#that’s being said. I might close my inbox after I finish these two just because

[jojo-hut-jrs]

Just wanted to say that I love how batshit crazy you write Devo (yes there's more of us!), for some reason most of the fandom seems to view him as some kind of stoic guy but that's really not the vibe he gave off to me at all??????? 🤔 And ngl you've... Kinda made me look at Tennille in a new light 😳

Fellow tennille appreciator….

As for devo, I think it’s all contextual. I think he /can/ be stoic, and we’ve seen some of that behavior when he met polnareff, it’s just that it’s not his primary characteristic. He seems sort of all over the place to me, layered in ways that suggest both a lose of control and a shit ton of control over his emotional state, and he sort of reminds me of goro Majima from the yakuza series but like, actually not faking it 90% of the time

[memento-rory]

✭ 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭. 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓.

✭ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you help schlatt through the panic.

✭ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none!

✭ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ~1k.

✭ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: she’s a little short but she’s here! i think this one scene works as a chapter, and i got several positive responses in my inbox about posting it now, so here she is! st. lucia is winding down to a close, i have maybe two more chapters left before she’s fully finished. 😌 as always, no beta, we die like men here. enjoy! 🩵

Every part of Schlatt seizes up, his whole body frozen in place, but his eyes never leave yours. He watches as you briefly panic, before you realize that panicking wouldn’t help either of you — especially not the claustrophobe.

You take a deep breath, turning away from him just for a moment to press the emergency call button. You hold it down so hard that your fingertip goes white, leaving your finger on it for 2-3 seconds before releasing, then doing the process over and over again until someone on the other end picks up.

You fill them in on what happened, and while they say they’ll get someone to you ASAP, you don’t believe it. They sound too cavalier, and you know that it’ll take time for the elevator company to reach out to find a technician. The person hangs up, and you heave a sigh, grabbing for your phone.

Schlatt has moved down to the floor, sitting with his back against the wall with his knees pulled up to his chest. He leans his head back, and you hear his breathing getting more and more shallow.

You silently thank whatever gods might be out there that you have cell service, and you send a text out to the wedding party groupchat, saying, stuck in elevator. get help.

Just moments after your text goes through, your phone dies. “Jesus fucking Christ,” You mumble under your breath. You know for a fact the text went through, and you’re not about to ask Schlatt to give you his phone when he’s in the middle of a panic attack, so you just have to trust that your friends will take care of it.

Schlatt’s hand clenches his ocean-damp t-shirt right over his heart, and you take a seat in front of him as he tries and fails to catch his breath. He avoids looking at you as his panic grows, and you place a hand on his knee, trying to ground him. His head snaps up and you see pure, unadulterated fear in his eyes as they lock onto yours. You’ve never seen him like this before, and even if you truly hated Schlatt, there would be no reveling in this.

As soon as he looks at you, he tries to play it cool, tries to suppress his choppy breaths, but you shake your head at him. “Just breathe, Schlatt.”

The statement is futile, and you know it. Once that panic sets in, you don’t register anything that’s being said, and being told to breathe when you’re so desperately trying to do just that is, frankly, unhelpful.

You take one of Schlatt’s calves in your hand, lowering his leg to lay flat against the tiled floor of the elevator, before doing the same thing with his other leg. You hope that the sting of cold tile will help ground him even more, and you scoot into the small space between his open legs in order to get closer to him.

Gently, you take his face into your hands, taking a deep breath, nodding as he mimics you. You release the breath, and Schlatt does the same.

“Good.” You nod, trying to give Schlatt an encouraging smile, “Keep going. In through your nose,” You lead him, “Out through your mouth.”

Schlatt’s breathing slows after a few rounds, and you watch as most of his panic subsides as you both just keep breathing. He’s not one hundred percent obviously, as the two of you are still stuck in the elevator, but at least he’s not inching toward hyperventilating anymore.

Schlatt lets his forehead drop onto yours as he takes another deep breath, emotionally spent. You don’t have to wonder how he’s feeling because you felt the same way after the snake. You start to pull your hands away from his face, but his fingers wrap around your wrists, holding them in place.

“Just… keep ‘em there.” Schlatt mumbles, not letting go of you.

“Okay.” You murmur, leaving your hands where they are.

“Tell me somethin’,” Schlatt says, and you can almost feel his breath against your lips as he exhales another deep breath, “Talk t’ me. Distract me.”

“Do you remember when we met?” You ask, before you can even register that it comes out.

Schlatt breathes out a short chuckle. “‘Course I do. You were wearin’ that stupid hat.”

“It was a beret, and Amelia told me it was cute.”

“Yeah, well, she lied to ya.”

“Even in panic, you’re still an asshole.” You joke.

Schlatt laughs another breathy laugh. “Old habits die hard.” He says, before gently shaking his head, lifting it up to look at you. “I guess it was kinda cute. Matched your lil’ outfit and everything.”

“I’ll admit I was kind of trying a little hard,” You reminisce, with a small smile. “I’m not good with meeting new people. I get so fucking nervous.”

“You didn’t seem nervous to me,” Schlatt says, and your eyebrows shoot up.

“I didn’t?”

“Nah,” Schlatt shakes his head, his hands moving upward to rest on yours, which you only just realize are still up against his face. He takes your hands in his, lowering them into the small space between the two of you. He looks down at his hands holding yours. “I remember how easy it was to talk to you. You make people comfortable.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Schlatt nods, looking back up at you. There’s a beat of silence, before Schlatt leans in almost imperceptibly. The feel of the elevator changes then, no longer suffocating, but charged with a tension you and Schlatt have been denying for days now. Schlatt moves one of your hands back to his face, leaning into your touch, just waiting for you to make the move.

You hesitate, and before you can decide what to do, the elevator creaks back to life, and both of you scramble up from the floor as it starts going back up to the floor where your rooms are.

When the doors open, the entire wedding party is waiting for you, cheering that you’re finally out and safe. No one notices the unresolved tension between you and Schlatt, but it’s ever present for the both of you. You look over at Schlatt as your friends envelop both of you in hugs, but he doesn’t look back at you. Instead, he excuses himself to his room, mumbling something about being too tired to go to dinner tonight.

One step forward, three steps back.

← 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 ✭

[inmyicyworld]

Wakanda pt. 2

pt. 1

Summary: Bucky's trigger words are being removed and you finally talk about your feelings.

Word count: 5k.

Warnings: Bucky's trigger words, smut and fluff, a pinch of angst, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), nipple play, size kink?, dirty talk, pet names.

Author's note: so it's the second part of this work. Also, I did some research this time about Bucky's clothes that he was wearing in BP. I read some things about African culture, and I believe that his red piece of clothing is called a shuka. Please correct me if I'm wrong!

Btw, my inbox is open, so y'all can share your ideas or whatever🤍

*English is not my first language, sorry if you find any mistakes*

I posted it again because the first time it didn’t show up in any tags

masterlist my ao3 ko-fi

After that night, you woke up with Bucky holding you tightly to his chest, and it was really one of the best mornings you even had. But unfortunately, Fury called you not so long after because apparently you were the only one who was able to do that mission. 

You two didn’t have enough time to talk about whatever happened between you, and after almost the whole month passed by without any contact, you finally got a call from Shuri, who told you that in a couple of days Ayo is going to officially remove trigger words from Bucky, and if everything goes well, he’ll get a new arm and will be a free man. 

Sitting in a quinjet a few miles away from Wakanda, you felt nervous as hell. You didn’t know what Bucky felt toward you. Were your feelings mutual? Was it just sex for him? Or maybe he regretted everything and wanted to be your friend again. 

Honestly, you wouldn’t be able to handle that. After that night, after you finished your mission and were again alone in your room, the aching feeling in your chest made you want to cry. You wanted Bucky with every piece of your body, and living for a month with a million questions and scenarios was too tough. 

When you finally landed, one of the Dora Milages met you to guide you to the place of the ceremony. It was in the woods, far away from the city and anyone’s eyes. At first, you saw Ayo, who only nodded to you with a small smile. 

But then your eyes fell on him. 

Bucky was already looking at you, and you didn’t quite understand how he felt about your presence. He was sitting near the fire in his usual Wakandian clothes and with a cute messy bun. The fire in front of him danced on his face, and he looked so beautiful but scared and nervous at the same time. It took everything in you not to run closer and hug him. 

Bucky couldn’t believe that you were really there. You came to Wakanda for him, to support him in such an important moment, even though you didn’t have to. You looked gorgeous as always, and the soft smile on your face calmed his overthinking mind. Mumbling a quiet “hey” under your breath, you saw the soft smile blossoming on Bucky’s face and his lips slightly moving as he said it back to you

“Are you ready, James?” Ayo interrupted your silent conversation with each other and came close to Bucky. 

“Are you sure about this?” Bucky looked at the fire, now feeling scared because of this whole situation again. He couldn’t fight the feeling that there was no chance for him to heal and that the piece of the Winter Soldier was forever immortalized in his brain. 

“I won’t let you hurt anyone.” Bucky’s worried eyes slipped back to you for a second, as if the thought of you being there when everything might go wrong scared him the most. He just slightly nodded back to Ayo and took a deep breath.

Honestly, you had never heard or even read Bucky’s trigger words because they created a weird, disgusting feeling in your stomach, so when Ayo started to say them, it sent goosebumps down your spine.

Желание.

Your blood froze in your veins by the way Bucky’s face expression changed. His eyes were glued to one spot, and any piece of that soft and warm look that he had for you disappeared.

Ржавый.

Семнадцать.

“This is not gonna work.” His body started to tremble, overwhelmed with the emotions and memories of his past. 

Рассвет. 

Печь.

Девять.

Bucky’s eyes filled with tears, and he gripped his clothes in his right hand to control his body. You silently cried with him, praying to whoever was up there to let this man be free. You knew that he was strong and that he could fight against people who messed up his head, and seeing that he was not giving up made you feel so warm and proud inside.

Добросердечный. 

Возвращение на родину. 

Один.

Грузовой вагон.

“You are free.” You deeply inhaled, only then realizing that you had held your breath. Bucky completely broke down with Ayo’s words, looking to the ground with tears running down his face.

Ayo looked at you, and that was everything you needed to rush closer to Bucky. You fell to your knees right on the ground in front of him, wrapping your hands around his shoulders and bringing his head to your neck. He sank into you, crying harder and gripping the back of your shirt with his hand. 

“I’m so proud of you. I’m so, so proud of you, James. You did amazing.” Your soothing voice filled his ears while you held him close to you with one hand and rubbed his back with another. 

“‘M sorry.” The hot breath touched your neck when Bucky started to mumble and apologize with a shaky voice. 

You pushed him back by his shoulders and immediately put your hands on his face when you saw the panic on his face. “No. No, Bucky. There’s nothing to be sorry for, okay? I’m here for you. You are so strong, and I’m so proud that you fought back and got rid of these stupid words. You can live a normal life now, and I’ll be there for you as long as you want me to.” Your fingers wiped the tears, not missing how Bucky leaned into your touch.

“Thank you for coming here. It means everything to me. I missed you so much.” He was clearly unsure whether he should say it or not, but you gave him another soft smile, feeling how the tension left his body a little bit.

“I missed you too, Buck.” Your faces moved closer, eyes glued to each other's lips. Bucky almost kissed you, but this little intimate moment was interrupted by the voice of Wakanda’s princess. 

“Sorry to disturb your peace, but me and my brother have a little present here. And I’m not a fan of looking at other people making out, by the way.” Your face got hot when you looked back and saw Shuri, T'Challa, and Dora Milaje all staring at you. 

Bucky quickly stood up, helping you get up from your knees and then leaning lower to dust off your knees. He looked back at you with a frown on his cute face, as if only then he realized that you had been standing on the ground this whole time. You only grabbed his right hand and bit your lip, trying to hold on to your growing smile. 

You led Bucky closer to everyone, and when two women brought a large vibranium box, put it in front of Bucky, you freed his only arm, putting your left hand on his lower back in a supportive gesture.

“Congratulations, White Wolf.” T’Challa nodded his head, and one of Dora Milaje’s stepped in front of the case and opened it, revealing Bucky’s new arm. 

It was truly beautiful. Slik dark vibranium arm with golden pieces. 

“It’s completely my design. This arm is much better than the last one; it’s stronger, it has some cool options, and you can take it off whenever you want to. But what is more important is that I worked hard and found a way to connect it to the nerves so you can feel everything. Not as good as the real one, of course, but still.” Shuri said with her hard accent, obviously being really proud of her own masterpiece. You couldn't hold back the tears, overwhelmed with the fact that she made it for Bucky and didn't ask for anything in return. 

“I can feel?” Bucky’s voice almost broke, and you came closer, pressing your body against his back. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Shuri. And you too, T’Challa. I can't express how grateful I am that you allowed me to stay in Wakanda and are now giving me this.” 

“It’s an honor, Sergeant Barnes. So do you want to try it on?” 

Dora Milaje easily lifted what looked like a really heavy arm; Bucky rolled up his clothes, and, with a quick motion, it was connected with his shoulder. He stayed silent for a few seconds as if he were getting used to the feeling, but then he rotated it 360 degrees, and you heard the soft swirling of the plates. 

He looked down at his new hand, clenching and unclenching his fist, moving each finger, and you stared at this in awe. 

“Can I... hurt someone with it unintentionally?” His eyes quickly shot to you before looking back at Shuri. A smirk appeared on her face, and she exchanged knowing looks with her brother. 

“No. Speaking in simple terms, it’s connected to your brain. Like your right arm, the brain just sends electrical impulses there. If you have no intention of doing something, it won’t happen. I promise this.”  

“Well, I think we can finish it here. You both can be guests here as long as you want to; our country is always open for you. Have a great night.” T’Challa lowered his head, and you mumbled a little ‘thank you’, and after that, you and Bucky were left alone near the fire. 

You felt the tension between you two as you both stayed silent. But what were you doing, for fuck’s sake? It shouldn’t be awkward. You were best friends, and even if you had feelings for him, nothing changed. 

“Can you show me?” You stretched your right hand, waiting for Bucky to feel confident enough to allow you to touch his new vibranium arm. He looked at you curiously, with a hint of fear and insecurity. “It’s just me, Buck, remember?” 

He deeply inhaled before putting his left hand in yours; his eyes were staring at your face, closely looking at your reaction. 

Your hands wrapped around his vibranium wrist, holding it gently and getting used to the feel of the smooth metal. Your right hand went higher to trace golden plates with your fingers, absolutely stunned by their beauty.

 “I– I can feel your touch.” Bucky got a lump in his throat because of your gentle movements and how softly you treated him, even though he didn’t deserve it. It wasn’t exactly how he felt with the right hand, but it was something. The thought of finally being able to hold you and hug you sent a warm feeling through his stomach.

“You deserve it, James. I’m so happy for you.” One of your hands flew back to Bucky’s face, and you bit your lip when the feeling of the moment that you two shared before you were disturbed came back to you.

Bucky once again leaned into your touch, showing how much trust he had for you, while his eyes never left your beautiful, lit by the warm light of fire, face. He stepped closer, finally realizing how much he needed to feel you again. Since that day, almost a month ago, he has thought about you non-stop. Even if the rational part of his brain told him that you just couldn’t call or visit him whenever you wanted, he still convinced himself that it meant nothing to you. That it was a mistake, because how could you possibly want him, out of all people?

But now you've come back. You came here again to visit him on such an important day. You supported him, you touched his metal hand without fear, and you were staring at him in that weird way that made Bucky weak in the knees. 

He didn’t know what to do or how to talk about that night in his hut, but when he nervously licked his lip and your eyes immediately shot there, Bucky couldn’t think straight anymore.

Before you could even process what was going on, Bucky’s hands were on each side of your face, dragging you higher and closer. His slightly chapped lips attacked yours, moving quickly and almost desperately. You were taken aback, but you didn’t mind, kissing him with no less passion. Your tongues were connected, dancing around each other, making you both moan and trying to get your bodies as close as possible. 

It was overwhelming—too hot to handle, actually. If you thought that you just missed Bucky, then during the kiss, your mind and your body screamed for him to take you right on the spot. You needed him closer—on top of you, inside of you. 

You suddenly moaned into the kiss, remembering how fucking good it felt to be so full of him. Bucky freed your face, instead finnally gripping your waist and hips, pressing you closer to his hard chest. 

“Bucky– James, please, I want you so bad.” You whined, clinging onto his shoulders. He pulled his face away, licking his lips to get more of your taste, and when you locked your eyes again, your body tensed, and you unconsciously started to squeeze around nothing.

You both already looked so messy, with red cheeks and hot skin. Bucky stayed silent for a moment, still getting used to being able to hold you with both arms.

“Are you sure, doll? I don’t want you to regre–” 

“No, no, Bucky. I won’t regret it. The last time was the best fucking night of my life. I wish I could stay, but you know that they didn’t allow me. I missed you, and I thought about it so much that it’s embarrassing to admit.” You blurred out. Bucky’s hands tightened around you at your confession, and he nodded more to himself.

“C’mon, my hut is not far away.”

It was really not far away, but still, while Bucky was leading you by your hand, you almost fell. You were just so mesmerized by his strong back that you completely forgot to look under your feet in the almost complete darkness. Bucky’s reflections helped you stay on your feet, and mumbling something like “It’s faster that way, anyway,” he casually lifted you off the ground, making you wrap around him like a koala around the tree. His right arm was under your ass, and the metal one was protectively lying on your waist. 

