#sorry is there are missing words or mispellings!

[postalollie]

What are ur favorite things about pdude :) any of them and what do think dating one would be like 😳

OO HI!! SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE!!

In general I love the fact hes a morally grey character that in general doesnt seems to care for what other think of him! (except if hes wearing a gimp suit obviously lol) and his smugness as well, for postal 2 dude I love his colors! theyre more dull which for me fits his character really well and I try to do that in my art of him as well (though Ive been slacking more on that aspect lol) his design in general is just so nice to look and memorable too, its simple but effective, peak character design right there and I dont even mean it as a joke I genuinely think his design is super good, and most importantly THE GLASSES!! I like drawing him with his eyes showing but when he has the sunglasses is where the fun is at, because it kinda brings a surprise factor to him, his colors are more died down but then you see his eyes and BAM!! green! of course theyre not too bright as to match with his other colors but still bright enough for him to have some contrast and bring some surprise to the player!

Now for p1 dude, I once again love his color scheme, I love red so its fun to look at him, even with just his limited model on the original postal you can see a lot of stuff in his design which is very impressive! I love his fingerless gloves and his sweater vest as well/shirt he wears on the gone postal cover, also...long hair...pretty.. ALSO his design with the red coat and green vest! I dont usually see it being drawn (I personally do prefer to draw the red and black version because I prefer that color scheme but the other is still quite good and I wanna draw it someday!) idk his design is just once again very cool to me

NOW FOR THE DATING PART OwO (sorry if these are hard to understand im very bad with writing and most of my fantasies rarely follow a story or a very strict personality to them lol)

for p2 I imagine it would be more difficult for him to "open up" I guess, he would start pretty closed off like he is in the game, even when hes interested in you hes still kinda closed off, with stuff like flirty interactions the thing he can do best because hes more in control, show that man some genuine affection and he wouldnt know how to take it (show that man love no one in paradise apreciates him >:( ) he would probably blue screen a bit from affection, however slowly he would start getting used it and start showing a bit more as well, you would just need to be a bit patient with him, he would however still care for you and be a bit possesive, not in the unhealthy way I mean would get jealous about you and if anyone tried to do anything he would kick their ass, in general his love language is a mix of physical contact and acts of service, he also calls you darling and dearie :)

NOW FOR P1 oh p1

tbh I think he would a bit more possesive compared to p2 by a bit, finding a not sick person would be a miracle to him, he would be a bit more emotional as well, confiding in you and being the only one he would trust, to me he would profess his love to you in a way more I guess poetic way?? idk how to call it but yeah! man is down bad for you essentialy, dont get me wrong though hes still postal dude of course, just ya know with more problems

now for the massacre part.. I feel it COULD be possible to be able to stop him from doing everything like people generally write p1 x reader fics but honestly to me, idk I feel like no matter what something would make him snap, the thing is would you join him or not... my self insert does but really I think that changes from person from person, I imagine that during the very small breaks from the killing he would be all over you, you're the thing that calms him down, also if he went to the asylum he would be saved by you, together till the end no matter what

AGAIN I know the whole joining in with him might seem bad! its just that for me its not any postal dude, especially postal 1 dude wihout some violence ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

ALSO i headcanon all the dudes with the exception of corkscrew for obvious reason that theyre all part brazilian and portuguese is their first language! (self projection wee hoo) so they would call you pet names or say how much they love in the language! I feel they would say amor a lot and the variations of it (amorzinho, meu amor, mo, also that basically means my love in different ways in english) p3 would say xuxu or xuxuzin for sure though (idk how to translate this but like, imagine it as like saying doll or darling but in a more joking manner)

In any way, all of them would be protective of you, wouldnt want to hurt you no matter what and if anyone tried they're dead

(also bonus p3, he would be the most smug out of all of them, he KNOWS you love him and he loves you too and oh boy is he gonna have fun with it, also both him and p2 would probably fight for you a bit in paradise lost lol)

[starryficsfinishwen]

✧!。◟[kinktober 2023] ꜱᴡɪᴍ — PGR & GI x reader [week 4]

you picked a dance with the devil and you lucked out

a.n. - heuheu writing this entirely while I'm at a salon, waiting until my hair is finally dyed LOL. ended up finishing this half asleep as well, so I'm sorry to the parts down below if they were full of mispells. this has been a wild month, trying to keep up with real life responsibilities and writing this at the same time. it was hard but everyone's support and interaction kept me going, so I'm super super thankful for your endless support and likes/shares/comments!! I wuv u all <3 p.s. - I could take all 5 of them. I didn't say in a fight.

pairings - gray raven [lee, m!shikikan] & fontaine men [neuvillette, wriothesley, lyney] x fem!reader

kinktober masterlist

warnings - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. NSFW THEMES AHEAD: virginity loss, sex toys, exhibitionism, cockwarming, power play, mutual masturbation, marking, use of derogatory terms (whore), use of pet names (princess, pet), undertones of yandere themes? (lyney)

! — Lee: Hyperreal [ first time + virginity loss ]

A soft, desperate plea of your name from Lee's lips is driving you insane.

Picture this: sunset slips through the windows, draping orange and red hues all over his body. Some of its delicate light spills to you, all over your bare shoulders and breasts, but his lips find refuge in these spaces. Incessant hands tangle lazily in each other's bodies, yours wrapped around his neck, and him in the dip of your hips.

Lee— your Lee— kisses the skin in your shoulder, between your clavicle, in the part of your neck that you were once scared to show; and you— you are his— kiss the crown of his head, fingers now lacing the threads of his hair. You revel in his groans and whine as you purposely grind yourself in the tent in his middle, body closer as you sit so, so prettily in his lap.

“[Y/N],” he calls you softly, fingers pressed on your hips, “you're teasing me...”

“Can't help it,” you murmured, enamored in his reactions as you continued to grind yourself in the addictive friction, “no, not when you're acting like this,”

He nibbles on your neck as a response, earning a squeak from you. “H-hey!”

He chuckles, the vibrations of his lips tickling your neck, “mm...you were the one who started this...”

“Is it my fault,” you hold a whimper when you feel the outline of his cock find your protruded clit, a surge of pleasure tingling throughout your body, “when I badly want to touch you like this...”

“God, [Y/N],” he groans more into your neck, trying to pull you even closer, fingers lightly fidgeting with the hook behind your back, “I can't just cum like this...”

You giggle, craning your neck so Lee could kiss you more, “you want to cum, hmm? Why not, I won't judge.”

“N-no...” Your Lee shyly spoke, pulling away to meet you, the flush in his face making your hole flutter around nothing as you hear his next words, “I want to cum with you...”

The throb of your synchronized heartbeats nearly deafens your ears, but you catch on what he whispered as he finally unhooks your bra, “...I want to be inside of you before I cum.”

Who would have thought that your construct— your beloved Lee— would be so bold? He drives you mad, he drives you insane.

He moans your name as you grind on him more, and you whine his own name, your slick dripping through your sad excuse of panties and onto his pants, hurriedly taking off of your bra, “need you, Lee, I need you, too.”

He kisses you with fervor, hands playing with your erect nipples, each kiss swallowing both of your moans. Without missing a beat, he hoists you up with one hand, the other trying to shake off his pants. You are eager to help as well, breaking off the kiss just to help him.

His cock springs free, a beautiful long, red and curvy, with precum already leaking, that it makes you salivate.

You kiss him again, hands fumbling to touch his member, taking in his every reaction. Your saliva webs as you pull away, eagerly looking at his hazy aqua irises, reflecting your own need for this, for him.

“I want you to take my virginity, Lee,” you confessed, the shade of his blush now deeper, a low moan reverberating throughout the room as he digs his fingers into your skin. “I want to be yours...”

“You'll be mine, yes,” he whispers through a kiss, feeling your wet folds as you slowly aligned yourself, his cockhead poking through your cunt, “god, and I'll be yours, [Y/N].”

You sink into his cock halfway through, before twin moans spills from both of your lips. Without breaking eye contact, he thrusts a little more into you, your walls trying to accommodate his member slowly slipping into you.

You whimper his name, slowly fucking yourself through the pain, but immediately surrendering as you felt the pressure down there building oh so well, how full you already felt even before he finally bottoms out.

Squealing as he grabs ahold of you, lowering you onto the bed, he leaves a kiss on your lips, before looking at you with such dedication,

“Mine,” his fingers interlace with yours, an experimental thrust onto you that made you moan, “I'm yours, and you're mine now.”

! — Shikikan: ?? [ sex toys + exhibitionism ]

The esteemed, beloved, and the many titles your lover holds cannot simply explain the very essence that is them.

By them, you meant the Gray Raven Commandant.

Heavily exalted and praised, he's almost like a walking god amongst the people in Babylonia. It's no surprise, really; the team he leads brought so many victories to Babylonia, and it's more than proper for him to be treated as such. On top of that, being his lover seems to add so much stress onto his overbearing duties. However, your lover only tells you, “it's okay,” he'd assure you, “as long as you're with me, then it will all be better.”

What they didn't clarify was what they meant about their intentions.

A surge of pleasure surprises you, almost moaning out in front of your lover's team. Quietly, you coughed it out, hoping they never noticed.

“Are you alright, miss [Y/N]?” asked Lee, who had a puzzled expression on his face.

Additionally, you were the construct's consultant. Sitting down with them at least once every two weeks was needed. Since you were closer to them, they could summon you whenever they want. It's just... unfortunate— that day had to be today, where your lover decided to play with you.

“The flu seems common lately,” Lucia added, reaching out to check on your temperature by placing the back of her hand on your forehead, “have you checked in with the doctor?”

In truth, you were absolutely fine: good stats, no illness whatsoever. In fact, you've already checked in with the doctor just recently, signing you with good health. However, the vibrations that nestled deeply inside your cunt would say otherwise. You try to shift your sitting, biting your lip.

“N-No, I'm fine!” you dismiss the subject, waving at them with a smile, “I choked on my own saliva, no worries.”

“Would you like me to run a scan on you, miss [Y/N]?” Liv asked, preparing her items, “we wouldn't want you to get sick...”

“I-It's fine, really!” You stood up (however, the vibrator somehow moved a little deeper), coughing away any attempt to moan, “I think it's time for us to move on, yes? This is a consultation for you guys, not me.”

In the corner of your eye, by the transparent window, a sly smirk on the Gray Raven Commandant's face makes you want to come over and smack it out of him. He's the reason for your current predicament— who knew he was into such?

“Alright,” Lucia clapped her hands, somehow making you sigh a breath of relief, “is it time for us to confide?”

