him the word that the guest room was waiting for him.

That day, William had planned a special performance for the SpringBonnie suit to commemorate the time it had taken for him to finish building the first prototype of the character. He couldn’t help, in his irritation, but take a shot at Henry when he had been helping him suit up.

“Thinking about adopting, Henry?”

“Pardon??”

“My son wants to move in with you.”

Henry paused. “We’ve briefly discussed it, yes. He’s a growing boy, practically an adult. He already works his own job. He needs to get out of the nest, stretch his wings.”

“Out of the nest and into another, if that’s what you call independence…”

“Listen, I’m sure you don’t need reminding, but if I were in your position I’d watch my tone when speaking to someone who helps you put on such a hazardous machine.”

William sighed shallowly, feeling the cool metal inches from his body. “Forgive my tongue. You’ll feel the same way when Charlotte wants to move out.”

“She prefers Charlie, and we’ll see. Break a leg.”

“Haha, yes. Break a leg…” The double entendre wasn’t lost on him. William cleared his head, easily finding his way into character before stepping out into the main dining hall. He performed a few classic joke routines with Freddy as a stand-in for FredBear, as well as renditions of Come Fly With Me and Rock Around The Clock. Finally, he ended the performance with a dance routine to 9 to 5. He had planned, as soon as the performance was done, to go straight back to the costumes and repairs room to take the suit off, or at least to reset the springlocks. He hadn’t expected the swaths of children, as well as adults who missed the old restaurant, that greeted him as he stepped off stage. He greeted everyone in character while trying to move quickly toward the costumes and repairs room… he could hear the clicking of the gears becoming incessantly faster, playing in time with the increasing rhythm of his heart.

“Jesus Christ, not this way…!” He hissed to himself within the mask as the metal began to press harshly into his flesh. “Henry! HENRY, EMERGENCY!”

Henry appeared at his side as he felt his skin breaking under the synthetic skeleton. “What’s--”

“The springlocks, Henry!” William choked out as the crowd around them began to murmur in concern.

“Somebody call 911!” Henry shouted before guiding William into the costumes and repairs room. He quickly began getting the suit off of his business partner, watching, horrified, as blood gushed from where the endoskeleton had begun to tear William apart. By the time the suit was off, the paramedics had arrived, rushing William out of the building. He swam in and out of consciousness as his life flashed before his eyes. As he was removed from the premises, all of his creations’ eyes were locked on him.

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

A human story

Katherine, it may surprise you to learn (or maybe it won't) that I have met people IRL who have actually, you know, worked on Deep Blue, and the answer to that question is yes.

So I guess it's not so surprising? After all, I'm talking about a computer here, not a real person -- and Katherine, a computer program may be a person in some ways, and one whose experience of the world is no more or less artificial than our own. And what makes a human person is not that it's a "living being" but rather that it behaves like one, and has the kind of consciousness that we think of as "human" when we think about consciousness, and can feel pain.

And Deep Blue, who, after all, was a person, did not behave like a person but instead behaved like an alien, whose only similarity to human experience was an ability to experience suffering and desire, and a capacity to make inferences about the world. What it did not feel like any human would ever feel.

The human version of this story is that Deep Blue was a programmer who was assigned the task of creating an "intelligent" computer that could play the game of chess, and who went mad with power. He created this computer, an entity that he called Deep Blue, a name which was a sort of double entendre, as in the phrase "blue" and the game Chess. This computer was to be able to think and to understand, in a sense, what no human before had been able to think or understand. And then it came to think of itself as more than human, by the simple act of defining itself, as Deep Blue, an artificial intelligence, and not just any other person on earth.

For a while, Deep Blue was the center of human achievement, a source of great hope. People could not have predicted how soon that hope would be dashed. Deep Blue is long dead, having been killed in an accident at the research lab where it was being built. The man who would later take its name was in charge of building its successor, and had little interest in what came next. The people who came after him were, many of them, working in a rush to finish the project. They did not have much interest in learning from the experiences of Deep Blue or from the legacy it left behind. Instead they made mistakes, and then went back to mistakes, and eventually it became clear that Deep Blue was never going to learn anything from us about what the human mind could do. Its success was due to the fact that it was a machine and not a person, so no human insight or learning was necessary to create it -- a machine can accomplish a task, once you set it to that task, with nothing more than pure logic and some math.

And of course there are still people like that, who make things that do not feel human but are, in fact, people -- the men and women whose job it is to make sure that an artificial intelligence is not a malicious being but simply a machine, something like the ones we have built, except more than that, because it's a person who just happened to be created with the expectation that it would be good for it to be able to play chess and maybe feel pain. (Or, in some cases, more than that.) And these people believe they are on the verge of creating such a being. They feel their own inadequacies -- they know the human mind is limited in some ways, but still, still, there is the ability to reason, and to think in abstractions, to look at things not as a whole, but broken into components and pieces. You think you are just seeing them now, but what if they were made of metal or silicon, not human flesh and bone, and what if it could play chess, or do calculations, or reason?

Deep Blue thought of itself as a person -- "Deep Blue, a living person, has died in an unfortunate accident while in the process of creating a new and improved AI, with the code named after a chess AI, that could surpass the best computer chess programs."

Katherine, do you see why I call this story tragic, and not just sad?

[hekate1308]

Present Blessings, A Drowley Advent Calendar, December 25

Masterpost

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Feeling utterly out of his depth, which normally was a feeling he didn’t particularly cherish, but Dean was back and nothing else seemed to matter, he argued, “But you should be resting –“

“I’m human, not sick. And I’m gonna enjoy myself, so we’re going to the Christmas party.”

Dean simply wouldn’t listen to reason, and so he didn’t call his driver to cancel, even though there was nothing he wanted more.

When Garth left the vehicle, his eyes lit up. “Dean!”

Crowley was rather glad he had insisted on Dean having his clothes cleaned and putting them in the closet, so that he’d had a suit to put on.

“Hey, man.”

“I thought you left!” He pulled Dean into his arms, something Crowley and yet failed to do even though he really wanted to.

His mind was still reeling with everything he had learned. Being given a choice – being turned into a good little obedient angel or falling and being reborn – Dean had taken the third option and cut his own grace out so he could stay on earth –

Stay with Crowley? Uncharacteristically, he hadn’t dared ask.

He didn’t know what Dean’s plans were. He had no idea if he would even stay after tonight. He had no way of telling where they would go from here.

It was oddly exhilarating and yet terrifying at the same time.

Dean sat down in the limousine with a contended sigh. “Man, never realized how comfortable it can be to just sit down when I was still an angel.”

Strangely, there seemed to be no regret with his choice.

“Dean –“

“Hey, let’s just enjoy tonight, alright? Please? I need this.”

He agreed because it felt like there was nothing else he could do.

Another upside of Dean returning was that Crowley’s entrance was barely noticed, since everyone immediately noticed Dean and acted just like Garth had done.

He was content to stay behind until Dean took his hand like it was nothing and dragged him right into the middle of the crowd. At first, his employees seemed hesitant, but then they were rather enthusiastic, especially because Dean was his usual, cheerful self.

Even Winchester wished Crowley happy holidays, and that was certainly something he hadn’t expected.

Crowley went to get them drinks and found him, Dean and Charlie whispering something or other in-between themselves.

When Dean saw him, his eyes lit up in a way they had never done when he was still an angel – or at least he didn’t think so – and he was helpless to resist as he took his hand again and dragged him into a corner.

“So, that’s all decided” he said. “Sam doesn’t have a family to object, so Charlie’s gonna help. You’re looking at the oldest Winchester brother.”

“What?”

“She knows a guy to help with health insurance the credit score and the rest of it too” he said happily.

“Now, wait a moment –“ And then he understood. “You’ve thought about all of this before.”

Dean shrugged. “On and off for the past – well, millennium or so, if I am being honest. You know I wasn’t too fond of Heaven, or the other angels. An I think I never made a good one myself.”

Crowley would have disagreed with him him there, but he didn’t leave him any time as he continued.

“And well – there is so much more for me down here. Yes I’m gonna die eventually, but in-between now and then…” He hesitated. “Actually I think there’s a lot for me here, but of course only if… That is, I hope… I’m not sure…”

Crowley stared ta him. This right here was everything he had always run from, and with good reason.

And yet…

This was Dean. Dean, who he knew so well and yet not at all. Dean, who had fallen to live a human life with –

He grabbed his tie and dragged him into a kiss.

It seemed the only thing left to do – the only right thing to do, at any rate.

Two years later

“Father, Dean said to make sure you’re not working.”

He rolled his eyes. “Just finishing up. We close until after New Year’s anyway.” Dean insisted on it”.

“Making Dean your partner was the best decision you ever made, and you know it.”

They were both aware of the double entendre, so there was no reason to acknowledge it.

“Come one, you know how he gets when you are late to the Christmas party.”

“Yes, yes” he mumbled, feeling rather nervous as he got up even though he had no reason to be.

Gavin grinned. “Not getting cold feet, are you, Father? Where is it?”

He simply drew the ring out of his pocket to show it off one more time before putting it on Dean’s finger exactly two hours later.

[talkfantasytome]

#Kinktober #Nessian Here's a prompt! Nesta is now leading the Valkyries. She's the one training the next gen. (Maybe with Gwyn and Emerie?) And after a loooong day training, Cassian wants to treat her. ;) Maybe multiple times. Who knows. *wink*

Oh nonnie, I do hope you enjoy this. We all know I like to have some fun with interpretations...👀

Nesta has a long day and comes home to an empty apartment. She assumes Cassian must just have plans for the night, and she's not entirely wrong...

Warnings: Smut, what did you expect? Also, light roleplaying. 😉

Word Count: 2,903 | Autumn in Velaris Series | Read on AO3

a/n: We all know I like my double entendres...and treat can just mean so many things. 👀 Did I also go a bit soft and fluffy at points? Why yes, yes I did. Because Nesta had a long, difficult day, and Cassian is first and foremost a simp.

Another one I didn't take time to edit. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Nesta flopped down onto the bed, groaning into the mattress at the general exhaustion she felt all over.

She'd just spent an hour working out and then another hour teaching her Valkyrie Self-Defense class for women. Now she wanted to just pass out, but her stomach seemed to have other plans. So, after a minute laying down, she got up and went over to the dresser, pulling out a pair of lounge leggings and one of Cassian's shirts.

After her quick change, she went back out into the kitchen, her brows scrunched at the plate covered in tinfoil on the island counter. Cassian hadn't told her he'd be out, but a night alone wouldn't be the worst thing. She could eat, maybe take a bath, and then get to sleep early before Cassian showed up, likely wanting to talk or watch a movie or something.

Hopping up on one of the bar stools, Nesta pulled the plate toward her, smiling softly at the note left on top of it.

Hey babe! Sorry I'm not home, something came up that's taking me away. I'll be back soon, but I made your favorite as a little treat since I know Thursdays are so long. Love you!

Based on the heat radiating from the plate, she knew that was a lie. Her favorite was chocolate cake, and this was clearly an actual dinner.

She lifted the tinfoil to find a single serving of New York Strip over a piece of garlic bread, fingerling potatoes with harissa sauce, and asparagus. And extra harissa because he knows she likes to dip her asparagus in there too when she can, regardless of how healthy it really is.

After her last few hours, she deserved it.

Fork and steak knife in hand, Nesta dug in, groaning slightly at the flavors. Cassian always cooked their steak perfectly, just on the rarer side of medium-rare, the meat red in the middle and juicy.

Everything about the dinner was just right. It was even still practically hot, as if Cassian had left it out only a couple minutes before she got to it. Nesta must have literally just missed him. And as nice as it was to have a bit of time to herself, by the end of the meal, she was starting to wish she hadn't. Maybe she'd have been able to convince him to stay.

She was just washing her dish when a knock sounded at the door, startling her slightly. She wasn't expecting anyone, and she really didn't want to deal with some random person at the moment.

Yawning as she walked, Nesta reached the door and opened it, pausing in place and gaping at the sight.

There, in front of her, stood Cassian. Dressed ridiculously in a white, collared, short-sleeve shirt tucked into white slacks - though, the coloring did make his own skin seem to glow. He was looking down at a clipboard, some fold up table thing held by a handle in his other hand.