It was so effortless for him, as if your weight was nothing, and it made you even more wet and excited than the kiss. 

In just a few minutes, Bucky got to his hut, turning on the small light and closing the door. He dropped you down but didn’t let you go far away. 

“You can’t imagine how much I want you, Y/N. Even before our first time. You are so beautiful, so gorgeous, fuck.” He dragged you closer, connecting your foreheads. Your chest felt tight after his words, and you gently rubbed his bearded cheek.

��I want you the same way. Since the day we became friends. I wish you could see yourself the way I do.” You mumbled, not breaking eye contact.

Bucky shook his head, but then leaned closer and connected your lips. It was much softer, without a rush. You both were just enjoying the feeling, happy to be in each other's arms again. You grabbed his clothes, not ending your kiss, and started to go back until you felt the pile of soft blankets on the floor. You then lowered both of your bodies and laid back, so Bucky was now on top of you.

He stopped kissing you and pulled away to look at you. 

It was and felt much different than your first time. He was on top of you, holding himself with his left arm near your head. Even if Bucky knew that you truly didn’t care about it, the fact that he was now capable of pleasing you and treating you the way you deserved made him feel a little bit better about himself. 

Bucky’s eyes slowly checked your whole body, from your pretty eyes and plump, swollen lips down to the soft skin of your legs. He couldn’t help himself and put his large and warm hand on your left thigh, then traced your whole body as if it were his first time. You were shivering under his eyes and touch, but you still didn’t move and let him do what he needed too. 

You understood how hard it was for Bucky to be almost without control the last time you were together. He needed to feel in charge after everything he had gone through, and you didn’t mind letting him do whatever he wanted with you.

“Let me take care of you, doll. Please.” He almost whispered, looking back at your face.

“Do you remember what I told you the last time? You can have me, Bucky.” You put your hands around his body, feeling tensed muscles under his clothes.

I promise that when you get your new arm, I’ll let you fuck me however you want to, okay? 

Bucky growled when he remembered the exact words you told him. 

He caught your lips in a kiss again, rubbing your thigh with his hand and then getting it higher until it rested on your breast, covered in a bra. His mouth moved lower, slightly pinching and biting the tender skin of your neck and collarbones. At the same time, he dragged the cups of your bra lower, finally getting to your boobs. Two fingers took your sensetive nipple in them, slightly pressing on it and making your body shake. Your fingers slid up on his body until you were able to bury them in the soft brown locks.

“So sensitive, hm?” His hot breath on your chest made you unconsciously nod in agreement, and you could swear that you felt how Bucky’s lips curled up in a smirk. “I need to take it off.” 

Suddenly, he was not lying on top of you anymore but sitting in between your legs with both hands on your thighs. He looked flushed and had that kind of shine in his eyes that you had never seen before.

Bucky’s hands moved higher, pulling up the shirt over your head and throwing it somewhere on the floor. Then he looked at your bra, but didn’t do anything.

“You can take it off, Buck. If you remember how to do it, old man.”

The tension in Bucky’s body immediately vanished after your joke, and his brows flew to his hair. 

“Well, then you fuck with an old man, sweetheart. And I do remember how to do it.” He proved his point by sliding his hand behind your back and, with one swift motion, unclipping your bra. “Shit, I almost forgot how good they looked.” 

His hands hesitated for a few seconds, and when you saw that slightly distant look in his eyes creeping back, you decided to slightly push him. 

“Give me your hands, Bucky. Both of them.” He looked at you unsurely but still obeyed your request.

“I’m not sure—”

You completely ignored his words, instead taking both wrists into your hands and placing Bucky’s hands on your boobs. The feeling of cold metal made you hiss, but it felt good against your flushed and sensitive skin.

“Do you remember what Shuri said? You won’t hurt me until it’s your intention. And you don’t want to do it, do you?” You playfully arched an eyebrow, already knowing the answer.

“No, God, no, doll. I would never, I swear.”

“Then I want you to properly touch me with both of your hands and finally take off your damn clothes.”

“You’re hot when you're being bossy.” Following your instructions, he finally gave in and started to play with your hard nipples with his thumbs. His head lowered back to your chest, and then his hot mouth was sucking and gently licking your nipple while the metal hand took care of the other one.

It felt amazing and addictive. You couldn’t control your moans and the way your hips tried to rub onto something, but only met with Bucky’s lower stomach. You were desperate to get more without feeling shame grinding on his torso, and finally, when Bucky was satisfied with giving attention to your boobs, he went lower, kissing your belly down to your shorts.

“Need to taste you, doll. Please let me do it.” You just nodded, and it was everything Bucky needed to quickly drag your shorts and panties down your legs and lay flat on his stomach, trowing your legs over his shoulders. 

Your mouth slightly opened at this picture. You would’ve never thought that Bucky Barnes, your best friend and deadliest assassin, would be in between your legs, asking to taste you.

He didn’t hesitate, instantly diving in and licking a long stripe across your folds. You both moaned. Your head fell back, and Bucky gripped your thighs only tighter to hold you close. He was obviously enjoying it himself. You felt it in the way he circled his tongue around your clit, then went lower and put it in you to get every drop of your juice; by the way he was slightly moving your hips, as if he just wanted you to ride his face; and by the way he moaned into your soaking core when your hand slipped into his long hair and gripped them.

Your orgasm came quick and unexpected, washing all over you and making you desperately moan and squeeze your thighs around Bucky’s head. He licked you softly and gently, helping you to go through it but still wanting to taste your sweet cream.

“S’ pretty, baby. Can spend here all fucking day, I swear.” His face and beard looked soaking wet, but he didn’t seem to mind when the self-satisfied grin appeared on his lips. 

You thought that you liked him that way. You felt good that you were able to bring it out of him, even for some time. Bucky looked different, as he forgot about everything else in the world and even about things that happened just an hour ago. He looked younger and happier, and you bit your lip to not smile like an idiot.

Bucky moved higher up your body, kissing you again. You moaned into his mouth as soon as you tasted yourself on his lips, while your hands started wandering around his body and trying to feel more bare skin. Finally, you unfastened his belt and were able to take off his red shuka, revealing pretty and tanned skin that you hadn't had a chance to see fully the last time. 

He moved away, watching your face while your soft hands touched his skin. You were so delicate, tracing with your fingers from his abs to his left shoulder. Bucky’s body shivered when you finally reached the rough, bumpy skin covered in scars. Besides the Wakandian doctors, you were the first person he allowed to see that, and the fact that your face didn’t show any sign of disgust or fear almost brought Bucky to tears.

“You're really beautiful, Bucky; you know that?” Even in the dark light of the room, you could see the pink flush covering his cheeks. “C’mere, I want you.” You dragged him back on top of you, kissing his soft lips. Bucky finally got rid of his clothes with a free hand, and when you felt the weight of his hard cock on the lower part of your belly, you instantly moaned into the kiss. 

Bucky’s flesh hand gripped your thighs, lining his own perfectly that way, so his cock was sliding back and forth on your wet core. You wanted to continue kissing him, but it was hard to concentrate when his tip bumped into your still-sensitive clit every single time. 

“B-bucky…” 

“Fuck, I missed your moans. Baby—so wet for me, huh? Can just easily slip in…” There were only a few inches between your faces, and your lips were touching with each word, but your head was so light and fuzzy with the stimulation that the only thing that you were able to think of was his dick inside of you.

“Please, Bucky, please, I need you inside.” Your legs wrapped around Bucky’s waist, pulling him closer, and your hands were tightly holding his shoulders.

Bucky bumped his nose into yours in an affectionate way, and the next thing you felt was the way he slowly entered you. 

Your eyes rolled back with the loud gasp escaping your mouth. Bucky growled in your neck, settling in and stretching you out so deliciously. His hand probably left fingerprints on your delicate skin, but he just couldn’t control himself with the way your wet pussy was so welcoming and warm around him. 

“My good girl. Fuck, I won’t let you leave again; you’re mine now, baby.” Bucky quickly pulled himself together, standing on his knees in between your legs, and finally started moving. 

He didn’t hesitate when both of his hands held you tightly in place, so you wouldn’t move with every thrust of Bucky’s hips. He set the perfect steady rhythm, pushing his cock all the way in and then drugging it out so only the tip would stay inside.

You were just a moaning and whining mess, trying to find anything to hold onto. Bucky was standing over you, and as much as you wanted to enjoy his pretty face and perfect body, your eyes were hazy, and you couldn’t really concentrate on anything. 

“That’s right, baby. Feel so good ‘round my cock, takin’ me so well, fuck!” A quick look at the place where the two of you connected almost made Bucky instantly cum. You looked much smaller than him; your pussy gripped his cock so hard, and he was basically drenched in your wetness.

Bucky stretched his right arm to squeeze your nipple, and the change in the angle of his body made the base of his cock touch your clit with every thrust. You couldn’t control the volume of your moans when you dug your nails into Bucky’s arm, and your legs started shaking from the coming orgasm. 

“Bucky, ah—don’t stop, I’m gonna cum! Please!” 

“Cum with me, babydoll, just let it go.” He didn’t stop. He fucked you even harder and faster, moaning your name out loud. You both were in your little bubble, touching each other, scratching and moaning, trying to reach your highs.

It didn’t take you long to fall over the edge. You whined, arching your back from the floor, as your vision became white with a loud noise in your ears. The way you were spasming around him brought Bucky to his final, and not being able to hold himself anymore, he filled you up with his semen, collapsing on top of your body.

You both were quiet for some time—maybe minutes or even hours. Your mind was floating somewhere because the heavy and warm body on top of you made you feel incredibly safe and comfy. Only when Bucky slightly moved away and brushed sweaty baby hairs from your forehead did you open your eyes.

He was flushed and sweaty too, but he had the biggest smile you’ve seen on his face.

Bucky couldn’t help but stare at your pretty face with dreamy eyes. You were so perfect—literally the best human being in the world—and right now you were with him. You accepted everything he had done; you showered him with your attention and your kindness, even before this happened and when you were best friends.

He wondered who you were for him now.

After that, he couldn’t be your friend anymore. Not when he saw you naked, kissed you, or heard you moaning his name. Even if before Bucky tried to silence the voice in his head and lock away his heart, it was impossible to do now. Lost in his head, his mouth finally worked on it’s own, saying things that were created by his stupid brain. 

“I love you.” 

Bucky froze in your hands, as if he had surprised even himself with those words, but you didn’t let him pull away and become distant again. You grabbed his face and couldn’t hold back your bright smile.

“I love you too, Buck. I’ve been in love with you for so long.” Bucky couldn’t believe his ears and stared at you in pure disbelief.

“I—but I didn’t say anything before because I didn’t want to ruin everything between us.” Your foreheads touched as you both closed your eyes to enjoy each other's presence.

“Well, me too. I guess we’re both just stupid.” You chuckled. 

“Yeah, definitely.” Bucky smiled back at you before he closed an inch between your faces and kissed you again. Sweetly and softly, this time showing you all of the emotions that he kept for you.

“So what’s next? What do you want to do? You are free now.” Bucky fell near you on the floor, pulled you closer to his chest, and deeply inhaled.

“I don’t know... I like to be here, but I want to go back to New York, to Brooklyn, and I want to be with you.” 

“Then stay in the compound. Stay with us. Stay with me. We can spend a few more days in Wakanda and then go back to New York. I bet that Steve and even Sam miss you.” Your fingers traced the lines on his stomach, and you looked up to see Bucky's reaction to your words.

“Okay, doll. Let’s do it. I'll be happy to do whatever you want to, as long as you're with me.” Bucky kissed the top of your head, tightening his hand around your back, and you nuzzled deeper into his body, finally being happy and calm.

[violetasteracademic]

Hey bestie, was just wondering when chapter two comes out 🙂‍↕️ been refreshing ur page once an hour for dayyyyyys. 💓

Hi my friend!! So funny you should ask, it will be ready to go up by early evening tonight! I will let you know as soon as it is posted! (I'm in US central time zone. So about 6-7 hours from now)

I'm so honored and delighted to have you reading the new fic 🥹 I don't like to share toooo much of my personal life on here because this fandom is sadly not always kind to artists and writers when it comes to the hostility of the ship wars, but I do want to give a heads up that A Court of Twisted Fate will not be coming out *quite* as fast as Golden Doe in a Valley of Shadow. I blacked out and wrote almost 100k words of Golden Doe in a total disassociative bender in under a month and a half while I was in between homes, closing the final chapter of my old life after a long fought for divorce, and set aside my 10 year long business and career. I was in a weird little vortex and could easily get a chapter out every few days. I want to be honest with myself and all of you that I will not be able to match that pace right now without massively sacrificing on quality and thorough edits!

If I haven't said it enough, you guys truly have no idea what the response to Golden Doe meant to me. Writing that fic helped me survive a very difficult time. I had never written a fic before and didn't even have an ao3 account, I had to wait a few weeks to be allowed in. I had no idea anyone would read it, and sharing that story wound up being one of the most special and joyful times of my life, which seems impossible when I look back on what I was going through! I just... Thank you. I don't know what else to say. Thank you a million times, every day, forever.

I am starting life completely over in a new city and a 1940's bungalow that has had a few catastrophes since moving in 🫣 I'm hard at work job hunting in this nightmare economy and fixing up the urgent items in the house! So it's a different kind of busy filled with lots of fear and anxiety and mental exhaustion. Thus, I'm also trying to give myself lots of time to heal and recover. I'm hoping for a chapter once a week this round, but I might need some grace for up to two weeks!

This might be a good opportunity to answer some other questions I've gotten. Some have noticed the new rating is M instead of E. There WILL still be smut, but this is more of a dark and spooky old school style slow burn and very story forward. And while I hesitate to say the spice will be more vanilla, it is not as kink forward as Golden Doe! It will still be spicier and more detailed than what SJM would typically write (y'all she's tame in my book) but a different style. That being said, the piece is not finished. Sooooo.... 🦇 we'll see if kinky Azriel body snatches me again and demands that the spice be freakier and more frequent. In which case I'll update the rating.

Golden Doe started as an M rating and 15 planned chapters, and we all saw how that worked out!

I'm pushing myself to create a unique world and characters that are not just a carbon copy of Golden Doe in a Valley of Shadow. Of course, it is still canon Elain and Azriel! But I'm focusing on different sides of them. I hope you all enjoy it just as much, but if it winds up not being your vibe, do know I have a few ideas bouncing around for Golden Doe continuations, additional Elriel fics, and my inbox is always open for ideas and prompts/requests!!

[lausterdomyamong]

Can we learn a bit more about your hsr sona? What is her relationship with Ratio like? What does she think of Aventurine? (Considering how him and Ratio spend much of the Penacony quest bickering). What is her general view of Ratios trip to Penacony?

This is going to be long, I haven't checked my inbox this past month — sorry for such late answer in advance !

Moving on, I'm glad you asked this question about my sona! There are many things to explore between her character and her relationship with canon characters which I'm not really daring to talk about that much. I have her info in Thai, but since I haven't write anything in english for a while now, this might came out a bit wonky with the wording and all, feel free to ask more after you finished reading it!

I'll call her Lauster while we're talking, so it's easy to read than call her my sona repeatedly– let's go.

My HSR sona + relationship with canon characters.

With Veritas Ratio, the very first time they met — they were classmates at Intelligentsia Guild. She wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, thus meeting THE Veritas Ratio, making her feel admire as much as she despise to be on the same team with him, or opposite team, in any project. He was just that outstanding, so confident, so bright that she must close her eyes shut. Lauster hates how sharp-witted he is, hates how much he was so right about everything, hates how he never conceal or sugarcoating his words, hates that he constructively helping others. Slowly, that changes, after some times she spent with him, she feels genuinely attracted by said trait she sworn to hate so much.

She liked him first. She fell hard, she never knew how her heart would yearn for his voice, his stern look, his mind which never stuck to the past. She hated him before, but that changes. He was never selfish in her eyes, the egotistical, rude, and overly confident facade was just how people tend to literally perceived him just as that, it's not what he truly is. She didn't learn the hard way, because that was how Veritas always is. Not many people have such a tender and kind goal as his. To cure and help people to be free from their own idiocy, to be able to stand up on their own legs, even without any helping hand.

It was pure admiration that lead her up to this point, you can say that she is a Ratio defender, she literally is lmao. She is the epitome of hsr fandom if media literacy isn't dead — someone who doesn't judge Ratio by his cover and shallowly decided that was his whole character. Lauster has her own ego, one of them is to be someone who knows Ratio oh-so-well. But that kinda killing her too.

It wasn't completely one-sided. They dated at some point. Ratio does like her company, but he does think that she doesn't fit the life of a scholar, she is destructive to herself, too much of a perfectionist to the point that she suffered from her own idealization. He liked how she was a romanticism, it was interesting to explore her psyche as a person — surely noticed that she wouldn't survive a day in harsh reality, she will break, she feels too much, she would crumble from the inside out. You can say it is a opposite attraction, he is grounded to reality, where she is drowned in emotion and her own dream.

There were a lot of good time between tge two. But it was a sad relationship, honestly. She never once feel jealous of her love one's success. She truly is happy for how Ratio is thriving on his path, she was elated to be in his arms, to be lived by him, to see him persue his dream (that isn't to join Genius Society). But what killing their relationship is how her being a self-destructive perfectionist. She tried hard to be good on her works too, but there were too many external factors that keep her from being well, she tried not to a burden to him.