You've developed a system dynamic with the constructs of Gray Raven. Friendly sharing, you've claimed, helps in relationship building. At first, it didn't seem to work. But after countless battles and hardship, it wasn't long before Lee— who somehow was the first one to speak— confided. Which led a domino effect on all team members.

“Yes,” you sit once more, trying to ignore the dull ache down there, “it's your turn this time, right, Lucia?”

“Yes!” cheering like a child, Lucia clears her throat, before folding her hands, “just this week, the Commandant and I were sparring...”

You tried, really. You tried so hard. But your lover was just too cruel. Halfway through Lucia's talk, the intensity of the vibrator inside of you starts to pick up, causing you to rock a little in your seat. You look at your lover, but they only smiled through the screen.

It's not time to cum, you imagine them saying if they were next to you, better listen to Lucia if you want.

But is it wrong to somehow let your mind wander elsewhere while your favorite person speaks; you, bending on the table, and your Commandant fucking you mercilessly, how your drool would slip out of your mouth, like a bitch in heat. You feel your arousal dripping, too, out of your stockings, cursing that your lover manipulated you into not wearing any panties today.

You try to listen, but your hand shakes, holding in the goddamn urge to cum—

“Excuse me,” the door opens, revealing the Commandant, “I need [Y/N] out for a while. President Hassen is asking for us.”

You quickly stood up, accidentally slamming your hand on the table. “Is that so?”

The tall tale sign of your lover's never-ending taunts for you: the sweetest, sickening kind of smile that you fell for. Dismissing your constructs for a while and into the awaiting entrance, you hear the lock in place.

You take it as a sign to bend over to the awaiting chair, purposely letting them see your puffy folds.

“Well, aren't you such a good girl,” your lover cooes, tracing your dripping slit to your aching clit, making you moan, “I thought you'd break down the moment you stepped inside the room.”

“Fuck me already, please,” gone was the authoritative figure consultant that was you— only a messy, needy little slut awaiting for something to fill her up.

He swiftly takes the vibrator out of you, “since you've been good, I'll let you have your fun,” before putting it directly into your clit, making you moan out loud.

Without a warning, he shoves his cock inside of you, the entry making you clench around him, almost making you cum.

“Hah, should have known you like to be like this, mm?” He accentuates every word with harsh thrusts, making you whine from the pleasure, “does it help you get off that you're being fucked in here, while my team is outside?”

He leans closer to your ear, this position making his cock reach deeper, “that their commandant is fucking his little cumslut?”

You came accidentally over his words, squirting as your heartbeat erratically thumps in your chest. Oh, you were absolutely fucked.

But your lover only laughs, starting to fuck you more. “That's right, that's my girl. Well, since the doctor did say that this week is when you're most fertile, how about I fill you up until you're carrying our child this time, hm?”

! — Neuvillette: Ordainer of Inexorable Judgment [ cockwarming + power play ]

The dear Iudex of Fontaine never crumbles; he is the backbone of the justice system, the very life force of your homeland.

Aka, he's also your boss. Unconditionally, under no circumstance, you were subject to listen to every word he would say, unless you wish to be underwater for disobeying orders.

That's why, when your boss asks you to keep quiet, even when his cock is splitting your poor, overstimulated pussy apart, you must follow it unconditionally.

As Lady Furina delivers her dramatic dialogue to the audience, with the poor man down below who was the subject of today's court, you try to entice your beloved Chief Justice with your doe eyes, diamond tears prickling at the side.

“S-sir,” you hiccuped (you felt his cock twitch inside of you from those words alone), “w-will you p-please move...”

If his hands were not on his cane, then they're busy squeezing your hips and thighs. But right now, his gloved fingers find themselves buried, toying with your throbbing nub.

“I told you to keep quiet, pet,” the subtle growl makes your walls squeeze around him, whining, “I will move when I want to.”

His long and thick cock was snugly fit inside of you, tip kissing all the good spots even without moving. You rock your hips, but his hands are quick to silence you, making you unable to move.

“S-sir,” you cried out as a whisper, “i-it's been a few hours...”

The pressure on your clit makes you want to combust, your slick now coating his balls and dripping to the floor. As someone who resonates with water, your arousal is overwhelming, even to Neuvillette himself. Yet, as addictive as it is, it was more fun to see you writhe until...

“Did I tell you not to say a word?” He rubs your clit harder, your walls spasming wildly around his cock, “do you wish to be seen by the people of Fontaine being fucked like a whore then?”

You whimper more as he thrusts harshly into you, yet your rationality still asks you to look if Lady Furina noticed. But as Neuvillette, mean as he can be, starts to move at a pace you never expected; your mind goes blank as you feel your orgasm approaching, clawing Neuvillette's thighs to warn him.

Oh, but he knows; he has always known.

“What a whore you are, pet.”

Your orgasm crashes into you, whines silenced by his slick-coated fingers shoved into your mouth, crocodile tears falling from your eyes. Your pussy convulses, almost making Neuvillette crumble as well— but you know what happens when someone breaks the rules.

You looked back at Neuvillette, who had a dark expression on his face, your heartbeat pulsating like his dick inside of you.

“Since you disobeyed me,” he pushes his cock deeper, “let's see how many orgasms can you make here until you learn how to obey your master.”

! — Wriothesley: Emissary of Solitary Iniquity [ mutual masturbation ]

The Lord of the Fortress of Meropide is a simple man— if he wants something, he'll get it, no matter what.

In this context, he'll get you this time.

But the room where he usually sits and does his work as the duke, when he overlooks his responsibility as the head, is hotter than the fire that warms his fortress and poisons his every single thought as he watches you: lithe fingers curled deep in your cunt, palm rubbing your clit, and you, nearly naked as you sit across the duke, hooded eyes looking at him with sultriness and want.

“Oh,” you dawdle out, pleasure tingling in your stomach and lingering in your spine as you watch him look at you, “Your grace, do I distract you?”

Your legs are wide open, propped in the table Wriothesley works in. You've long discarded your pants (thrown somewhere in the room), your panties inside his pockets, and you're left in nothing but his shirt and your jacket— you bite your lip as you feel yourself lose to his gaze.

“You do,” Wriothesley mutters, “you're distracting me so much...”

You could see the tent of his manhood even without trying, the outline noticeable enough from your position. He gently caresses his bulge, groaning at the intensity. You softly tutted, rubbing small circles over your cunt, “Why don't you join me, mmh?”

He tries to look away from you, but your whines and moans only turn him on, making him look back to you. His dark irises stare intensely at you, that it made you moan out his name.

“I'm, nngh, fuck,” Wriothesley groans, seeing your smile as he finally decides to unzip his pants, “you're so naughty, have you no shame? Strutting around my fortress, just to do something like this?”

You start to drool as you see Wriothesley pull out his cock, suddenly well aware how long and thick it would be when it was sheathed inside of you—

“Your Grace,” you feign your coyness, pouting even as you fuck yourself, “can't help it when you're plaguing me, mm; you're all I think about now, Wrio...”

You watch him as he fists his dick, eyes still not looking away as his face contorts in pleasure. Wriothesley moans out your name, grip on his cock tightened now.

“Such a needy girl,” he growls, slapping on his thigh, “you should be here, sitting on me, instead of that poor chair.”

You listened — sitting prettily in his lap, with your fingers stuffing your cunt, and Wriothesley fisting himself. Wriothesley couldn't help but reach out and suck on your breasts, forgetting that you were in his office and that there were people out there.

“Feels comfortable, mm?” Wriothesley kisses the space underneath your ear, making you shiver, “or do you want to sit elsewhere?”

“No, don't wanna,” you cried out now feeling his fingers play with your nipples, that you experimentally rolled your hips in his thigh, “I wanna sit here all this time...”

The sound of slick as you both touch each other fills the room, little moans and whimpers eagerly in your ears. You wanted to sink yourself into your beloved's dick, but you nearly forget that it's a game that the both of you agreed to play.

Seeing him, looking at you as he fists his cock, red with pre-cum pooling at the slit, you imagine it was you sucking it wholly in your mouth. Or that his cock is the one slipping in and out of your folds instead of your short, little fingers. But his mouth found your breasts, eagerly sucking your sensitive bud. It drives you insane— your orgasm teetering so, so close.

“Fuck, that's a pretty little pussy,” Wriothesley groans, watching as you rub your pussy faster, making you whine, “she's opening for me, fuck.”

“Wrio,” you whimpered, drawing your hips closer to him, “wanna cum, I wanna cum with you, please...”

“Fuck, since you asked so nicely, princess,” Wriothesley's cock aligns closer to your pussy, cockhead aiding to rub your clit, “I'm going to cum with you, then. C'mon, princess,”

The intensity and pressure as you look at him makes the dam break, a broken moan from your lips as your pussy convulses and liquid comes out— squirting just as Wriothesley shoots his cum to you. Your high made you lose your vision, both of you breathing hard from your climaxes, but you feel it, felt Wriothesley's cockhead rubbing your overstimulated pussy with a mixture of your fluids.

You feel yourself being lowered onto something hard, before feeling Wriothesley's kisses all over your face. When your vision returns, you are met with a smiling lover.

“Welcome back to Earth, princess,” he purred, making you mirror his smile. However, you feel something slip in easily onto your quivering pussy, making you moan lowly, before realizing what it was.

“As amazing as it felt, I don't think it's enough, mm. Can you...can you do that to me again? This time, with my cock inside of you.”

! — Lyney: Spectacle of Phantasmagoria [ marking ]

Having a magician as a lover wasn't an easy task.

It comes with endless patience (deciphering whether he is lying or not, either about your missing toothbrush or the paycheck this week), random misplaced items (you swore you kept your bag there, how did it end up in the laundry basket?!), and whether you were talking to someone real or just your imagination.

Not to mention he's a fan of doing the most absurd things just to rile you up.

“Lyney!” you gasped as you felt his leaking cockhead teasing your awaiting pussy, “what are you doing?”

Outside, people were now coming in to see their spectacular show. They were eagerly awaiting Lyney and Lynette's magic to entice them, but look who's currently fucking you from the black box of the theatre, your mind reeling from possibilities of being caught.

“Sorry, love,” you felt him press you onto the railing, his cock easily inside of you, “I really wanted to see you...”

Lies. He must have seen you talking to one of your old classmates, who also came to see the show. You know your lover— simple interactions with another spelled jealousy, unless you've spoken about it first.

“B-but your show is starting s-soon,” you hold back your moans, feeling his lips latch onto your neck, “h-hey! Don't leave hickies!”