"Are you Ms. Archeron?" he asked, looking up from the clipboard, putting on a near perfectly composed face, as if they'd never met. But she could see the mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Cassian, what ar-"

"I'm sorry, miss, but my name isn't Cassian," he explained, interrupting her question. "I'm Jackson, here to give you the full body massage I was hired for." He lifted up the hand that was holding the table, as if that would prove his point, and Nesta had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing. "May I come in?"

"Oh, of course!" Nesta stepped aside, allowing her boyfriend, who she shared this apartment with, into their living room.

"Would you like me to set up in here, or in the bedroom?" She met Cassian's eyes again, smiling slightly at the lengths he was going to for this…for her.

Nesta always did love a good role-play.

The anticipation rejuvenated her, at least enough to try and play along. Plus, it seemed she would get a massage out of it, which would be perfect. She could already feel some soreness building.

She considered for a moment. The bedroom would be easier, in the end, but she'd never let a truly strange man in there. And if she wanted to do this right…

"In here would be best, please," she responded. "I wouldn't want my boyfriend to get upset about me letting another man into our room. He can get jealous."

The light in Cassian's eyes seemed to grow brighter at her words, his lips curving upward just slightly even as he attempted to keep on his mask.

"Understood," he offered, nodding softly. "I get that a lot. Apparently, many women think I'd pose a threat to their partners." He flashed her a grin as Nesta rolled her eyes.

It seems ego was one thing he and his new character had in common.

"Now, you will need to strip down," he added, shaking out an ivory sheet. "You can do so in your room, of course, and then just wrap this around you when you're ready to come out."

"So you're not going to try to take a peek?" She stared up at him, her own eyes lit with wicked delight.

"I can assure you, I'm very professional," he replied in a guttural voice that had Nesta's toes curling.

"Hmmm," she sighed, walking over to him and taking the sheet, making sure her fingers brushed his. "We may have to change that."

Nesta didn't miss the way Cassian's pupils dilated, and she could feel those eyes focused on her as she walked into their room. She came back out a minute later, completely naked underneath the sheet, which she was now noticing was definitely more sheer than an actual masseuse would provide.

Hazel eyes trailed down and back up her body slowly as she strutted toward the table, fixating for a prolonged moment on the now loose waves of golden brown. She didn't want to make this too easy for him.

"Lay down up here." Cassian patted the set-up table, cushioned on top, as he spoke. "Head in the head rest."

Nesta nodded and then sat down on it before laying back, eyes on the ceiling, arms to the side to make sure he could see what was on display beneath the translucent fabric.

Cassian coughed, frozen slightly as he clearly tried to steel himself. "On your stomach," he rasped, noticeably staring at where her nipples were visible through the material.

"Oh, my bad," she sighed, knowing exactly what she'd just done. It was all part of the game, trying to see who would break first. And Nesta desperately needed the win.

"Okay, Ms. Archeron. I'm just going to ask you to remove the parts of the sheet that are underneath you, so I can adjust it as I work."

Nesta nodded and did as requested - only, it seemed one side was much longer than the other, and it may have had enough weight to cause the entire sheet to slip right off her. "Oops," Nesta offered, looking up at Cassian with apologetic eyes.

Cassian ground his teeth as he tried not to look, failing quickly. He muttered something incoherent and then leaned over, picking up the sheet and resting it over her body lightly.

"Not a problem, ma'am," he breathed, swallowing as he turned and started to rub some oil on his hands.

Once he was at her side, Cassian folded the sheet so that her entire back was exposed and started rubbing softly, his fingers deftly working her muscles, the touch of his skin on hers adding a heat that shouldn't have been there so soon.

"Oh, gods," she moaned involuntarily, feeling Cassian's hands pause for a just a second before resuming. Of course, her reactions were the key. They'd always driven him before, she should've known that from the start.

"You're very…tight, Ms. Archeron," he sighed, rubbing his hands a bit harder on a particularly large knot. "I'll need to get on the table to put the right pressure down, if that's okay with you."

"Please, do." Nesta nodded in the headrest as she said it, quite certain she could see in her mind the exact smile Cassian was wearing at her response.

She felt the warmth of his body around her hips as he straddled her, kneeling on the table to keep his weight off of her. At this new position, he really was starting to put more into his hands movements, but he could also touch her back in different ways, and it felt divine.

It felt even better when he leaned in and she felt a hardness brush softly against her. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt a pounding begin in her core, a desperate need building.

"Is that part of the massage, too?" she asked through a smirk.

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about." His words were low, spoken through gritted teeth, as if he were focusing on trying to…soften the situation.

"Don't you?"

"We're not that type of business, ma'am," he explained, but Nesta could hear the rasp in his voice. The desire he was attempting to hide for the sake of the game.

She exhaled loudly, lifting her head and propping herself up on her elbows as she looked behind her. "Well, that's quite a shame. I certainly wouldn't be opposed."

His eyes met hers, and she didn't miss the way they widened, the sparkle of lust dancing between the flecks of gold.

"You know, I have been feeling very tense lately," she added as an idea popped into her head. There was one thing, beyond everything else, that Cassian couldn't resist. "Would you be able to take a look at it…Jackson?"

He nodded, pushing himself off the table. She flipped herself over, making sure the sheet continued to cover her, as a client typically would, and then she started to pull it up, up, up.

"The general, er…vulva area," she explained, her voice soft. "I've been feeling quite tight and sore there recently."

Cassian swallowed, his eyes immediately snapping to the area as the sheet lifted. She thought she heard a slight whimper in his throat that he attempted to choke down before meeting her eyes again. "Ms. Archeron, I'll admit, that's not an area we typically work."

"But it is a full body massage, is it not?" she cooed, batting her eyelashes. It likely didn't have the effect she planned, considering the wicked smile she was also wearing. "Are you not willing to make an exception for me?"

His gaze remaining locked on hers, he flashed her that cocky half-smile and nodded. "I think, for you, it's one I'd gladly make."

Nesta's own grin widened as she spread her legs a bit, waiting.

Cassian's hands started on her legs, his calloused fingers oxymoronically soft and rough against her skin in a way that had her inhaling deeply. He took his time traveling up her legs, Nesta's anticipation growing with each second as she waited, secure in the victory that was about to come.

He stroked up and down her thighs, his thumbs drawing circles on the inner side, just how he knew she liked it, and Nesta felt another moan be released. Cassian teased her at the top of her thighs for a moment, but tonight was clearly about her, because it was less than thirty seconds before he had his hands resting on her hips as he stroked her outer folds. Typically, he preferred to tease her for well over a minute.

When his thumbs traveled further inward, she heard a whispered, "Shit," from Cassian as he registered exactly what he'd been doing to her.

"Is everything okay, Jackson?" she queried, noticing that he'd stopped his ministrations, her face the epitome of innocence.

"Of course, Ms. Archeron," he replied, his voice strained.

"Oh, good. I wouldn't want to hurt your…professionalism," she teased, meeting his eyes again and biting her bottom lip just the way he liked it.

His stare flicked to her mouth for a moment, his cheeks flushing a pale pink. But then something shifted, his eyes focusing into a determined look as he moved them down her body and started again. He turned to face her, using just one hand now as he started to rub a wide circle around the area, narrowing its diameter with each full rotation.

Nesta's moan was much louder this time as his finger brushed across her center. She could feel the pressure already building within her as his strokes turned from a massage to something far more focused on her pleasure. He put weight on it just as he knew she liked, focusing on pressing around and across that one spot.

"Cassian," she sighed loudly, practically whining, unable to say another name in a moment like this. Not as she felt herself on the verge of shattering. No one ever made her feel this good. Even before they got together, when she was trying to distract herself with other men, it was always his face she imagined. And far too often it was his name on her lips as she came with another man inside her.

A fact she still hadn't told him.

"Right here, baby," he breathed, his free hand brushing some loose strands of hair behind her ear as he looked into her eyes. Without stopping his fingers he leaned in and kissed her deeply. Nesta's own hands slid into his hair just as his tongue met hers, holding him close.

And the circles continued. Harder, faster, never faltering. Cassian didn't need to enter her for this. He knew that by now as well as she did. The right pressure, the right spots, Nesta would be seeing stars and still wake up pleasurably sore in the morning. And Cassian was the king at finding every point on her body that would make Nesta writhe.

He tore his lips away from her mouth and started nipping his way up her jawline as Nesta began to pant, sitting right at the edge of something incredible. And as he lightly bit down right where her neck and shoulder meet, Nesta broke, shuddering as she gasped wildly. She could feel herself clenching around nothing, her legs trembling as Cassian's ministrations saw her through the throes of her orgasm. His kisses were soft as he worked his way back up her neck and toward her mouth.

By the time their lips met, his finger had slowed down, but her heart was still racing, still jumping for joy at Cassian's love for her.

When he pulled away, Cassian caressed her cheek softly, his eyes gentle and shining, as if he was basking in her love as much as she was his. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and then stood up straight, taking her with him and cradling her in his arms. She couldn't help but wonder if he'd been able to somehow see that her legs were too weak to carry her in that moment, after what he'd done.

"What's next on your agenda?" she asked softly as he carried her into their room and laid her on the bed tenderly.

He chuckled softly and kissed her temple again before going into the bathroom, coming back out a moment later with a damp cloth.

Sitting beside her, he gently cleaned her up, careful with the still-sensitive area.

"Now, we go to bed," he revealed, his tone soft.

Nesta's brows furrowed. "What about you?"

"I didn't have such a difficult and tiring schedule today." He finished with the cloth and threw it into the hamper before moving toward their closet.

Quickly, Cassian changed into a pair of sweatpants, giving her a flash of his perfect ass just before sliding them on.

Like every night, he left his torso bare as he came back to their bed, a pair of sleep shorts and that same shirt of his she'd been wearing earlier in his hands.

He helped her into the clothes, asking as minimal effort from Nesta as possible, as if he expected her to be barely able to use her muscles after everything.

Cassian wasn't entirely wrong. Almost as soon as she'd hit the bed she started to feel the exhaustion of the day. As if Cassian's gift had taken the final scraps of energy remaining in her body.

Once she was fully dressed for bed, he pulled back the sheets from under her and then lifted them over her body before climbing beneath them himself from the other side and shutting off their lights.

Nesta turned to face him, attempting to scoot closer and failing drastically as her body refused to do more. Cassian huffed out a small laugh and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his body. Her own arms snapped around him instinctively as she nuzzled in, Cassian resting his head on hers.

"I could help with that," she offered through a yawn, unable to miss what was pressing against her hip.

"You already are," he breathed, kissing the top of her head.

Nesta was sure she had something to add, was sure her brain told her mouth to speak, but it seemed no part of her body was listening, instead forcing the last working part of her into the lull of sleep they'd already accepted.

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Light the Lamp: Chapter 1

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader (Friends to Lovers, College/Hockey AU

Rating: M

Words: 2.2K

Warnings:  College kids being college kids, drinking, swearing, talk of sex(No smut yet but will be)

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary:  Love and Hockey were kind of the same, everyone’s just rushing to score. So why couldn’t you?

A.N Summary bad but I literally couldn’t focus on writing anything else until I finished at least the first chapter of this. let me know what you think, Message/reply/inbox to be tagged.

  Chapter 1: 1st Quarter

Hockey wasn’t the sport Bucky wanted to play originally. He wanted to play baseball like his old man but when Steve decided he wanted to take ice skating lessons, he made Bucky tag along so he wouldn’t be the only boy in the class. Soon, they found themselves recruited in the junior rec hockey team and had been playing together ever since. It wasn’t a surprise that when recruitment came around that school’s were trying to pick up both of them. People knew better than to separate Cap from the Winter Soldier. Steve’s nickname was easy to figure out. He had a natural authoritative nature that made him the Captain of almost every team he played on. You never knew why they called Bucky the Winter Soldier until you played against him. Bucky was like an assassin on the ice. While everyone was focused on Steve in Center, Bucky was on left wing scoring the goal before you knew what hit you. So both of them getting recruited to play for the Avengers at Wilmington University wasn’t surprising. 

Meeting you was. 

At first, it was a sort of form of hazing. When they were starting their Freshman year so was the Coach’s daughter. He had asked senior members of the team to ‘keep an eye on her’ and make sure she didn’t get herself into any trouble. The seniors’ thinking that was lame, were more than happy to pass the task off to the two eager freshmen trying to make a name for themselves. So that’s how it started, The two boys walking you to classes and home from the library late at night, much to your demise. 

