#tina m ball

[thechanelmuse]

Y’all wanted more, ya got it 😏.

This is Part 3. For more: Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Bonus

[lovelytsunoda]

goldeneye // pierre gasly (secret agent au!)

summary: she’s high ranking mi-6, and he’s the french intelligence thorn in her side. but to take down international arms dealer christian horner, they may need to work together, or risk losing their target altogether

pairing: pierre gasly x female secret agent! reader

warnings: typical spy movie things (knives, physical violence, espionage, christian horner is the bad guy, fashionable weaponry and gadgets), pierre gets a bad rap for being french. allusions to sex, fake marriage trope , goes from 0 to 100 real fucking fast.

see reflections on the water // m ore than darkness in the depths // see him surface in every shadow // on the wind I feel his breath // goldeneye, I found his weakness // goldeneye, he'll do what I please // goldeneye, no time for sweetness // but a bitter kiss will bring him to his knees

part i: the chateau

the echo of her high heels against the floor was deafening as she strode across the chateau, attempting to ignore the chattering of voices around her.

parties had never been her thing, especially not ones frequented by europes top criminal masterminds.

“no eyes on horner and we’ve been here for an hour.” she muttered quietly, hoping that the earpiece could pick up her voice as she grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter “and my feet fucking hurt in these shoes. why couldn’t you have sent lewis in?”

“because horner knows my face. my op got blown last year.” lewis sighed. “you were still working in the lab, so very few people outside the agency know who you are.”

she wasn’t a field agent, she shouldn’t be there at all. she’d graduated top of her class from cambridge with a degree in mechanical engineering, and she basically kept mi-6 from falling apart. every time an agent credited a gadget with saving their life, there was a ninety percent chance the gadget was one of hers.

but alas, after project silver arrow had gone belly-up, and special agent lewis hamiltons identity was touted to the red bull conglomerate, lead by none other than international arms dealer christian horner, and agent george russell was shot in the shoulder on mission in budapest, she was the only agent left who’s identity was still a secret.

three weeks of training later and she was here in france, wearing stilettos that head heels that doubled as knives, in a billowing green dress that made her stick out like a sore thumb.

it was no secret that horner has a wandering eye, despite being married to one of the biggest pop stars of the mid nineties. after all else had failed, the agency wondered if a honey trap would be the best way to catch the man in the act.

frankly, the thought of getting into bed with him made her feel sick to her stomach.

"turn your head slowly, look at the man in the black suit, three oclock." lewis' voice crackled to life. "he's been watching you all night, and i'm not getting good vibes."

she turned her head, almost gagging on her champagne.

"i said turn your head slowly, kiddo. he's probably harmless, but just in case, i don't want him knowing you're on to him."

catching her eye, the man in the suit took off down a side hallway, abruptly brushing past three waiters in the process and knocking a platter of oysters to the floor.

"that was odd." lewis mused. "i know you'll want to follow him, so just keep a safe distance. do not engage the target."

"what if he's going straight to horner?" she worried, hurrying as much as she could on stiletto heels to follow the mystery man out of teh chateau.

"keep your cool and use the panic button if you have to."

she marched down the hallway, leaving her empty champagne bottle on a tray next to the revolving kitchen door as she balled up her dress skirt, pulling it away from her heels as she made her way down the hall.

she found the man outside, he was leaning against a stone balcony. from underneath the layers of fine italian craftsmanship he was wearing, it would take a fool to miss how broad and built the man was.

"stay away from horner." he spoke with a thick french accent, his voice carrying over the breeze as she walked towards him. "he's dangerous. you don't know what you're getting into."

she raised an eyebrow, settling in next to him against the balustrade, rock warm against her bare hands. "who is it that you think i am?"

"does it matter? a wannabe model, a movie star. the kind of bullshit that clings to fame and fortune, no matter what the cost, and you end up getting taken advantage of along the way. trust me, christian horner would eat you alive." he turned to look at her and she got a glimpse of his sad eyes, the stubble around his jawline. the poof of his brunette hair. "so leave while you still can, mon cher."

“bait him, y/n.” lewis encouraged. “find out what he knows, but do not give yourself away.”

she took a deep breath, sitting on the balustrade and crossing one leg over the other, fingers tapping against the heels of her shoes. “what if I know exactly what I’m getting into? christian horner is a very wealthy, very powerful man. i know about jeddah, and I know about lusail.”

lusail had been the base for project silver arrows. horner had been attempting to sell arms to rebel groups in qatar, and lewis had been attempting to pose as a foreign buyer, hoping to stop the sale. obviously the operation hadn’t gone according to plan.

there was a rustle from the man as he reached into his suit jacket, and she barely had time to think before she was staring down the barrel of a gun.

“who the fuck do you work for? are you one of his?”

“i should be asking who the hell you are.” she growled, yanking the blade right out of her shoe, pointing the sharp-tipped tool at the frenchman

“you first.”

“not a chance in hell. we draw credentials at the same time or not at all.”

the frenchman caught the bait, reaching into his jacket pocket as she reached down the bodice of her dress for her own identification.

“oh fuck me to the moon and back.” she cussed, seeing what was printed on his id card.

pierre gasly, french intelligence

part two: the compromise

they sat in a debriefing room in french intelligence headquarters. everything about the room screamed old money, right down the the heavy wooden roundtable they sat around. y/n was wedged between Lewis and george, staring daggers at pierre as their handler paved the room.

“if this bitch hadn’t followed me out of the chateau, horner would be awaiting trial at The Hague!”

her jaw dropped. “if I hadn’t followed you? if I hadn’t thought you were suspicious, I wouldn’t have had to! we had a plan.”

it wasn’t a plan she had liked, but it was a plan.

“if your agency hadn’t bungled the lusail operation, we e wouldn’t even be here right now!”

“you fucking take that back you baguette fucker!” she shouted, getting to her feet. “we did everything right in lusail!”

that was when it was decided that enough was enough. lewis grabbed for her arm, a silent plea to stop making a scene. george snickered, laughter hidden behind his fist and disguised as a cough as y/n and pierre glared daggers at each other over the table.

pierres eyes cut deep. she felt like he could see into her entire soul, while his own eyes put up such a wall between his face and his own soul. she felt like he could see everything about her, and yet she couldn’t see him at all.

damn those ocean eyes. damn the jolt of something that passed through her body when she fell under his gaze.