But he doesn't listen. If he could tear apart your clothes, leave marks and bites all over your skin, he would. But right now, hickies on your neck is sufficient.

One particular mark on your neck made him lick it up, “Sorry, I really can't help but mark what is mine.”

The tell tale sign of him nearing the climax: his dick pulsates deep inside of you, while he starts to grunt in your ear. You're close as well, with the tip of his cock caresses you so great.

Without a warning, he props one of your legs on his own, stretching you more as he now rubs your neglected nub. You tried not to moan any louder, unless you catch the attention of the passerby down there.

“Let me hear you, mmph,” he groans your name, one of his hands sneaking just below your navel, “I want to hear you while I paint your walls white.”

He wants you to cum, your orgasm teetering so close to comfort. Gripping onto the railings of the black box, you writhe and crumble in Lyney's arms, cumming as soon as he hoisted you closer to his hips, the angle fucking into you without a warning.

With one last cry of your name, Lyney follows, warm and hot cum filling your empty womb. You are a little lucid when you feel something warm where his hand is, senses tingling as he kisses his bite marks.

“Lyney,” you called out, whining as he slowly pulled out, “what...what did you do?”

Lyney watches as his cum overflows, finger now fucking it back inside of you, but you could only cry out. Your lover only laughs, watching the low glow of the card-like tattoo etched on your stomach, something that he was proud to mark you with.

“Oh, it's nothing, just something to remind me that you're mine.”

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[stitchwraith-stingers]

HAII!!! SURPRISE GIFT JUMPSCARE!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!! luv u all!!!

lampwick for @castlingvanias , sophia carter for @springbonnie-fanclub , amaya izumi for @valleyfthdolls , heath for @frindoka, ocha for @toothlesstdm , satoshi for @cobrajacky and GLaDoS for @bearionette

tried to get every detail on these guys sorry if i missed something </3 ALSO IM SORRY FOR ANY SHAKEY LINES THE MOUSE I USUALLY USED DECIDED TO STOP WORKING THE MOMENT I STARTED TO WORK ON THIS AND I HAD TO USE MY SISTERS GAMER MOUSE RIP

seperate versions under cut + extra words <3

andrew - HI ANDREW SORRY IK UR IN UR PKMN BRAINROT MOMENT RN BUT I ALWAYS LOVE TO DRAW LAMPWICK EVEN THOUGH I DONT KNOW HER AWHOLE ALOT <333 thank you for making pinnochio yuri real in ur adapation and i did not expect you to follow me after i found ur andrew art that one time and im still so happy i mananged to name one of ur aus AKJDKJ ALSO YOU JUST ALWAYS HAVE THE BEST OPINIONS EVER . EVERYTIME YOU GO INTO MY ASKBOX TO TYPE AN ESSAY UR THAT ONE GUY WRITING ON FIRE GIF... COOLEST PERSON IVE EVER SEEN

bonnie - THANK U FOR HAVING SUCH BASED OPINIONS I LOVE THE IDEA OF TRANSFEM JULIUS... estrogen probably saved her... GRAHH I LOVE UR PIXEL-ISH ART STYLE AND YOU ALSO JUST GET IT.. YOU GET EVERYTHING AND I ALWAYS TRUST U W FAZ FRIGHTS OPINIONS..... yes rouge thank you for listening to my insane ramblings about peeing in a hot topic /ref (how faz frights yuri should be more popular)

onyx - GRAHH I LOVE UR IDEAS SO MUCH UR SO GOOD W WORDS i love ur au as well AND I LOVE UR IDEA OF VANNY / VALENTINE....that one time you made a comment about how ur impressed w the fact i can draw in ms paint has stayed in my mind i dont know why ..... ONE HUNDRED BILLION TRILLION SMILES AND HUGS... UR SO COOL AND EPIC WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE IT

fret - HII FRET .. NOT ALOT OF WORDS CUZ WE ARENT SUPER CLOSE SORRY </3 ur art is so epic and awesome and i love how you draw tufts so much ... i did not expect you to refind me again after i dissapeared from twt LOL but so cool and epic... i tried to get heath as accurate as possible but i couldnt find a ref that wasnt from september and i wasnt sure if it was updated so im sorry if i got anything wrong </33 i LOVEDD doing the stripes so much sorry the ones on the tail look so rushed

lillie - WE DONT TALK ALOT EITHER!!! I LOVE HOW COMPLICATED YOU CAN DO ANY DESIGN!!!!!!!! i tried to challange myself to get it fully accurate to the ref i found.. yeah that anon was me sorry....GRAHH UR ART IS SO PRETTY IM GRABBING YOU LIKE A SOPPY WET CAT.. PEACE AND LOVE ON THE PLANET EARTH you are the most joyus person on the planet i have ever seen i swear if i walk into your room it would be straight up the sun you are SO HAPPY AND POSITIVE I LOVE IT

charolette - HIII ... KEEPING THE RUNNING THEME OF ALWAYS MISPELLING UR NAME CUZ I CANT FIGURE OUT HOW TO SPELL IT.. YOUVE BEEN HERE THE LONGEST ... EVER SINCE MY DA DAYS AND MY DRTWT SHINANIGANS... i will forever mourn the fact the 'WHAT THE FUCK IS POISON GENDER' video where we dunked on some random romanian dudebro guy for making fun of my pkmn headcanons and we used danganronpa sprites is gone... ur the type of person to read the bible as if its some random every day novel and i think thats rad and cool.... this florust guy looks so cool i hope atleast he survives abit in ur fangan.. holding a cake that says IM SORRY THAT YOU KNEW ME WHEN I WAS 11

atlas - HI ATLAS... UR ART IS THE SHIT I LOVE IT... THE COLORS R SOSOSOSO BEAUTIFUL.. ONE BILLION SMILES FOR YOU AND I LOVE UR CASSIE DESIGN... IF I EAT UR ART IT WOULD PROBABLY TASTE LIKE MANGO... GRAHHH i cant believe we started to talk after you drew my cookie run oc that one time... ITS SO COOL TO SEE HOW FAR YOUVE GONE W UR ART.. i tried to keep the blocky shape of ur GLaDoS design AND IT WAS SO FUN TO EXPIRIMENT WITH..... yipee

[marvelmaniac2000]

The Riddler - (Edward x Reader) 💚 Ch.2

 Summary: Edward can’t help seeing you struggle with your day to day life, if only there was a way to make it more tolerable.  

Subject: Deep! meaningful fluff, eventually will turn into smuts in upcoming chapters, desperation, submissive kink, savior kink, Being pampered/babied kink, stalking, minor depression, mystery thriller?

MATURE 18+/ MISPELLING GRAMMAR APOLOGIES

Words: 981

Characters: Edward Nashton x Reader (college fem! reader)

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   Edward sat on the subway train with sweaty palms. It seems so crazy how he could act like a confident prude in front of you, but deep inside when you’re gone, he’s nothing but an anxious mess. He frantically looked around the subway seeing the absent minded people all mind their business. Gotham wasn’t a good city to go catching love or trying to be a good citizen. Edward knew right away that you weren’t from this city, you seemed so delightful but yet so dreary being able to blend in with everyone here all too well. 

  “Excuse me sir, do you know how to get to Gotham’s courthouse from this stop?” a random man who had a hunched briefcase leaned down toward him. “Uh no not really sorry” he pushed his glasses up and lowered his head. 

  “Don’t you live here?” he scoffed. 

“Yea, but I simply don’t know sir” Edward grew tired of the people around him. All so rude and corrupted. But when he thinks about you he feels all of his pain go away. No one ever made him feel as happy as his lovely girl. Everyday he needs to see you at least once. His little darling girl, his doughy eyed girl. You were so young and vulnerable, but deep inside you knew what you were doing to him. Deep inside him he wanted to fuck you like a whore and own your body. But eventually he would have it. Patience is something he knew all too well…

        His office space was something stereotypical from his boring cubicle and office supplies on the table. He noticed an extra pile of work that had been slammed on his desk early this morning. One of his coworkers popped his head up next door to him. 

  “Hey more work to do today what a fucking asshole” he rolled his eyes. “Yea I know this isn’t nothing we aren’t used to” he replied. 

Edward leaned his elbows down and moved his cursor back in and forth from the screen. Mentally he was at work but emotionally he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He opened his work tab and tried to get in his zone. But of course he had to open a second tab to make sure he was stalking your social media account. He never missed a post. 

His pants harden looking at your profile pic. This girl he grew so infatuated with was going to be living with him. Every day, every second, every hour,  every moment will be spent alone with her. He wants to devour his hands around your soft skin and caress your hair. So perfect and lovely you are… 

There’s so much that had to be done, he had to figure out how to clean out his apartment and make room for your stuff. He couldn’t let you see all of the things he’s collected from you and the obsessive things he’s created in his world. It would scare his precious girl off. He couldn’t let you escape. He finally got what he wanted and there was no stopping him. 

Edward looked at his phone, and realized you held his phone with your delicate fingers. He now has your number. He now has the power to call and text you whenever he wants to. The truth inside him hurted knowing he already knew your address and contact information already, but it was the only way he could be near you, he loved you dearly. Excitement drew deep inside him, he felt like he was hit with some kind of drug. He was addicted to you, and finally having his lovely girl live with him was all surreal. 

     After Edward’s meeting with his manager, he scurried down to leave work to come find you waiting for him. Before he entered he watched for a minute unbothered. The way your hips moved around the tables and how effortless you were with other people around. He needed to clean his room fast before he let you in.

   He entered the cafe and tried hard not  to look at your shirt picturing your soft bouncing breasts. 

  “So how was your day?” He sat at the counter and handed over a key. 

“Oh geez it was.. good”  she gave you a naive smile and plopped down on the stool next to you. “How did you manage to make a spare key already?” you furrowed your brows. 

“I have my ways” he shrugged and swiveled his stool to make his knees brush yours. 

“You should move in whenever you’re ready tho” 

You blush a bit red seeing those eyes kiss your soul. “Um thank you E-Edward” you smiled. 

“Can I call you Eddie instead? I feel like that fits you more” you blushed.

“Whatever you want, we’re roommates now” he grinned. 

“Well not yet but I feel like we made the right choice” you flirted back. 

She said we, Eddie’s mind race. Someone needed to pinch him already. He couldn’t wait any longer, he was going to pay you a visit tonight in your bedroom if he had to. He needed to be inside you now, you both were roommates right? 