They loved each other, but they weren't meant to be. That realization hits Lauster first, it destroyed her. But Ratio view it differently, which is why he tried to help her, to grow, to be able to stand on her own feet again.

Then, stuff happened– she disappeared one day from Intelligentsia Guild. With thing left unsaid to each other, Ratio is striving to find her across the galaxy again.

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With Aventurine, to be honest, there wasn't so much depth I've been thinking about, they were civil and nice with one another. But one thing that is interesting to be reckon is Lauster actually hates the IPC. Her life on her planet was rough because of them, she hates their reputation, as she grew, she learned enough to acknowledge that IPC as a whole is awful.

But she does know the fact that Aventurine was a slave before, he doesn't have the choice to be engage in their system. He too — was a victim of IPC, she was well aware. So at least, on the first encounter where she met him, she was acting indifferent and being civil. She wasn't harsh or mean, but also not overly nice nor sending pitied eyes. It was a normal amount of kindness as one human shall receive. This is where Aven start to like her as a friend.

The two came around each other and form a beautiful friendship eventually. You can say that she is the only one who doesn't care (and I mean, her gaf is on vacation when she is with Aven) about his antics, even enable him to a lot of length. She doesn't really want him to buy her stuffs as a friendship reward. I can say they were really close friends where they can trauma bonding to a degree lmao.

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The last question is— to be honest, if she's still with Ratio at the time, she may wish him a safe trip only. Despite being someone who lives in the fantasy, she doesn't want to visit Penacony at all. While she was intrigued in the concept of it long time ago, she already mentally living in a dream every day, so she wasn't interested to physically be in one (not really but you get what I mean). Living in a dream was sweet, but she has been like that her whole life, she knew how tiresome it would be sometimes. (Yeah, she is neurodivergent.)

Anyway, thank you for reading such a long post! If you have question, feel free to slide into my ask box !

[campbyler]

hey!!!! i am so excited for the new chapter drop, and i just wanted to offer some insight into why people might have gotten frustrated last time with the delays even tho you owe us nothing lol. i think it was about information rather than the fic itself… so maybe instead of pushing the drop day back by one day (repeatedly if need be), a whole week, or two week, pushback at a time could frustrate people less... then if it's ready sooner than that, it'll be a lovely surprise for everyone who wasn't expecting it for another week or two!! plus you guys would be giving yourself like an extra week to chill and finish it instead of the pressure of just 24hrs, (which is nothing what with real life etc) and you could even have a few days off before dropping it if you DID finish it early, cos no one would be any the wiser!

just an idea, that's what i'd do i think and that's how deadline pushbacks often work at my college so i thought i'd share :) hope that's not presumptuous :) you might already be doing this who knows :)

hello hello we are super excited for it as well!! re: your insight — we totally get why people are annoyed by delays, because it definitely is frustrating to look forward to something and constantly have it delayed, especially a little bit at a time and multiple times in a row, so trust me when i say that we fully understand that and wouldn’t be pushing it back by these increments if we didn’t think it would fully be done by a certain time. the 1 or 2 day delays for ch9.2 in particular were 1. made when there were only about one day’s worth of edits left to be made on 9.2, so it was a very reasonable guess to us, and 2. extremely circumstantial and unexpected. thea was very very close to being done but stuff kept coming up, like her being too physically tired after working her shift (her schedule is all over the place usually) to keep editing which she didn’t think she would be, or getting delayed at work for hours, or the one time we got that one anon about ch9.2, thea had been actually and literally swarmed by thousands of people at her job and simply was not in the mood to hear someone complaining about a chapter being delayed by another day or two. there also is something to be said about how we’ve seen people complain or get annoyed when it’s pushed back by a longer period of time in advance, which we have also done, so it leaves us kind of trapped between a rock and a hard place — do we overestimate and have people complain, or do we try to give them shorter term update goals and still have them complain?

we fully get why it’s frustrating and aren’t pushing it back little by little in order to be difficult, but either way, we just don’t think people should be in our inbox vocalizing those frustrations to us. they can even complain in dms to their friends about it, we don’t care! we appreciate the sentiment and the insight and we do try to give reasonable estimates for delays as much as we can, but honestly we just don’t really want to hear if people are annoyed 🤷🏽‍♀️ it’s not helpful or productive to us in any way and we would just prefer it stay out of our inbox and out of our sight overall

[divine-knight-hand]

Such a Whore

Link to photo: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/722616702723082268

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Pairing: Michael Afton x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Being distracted at work almost didn’t end well for Michael, but he was home now. He was safe. He was free to finally indulge in the pleasure that thoughts of you made him crave.

Content Warnings: Mentions of fluff, desperation, masturbation, (self) degradation, pleasure crying, (Michael's just a simp and I love him so much for that <3)

Notes: Sorry if the ending of this seems rushed! I fell into a bit of sadness because my brain thinks I'm being unproductive, and I definitely needed the satisfaction of posting a new fic. That's when I remembered that I had this little gem from summertime, which was almost finished anyways. So, enjoy! Hehehe!

(P.S. I also needed something to get me into the right headspace for those two Michael requests sitting in my inbox. I'm proud to announce that I'm about three paragraphs into the first one! o7)

Word Count: 1,165

Dividers by @saradika

Michael rushed to the door of his house, post-shift adrenaline still coursing through his veins. Risking his life every night just to keep his job didn’t exactly leave him with the best of nerves. He quickly fumbled with his keys before dropping them on the floor.

“Damnit!” He hissed as he bent over to pick them up.

Tonight’s shift was a long one, especially since his mind was elsewhere for most of it. He had two close calls with Bonnie and Chica almost entering the office because thoughts of you were in the forefront of his mind, taking his focus away from the task of keeping himself alive. 

Ever since you’d started working at the pizzeria as its newest chef, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Sometimes, he would sneak into the kitchen and watch as you cooked, committing his favorite things about you to memory.

The diligent way you used your hands as you rolled and tossed the dough. The way your eyebrow creased just the littlest bit as you focused on remembering what toppings to put on which pizza. The way you wiped your forehead after tossing a pizza into the oven, letting out the smallest of relieved sighs before putting together the next one. He noticed and loved it all.

Then, there was the way you smiled as you served each customer. Michael loved the way you smiled. He could tell you genuinely enjoyed your time in the kitchen, making pizzas that would have anyone’s mouth watering. Your smile was contagious, radiating joy to be felt by anyone who had the privilege of witnessing it.

It was right before his latest shift when you flashed him that same smile as he handed you your favorite flower. He’d told you that he found it on his way to work and thought you might want it, but he actually bought it from a local flower shop and spent the entirety of your shift pacing by the kitchen door, trying to figure out how to give it to you.

“Oh, Michael! It’s beautiful! How did you know this is my favorite? Thank you!” You’d said as you flashed him that smile he loved, and he nearly melted into the floor.

The same happiness you showed to others every day was finally directed at him. He didn’t actually know that the flower he handed to you was your favorite kind. He supposed he just got lucky. It wasn’t like he was ever going to let you in on that little secret, though.

You flashed one of your beautiful smiles to him like a royal figure casting a favor to their devoted knight, and he wasn’t going to let anything keep that moment from being anything less than perfect. Unfortunately, the longer he thought about that moment, the less innocent his feelings toward you became.

His cock twitched, serving as a reminder of the painful way it strained against his jeans for the last hour of his shift. He had managed to take care of his nightly tasks while sparing a hand to occasionally rub at his crotch for a bit of relief. He was grateful that he worked alone when he accidentally let out a small whine of frustration.

He desperately needed to get off…

Finally recovering his keys, Michael rushed into the house, slamming the door behind him. He quickly set his TV set’s VCR to record that night’s episode of The Immortal and the Restless before all but speeding to his bedroom.

He slammed the door behind him and jumped into bed, landing on his back in a starfish position. Breathing heavily, he closed his eyes and basked in the relief of finally being home.

That was, until he was reminded of his predicament by the impatient throbbing of his cock. He fought with his belt–desperate whines of need escaping the back of his throat as his eager hands momentarily forgot how to undo it–before finally getting it open and tossing his pants across the room. The belt buckle loudly hit the wall with a clank! before his pants fell heavily to the floor.

Not wasting a second, Michael began palming the large stain of arousal on his boxers. He let out a soft moan as he shuddered, his hips instinctively bucking up into his hand as a silent plea for more. His skin was aflame, every nerve screaming for your touch.

God, I’m such a whore… The thought slammed into his head as he became overly aware of the situation he was in. He laid on his bed, aroused just by the mere thought of you, to the point where he couldn’t waste time taking off all of his clothes before granting himself some sort of relief. He was just that desperate, and all it took to get him riled up was a smile. 

“Ohhh, I really am a whore…” He whined as he quickened the pace of his hand against his crotch, his hips setting an unsteady rhythm against it.

His eyes squeezed shut and his head dropped back onto his pillow before another idea drifted into his thoughts. He liked it. He liked being a whore, as long as he was your whore. His cock twitched in his boxers to confirm his depraved revelation. Images of you standing outside his door and listening to his moans and cries of desperation began to form in his mind, making his head spin.

Michael imagined that you would eventually open the door, walking inside and looking down at him with a proud smirk before playfully taunting him. “Awww, poor thing. All hot and bothered just for me?”

Tears of frustration sprang to his eyes as he realized that grinding against his hand wasn’t going to be enough. He rushed to take off his boxers, his erect cock springing from its confinement before he took it in hand and began to stroke it. The precum he spread from the tip made it especially easy for his hand to glide along his length, no lube needed.

“Fuck,” He breathed as his hips began bucking into his hand. He hadn’t done that voluntarily.

“Don’t stop… don’t- Ah!” He wasn’t sure who he was asking, since the only motions on his cock were his own, but as he neared his peak, it was harder for him to make sense of anything anymore.

“Please…” He whined as the tears in his eyes spilled over. “Please… Ohhh…”

His eyes squeezed shut as he flicked his thumb over the tip. That was the motion that sent him over the edge.

“Y- Y/N!” He cried out as his free hand gripped the sheets. He came over the fingers of the other, which was still guiding him through his high.Once he was finished, he assessed the mess he made on his hand and sheets. Still panting from the aftermath of his orgasm, his mind was able to put together one coherent thought. I really am a whore…

[accihoe]

I'm on a two week spring break (as the seasons in my country work differently to EU and USA), and I'm also working on a business report that has to be submitted by October 13th. What better time to write than now?

I am once again truthfully sorry for my continuous disappearances.

Here's a Bucky fic because I found my tiny magnetic frame with a photo of him in it <3 (pic of photograph at the bottom).

P.S. this will be my first publicly posted Bucky fic woo-hoo!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: it's the 1940s, and Bucky comes home from a hard day at work, but his wife is there to make every moment of his hard work worth it.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: mentions of war. Probably not all canon regarding time, etc. Slightly oc Buck.

A/n: Please do not plagiarize my work, and please give me credit if you post my work elsewhere. I might make this a series, dunno. Love y'all. Pls comment or inbox me if you'd like to be on a taglist.

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The walk home seemed longer than usual as Bucky trodged down the familiar path, every item of clothing feeling heavier with each step. He juggled his keys, slightly frustrated when they didn't go into the lock in the first few attempts. Finally, he managed, stumbling forwards from having his weight on the door. Bucky kicked off his boots in an instant, hung up his coat and hat, and looked around for his sweet love, his sugarbunch.

A smile bloomed across his handsome face as he saw her sauntering towards him, pretty dress flowing in the cool spring breeze. "Well, hello there, handsome chap. To what do I owe you the honours?" She smiled playfully, arms stretching open. Bucky gracefully accepted her invitation, wrapping himself around her and laying his cheek on her shoulder. "There, there, my love. Come on in. Go have a warm bath whilst I finish setting up the dinner table." His wife soothed, kissing above his cheekbone.

Once he'd freshened up, Bucky came downstairs to their four-person dining table, grinning at the meal his wife had prepared. She slid down in the seat across from him and reached out her hand, taking his. "Would you be as kind as to say grace for us?" She smiled, stroking her thumb over his bruised knuckles. They bowed their heads and closed their eyes as Bucky prayed for the food, "Lord God, Heavenly Father, bless our food and our drink, since you redeemed us so dearly and delivered us from evil, as you gave us a share in food and so may you give us eternal life. Amen.". They said amen in unison, and James kissed her hand as he let go of it.

"Jamie, my dear, I do not mean to alarm you, but I read about the war in the papers earlier today. It only seems to be intensifying. And I'm afraid young American men are no longer permitted a say as to whether or not they're getting drafted." His wife announced as she was washing the dishes, and he was drying and packing them away. The mug that he was busy drying slipped from his hands, but thankfully, his wife caught it just before it tumbled down the floor. "James," she breathed, taking his hands and gently tugging him away from the sink.

"Be..g my pardon, m-my love. The reality of the situations and times that we are living in has only dawned upon me now." James breathed, exhaling once again in disbelief. "Why don't you go and get ready for bed whilst I finish up here, hm?" She hummed, trailing her hand up to his neck and laying it there against his warm skin. "Alright, my darling, I bid on seeing you soon." He smiled, squeezing her hand that he held. "In the blink of an eye, sugar. Now go." She grinned, patting his cheek.

She joined him shortly after bathing and getting ready for bed, her chest tightening as she saw his frame in the bed, curled up in fear and staring off at the wood of his closet doors. Despite being fully aware of her presence, Bucky jumped when he felt her hand snake over his side and onto his stomach and chest. "Pardon me, my love." She giggled, spooning up against his back. James held his hand over hers as he continued to stare at the door. She felt sudden guilt. Should I not have told him that? She wondered.

"I'm sorry if I alarmed you, my darling." She said, pressing a loving kiss to the back of his neck. "You did not alarm me, dollface. 'M just tired from work 's all." He said, turning to face her. "Jamie, what'd your mama teach you about lying?" She warned. "Alright, alright." He smiled, eyes trailing across her bonny face, ruminating his luck. "Whatsoever may happen with this war, James, know that I love you." Y/N smiled, holding his hand to her chest and kissing his palm. "And I you." He smiled.

She skipped her reading that night, and so did he, just basking in each other's presence. The pair had fallen in love just after high school. James had seen her at church after praying for a pretty woman to cross his path, and she had prayed for a stable rock in her life to start a family with later on. It was instant love. After a period of wooing the pretty girl, they started dating, which then flourished into marriage. Bucky, age 24, Y/N, age 22, decided that they were content with the life they had built. Small but decent apartment, church community, flourishing matrimony, James had a stable job, and Y/N was applying for several.

Not to mention, their parents were incredulously proud. They were the spoken couple of Brooklyn, and Y/N treated Steve with the respect he deserved from day one, which was probably one of the central reasons for Becky's undying love for her. The life they had built together was sublime. Until the war hit.

xxxxxxx

Fin. Hope you liked it. Lots of love x

[sapphire-weapon]

@marashi96​ I’m sorry 😭😭 I’m trying to find a good tone and setting for them, but for some reason, I just can’t get it to come out right. Again -- it’s an issue of me needing to sit down and read a book, because it’s been a while and I’m out of practice, but. I haven’t found the brainpower yet to sit down and work at any of this stuff.

I’ve been thinking about maybe asking for you guys to send requests into my inbox and see if that sparks anything? No guarantees I’ll actually write what’s sent in, but mmmaaayyybe could help? Was also thinking about just writing tiny short little snippets of scenes for practice, which might be easier than jumping into a full-fledged fic.

Because, yeah, I’m 2 for 2 on starting something for them and abandoning it. As much as I’d like to think I’ll go back to at least one of them, I realistically don’t think that I will. I just can’t seem to find a story I’d actually want to tell.

What I can do in the meantime is share at least a part of one of the fics that I’ve most likely abandoned? I don’t know if this will actually make it better or worse, but.

Here’s a scene. That I wrote. That’s part of a bigger piece. But I’m not going to share everything in this fic that I’ve written because it’s not finished or even really fully thought out at all. But this is a scene!!

It also isn’t really edited or proofread, so, like. Be nice. LMAO

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"When we do get home," she said softly, "what's the first thing you'll do? After taking a shower and sleeping for two weeks, I mean."

"Good question," he said. "If I had to guess? Probably… get a fire going in my fire pit in my backyard, and sit back there with a beer and a burger."

"And I'm invited to that, right?" she asked.

"Of course," he said. "Always."

His answer came out so easily and with so much confidence that, for a second, she almost believed him. She certainly wanted to — but, deep down, she knew better. She knew that once this mission was over, the two of them were going to fall back into the normal routines of their lives, and their paths would probably never cross again. Leon would disappear from her life, and he'd take all of his gentle touches and untold stories with him.

The mere thought of it made her want to start screaming and never stop.

Ashley finally looked down at the way their hands were entangled and tried to ignore the empty sorrow that was welling up at the center of her chest. It seemed stupid to grieve the loss of someone who was still sitting right beside her, but here she was.

She looked up at him again and gave him a sad smile — and, a second and a half later, leaned over to plant a deliberate, lingering kiss on his cheek.

"You're very sweet," she said quietly against the line of his jaw.