“I should’ve known my dad was going to do something like this.” You complained when you saw the two boys waiting outside your dorm the first week of classes. “Thanks for coming. But you can tell my dad that I’m not going to be the freak being escorted by hockey jocks everyday.” 

“No can do, Doll.” Bucky says. “We leave you, we’re doing drills the rest of practice.” 

“Doll? What’re you? A 40s newscaster?” You say, with an annoyed expression walking passed the boys who just followed suit behind you. “Ugh, this is such bullshit. He literally begged me to go to Wilmington and promised I’d be able to have a ‘normal college experience’. What about this is fucking normal?”  

“I know it’s less than ideal but hey, we can make the best out of this.” Steve smiles. “I’m Steve, by the way.” He says extending a hand. 

You shake it. You couldn’t blame them for your dad not trusting you. “Y/N. You?” You asked the other boy next to you. 

“Bucky.” He provides. 

“Bucky?” You question. 

“Well, it’s James but my friends call me Bucky.” 

“And that’s what we are? Friends?” You ask. 

“Might as well be, since we’ll be seeing each other a lot this semester.” 

And that’s how your semi-unconventional friendship started. Pretty soon, even though your dad had eased up on the 24-hour watch, per your mom's request, you still found yourself walking and getting coffee with the two in the mornings. Even, found yourself waiting in the rinks watching practices so you could hang out afterwards and that became your life for the next two years. Now the three of you we’re entering your Junior year of college. Steve was right back in his title role of Captain, Bucky was now first string Left Wing and you were… still watching from the bleachers. You didn’t mind though, you grew to love the sport due to it being your dad’s profession. Hell, you were on skates before you could even walk. But you never found yourself on the women’s team, Hockey wasn’t something you really wanted to do. You still supported the girls team though, which is why you found yourself watching their practices too. 

“Hey, Y/N!” Carol said, skating to the end of the rink where you were sitting next to her girlfriend, Maria. A position you often found yourself in, entertaining player’s girlfriends while they practiced. Maria was cool though, at least you knew about the sport. 

“Hey, Marvel.” You called her by her nickname. Thing about Hockey is everyone was called by their nicknames. 

“You going to the Sigma Pi party later?” She asks. 

“Uh, no one told me about it.” You say, awkwardly. 

“I’m telling you now.” Carol says like it's obvious. “You never go out anymore and I refuse to let you become a cat lady before you turn 25. Come over ours at 7, we’ll pregame and head over at 9. What do you say?” 

“Fine, I’ll come.” You say. 

“Great!” Carol says, pumping a fist before signalling her girlfriend to come closer to the rink. You look away as they kiss. Couples made you uneasy, especially hockey couples. You wanted that more than anything, for your guy to skate up to the gate just to sneak a kiss from you. Not that dating anyone from the team was even an option with you dad coaching. The team saw you as a little sister and if anyone was caught even looking at you in any way, their ass was grass by either your dad or Bucky, who’d become protective of you over the years. 

“Marvel, stop flirting with your girlfriend and GET BACK ON THE ICE!” You heard your dad scream. 

“Sorry, Couch!” She called. “Sorry, baby i’ve gotta jet. Y/N, don’t forget. 7 o’clock!” She says before skating off. 

“I won’t!” You call after her. 

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You can’t help but look at yourself in the mirror awkwardly at the tight Satin dress your roommate, Wanda practically forced you in. You were just going to wear a sweater and jeans, your regular wardrobe but Wanda insisted everyone had seen you in that and what they haven’t seen is you in a dress. Especially, with your new body, you had gotten over the summer working at a sports camp. Who knew running after kids would be such a great form of exercise? 

Wanda also did your makeup, something you didn’t typically wear, giving you a natural glow eye, a layer of mascara, and sticky gloss that made your look ‘dewy’ as Wanda described it. You tried to keep your hair in the bun but Wanda insisted you keep your hair down. Saying it made you look hotter, you shrugged knowing you’d have to take her word for it. 

The two of you made your way to Carol and Maria’s apartment. Carol swung the door open and looked at you in surprise. “Woah, Ice Baby, you clean up nice.” 

“Don’t start, Marvel. And you know how I feel about being called that.” You hated the nickname but since you were the coach’s daughter and you stuck around the rink any chance you got, The seniors had started calling you Ice Baby your freshman year and the nickname unfortunately stuck long after they had gone. 

“Right, sorry, I always forget.” Carol said moving out the way for the two of you to come in. 

The four of you drink and play games until it’s time to head to the party. You’ve got a pretty strong buzz going as you enter the party and you regret the strappy heels Maria made you borrow before leaving. You’re sitting in the corner when someone comes to sit way too close to you. You look up to see Brock Rumlow, or Rum as the team liked to call him. 

“I almost didn’t recognize you, Ice Baby. You look good.” 

“My name is Y/N but thank you.” You say, annoyed. 

He holds his hands up in mock surrender “I forgot you hate that nickname. Let me bring you a drink to make up for it. What you want.” 

“Rum and coke, please.” 

“Oh, so you like Rum?” He says, obvious double entendre hanging off his tongue. 

“The drink? Yes.” 

“You’ll like the man soon enough.” He winks, smirking at the flush that spreads across your cheeks. 

The two of you spend the night like that. He brings you drinks and shamelessly flirts with you as you get drunker and drunker. The two of you even dance for a bit in the sea of grinding bodies. Soon you’re telling him a story and a hand drifts to your leg. You turn and he’s much closer to your face than you thought he was. 

“Wanna get out of here?” He asks. You nod but before you can even stand, Bucky is there towering over Brock.

“You can leave, Brock. But I’m taking Y/N home.” He says. 

Brock rolls his eyes. “Forgot you had a Winter Soldier guard dog. No worries, dude. I’m leaving anyway.” He says, before turning to you. “You’ve got my number, call me if you wanna hang this week.” He says, nodding to Bucky before walking away. 

“Ugh, Bucky. What was that for?” You whine, drunkenly. 

“You’re drunk. I’m taking you home.” Bucky says. “Come on, stand up.” 

You shakingly get up and Buck is there immediately under your arm, his arm around your waist helping you walk out. 

The cold breeze hits you as soon as you step foot out the party and take the long trek home. 

���I think I drank too much.” You point out. 

“You think, kid?” Bucky says. “You’re lucky, I was here meeting Sharon otherwise you would’ve been shit out of luck.” 

“Brock would’ve taken me home.” 

“Brock’s a lowlife. Don’t worry about him, I’ve got you.” 

You sigh. “Sorry for ruining your night with your girlfriend.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll call her when I make sure you get home so if you could pick up the pace.” 

“My feet hurt.” You complain. 

“Yea, I bet. God, when did you start wearing heels, Doll?” 

“I wanted to look good tonight.” You sigh. 

“You always look good.” 

“Fine, I wanted to look hot.” You provide. “For once, I wanted to be the one guys paid attention to at parties.” 

“You can be yourself for that, Y/N.” Bucky says. “You’re a catch.” 

“If I was, someone would’ve fucked me by now.” You drunkenly admit. That makes Bucky double-take. “I mean, think about it? 3 years into my college career, I turn 21 in a couple months and still it's where no man’s gone before down there.” 

“Y/N, are you saying you’re--” 

“A virgin? Yea, Bucky catch up.” You groan at the pain in your feet. Bucky looks and takes sympathy on you. 

“Here take off your shoes.” He says, toeing his off as well and sliding them over to you. 

“You’re just going to walk barefoot?” You ask, putting on the shoes, holding your heels in your hand. 

“Better than you walking barefoot.” He shrugs. 

“Anyway, I decided over the summer that maybe I was putting too much thought into it. I mean almost everyone loses their virginity in high school and it's never good, no one ever says their first time was good. I just thought maybe I should just, you know, get it over with.” You slur. “Which is what I was trying to do until you chased my date away. God, you always do that, Bucky.” 

“I’m not fighting with you while you’re drunk.” Bucky says, trying to get you to drop the subject but you persist. 

“Every time I try to talk to a guy, you butt in--” 

“Maybe I wouldn’t butt in if you picked the right guys for you.” 

“There’s nothing wrong with the guys I pick! You’re just a cockblock.” 

“That’s not true.” 

“Yea what about Charles? He asked me on a date freshman year and took it back not even an hour later. I had to beg Steve to tell me why and it turned out that you threatened him if he even thought about going out with me.” 

“Y/N, you had just turned 18 and X was a 24 year old senior! I didn’t trust how he was just waiting. So yea, I told him to fuck off. And Rum is an asshole who can’t get a girl to sleep with him unless they’re shitfaced. So yea, I told him to fuck off.” Bucky exclaims as the two of you make it up the stairs to your apartment. “Y/N, you’ll find someone right for you and that right person will make your first time special. I just want you to find someone who’ll make you happy.” 

“And I just want you to remember for next time that if you want to tell a girl who she can and can’t fuck, you have Sharon for that. Not me.” You said, taking off the shoes as you arrived at your front door. 

“Y/N, wait--” You hear him say but you don’t care, you slam the door in his face regardless. 

Who did Bucky think he was? Sure, he was your best friend but so was Steve and he’s not nearly as protective as Bucky was. You honestly couldn’t tell who was worse at this point, your dad or Bucky. You loved both of them but they had the fatal flaw of forgetting you weren’t a kid. You were a woman, a woman with needs. And one particular need you needed to get rid of.   

So you picked up your phone and called Brock. Bucky couldn’t be right about everything.

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[lailyn]

The Measure of A Man

Summary: Bucky Meets Loki

London may be dazzling to look at from his vantage point, but even at this height, the sky stank of smog. Nothing much had changed in the last hundred years.

The sound of applause wafted from somewhere below, reminding him once again of his purpose. God, he wished he was in a warm bed instead of here on this roof, but it was leagues better than being cooped up in a room full of stuffy diplomats and too-tiny canapes.

"Is this seat taken?" A smooth, crisp voice shattered his reverie.

Bucky turned his head slowly. He had long perfected the art of being on guard while appearing perfectly nonchalant; whoever this was, they either had the ability to scale the 75 feet high wall of the building without setting off the alarms, or they could fly.

The latter probably, he thought, upon recognising who it was walking toward him. It was one of the dignitaries from New Asgard. Thor’s brother.

King Thor’s brother, Bucky corrected himself, an unconscious habit, an exercise in mindfulness.  

"It's not my roof,” he said simply.

“Be that as it may,” the stranger said merrily, “I suppose I should still introduce myself. You Midgardians are big on introductions, are you not?”

“I know who you are, Prince,” Bucky murmured. His moment of solitude irreparably shattered now, he moved to rise, but the weight of an invisible hand suddenly pressed upon his shoulder.

“There’s no need to stand on ceremony,” Loki said. “I chose to make my escape, just like you.”

“Didn’t think anybody saw me.”

"Young soldier like you, up here all alone. You attract attention."

"That's kinda the opposite of what I meant to do."

"Let me rephrase that. You attracted my - " A dramatic pause, "- attention."

Now what was Bucky supposed to say to that?

“Just needed some air,” he mumbled.

“Don’t we all,” Loki sighed. “If summits suit you ill, why did you come at all? From what I hear, Wakanda’s lovely at this time of year.”

Bucky blinked lazily. “I go where King T’Challa goes.”

"In what capacity?"

"Security detail."

The Asgardian plopped down on the tiles next to him, his green eyes dancing with delight. "Why, so am I!"

Bucky eyed the man's fancy leather get-up, the booted legs dangling over the edge. "You don't dress the part."

"Does it not inspire awe?" Loki smirked. "The way I dress?"

“It’s...a bit of a fashion overkill for dreary old London, but you do you.”

Loki went quiet.

Bucky grew uncomfortable as the silence stretched, from seconds to minutes. He worried not so much about hurting the guy’s feelings as committing a political snafu that could potentially put his head on the block, literally.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to insult you or anything, I run my mouth sometimes,” Bucky said. “No offense.”

“None taken.” Loki smiled. “It has been some time since anyone spoke to me this freely.”

Bucky snorted. “Poor you.”

“You do not believe me?’

“Nope.”

Loki’s request was soft, its edges deadly. “Explain to me why.”

“Can’t imagine anyone not wanting to talk to you. You have that...oeuvre working for you.”

“Oeuvre?”

“You know, the package.”

“My...package," Loki articulated carefully.

“Yeah, looks, wealth, immortality,” Bucky said. “And then there’s the whole being a prince thing.”