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[milkywayan]

dyslexia is just such a shit thing to have, like everyone just thinks im stupid af because i constantly mispell shit in the 3 languages i have to use daily, i have to actively think for a few seconds to know where left and right is, i have to make a million lists for everything or i get confused, i misread stuff all the time, again, causing people to think im totally stupid because i miss a word/read something different that changes the context and then have to explain myself with 'oh sorry i cant read'

fuck this ghhh

[transfemlogan]

yo do any of your sides have typing quirks 👀 wentz strikes me as someone who’d use leet speak (wentz is your creativity’s name right? sorry, trying to memorize all of them and struggling jajdjdjf) - @girlboypatton

Well i actually used 2 have a typing quirk (& still do), so when I used 2 type silly & strange, all my sides did 2

i typed liek diz !!11!!! Or svmtiemzz iid dovble mqii lttrzz & qdd rqndom qz evrywherezz

(I typed like this! Or sometimes id double my letters and add random qs everywhere)

My typing quirk has adapted in2 something more accessible 2 screenreaders, ppl w/ dyslexia, & other disabled ppl.

ANYWAY. Wentz (creativity) 100% uses a typing quirk occassionally and, quite literally, speaks little emoticons like xD and :3 (how does nya do that? Thats 4 woof 2 know & u 2 find out). It is a running joke in my Swapped AU, that cos uses random faces & c!Thomas is Terrified.

There is a very specific way scene kids typed back in the early 2000s & it was not leet speak (leet speak originated 4 hackers & evolved more 4 gamers, if i rmbr correctly), so Wentz doesn't use leet speak.

Wentzz typez liek DIZ x3 o3o probzz liek da way da author of mai immortal typd thru out da seriezz. Phull of miszpellz & bd grmmr & tking out rando lttrz cuz it waz KEWL xD (@ da tiem!) -_-;;

(Wentz types like this x3 o3o probs like the way the author of my immortal typed through out the series. Full of mispells and bad grammar and taking out rando letters because it was cool xD (at the time!) -_-;)

Memphis (egotism) doesn't necessarily use a typing quirk, in the way that word means now, but she does shorten every single word if she can (& even when she cant). Uses every abbreviation & acronym under the sun. He has things 2 do!!! Like.... continue 2 text & b on his phone.

Both him & wentz r probably the 2 ppl u do NOT want 2 text w/.

Memphis wll shrtn vrythng 2 spnd less time typng. probs uses LOL & OMG & TTYL in daily cnvrs. & hates making his wrds easier 2 read

(Memphis will shorten everything to spend less time typing. Probs uses LOL & OMG & TTYL in daily conversation. & hates making his words easier to read)

On the other hand, Wentz will gladly drop his scene speak 2 make his text accessible.

Maven doesn't like 2 text or call... or talk, or be around people, but when they do text they don't use a typing quirk, they're just always tired & it affects their writing. A million misspells and missing letters and— how did you even sleepily misclick so badly you ended up in the emojis??

& then everyone else is somewhat normal. They either type w/ 2 much punctuation (see: Melvin Compassion) or refuse to even respond 2 ur text message (see: Mercury Paranoia) or responds 2 all of ur msgs w/ some form of vulgarity & middle finger emojis (see: Maddox Impulse)

[melissa-titanium]

IK THIS SOUNDS RLY pushy and like weird and ermm crigne but i just wanted to kniw if ur opinion shave changed on spacemoth and maybeermm ramble a little mayhaps???

NOT PUSHY !!!! NOT WEIRD!!!!! CASPER WE ARE ALL CRINGE HERE ITS OKAY ITS OKAY. ALSO IM SO SORRY FOR FORGETTING TO ANSWER THISA WHILE AGO I SAW IT THEN FORGOT :((

OK OK SO. FOR STARTERS. THEY R CANON. TO ME. LIKE THEYRE STRAIGHT UP CANON I SOMETIMES FORGET THEYRE NOT. IRELALY HOPE ONE DAY... DIRECTDOGGY ACKNOWLEDGES YOU AND MAKES DIALTOWN 2 JUST TO PUT SPACEMOTH IN IT.....ok im sorry ijsut lodst my train of thought iliterally dont remebr what iwas.talking about. a really romantic silly nightcore (NOT sped up. nightcore) song jjusst started playing and it reminds me of spacemoth :) eventhough its kind of about ... missing a chance with someomey ou love/... I CAN PRETEND ITS ABOUT SILLY MAKING OUT JUST PRETEND JUST.PRETEND.

BUT !!!!! THEYRE VERY SILLY MALEWIFE MOTH X SPACE COWBOY THE ULTIMATE DUO whenever isee a cowboy nowadays im like haha..norm..... but also egbert bc the one flash where egbert dresses up as a cowboy. i think theyd go off on their yeehaw endeavors (am i useing that word right) together BESIDES THE POINT. theyre the type to drink (i mispelled this as dirk) a smoothie togethet with two straws . their dynamic is so funny to me its like a magical girl x normal guy except theyre both old men

idk if this is anyting idk if this makes sense.but you get me

[magnoliamyrrh]

im sorry is it only me or has google docs gotten way worse recently. i feel like it was way easier to use, way less glitchy. it used to be able to correct words mispelled badly, now you miss a letter and it has no clue. theres no option to move imagines to back or front position in regads to each other. inserting images is a glitchy mess and god forbid you want to put one near the top or bottom of a page. the option to make text centered to the page looks weird and often ugly, whereas before i feel the program did a much better job. if you mess around w footnotes u get plenty of glitches on the bottom of pages which dont have them. been using google docs for years but lately its just been???

[lizardthelizard]

TUMBLR SAID THERE WAS AN ISSUE SO IF THIS IS A REPEATED ASK I'M SORRY BUT JUST IN CASE 😜👻☀📚

(Do not worry, the ask sent across just fine <3 thank you so much)

Fanfic ask game

😜 Describe a current WIP without using character names. (Points if your followers guess who the fic is for.)

Obvious fic will be obvious to anyone reading along but for a general summary that will make zero sense to everyone else:

After finally getting away from one horrible little island, the group crash land at a second, equally horrible little island. Someone gets impaled. Several arguments break out between various characters. There’s a Twist. Willy Wonka is here, probably. I love pairings involving divorcees that have never been married, apparently. There are so many homeless, orphaned children. Everyone is still stuck on a boat. No one is getting laid, but they fucking wish they were.

👻 Have you written holiday-themed fics? If yes, which is your fave? If not, what’s one holiday you’d want to write for, and which character(s) would the fic be for?

you know damn well which fic AU I might bring up here

...... Christmas hallmark movie divorce AU...(my beloved)

For anyone that happens to be reading this that doesn’t know about the existence of this AU and would like to know more, here’s the basic premise:

Pinocchio & Lampwick (aka...........August & Romeo.) have been married and recently divorced, for reasons (relating partly to Geppetto’s/Marco’s death & also the Blue Fairy sticking her oar in, (amongst other things)). Lampwick’s sister dies and Lampwick is the one that ends up adopting her toddler, Renata. But...it’s not easy, and Pinocchio (who Renata is already familiar with and is very fond of) offers to babysit her once (1 time) and then that turns into 2 times and 3 times and eventually it becomes a regular thing.

Lampwick works as a bartender, alongside Lizard. Pinocchio is a freelance writer. Robin is also here with Roland and is SO tired of hearing Lampwick bitch (affectionately) about Pinocchio. Captain Nemo is a counselor. Also, it’s Christmas Time, I guess. 🎄

However, if I were to ever write a fic that had nothing to do with any of this (an AU that may or may not receive a single paragraph’s worth of actual writing) I’d definitely go for a halloween fic. Right now, I’m literally only physically capable of writing OUAT fanfic and Once is just the perfect show for a goofy little halloween fic.

☀️ Has anyone ever left you a comment that made your day? What did it say?

oh but!!!!!!!!!!!! there are so many!! This will sound super corny, I’m sure but.....literally every comment I’ve gotten has made my day. My fic is too niche to garner any large following but the readers that I do have are just... !!!!!! 💕 I’m so incredibly grateful. (jojo & bee, since you might both see this, thank you both so much 😭🥺💕💕💕)

The honest answer is @naivesilver your double comment on ‘mess is mine’ is still something I go back and re-read sometimes and it makes me go !!!!! 💗💗💗 every single time. I treasure it a lot.

📚 What grammar mistakes do you always make?

urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr all sorts, probably. I know that sometimes I miss out words and then my brain fills in the blank space and so THAT can be a mess sometimes. It doesn’t matter how many times I proof read my fic, there WILL be mistakes. But..............oh well.

Also, less in my final writing and more in my first drafts/general writing without auto-correct, I tend to misspell words with double letters in (case and point, I literally JUST NOW wrote ‘misspell’ as ‘mispell’.) My brain just goes “No, that’s too many letters” and then nothing looks right, even if it IS spelled correctly, and I have no idea what’s going on, help.

[trendyshadowqueen]

Lucille has a lot of stuffed animals. They all have names. The fun thing is that they all have weird names. She usually names then after characters of things she likes.

For example she has a fox named Marius Pontmercy after a character from Les miserables.

(sorry for any mispellings/missing words)

Oooooo Lucille <3

i do too

[anothercriminalmindswriter]

AaronHotchnerxReader

Word Count: 3k

Pairing(s): Boss x F!Reader.

Warning(s): 10 year age gap, choking, dirty talk,making out, swearing, begging, Just all around dirty so if your under 18, DO NOT READ. 

Summary: You have a thing for your boss, one night while your out with the team he makes a move. Based on the boat scene in 365 Days. 

This is the first smut I have ever wrote so don’t judge too hard. If there are any mispellings sorry about that I corrected as I went and I might have missed some. You are more than welcome to send request. I’ll write for any of the criminal minds cast except Rossi. If you have a big following please reblog so others can see or if you just like it. Thankiess :)

There was no doubt in your mind that you had a thing for your boss. You had been on the team for a year and a half now and for 6 of the most recent months you wanted nothing more than for your unit chief to bend you over his desk and rail the shit out of you. You and him would spend nights working on paperwork together and checking into each other's life. To say the least you guys were close, you just wanted to be a different type if close. 

This week was paperwork week which was mind boggling boring. You and the team aside from Rossi and Hotch who were in their offices were gathered around the bullpen talking about what they all had planned for saturday. 

“I was planning on just cuddling up with Sergio and binge watching Money Heist.” Emily said as she was leaning back in her chair with her hands on her head. Jj was sitting on Emily’s desk, when she looked at her and smiled. There has been a thing going on between them for god knows how long but only you knew considering you were Emily's best friend. You guys had grown super close after you and your pathetic ex boyfriend broke up a year ago. She happened to be the only one who knew about your thing for Hotch. She would constantly give you shit about it.