It wasn't lost on her, the way his shoulders tensed and his chest shuddered on his next exhale -- and yet, Leon made absolutely no effort to pull away from her or discourage her behavior, so Ashley stayed right where she was. She remained in his personal space, far beyond the border of his shoulder. Her lips hovered mere scant inches from his chin -- close enough that, if she'd tilted her head back just enough, she could've bumped noses with him.

As her gaze flickered upwards, she noticed the way his brow was furrowed — saw that he seemed unable to look her directly in the face — noted the way he kept his eyes downcast and half-lidded in an attempt to hide whatever he was feeling. Yet, still, he didn't pull away. Still, his hand remained curled around hers.

It was then that she finally realized: it wasn’t paranoia or overprotectiveness behind Leon’s gentle, too-long touches. 

It was longing. It was loneliness. It was a desperate desire for a real connection with another human being, no matter how brief.

Her heart ached for him.

Ashley turned her attention back to Leon's eyes. They were still turned downcast, as though he was searching to find some form of answer to a question still yet unasked in the curve of her chin or the length of her neck. It felt almost like he was afraid that if he moved too much in any one direction, the spell would break, the moment would shatter, and it'd all be lost to him forever.

Well. If it was to be her choice, then, it was an easy one for her to make. 

Letting her eyes slide shut, Ashley closed the very short distance between them and pressed her lips against his.

Leon returned her kiss immediately, tilting his head slightly and leaning into it with an enthusiasm that shouldn't have surprised her as much as it did. He finally removed his hand from hers in order to settle his palm against the side of her neck instead. From there, his fingers weaved their way into her hair and lightly cupped the back of her skull in order to hold her in place, right where he wanted her. Ashley returned the gesture, reaching across his chest to lay a hand at the nape of his neck, pulling him ever closer.

[allylikethecat]

If you're not too sick of them I would love if you could do gatty with 7 or 46 ♥️

Hello!

I could never be sick of this whole prompt situation! I've been having so much fun working on them! I do want to apologize though, I'm sorry that this took so long for me to finish - real life got in my way. I hope it was worth the wait! I filled them both separately, I hope that's okay- I like to think it means you're getting more bang for your buck! I'm not totally sure I love how #46 turned out, but I decided I need to stop fiddling with it and just put it out into the world and move on. I hope it's at least adjacent to what you were looking for! I have a few more kiss prompts in the works, a few intimacy prompts and a smut prompt (which is an area I need to work on in my writing, so it shall be interesting to say the least).

Thank you so much for the request and for being so kind and supportive of my writing! It really means a lot and I am so thankful to have found such a kind and supportive subset of The 1975 fandom to be apart of.

Warnings: there is mention of drug use / mention of past abuse in #46

Let me know what you think! Constructive feedback is always welcome and appreciated!

❤️Ally

7. Kiss…to shut them up

Matty had been talking for the last twenty three minutes. George knew exactly how long his latest tangent had run so far, having glanced at and made note of the time ticking away in the corner of his laptop screen when he noticed the flush in Matty’s cheeks and the fire in his eyes. So far he had barely taken a breath and George had given up trying to follow the track of his thoughts twenty two minutes ago. He was gesturing wildly with his hands, getting louder and more animated as he spoke, clearly building up the momentum, and getting more excited as he went. George tried not to feel too bad that he had been tuning him out, nodding along and humming in approval in what he hoped were the right places, his focus on his laptop, and the seemingly endless amount of emails he had in his inbox. No one told him that producing for other artists would mean going through so many emails. 

If for some reason the musical career ended up not panning out, which after five number one albums in the UK was unlikely, Matty could have a career as an American politician, George thought, he would be unstoppable in a filibuster, and he had already mastered the art of speaking constantly while saying a whole lot of nothing. He closed his laptop, hoping that maybe Matty would catch on, see that George was closing his laptop and that maybe that was his sign to take a breath, and that it was time to meet Adam and Carly for lunch, but Matty was still going, pacing around the room that served as their home office.

“Which ties it all together!” Matty said, waving his hands in the air as George turned to look at him fondly, his curls bouncing as he drove his point home. George had absolutely no idea what his point was. “Because despite what the critics might think, it really is the perfect example of postmodernism in literature-” George couldn’t take it anymore. 

Matty let out a surprised hum of approval as George crashed their lips together, sucking the air from his lungs as he deepened the kiss, running his fingers through his hair, tugging on the locks in a way that he knew made Matty weak at the knees. Matty broke away a moment later, panting with his nose pressed to George’s cheek as he tried to regain his breath. 

“What was that f-” he started to ask before George was kissing him again, licking into his mouth, and nipping at his lower lip. His knees buckled, overwhelmed by the way George was consuming all of his senses. George walked him backwards, pressing him against the wall, and suddenly it didn’t matter that his legs didn’t work anymore. He had George to support him. 

“You’re so cute,” George said and Matty flushed his cheeks darkening into an even deeper shade of red and he squirmed bashfully at the praise. He kissed Matty again, his eyes rolling back in his head as he clung to George’s shoulders, letting out a soft whimper of enjoyment. 

“I love you,” George said softly, speaking the words against Matty’s lips, their breath intermingled as Matty’s heart raced, his fingers drifting lower, digging into the meat of George’s hips as if he would float away if he let go.

“I love you too,” Matty said softly, his cheeks still flushed. “I was rambling again wasn’t I?” he asked sheepishly, realizing George hadn’t been listening to a word he had been saying, but not able to bring himself to care. 

“A little bit,” said George with a chuckle, the sound vibrating in Matty’s chest with the way they were pressed together. “It was cute though, and you’ll have to tell me again over lunch, I got distracted finishing up some emails and I’m sure I missed a few of the points.” 

Matty’s flush deepened. “Well, next time just tell me to shut up,” he said, jutting his chin out defiantly. 

“What do you think I just did?” George said, with a laugh, this one deeper, and Matty curled his toes in desire as he kissed his neck.

“I’m sorry I talk so much,” said Matty, feeling a moment of vulnerability as George mouthed at his collarbone, nose skimming the open collar of his shirt.

“Don’t ever be sorry for that,” George said, his lips ghosting against Matty’s sensitive, burning skin. “I love it when you talk.” 

“Even when you want me to shut up?” Matty asked softly and George chuckled and nodded his breath tickling Matty’s neck.

“Even then.”

46. Kiss…out of envy or jealousy

Matty swallowed hard, standing on his tiptoes as he scanned the crowd, desperate for a glimpse of George. He reached up to tug uncomfortably at the collar of his shirt, loosening his tie ever so slightly as he did so, feeling strangled by the fabric as he floated on the fringes of the after party. These things were much more uncomfortable sober, he thought desperately, he was pretty sure he was the only person not on something at the moment. 

Even George had smoked a spliff during the car ride to the next venue. Matty had declined when George tried to pass it to him, under the delusion that he wanted to keep a clear head. He was already feeling paranoid, like he was being watched. Each breath he had taken was carefully measured at the awards show, a conscious effort to keep his expression engaged and mild lest the camera pan to their table. If he had accepted the spliff he would have been convinced everyone could tell, that everyone knew he was high, that instead of legal marjuana he had relapsed, had gone back to the substances they didn’t even know he was clean from. He swallowed hard. Where the fuck was George?   

It was a stark contrast to his previous party experiences, his previous life experiences really. He couldn’t remember the last party he had been at, industry or otherwise without some kind of A Class chemical racing through his blood stream, lubricating his social interactions, giving him a personality. He felt almost numb now, anxiety thudding in his chest, simmering in his veins as he tried to remember who he was and how to be a person. 

A server walked past with a tray of champagne flutes and Matty snagged a glass with shaking hands, downing it quickly. Where the fuck was George? He thought, starting to feel frantic. He had gone to the washroom ten minutes ago. It shouldn’t have taken him ten minutes to piss. There was never a queue for the men’s room.  Matty had given him a smile and said he would be fine on his own, not wanting to seem so needy and codependent that he had to follow his boyfriend to the bathroom. He was a strong independent man, he tried to remind himself. He felt anything but. 

He thought for sure he would be able to find someone he knew easily enough, but they were in America and he was starting to realize maybe he didn’t actually know anyone else here. If he had met them before, it was during the dark times and he clearly didn’t remember the interaction. He knew he seemed unapproachable, curls falling his face, eyes downcast, the charismatic spark that drew their fanbase to him having flickered out as he pushed himself out of his comfort zone. He knew he radiated a general air of “leave me the fuck alone,” especially when he was desperate for anything but. He hated being sober. He hated that he had gotten clean, that he felt some kind of moral obligation to stay that way, that the rest of the lads had spent their own money on his treatment after he had nearly bankrupted the group with his addiction. 

He fiddled with his now empty champagne glass and wished for something stronger, or wished that he hadn’t built up such a high alcohol tolerance over the years, because despite his size he felt absolutely nothing after quickly finishing the glass. A second server walked passed and he traded his empty flute for a full one, drinking this one more slowly, giving him something to do with his hands, allowing him to focus on the feeling of the bubbles fizzing against his tongue, grounding him, keeping him present. That was something he was working on in therapy. Staying more present.

His frustration and anxiety started to move, turning to frustration and envy. George had probably ran into some he knew on his way to or from the restroom. George had probably bumped into someone and made a friend, the words flowing easily as he introduced himself. Matty knew that he had a reputation for being an extrovert, that he was the mouthpiece of the band whether people liked it or not. Whether he liked it or not. But George was the one that could talk to anyone, a casual sort of comfortable in any social situation that Matty wasn’t ever able to recreate despite the copious drugs he had poured into his body, desperate to be liked, desperate to be cool.

He was jealous, he realized sharply, he was jealous and it burned in his belly as he swallowed the rest of his champagne and set the glass on one of the high top tables scattered around the space, pushing his way through the crowd. Being jealous wasn’t going to solve anything, being jealous wasn’t going to make people like him, it wasn’t going to quell the anxiety embedded in his rapidly beating heart. Being jealous wasn’t going to make George come back to him faster.

He caught a glimpse of what he hoped was George moving through the crowd, talking to some kind of teen drama actress that had been a presenter at the show earlier that night. The jealousy flared, moving up his throat, blistering his vocal cords, he tried to swallow it down, feeling it molten and hot in his lungs. George threw his head back and laughed, smiling happily. George had gone and made a friend, George had abandoned him, like Matty was nothing more than an anchor weighing him down. George had gone and cut the rode, untangling himself from his mooring to forge his own path. 

It wasn’t a conscious decision, his feet moving on his own accord, it was like he was watching his body move from somewhere above, something, or someone else was controlling him like a recently unlocked newly playable character. Matty slid into position next to George, hand gliding across his back under his suit jacket to wrap possessively around his hip. 

He stood up on his tiptoes and pressed a kiss to the corner of George’s mouth, interrupting whatever he had been saying to the wide eyed peroxide blonde. 

George chuckled against his lips, turning his head to deepen the kiss, showing Matty that despite his initiation, George was the one holding all of the cards. 

“Someones feeling a little green,” he murmured, soft enough that it was for Matty’s ears only as he pulled away. 

“This is my boyfriend Matty,” said George, turning back to the girl, “he’s needy little shit and gets jealous when I’m not giving him my full attention.” 

Matty flushed at his teasing words, the bit behind them stinging slightly, but at the same time making him preen. The girl laughed. 

“What can I say,” said Matty, leaning into George’s side. “I’m the jealous type.”

[cookinguptales]

wwdits tarot: the moon

We’re drawing close to the end now… Only three more Major Arcana after this one, The Sun, Judgement, and The World.

This weekend, I’m planning on opening my inbox up to asks for tarot readings again to celebrate finishing this project, so keep an eye out! I’ll probably be making a poll for which deck y’all would like me to use shortly.

Today’s card is XVIII. The Moon, and it’s probably the only card that I wanted to use two different characters for so badly that I wracked my brain trying to think of the best way to do it.

I think I’ve settled on a good solution. We’ll see what you guys think.

The Moon is about fear, insecurity, and illusion. It’s a card that cautions you against giving into self-doubt, and advises you to try and see your situation with unclouded eyes.

The Moon is one of those cards that feels compassionate but at the same time lightly chastising to me. There is a sense here that you might be feeling afraid because of things in your past. There has been past trauma or your self-esteem has been systematically broken down. You have reason to feel afraid, The Moon acknowledges, but that doesn’t change the fact that your fear is illusory.

There’s also a sense to this card that things are not always as they seem. Either you are tricking yourself due to your anxieties, or someone else is tricking you and you need to see through their lies. Maybe there’s just a miscommunication and a misconception, or maybe there is active deceit afoot.

The Moon tells you to have faith in yourself and step out into the moonlight regardless of your fears. It tells you to see through the illusions holding you back and stop being so darn anxious. While your fears are not entirely unfounded, you are the only person who has the strength to push past them.

With all that said, there are two characters that fit this card well for me but in very, very different ways. Put simply, I had one character in mind who represented the fear — and one who represented the fearful.

And then I remembered: The Moon has two dogs on it, a domesticated one and a wolf.

So I think… yes, this dog certainly has room for my puppy and the wolf.

First, let’s talk about the dog. The first character I want on this card is Jenna. Jenna is a small quivering dog of a vampire, let’s be real. She does overcome this, to some degree, but I think her overall vibe really, really suits this card.

Jenna isn’t a weak person and she never has been. She’s bright, she’s curious, she’s capable, and she likes to try new things. But… her self-esteem is terrible and she lets people walk all over her. She’s so, so timid. The world scares her mainly because she believes that she’s too weak to live in it, whether that’s true or not.

Jenna does seem to have been systematically browbeaten by her peers (something that sets Nadja off and makes her want to liberate her) so you can kind of see where her timidity comes from. People have told her she’s not good enough, and people have treated her like she’s not good enough, so you can see where the fear that she’s not good enough has come from.

She allows people to treat her the way she believes she deserves to be treated, and she thinks she deserves to be treated that way because of how they treat her. It’s a vicious cycle.

But, like The Moon tells us, it’s also an illusory one. Jenna is not weak, and she grows into herself and her powers very admirably. We’re really only seeing the first few baby steps of her journey (mainly because Beanie Feldstein started getting other work) but it’s really lovely to see her grow past her fears and shatter the illusions that’s been laboring under for years.

That’s symbolized even more heavily by her unique power, which is invisibility. She is able to take advantage of the exact illusion that’s been used against her for all these years, and now she’s able to use it against others.

When it comes to the base idea of a person cowed by illusions and needing to take control of their own destiny, Jenna is a very, very straightforward representation of The Moon.

So when it comes to the dog — or rather, maybe still just a puppy — I want to have Jenna.

But… on the other hand, there is also the wolf... and I mean that both literally and metaphorically. The other character I want to have on this card is Gail.

As far as wolves and illusion go, it’s not very hard to see where those things come in when we’re talking about a literal werewolf. She was hiding that she literally turns into a wolf here. Like… it’s not a stretch.

But I want to go a lot deeper than that and talk about how Gail functions in the narrative and how she has nurtured both fear and illusion in Nandor.

Now — let’s get one thing straight. Nandor is an idiot who creates his own problems. Gail has never promised him forever, and a lot of his angst involving her really revolves around the Gail that he has invented in his mind, not the one who has always been pretty honest about her intentions.

But at the same time, she does not treat this guy well. She knows he’s head over heels for her but still keeps coming back to string him along whenever she gets bored. She doesn’t respect him and doesn’t seem to like him that much and certainly doesn’t want to be loyal to him. And while she never exactly promised him loyalty, it still seems rough to be fucking another guy without even telling him. If you don’t want a monogamous relationship, that’s fine — but it seems like she didn’t even tell Nandor or Anton that she wasn’t being faithful to either of them. They deserve that information.

And she drives Nandor mad. He’s always had insecurities, but Gail always seems to ratchet that up to 100. Every time she leaves him, or insults him, or cheats on him, he starts to fall into a deep depression about whether he can ever be loved. She encourages his insecurities and feeds him lies to keep his illusions about her intact.

I don’t mean the werewolf thing, to be clear. It seems like she was actually fairly honest with him about that. But he definitely didn’t know she was also sleeping with a werewolf, whom she let turn her, and that illusion, that of affection and loyalty, was one that deeply hurt him. More importantly, she really does seem to encourage this illusion that there could be a real, lasting relationship between them.

A normal person who just wants something casual with someone will break up with them or at least be super, super clear with them once they start getting in too deep. The smart, kind thing to do would have been to make a clean break with Nandor the first time she dumped him. But this apparently happens all the damn time, her showing up, her getting his hopes up, and then her leaving again. While Nandor should have gotten the memo by now (no pun intended), she is far from blameless in this toxic relationship.

It kind of feels like she shows up every time she needs an ego boost, or maybe a temporary playmate, and she’s willing to manipulate Nandor in order to get that. Sometimes it seems like she enjoys feeding into his anxieties and having men who will tie themselves in knots over her while she dangles the illusion of affection over their heads. It's just unkind.

Gail is certainly feeding both his illusions and his insecurities, but like The Moon always tells us — Nandor is still the only one that can actually fix his own problem here. He needs to rise above his fears and see through the illusions she’s fed him so he can move on with someone who actually loves him.

(Speaking of Memos…)

So I think that Gail and Jenna really show both sides of this card, the fear and the creator of it, someone blinded by illusions and someone who makes a meal of them. And both of them show the importance of facing your fears and tearing down illusion.