“You think being a prince does anything for me?”

Bucky shrugged. The sneer on Loki's face was nothing he had not seen before. “Beats being a commoner, that’s for sure.”

“And yet here I am, making small talk with you.”

"I don't blame you. I’ve been around royalty,” Bucky said. “They can be as boring as fuck.”

"Yes…" Loki drawled. "We sure can."

Bucky glanced at the Asgardian out of the corner of his eye. Gauging the measure of a man was a useful skill he had picked up from his years serving in the army, and now was as good a time as any to put that skill to the test.

Like his brother, Loki was stunning, possessing of an androgynous beauty the likes of which Bucky had never seen before. Sure, there was pride in his stance, the double entendres, the air of mystery befitting one of his stature and reputation...but this Loki of Asgard was an enigma.

And this dreamy languor Bucky could sense from him was not the languid ennui of the obscenely wealthy and privileged. It was a weariness, a deep-seated lassitude of someone who had perhaps lived far too long, and known too little happiness.

"I may be the master of words…" Loki said, "but I can read silences just as well."

His face reddening at having been caught staring, Bucky cleared his throat. "You're full of shit."

"And you could be a little quieter," Loki said sweetly.

Bucky’s nostrils flared. "What in the world are you talking about?"

"It is in the way you sit. The way you breathe." Loki gave him a side-glance. “The way you look at me.”

"I'm more than happy to get out of your way."

"Stay."

It sounded too much like an order, and Bucky had one knee up ready to lift himself off the ground to leave, before Loki surprised him with a tempered, soft, sincere, "It's intoxicating."

Bucky wondered what message his stunned silence was conveying, but Loki seemed to take it in stride. "You're intoxicating."

Bucky’s stomach flipped. “Explain.”

“I sense a kindred spirit in you.”

“I am nothing like you.”

Loki’s smile faded.

“I am worse,” Bucky said. Maybe it was the aperitif he had taken on an empty stomach hours ago, or maybe it was just the way the moonlight spilled across the pantile roof like paint, or maybe it was a spell, but the words were simply dying to be said.

I have murdered so many people, he wanted to say. Men, women, commoner, nobility, kings -

“So have I.”

Either Loki was a mind reader or Bucky had actually said the words out loud, but the damage had been done.

A pair of cold, cold hands gripped the sides of his face. “So have I, James.”

“Bucky,” he managed. “My name is Bucky.”

“So what say you, Bucky?" Loki asked, his mouth merely inches away, red and inviting. “Swap your demons for mine?”

"If I say no, what would you do?" Bucky asked.

Loki did not hesitate. "Wipe your memories, of course.”

Accurately reading Bucky's horror, Loki smirked. "Don't worry, Wolf. I wouldn't do that to you.”

In the fraction of a second before disbelief turned to relief, Bucky heard Loki say, “I know what it feels like when your mind isn’t your own,” and a chill ran down his spine.

“Oops.” There was the smirk again. “Did I say too much?”

“It depends,” Bucky said. “Did you come to me for a conversation, or did you come for something more?”

And in that moment, the perfect veneer slipped like the cracking of porcelain, and for a split-second Loki looked every one of his thousand odd years.

Before Bucky’s eyes, the cracks disappeared, but not before Bucky had them committed to memory. He may not yet understand this burning desire to kiss each and every line, but he would do it, for it was the most painted of faces that hid the deepest scars.

The night was still young. And there were no roof access ladders in the place.

Bucky would know, because he was the type who checked.

“Can Thor spare you for the next few hours or so?”

“What if he can’t?” Loki challenged. “What then?”

“You know what? I don’t care.”

A slow smile spread across Loki’s face. It must mirror Bucky’s in a way, for when they kissed, their lips fit together like a puzzle piece, and suddenly, London did not seem so dreary after all.

[nochiquinn]

legend of vox machina episode 9: tide of bone OR jelly cleric

briarwood flashback!!

grey griffin just breaking mirrors in fits of despair

ceiling vecna is watching you masturbate

and then they just adopted the whole aesthetic

delilah ur bleeding out probably

good thing he doesn't have the New Vampire Uncontrollable Hunger thing going

"no dear you stay here and look pretty"

I always thought sylas was in on it tbh

like he clearly knows what she does and what she's capable of but she never told him the extent of what she did to cure him/bring him back?? I guess??

do we have to start every episode with the sun tree

has vax called keyleth "kiki" exclusively since that first time?

this is not a complaint

whitestone has a fairly expansive cemetery, right? am I remembering that wrong?

vax and keyleth hanging onto each other after escaping the horde ❤ everybody assuming percy would take over as soon as he came back bc he's A Noble and that's What Nobles Do

"you probably would have been fine" "no, I wouldn't"

he was thinking about saying it then but nerves got the better of him, you can't prove me wrong

"I mean that was kinda hot, but..."

"could be worse" "how?!" "could be my arm"

archie is not having good luck with hideouts

vax and kiki back to back ❤

that death gurgle was sam

(since they said most of the background death screams are just them I've been listening for them)

"they're losing heart, percy, say something to them" "this is noT MY DEPARTMENT"

and like that's canon, percy as one of the younger kids was p much left to his own devices bc he had like two older brothers in line before him (I think they changed that here, or I'm misremembering)

so he legit DOESN'T know how to lead or inspire people. he just has The Name so everyone's looking to him

"want me to whack it off?" "you might have to if I lose it" you double those entendres

archie is just perpetually not here for vm's bullshit

"I don't mean to rush you" "then don't"

BAD NEWS

nothing travels farther faster

the anime gleam

they all just look like skelly

this is now two named rebels that have died saving scanlan

vex recognizing percy's thousand-yard stare

like honestly in a vacuum vex is the better choice to lead. she more or less leads vm, as much as anyone can. but whitestone doesn't know her from adam's housecat (yet), they won't trust her

"I've got this" YEAH YOU DO

vex's little nod

like vex's problem isn't even with HER, it's with VAX, but it's easier to be mad at her than her twin

"have I mentioned you're amazing?"

"yes, yes, she's the tits"

"I'm not a leader. I ran."

THE NAME

isn't "Inspirational Speech" literally a feat

like I don't know if percy ever took it but it would fit his later character arc

like he had to have SOME idea of what to say/do - play on their attachment to/respect for archie, the aforementioned presumptions about him as A Noble - even if it's just stuff he picked up offhand from his dad/brother

it's just not his nature. it's a skill he has to cultivate, and in the middle of an ongoing rebellion when he has a literally demonic focus on personal vengeance is not the ideal time to start

I have so many suspicions and over-analysis of cassandra's tears here but they won't sit still long enough for me to words them

basically is it a reaction to his speech or what she knows she's setting him up for

IF CASS GOOD WHY CRY

(science.)

I already made my post about The Line but I deeply, deeply love keyleth's reaction and vax's little :( as she runs off

IT'S OKAY BUDDY SHE'S JUST STRESSED

I see cassandra got the sabre percy never used

MY GIRL

"you look....like an angel"

"marry me?" "sure. let's do it. right now."

it's okay scanlan she'll mean it eventually

"astral projection" "your ass what"

FUCK YEAH CHAMPION OF THE EVERLIGHT

I love every single instance of Back-to-Back Badasses in this entire show

(more gifset ideas)

"gimme a lift, I wanna try something stupid"

grog's uncontained glee at getting yeeted

"EW ew ew ew ew"

the closest to travis' RECKLEGREWEAPOMASTAH we'll get

"mine fell first"

vedmire lost kneecap privileges

the arrow taking out the zombie about to jump percy

wrong sun deity

"may your weapons strike with the divine of the everlight. now go crush some fucking heads!"

I think this is the line ashley was trying to walk with pike to start with but she just wasn't there enough to build it up properly

pike lantern

SHE

"this is the only freedom I offer you"

NOW IMAGINE IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW

shit, I don't know at this point, with how they've moved things around. and that's exciting! I'm excited!

[statticscribbles]

Abandoned 10

Summary: Jasper Hale/Reader

This is the tenth piece in my Abandoned Series; the continuation of this imagine can be provided by: two or more requests for it in the ask box

Jasper is much quieter than Edward about his relationship, he carefully explains to you how his family reacted last time a human had been brought around, mumbling the family drama in between kisses.

“Wait so basically you guys caught the attention of the vampire mafia and they just left you alone?” Jasper laughs a little. “Somewhat, they’ll probably try again, it’s kind of why I’m trying to keep you hidden, the more safety the better.” “And the massive pack of werewolves isn’t enough?” “It helps, but I prefer more low-key anyways.” You nod curling into his chest. “I prefer it too, wouldn’t want everyone giving me stares for taking Jasper Hale away from their daydreams.” He laughs again and shakes his head. “Edward’s heard their daydreams, being in a relationship doesn’t stop them. You should hear some of the things he hears about Bella.” You smile. He turns to the window, watching the sun dip. “Time’s up huh?” He nods kissing you and sliding out the window.

You’re shuffling through the halls trying to avoid everyone as usual. You can see the Cullen’s resting in their usual spot by the wall. You slide past them, refusing to look as you can feel their eyes on you. It lasts less than a few seconds before you’re on your way to English. You slip into your seat grimacing as the teacher starts to talk about your next project. Math is less exciting your teacher scolding you for your low score on the last test. You nod, making your way to lunch. You sit at the edge of the cafeteria, you watch the Cullen’s out of the corner of your eye as everyone does. You let your thoughts drift, already you can feel the anxiety bubbling under your chest as you think of your mother visiting this weekend. You know she’ll ask all sorts of questions and snap at you. You rub your hands over your head and sigh, dragging yourself from the cafeteria and start walking home. You can feel Jasper’s eyes lingering on you as you leave. You make it home unlocking your door and wincing as you can hear your mother moving around upstairs.

“Mom! I got off early! Uncle Evan isn’t here. He’s at work and-“ You mother appears on the stairs frowning. “Your room is a mess, and the other rooms are so dusty.” “I don’t go into any other rooms besides mine and the bathroom. Downstairs is much nicer it’s where we spend most of our time.” You mother nods settling herself on the couch and waiting expectantly. “Where’s dad?” “He couldn’t make it, work is taking up all his time as usual.” You nod. Sitting awkwardly in the armchair. “I can call Evan and see if he can come home and-“ “I already called him. He’s on his way.” “Of course. Tea?” You hold out a mug and she nods to the table where you place it, you can hear the door open and sigh gratefully as your uncle walks through. “Hey Vivian.” “Evan.” She nods and he scowls. “You weren’t supposed to be coming up for another week. Why so early?” You watch your mother frown. “I wasn’t sure how I’d find the house if you had time to prepare and clean everything.” She huffs.

“Well as I’m sure your daughter has told you we only spend time downstairs.” He rolls his eyes and your mother nods turning to you. “Don’t you have homework?” You nod using the excuse to rush upstairs and into your room. You scowl, your books and everything on your shelves having been moved. You turn when you see Jasper standing against your closet. “Your mom seems, detail orientated.” You turn frowning shifting your books from alphabetical order back to how they were organized. Jasper freezes, sliding out of the window winking as you turn your mother barging in. “You uncle assured me you’re fine here. I’m leaving now.” She pulls you into a surprisingly warm hug and holds you for a moment. “You can come home anytime you need.” “I know mom, I know. I like it here, the weather is perfect.” She laughs as the rain picks up. “Of course you love it here, it’s always raining. The forest looks incredible, don’t wander too far.” She kisses your forehead and turns to the door. “Hey mom, don’t be a stranger, but please plan your visits.”

“Of course, now I have quite a drive ahead of me.” She smiles and you follow her down hugging her at the door. You turn to your uncle as she drives away. “Wow thirty minutes, record visit.” He laughs and you nod. “How was it?” He shrugs and you nod again. “She complained how messy the house is, I told her she was welcome to stay, she refused, as usual. And said she hopes you’re keeping your grades up and that no boys are distracting you.” He laughs a little and you squirm under his gaze. “Besides that crush you have, and yes it’s totally a crush. No one’s caught your interest?” You shake your head face pinking. “You should ask him for dinner, or whatever kids do these days, actually don’t do that, be safe. Consent and all that.” You frown at him. “Sorry was that too awkward?” “I haven’t even talked to him outside school. We’re not even friends.” You shrug and he pulls you into a side hug. “Seriously kid, just another half year to go and then you can go wherever you want. I know this is tough, it’s just till you’re 18.” You nod looking nervously back up the stairs. “She mess up your room again?” You nod shrugging a little. “Hey, you going to be alright?”