“Well I'm going to go to this theater where they’re showing the original version of ‘Solaris’ which is in Russian.” The whole team just looked at Reid and laughed. Not because they were making fun of him but because they loved how the boy genius instead of being a ‘regular’ 24 year old going out and getting drunk was getting excited about a Russian movie. The lovely Ms. Penelope was just walking into the bullpen as you guys stopped laughing with a beaming smile. 

“Hello my beautiful lovelies guess what?” You all looked at her in question wondering what type of craziness was about to come out of her mouth. 

“A fancy new club just opened up downtown! And I was thinking that we could all go tonight as a reward for working hard all week on this paper work!” You all looked at each other smiling silently agreeing that this would be a good idea. 

“Alright what time should we be ready and who’s picking up who?” You said as Rossi came out and leaned on the railing saying, “What time should we be where?” 

“A new bar downtown! Oh Please come to Rossi!” Hotch had just come out of his office looking at some paperwork. “Oh sir! We’re all going to a new bar downtown. Would you like to join us?” 

You all looked at him silently pleading for him to join. 

“Alright, it sounds like fun. I’ll come.” He said with his small smile that all of you guys got to see. 

“Let’s all meet at Penelope’s around nine since she’s closer and then we’ll just take an uber there?” Derek said, looking at everybody for approval. Everyone nodded in agreement and started going to their own desk to pack their things.

It was currently 8:08 so this gave you about 45 minutes to get ready. You headed home to pick out something to wear and start your makeup. You chose a velvet black two-piece with black heels. You didn’t mind wearing dresses, you just felt like tonight was not a dress type of night. Plus, you wanted something that wasn’t going to rise up when you danced. 

After you showered, you did your makeup and hair which you loosely curled and left down. You looked at yourself and felt so hot and confident. You walked out your door locking it and setting the alarm to meet your Uber to Penelopes. When you got there you saw everybodies car up front. You went up to Penelope’s to drop off a bag you brought with extra clothes in it. You knew you weren’t going to go all the way home tonight. When Pen opened the door everybody looked up at you and stared. 

“Damn mama! I might have to take you home with me tonight” Derek jokingly said as he winked at you. This made you laugh but turn slightly red. Hotch looked so hot. He was wearing jeans and a black dress shirt. The shirt hugged his body so well, he even had his sleeves rolled up. You could have pounced on him if the whole team wasn’t there, and of course if he felt the same way about you. 

“Alright let's get going! I want to drink!” Penelope said, waving her hands for everyone to walk out the door. Hotch had offered his arm to you to walk downstairs, being so close to him made your heart beat faster. 

When you guys got there you all sat in this big round booth as Derek and Penelope went to go get drinks. Emily of course sat next to Jj, next to Jj was Reid, you were on Reids other side while Hotch sat between you and Rossi. You guys had been drinking for a while when Derek brought up the idea of playing Never have I ever. 

“Okay never have I ever had sex in a public place.” Derek said. You all looked at each other and took a drink symbolizing you all have. You all started laughing. Emily gave you a weird smile then said “Ohh! I got one. Never have I ever thought about sleeping with someone on the team!” You all looked at each other and drank. You were surprised to see Hotch taking a drink, at the same time it made your heart drop to your stomach. Who had he thought of sleeping with?

After several rounds of Never Have I ever, Derek,Penelope, Emily and Jj had gone off to dance while Reid went off to talk to a group of girls and Rossi was off to find wife number four. Which left you and Hotch alone at the table. You didn’t mind this considering you guys were pretty close. You could tell he was tipsy by the way he was talking. You had asked how Jack was doing. You could barely hear him over the music so he leaned in to talk to your ear. His breath was hitting your neck making you squeeze your thighs together. You couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have his lips on your neck.

Luckily the team had come back to distract you from your thoughts.You were all having a conversation when you laughed and turned to Hotch only to see him already looking at you. He had this look in his eyes. Lust? No there's no way. You turned your head away so that none of the team would see what just happened. Hotch started telling a story about how Rossi almost married this woman while on a case in Nevada. You were starting to space out as you were looking at Hotch’s hands on the table. You started thinking about what it would be like to have his hand wrapped around your throat. You squeezed your thighs again at the thought. You hadn’t even noticed he caught you until he leaned down to your ear and said “I think about them around your throat too.” This made your eyes go wide. How the fuck did he know what you were thinking about? You just looked at him and looked away. You didn’t know what to say, he had caught you off guard. 

After several more rounds of drinks your confidence had built up and you asked Hotch to dance. Everyone else was dancing so why not. He had accepted which you weren’t expecting. You had grabbed his hand and guided him to the dance floor. He put his hands on your waist as you started moving your hips to the music. You heard him take a deep breath as your ass accidenlty grinded on his croach. You let your hands go up to his neck as his hands starts exploring your thighs and hips. He duck his head between your neck and whispered “I’ve thought about my hands exploring your body for so long.” This made your stomach flip but you just smiled and replied “Me too.” 

When the song finished you two headed back to the table. When you all sat back down everybody started talking amongst themselves. You were listening to Penelope’s story when you felt a hand go to the small of your back. You knew exactly who’s hand it was sat up straighter so your ass would look more defined. You saw him look down at your ass in your peripheral and smiled. He let his hand slip down and rub your ass then snake it to your inner thigh which made you suck in your breath. You could feel yourself getting wetter as he started to message. You decided two can play at that game and put your hand on his thigh. He sucked ina breath of air. You slowly moved your hand up to the muscle that was twitching in his pants. When you finally reached it your eyes went a little long. Holy shit he was big. He smiled when he saw your face so you messaged his member and he quickly grabbed my hand. 

You couldn’t take it anymore so you said “Alright guys i’m going to get going i’m sleepy.” Hotch immediately picked up what you were putting down and said “Yea me too. I have a meeting with Struass in the morning.” You both got up from the booth saying bye to the team and walked through the club together. While getting through the crowd he has his arms around you making your stomach get butterflies. As soon as you both got into the car he crashed his lips onto yours. It was a rough but passionate kiss. 

“You’ve been driving me driving me crazy with these pants all day. Your ass looks so good in them.” You moaned into his lips. Hearing him talk about you like that drove you crazy. He broke the kiss and you whined. “I know sweetheart, i don’t want to stop either but lets go to my place so we can fuck all night.” You smiled at the thought as he started the truck and drove to his place. The drive to his place felt like a eternity. You were slightly scared and excited at what was coming next. When you guys got there he ran around the truck to open the door for you. He snaked his arm around your waist walking to his apartment. You guys had passed a young group of guys on your way up. Hotch pulled you closer as they passed by, they were looking at you but said nothing. You loved how he was slightly possessive over you just by a group of guys that were much younger then you. 

You finally got to his apartment. Not even five seconds went by from when he unlocked the door to when he had you pinned against the door. He slapped your ass which made you yelp then he slid his hands to the back of your thighs and lifted you like you weighed nothing. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to his room. Your hands were tangled in his hair pulling, earning you a groan. 

“Safe word?” 

You thought about it for a sec then picked the obvious “Pineapple.” When you got to his bed it was big and fluffy. He placed you on the bed climbing on top of you. He started kissing from your lips down to your neck. He was biting and sucking your neck trying to find your sweet spot, when he did you quietly moaned. As you guys were making out he started undressing you.  He moaned when he took off your shirt. You werent wering a bra since the top was pretty thick. He immediately connected his lips with your nipple which made you gasp and arch your back when you did that you could feel how hard he was. You reached down to rub him through his pants. He pulled away and removed your hand. 

“As much as I want you to i’m going to take care of you first.” Before he could hook his fingers in your pants you started pulling on his shirt. You needed to feel his bare skin. He understood what you were trying to say and took off his shirt. In the low light he looked godly. Like some type of greek god sculpture. You bit your lip and he smiled at you going back down to kiss you and take off your pants. You lifted your hips to help him but when he got your pants off he cursed under his breath. You (luckily) had chosen black lace underwear while getting ready. He put your legs on his shoulder and bent down to kiss right on your clit. He had his hands on your thighs massaging them. You lifted your hips to try to gain more friction. He removed one arm from your thighs and put it on your hips to hold you down. 

“Be patient my sweet girl. It’ll all be worth it in the end.” His voice sounded deeper than usual. 

He finally started to slip your underwear off. “You are so wet for me already & we’ve barely done anything.” He kissed your bare clit and your inner thighs teasing you. You moaned entangled your hands in his soft hair and started playing pulling it telling him you wanted more. “Hotch please.”

“Aaron.”

“Aaron please!” 

“Fuck my name sounds so good when you moan it. I can’t wait to hear you scream it.”

He licked a line on your slit and that made you go crazy. He was licking and sucking like he was starving. He made eye contact with you and he sucked on your clit. He removed his hand from your thigh then slid one finger into your pussy. Your back arched as he curled his finger finding your g-spot. After a couple thrust he added another finger. 

You moaned and said “I’ve thought about your fingers inside me for so long. It feels better than i imagined”

This earned a groan from him and he picked up his pace. “Yes! Yes, right there Aaron please. Fuck!” Your pussy started to clentch around his fingers. You were so close. 

“Come on sweet girl, come on my fingers like a good girl.”

This sentence mixed with him connecting his mouth to your clit sent you over the edge. He pulled out his fingers and placed them on your mouth. You grabbed his wrist and sucked on his fingers. Something in his eyes changed. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and connected his lips to yours. He was rough but passionate. He grabbed your bottom lip between his teeth slightly pulled. He bent down, kissed under your ear on your sweet spot. 

“Get on your knees now.”

You did not hesitate to scramble off the bed onto the floor. He undid his belt and let his pants fall, taking off his pants. He was left in his black boxer where you could see his dick wanting to break free. You kissed him through his shorts. You figured you would get your pay back. You slowly slid his boxers down and released his cock free. Your mouth got watery at how big he was. You finally grabbed it and kissed the tip. 

“Baby please stop teasing I need you.” That made your thighs clench. You loved hearing your boss beg and say he needed you. 

You put your mouth over the tip and sucked. This made him throw his head back and moan while tangling his hand in your hair. You set the pace and his hand just guided. After a minute of sucking you slid your tongue down his shaft and sucked on his balls. You felt him yank your head back and pick you up. 

“I need to be inside you now.” He placed you back on the bed and started kissing you. It was so sloppy yet filled with heat. He pulled away and aligned himself with you. He slowly slid in letting your pussy adjust to the size of him. You both gasped and moaned. It felt heavenly. He was big so it stunk a little but once he bottomed out on you and stood still letting you adjust a little more. You couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Aaron please move! I need you” He connected your lips again and started at a slow pace then started working his way up into ramming your shit. 