I think having both the dog and the wolf on here in their most metaphorical senses is probably the way that I want to go forward with this one. I want both the fear and the fear itself, if you get me.

To show that, let’s go into the imagery.

Like I said, The Moon is a card that has both a dog and a wolf baying at the moon together, who looks down at them both. The dog and wolf represent the tamed and untamed parts of our mind, and the crawfish emerging from the water and starting on its path represents emerging from illusion and beginning your journey away from it. (It also sometimes represents the emerging enemy that you need to watch out for!)

I would have both Jenna and Gail on this card, a puppy and a wolf at their sides respectively, each with one hand resting on the canine assigned to them. The dogs are both looking up at the moon, but Gail and Jenna are both looking down their path, clear-eyed and knowing what they truly want.

(The crawfish can… stay, I guess. lmao)

wwdits tarot masterpost

[bmbochangetales]

How many BMBO FM requests do you have left at this point?

There are 6 left at this point. A few of the songs, I had double requests and I went with the one that came first. Some of the requests sent in will not be done unfortunately, because I lacked an idea for it that I could fully form out an idea that I would enjoy writing. Some sent in too specific of an idea with it that I couldn’t hash out a story I wanted to write. Some were after I closed requests for it. A small number of requests also were in the inbox but some how were deleted before I could move them to drafts or even read them. I would get the notification but the inbox was empty.

I apologize to anyone whose request is in drafts and waiting and to those who will not be done, but sometimes that’s how creativity goes. The ones that will be done: Tag You’re It, X-Men theme, You’re So Vain, Twice, BTS, and Sexual Healing. If yours is not here, I apologize. Also please remember this is a hobby I do while working full time in a management position and living a somewhat social life. Also @mr-h-m-bo keeps me busy 😘

I will do it again in the future but right now I have a lot going on for the next 2-3 months. Maybe the summer or fall BMBO FM might go on air once more. I’ve also thought about bringing back Doll’s Cafe again in the future for any long time followers who remember that.

That being said, I’m down to my last two weeks living overseas, so I’m a bit busy spending time with people here and finishing up my job. I have to pack and clean my place up. I’m going to spend some time once back in my hometown with loved ones, take a trip, and a final permanent relocation in April.

I may post some stories, I’ll try to get to the BMBO FM first but sometimes I just get an idea I have to run with. In the meantime, my queue is a few pieces I wrote but didn’t publish yet, some older works, and some other creators. Please enjoy and support all the writers and creators in our community.

Thank you for your support and understanding in this chaotic time in my life.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Eight: It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year 🎃

Summary- 8.2k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. It's the day after your party and Halloween day. You wake up recalling what had happened, but Curtis strives to make it a better day for you, one that might make up for other people's senseless comments.

Warnings- Reader questioning why Curtis would choose to be with her, Smut, Male receiving oral.

A/N- Thank you to everyone who has shared, commented, sent asks, came in my inbox, and just lets me know how honest and relatable some of what is happening with Curtis and Honey is for you. I hope that this chapter makes up for some of the previous one. At least a little bit. Special shout out to @what-is-your-plan-today for reading through this and sending it back so quickly. Divider made by @firefly-graphics

Chapter Seven / Masterlist

That next morning you woke late, a glance at your phone showed it was after ten thirty in the morning and you had several texts from Claude. You didn’t have the energy to deal with her, so you just set the phone down and turned away from it. You sure as hell didn’t want to relive yesterday trying to assure Claude that you were okay and Edgar was just a bastard who you would and could ignore.

 Next to you, Curtis was laying on his stomach, his bare back on display as half of the blanket was pooled down around his waist. A pillow was balled up under his head and he was still snoring softly enough to let you know that he was out of it. You shifted in closer to him, sighing to yourself as bits of last night were still fresh in your mind. 

Everyone must have heard what happened last night, you sighed dejectedly to yourself while you hovered your hand close to Curtis, about to run your fingers along the expanse of his bare back. But you pulled back instead, trying to tuck yourself into a smaller space. You had heard his bellow of anger all the way in the bedroom and dread at seeing everyone look at you knowing what was going on made you feel so ashamed.

Why couldn't you just go back and rethink doing the whole party? You knew it was bound to happen, someone always had to remark on your weight and how odd it is that someone as fit as Curtis would be interested. You should have been prepared for it. 

Edgar was an idiot, that much you agreed with Curtis about, any man who used that term was a jerk. You had decided that long ago. What you did wonder was why had Curtis wanted you? He was the one who went after you and you just couldn't see why right now. You didn't see yourself as special, certainly not beautiful like he always said. You were afraid to ask him, because what if he said that he didn't know why and suddenly didn't want you anymore? There it was, that vicious voice in your mind again that had seemed to disappear for a while. It was back and as vengeful against you as ever.

Curtis groaned next to you, curling an arm around you, and finished pulling himself through the bit of space left between the two of you, burying his face against your neck. “You are thinking too hard Honey.” He grunted out into your hair. 

“You were asleep, how do you even know what I was thinking?” You said lightly but reached up to stroke a hand along his buzzcut. 

“I could hear it in my sleep, Y/N.” His tone was raspy as he pushed up enough to press you back and he hovered over you, cocking an eyebrow in question. “And today we are about being in the moment.” He dropped to press a kiss to your lips. “It’s Halloween after all, your all-time favorite holiday ever, according to what you told me. We are celebrating.” 

You kissed him back and rolled your eyes at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and stared up at him. “I should be sorry to have woken you up, but I’m not.” He planted a hand near your head and started to nip down your neck, making you tilt back and stare up at the ceiling while giggling as his other hand rubbed at your waist. “So how are we celebrating?” Letting yesterday start to leave your mind and push that vicious voice still trying to taunt you into a locked box. Maybe you didn’t need to question why Curtis was interested in you, just enjoy the fact that he was. 

Curtis muttered against the fluttering pulse point behind your ear. “Right now? I'm celebrating by being in bed with you. I can’t think of anything better than that.” His nose traced the shell of your ear before he nipped at your earlobe. 

“Well what about after that?” You giggled, Curtis distracting you from your earlier thoughts as he pulled up the sleep shirt you were wearing enough to get his hand on your skin, calloused hands gentle and yet pleasurably rough while tracing your curves.

“You think I’m even capable of thinking beyond that?!” Incredulous in his tone, Curtis slotted himself in between your thighs and leaned on his elbows to look down at you. “What do you want to do?” 

You slid your hands against his chest to enjoy the solid feel of him and admire the tattoos while you were thinking. “Mmhh, well probably some breakfast or lunch at this point? Plus we have to clean up the house…” 

“As well as get ready for tonight.” He pointed out and you gave a bit of a shrug. 

“We don’t have to do that Curtis if you don’t want to.” 

“But I do Honey, we decorated the porch all up for the kids and have all that candy to hand out. And by hand out, I mean me eating half of it while we are watching a scary movie.” 

You seemed to lighten up a bit at that, biting on your lip and breaking out in a small grin. “Well okay, but we really need to clean the house first.” 

“Tanya, Ella and Claude kind of did most of it last night before they left. In fact Claude wanted you to send her a message when you were ready.” You wrinkled your nose a bit and Curtis cupped your face, letting his thumb swipe against your cheek. “Or let her wait till Monday when you go in. We’re having fun today.” 

“Yesterday was such a mess.” You groaned out with a sigh. As much as Curtis wanted it to just be a whole new day, it didn't just go away in your mind. His head tilted closer to you, a little frown making the lines on his face brow deepen.

Curtis tilted your head to him, giving a slight shake of his head. “That was yesterday, today is going to be different.” He seemed to study you for a second. “I’m sorry how yesterday ended Y/N. I know I said that no one would find out.” 

You winced a bit recalling hearing his yell all the way from the garage. Your hands slid up his and down his chest a second. Maybe to ease the tension and worry he was carrying with him, but it made you feel better. You knew he didn’t mean to, Curtis always did as he promised, but you know everyone had to hear some of the conversation if you did. “You were really mad at Edgar, weren't you?” 

“Mad, furious, hurt, insulted.” Curtis listed off as his feelings clearly crossed his expression. “He is supposed to be my friend and to hear he said that about my girl.” Curtis let his hand trail along your cheek and cup it to keep you looking at him. “I wanted to wring his neck. I just needed to get him out of my house after that, but I never meant for anyone to hear our conversation. I just lost a little bit of my control then listening to him deny he said anything. He wouldn't even man up to what he did.” 

"They rarely do." Your hands slipped up to circle around his neck, your fingers weaving together to hold onto him. You couldn’t be upset about it, even though you wished it didn’t happen, a part of you was shocked and felt cared for that he had been so adamant about dealing with Edgar, even though you also wished he could have ignored it right then and let you pretend it never happened. “It’s okay Curtis, I’m not mad at you or anything.” 

“Forgiven?” His thumb brushed against your cheek in a gentle caress. 

“Of course Curtis.” You literally melted under his touch, lifting your gaze back up to meet his and giving a relieved little smile as his face eased from concern. “Wanna go get some breakfast?” 

“Mmhh, actually first I really want this, Honey.” He dropped in close and started to draw out kisses from you- first they were a press of lips but then his tongue pressed against yours and his arm gathered around your waist while his hips dropped, grinding into you. Quickly making you mindless at the moment. 

Breakfast officially became lunch as you two didn’t stumble out of the bedroom till around noon. You dressed casually in shorts and the flannel Curtis was wearing from last night, buttoned only at the top and tied at the bottom, Curtis managed to get himself into his sweats and a tank, following you out to the kitchen. You opted to make food first, poking your head into the fridge while Curtis gathered up the recycling bin to get the cans and bottles off the counter.

“What are you in the mood for, Curtis?” You hummed as you dug through the fridge. 

On his way past he tapped your ass with an open palm, making you yelp in surprise and look over your shoulder at him as he headed to the garage. “That looked pretty damn fine to me.” 

“You are absolutely no help!” You shouted after him as you opted to do actual breakfast. Neither of you actually had a hangover, but pancakes was traditional after drinking meal, plus they were easy to do. Sure you had plenty of leftovers from last night, but nothing quite hits like pancakes after some lazy morning sex. 

Curtis dragged the recycling and tossed it into the back of his truck when he glanced out on the street to see Edgar’s car sitting on the curb. He was gonna have to get it moved by tonight, the street would be filled with kids trick or treating and no doubt some who were ready to play a prank. Last thing he needed was the car getting flat tires or an egging while at his place. Although Edgar would totally deserve the hassle. 

Pulling out his cell phone, he ended up calling Grey to see how it all went down after he kicked Edgar out of his house. Grey answered within the first few rings. “Rare to hear from you on a Sunday.” 

“Yeah well I figured I should find out if Edgar ran his damn mouth any further.” He paused in his garage opening, letting the morning air wash over him, feeling the autumn chill breeze through the few clothes he was wearing.

“No, he regretted what he said.” 

“Or that he was caught.” 

Grey was quiet a moment but responded. “Yeah, there is that. No denying it wasn’t his shining moment. But he crashed at my place and he has a hangover from hell right now if that helps any.” 

Curtis just huffed a good in the phone while making his way down the driveway to check that the car was fine. 

“What are you doing with the car?” 

“Bringing it to work tomorrow. I don’t want him around here right now. I might still strangle him.” Grey gave a slight chuckle at Curtis’ tone. “I’m being serious, Grey.” 

“I know man, I know. Trust me, I’m tempted to set Ella on him. She’s scarier than you.” 

“Feel free to.” He muttered as he pulled open the car door. “But I do have to get it off the street, I will pull it in the garage tonight so kids don’t mess with it.” 

“Probably a good idea, I will catch up tomorrow, make sure you two don’t actually kill him.” 

“Yup.” Curtis hung up and slipped into the driver’s seat to start the car and pulled it into the garage. Once he was sure it was all closed up from any pranksters wanting to break in, he made his way back inside to where he found you at his stove, dipping a measuring cup into the batter and drizzling it into a hot frying pan to cook into a nice golden brown. On another burner you had several strips of bacon sizzling. He moved up behind you, circling his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder, inhaling deeply. “Mmhh, smells good Honey.” 

“Bacon always smells good.” 

“I wasn’t talking about bacon. More like you.” He tilted his head to kiss your neck, rubbing his chin against the curve of your neck, making you tilt your head to the side for him while chuckling and letting yourself lean back into his chest. His hands slipped under your shirt and reached up to cup a breast and give a slight squeeze. Still sensitive from where he had spent time licking and nibbling on your nipples earlier that day, you gave a slight gasp, letting your head fall back to his shoulder. 

“Fuck you are distracting.” You muttered out loud, trying to keep an eye on the sizzling food so that it wouldn't burn. He chuckled darkly in between nips and brushes of his lip behind your ear. 

“First I was no help and now I’m distracting. Want me to leave you alone?” His hand shifted to the other breast, doing the same and testing the weight in his palm. A gentle tug made a pull all the way to your core and causing your thighs to press together to contain the sensation. How could he already know how to play you like this? It would have been infuriating if you didn't so love his hands on you. A billow of black smoke escaped the pancake pan, which pulled you out of what Curtis was doing and back to actual cooking. 

“Oh shit! Yes… yes or else I’m gonna burn these pancakes if you keep going.” You squeaked as you pulled the pan off the heat and flipped them out. Curtis pressed one last kiss to your temple, able to feel his smirk as he grabbed the extra burnt pancake from the plate and blowing on it to cook it off, he took a quick bite. 

“Still tastes pretty good Y/N.” He went about finishing picking up around the house while letting you finish in peace. It wasn't too long till you were setting a small dining room table with everything and calling him back. Curtis sauntered back in, with more bottles to toss in the recycling and once he sat down, he didn't give you a chance to slip past him to the other seat but hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you to his thigh. 

His grasp was secure and immediately pulled you fully onto him so you couldn't readjust yourself from putting weight on his lap. You were so tense, waiting for the chair to creek or something. But Curtis rubbed at your waist and felt relaxed underneath you, confident that this was fine. 

“It looks good Honey, thank you.” You couldn't help the pleased smile that flirted across your face and you relaxed as you hugged loosely around his neck for a moment in a loving manner. 

“You're welcome.” You let yourself settle in his lap comfortably while the two of you made your plates how you liked it. Your pancakes got drizzles of syrup across them and Curtis opted for practically drenching them. Sharing bites of bacon between one another, you took tiny bites to drag it out. Curtis was an enthusiastic eater, vocal in how damn good it was and what did he have to do to get this every day? You soaked in the praises, feeling yourself grow lighter with every passing moment you spent in his company. 

Curtis tested it gradually, little praising comments here or there just to see how you would react. At first you were shy with him, trying to brush it off as nothing but your surprised face couldn't lie. You would break into a little smile and wrinkle the tip of your nose when the feeling was a strong one. He found it a good look on you- feeling like you were appreciated. Now he was sure to give it where he could, and after the shitty time the night before, he might have been laying it on a bit thick. 

Pushing his plate away once he finished, he cut into your remaining pancake and held it up to you. “It was so good, I can't cook to save my life.” 

You leaned forward to take your last bite from his fork before pushing your plate away as well. “Not true, I have had plenty of stuff you’ve made. I’m stuffed.” You moved to get up and gather dishes, Curtis right behind you helping. 

“Mmh, but not as good as yours.”

Together you two worked on cleaning up the kitchen and last remnants of the party. By this time it was getting to be later in the afternoon and neither of you was looking to go out. After a quick discussion of how to spend the rest of the day, it was decided that you would work on your lesson plans that you had saved to your laptop after you admitted that you really couldn’t put them off any longer and Curtis assured you that he had plenty to do. You settled with a cup of tea in the living room, spreading everything across the coffee table. Curtis got changed into some warmer clothes to work in his garage. Now and then he would poke his head in to check on you, but you were completely sucked into your project. You would give him an hum in response and your eyes would lift briefly from your screen to give him a smile. 

Every time he poked his head in, studying you, you seemed to be completely engaged in your project, and not focusing on the night before. When he would disappear back into the garage, he would give a sigh of relief that today was going better for you. He just hoped he could keep today special for you.

Couple of hours later he came in, hands and forearms grease streaked with old engine grime and a rag in his hands, wiping as much away as he could. You put your laptop on the table and stretched out your legs. “About done?” You questioned and looked over the couch going from questioning to awe, your jaw dropping slightly. You had not expected that a dirty Curtis would be such a turn-on. Black streaks and a bit of sweat clung to his forehead and the tops of his cheeks were ruddy red from the chill in the garage, the hanes sweatshirt he wore was old and stained, and the sleeves were rolled up muscled forearms. His hands were failing to actually wipe away the grease streaked across them. Old black jeans were clad over thick powerful thighs and ended with boots scuffed with use which he was pulling off at the door leading into the garage.  All together it made you extremely turned on.

“For tonight, I don't feel like turning on the lights in there to continue working and I wanna clean up before we settle in for the rest of the evening. I will go light up the porch and pumpkins soon.” He remarked as he started down the hallway towards the living room where you were set up. “What about you, Pretty Girl?” So smoothly he dropped that comment to see your reaction. “You got more you wanna do tonight?” Coming up to where you were, you crooked a finger at him so he leaned over the back of the couch closer to you. 