“enough!” her handler shouted, finally done pacing the room. peter bonnington glared at the duo, a flash of pure fury crossing his face. “this situation is fucked for all of us. two foreign agencies are t supposed to be working the same target at the same time, so clearly some wires got crossed.”

“no shit.” george laughed. “god, I’ve never been so happy to be on medical leave.”

“shut the fuck up, russell.” she crossed her arms over her chest, flopping down into her rickety wheeled chair.

across the table, pierres handler crossed his own arms over his chest. laurent rossi was a stoic man, tall and refined, but with a penchant for beating around the bush. the faces within mi-6 thought he was a bit of a pompous git.

“we have a solution.” laurent proposed. “our best chance at catching horner and getting him off the streets is to work together.”

pierre gawked. pierre gasly was nobody’s partner. a line wolf, and he had been ever since his partner was killed back on the last op they worked together, bringing down one of horners associates in austria.

and that’s why getting horner was so important.

for charles.

“not on your life.” he snarled at laurent. “I work alone.”

“if you expect me to work well with him, you must be on lsd.”

despite himself, pierre liked her take-no-shit, speak your mind attitude shown by the young british agent. why, he wondered to himself, had she spent so long as a desk agent when she could match wits with the best of the field agents.

“the decision has been made.” bono boomed. “and an arrangement has been made for you both to stay at horners chateau this upcoming weekend.”

“what’s the catch?” pierre questioned. “this sounds too easy.”

laurent chuckled. “ah, this is the part that you both will hate me for.”

“you’ll go in as interested buyers. a married couple, to be specific.”

part three: the ruse

the vintage cadillac trundled down the long country drive to christian horners french estate. the pair were already dressed to match their cover stories: he was in a tasteful linen shirt and khakis, and she was in a silk floral sundress.

she opened a small velvet box in her lap, extracting the diamond earring that acted as an earpiece, connecting her back to lewis and george.

pierre watched through the corner of her eye as she connected the earpiece, radioing in to home base to let them know she was all ears.

“that’s a good idea, hiding the earpiece in the earring. it’s less detectable.” the frenchman hummed

“i know, i designed it. it was originally supposed to be for lewis, since he has so many piercings and it would have blended right in.”

she tapped on the fake diamond to activate the earpiece, sending Pierre a look to remind him that all their conversations would now be recorded onto an mi-6 server.

“you nervous?”

“no.” she lied, fiddling with the brim of her straw hat, a small camera tucked under the band.

but she was nervous. more nervous than she had ever been in her life.

she was about to get up close and personal with the most dangerous man in europe and she was going to lie about who she was. one misphrased question could be the difference between life and death.

“I’m sure you’re going to be fine, and if you get nervous, just let me take the lead. this is how we profiled horner, hes going to use me as the point of contact.” pierre reminded her “which means that you get to do all of the fun sneaking around espionage kinda things.”

the frenchman let his hand drip down towards her leg, thumb gently running along her skin. she reddened under his touch, unable to deny the butterflies in her stomach at the gentle and reassuring way that he touched her.

when they got out of the car, beginning to follow the path up to the chateau while horners handmaidens grabbed their luggage from the car, Pierre’s hand on her back was a comfortable guide, and she couldn’t deny the heat on her skin underneath his touch, hidden by the shadow cast by the wide brim of her hat.

maybe pretending to be pierre gaslys wife wouldn’t be so bad after all.

they walked up the crest of a hill to a large stone patio surrounded by plants, no doubt planted by horners wife. there was nobody around except for a man in a crisp navy button down shirt, hands in the pockets of his slacks as he stared off into the distance, his back towards the agents.

“ah, you must be the wolffs! i saw the two of you coming up to driveway. apologies for how long it is, i like a little bit of privacy.” the figure chuckled, spinning around to face them.

there he was. christian horner, in the flesh.

“let’s get this meeting started then, shall we?”

part four: for queen and country

she stood in the ensuite bathroom, smoothing out the front of her dress as she exhaled, staring at herself in the mirror. she felt pretty, seductive, even, but she didn’t think she could play this part. be this person that the agencies depended on her being.

and maybe there was also a part of her that was worried about looking good for pierre.

maybe this wasn’t a bad thing after all. wasn’t this what espionage was; faking it until you made it? maybe she could enjoy pretending to be someone else for a while. someone who did impulsive things like make out with her coworkers or have sex with men who were very clearly attracted to her.

although, dense as she was, she had missed the signs. lewis and george hadn’t, going on and on over the comms system about how pierre was practically undressing her with his eyes before bono came on call and told them to stop acting like teenagers and observe their surroundings like the agents they were supposed to be.

there was a knock on the bathroom door, and she cleared her throat, shout raspy as she told pierre she’d be out in a second.

she tiptoed out of the bathroom, the chateaus stone floor cold on her feet as she allowed the short dress to dust her thighs, hair just brushing her shoulders.

“you clean up nice, desk agent.” pierre hummed, his eyes tracing over the exposed parts of her body.

“so do you, baguette boy.” her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of the man in front of her, dressed pristinely in his three piece suit, hair fluffed to perfection. the navy suit was stark against the white dress shirt, the first few buttons undone to show off his golden cross necklace.

she cleared her throat, looking away as blush coated her cheeks.

pierre took her manicured hand in his, whispering something in french that made her pussy throb as she but her lip to stop from moaning. he kissed her knuckles gently before turning to face her.

“you know we’re supposed to be newlyweds who can’t keep their hands off each other, right.”

“then don’t. do what you’d do if we were newlyweds.”

pierre inhaled softly, his hands possesivley going to her waist. “oh, mon cher, if we start I won’t be able to stop.”

“good. it sells the cover better.” she hummed, hand shaking as she reached up to caress his face. “fuck me, baguette boy.”

pierre chuckled, leaning down to ghost his lips over hers, laughing even more when she whined at the lack of contact.

“oh, you’ll be calling me something totally different once I get my way with you.”

for queen and country. that was her oath. but kissing pierre gasly, pressed up against a wall with his hand between her legs and his tongue down her throat, she was ready to give up queen and country.

he was like oxygen, and she was coming up from a deep sea dive, tearing his shirt open almost animalistically.