“Fuck you feel so good baby. Look at you taking all of me like the good slut you are.” This made you moan. 

He grabbed one of your left leg and put it on his shoulder getting a better angle. 

“You love that your boss is destroying you don’t you. I wonder how many times you moaned my name while cumming on your fingers.”  

“So many times.” You grabbed his head pulling you guys into a kiss. You loved kissing him. He tasted so sweet and his lips were so soft. Before you knew what was going on he grabbed the leg that was in his shoulder and threw it to the side. He then put his arm under your hips to flip you around. Your face was now stuffed in the sheets with your ass up. He slapped your ass before putting both hands kn your hips. You looked back at him and you almost came at the site. You loved the way his hands looked on your hips. They looked so big. You grabbed on of his hands and put it on your throat. He was now leaning forward by your ear.

“You like that you little slut? You like my hand around your throat while i fuck you?” He connected his lips to your neck. 

“Yes baby i do, you’re so hot” His thrust started getting sloppy you knew he was close and so were you. 

“You’re mine now do you understand?” You almost came at this sentence. “Only I can fuck you.” Thats what did it. That sent you over the edge. 

Right when he felt your warm cum on his dick he came right after you. 

“Fuck (Y/N).” Hearing him moan your name made you smile. You loved how your normally stoic boss was losing control over you. 

When you both finally caught your breath, he got up and got a cloth and wet it with warm water. He came back to clean up your inner thighs. All while kissing wherever he wiped. 

“That was so baby. Hopefully this isn’t the last time.” 

“Oh fuck no. I have a lot of things to try with you.”

He chuckled and gave you a kiss. Your legs felt weak when you got up to go pee. 

The rest of the night you guys just cuddled and talked. Agreeing that it would be more fun to keep you two a secret from the team. You couldn’t wait to see where this went. 

[yostresswritinggirl]

Tales of The Ghost Writer

“You met Xingqiu at Wanwen Bookhouse when delivering a batch of your newly-published book. But as a ghost writer, no one knew it was you that authored such books. Safe to say it was cute watching the noble bookworm fanboy about you in front of you.”

Pairings -> Xingqiu x Author!Reader

Word Count -> 3518

Theme -> Long Fic, Fluff

Series -> #Bonafide specials (100 followers event)

Warnings -> Xingqiu's name might be mispelled at times, also he rambles a lot

Entry Log # 645:

I’ve once again delivered the new batch of books to Wanwen Bookhouse today at 4PM, 30 new books in collection to be sold. That would add up to a total of 420 published books for Legend of the Lone Sword. Despite its old circulation, collectors and avid bookworms still seek out the volumes. In a spur of the moment thought, the 4th volume was finally rereleased for more readers to get a chance to read them. While on my rounds, I’ve met a particularly peculiar fan.

“4th volume?” You nod as you set down the stack of books on the counter where Jifang stood behind with a welcoming smile. “Thank you, everyone has been asking about it for a while now. I don’t understand how people keep missing out on the last volume like so.” There was an exchange of giggles between you continued your idle chatter, busying yourself with recounting the stack to make sure the order placed was exact. Yep, 30.

You picked one up from the top pile as Jifang enters the bookhouse to gather the payment. It wasn't that much of a feat to carry a pile of 30 books when it's only this thick, you thought as you opened the book in the middle and... buried your nose in it, literally. Archons, the scent of freshly printed books had always been such a stress reliever of a kind. The imprints were still fresh as you run your thumb over the pristine white page of page 75, the gravings of the letter bumping it in such an intricate and endearing manner. You suppose it should be prime time you get a copy of your own-

"Ah, the glorious scent fresh books offer are quite irresistible to everyone," your head whipped to the side in a hurry at the embarrassing display. Yet your new company only offered a light-hearted laugh, floaty and flowing swiftly past his lips. You find it enjoyable to listen to. "Fret not, I don't judge such honest guilty pleasure."

His smile was soft and respectful as you return it, watching his hand (wrists largely ruffled) pick up the next book on the pile, his interest shining the more he recognizes the the piece of literature. Such expensive clothing and poise, you thought as you continued to inspect. "I knew Wanwen had a schedule of new releases today, but I was not informed it would be the 4th volume of the Legend of the Lone Sword!"

"A fan?" You mused as you placed back the copy you took, leaning against the counter as you watched him quickly scan the lines of the book. He was intensely staring at every word with such a calculating gaze, that sometimes break when he reads how the character would sometimes reach an impasse, or when a new discovery reaches its peak. His ardent gaze was enough of an answer. When he took a break from reading to pass you his attention, you hadn't realize how red your cheeks had been out of embarrassment. "I've always wanted to get my hands on my own copy of the 4th, yet everytime all bookhouses in Liyue keep running out of stock. Is delivery normally this scarce?" He'd gestured at the not so looming pile.

You nod in response with a forgoing giggle. "Publishing could be running into some... shortness of funds?" Subtle, yet he hums in disappointment at the thought. His little pout, adorable, as he buries his face in the book again. I would gladly fund such glorious writing, you thought you heard past the leather back before the ornate doors past the counter finally opened again.

"Ah sorry it took so long, I couldn't find the exact pouch for the- hey! You again, you've read and been scolded dozens of times already," the woman angrily gestures to the notice board by the table, "Pay first, read later!"

You snorted, thankfully masked by the sudden cry of the caught culprit as he was smacked (hopefully gently) on the head by the owner, forcing him to put back the book to the pile. "Hnghh, but Lady Jifang! You didn't scold her, she was indulging herself with the book just the same," you breathed a fake gasp of astounded betrayal, before you three had laughed in chorus.

The oldest of your trio scoffed in amusement as she placed the bag of Mora unto your waiting hand. "What, her? Why would I scold her, she probably knows every word like the back of her ha-" her rambling was then cut off by a loud smack on her bottom, a book expertly finding its way back to your hand with a perfectly cut smile. Her yelp was not unnoticed by the male as he laughs at the display.

"Let him be, he's really been patiently waiting for the release!" Jifang scoffs at the word patiently as you came to the defense of blunette. You were never really aware of the norm in Wanwen, as you usually come by at a time where you would have been alone. This was a first.

"Quite so! Just the start of the volume had me hooked, setting for the peak of the story climax! The synopsis itself already hinted of another inclusion of a new element into the story I had not expected from this style of a book, surely such a writer would not tread such parallel territory without being an expert teller-" Jifang watched in amusement as her gaze lands on you at the start of the bookworm's rambling, watching the redness touch the tip of your ear with an abashed smile shyly gracing your lips. Behind it she can see the mirth and amusement, something she outwardly shows with her own expression.

"Wow," was the Liyuean woman's only response once the speaker has finished his lengthy speech. His dorkiness stands with pride at his examination.

You cleared your throat before you could mutter your initial words, finally realizing the time. "That was... quite marvelous of an analysis. A-Anywaysss, thank you for your partnership, I hope the books are all sold by tomorrow!"

And with that you swiftly made your exit, wanting to find a place to scream the embarrassment out. Or maybe squeal, just to be subtle.

Entry Log # 15:

As a distant relative to the Guhua clan, the (L/N) clan was not exactly known to be tied closely to the prestigious clan known for their expert martial. However, despite the impure connection, they carry with them still the honor of learning the arts to a meticulous detail.

Your family was one of the living practitioners of the Guhua Arts, twice removed, yet your spotlight was not that obvious as the name would carry. Your father wish to carry a new kind of prestige without relying on the powerful namesake and he had been adamant since birth to grind every teaching and form of the art into his immediate family.

"Misogyny nor feminism will not save you from battle, only your own strength." Something along those lines, was what he said.

Your eldest brother was his main point of reference when scolding you on not taking your lessons properly. A slacker he is, now he lacks not only a means of security but also financial stability, that's what you end up to if you don't treasure the arts of our family. You have no idea how martial arts brings you monetary security, but you can't really state to your own father that his logic was a bit skewed.

Daily during morning and the first touch of evening, you had resigned yourself into training under your father's supervision. As the eldest daughter of the house, you carry with you still a responsibility to be strong. No fraility was accepted, and your mother always argues about your father's ever so masculine lifestyle being imposed on you, a lady that should be taught other customs for means of living.

Yet after every session, at the end of the day under the caress of the lamp by your study table, your hands move with precision and calmness he would have scoffed at in the dojo. The beauty of words and their power to create new worlds effortlessly had drawn you in too easily, ever since you were young you had a knack for the books your mother reads to herself or to you.

Entry Log # 651:

The next time you'd met the Wanwen Bookworm (nickname you gave) was a rare moment when he'd finally looked at you more than the book in his hand. It seemed your little interaction from the bookhouse was attention-grabbing enough to make him seek out your person with a bunch of questions and wonder.

You gulped, patting down your blue skirt before accompanying him. The way he rambles was too dangerous, it was drawing something within you to also do the same, and you feared you may let out something you shouldn't. But a fellow 'reader' is good company, and with the little interactions you had with the same age group with the same interest makes this moment something you can't pass.

"Carrier to the Yae Publishing House?" You nodded calculatedly, after confirming you've said just the right information. "Quite intriguing, especially with such young age to be working in line with the greatest press house in Teyvat." Ohhh, he's surely smart despite the first impression of goofiness.

You giggled as politely as you can remember you should upon the scarce teachings of your mother. "I've always liked literature so I couldn't uhm let the opportunity pass, even if it's insignificant like that." Good, good, piling up the lies. You're grateful you haven't made some contract of friendship and happen upon the wrath of your nation's God. Or Qixing.

"Surely, you must have been in the presence of some of the wordsmiths during your rendezvous! So tell me," there was a dangerous glint in his eyes and you knew exactly what he's gonna ask, "Have you met the legendary Bob Ong?"

Oh goodness, you felt him caress and pat your back as you tried your best to breathe after the sudden choking on nothing, he was so spot on that you were horrified even if you had an inkling of what he was gonna inquire. "I uhm I don't really know what I'm allowed to say." In the inside you were goddamn screaming.

"You don't have to tell me anything about him, really! It's his mystery that makes his character just the most intriguing." You gulped down hard, this time without choking out of nothing. "I don't really know much about who he is since he's, you know, unknown? No clues whatsoever, he could be anywhere right now, maybe you've talked to him already or no. Yeah?"