You grasped his chain hanging loose and pulled him in closer to give a hungry kiss. You caught him by surprise at first, his hand bracing against the cushion and half falling over the back into you, but he soon gained control, his tongue stroking against the roof of your mouth and groaning heatedly into it. When you pull away, your pupils are blown and lips are kiss swollen. 

“Uh- almost done Curtis.” You move up to a kneel on the cushions, playing with the chain still in your hold, Curtis can't hide the amused grin on his face, brushing his knuckles along your cheek. 

“I'm all about continuing this…” He drew you into another kiss, making you slide your hands against his firm chest and rational thought really flew out the window for a few minutes. 

You were the one to ease back, blinking at him while you put your palm at the center of his chest. “... continuing this tonight. Kids will be knocking at the door any minute.” You finished with some regret.

Curtis eyed you like he was about to challenge it, but relented with a wink. “Till later Honey, you wanna order us a pizza? My wallet is on my dresser.” 

Giving a nod, he went to shower and you turned around to sit back into the couch, taking a deep inhale. “Fuck me.” You muttered, still processing the way Curtis’s look had hit you. You couldn't remember the last time you had been that turned on. Keeping your hands from dragging him over the couch and riding him had been a real test for you. Glancing back at your laptop, you really weren't going to finish it up, so you started to pack it away and went to order that pizza for delivery. 

Curtis was back out quick enough, sporting his gray sweats and a comfy soft v-neck. Looking for a lighter, he sorted through the kitchen junk drawer while you were gathering up your laptop and putting it away. Sliding your bag to hang with your jacket so you wouldn't forget it in the morning, Curtis followed along behind you and led you towards the porch to help him set it up as it was slowly getting dark. The younger kids were already starting to trick or treating with their parents. 

In the past Curtis’s house was usually dark, a bowl of candy sitting on a chair at the end of his driveway for kids and he would either be working in the garage or at Paulie’s for the night. This year there were several pumpkins on the stairs, including the one he had carved specially for the occasion. All lit up, you were sure to back up off the steps and admire how it all looked. A couple hay bales on the porch sported skeletons you had set up, spider webbing was stretched out around the porch's beams and spooky lights in the windows on each side of the door. He stepped off to join you, an arm going over your shoulders and grinning all proud. “Looks damn good Honey.” 

“It does, people are gonna be surprised, Curtis.” You pulled out your phone to snap a picture of the porch to send to your sister and parents. 

As they were standing there, a couple littles came up the driveway, their parents not far behind. They took one look at Curtis with wide eyes and then at you, the princess immediately lifting her bag with a “twick or tweet.” A ninja hid behind her a moment before getting up some courage. 

“Are you a giant?” 

You hid a smile behind your palm at his question, Curtis scowled a bit in surprise but he squatted down next to the ninja. “Maybe, but I’m a pretty cool giant, so you don’t have to be scared.” 

“I'm not scared. I’m a ninja.” His little chest puffed out and Curtis threw up his hands in a surrender. 

“Ninjas are my weakness. And Princesses” He added when the little girl started to square up a bit. “Why I’m a nice giant.” 

You went to grab the plastic cauldron full of candy off the porch while the kids continued to talk to Curtis. You handed it over to Curtis who offered it to the two children, they quickly picked out what they wanted and then Curtis tossed in a few more, giving a small wave as they now happily returned to their parents. 

Watching as the little family left, you giggled while Curtis straightened back to a stand. “They are not wrong… you are a giant.” Tilting your head back to look up at him. 

“The better to eat you right up my dear.” 

You laughed as he gathered you in his arms and you pulled him back up the porch, the candy bowl held on your hip in a one armed embrace. “That's a big bad wolf.” 

“Mmhh, depends on which mythology you are going by Y/N.” He teased while you two made your way back inside to wait for the next set of kids. “But I can be your big bad wolf if that is what you prefer.” 

You seemed to consider it. “You be the big bad wolf, guess that means I’m little red riding hood.” 

Curtis’s eyes sparked with interest, darkening a bit as a wolfish grin spread. “That is something I can certainly play along with.” 

So far several kids came to collect candy, ballerinas, firefighters, monsters, ghosts and one devil dog that Curtis absolutely couldn't help himself with. He had to pet the dog when it came up on the porch with his kids. You got to witness Curtis really get into the spirit of it, joking with the kids as they picked out the candy and even having brief convos with the parents. Ella even managed to pull up with Sophia in tow. The toddler dressed as a baby chick took one look at the house and squealed excitedly. “Uncle Curtis!” She took off running, a scolding scarecrow Ella followed right behind her, but the little chick ran up the first step, dropping her bag so she could scuttle up faster. 

“Hold on baby chick!” Curtis said alarmed, sure that she would trip over her costume and he scooped up the laughing toddler. 

“Take her, I’m officially giving her to you.” Ella bent down to grab the discarded bag and winked at you. “Y/N and I will drive off into the sunset with our bag of goodies.” Already you were bringing the cauldron of candy down, stuffing handfuls into the bag while Ella sorted through the cauldron, stealing the reeses with a triumphant cheer. 

“That’s nice and all, but I must decline. I’m a better uncle than daddy.” He straightened out Sophia’s costume. “Are you all set to go trick or treating with mommy?” 

“Yeah!” Sophia said enthusiastically. “I say tricks and treats and get candy and going to see grammy and daddy and and and…” She kept going, Curtis listening carefully and nodding. Ella was eating her reeses and smirking to you. 

“And he claims he won’t one day make a great dad, idiot.” She shook her head in disbelief at her cousin and turned back to you. “How was your day today?” She asked kindly, clearly testing to see if you were still upset about yesterday. 

“Embarrassed about yesterday, but good. I have all your bags of chips, do you want them?” 

“Don’t be!” Ella shook her head and turned her attention back to Curtis and Sophia talking. “Edgar was being an asshole, he is like that when he is drunk but there's no excuse for what he said. This time he ran his mouth and hurt people with it. I wish Curtis had roughed him up. Keep the chips, I know where to get more.” 

You were thankfully saved by Curtis bringing Sophia back over from having to answer Ella, the little girl squirming in his arms. “I think she is ready to go trick or treating.” 

“Tricks or treats!” She hollered out and he set her down, she waved at you briefly before she started to head towards the car. 

“Jesus! I gotta go, nice chatting with you.” Ella said as she bolted after Sophia to grab her hand. “Hey kiddo, what did we talk about before? You gotta hold my hand while we go get the goods, okay?” She opened the door and buckled her in. Curtis wrapped an arm around you and together you two said your goodbyes to Ella and Sophia, watching them drive off to hit up the other part of the neighborhood. You two made your way back inside the house to wait for the next set of kids.

By the time the pizza driver was coming up the driveway, you were digging out some bills to hand to him, reaching around Curtis while he was letting the next set of kids dig through your cauldron. Bringing the pizza inside, you were just opening the box to grab a pepperoni when Curtis came in, shifting through the last bit of candy and snagging a reese cup just like Ella had, to unwrap it. “We’re just about out.” He said worried and you shook your head while nibbling on the pepperoni, leaning against the counter’s edge. 

“I bought another bag, it’s in the pantry.” You offered him the last bite of your prize, his teeth purposely catching your finger tip before retreating with the snack. 

“It’s like you’ve done this before.” He teased as he bit half the reeses in his hand and grabbing the new bag, he offered you the last of his candy. 

This time it was your turn to tease, wrapping your lips around his fingers and sucking them clean of the melted chocolate, making him groan at the warm contact. “Maybe a time or two.” 

“Fuck Honey.” He groaned before pressing you against the counter, hands planted on either side of you. “Show me how you do that again.” He leaned in closer to you, crystal blue’s boring down at you heatedly while popping you up to sit on the counters edge. 

You wrapped arms around his neck and pulled yourself closer to lay your lips against his, sure to wrap your tongue around his in the same manner you did his finger all while scratching at the back of his neck to grasp him in closer. It was more heated which made Curtis groan hungrily against you. Your legs wrapped around his waist while he came in closer, pulling you by your hips to the counters edge. Curtis raced a hand up your back to grasp 

the back of your neck, tilting your head and taking some control of the kiss, drawing these needy noises out from you. 

Ding, ding, ding, 

No, not the doorbell you practically screamed when you felt Curtis sigh into your mouth, starting to pull away. 

Trick of Treat, smell my- 

You wrapped your hand into his chain and yanked him back into you for a few seconds, biting playfully at his bottom lip and dragging your tongue over it while finally letting him go. “Better go answer that.” 

Curtis literally growled as his eyes dropped to your swollen lips. “Fucking hell.” He muttered as he tugged at his tightening sweatpants, trying to hide himself better. You giggled and hopped off the counter's edge. 

“I will hand out this bit of candy. You seem to have a -well a really hard problem to deal with.” You brushed past him with the caldron of candy protecting you from him although you made a show of swaying your hips to the door, making him cuss once more behind you. 

“All because of you Honey.” His tone was deep and almost primal sounding, making you chuckle at his dilemma.

Opening the door, you grinned at the group you had before you. “You all look so good!” Holding out the caldron for them to reach in and grab handfuls of candy for their bags. Several more groups came up, just about clearing out the last of your candy supply. Making sure everyone had a chance to get some, you waved goodbye before closing the door. You grabbed one of the fun size milky ways in the bucket and wandered back towards the kitchen to find Curtis gathering napkins, plates and one of your juices while he also grabbed a beer for himself. “Now there really isn't too much candy left.” 

Curtis glanced at an old kitchen clock. “Yeah, people start winding down for the night right about now. Perfect time for us to kick back a bit.” His head nodded towards the living room where he had pulled the couch closer to the tv, making it a bit more intimate, blankets draped over the back of the furniture, curtains drawn to make the room almost movie theater dark except for the glow of the red Netflix screen.

You followed him in, clearing off a spot of the coffee table to accommodate the box. “That is fine by me. Oh, let me grab one thing and we can watch Halloween. I already have it on my queue list.” You skipped off to grab the last of the candy and set it out on the doorstep with a note left on it to have a Happy Halloween. Grabbing Curtis’s jack-o-lantern to bring inside, you made your way in and turned off the porch lights, leaving the glowing pumpkins as the last bit of light for the remaining kids to find the candy by. Carrying your favorite pumpkin Curtis made into the living room, you carefully set it up in view of the both of you. “Now it’s officially Halloween. Candy handed out, pizza ordered, movie queued, decorations lit up and...” You were sure to turn away while Curtis crashed down on the couch.

“And what Y/N?” He questioned as his long gray sweat clad legs stretched on either side of you, you turned around and lowered to your knees between his spread thighs, arching your brow up at him while trying to seductively flash your glow-in-the-dark vampire fangs at him.

“And I’m all dressed up to play Curtis.” 

His eyes widened at you, breaking into an amused grin. “Fuck yes you are.” His hands cupped along your face and drew you to sit up higher on your knees to kiss you, which proved to be hard with the addition of the fake teeth, making you both snort laughing as you two broke apart. “Even if I can’t kiss you, you are.” Pressing his lips against yours. “So. Fucking. Hot.” The fact he couldn’t stop kissing you made your toes curl in anticipation. After last night, you had almost gotten rid of the fake fangs, but now you were mentally thanking the dollar store where you had purchased them a few weeks ago for having them in stock. 

Your hands went flat against his thighs so you could pull yourself in closer and you lowered back again to rest against the back of your calves, wriggling to make yourself comfortable between his thighs. “Christ Honey, you're going to drive me crazy. You are full of surprises.” When you two had talked about what both of you were comfortable with, he mentioned that this was fine with him, but you hadn’t given him head yet. Not that you haven’t thought about it, especially when he wore his gray sweatpants that hid nothing, even now the fabric couldn't hide the bulge in front of your face. 

You leaned over him, nipping at the draw strings hanging in the front off his pants while mouthing at his cock through the fabric, making him arch into your touch with a hiss. Your fingers pushed up his shirt, muttering. “Get it off Curtis.” 

He surged upwards to grab the back of his v neck and pulled it over his head to toss it across the room while you used those plastic teeth on him as more skin started to show. Sinking the fangs into the softness of his belly, you started using your tongue to swirl gently licks against his flesh. You got the pleasure to see red creep up the front of his chest and along the muscles straining on his neck. Trailing the line of hair flowing up his pecs. You trailed teeth along his tensing abs, your fingers dancing along behind your bites that were causing playful pink spots to flush a story across his torso. 

Curtis resisted the urge to touch you, his hands fisted in the couch cushions while watching you from under his lowered lashes as he leaned back into the seat, his eyes hungry. At first he wanted to bury his fingers in your hair and push you where his body wanted you,but this was much better, feeling you build him up, make him ache for more.

Seductress; could it be that there were actually women who could cast spells? Because he would have sworn up and down that is what was happening on this halloween night.

You scraped those teeth against a taunt pink nipple that made him arch in his seat, gripping the back of your head momentarily to keep you right there, repeated flicks of your tongue kept him distracted. Wriggling your fingertips under the band of his sweats, you wrapped your hand around his cock. 

That made Curtis groan, feeling your fingers circle around his girth and ease him out, running a hand up and down his cock while nipping at his chest. You pressed just enough against him that he could imagine how fucking hot it would look if you rubbed him between your tits. 

Curtis’ head was tilted back, letting himself enjoy the sensations your playing brought. One hand was still holding onto his sanity by permanently indenting his couch cushion, the other was now grasping at the back of your head from where he had held you against his chest. You popped the vampire fangs out, running your tongue down to his belly while rubbing your chest against his erection. Curtis couldn't stop the way he rutted against you, now aching to have you swallow his cock and hear those precious gasps as you tried to relax while he fucked himself in your mouth. Your hands still swept up and down his cock, dragging your thumb over the droplets of precum already threatening to dribble. 

The beginning of his downfall, a willing fucked out mess for you. 

Right now he looked more like a coiled predator, dark eyes following the way your lips would press kisses to the tip of his cock, the drag of your tongue a promise of what was to come. It satisfied you seeing the tense way his jaw clenched watching you and a tilt of his head as something snapped in him. His hand tightened at the back of your head and he rumbled out deeply. “Are you going to keep teasing Honey?”

Were you going to keep teasing? It was your plan as you dragged your tongue along the throbbing thick vein from tip to base, burying your nose in the nest of hair and mouthing at his balls. “Maybe… Although…” You moved back to kiss the tip, wrap your lips just around him and start to suck on him. His hand at the back of your head pushed down slightly, which you were more than willing to accommodate more. The taste of his precum mixed with the velvet hardness dominated your mouth but nothing matched the way his sputtering curses made you feel. 

“Fucking christ-” You heard him groan out. “Just like that Honey, god your mouth…” You bobbed your head a bit before the pressure came back. “Just a bit more- yes, fuck yes, just like that. Taking me so good Honey.” You could feel the vein throbbing against your tongue, his tip pushing in your cheek before you adjusted, willing to try and take him all. “Fuck you are going to make me cum right in your mouth Honey.” He choked out as you bobbed more, hollowing your cheeks to really tighten around him. It was when you finally started to attempt to ease him in your throat did you sputter, making him let go of his grip on your head.

“Fuck I’m sorry.” A glance up showed that even though he was still worked up, worry clouded his eyes and you just couldn't have that. Not when you wanted him glassy eyed from you working him over so good. You pulled off his cock, kitten licking the tip while jerking him in your hands. 

“Curtis, this is what I want you to do. I want you to fuck my mouth, hard.” You leaned in against him, nipping on his now taunt belly. “I want you to cum so hard I have difficulty swallowing it all. I want you to use me to feel good.” You could see his hands digging into the couch cushions. “And I don’t want you to worry I can’t take it. Trust me Curtis, I want you to ruin me.” Before he could even answer, you made yourself comfortable with him in your mouth again, bobbing your head to get plenty of saliva coating his thick cock and you hummed around him when you felt his hands cup your face, dragging his thumbs over your cheeks where you made sure he could feel himself. 

It was like you had unlocked a door for Curtis. He was really holding back before but now he took over, his hands bobbing you faster, hitting the back of your throat with a thick tip that you ended up gagging around, spit started foaming at the corner of your mouth. The sheer force made you grab onto his thighs, bracing yourself. “Fuck, first I’m going to ruin your mouth, then your pussy. Fucking made for me Honey.” 

You hummed in encouragement, squeezing your eyes shut as tears did start streaming down, mixing with your drool. Between your thighs you started to ache for friction, anything to help get you off and you had to let go of his thigh in order to bury your fingers between your thighs to rub at your clit. 

“That’s right Pretty Girl, get yourself off.” He panted out, his head falling back, and jaw clenching as you moaned around him, encouraging him to spill, wanting him to spill himself and you could hear him getting closer. 

“Oh fuck- I’m not gonna last, so fucking good.” His movements started staggering, holding you down on his cock longer so your nose was buried in that patch of hair. You tried holding as long as you could, but when you started struggling, he let you pull off to breathe before you were bobbing back on him, determined he was going to come where he wanted. 

A shudder and he gave a sputtering alarm before he was shooting his load down your throat. You did your best but white creamy spend escaped from the seam of your lips, dribbling down your chin, mixing with the drool and tears, he loosened his hold to stroke his hand over your hair. “Fuck Honey, that was…” You ran your tongue on his cock again, swirling the tip and sure to look up at him all spent, letting the mess stay on your face for the moment. In your experience it was always appreciated. Your head laid against his still quivering thigh, smiling up at him with a cock drunk expression. His hands swept down to gather you up, making you yelp in surprise when he pulled you up to straddle his lap like you weighed nothing. “... Get up here Honey.” Large hands cupped your face as he dragged you to him in a messy kiss, not even caring that you were a wreck covered with cum and drool. His tongue slipped against yours, tilting you in closer for a moment till he broke away. “Take your shirt off.” 