“wait, wait.” she gasped, eyes flying open at the sound of shocked breathing and laughter. “my earpiece is still in.” she tapped on the receiver, a hickey forming in her sweaty skin as he tried to regain her breathing.

“fuck you both!” she shouted, knowing full well that lewis and george could hear her. “I’m taking the receiver out now, thank you very much. and delete the end of that recording.”

“nah, mate.” george laughed. “the bit where you called him baguette boy and then asked him to fuck you was comedic gold!”

“george! I’ll tell bono about the recording of you and those two models in monte carlo two summers ago.”

“right on, I’m deleting the last ten minutes, sound good?”

as she pulled out the earpiece and sealed it in the nightstand drawer, pierre chuckled, pulling his suit jacket and the remains of his shirt off.

“blackmail? I didn’t think you’d stoop that low just to get your rocks off.”

“shut up.” she laughed, pulling him in by the belt loops. “I did him a solid and deleted that recording as soon as I saw it. george is just so much fun to fuck with.”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t speak about other men when I’m about to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk in an hour.” his voice was husky as he spun her around, pressing his cock against her ass.

“then give me a reason to forget georges name.”

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[thebearer]

Wait but Carmy during your period... like you always have it bad so you try to hide from him till you're literally clenching onto the counter cause this man would freak the fuck out

me rn and i think i might be dying. it's so bad i just have to like stop and breathe bc it feels like someone's hammering my intestines.

carmen wouldn't fucking know what to do. he had an older sister so he's aware and knew to avoid sugar during her time of the month... he always avoided his mom so that wasn't hard when she was on hers lol.

but he didn't know how really bad it was until you're helping him and your face just contorts, gripping the counter, eyes shut, taking slow breaths.

"what? what's wrong? what just happened?" carmen's looking at you, trying to see if you burnt yourself or got cut.

"i just need a second." you grit, taking a shaky breath out.

"baby, you're scarin' me, what's-"

"carmen," you said calmly, coolly. "i'm on my period."

"yeah, yeah, i know that." carmen nodded. he did, of course. it's why his balls were aching because you'd been too miserable to have sex, which he respected ofc, he just was suffering selfishly.

"i'm just having a cramp. it'll pass." you sighed slowly.

"they... they hurt that bad?" he didn't mean for it to sound challenging.

your eyes glaring at him. "yeah, carmen, they fucking hurt pretty bad. my body is furious and punishing me for not being pregnant and it's shredding my uterus apart, so yeah- hurts pretty fucking bad." you snap.

carmen's blushing furiously, head to toe just red. especially when tina and marcus snicker in the corner. "'m sorry, alright? i-i didn't mean it like that. i just didn't know they got this bad." carmen whispered. "do you need anything? need me to get you anything? what do you need from me?"

you looked at him, still a hint of a glare. "i just need a minute, carm." you huff, his soft eyes rounding making you flinch. you knew he didn't mean it. of course he didn't like that you were just... dare you say, sensitive and hormonal.

"just... give me a second and i'll help you."

"it's alright, i got it, baby, if you want to-"

"-just give me a second, carm." you repeat, sterner this time. "i'll be alright. it just sucks really bad."

"yeah. seems like it does." carmen snorted lightly. "promise you'll tell me if you need anything?"

"of course, honey." you coo, a complete turn around from before. carmen melted either way, picking up his own knife, going back to chopping the nuts for you to drizzle over the dish.

[chrisbitchtree]

For @grey-sides, whose post about Steve having a waterbed inspired this!

***

For the first few months that they’d been fucking, Billy had been determined to keep his and Steve’s real lives as separate as possible from whatever it was that was going on between them. At first, it had been easy enough. It was only late October when they first hooked up after Tina’s Halloween party, and while it definitely wasn’t warm out, if they turned the heat on in the car, they wouldn’t freeze their balls off.

Things got a little more complicated as they moved into January. Frankly, it was cold as tits outside, and Steve wouldn’t stop grumbling about screwing with only the car’s shitting heating to warm them up when he had a big empty house with heat pumping through the vents for nothing, since there was no one ever there to warm up. Privately, Billy agreed that it made more sense, but he wasn’t about to admit that to Steve.

He knew how these things went. They’d promised not to get feelings involved, but it was a slippery slope from moving things to a bed to having to talk about the fact that there was something real between them, even if they didn’t want to admit it. But eventually, Steve had worn him down, and here they were, at Steve’s house for the first time.

Steve had offered to give him a tour of the house, but there was only one room that Billy was interested in seeing at the moment. They hadn’t even made it up the stairs when Billy had backed Steve against a wall and kissed him, sliding his hands up the other boy’s sweater, seeking out the small patch of chest hair he loved to run his fingers through.

They’d kissed their way up the stairs, leaving a trail of clothes behind them as they went. Billy hoped that Steve’s parents didn’t plan on showing up, lest they find a stranger’s underwear flung over their railing, a leather jacket in a puddle by the door.

By the time they made it to Steve’s room, their lips were red, and kiss swollen, and they were naked as the day they were born. Billy had to admit that it was nice to actually be able to see Steve by something other than the pale light of the moon, to be able to take a moment to admire the moles dotting his skin. He found himself fighting the urge to kiss and lick every single one.

Steve pushed his door open with his foot, and Billy found himself unable to keep the look of glee off his face at the sight before them. “I don’t know what I was expecting, Harrington, but it sure wasn’t this,” Billy said, dragging Steve over to it. “What kind of eighteen-year-old has a waterbed? Are you a fucking pornstar in your spare time?”

“M’ not a pornstar,” Steve grumbled, kicking at Billy’s shin. “I just have parents with money to burn and guilt about the fact that they’re literally never here. Wanna try it out?”

“Hell yeah, I do,” Billy replied, flopping back on it. Just like he’d always imagined, the bed rippled beneath him in an oddly calming way, almost like he was floating along on the ocean waves. He rocked back and forth to keep the motion going, too enthralled to be embarrassed about the fact that he was naked on Steve Harrington’s bed, grinning like a little kid on Christmas morning.