He held a convincing hum before taking in the cryptic answer, content, for now you assume. "Not many avid readers of the book can place a name to the unnamed author, but how blind they were to see the cryptic signature at the back of the cover. Truly a wonderous act." Xingqiu, you finally learned his name, had took you out to lunch for the trouble and enjoyment. It wasn't really necessary, but you figured it was probably to keep you with him longer to converse about the books more.

A lot of his... analysis actually coincide with the messages that you lodged between the lines. He understands your way of narration more than you do at times, and you were left wondering just how much he had read of the fourth volume despite only having it for a few days then. When evening once again struck, you had bid each other farewell in the promise of another time to hang.

"It's a literature of love and freedom- disguised as a martial arts novel." Was his parting analysis, and you were left to wonder, was that really what you had projected into your works?

Entry Log # 32:

In your young and hopeful mind, you'd sent your first ever manuscript to Yae Publishing House. It wasn't your first work but it was the one you worked hard on the most, with weeks of furbishing and reworks. Your mother, although not directly informed of your whole plan, had provided you with great feedback and generous suggestions. And soon you created the first manuscript of 'String of Pearls'.

With a generous note and what you hoped is enough mora to at least publish a book, your package was sent to Inazuma.

You waited for days, of which turned to weeks, and then to months. You thought by the end of it all, you had been swindled but as young as you still hoped for the best of its outcome.

And then one day, as you were sweeping the outside of your gates in preparation for your father's return from some business in the harbor, a lone man of Inazuman style found its way to your humble abode. He calls himself Mr. Nine, and in his arms cradled two similar looking books, with a familiar envelope.

That was when you had been given the opportunity to write for the greatest Publishing House under the guise of a pseudonym. The great Nine was astounded by your ripeness paired with your prowess in writing. You hid behind Bob Ong, a protection from being belittled as a young child and a woman, to prevent being traced by your father if ever.

Yet you remained as subtle still. Even if your name was not written on the covers themselves, within your heart you were still the writers of those books. You've placed anagrams and mysterious puzzles revealing your name but it was part of the intrigue of the story that they had not thought much about it.

One day, you lost your book when you had gone out to eat. It was the second copy, as you carried the first one in your room, yet it still held a special place in your heart.

Xingqiu was a master novelist too, as you'd expect from someone so enthusiastic on the art of literature too. You'd long since become friends and found out soon enough his true identity. The heir to the Feiyun Commerce Guild, master practitioner of the Guhua Clan Arts, soon to be novelist. He was in every aspect the better half between you two.

One day in his daily reading breaks where he would happen upon you, he had found his eyes wafting over your notebook that you always carry. It was designed to look like a hard bound book specially tailored to your tastes, but it was nothing but mere keepers of your notes and musings.

Your newest page had in it a brand new draft for a brand new story you wanted to flesh out before the success of Legend of the Lone Sword diminishes. Mr. Nine still praised you for the success of your first major publishing and had assured you that there's no need to immediately compensate with another work so early, but your mind was already so eager to work. Your friend had never seen you so- flamed and passionate as the paper caves to the intense pressure your pencil places on it.

So he leans on your shoulder slightly (glad you were still distracted) as he quietly reads the words that articulates on the paper. The more Xingqiu reads, the more he craves, just the same vigor he felt everytime he had read his favorite works when each chapter invigorates him to continue to the end.

"Such a great outline," the blunette breathes out as he leans his cheek at the crown of your head. You let out a cute squeak when you'd finally come to, and turned your head to face him- "I didn't know you were into romance, my liege. Tell me, just where do you get such inspirations?" Your nose softly collided against the smoothness of his cheek, your lips ghosting over the line that is his jaw.

You scrambled backwards to direction opposite of his, yet with his body weight leaning on you, his center of balance quickly shifted on your weight like a net being pulled against the sides of a boat. You both toppled over.

"My, my, I didn't expect such abrupt resistance from you," Xingqiu's arms caged you as it holds him up against the grassland on either side of you. There was a certain mischievous glint in the ocean that is his eyes, which only meant one thing. "No need to be shy," you closed your eyes shut as his face leans in closer to yours, fanning over the frame of your face as he lets out a warm yet teasing exhale, "I'm sure we've gone past our personal bubbles in this relationship." You felt his chest against yours and braced for the inevitable-

as he finally licked your nose(?).

What.

"X-XINGQIUUUUU!" And then a cry of pain after a particularly harmful blow.

Entry Log # 659:

Xingqiu had always been a man of great words despite his chicken scratch of a penmanship. Vivid tales of his manuscript that I'm sure the Publishing House would take great value for, his years of memorizing numerous works in his arsenal. He told me that if I were to one day publish the manuscript, he wants to get the first copy and the first to get it signed. However Xingqiu has one glaring weakness when it comes to the art of words. When I asked him what would be a good title for the manuscript I made, he simply said, "Tales of the Writer!" And he sent a goofy smile. I thought he was joking, and I asked again, this time of what his work would be named. He replied:

"Why, Legend of Sword, of course!" He really sucks at titles.

Entry Log # 660:

Upon returning home with my new work ready to be shipped off for mass publishing, I've finally confronted my father. I had with me the final volume of my first work and offered it to him as first a gift of reconciliation, and my father took it with a mirthful glint in his eyes. He said he has been looking for the last volume of the series he'd been wanting to complete. I... I didn't know father was a fan.

The climax of my entire double-life ended so peacefully and tragically meh. I was expecting a martial arts fight of honor that will go down in history, but instead I ended up signing my own book as my father gushed about how nicely I illustrated the martial arts teaching we had during our sessions. I did not sleep well that night.

October 9th was a day celebrated by others more than the young master Xingqiu. The pavilion was mixed in with people from different walks of life and of faces he doesn't necessarily recognize. He lingers by the open window that shows the grandeur balcony, beckoning him outside. Today was a scheduled new release for Wanwen Bookhouse, and he had heard several chatters from the citizens that a new series would be published hailing from Yae Publishing House once again.

And the virtuoso of literature cannot attend such important matter himself because of his own birthday. How irking, you weren't even there to help appease his grumbling, you should have been here by now upon his invitation.

Suddenly the master of invitations bellowed out a familiar name, as his job to announce the entrance of the invited guests to the banquet. When he looks up, you were already walking down the grand staircase in your creme and blue Hanfu garb, accompanied by a tall man of a different wear—

"(Y/N), M-Mr. Nine-!" He bowed politely to the man as you curtsied at his presence. You looked absolutely dashing yet the man towered your form easily. "It's my honor to finally meet you, sire."

"Happy birthday, Xingqiu, I've heard many great things about you," the blunette opened his hands to receive the book gifted by the man. It had a familiar cover and title to it, Legend of Sword, "Great things, in fact, that there would too be great things to discuss later on." The Inazuman graced him a smile and he almost teared up at the implications, if not for when the author suddenly nudged you forward from your demure state.

Tales of the Ghost Writer

"X-Xingqiu, happy birthday! This is uhm, I've always wanted to- I wanted to give you this myself, I know you'd miss the first batch of releases," an unfamiliar book sits on his palm now. A plume and sword adorning its cover but no title, he shifts his hand to open it to the first page, "You said you wanted its first copy be signed, and I thought it appropriate to be given now at such a special occasion."

There in fresh print and ink he'd finally been revealed the mysteries he had long been searching for.

Against the translucent paper it was written and signed,

Tales of The Ghost Writer

Bob Ong, (Y/N)

@creation-magician @your-local-venti-simp @boxofteenageideas @indigodreamtime47

[buckyhad]

Back for you (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Inspired by One Direction's song. Wildest dreams' second part.

Summary: After ending your relationship with Bucky and expending some time apart, you keep your promise.

Warnings: some angst, some swearing, mention of drinking and getting drunk.

Word counting: 1k

Note: if you see a mispelling let me know. Also if you want to be added to the masterlist tell me or reblog. Lots of love.

Wildest dreams // Main masterlist

Whenever I close my eyes, I picture you there

I'm looking out at the crowd, you're everywhere

It was almost a year ago when Bucky and I broke up. A week after that I moved from the compound, to the other end of the world.

I lived in England, just to avoid the heart broken look in the eyes of the love of my life.

It was working, until Tony decided he needed me to do a mission.

Well, it's wasn't working that much, I don't remember how many times I tought I have seen Bucky in some places. But of course he was not there.

I'm watching you from the stage, yeah

You're smile is on every face now

I went back to the city, trying to calm my nerves.

When I arrived, I was glad Bucky wasn't there, at least I have some more time to think about what to say if we see eachother.

"Hey Stark, missed me?." I cocked.

"Not that much kid, don't burst that ego," He chuckled "He's not here. We are making a conference, he's speaking." He said while looking something in his phone.

"Oh, I'm glad he can talk in public now." I mumbled.

"He miss you, he got better, a lot. He really wants you back," I tilted my head and Tony patted my shoulder. "We should go, Captain wants to see you too."

"How is everyone doing?." I asked after some minutes.

"As fine as we can with the world like this." He pushed the button of the elevator.

"Well, that's alright."

We walked out of the elevator and I cleaned my sweaty hands in my pants. We reached the front of the conference where two empty seats where waiting.

"Nice to have you back (Y/n)." Natasha hughed me sideway.

I smiled at her and took her hand in mine before looking up, where Bucky was.

He was talking about some new tactic when he looked down and held his gaze in mine.

"I- and- Sorry, where I was?." He stumbled.

Natasha and I left earlier the room so she can show me the new things.

"You almost gave him a heart attack." She chuckled.

"Don't say that, it's not funny." I breathed out.

We where chatting in the couch when the door of the elevator opened and I hear footsteps. My breath hitched knowing that he was here.

"Hey." He said. When I looked to my side to ask some support from the readhead, she wasn't here anymore.

"Shit," I whispered to me "Hey," I answered turning around to finally see him "You cut your hair." I squeezed my eyes shut for the leak of control my mouth has right now.

"Yeah, I did," he smirked "Can I sit?." He pointed to the couch.

I cleared my throat "yes, of course."

"How have you been?."

"Fine, hum, how about you?."

"As fine as I can," his mouth twitched "I missed you." He whispered.

"Me too Buck, it was weird not having you around," I gave him half of a smile.

"Yeah, not having those brownies here was hard." He smiled.

"Hey! Missing my brownies it's not the same as missing me." I hitted his arm playfully and he laughed.

After two hours we where still talking about what happened in that year when Tony interrumpted from the speaker "Hello, sorry to bother ya' but we are going to get some drinks to celebrate, get your ass to your rooms and change, 10 minutes, good bye." A high pitched noice sounded after that.

"Fuck, he still do that." I said while covering my ears.