You already had it half off, suddenly feeling all hot and bothered as it was tossed away. Curtis’s hands gripped your waist and flung you against the couch, he followed along, squeezing your tits and kissing along your collarbone. You wriggled under Curtis, trying to drag your pants off and his as well while Curtis kissed and licked over your breasts, large hands covering them and squeezing them for more mouthfuls with your hardened nipples. You panted above him, digging your fingers into his upper back, marveling at the power rippling in your hold. A pull of your nipples into his warm mouth had you arching, pants halfway pushed down from both of you and tangling together. Your cunt needed anything right now and you pushed at his shoulder. “Pants.” 

Pupils dilated to make his irises black lifted to acknowledge what you wanted and he kissed you in an urgent manner before pulling away to drag your clothes off. 

“Why did we even bother with these?” He scowled out as he dragged your panties off next and as he fumbled with his own, you pushed up to kneel on the couch, wrapping your fingers in the chain bouncing off his chest and pulled him back to you, having him cover you while you spread your thighs to give him room. His hand planted on the arm of the couch to brace himself over you as you stared up at him. 

“I don’t remember why, just fuck me Curtis.” You pressed your hips up to grind into him. His eyes sparked feeling your wet pussy grinding into him, his hand lowered to rub between your folds, pressing a finger in to stretch you open. You clutched at the back of his neck while lifting yourself enough to tease a pink nipple covered in a dusting of dark hair. The eagle tattoo stretching over his pec was nipped at. This was frantic and needy, a sensation you haven’t experienced in so long that you didn’t want to loose it and let your typical sensible bullshit in assessing everything you were doing take over.  

“Fuck Honey, shit....” He hissed out as you fluttered around his fingers, a gush of your slick escaping his fingers rutting into you. “I don’t have a condom. They are all upstairs in the bedroom.” 

“It’s fine, I don’t need one and I trust you.” You said earnestly, rubbing yourself into him once more with an ache wanting to be filled.

“Okay, okay, good.” He muttered out and grasping his cock, he lined up against your entrance and easily slid into you with a moan escaping from him, you gasped at the same time, burying your face against his shoulder. “Like you were made for me Honey.” 

Curtis swore up and down he could happily stay right here, your velvet walls gripped him so tight he could have come right there and you were so soft and giving underneath him. So much better without the condom, you felt so good squeezing around him, your walls fluttering as he pumped himself into you. 

Your lips were swollen temptations that he couldn't help but taste again. His tongue slid against yours, his hips pumping and your legs curled over his waist instinctively while he fucked you into the couch. Dragging his mouth away from your gasping mouth, Curtis was sure to watch your expressions, a grind of his hips and shifting himself, your eyes rolled back. 

Your toes curled, your fingers dug into the tense muscles of his back. Curtis had managed to pound himself right into your sweet spot and it was the most electrifying pleasure that ever filled you. “Shit.” You curled into his body, Curtis’s hand grasped the back of your thigh, pushing your leg back further. You swore he was splitting you in two and you didn't want it to stop. “Fu-Oh God Curtis, I can’t.” 

“Can't what Honey?” He nipped at your ear, fingers digging into the fleshier part of your thigh and hooking your calf over his shoulder, making you arch your head back, enough so he could drag the rasp of his beard against your neck and down to your bouncing breasts, sucking on them. 

“Can’t take it, I need to cum Cu-” Your voice choked out in a sob. 

“Cream all over my cock Honey, let me feel you sweet girl.” Curtis encouraged and you clutched at him. He dropped himself to rub against your clit, knowing it would be that push you needed. Your yell was strangled as you came, a spiral of pleasure melted you underneath Curtis, his hips still snapping against you when he gathered you in his arms, closing you into his hold and a stuttering thrust made him release in your wanting body, filling you with his spend. You were dazed underneath him, prepared to feel him sink over you but he tightened his arms around you and pulled you both to your sides, clinging to each other to keep from falling off the couch. 

Even though he was softening in you, Curtis made no move to pull himself from you, instead tucking your head under his chin, and his oversized hands curled into the fleshy part of your thigh wrapped around him, the other braced a hand against the center of your back to keep you pressed to his chest. 

You were both sweaty, chest heaving and panting for drags of shared air. Tilting your face into his neck and pressing a kiss against his adams apple, you pushed up slightly. “Happy Halloween Curtis.” 

Tilting his head down, he gave a smirk. “Well now I see why this is your favorite holiday Honey.” He shifted the two of you again, this time sitting up with you straddling his lap, he still somehow managed to keep you on him, even soft he was thick inside of you.

Your arms draped over his shoulder as you sat back a bit, laughing. “I have never had a Halloween like this before Curtis.” 

“How about we make it a regular thing? Ruin each other on the couch.” He teased and you tilted forward to press a kiss to his mouth. 

“I feel like that is something I can get behind.” Your eyes softened affectionately while his hands rested to your waist, giving a slight squeeze. He felt accomplished. Not only were you looking at him all sleepy eyed and sexy with this freshly fucked out look, everything that happened the night before didn’t seem to be plaguing your mind.

Curtis would take it.

[violetlilysunshine]

Plenty of Times

Boyfriend Chris Evans x Female Reader

Requested - Anon: Hey! Is it all right to request for Chris Evans where reader comes in after a girls night and just dotes on him and loves on him and its sickeningly fluffy and he’s like what’s gotten into you? and reader breaks down because one of her friends vented that her husband is abusive and neglectful and she sees how important it is to have a good man in her life 🤍

WC: 1,619

Warnings: Pet names [bubba, babe, honey], talk of a bad relationship [neglectful husband - but not about Chris/reader], mention of phone sex [but it doesn’t happen here]

A/N: I’m so so so so sorry this took so long, I’m working on clearing out my inbox though! 

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You haven't gone out with your friends in so long. You’re all busy with your own stuff - work and relationships, some with kids to care for. So, when the opportunity arises, Chris encourages you to take advantage of it. 

The night was pretty simple, dinner, a couple of glasses of wine, and a few shared desserts before everyone was ready to head home. Most of your friends were not night owls like you by any standard, so when dinner wrapped up early, it was no surprise. At least that meant you got to go home to your man. 

“Bubba?” you called as you walked through the front door.

“In here,” he answered.

You followed his voice to the living room, finding him lounging on the chaise sofa, Dodger soundly asleep next to him. Some movie played on the screen; you hadn’t paid attention to it long enough to know what it was.

You headed to the connected kitchen, dropping your keys and purse on the island, hanging your jacket on the back of one of the barstools, and slipping out of your boots before hurrying back to Chris. 

He paused the movie when he heard you approach him from behind. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your hands splayed across his chest, as you pressed a long kiss to his temple. 

He hummed at the contact, placing one hand over the top of both of yours, before turning his neck to meet your lips with his. 

The kiss was sweet and simple, you could feel him smile against your lips as you lingered longer and longer into it. 

He chuckled when you finally pulled away, a big smile etched across his face and a glimmer in his eyes. 

You unraveled from his neck and stepped around the sofa. Dodger finally perked up when he heard you walking and you greeted him of course. 

“Hey, bub,” you whispered, scratching Dodger’s head for a second before turning to Chris, “can we cuddle?” you asked quietly. 

“Sure, babe, we can always cuddle,” he answered with a small smile, opening the blanket for you. 

You slipped under, resting between his legs with your back on his chest. He wrapped the blanket and his arms around you, splaying his palms over your upper chest and rubbing gently, just as you had done to him. You ran your nails over his arm as light as a feather with one hand, the other rested on top of his clasped hands, tangling your fingers with one set of his as best you could in this position. 

You tugged on his hand, pulling his arm further over your shoulder so you could place kisses on his bicep. 

“How was girl’s night?” he asked, placing a light kiss to the top of your head.

“Fine,” you whispered, squeezing his hands for a second, “was nice to see everyone. They all seemed to need a good vent,” you ended with a breathy chuckle.

You felt his laugh rumble through your body, “don’t they always?” he asked, another kiss being placed on top of your head as he looped his legs around yours.

“Seems like,” you giggled, stroking his calf with your foot. 

“Well I hope it was nice either way,” he said, “I’m glad you got to see them.” 

“Mm, yeah, me too,” you answered quietly.

He slipped one hand from your grasp to grab the remote, causing a whine to leave your lips, disappearing into his skin as you had your lips placed on his bicep again. 

He chuckled at the noise, “want me to start it over?” he nodded, making reference to the movie.

“No, it’s okay,” you whisper, pressing another lingering kiss to his arm. 

“You sure? I’m not that far into it...” 

“I’m sure, I won’t really be paying attention anyway.” 

“Why’s that?” he asked, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Can’t focus with you wrapped around me,” you giggled.

“Mm, yeah, sorry not sorry,” he laughed, playing the movie again.

You giggled, bringing his hand up to your lips to give it a kiss.

He gave his other hand back to you and you entwined your fingers with it as well, giving both of his hands small squeezes every once in a while. 

You placed random kisses on his arms, pulling his hands up every now and again to press kisses to them as well. You didn’t want to do it too often, so you wouldn’t annoy him, but you couldn’t help but give him a few. 

You tilted your head to look up at him, his eyes focused on the movie before he looked down at you. 

“What’s up?” he asked, his voice sounding a little tired. 

“Nothing,” you whispered, passing him a small smile. 

“You’re lying,” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead, “what’s on your mind?” 

You sighed deeply, “have I told you how much I love you?” 

He reached over and paused the movie, quickly tangling his hand with yours again: “all the time,” he smiled. 

“And how great you are?” 

“Plenty of times,” he chuckled. 

“And how thankful I am for you?” 

“More than once,” he answered, a sense of questioning coming into his voice. 

“And how kind and good you are to me?”

“Never in those words, but you deserve it more than anything,” he said, “where’s this coming from?” 

“Jenn was really upset tonight,” you started. 

“And that has to do with me, how?” 

“She was talking about how rough her marriage is. And I know everyone says the first year is the hardest, but he doesn’t prioritize her, and never really has, and if I’m being honest I always thought she could do better; and she feels so disconnected from him and he’s so distant and she’s just not happy,” you rambled, tears pricking at your eyes, “and of course the whole time she was talking I felt so bad for her, but I couldn’t help thinking that I’m so lucky to have a guy like you and that made me feel even worse. Ya know? Like guilty because I was sitting there thinking ‘well at least I’m not in her shoes,’ and, god, you’re so good to me and I appreciate and love you so much. Don’t feel like I tell you that enough, but, you’re the best,” you finished, taking a deep breath. 

“Honey,” Chris soothed, “you have absolutely nothing to feel guilty about, first off. It’s not your fault he treats her like crap, and all you can do is support her with whatever she chooses to do about it. She can leave, or they could go to therapy, or she might just ignore it all together, but the only thing you can and should do is listen to her vent and offer support, or sometimes advice if she asks for it.”

You smile, “I know, but it’s just a shitty situation. Like I wish she wasn’t going through it, because she’s great, and I wish he was as good to her as you are to me.” 

“Well no one’s as good as me,” Chris joked, trying to lift your spirits.

You laughed lightly in response, turning over a little bit and scooting up so you could lay face to face with him. 

“Second,” he continued, “I’m only giving you what you deserve. Wish I could do a lot more sometimes, if I’m honest,” he said almost under his breath as he wrapped his arms around your back.

“Chris, you do more than enough! I should be doing more for you!” 

“Babe, you give me everything I could ever want,” he smiles, “you’re amazing. Wish I could do more, like I wish I wasn’t away from you so much. Don’t like leaving you, ever.”

“You’re the best,” you lean forward, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth, “you do plenty for me even when you’re away.”

“Not nearly enough,” he says, “gotta come up with something new for us.” 

“We’ve done plenty of new things while you’re away.” 

“Yeah? You think?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Hey, without you, I never would’ve tried phone sex,” you giggle, “love trying new things as long as it’s with you. Especially that thing...” 

He lets out a breathy laugh at that, “I love you too,” he says, referring back to your ramble but also your willingness to try anything for and with him.

You giggle, this time pecking his lips, “I don’t deserve you,” you whisper against his mouth. 

“No, you don’t,” he says shortly. 

You pull away from him, not expecting that to come out of his mouth. 

“You deserve better,” he smiles, a glimmer in his eye again.

“You’re so corny!” you laugh loudly, causing Dodger to grumble next to Chris. 

“Sorry, bub,” you laugh at Dodge.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?” Chris suggests.

“What about the movie?” you ask, tipping your head towards the TV.

“Eh, won’t be able to pay attention now anyway, and I’ve lost the flow,” he shrugs. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” you whisper, stroking a few fingers across his cheekbone. 

“‘S alright,” he whispers, “like you better anyway.” 

“Thank you,” you whisper, eyelids heavy as they start to flutter closed for a kiss. 

Chris closes the distance between the two of you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, “I love you,” he whispers into your mouth. 

“I love you too,” you whisper back.

Your lips seal in a gentle kiss, and he brings a hand up to rest on your cheek before pulling back: “you can always make it up to me anyway,” he says, a smile giving away his attempt at being serious.

You laugh at him, “alright, bubba, let’s get you to bed.”

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[twistedmusings]

A/N: Planning to post some finished requests tonight thankfully but I wanted to share something super self indulgent with you guys since I just recently got an Alexa! I'm still kind of in a funk (since classes are STILL not over with) so thank you everyone for your kind words in my inbox q wq For now I only have Riddle and Leona...but if everyone likes it I'll make an effort to finish! I kinda am working on Azul's as we speak >:3 Warnings: Boys missing you terribly, Riddle justifying the breaking of rules and Leona realizing that he is talking to an inanimate object.

The Ramshackle Prefect leaves to go to RSA for a month, following a lead that could get them back home. And while the dorm leaders do miss them terribly, it seems one of them is hiding something.

. .

“AZUL-SHI DO SOMETHING.”

The Octavinelle dorm leader barely listened to his friend's request as he also crowded over Idia’s phone, the other five dorm leaders looking down at the screen as a pair of familiar eyes stared back at them.

“Where is Idia? Can you please hand me back to him?”

Riddle blinked at the sprite on the screen before looking back at Idia with a frown.

“Explain yourself, Shroud.”

Idia whimpered as he hung his head low in shame.

“[Y/N]-san...I mean...the Prefect left to go to RSA for a whole month, right? Crowley said it was to help them find a way back home but apparently there was some trouble there too and...and he brought them to fix it...”

Malleus’s neutral expression changes into something a bit sadder while Kalim lets out what everybody was thinking.

“To take them away so suddenly...I didn’t even get a chance to give them a goodbye party!”

“They’re only away for a month, Kalim.” Vil’s eyes stay on Idia’s phone screen.

“But I’m sure a party would have let them know how much I would miss them!”

Riddle clears his throat, “That still doesn’t explain anything about what I am seeing. Why in the world do you have something that looks like...that looks so much like them on your phone!”

Idia was sure this was hell. Of all the people to catch him using his phone during a dorm leader meeting, why did it have to be Riddle? What was he even supposed to answer to that question! That he missed talking to [Y/N]-san about the new animes that were releasing this week that he had purposefully made an AI from data Ortho had collected on them and their mannerisms?

He would rather die!

“I--I was testing a new AI! Just...for schedules and stuff like that! And I didn’t have anything else to base it on so I just took [Y/N]-san’s information and made a prototype! It’s not just going to go out to the public like that! They can customize it however they like--!”

Azul hums as he taps the screen, the sprite giggling as he touches their cheek before looking up at all of them expectantly.

“...A prototype, huh.” he smiles and leans back while taking his phone out, “Everybody stop crowding around him, we might as well be breaking his arm slowly at this point.”

The rest of the dorm leader's move back with only some protest, Idia’s eyes shining as he looks up at his other friend.

“Azul-shi…”

The dorm leader of Octavinelle grins, “If it’s a prototype then that means it needs users, correct? More people to test it out?”

“Eh?”

Azul puts his phone in front of Idia and smiles at him like he was just about to close a rather important business transaction.

“Well then I want the prototype as well. Download it to my phone, will you?”

“Eh?!”

Idia presses his phone to his chest as if Azul was about to take it, looking around nervously as the other dorm leaders take their phones out and set it in front of him.

“If it’s an application for scheduling then I could use it to keep Heartslabyul’s matters in check. I’ll take one too.”

“Ruggie is gonna be busy during exams...this thing better work as an alarm.”

“Surely this would help me keep track of my schedule for both the Monstro Lounge and school. I’ll take one with a statistics program built in, Idia”

“Oh!! I want mine to be able to sing! And can I also get them in Scarabia’s dorm uniform? I want to see what [Y/N]-san would look like!’

“I’ll take that as well. I also want a photo re-touch feature as well as one hour updates as to what is going on in my Magicam account.”

Each phone was placed in front of him as Idia felt his head start to spin. He just wanted to keep this thing a secret only for himself! He wasn’t even planning to release it, it was all just a lie so they wouldn’t know his greatest shame!