“Enjoying yourself?” Steve asked, flopping down beside him.

“Mhm,” Billy said, nodding. They laid there for a minute, just rocking peacefully, before Steve climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. He leaned down and captured Billy’s lips with his own, gently parting them with his tongue. They rutted against each other, and the bed continued to ripple below them.

“So,” Steve said, pulling back after a few minutes, a soft smile on his lips. “Did you just come here to see my waterbed or…?”

“Or” Billy replied, pulling Steve back down into another kiss. “Definitely or.”

“Ok then,” Steve said, rolling over and pulling open his bedside table drawer, from which he extracted a condom and lube. “Let’s get this show on the road. Turn over.”

Billy did as he was told, getting on all fours, ass in the air. It took him a moment or two to find his balance and stop jiggling around on the bed. Before long, he could hear Steve giggling behind him.

“Having a little trouble there, Hargrove? Do you need a little help?” Billy turned to him with narrowed eyes, silently daring him to continue laughing.

Steve raised his arms in mock surrender, joining Billy on the bed once he looked stable. He took his time prepping Billy, spreading him open and working him thoroughly, using what felt like half a bottle of lube, just the way Billy liked it. He loved the squelch of it, the slick glide.

Once Billy was begging for more, Steve rolled on the condom, lining himself up and pressing in, draping himself over Billy’s back. They tried to get a good rhythm going but couldn’t. Every time Steve would try to thrust into Billy, the water would ripple below them, almost causing them to topple over.

“How do you usually do it?” Billy asked, huffing as he began to lose patience as Steve slipped out of him for the third time.

“I don’t know,” Steve replied from behind him. “I never have. My parents only got me the bed this past fall, just before we started hooking up. I haven’t been seeing anyone else, and you refuse to come over, so it’s just me and my right hand. We don’t usually get too wild when it’s just the two of us. Maybe we can try with you on your back?”

Billy wasn’t exactly comfortable with the idea of Steve being able to look into his eyes while he fucked him, but Billy really wanted to get Steve inside him and keep him there, so he was willing to do whatever that took. He rolled over onto his back, stroking his cock just to have something to do with his hands while he waited for Steve to get back to it.

The other boy got back on top of Billy and lined himself back up, sliding home easily. The bed still jiggled, but it was less noticeable like this, and they felt more stable. Now, instead of being a nuisance, the rocking of the water worked with them, helping them find their rhythm together.

Steve looked down at Billy as they moved together, and Billy had never felt rawer and more exposed in his life than he did not, laid out under Steve Harrington, swaying together with the water below them, the room silent, save for their panting breaths and the slick sounds of the lube. “You look beautiful like this,” Steve blurted, leaning down to kiss Billy’s cheek.

Billy could feel his cheeks heating up at Steve’s words. He ducked his head, unable to meet Steve’s eyes when the brunette was being so open and earnest. He’d been called hot and sexy, but beautiful was something else. It made something twist in his gut and he felt like a hoard of butterflies had been released in his chest.

Steve picked up his pace, stroking Billy’s dick in time with his thrusts, as Billy dug his nails into Steve’s hips, guiding the motion. Before long, Billy was shooting up over Steve’s fist and Steve was filling the condom with a long and drawn-out groan. He collapsed onto Billy, and they lay together for a moment, coming down from their highs.

Eventually though, Steve went to pull out so he could take off the condom and toss it. As he did, he found himself toppling over, almost falling off the bed. Billy found himself to be the one with the giggles this time. Steve swatted Billy’s thigh.

“Not so funny when it’s you, is it, Harrington?” he asked, trying to reign in his laughter.

“Fuck you,” was Steve’s only response as he returned to the bed after tossing the condom in the trash. He laid back down on top of Billy, wrapping his arm around him.

Usually, Billy wasn’t one for cuddles, not liking how vulnerable being so close to someone in that way made him feel, but he was feeling giving for once. He let Steve hold him in his arms as he breathed in the brunette’s shampoo and cologne, and beneath that, his natural scent.

He told himself that he’d be out the door the second they were done, not wanting Steve to get the wrong idea, but he couldn’t help himself. The water felt too good, too calming below him. And a small part of him was willing to recognize that Steve’s embrace helped with the calming too. Maybe this feelings stuff wouldn’t be so bad.

“You know,” Steve said as he ran his hand through Billy’s damp curls. “you’re welcome here any time, Billy. It doesn’t need to be about sex. We can just hang out if you want. Roll around on the bed?”

Billy snorted, even as he felt his heart warming. “I might take you up on that some time, pretty boy.”

[sweetmage]

Happy friday! for dwc, from the flufftober prompts for celestine/sebastian: "But you said"

Hiii!! Happy Friday 💖 Thank you so much for the prompt, I filled it right away :D It's a two-parter, since the first part was just her thinking/talking about Sebastian, not actually engaging with him. So I wrote a second section for that too ^^ @dadrunkwriting

--- Rating: M (for innuendos and implications) Characters: Celestine, Charli (Celestine's cousin), Sebastian Tags: Arranged marriage, family bickering, falling in love, non-Hawke romance, innuendos, love confessions, kissing, implied post "Annexing Kirkwall" war table mission, prince!Sebastian (Anders implied alive and well)

Summary 1: During a visit with her cousin Charli, Celestine is caught staring longingly at Sebastian who she once called a "rat" and vowed to never fall for. Charli isn't having it. Summary 2: Later in the evening, Sebastian joins Celestine on the balcony where she tells him what Charli said about him, leading them to discuss the feelings they'd barely suppressed for one another.

Full fic below the cut!

Celestine leaned over the balcony's marble railing, her eyes upon the sprawling gardens below. She'd perch here often to admire the busy world beyond the castle walls, though she so rarely had the desire to venture out. Since her arrival more than a year prior she'd taken to the solitude she had long wished for. She found it a place where she could be free from the endless chatter of her ladies in waiting and the demands of courtly life. From here she'd watched the seasons cycle, and so too had her life changed with the leaves.

He was not the kind of man she expected when she'd first found herself betrothed to a man with whose name had become synonymous with impulsivity and controversy, his reputation so infamous that other families hesitated to take up the Vael name, even with the promise of the highest nobility. A walking target for assassins, a man so deluded by his divine thirst for vengeance that he'd throw his city against an invisible threat and watch it burn for his cause. A tyrant, a libertine, a zealot, a monster. Those were what the rumors told—what she let herself believe—of him.