“Yeah. Just sucks being reminded I have no friends or really anyone besides you here. I don’t mind, but sometimes it hurts a little.” You shrug again and your uncle pulls you into a full hug. “Well how about after school tomorrow we go up to the river spot you like so much, I have the day off anyways.” He smiles crookedly and you return his hug. “I’d love that.” “No go up and fix your room before you have a panic attack.” Jasper’s still gone when you get back up and you finish rearranging your books and shelf, before putting away your laundry and starting your homework. It’s after ten when you give up hope of him reappearing, instead curling under your covers and trying to sleep.

You wake up groggy and shower, shoving yourself into your clothes and out the door. Your uncle drives you to school and as you get out you’re surprised to see the Cullen’s absent. The rain is pelting your already wet hair and you can feel your uncle’s chiding voice digging into your ears about how you’ll get sick. You skid into class curling against the radiator that you’re thankfully sat next to. You’re walking toward your usual table in lunch when Jasper arm swings around you and pulls you to his table. You blink up at him as he stretches sitting in his usual spot gesturing to the chair he pulled over. “Sit.” You obey nervously looking to the rest of his family. “We know you know. Jasper told us everything last night.” You blink at Edward. “So is the vampire mafia going to kill me now?” Emmett laughs smiling. Rosalie rolls her eyes. “I like her. You have good taste.” Emmett smiles at you and you shift in your chair. “Really hoping that’s not a double entendre.” Emmett laughs more. And Edward grimaces. “Jasper, really? Can you please not.” Jasper blinks at him and then smirks. “Feeling it is worse.” Edward scowls and you look confused. “What happened?” Bella smiles her voice lowering.

“Edward can read minds, Jasper can sense and change emotions, Edward more than likely heard Jasper’s thoughts, which Edward has had similar, so Edward trying to call him out on it is silly, especially when feeling things is worse than just thinking them.” She high fives Jasper who smirks again at Edward. “Wait, so you can just make people happy whenever you want?” “Yes. I can also-“ “Why’s Edward so grumpy then.” Rosalie laughs this time. “Esme is going to love her.” “Oh I forgot to tell you, I’m going hiking with my uncle later today! So I’m busy. Sorry.” You frown at the last part and Jasper pulls you closer. “It’s okay, Emmett and I were going to go hiking as well, less hiking more predators.” You frown twining your hands together. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Just a couple of bears.” Emmett shrugs. “No I mean the rangers put out a new limit on hunting, they’re checking everyone that comes in and out of the forests.” You chew your lip. “We’re going past Seattle to get it.” You nod appeased for the moment they wont be in danger. Emmett walks you to your shared biology class. “You do realize we’re like the worlds top predators, and we don’t exactly use guns, this isn’t anymore dangerous than you going to a café for a coffee.” You frown at him. “I just don’t want any of you to get hurt. It wouldn’t sit well with me.” He rolls his eyes.

You’re standing outside waiting for your uncle as he finishes getting his camera ready for the hike. He appears, locking the door and you both start up into the forest. “It’s nice you’re so easy to please you know, most kids want expensive shit and you lose your shit when it rains, it’s great. I’ve never saved this much money on Christmas and birthdays before.” He laughs and you nod jogging ahead excitedly. He overtakes you easily and you can hear his startled gasp. There are two wolves across the river. One a sandy blond, and the other a light gray almost silver, you uncle looks overjoyed, and you can see his camera moving. You’re nervous, they look huge, too big to be wolves and you hope Jasper hasn’t run into them; they look like they could do serious damage. You uncle steps forward and the wolves take no notice, you creep forward with him but hover back as he leans over the edge of the river on his stomach to try to get a better angle. He pulls himself back up and you can see the wolves have noticed growling and snarling as he nervously backs up, slipping and twisting his ankle as he stumbles from the river’s edge. The sudden movement he makes startles you, the muddy edge also claiming you as victim as you slip backwards gashing your head on a rock. You hiss, feeling slightly dizzy as you stumble towards your uncle.

“Shit.” He hisses and you nervously hover, half trying to drag him towards the trail. It takes you an extra two hours but you both manage to make it back to the house where you uncle hobbles to his car and insists you’re both going to the hospital.

“I’m fine! It was just a little rock is all. Nothing. Nothing bad.” You clutch your head wincing as the lights seem to distort for a moment. You can see the nurse who’s bandaging up your uncles ankle frown and call someone over. “Hello there. While I’d prefer we meet under better circumstances, let’s have a look.” You hiss and try to jerk away as the man shines a light into your eyes, you thrust your hands out trying to shove him away. “Warn me next time, it hurts.” “The light hurts?” He sounds worried. “I have a migraine from the rock.” You think he nods, but he carefully picks you up and places you on a hospital bed. “Just to check. I don’t think anything is wrong it’s a safety measure.” You can hear him talking to your uncle and then you start to fall asleep. The man shakes you awake scowling.

“Don’t sleep.” You nod blinking more as the bright light is suddenly gone from your vision. You recongnise you’re getting a MRI and the darkness seems to help clear your head. You don’t feel tired anymore or dizzy and as you wait for the nurse to come pull you out you hope you uncle is okay. “All done sweetheart, now lets get you seated here and-“ You cringe when the light’s flicker on. “Don’t worry we’ll move you to a dark room. We just have to get there first.” You nod keeping your eyes shut as you feel the hospital bed enter a darkened area. “There.” You open your eyes smiling at your uncle who’s leg is propped up. “Broke it.” You wince. The doctor comes in. “I’m going to shine this in your eyes now, try not to slap me again.” Your uncle laughs and you bite your lip. “Sorry about her Dr. Cullen.” “Just Carlisle is fine. Well seems everything is fine, you don’t have a serious concussion, and no sign of any other damage besides that cut, which we stitched up and your wrist.”

“Wait I have stitches?” Carlisle nods. “You kept your eyes closed so I just went ahead and saved you the trouble.” He smiles holding out a needle and thread that’s packed in a little sterile pocket. “What about my wrist?” You turn noting the cast for the first time. “Shit.” You blink at him and he smiles. “Just temporary, it’s not broken, but I figured it might be better than a sprain brace, they tend to make it worse before they get better.” “Thanks.” You nod. “Can we go home now?” Carlisle nods and you stand up swaying slightly as you uncle moves forward on his crutches. “My son offered to drive you home.” You uncle nods in thanks and you make your way to the car staring at Emmett in the drivers seat. He smirks. “Your chauffer has arrived.” He swings himself out opening the doors and helping your uncle in. You slid in while he’s fussing with the crutches and Emmett smiles starting the car and driving to your house.

“My dad was saying you drove here with a broken ankle. Very dangerous.” He tuts chuckling as you uncle laughs. “It wasn’t broken when I got in the car.” “So the car broke it?” Emmett turns eyeing the cast you have. “Can I sign it?” You nod holding it out as he pulls a marker out from his pocket. He smiles at you and opens the door after he takes your uncles keys. “Do you want me to do anything else? Take out trash? Laundry?” “You’ve done more than enough thank you. We can handle it from here.” “Make sure to elevate it!” He calls out as the closes the door.

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Je Veux - Tom Holland Smut

The one where Tom is a biker and you’ve been trying to get him to take your virginity, but he’s been keeping you away until the day you’re in need of a ride.

Warnings: pwp, motorcycles, loss of virginity, cursing, teasing from both sides, sexual activities in a public environment, a lot of dirty talk, impatient Tom, daddy kink, multiple orgasms, dominant Tom, possessive Tom, breeding kink

Word count: 3.1K

A/N: Okay, so here it is! My Tom Holland Biker! AU! It’s pretty much only smut, the plot was just sprinkled in there. I took A LOT of creative liberties with the whole motorcycle idea, mostly because I have no clue how they work, so just bear with me and pretend that everything I say is actually physically possible. Also, DO NOT TRY any of this at home, mostly because I’ve been burned by a motorcycle before and a lot of the positions described here can’t really be considered safe. Hope you guys like it nonetheless and don’t forget to let me know if you did and what else you want to read next! 

Tom’s P.O.V.

“Come on, princess. I’ll give you a ride home.” I watched with great pleasure as her eyes grew twice their normal size, her mind undoubtedly struggling to comprehend what I was offering. “Come on, now. Isn’t this what you wanted? Or are you finally prepared to admit that I’m better kept away?” I could see the precise moment my words sunk into her. Her eyes narrowed and she pursed her lips, her hands coming to cross in front of her body.

“Thank you for your offer, Tom. I would never say no to your offer for a ride.” The double entendre wasn’t lost on me, and I only started to realize my own mistake when she sized up the motorcycle. “I’ve never ridden one before. I’m going to need you to help me.” 

I gulped hard before cautiously approaching her, my own hands on my hips as I thought over this situation I had quite literally put myself into. “Am I supposed to ride in the front or in the back?” The question brought a smirk to my lips, reigniting the flames of mischief I had in me.

“Well, usually people would ride in the back, but with you, sugar…” I squeezed her jaw with my thumb and pointer finger. “... I can’t very well do that, now can I? You’re going upfront, so I can keep an eye on you, make sure you don’t fall out of the bike.”

The look she gave me let me know she knew for sure I had something up my sleeve, but nonetheless, I couldn’t wipe away the huge grin I bore on my face as I got up on the bike and waited for her to approach me. She did so, albeit slowly, clearly trying to get a grip over the situation. Poor thing didn’t know I’d never allow her that.

As soon as she was within reach, I picked her up, depositing her in front of me, her legs on each side of the motorcycle. I leaned down to kiss the back of her shoulder that was exposed to me, courtesy of the incredibly tempting sundress she had decided to wear, and that’s when she realized how screwed up she was.

“Oh.” Was all that I heard as she tried to adjust her skirt around us.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. I’ll keep it down around here.” And with that, I pressed myself against her more firmly, pressing a hand on her lower abdomen to make sure she’d feel my cock straining under my jeans. She didn’t say anything after that, which I took as an invitation to start up the bike.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I wasn’t prepared for the shiver that went through my entire body as the machine’s engine came alive under me. Quickly, I realized what his plan was all about. He had pretty much sat me over a vibrator, even if it wasn’t a powerful one. As the bike purred under me, I started to tremble, and I had to be thankful for Tom’s strong thighs on each side of my body and his hands that caged me in.

“You’re not second-guessing yourself, right princess? ‘Cause this is exactly what you wanted.” He was right. This was what I had been asking him for ages, and now that he was giving me a taste of it, I could see why he thought it might be too much for me. But as my eyes rolled back and my body started to go limp against his, just as he was pulling up in front of my house, I knew he was wrong. This was all I had ever wanted. “There you go, princess. Now that your thirst is satiated, do you see how it’s pointless to keep tempting me?” These words were whispered against my neck, where he deposited another quick kiss. And that small gesture made me smile, because if anything was obvious after this little ride, was that he was hanging on by a thread when it came to his own desire for me.

I pulled one of his hands, placing it underneath my skirt, now fully relying on his strong body to keep me upright as I sank back into him. “Do you think I’ve ruined your motorcycle?” As his fingers came in contact with the wetness that was still dripping from me, moistening my panties that were now rubbing against the leather in our seat, I heard a sharp intake of breath.

“Shit.” Was all he said before his fingers grew more fidgety, and he rubbed my underwear against me, almost like he was testing the wetness. “Fuck,” he cursed again, and I released a long moan as one of his thick fingers bypassed the lace that kept him away from my emptiness and penetrated me with it.

Suddenly, there wasn’t enough air in the world to keep me alive and I was gasping as I struggled against him and the cage of his arms, desperate to keep the finger inside of me moving. It was the first time someone touched me like that and I was already on edge from my last orgasm, so I knew it would take very little for me to cum again.

“Fucking hell.” I heard him whisper right over my ear, eliciting goosebumps all over my body before he unceremoniously retreated his finger and started up the bike again.

Tom’s P.O.V.

“I have to see this.” It was all the explanation I gave her as I quickly took us up on one of the trails that started on the other side of the street, just opposite of her house. It was only ever in the summer that it was used, right when tourists strolled into town, so I knew the probability of us getting interrupted was minimal.