I went to my room and changed my clothes, finding the red dress in the closet "so here is where I left you."

After what felt like 5 hours in the bar, everyone was happily drunk.

"Hello." Bucky approached me with his hands in his pockets.

"Oh, hi."

"Wanna get out of here and talk some more?." He asked

"Sure. Our spot?."

He smiled at the mention of the park "fine with me."

But every time you wake up

You're hearing me say

Goodbye

We where in the blanket talking and joking when he rolled to his side, and I copy his action.

"You know, it was really hard without you here," he talked a little higher than a whisper "I have dreamed about our last night togheter, you walking away in that red dress." In instinct I cupped his face.

"I tought I saw you in england like a thousand times."

"Don't go back, please."

Baby, you don't have to worry

I'll be coming back for you, back for you, back for you, you

Lately, I've been going crazy

So I'm coming back for you, back for you, back for you, you

"I won't, it was the worst year of my life." I whispered.

"Mine too, mine too." He said before kissing me. It felt just as magic as the first time.

I've never been so into somebody before

And every time we both touch I only want more

So tell me nothing's going to change yeah

And you won't ever walk away yeah

'Cause even though every night you'll know what I'll say

Goodbye

I broke the kiss and looked at his eyes "marry me?."

"What?!." He screamed.

"You heard me, marry me."

"Let's go." He said while grabbing my hand and making me stand.

"What? Where?."

"To get marry."

Baby, you don't have to worry

I'll be coming back for you, back for you, back for you, you

Lately, I've been going crazy

So I'm coming back for you, back for you, back for you, you

It was 2 in the morning when we went back to the compound with everyone talking in the kitchen.

"Where have you two been?." Tony asked.

"Oh, you know, getting married." I said calmly.

"Getting what!?." Everyone screamed while Bucky and I leaved the kitchen laughing.

"I love you."

"I love you more James."

Right back for you

Right back for you

Right back for you

A/n: here's the second part of wildest dreams, Im already working in the third part, but its more like how they meet, hope you enjoy!

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[deberiaestarescribiendo]

Hit me with your best shot

A/N: Hey! I saw the #WritersWednesday challenge on @autumnleaves1991-blog blog and thought it was an amazing opportunity to let the creativity flow and though I just started showing my works on here I guess giving it a chance wouldn't hur anybody and maybe some of you would enjoy this as much as I did writing it. And on that note, I'd like to thank every writer on here because your works have helped me a lot during these weird times; and of course speacilly to you @autumnleaves1991-blog for this and your "You're my best friend" series that made me cry, yearn (so much yearning) and loved every single minute of it, thank you!

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female character ( I decided to leave her very undeterminated as it's narrated on Javi's perspective I decided to use she/her pronouns, but I guess you could read it as a f!reader?)

Summary: Post-season 3, Javi and the character go on a date to Laredo's funfair (You could read this as a small piece on its own or as a part of the series I'm currently writing; if you're interested is on my blog and I haven't posted much since I opened it)

Warning: None (let me know if I should mark something) fluff! maybe some kissing...

Another thing! I've just finished this, so brace yourselves for some mistakes and mispellings, sorry

(I was listening to Kacey Musgraves while writing this, if you want to add more fluff to it)

She’s lovely with that white summer dress, she’s tapping her feet nervously looking around the street waiting for his car to arrive, but Javi is parked on the side of the road chewing a nicorette that has already lost all its taste. He observes how she peeks at her watch. He’s already late and doesn’t know what would make him feel any more terrible: standing her up or going on a date with her like an old creep.

Come on, Peña he urges himself to make a decision, but before he can make up his mind, he hears the door unlocking.

“Hey! I thought something had caught you up” she smiles and any doubts he had had been lifted. Gosh she’s pretty

“Sorry, I’m late I had...” he can make up any excuse and he feels he’s just smiling like an idiot.

“Don’t worry” she seats and adjusts her dress shyly “I see we’re making progress” she motions to his mouth

“Oh, yeah, I’ve been very good.” Javi says proudly and follows the road full of car towards the fair “I haven’t had a smoke in...a month, I think”

“Congrats!” she cheers “You deserve a reward then” she grins

“Sure?” he smirks eying her briefly not losing the sight of the road

“Whatever you want” she nods

“But a cigarette, of course”

“Obvs” she chuckles

“Then I better think for a really good reward, I deserve it”

“Yep”

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­­­­­­­­­She’s talking about the first time she came to the funfair being a child. Javier is listening partially; part of his focus is on everybody around them. It feels like all Laredo is there and they had been stopped a few times already by people that wanted to shake his hand and thank him for his service; and Javi starts to feel like the music is too loud, there’s too many people around them and that he doesn’t want to hear the word “hero” anymore. So he tries really hard to look at her, to concentrate his mind on how she interrupts her speech when she looks directly at him, how she blushes, how the warm breezes moves the baby hairs that frame that beautiful visage, how her lips shine with that chapstick she uses and that he’s dying to taste.

“Anyway we can do any ride but that one” she points at the big one in the middle that spins fast creating a wave of screams and laughter every time it makes a round “Unless you want me to puke all over your pretty plaid shirt”

“You like my shirt?” he smirks

“Yeah” she tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear “You look like a real cowboy” she adds. Her smile is brighter than any of the thousand small lights that illuminate the fair.

“I like your dress” Javier leaves his hand hang languidly close to hers until their skin brushes against each other. When he sees she doesn’t recoil, he grabs her hand locking his fingers with hers.

He can sense her nervousness, but hopes it’s the good kind. The exact same feeling he has at the moment, those soft palpitations that he hasn’t felt in years; the butterflies. Eventually she answers his compliment:

“Thanks, it was just 10$” instantly she looks down at her feet “God! I’m terrible at this”

“At what?” the people look at him and then at her, and then their gaze is fixed on their intertwined hands. Javi knows that the rumors are already spreading and hopes that whatever she’s going to hear about him in the next few days doesn’t ruin this.

“Dates...flirt...this” she points at him and then herself

“I cannot believe that” he counters

“Seriously? hey your dress is pretty; yes it cost me ten dollars” she mimics

“I thought it was cute”

“Cute?” she raises her right eyebrow

“Yes, you’re cute” Javi maintains

“You too” she admits

“Me?”

“Yeah! A pretty cute cowboy in plaid” she laughs

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­­­­­­­­­­­­­­She makes him forget about this damn town, even Colombia and everything that happens seems a billion years away. If the people around them bother her, she doesn’t say. She doesn’t speak with him like anybody in town after he’s been back. For her it’s just Javi, and this Javi can have fun: he has shared a cotton candy with her, he has done some of the strongest rides even if his back is killing him, he has hold her waist when she jumped and screamed on the Tunnel of Terror and then laughed out loud when they got out.

“Javi!” she calls “We forgot about your reward for your first month without a smoke” she holds his hand and stars running towards the shooting gallery.

“You have five shots to win one of our wonderful set of prices. You just have to hit the little birds once”

The targets come and go up and down on the wheel, the paint on them is chipped, testimony of a long life in these funfairs and many missed shots. She takes one of the guns and closes one of her eyes aiming towards the wooden forms that spin on the wheel.

“Take a look of the plushies, cowboy, I’m gonna win you one” she says cockily

“Yeah, sure” he scoffs

“What? you don’t think I’m capable?” she turns towards him, gun still in her hand

“Wow, first of all, never point to somebody with a gun” Javi grabs the barrel and pushes it downwards “even if it’s not real, and second, open both of your eyes to aim” he explains

“Yes, sir. I forgot you were an agent. I better follow your orders, then” she winks at him and with a deep breath resumes her posture to take her first shot. Failing.

“Shit” she grunts “Have you chosen?” she points to the wall on the right full of stuff toys

“Erm...Does it matter?”

“Absolutely, come on, it motivates me”

The toys are horrendous; surely they’ve been doing their round around every fun fair in Texas for ages.

“Okay, one of the teddy bears” he agrees with a shrug

“No! no! be more specific” she scolds “Do you want the big one? the white one with the red bowtie? the brown with the small farmer hat? Or...Look!” she jumps excitedly “There’s a cowboy one, I’m gonna get you the cowboy” she nods and tries a second time, missing.

Javi mocks her and leans on her shaking in laughter.

“Yeah, really funny. Why don’t you try then?” she passes him the gun. After he has collected himself, he adjusts his posture and aims. Nothing.

She crosses her arms over her chest and observes him with an amused grin.

He doesn’t wait longer until he tries again and misses.

“You only got one left”

“Say goodbye to your teddy bear, cowboy” she whispers in his ear. Her sweet perfume and her voice distract him briefly. For a second he wants to throw the gun away and take her in his arms at last.

Javier shots again

“No luck today, sir, if you want to try again is three dollars”

Javi refuses the man with a gesture; she doesn’t say a thing for a minute, but then snorts and cries in laughter

“You’re lousy shot!” she screams

“You missed too” he defends

“Yeah, two shots, and you three, but who of us is a well trained agent, huh?” she sassed

Javi bites his lip, both hands on his hips; he knows there’s no way to defend his shitty shots.

“I still gained a reward though” he gazes at her

“Yeah, that’s true. What do you want then? I still have a few of dollars on me if you want a sundae or something”

“No, not that” he walks towards her and she instinctively recoils until she’s against the tent of the shooting gallery “I want something sweeter” he places his hands on her waist.

“Wh-hat?”

He bends and holds her at the same time, saving the height difference between them. He just brushes his lips against hers at first until she sighs and comes closer to him standing on her tiptoes. Javi deepens the kiss savoring the fruity chapstick she wears. Her lips are soft and sweet as he has imagined since he met her, her soft moans are music to his ears and he wants to hear more.

“Wow, you’re an incredible kisser, Javi Peña, but a terrible shot” she assures.

[feifood]

I LOGGED OJR OG MT OTHER ACCOIMT AND CANT REMEMBERY PW SO NOW I LOST ALL THE PWLPLE I QAS FOLLOEING !!!!!!!

LAMWUNEFIKFG IM SORRY SEEING THIS WAS SO FUNNY TO ME BECAUSE OF THE URGENCY AND THE MISPELLED WORDS

IM SORRY TO HEAR THAT THO BUT IM GLAD YOURE BACK I MISSED YOU!!!!!!!!!! <3

[petramysticaclxv]

I just found a fuckton of errors in my writings that Grammarly didn't bother with....

:c

I'm sorry nckdndmlskxksbd

I'm missed a lot of words and mispelled them too like bruhhhhhhh Petra you had a creative writing subject in high school why u have a lot of errors kckkskfkskfjjc

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