How curious it had been to find him a man who spoke softly, who would not lay with her despite their need for an heir, who, however rarely, laughed and smiled with such a warmth that it would make her heart skip. She'd hardly call him one of the Anointed, his reputation was not pulled from thin air, but he was surely incompetent, having never been trained for the throne. And eager had he been to learn under her hard guidance in exchange for an annulment when he was fit to rule alone—his own offering, having regretted the marriage he had forced upon her.

He'd displayed reasonable competence since a full summer ago, yet here she remained by her own will, quite reluctant to part from him.

She could hardly hear her dear cousin's endless animated chatter about Orlesian parties and the latest court gossip, too preoccupied with watching Sebastian mingle with their guests in the gardens. He moved among them with an easy confidence that she admired, a genuine smile that was newfound on his features as of late.

"Rats in the garden have your attention, cousin?" Charli asked, her eyes following the direction of Celestine's gaze.

"Pardon?" She looked up, suddenly remembering that the woman beside her was there.

"Ah, so only when I speak of the vermin do you hear me. You shame me, Tina. You've not heard a word of what I've said."

She felt her cheeks heat and turned her back to the railing, though it did little to ease her desire to continue watching her husband. "I'm sorry, my thoughts were elsewhere. But I was listening no less."

"Perhaps a test is in order, hmm? Tell me, who the Marquise was rumored to have had relations with at the Wintersend ball?"

Celestine's mouth opened in a silent 'o' as her mind went blank.

"So you weren't listening at all! What are you thinking about so intensely? It must be interesting. Perhaps about how you might bed the rat?"

"He isn't a rat," she hissed, a little too quickly and defensively. She hadn't meant to say anything at all, and it came out a reflex, as if someone had pulled the words from her lips.

Charli's eyes widened, though little surprise lay there as though she'd already drawn her own conclusions. "Such a change as I do believe you were the first to utter such a title." She paused, scrutinized, then whispered, "You're fucking him, aren't you?"

"No," she said, and the denial fell heavy from her tongue, though the guilt lay bare on her face. "We've never lain together. And I have no desire to, not with him. Not... in that way."

Charli sighed, shaking her head. "Yet you look well ready to hike up your skirts should he only ask." She clicked her tongue at her, a scolding mother hen. "Oh Tina, Tina. My dear cousin has fallen prey to the wiles of an ill-mannered rodent."

"He is not ill-mannered! I can go when I please and he's not placed a hand upon me. I've more work to do yet with regards to his training, then maybe I'll..."

"Maybe, is it? You defend him far too easily, dear. Have you forgotten that it is he who forced this arrangement upon you? You were so angry, you were ready to flee. What happened?"

She had no answer for her, not one that could be easily put into words. There was no moment, no instant, no time that defined what had changed between them.

"He is trying, Charlotte, give him grace. He has lost all, and is learning to rule under my council. You cannot deny that Starkhaven has grown better under his reign, even in a mere year."

"Only because he parrots your every word to the people. I do not deny his success, but it is your hand guiding his, not his own. His hands are still stained by the blood of the innocents he marched upon and the soldier's lives expended. I do not care how well he speaks or acts, his is not a soul worth redemption. He has the heart of a beast, and I would have you rid of him."

Celestine's face fell so hard she could feel it, so lost upon her words that she could do nothing but shake her head. "You don't know him, Charli, not as I. I am not blinded by love, or by lust, or by the naivete of the young. He has his faults... many, I will not deny, but he is not the villain you would have me think."

Charli's own features twisted in reluctant sympathy. "I suppose some of that may be true... but he is dangerous, Tina. The way you speak of him now, it is like a woman enamored. He could crush your heart and you would forgive him."

"He has not yet done so and has shown me only the stark opposite. I am no fool, Charlotte, I will not allow him the power to break me."

"He may find a knife in his belly should he try. I'm not above a spot of regicide." Her plum tinted lips lifted on one side, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Accept this fact and I may feel slightly better about your questionable arrangements. Tell him as such too, I want to see him quiver."

She rolled her eyes at her, but she found some relief at Charli's bizarre brand of compromise. "I'll see to it. He quivers so prettily. I think you'll be quite satisfied."

Celestine's hopes fulfilled, Charli gagged dramatically, waving her hand in dismissal. "You are a horrible, horrible girl. I knew you were bedding him."

She wasn't, but it wasn't as though the thought had never crossed her mind. "If you insist, cousin." She couldn't stop her laughter, her shoulders shaking from the effort.

--- Part 2 ---

Charlie had left, taking the noise and pomp with her, and Celestine was left alone again with her thoughts. She leaned on the balcony's railing, staring into the distance.

The day was ending and the guests had cleared from the gardens, the sky growing dimmer as the sun sank beyond the horizon. She hadn't even heard him enter, but she could feel him as he stepped up beside her, and she could smell his perfume as the gentle summer breeze blew his scent towards her.

He took his place beside her, leaning forward to rest his elbows upon the stone, their sides nearly touching. She looked up to find his eyes already upon her, a softness in his features that made her heart flutter.

"You look troubled," he spoke in a gentle lilt, his brows furrowed slightly in concern.

"She has a way of wearing me out," she spoke fondly of her cousin. As close as they were, like sisters, they had their fair share of disagreements. "She doesn't like you, thinks you're dangerous. She wants me to leave." The words slipped before she could think better of them and as they hung in the air she wished she could snatch them back, her stomach sinking.

Her eyes roamed his face for any sign of hurt or guarded emotion, but there was none. Instead he turned his gaze from her, a quiet contemplation upon his brow as he stared down at the gardens.

"I won't say that I'm surprised. I'm sure many have voiced the same opinion, and will continue to do so for many years to come. I've given them every reason. I do not expect to earn the respect of those I have wronged or who have witnessed my wrongs. But..." It was only then that his face grew dark, and his gaze turned to her again. "Do you wish to leave?"