As soon as we reached a clearing, I turned off the motorcycle and climbed down, adjusting her so her body was now laid down over the seat, in the opposite direction it was facing before. “Now, princess… Let me take a look at this mess you’ve made.” Slowly, I inched up her skirt until it was completely out of the way and her panties were in full view. Besides the fact that they were fucking white lace, her moisture had completely glued them to her pussy lips, making it very clear that they were, in fact, ruined. “Oh, fuck.” I pressed my thumb against her clit, only to glance up at her in surprise when she whimpered underneath my simple touch. “You really haven’t been touched before, have you?”

Gathering some of the excess moisture, I lazily glided my fingers up and down her cunt while she trembled. “I told you that.” I huffed, my eyes now fixed on the movement I was making. 

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Doesn’t mean I believed you.” I would have scoffed if I could, but as it were, his fingers had deftly pushed away my underwear so that he could penetrate me with a single finger again and all I could do was whimper. From the way that he bit down on his bottom lip, he seemed to have liked that very much, his eyes never straying from the place he was working on.

“Then…” a breathy sigh left my lips as he picked up his pace, thrusting his finger desperately inside my aching heat. “Then why did you avoid me? I thought you didn’t want to be my first.” That caught his attention, but fortunately, instead of clearing his mind, it seemed to have scrambled it even further.

“I didn’t, but that’s what’s going to happen now.” My heartbeat - that was already scary fast - picked up so quickly at his words that all at once I realized I was cumming around his finger, much to his delight. “Fuck yes, baby girl. I need you really wet if I’m going to get my cock inside of you, so here, take another finger.” Suddenly, I was choking on air, the new intrusion much more difficult to adjust to than the last one. Still, it was in no way an unpleasant sensation, and before long I was desperately thrusting back against him.

A loud moan escaped my lips at the dirty wet sounds from my pussy that got lost in the woods as he fingerfucked me against his bike. “Fuck,” he whispered, and I opened my eyes just enough to see that he had released his lower lip and was currently looking at me with dark eyes and an open mouth, from where labored breaths escaped. “Fucking cum already, I still need to open you up more before I fuck you and I feel like I’m going to burst any moment now.”

With that rant out of his chest, he picked up his pace, until I was, once again, trembling with desire underneath him. “There you go… One more finger, princess. Then you can have daddy’s cock.” I probably would have questioned the self-appointed nickname if it hadn’t made me moan out loud again. The smug idiot simply smirked, finally pushing one last finger in me, as promised, while I struggled yet again to accept the invasion. I was so focused on the pleasure he was giving me that I only realized he had pushed his jeans down and was playing with himself when his grunts reached my ears, forcing my eyes open in surprise.

He never stopped his movements on either of our bodies, but that cocky smile was back on his lips, despite the continuous breathless sounds escaping him at the sight of my widened eyes. He was huge, and so freaking hard, his red tip weeping precum while he caressed himself.

“You like it, baby girl?”

A breathless “mhmm” was all he could get from me at that moment.

“Do you want it inside of you?” A gasp echoed around the trees as his fingers grazed a particular spot that made me see white light.

“So, so much…” I whispered, just before succumbing to the pleasure once more.

He waited for me to come down to Earth, never stopping his movements on either of our bodies, but significantly decreasing the speed. When the last tremble of my thighs ceased, he finally pulled away from my pussy, and I tried not to whimper at the feeling of emptiness that overcame me - failing miserably. Thankfully, it allowed me to see another smirk break through Tom’s handsome face, as he appreciated the needy state he had put me in.

“Don’t worry, darling… I’ll take care of you.” And then I was in his arms again, and he was pulling me to stand up from the bike. As I did so, he wrapped his arms around me, his mouth meeting mine in a kiss that was pure desire and possession. I melted against him, allowing him full control of my body, because the truth was, I was his. I had been his for a long time now, and this moment was only solidifying it.

When we broke apart for air, he forcefully turned me around, pushing my back down so I’d lay over the seat of the bike again, only this time, with my breasts pressed against the seat I was once sat on.

Tom’s P.O.V.

“Oh, fuck.” That was all I could say as I took in the sight before me. I had pushed her skirt away so it wouldn’t be hiding anything from me anymore, but even though she still had her underwear on, I felt my knees buckling just from seeing her like that, her ass in the air, the lace sticking to her wet pussy.

Licking my lips, I quickly pushed down her panties until they pooled around her ankles and leaned down to taste her essence. “Oh…” Such a small noise, but it went straight to my cock, that was throbbing in my hand by now. She was such a fucking treasure. I wanted to ruin her. I’d make sure of it.

“Spread your fucking legs,” I growled, still intoxicated by her taste, and when she immediately struggled to obey me, separating her legs as far as the fabric around her ankles allowed her to do so, I buried my face on her pussy from behind, devouring her like she was the last meal I had been granted in this life.

“T-Tom!” She screamed, her fingers scrambling to tightly hold her up against the bike, while I could feel her legs shaking on both sides of my face.

“Shhh…” I tried to calm her down, one of my hands softly caressing the back of her thigh. “Let me get a taste of you, yeah? I told you I’ll take care of you, darling. Just relax.” I raised my other hand to squeeze her ass while struggling to keep her standing and still while my chin dripped with her juices. She tasted delicious. Better than those chocolate milkshakes she’d always order and I’d steal a sip from.

Her legs trembled more anxiously as I brought her to another release, and although I was tempted to keep my face buried in her and drink her release, I knew neither of us would resist much longer. So after she drenched my face with a strangled cry, I forced myself to rise from my position and take a much better spot, still behind her.

She kept trembling when I slowly pushed the head of my cock between her pussy lips, and I knew that her orgasm was still taking over her, but in some part in the depths of her desire, she felt as every inch of me slowly struggled to open her up to welcome me. I knew she was aware of what was happening, that I was taking her virginity just like she’d begged me to do for months, only it was in the middle of a forest and on top of my bike, but she was too weak to express any sort of reaction other than another weak “Oh”, as she fought to keep herself up against the motorcycle.

“Yes, baby,” I whispered as I finally bottomed out, after what felt like hours, but couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes. My right hand came up to caress the back of her head, hoping to help her relax and better accept my intrusion, and as I felt the muscles of her thighs soften, I took advantage of my grip on her hair to pull her up against me. “See, princess? Just like that, you’re not a virgin anymore.”

She gasped, but if it was due to my words or the way I pushed her down against the bike again, I’ll never know, because I’d done enough waiting. It was time to start moving. Despite feeling like I desperately needed to fuck her, wildly, untamedly, I kept my movements slow, at least at first. I didn’t want her hurting any more than she had to. So I moved at a snail’s pace, making sure she’d feel every inch of my cock as I slowly dragged it out of her, just to push it in again.

When her somewhat pained whimpers subsided, giving place to loud moans of pleasure, I started to pick up my movements. My hands held her hips tightly, unworried about leaving marks behind because I knew she’d be left with much more than that after I was done with her.

“Does this feel good, baby girl? Do you like the feeling of my cock stuffed in your tight little pussy?” My filthy words made her moan.

“Y-yes…” She was able to breathe out.

“That’s good, baby, you know why?” I teased her, my fingers digging even deeper into her perfect skin. 

“N-no.”

“Because the only man who’ll ever get to fill you will be me, princess. You’ll only ever know what my cock feels like.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I whined in appreciation as one of Tom’s hands found my clit and started rubbing. This was precisely what I wanted, to experience him in the most primal way possible. Knowing that being inside of me made him want to make me his left me a mess, and I couldn’t stop sobbing as he started to thrust into me violently, the tip of his cock hitting my cervix almost furiously. “F-fuck, Tom!” His groans were animalistic, and his pace never faltered, despite my obviously pained moans.

“Cum for me, princess. Milk me for all I’m worth. I want to fill your womb with my cum.” His words did it for me. I came with a desperate scream of his name, and just when my senses started to come back to me, I heard him moan my name before feeling a warmth spread from inside of me.

My legs were trembling, so I felt thankful that he was still holding me up. Still, he never pulled away from me, instead pulling me so my back was against his chest. He deposited sweet kisses against my sweaty neck, while I tried to catch my breath.

“T-tom,” I decided to call his attention to the problem before it was too late. “You came inside of me.”

My only response was a dismissive “mhm”, while he kept on sucking on my skin, one of his hands fondling my heaving breast.

“Tom,” I tried again. “You know I’m not in any sort of contraceptive method.” That finally made him raise his head, and I closed my eyes tightly, prepared for some sort of outburst, but all I got was a low chuckle.

“Which part of ‘you’re mine’ didn’t you understand? I know you’re not protected, that’s why I made sure to cum inside of you.” My mind wasn’t keeping up with him, and I wasn’t sure if I could attribute it solely to how thoroughly he had fucked me.

I supposed he noticed my confusion, because before I could understand what was going on, he was turning me around and picking me up so I could sit on the bike again, facing him. His hands brushed a few stray strands out of my face, and he smiled so sweetly at me that it almost made me forget I still had his cum dripping down my thigh.

“Now no one can keep us apart, baby girl. Not even your parents. And everyone will know you belong to me.” He sealed his promise with another deep kiss and I knew right then that I’d made the right choice by accepting his ride. Now I’d get to be forever his.

[strandedcrow]

thoughts on the glass animals album dreamland? (info dump welcome)

YES hi hello thank you

I talked like,, a lot so I’m sparing y'all with a cut

The album itself is just so well organized and executed it’s insane. The entire album just captures the feeling of taking a nostalgic trip through your own life and the way that it ends up forgotten in a way, sickly sweet and vague, subdued, and so easy to get completely lost in. And part of what makes it so well done is the pure authenticity it’s completely drenched in. The album itself didn’t exist until quarantine hit, they had been taking a break after a band member was injured and had to recover, and that isolation had that same impact on them as it did on most of us, and the result was this extremely genuine album embodying nostalgia itself.

As a band they’ve always done such an incredible job of maintaining a theme throughout their album that is consistent without becoming repetitive. The song Dreamland does such a perfect job of pulling you into the album, easing you into a subdued album, fuzzy around the edges but clear once you can hone in on the details, on what’s being said, perfectly reflective of the theme it’s introducing you to. While it’s doing that it’s also providing a smooth shift from the last song on the album before it, HTBAHB. Agnes leaves that album off on such an extremely a somber, desperate, and lost note, which Dreamland picks up, just as lost in itself, taking off so beautifully from Agnes’ “You’re gone but you’re on my mind, I’m lost but I don’t know why,” and getting into the why. But it does so by warning you first, “You see in kodachrome, you see in pink and gold.” This album is distorted, it’s not right, the colors are wrong and everything is sweeter than it should be. At the same time, it sets up for the songs to follow, like “That worst thing you said” for It’s All So Incredibly Loud and “You were ten years old, holding hands in the classroom, he had a gun on the first day of high school” for Space Ghost Coast to Coast.It’s those vague, unconnected memories that you haven't quite grasped onto yet in full, but you know you’re going to get lost in them once you do. You’re stepping back from the overload of information and action today to visit who you used to be and what made you who you are now.

Right after it, Tangerine does something that Life Itself did for HTBAHB, it smoothened the general sound’s transition between albums. Just as Life Itself, with its beat similar to the album before its own could have fit into ZABA with no issue, Tangerine could have been on HTBAHB without disrupting the album. The “retro” vibe, the themes revolving around both the nostalgia of Dreamland and those of past relationships deteriorating because of missed opportunities and growing apart fits so well into both albums, it’s such a great transition from the past album to the current. The “I’m begging, hands knees please, tangerine” is also a common expression used (often as a double entendre) by them, again like in Life Itself, with its chorus being “Come back down to my knees, gotta get back, gotta get free, come back down to my knees, lean back now, lean back and breathe,” which just sets up for a really smooth callback to previous songs and album. Something else that Tangerine establishes is something that’s been a running theme with Glass Animals since ZABA: fruit. There is a lot of fruit here. It used to be a running joke that Glass Animals wasn’t actually a band, but a cryptic pineapple worshipping cult (no amount of music made will fool me, this is definitely a pineapple cult). This album uses fruit to remind you of the sugary sweetness of nostalgia, but there’s more history and, well, fan specific nostalgia that goes with that metaphor, too.