A shadow was casted over him, Idia looking up slowly as Malleus smiled and placed his phone down.

“I am eager to see your finished product, Shroud.”

The tarts in front of him looked absolutely delicious.

Trey had really outdone himself this time. The strawberries were cut into perfectly neat shapes and the glaze over them made them so mouth wateringly shiny that he could practically taste the sweet treat without even having to taste it!

Which only made his want of one grow even more.

“And here comes the next batch.” Trey smiles as he puts down another plate in front of him, Riddle’s eyes now staring at that plate while his vice dorm leader cleans himself up.

“When did you say the Unbirthday party was going to be today?”

“A-At three o’clock sharp.”

Trey nods as he looks at the clock in the kitchen.

“Perfect. I promised to meet Jade to get some herbs he has been growing as well as letting him teach me how to make this one soup they had in the Monstro Lounge about a week ago.”

He grabs his phone and heads out, leaving Riddle with a quick goodbye and a promise that he would make it back as quick as possible.

Leaving him all alone with two plates filled with his favourite treat.

The dorm leader looks around once...then twice...checking if anybody was coming into the kitchen before going back to stare at the plates.

It wasn’t like he was going to grab one

The Unbirthday party today would be using pastries that Trey had made yesterday. It was the third of the month so the rules required a completely different pastry. The strawberry tarts were most likely for tomorrow.

So Riddle could wait. He was the Heartslabyul dorm leader after all so not only could he wait but he was required to wait! As the dorm leader he was to set an example and he couldn’t let himself be seduced so easily by just two plates of such yummy looking tarts--!

He quickly takes his phone out and looks down at the screen, face flushing as he tries to remember how Idia told him to open up the new app.

“[Y/N]-san…?”

A face peeks out from the corner of his phone, smiling as it recognizes his face and steps out while giving him a polite bow.

“Good morning, Riddle-san! What can I help you with?”

He can’t help a small rush of excitement at seeing the Prefect’s face after not seeing them for two weeks. Riddle would make an effort to stop and talk to them whenever they made their way to Heartslabyul that not seeing them for so long had almost thrown him off his schedule.

And...he missed the conversations he had with them.

As the dorm leader and a student in NRC he didn’t necessarily have time to go to any other events or take part in any of the shenanigans others would get up to, not that he necessarily wanted to, but it was entertaining when the Prefect talked about it with him.

It felt like they were letting him into their world.

So maybe this substitute would suffice...it was a scheduling app after all so it wasn’t like he was using it for pleasure only.

“Would you please repeat rule 56 of the Queen’s handbook?”

The AI clears their throat as a book animation appears before them.

“Rule number 56: On the third of April, black tea should be served along with pineapple tarts. Followed by a game of cards in which the loser must pour the Queen tea for the rest of the Unbirthday party.”

Riddle sighs as he looks back at the plate of tarts.

“...I guess I’ll wait until tomorrow…”

“Wait until what?”

He looks down at the AI, the sprite blinking in confusion as it waits for an answer. Idia had mentioned adding a conversational feature…

“There is no rule about what to eat tomorrow so I decided that we would have strawberry tarts.”

“Are those your favourite?”

Riddle nods and steps out of the kitchen, making his way to his room as he stared back at the open door.

“They are. Ever since I was little. I couldn’t have many because of--”

He decides to not go deep into the subject.

“I’m sure Trey’s pineapple tarts will be excellent. I will just have to wait until tomorrow to enjoy the strawberry ones.”

The AI hums before the book animation pops up again, looking down and flipping a couple of pages before speaking up.

“Riddle-san. While it does say that black tea should be served with pineapple tarts...it does state that it should be done for the Unbirthday party and the Unbirthday party only.”

He frowns, “Your point?”

“I am sure no rule would be broken if only the Queen has a tea party before the Unbirthday party. From what I am seeing here--”

They flip a couple more pages.

“There is no rule about a tea party of one enjoying a strawberry tart.”

Riddle blinks before looking down at his phone, the sprite smiling as they shut the small book and lets it disappear with a ‘poof.’

No rule would be broken...if it was only a tea part of one?

He looks down at the AI when he hears them giggle.

“Riddle-san looks really happy.”

A blush covers his face at being called out on how big his smile probably was.

“Did I help in any way?”

The dorm leader takes a deep breath before smiling as he looks down at the phone and presses his fingertip on top of their head, rubbing it back and forth as if they were petting them. Something he knew he could never really do with them in real life lest he was looking to get odd looks.

“More than enough. Would you like to accompany me during this tea party?”

“Yes please!”

Riddle nods before looking around once more and clearing his throat.

“And...would you refer to me as ‘dorm leader’ from now on?”

The sprite nods as they give him a polite bow.

“Yes, dorm leader!”

He would need to send his report of the app as quickly as possible, Idia had really outdone himself this time...maybe he could ask if he could get them dressed up in the Heartslabyul uniform?

Riddle still wished you would hurry back.

“Leona-san! Please wake up!”

The blankets on the bed wriggled a bit as the phone was tousled over from one side of the bed to the other, the sprite inside frowning as they tried again.

“Leona-san! Please wake up! Ruggie-san texted you!”

A hand comes out of the blankets before holding the phone up.

“Read the text out loud then.”

Sighing, the AI pulls the text up and reads out loud.

“Please be awake by the time I get there, Leona. I need to make sure I get your signature on these papers for the dorm budget. If you don’t I’ll hold your lunch captive!”

Leona’s face finally pops up from under the blanket, the man sitting up and running a hand through his hair as he speaks up again.

‘Oi. What time is it?”

“It is 3:14 in the afternoon, Leona-san.”

“And when did Ruggie send the text?”

“At 3:00 o'clock.”

He groans and lays back down, the pillows flying about as he holds the phone to his face and smiling when he sees the sprite looking down at him worriedly.

“You really do look like them…” Leona whispers before tapping the screen so that he is poking the sprite’s cheek, “What is that face for?”

“I’m just worried for you, Leona-san. Too much sleep is a symptom of some sicknesses so--”

“Hah? You think I would get sick so easily?” he yawns and stretches, “I’m different from humans. Beastmen need a lot more sleep than regular humans do so...I’m just doing what my body tells me.”

Green eyes watch a notepad appear before the AI as they write down the information, smiling as they close it up and watch it disappear.

“I’ll keep that information in mind so I can serve Leona-san better. Thank you so much.”

Leona blinks at the words before a lazy smile crosses his face.

“Serve me better, huh? Never thought I would hear you say that.”

Usually the herbivore would be frowning and telling him to get up and actually take charge of his dorm and how he didn’t act like any grown up they knew. The sprite, however, tilts their head in confusion before speaking up once again.

“I am yours, after all.”

“Damn right you are.”

He looked at the phone a bit more, the sprite smiling up at him as he poked their cheek or patted their head. A part of him wondered if you would react like that with him as well. You always seemed so annoyed with his antics yet you never failed to come back to talk to him, telling him how he needs to get his act together if he is ever planning to go back to the Afterglow.

Leona would bet money that if he patted your head out of nowhere you would be highly flustered. Getting praise from him was something that didn’t happen often, after all.

“What day is it?”

“The 12th day of April, Leona-san.”

Another two weeks of you being gone. He frowns and closes his eyes as he thinks about you meeting those other students. RSA was just full of idiots...like his brother--

“Dammit.”

He slams the phone down but blinks when he hears a small yelp, turning the phone back around to find the AI looking rather frazzled with their eyes closed and hair all over the place.

“Shit. Are you....okay?”

Great, he was asking an application if it was okay. He could understand why Idia would hide this, right now he felt like he was crazy.

“Y--Yes! It was just unexpected!”

The sprite fixed itself up quickly and smiled back at Leona.

“Are you okay though, Leona-san?”

The dorm leader chuckled and nodded as they set the phone down gently and laid down next to it. At least that part was very much like you, worrying about others before focusing on yourself.

“You’re not going to complain? I almost just threw you.”

Without missing a beat, the AI stands up and looks at him.

“Leona-san is still working hard despite his body telling him to sleep. My program tells me that it would be a natural emotion to feel frustrated if you are not allowed to do something you want. Normal actions of frustration speak of physical manifestations such as kicking, punching or throwing. I was simply calculating it for it to be the latter and for it to happen towards a pillow. I’ll make sure to fix my calculations next time.”

He shakes his head and sets the phone down gently.

“Weird thing. You shouldn’t forgive someone so easily after they wronged you.”

“But you didn’t wrong me, Leona-san. I didn’t feel any pain. I just want to make sure you are feeling your best! You are my number one priority!”

This machine is going to make him go insane, he knows you would never say that but the fact that Idia had gotten your voice down so well that it was almost as if you had just told him he was your number one---

He was already getting a headache.

“Set an alarm for an hour. Ruggie will take around that long anyway.” Leona lays down and wraps the blankets around him.

“Of course. Alarm set for one hour. Would you like to be woken up with a personalized message?”

Leona hummed before grinning.

“Wake me up by calling me ‘King’.”

The sprite fixes its settings before giving a polite bow.

“Yes, my King. Please enjoy your rest.”

After this he would send his report to Shroud and maybe ask for an outfit upgrade. He only needed to show him some Afterglow clothes and the nerd would probably be able to make the AI wear them, right?

Whatever, the moment you came back Leona would make sure that you gave him some headpats for making him wait so long.

[despressolattes]

TEMPERATURE MODERATOR » shoto todoroki

unrequested, but just a little scenario that’s been running through my mind

CHARACTERS: Shoto Todoroki x reader

SUMMARY: in which your ‘good pal ‘todoroki once let you hold onto his left side to warm up after he accidentally freezes you during the USJ attack, and you then consistently proceed to use him as a human temperature moderator.

WARNINGS: fluff

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"Um... hey... Todo... roki...”

You spoke between shivers, standing behind him.

You watched as his shoulders rose in surprise after he finished unfreezing the villains, asking them what their plans for All Might were. Everything had happened so fast from the villains breeching the USJ, to one of them warping the students to different locations, to Todoroki completely freezing the area. You knew he was impressive, but his power was on a whole different level.

“L/N?” his heterochromatic eyes widened when he saw you there, smiling sheepishly as your limbs felt cold. “Why didn’t you get my attention sooner?”

“Oh, y’know, you seemed busy getting information out of those villains,” you replied awkwardly. If you were able to move your arms, you would’ve been scratching your head at this point.

He huffed at your response, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he walked over, placing a hand over the ice entrapping your body. Steam began to flow into the air as he melted the ice away from you.

You fell forward a bit after he was done, and he reached out to help steady you.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

You stood up straight, moving your arms out of his grasp as you nodded vigorously. Your palms went to your bare arms, trying to warm yourself back up.

A guilty look flashed on his face, and he held out his left arm.

“Here, hold onto me,” he said, looking away from you as a slight tint formed on his face, but his poker face remained.

“Pardon?”

“I can keep you warm with my left side,” he mumbled. “Just grab on until you feel better.”

Awkwardly, you let yourself wrap your arms around his torso, and his left arm snaked around your shoulders. You felt yourself slowly warming back up, but was it from embarrassment or from his quirk?

“Let’s go find the teachers and our classmates,” he said.

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To say your friends had a lot to ask about Todoroki’s protective arm around you during the USJ attack was an understatement. He had ran into battle to help All Might, practically carrying you as his arm around your shoulder moved to your waist. His grip had tightened as he ran onto the scene, sure to bring you with him without you toppling over.

Afterwards, the girls all wanted to know what was going on. Toru had told them all about how Todoroki had accidentally frozen you alongside the villains, gushing about how afterwards he was a total prince charming offering to hold you until you were warm. You and Todoroki looked at each other in surprise when she had revealed she had been there. Neither of you had any clue, which meant he could’ve also accidentally froze her.

But as for your friends questions? You didn’t have much to say. It wasn’t like it was anything other than a polite gesture and an apology for freezing you.

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You hadn’t talked to Todoroki much outside of a group setting since the attack on the USJ. 

You forget which of the girls had planned it, or how you got dragged outside of your house, but there you were. You were walking in a small crowd of class 1A students into an ice-skating rink, one of them suggesting to hang out after class got out.

Looking around, you saw Todoroki standing a bit further back from the group, observing the event around them. You wondered how he wasn’t cold, clad in a black turtleneck and a pair of jeans. Then, you remembered: he could probably regulate his body temperature using his left side.

Your classmates tugged on your arm and dragged you to put on ice skates and then onto the rink. You giggled as Ochako and Mina pulled you along with them, and laughed out when you’d fall backwards and land on your butt.

Eventually, you had broken off from the girls, and you saw Todoroki skating around. Of course the boy with an ice quirk was great at ice skating.

To the best of your ability, you skated over to him. The idea of being warm sounded nice, so you found yourself seeing only one logical solution to your problem.

“Todoroki!” you said enthusiastically, going to grab onto his left arm.

He looked startled as you latched yourself to his side.

“Um... what are you doing?” he asked as you wrapped your arms around his left one, using him for warmth and balance.

“It’s cold in here, and your left side is warm,” you responded with an innocent smile.

Todoroki’s cheeks heated up from the close proximity you had to him.

“Should’ve worn a bigger jacket then,” he said.

“You let me get warmed up by you before!”

“I was also the reason you were cold before.”

“Well, why should I be cold when there’s a perfectly hot boy standing right here,” you jokingly muttered.

Your eyes widened as you realized what you had just said, and how it could sound by anyone other than the two of you. He seemed to realize it, too, a hint blush forming on his face.

“T-that’s not what I meant,” you stuttered out, looking down in embarrassment and reflexively tightened your grip on Todoroki’s arm.

He looked away from you, but also didn’t shrug you off. He moved out of the way as Bakugo came racing past, detaching him arm from you to dodge a possible clash. You swear all you saw was a light blond flash as you fell backwards onto your but, grated ice flying into your face.

“Watch it, damn extras!” Bakugo yelled over his shoulders.

Todoroki’s looked down at your with wide eyes, a slight upturn of his lips.

“Here,” he offered you a hand, and you took it. After a moment of silent, he added, “I suppose you can hold onto me since you don’t look like you know how to skate.”

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Todoroki turned into Shoto, and Shoto turned into Sho at the same rate that UA high school turned into UA boarding school, your classmates became your roomates—erm, building mates?—and your paths to being heroes took an abrupt jump off of its steady progression straight into the deep end.

How did you guys even find time to go to the beach? you wondered, sitting underneath an umbrella on a hot day, hearing the sounds of people talking and waves crashing.

“Sho!”

You got up from your spot to run up towards the boadwalk strip of shops, where Todoroki was walking. He was in a pair of jeans, a white shirt, and a blue button up—one of his nicest casual outfits in your opinion.

“Oh, hey, Y/N,” he greeted, and you fell into pace next to him.

You kept on glancing over at him every few seconds, but not saying anything.

The boy eyed you, his grey eye turning to the side of his head to look at you.

“I’m not a human air conditioner, Y/N,” he muttered as he stuck his right hand out for you.

“Hm?” you asked innocently.

“You’re hot, right? That’s why you’re standing so cold to my right side?” he questioned, but it was more of a statement. “Just grab on already.”

You smiled sweetly as wrapped your arms around him, a content smile on your face while he looked away with a tint on his cheeks.

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Of course, there was no way you could just so casually hold onto the Shoto Todoroki without your classmates wondering what was going on between the two of you. 

If you were honest, it had all just been a spur of the moment decision. After the USJ incident, deciding to go to him for warmth was nothing but an impulsive decision. You had half expected him to think you were weird and shrug you off, but he had let you hold onto him at the ice skating rink. And then again at the beach.

So, when the girls had an ‘intervention’ in your bedroom to ask what was going on between you and the Half-n-Half boy, you were positive the answer was nothing, whether they believed it or not.

And now, there was a dormitory movie night. A relaxation day planned by Iida and Momo, and you sat on the couch next to Todoroki. He sat in the middle of the couch with Midoriya and Ochako sitting on the other side of him while you squeezed in between hm and the arm of the couch. You were on his right side, which was nice with the warm tea Momo had made for everyone and the fuzzy blanket you had thrown over yourself and the youngest Todoroki.

As the movie continued, you learned your head against his shoulder.

“Mm,” he grunted softly, shuffling around in his seat to get comfortable.

Eventually. his arm just wrapped around your shoulder, letting your head lay on his chest instead of his boney shoulder. Your cheeks warmed up, but he kept his gaze on the TV.

Ochako and Midoriya were looking between each other and the two of you with smirks on their faces, giddily laughing together.

As you got too cold in his arms, you moved so that your upper body was practically in his lap, attempting to get closer to his left side.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “Stop moving.”

“It’s too cold now,” you mumbled.

He sighed, placing his left hand on top of your head.

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Yet another movie night, and this time, before you could sit down, a hand grabbed your wrist.

“Yeah, not this again,” Todoroki said, and he pulled you down towards him before you could sit next to him.

You landed in his lap, and your cheeks heated up.

“U-uh,” you mumbled as he pulled the blanket around the both of you and let his arms wrap about your waist.

“You move too much during movies,” he stated as if it made sense why you were in his lap. “This way, you don’t need to because you’re against both my hot and cold side.”

“Um... okay...” you said softly.

You leaned against him softly and his chest rested on your shoulder to watch the movie. 

How it was that Shoto Todoroki became your human temperature moderator, you had no idea.

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