She had no words. How could she explain the way he had her heart in a vice grip? How could she voice the feeling that she couldn't tear herself away from him, no matter her past wishes... The longing, the desire? How could she describe the way he looked at her, the way his voice could calm the worst of her storms, the way he'd touched her as if she were something delicate, sacred?

As he watched her, he seemed to grow more troubled with every moment that slipped by without her answer, though he stayed quiet, gave her space to find her thoughts.

"No..." she said, shaking her head. The first she'd admitted it to him. It was always an excuse, a delay, a lie to herself as much as him. She'd had countless opportunities to leave, and had never taken them. Even after his insistence, she'd never agreed outright to an annulment. She'd only asked that he wait until she'd taught him enough to not send the kingdom into ruins. And she'd stayed long past the point that she could use her training as an excuse.

"No?" he whispered, nearly inaudible.

"You are... different than I expected. I don't want to leave you. I haven't in a long time and I could not bear it."

She could feel him shift beside her, the tension easing from his frame, nervous hopefulness just barely restrained by the creases around his eyes. Slowly, his arm reached across her waist, giving her a chance to protest. When she didn't, he pulled her closer, her body against his, his fingers curling gently around her sides.

"Andraste bless me, I have tried to keep myself from you, but I'm a weak, weak man. I can no longer resist you. I want you free, happy, everything that you deserve... but I'd be lying to you if I said I wouldn't be devastated to lose your company. You are proof that there is still beauty and goodness in this world." He drew back to look at her, a conflict raging behind his eyes. "Forgive me, I..."

She shook her head and took his face into her hands. "You've no idea how I feel when you speak to me this way. I have known nothing but life at the end of my family's strings. I've been traded, paraded, and used. And then you... you take me from that life and show me kindness I have never known. You treat me like a person and I'm beginning to feel like one."

Her words had stunned him to silence, sad but adoring eyes taking her in as his head shook slowly.

"Sebastian?"

"The Maker's eyes upon me, I will try my hardest to be worthy of you. I have many sins to atone for, but none would be so great as to hurt you or betray your trust." He bowed his head against her shoulder, his nose brushing the side of her neck as he inhaled her and shivered. "You are precious to me, Celestine. If I am allowed to feel that... to say that to you... I need to know that you understand that I mean it with all of my heart."

Her hands slid from his jaw to the back of his neck, fingers carding through his hair. "I believe you..." she whispered, and he shivered as the warmth of her breath ghosted over his ear. She hardly suppressed a snicker at the accuracy of her predictions about him—he did quiver most prettily indeed.

"Charli said that should you break my heart, she'd kill you," she told him with a roll of her eyes beneath her half-closed lids.

"She asked no less than four servants to tell me as much on her way out," he said, equal amounts of dismayed amusement in his tone.

"She also said I look ready to hike up my skirts should you ask me," she spoke in a low murmur, her lips brushing over his skin. "She isn't always a poor judge of character."

He tensed against her, a soft gasp escaping him. "Maker preserve me..." he whispered and laughed, the words stuttering from him. "I think that's a conversation better had indoors."

"Right, inside... for more conversation, yes?" She teased, pulling away and making her way to the door. She beckoned him in and he followed, a step too quickly to be innocent. She shut the door behind them and took him at once.

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This week's newest fics and chapter updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3!

The Princess and the Carpenter - by SymphonicFantasia; WIP, 10/50, 1.4k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: Magical Melody, Save the Homeland, Hero of Leaf Valley Relationship: Dia/Kurt | Hayato; Characters: Dia, Kurt Summary: They weren't so different from one another although others may not think so. Just because she was a "princess" didn't mean that the carpenter didn't belong with her. It just took a bit of chiseling to see who they really were deep down. And even then, they would only show those halves to one another.

Star Spangled Bandanna - by SymphonicFantasia; WIP, 35/100, 3.5k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: F/M, Gen Fandoms: Save the Homeland, Hero of Leaf Valley, Magical Melody Relationships: Katie/Joe | Shin, Amanda | Tina/Joe | Shin; Characters: Joe, Tina, Katie, Kurt Additional Tags: Character Study, Minor Character Death, Found Family Summary: He was the more outgoing brother. He made a statement that way. Even if the statement was simply saying he liked to fish.

Vol.1: The Egg Thief - by dicelady20; WIP, 19/20, 75k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence; Category: F/M Fandoms: Dragon Ball GT/Z, Friends of Mineral Town Characters: Trunks Briefs, Claire the Farmer Additional Tags: Harvest Moon, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball GT, Romance, Slow Burn, Martial Arts, Cussing, Crossover, Healing, city vibes, dark scenes, POV Multiple, POV Third Person Limited, Mild Gore, Supernatural Elements, First Meetings, story of seasons, Alternative Perspective, Don't copy to another website, Don't Have to Know Canon, To Be Continued Summary: Claire and Trunks are from two different worlds, both literally and metaphorically. Dragons, fairies, and nightmares (oh my!)? As their two worlds collide, what could possibly go wrong?

The Scientist and his Farmer - by Daryls_Favourite; WIP, 9/?, 9.7k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Daryl/reader; Characters: Daryl, Rock, Muffy | Molly, Marlin | Matthew, Forgotten valley villagers, Reader Summary: You have been living in forgotten valley for a little under a year. Winter is underway and you need to keep your farm afloat whilst also trying to court a suitable spouse.

Only In My Imagination - by Perversions; Complete, 1/1, 2.4k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M Fandoms: Pioneers of Olive Town Relationships: Clemens/Eiji; Characters: Clemens, Male Farmer Additional Tags: **NOTE: Some tags have been removed to remain Safe For Tumblr. Please see AO3 for full tag list** Imagination, Fantasy Sex, Unrequited Love, Unrequited Crush, Sex Toys, Eiji's got it bad, there's not enough fics for this fandom is there, Overstimulation, Dirty Talk, Clothed Sex, Naked Male Clothed Male, Making Love

Here You Come Again - by SeasonSuite; WIP, 17/?, 67k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: Trio of Towns Relationships: Female Farmer/Wayne, Minor or Background Relationship(s); Characters: Farmer, Wayne, Frank, Lisette, Ford, Ludus, Trio of Towns ensemble Additional Tags: Crushes, Falling In Love, Love, farming, Fluff, dolly parton references, Friends to Lovers, cowboy aesthetic, idiots to lovers, Day At The Beach, Flowers, Romance, My First Fanfic, Bonding, Feelings, Humor, Slow Build, Did I Mention Fluff, Angst Summary: On the first day of her new life, June meets a handsome, smooth-talking postman. Caught between his seemingly earnest words and his philandering reputation, she writes him off as bad news. Over the year, as June struggles to build her new farm, Wayne proves her wrong—then right—then wrong again. or, Westown's charming postman is known for being perfect, and he's usually happy to play the part. But when a new farmer tries to get to know the real him, Wayne learns that to be loved, he has to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.