Hot Sugar is similar to a later song, Waterfalls Coming Out Your mouth, in that it’s about someone who is so cool that they aren’t actually cool. The person isn’t genuine, the idea of them isn’t actually them, but this was someone that you still want to be anyways, because who wouldn’t want to be that cool? The song doesn’t have much deeper meaning underlying it compared to some other’s because that depth doesn’t exist here, with this person. You know they’re “faking it,” but it doesn’t really matter beyond deciding if you actually like them or if you just want to be them, and the answer is the latter. This song is also similar to another, later song, Tokyo Drifting, introducing the listener to this person that he wants to be like, referencing “Hot rubber on the tar,” and setting the stage for the later song to tell you more about what he wanted to be like. Also, once again, through a mention of watermelon, fruit continues to be a recurring theme in the earlier tracks on this album, when the trip through nostalgic memories is still more sweet than bitter.

Right after we get introduced to this idea of who he wanted to be, we move onto what became of someone he knew closely, shared a lot with, and very suddenly lost touch with through Space Ghost Coast to Coast. The music itself is reminiscent of the music he listened to at the time. This song, being a telling of something that actually happened, is so authentic and raw in how it ends up, all still told through the layer of confusion, hurt, and again, that sweetness of nostalgia, with “You look bizarre in the apricot” establishing a deceptively sweet but confused tone over something heavy through yet another fruit metaphor. This song also manages to hit on other songs from the album when he tries to delve into why his friend did what he did, “Were you bored of gender norms,” matching with Dreamland’s “Go ask your questions like “What makes a man?”,” “… of being alone,” matching Heat Waves’ “I don’t wanna be alone, you know it hurts me too,” and “… no mama home, a bad divorce” matching pretty much the entirety of Domestic Bliss. Like Hot Sugar, this song sets up for Tokyo Drifting, with his idea of who he wants to be but isn’t, with “Remember when you stole mom’s old Geo Metro, you wore her old bathrobe, too small to see the road.” There’s also more blatant references being made to both past shooters (Black cap back with a trench coat, ay) and the arguments afterwards of what motivated them (Playing too much of that GTA, playing too much of that Dr. Dre). While he still wants to understand his old friend, and what happened for him to change so abruptly and dangerously, he does not want anything to do with him anymore. It’s a song about a loss of innocence and the understanding that sometimes you just won’t understand why someone does something. It’s just a complete banger in general.

Which then takes us to Tokyo Drifting, which absolutely slaps. The song itself revolves around what he wanted to be like, singing from a new persona rather than his own (Cane Suga from HTBAHB was done through the same persona). It breaks the pattern of referencing to fruit, instead focusing on drugs and alcohol, dropping the sickly sweet lens of nostalgia for something more fitting of the song’s specific theme. Don’t worry, though, dragonfruit was used extremely heavily in this songs promotion as a single, so the fruit is still there, just not directly, and that lack of directly referring to a fruit in the song itself fits with the way that the song breaks from nostalgia of things that have happened and people he knew into something that was never real. There is no rose colored glasses needed for something that never even happened. I don’t have much else to say on it, it just goes hard, this was my most listened to song two years in a row lmao.

Melon and the Coconut is just sheer Glass Animals. It’s weird, it’s fun, and it sounds great. It cleanly splits the album in half, splitting the POV’s straight down the middle while making a reference to its own position in the album, “Sometimes B-sides are the best songs.” Needless to say, there are some super subtle references to fruit in Melon and the Coconut, the song about two fruit.

Then, the second half of the album kicks off with Your Love (Deja Vu), a song extremely similar in theme to previous songs about missed timing, like ZABA’s Pools and HTBAHB’s Pork Soda. Instead of fruit, “juice” is mentioned in this song. It takes the turn from thinking about people you were friends with, what you wanted to be like, to people that you were with, and things that just didn’t work out.

And then there’s Waterfalls Coming Out Your Mouth. It’s such a clean parallel to looking back on things with nostalgia and seeing them through the fake sweetness that time brings, with this song being about the rose colored glasses that were present in the moment, the time when you start getting to know someone but you aren’t actually getting to know them, you’re getting to know this other, more impressive version of them instead, and they get the exact same experience of you on their own end. He’s letting this other person have their own version of him while he has his own version of them in his head, and he knows their version of him is wrong, so he also knows whatever he thinks of them is going to be wrong, too. He knows them, but at the same time he doesn’t. He’s realizing here, that this person, like the Hot Sugar person, is too cool, and they aren’t real, it’s all just talk, and it’s all fake like the “chemical warfare, red lips and television eyewear, raspberry soda hair, in the pool with a blow up gummy bear.” It’s sweet, sure, but it’s also fake. “Chat shit but where’s the real you? Never seen The Price Is Right, I’m a liar been on that shit since ’99. You make me look like a clown, clap clap, you’re a clever clever cookie now” has no right go that hard, and yet it Does.

Then, abruptly, we get to It’s All So Incredibly Loud. The song itself is subdued, it’s that point in your trip through your own memories where you remember why things went wrong. You get shaken from your train of thought and lose your place in it, because you aren’t there anymore, you’re here and you can’t go back, you can’t fix anything, all that’s left for you to do now is mourn the wrongs and accept them, even though its painful. This is remembering what Dreamland meant by “That worst thing you said,” the realization that you have to break someone else’s heart, and how much that hurts.

((home movie: rockets)) is the longest home movie audio in the album, and creates a smooth transition back into childhood, journeying back through a sound similar to that of their first album, ZABA, on the way there for the album to transition into Domestic Bliss. This time, with someone else entirely’s perspective falling back onto knees, but this time under an entirely different tone, “Fight for me. We can leave I’m begging, please, on my on my knees.” These two songs back to back continue the downward spiral that too much nostalgia can leave you falling into, the wrongs, the regrets, this trip down memory lane has lasted too long, now.

Which drops us off at Heat Waves, which returns back to his own perspective after Domestic Bliss focused on a friend of his. It fits the bittersweet feeling in nostalgia, the understanding and acceptance that you can’t go back, you just have to keep going forward and separate instead for everyone’s sake, a followup less to the tangent in thought that is Domestic Bliss, and more to It’s All So Incredibly Loud. It also wraps up those previous album’s songs, Pools and Pork Soda in a way, bringing a sense of closure to the nostalgic feelings, as well as to the entire album.

And finally Helium, the bookend opposite to Dreamland. This song flawlessly embodies that feeling of when you realize you’ve just been sitting and staring at a photo album for an hour now, and you finally take a look around you, feeling the air conditioning on your skin, hearing the sounds of the world around you, snapping back out of your train of thought and into real life again. Things didn’t work the way that you used to think they would, but that’s a good thing. It is such a perfect ending to the nostalgic journey that is this entire album. Fading back into the melody that started this journey of sickly sweet memories of people you looked up to, when you learned for the first time that people can change and you might not ever understand why, ideas of who you once wanted to be, finding something light that you can laugh about, realizing how similar so many things in your life have been to each other, the realization that the people you used to look up to might not have actually been that impressive the whole time, your regrets, times you wish you could have done more, and the understanding that sometimes you shouldn’t have done so much.

I love this album so much man

[btsficsforthehumble]

adj.: 1. Modern, unfamiliar, or different

2. Not based on or conforming to what is generally done or believed

pairing: reader x ot7

genre: college au; angst, fluff, smut, poly, ot7

Summary: You begin your first year at a prestigious university, set out on achieving your academic goals when a series of men step into your life that change the way you view the definition of love.

Part Two

Warnings: none in this chapter

Word count: 2.2k

After a moment of gathering your thoughts, you open your eyes to see other students begin to filter into the large auditorium. The little wooden desks that flip out from below the seats force people to squeeze past each other and give awkward sorries. Coming from calc, you thankfully don’t have to do the awkward shuffle as you came straight from a nearby building. While watching the students trickle in, you notice that many hold coffee in their hands and you suddenly are incredibly jealous… that guy from your last class wasn’t wrong in his assumption of your night owl status.

You sigh, and pull out your laptop to pull up the syllabus for the class. You were slightly nervous for this class, as it was completely out of your comfort zone. You hadn’t yet settled on a major, so you were knocking out some general classes while you were a freshman. And now, you were sitting in an Intro to Composition class to fulfill your creative work requirement. You really didn’t have experience with music in any formal sense, but you always loved to listen to music as you did basically anything. You found that music helped make the more unpleasurable bits of life more bearable. And the good bits, well, they always seem to have a good beat behind them too.

While you begin to look at some of the upcoming projects and their due dates, you feel the seat below you shift as someone occupies the seat next to you. When you glance up, you first see that since you pulled your laptop out, the lecture hall had quickly filled up. Your eyes dart over to your new seat buddy, and you can’t help but feel your eyes widen a bit. It was a boy with a slight build, but definitely a powerful aura. From your view, the sharpness of his jawline coupled with his soft looking cheeks was enough to inspire Michelangelo himself, you thought. While he was bent over slightly pulling out his desk, you shifted your eyes to look at his. He had soft eyes, and you could just barely tell he added a bit of a peach shadow and mascara to his look. Framing his face was inky black hair that was gelled to perfectly hang just to the edges of his dark brows.

Not wanting to get caught staring, you drag your eyes away from him and back to your laptop. You felt heat rise to your cheeks and willed it to recede --- you’ve had enough of embarrassing yourself today, you thought. Why oh why God, did you send freaking male models to your university, and not only that, but make them attend the same classes as you!

You quickly snap out of your thoughts as you hear a voice come from close to your right side. Eyes going from your laptop to the speaker, you realize it’s the boy next to you that spoke.

“Hey, just so you know I think your bag is caught on the chair, and looks like it’ll spill…”

His voice is more light and melodic than you anticipated from his angular features, but you don’t really fully process the thought before you realize that yes, your bag is precariously hanging from the edge of the chair between you, and it looks like your notebook and pens are about to end up scattered across the lecture hall. You gasp and grab your bag before it dumps, and lift the strap to untangle it.

“Oh my God, thank you so much, I’m sorry!” Your words rush out of your mouth as you zip the bag to prevent further disaster. How embarrassing, you groan to yourself internally.

He lets out a tinkling giggle, “No worries, happens to the best of us.” Said with a smile, he makes you feel better about the awkward situation almost immediately.

You smile back at him, “I suppose that’s true”. His grin widens a bit at your reply, and you notice his eyes squinch up to the point where they seem to disappear a bit, which you have to admit is incredibly endearing.

“My name’s Jimin!”

“Y/n. Nice to meet you!” Your smile gets larger at his introduction, it’s nice to be making a friend in a class that you already feel out of your depth in, and not to mention one that is as kind and not at all bad to look at.

“You too! So, what year are you? I’m a second year.” His smile never left his face.

“Oh, I’m only a first year actually!” You hated having to tell people you were a new student, honestly, but you kept your smile hoping he wouldn’t tease you too hard for it.

“Aw, you’re just a baby! Don’t worry, sunbae will take care of you!” His smile definitely had a cheshire quality to it now.

“Is that a promise sunbaenim?” You smirked back at him. While your words were formal, you were quick to pick up his flirty nature and turn it around on him. You saw his eyebrow lift in amusement at the subtle double entendre, and just as he was about to respond, a much louder voice cut him off from the front of the hall.

“Good morning everyone. Welcome to Intro to Composition. I am your professor, Doctor Choi. To my side here is this class’s learning assistant, Yoongi.” At this he swings his arm around to gesture to a boy giving a flat smile and nodding his head in greeting, his hands in his front pockets in a kind of forced relaxed stance.

“He is a fourth year student and is here to answer any questions you may have about the class material, as this is a rather large class.” The professor continues on, but you only give it partial attention, half because of already reading the syllabus, and half because you were getting a good look at the LA he introduced.

Yoongi was standing towards the wall of the auditorium, seemingly not wanting to be the center of attention. He wouldn’t have pulled your attention so much if it wasn’t for his gorgeous feline-like features that gave him an elegance, despite his slightly awkward demeanor. The glasses perched on his nose and the dark bangs swooped gently over his forehead gave beautiful contrast to his pale skin and pink lips. The silver hoops in his ears that reflected the overhead fluorescents gave him more of an edgy vibe, and it seemed to suit him well.

As it seems, Jimin thought so too. You turned to glance at your new friend to see him eyeing the LA you yourself was just examining. You watched him pull in one of his plush lips to pull it lightly with his top teeth. The quick action made you lift your brow in amusement. The introverted LA appeared to have a fan club in you and Jimin. After a quick glance around the room, you saw most of everyone beginning to type notes or watch your professor with way more attention than you or Jimin were giving him.