Muffy’s Cucumber time - by Thefallen1986; Complete, 1/1, <1k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandoms: A Wonderful Life, HM DS Character: Muffy | Molly Additional Tags: **NOTE: Some tags have been removed to remain Safe for Tumblr. Please see AO3 for full tag list.** Food Kink, Food Sex, Improvised Sex Toys, Sexual Fantasy Summary: Muffy has some fun with the farmers latest crop.

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if you ever wanted to share genderfluid gene headcanons i would like to hear them 👀👀

Oh my gosh thank you 😭

I would absolutely love to share some Genderfluid headcanons about my baby boy!

--I like to think that when he's older and figured out his identity, his pronouns might be He/She/They :3 (idk, I just get that kind of vibe from him).

--This is basically canon already, but he adores dresses, way more than suits. He only ever tolerates wearing men's formal wear. Really, the only time he actually enjoyed wearing one was when he was playing Hans Gruber in Work Hard Or Die Trying, Girl. He definitely believes that dresses make women look more powerful than suits make men look more powerful. And he thinks they have so much more variety. He threw a fit once when Bob and Linda tried to make him wear a suit to a fancy event, and he didn't feel like tolerating masculinity/gender norms that night. So, they compromised, and he wore a fancy black shirt with a bowtie on top and a long black skirt. People stared, and most likely made fun in secret, but he was very happy.

--I stole this from your Genderfluid Gene fic, but whenever he's feeling dysphoric, Tina and Louise like to tell him he's a secret agent and has to go undercover and pretend to be a boy. It sounds silly, but it really helps him.

--This is honestly kind of ridiculous and silly, but I like to think that one of the earliest memories he had of questioning his gender was when he watched Dora the Explorer when he was really young and he just remembers wanting to be Dora so bad and solving them mysteries 😭 He begged Bob and Linda to let him be Dora that Halloween.

--The way he first figured out the label Genderfluid applied to him was he ended up reading one of Tina's erotic friend fictions that she left on her desk unsupervised one afternoon. She made one of the characters Genderfluid, and the gears just started turning in his brain, and he came to the sudden realization that he felt Genderfluid himself.

--His ultimate dream is to be cast in a female role for a musical. One of his dream roles is Audrey in Little Shop of Horrors. Another one is, of course, Anna of Cleves in Six.

--Whenever he feels Nonbinary, he likes to joke around and say that restrooms are a scam. But no matter what, he absolutely does not enjoy the men's restroom. He always says it's a warzone in there. He's probably never used a urinal in his life, and doesn't plan to. He enjoys stall privacy.

--He's definitely going to want to wear a wedding dress if/when he gets married, and he will look incredible that day. He also always begs to be a bridesmaid/maid of honor whenever he gets invited to someone else's wedding.

--One of the only traditionally masculine things he enjoys is maybe baseball if you could even call that traditionally masculine. He hates playing catch with the ball itself (we all know how playing catch with Bob went) but he really enjoys playing the actual game. He can get quite competitive, especially if he's playing with Tina and Louise.

--Another small, silly thing, but he switches things with Louise all of the time. A canon example is when they switched the bowler hat and flapper feather with each other (very adorable moment). Whenever anyone hands Gene a traditional "boy" thing and Louise a traditional "girl" thing, like colored balloons or anything else of the sort, they always swap, because screw gender norms. It always makes them feel very affirmed. After a while, certain people they know began catching on and giving them gifts they'd prefer more, but most of the time people still get it wrong.

--Building on the above headcanon, one time, an ice cream shop worker accidentally gave him bright pink, cotton candy ice cream, and he deemed it the best dessert moment he's ever had. He even convinced the worker to top it with pink M&Ms.

--Another thing I stole from your Genderfluid Gene fic, but he definitely goes to Tammy for fashion advice after she's warmed up to him somewhat. She even agreed to braid a strand of his hair once, and in return, he helped her paint her nails (he picked up the skill by helping Tina do hers on occasion).

--His favorite show when he was really young was Sofia the First, because of that one episode where they challenged gender roles and gender norms.

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A Girl's Best Friend

by atearsarahjane

When she was a little girl, there was nothing Rebecca Welton wanted more than a dog.

She’d lie awake at night imagining chasing a dozen of them around her garden, curling up and reading to them, falling asleep cuddling them. She read every book on dog care, knew over 200 breeds by sight by the time she was 8 plus list the pros and cons of owning each of them, and practised throwing every day at lunchtime much to the bemusement of her classmates who kept a wide berth (only partially to avoid getting hit by a stray ball or arm).

Her parents said no.

Words: 2045, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rebecca Welton, Ted Lasso, Flo "Sassy" Collins, Rupert Mannion, Deborah Welton, Nora (Ted Lasso), Earl Greyhound, Macy Greyhound, Tina Feyhound

Relationships: Ted Lasso/Rebecca Welton, Rebecca Welton and her dogs

Additional Tags: Rebecca Welton aka The Dogmother, Rebecca's life through dogs, Warning: Rupert Mannion, he's only mentioned but still, tenses? what are those

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45355288

[batz]

i wanna write an essay about squidward and him being gay and accidentally made him also autistic in the musical and i wanna post about it but all the words i come up with is screaming....

[iavender-haze]

james potter fic recs

i did a marauders fic recs a few days back, but wanted to make separate character fic recs. 8 fics? also i just copy pasted the fics from my marauders fic for james potter. also i have a sepratate section for the ones which i copy pasted. also i didn’t divide it into genres’ this time.

favs- 👑

[ f i c r e c s ! ]

Innocent distractions by @wrathspoet  👑

word count: (0.7K) (warning: making out)

↳  james distracts you from your plans, and he does it so perfectly at that.