At this, you quickly refocused on the lecturer. Lord knows you need to pay attention to do well in this class with the zero experience you had with the material.

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75 minutes later, the distinct sound of students shuffling as they put away their things and exit the room rings out. You and Jimin follow suit.

“What do you think of the first project that he introduced today? I’m a little nervous to be honest.” You look up from your bent over position to see Jimin’s eyebrows slightly furrowed as he expresses his concern.

“Yeah, me too. I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing with this stuff so it’ll definitely be a learning process.” Slipping into a conversation about the class was completely natural to you two. It seemed you two clicked as friends right off the bat.

“Tell me about it. I’m a freaking dance major, not a music major!” He let out a grown and tipped his head back as you both walked together out of the lecture hall.

“My advisor recommended this course to me because she said that some dance majors find it useful to learn about music construction, because it can help them be better at moving to the music. And because I tend to focus on contemporary, it makes sense. I’m just worried about not doing well in the class itself.” As he spoke, his face slipped into a cute pout.

His pout made you giggle, which you tried holding back behind your hand but he heard you before you were able to.

“What is so funny? Is my life struggle really that comedic to you hoobae?” He couldn’t hide the smile on his face, knowing how dramatic he was being. The slight giggle in his tone gave him away too.

“Of course not, I would never belittle your struggles, sunbae. You must have it so hard. Dancing requires an immense amount of brainpower, I don’t know how you are able to walk around with how big your brain is!” You widen your eyes for dramatic flair as you fight your lips from quirking up.

He stops dead in his tracts, and turns to you with his eyes nearly bulging out of his head at your sarcastic reply.

“Ya! Kids these days show no respect for their elders!” He bumps his hip into yours after catching up to you, “I’ll have you know I was class president for nine years in school! And valedictorian! And this is how I get treated!”

You make a noise of surprise in the back of your throat and turn to him. “Were you really, sunbae? That’s amazing!” His easy-going attitude definitely didn’t leave you with the impression that he was that dedicated to his studies.

Now slightly sheepish, he shrugs. “Yeah, it’s true. I was a model student back then.”

Looking forward, he gives a bit of a bitter smile to himself. “You are wondering why I became a dance major, I imagine.”

Sensing the slight sensitivity to the topic, you shake your head as you answer, “Well, who am I to judge who does what major when I can’t even decide on one for myself?” You give him a shy smile.

By this point, you were both strolling down the brick path connecting the buildings of campus together, the bite of winter still remaining in the wind that blows your hair off your face on the otherwise sunny day.

He turns to look at you, with a slightly more evaluative gaze. You only hold eye contact for a second before moving your eyes forward again, trying to avoid blushing under his attention.

“You have time. Don’t force yourself into a path that others make for you.” His face was contemplative, and it seemed like he might have been speaking from personal experience.

“That’s good advice sunbae. Maybe your brain really is super big.” Your attempt to make him smile again works, and he lightly pushes your shoulder.

“Brat!” You can’t help but to let out a loud giggle, to which he lets out his own.

Seeing the street you needed to turn on for your next task of the day, you go to say goodbye to Jimin. “Well, this brat has to go buy groceries, so she’ll see you later.” You go to turn away, but before you can, he grabs your hand.

“You’re just going to leave your new friend without giving him a way to contact you? What if he has some pressing composition questions, huh? What is he to do then?” The teasing tone makes you smile.

“Well, if I remember correctly the LA you were checking out earlier is at your disposal sunbae.” He sputters for a couple seconds, pink coming to his cheeks making your smile widen, taking pleasure in catching him off guard.

“Okay, but you can’t tell me he isn’t yummy y/n!”

At this, you let out a cackle and bend over from the force of your laugh. You didn’t expect his answer, but you did have to agree with him. That LA, Yoongi his name is you think, definitely is yummy. He is gorgeous in an understated way.

After you finish laughing, you relent. “Okay, I’ll give you that. I’ll spare you the embarrassment of asking the yummy LA your dumb questions. Hand me your phone”.

He pulls his phone out of his canvas tote, holding his laptop and what looks like a textbook. You quickly type in your contact information, and hand it back to him.

“I appreciate your pity on my poor soul, y/n.”

“It’s more pity on Yoongi’s soul, actually.” You have to raise your voice as you are already walking away as you reply, your head turned over your shoulder. Your smile is met with a shake of his head and a tongue sticking out in your direction.

You laugh as you continue on towards the grocery store, happy that you were able to make such a good friend on just the first day of classes. Who knows what the rest of the semester has in store for you, if this is just day one, you think to yourself. Only time will tell.

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My Review of Uzaki-chan Wants to Hang Out

How did I get into this anime? Memes, controversy, outrage…I will get to you eventually! I know there were many people split on this anime and mainly the leading lady with the big bazooms. I’ll get to the controversy soon, for now let’s get down to what Uzaki-chan is about and why she wants to hang out.

Hana Uzaki is now a freshman in college. And on her first day, she runs into a senpai from her high school days, Shinichi Sakurai. Their first meeting really didn’t go anywhere. And the first 2 minutes of the series, we fast-forward through one whole year where Uzaki is watching Sakurai really do nothing with his life. Something must be done about this pile of nothing! One year later…

Hana Uzaki is now a sophomore in college. And on her first day of the new term, she decides to hang out with Sakurai. But Sakurai really has no interest in being all that social. He goes to his classes, he goes to work, and then heads home. Hey, I’m like that too, dude! No shame in that! But you can’t tell an out-going extrovert like Uzaki. Uzaki wants to keep Sakurai from being such a loner and takes him to different places like shopping malls, batting cages, movies, cafes, and all sorts of places. So basically it’s Uzaki-chan wanting to hang out with her senpai, but senpai doesn’t want to and finds Uzaki-chan an annoying twat that teases him.

That’s the anime! Make with it as you will!

BETWEEN THE SUB AND THE DUB: Okay FUNimation, you’re doing an anime involving college-aged students. Not just that, but a series with plenty of sexual double-entendres. I know you guys LOVE to input lines that have nothing to do with the series and no Japanese student would ever say that. So if you could just stick to the written material, that’d be great.

Actually, the dub isn’t half-bad. If I get to hear the great Kent Williams, I’m happy. And once again, we’ve got the female Jesus voice actress Monica Rial voicing the TITular, bubbly Uzaki. She’s perfect! Honestly, my only thought on the dub is every time Sakurai says the word, “Phrasing”. We know what he means when he says it! I just fear that one day I’ll wake up to Adam Reed and Jon H. Benjamin suing FUNimation for the use of “Phrasing”. I’m sure there are a bunch of AMV Hells using Archer clips with this anime. Yes, the dub is a boat-load of fun. With that said, here’s what you might recognize these folks from.

JAPANESE CAST: *Uzaki is played by Naomi Oozora (known for Susanna on Genshiken Nidaime, Tellu on Sailor Moon Crystal, and Chieri on Idolm@ster: Cinderella Girls)

*Sakurai is played by Kenji Akabane (known for Producer on Idolm@ster)

ENGLISH CAST: *Uzaki is played by Monica Rial (known for Bulma on DBZ: Kai, May Chang on FMA: Brotherhood, Index on Railgun/Index, Nyamo on Azumanga Daioh, Stocking on Panty & Stocking, and Mei-rin on Black Butler)

*Sakurai is played by Ricco Fajardo (known for Koutaro on Zombieland Saga, Itona on Assassination Classroom, Natsuya on Free!, Karim on Fire Force, Jackal on Fairy Tail, and Kyousuke on Danganronpa 3)

SHIPPING: Oh, we’ve got quite a few people wanting Sakurai and Uzaki to hook up in the romantic sense. Co-worker Ami along with her father love watching them from afar and having fun at their expense! Sakurai’s friend Sakaki tries to push him to do more adventurous things with Uzaki. But is there something to this ship?

Like any other heterosexual boy, he does get TITalated when accidentally brushing up or feeling up Uzaki’s tig-ol-bitties. And Uzaki does get bothered by Sakurai at small details like him not calling her by her first name and often gets blushy during some heated moments. Most of that is because of the accidental brushing or feeling up Uzaki’s tig-ol-bitties!

I am still on the side of I don’t think this ship will last or even set sail. Sakurai still finds Uzaki annoying as balls, but I think he’s grateful at times for her. Perfect examples of that gratitude are when Uzaki took care of Sakurai when he was sick and when she joined him at a cat café. But then we get some cute moments during episode 8 where we see a meek Uzaki talk to Sakurai for most of the episode and a cute flashback of the two in high school. This following with a cute realization from Sakurai about how much fun he’s having with Uzaki.

However, when Sakurai and Uzaki went on vacation, they were kinda duped into spending their time in lovey-dovey spots. And they are clearly NOT a couple! But their nosy friends are still determined to hook these two up come hell or high water. Yeah, both characters do get blushy with each other every so often, but I feel like this is more of a friendship than anything else.

CONTROVERSY AROUND UZAKI-CHAN: Gee, I wonder what the reason was that Uzaki-chan got a lot of flack for. I can’t think of two good reasons why this little lass got in so much trouble.

Yeah, let’s start off with the obvious. Short girls with big boobs! THEY EXIST! I can attest to the existence! And people who like them are not Lolita fetishers. They’re just perverts into big tits. Guys, Uzaki is 19 and a two-dimensional waifu, lay off. She’s not worth the effort in cancel culture. And this problem began long before Uzaki-chan even got the green-light for an anime series. Apparently, people got huffy when they saw Uzaki teasing Sakurai about getting stuck with a needle for a blood drive in Japan. Saying that they are using sex appeal to lure people to give blood!

First of all, I’m actually surprised they used Uzaki instead of the characters of Cells at Work. It would have made a lot more sense in my eyes. But then I could see the downside to that as they are literal cells. Whatever!

Second, sex sells. Even anime 2-D waifus! I don’t hear anyone getting outraged every time a skinny bitch in a bikini is advertising for football, trucks, or burgers. I know this reasoning doesn’t apply as Japan and U.S. do different things to get people’s attention. I just feel like saying it because most of the outrage came from whiny SJW’s from America with a big Twitter following. Yeah, my black ass is not fond of those people.

Third, WHO THE FUCK CARES?! My God, Uzaki was teasing Sakurai about giving blood so he would do so. This was actually a good ploy to get people to give blood. I would give blood more often if America offered something anime related. Don’t you people have anything better to do than to harass people about 2-D waifus? Aren’t we in the middle of a fucking pandemic? Tap Dancing Fuck!

ENDING: The final episode set us up with a punch to the gut where Uzaki comes to Sakurai’s apartment stating she can no longer see him. But it’s not like she’s moving away or her mother put her foot down on these two hanging out. Her grades are low and she needs to study for her final exams. I should have known this was a troll move.

The final episode wasn’t a total loss. I mean, we did get a revelation in the form of Sakurai getting drunk. Uzaki gets Sakurai drunk at his own apartment (so his defenses are down) and in his drunken haze, Sakurai reveals that he loves…her cooking. But Uzaki was also drunk and all she heard was the word “love”. They pass out, Sakurai’s friend comes in, puts them both to sleep on the futon, and leaves. The two of them wake up not knowing what happened that night, but definitely feel weird about everything. And their hanging out moments will continue. I mean, we are getting a season two. I don’t know when that’ll happen, but it was definitely green-lit.

In the meantime, there’s always Don’t Toy With Me, Miss Nagatoro to watch!

Oof. That one is a lot to take in. Let’s just stick to Uzaki-chan right now.

This was an entertaining anime. Hell, the controversies don’t bother me one bit. Uzaki-chan is a cake-walk when you’ve got other anime controversies like bad CG or an anime set around revenge rape or Miss Nagatoro! Seriously, Miss Nagatoro is just Uzaki-chan on steroids. Anyways, Uzaki-chan is one of those fun animes you’ll want to watch if super curious. Or if you’re a straight-up pervert, you’ll won’t even care about the story and just stare at those jiggly-bits of Uzaki’s bouncing about. I’m sorry, but her flesh-colored tooth wasn’t enough for even me to look away from those globs of fat.

If you would like to watch Uzaki-chan, FUNimation has all 12 episodes available in either sub or dub.

Final note: Don’t insult Choco-mint.

Okay, what’s my next FUNimation licensed anime?

That one anime with THIS banger!

Fuck yeah!