Worth the wait  by @velvetcloxds

word count:1.8k words) (Warning: age gap)

↳ you might be his son's nanny, but you're also his friend and James is tired of telling you about his failed dates when you're the one he wants to be going out with in the first place

Paper Rings (2.5k) by @wrathspoet  👑

word count: 2.5k (warnings: remus got high in this one, drinking, making out)

↳ james’ encounter with you turns a dislike for each other into a friendship. And when feelings progress between it, you’re confused what james actually wants. You didn’t expect him to respond with saying he was in love with you.

Like He Can by @jamespottersmommy

word count:1.2k  warnings: Jealous Jamie, Insecure Jamie, Honestly angsty af, Major self-doubt

↳ james gets jealous and self conscious of all the time the reader spends with sirius

Last Minute Gifts  by  @pregnant-piggy  👑

word count:1.2k warnings: none

↳ It hadn’t been your plan to buy the presents on Christmas Eve. There were a lot of other things you’d rather be doing right now, but for the past days you had been busy with work. So there you stood, in a massive line waiting for checkout.

What’s Happening To Me? by @harrytpotter  👑

word count:5.9K.

James Potter was starting to feel more and more overprotective towards his friend Y/N and considerably annoyed at the blatant flirting she and one of his best friends were displaying publicly and at the thought she might be falling for Sirius. What was happening to him?

You’re Being Mean by @hxlyhead-harpies

Word Count: 1.5k, Warnings: Angst

↳ (Y/n) has always been second to her cousin Lily and James watches (Y/n) get ready to go to the yule ball with someone else

a classic cliche by @akraziia

*american high school au*

word count: 2.5k warnings: swearing, kissing, hot cocky!james

↳ you encounter james potter, the arrogant ass who’s been a pain in your side for years, at a football game lily and the m’s dragged you to. but he seems to be becoming less of a pain than usual--especially with that stupidly handsome smirk of his

what’s love got to do with it?  -> (part two) by @destourtereaux  👑 

↳  based on what’s love got to do with it - tina turner

word count: 1,066 warnings: none?

Dream of Me by @approved-by-dentists

Word count; 4,342 Warnings; FLUFF, p i n i n g, angst, swearing

↳ soulmates share dreams, but what happens when James’ magic interrupts the connection without the reader knowing;  song fic for “Saw You in a Dream” by The Japanese House.

If This Was Love by @selenes-sun

Word Count: 1.3k warnings: angst?

↳ daffodil; a flower symbolizing rebirth or unrequited love

Lover Boy by @iwritesiriusly

word count: 1033 Warnings: she/her pronouns, unrequited feelings, shameless pda, james singing, cheesier that an extra cheese pizza.

↳ It’s just another day for the students of Hogwarts as they witness James Potter declare his undying love for y/n y/l/n

Star-Crossed Lovers by @pad-foots

warnings: slightly angsty but mostly fluff word count: n/a

↳prompts: 15: ‘we’re gonna walk in together’, 16: ‘are you proud of me?’ ‘all the time’ + 17: ‘i happen to think you’re very talented

the ones from my marauders fic recs

crooked ties by @cupids-crystals

↳ Yule Ball blurb; sweet moment between James and the reader before the ball (fluff)

COLLECTOR OF BROKEN THINGS  by @velvetcloxds  👑

↳ After denying her feelings for James, the reader asks him to sneak up to the astronomy tower with her, taking the opportunity to finally be truly vulnerable in front of him.  

MORTAL ENEMIES by @scandalous-chaos

↳ classic enemies to lovers troupe

charming by @mirclealignr  👑

↳ he liked you, fancied you even, so what was he waiting for? hopefully not rejection, he thought…

headcanons

dating james potter by @fictionalwhores

falling for him  by @quindolyn

Dating James Potter Would Include… by @sunny-reys

[sweeterthanthis]

Your Filthy Heart

Part One: ​Something Old, Something New

Your Filthy Heart Masterlist

Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky x 18+!Female Reader

Summary: To this day you couldn’t work out why he’d chosen your mother. They were total opposites, a mismatched couple if ever you saw one. Yet, you watched it play out – thinking, hoping, that he’d never go through with it.

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, MAJOR DADDY KINK/STEPDAD TROPE, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, facial (not the derma kind), slight cum play, a gentle touch of asphyxiation, and Bucky’s filthy (no, really) mouth.

18+.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: My entry for @cockslut-padalecki’s 9k Follower Challenge. Congratulations! I chose the prompts ‘Chains’ by Tina Arena, and Wedding Reception. Hope you like it, Lisa! 💕 Special thanks to @ozarkthedog for the title! Love you!

You’d always wanted to get married. Ever since you were a little girl. Dreamt of the perfect man swooping in and carrying you off into the sunset.

You remembered the afternoons you’d run around the house draped in her old net curtains, a makeshift veil, daydreaming about the day you’d meet your Prince.

The hours you’d spent twirling on the porch, reciting the stereotypical wedding vows like a worn-out prayer.

You had it all mapped out.

At the tender age of 9 years old, you’d pictured him to be tall, dark, and impossibly handsome.

A man with a smile that could break a thousand hearts, eyes as deep and mysterious as the ocean, a gentleman that would sweep you off your feet and make your heart ache in the sweetest way.

You didn’t picture that the very man you’d only dreamt about would land in your lap, in the form of your mothers fiancé.

The day he walked into your house; you knew you were fucked. Your mother had been desperate to find a wealthy man and tie him down. She’d been living off her father all of her life, and now she needed someone new to exploit. And Bucky Barnes had fallen for it — hook, line, and sinker.

To this day you couldn’t work out why he’d chosen your mother. They were total opposites, a mismatched couple if ever you saw one. Yet, you watched it play out – thinking, hoping, that he’d never go through with it.

You’d been able to accept it, the bitter pill that he was balls deep in your mother every night instead of you. You pushed down your attraction, divulged in private moments in your bedroom late at night, touching your cunt to thoughts of his hands all over your body.

And you managed it, for a while. Until that night.

“What’s got you up so late, Kid?”

You huffed, frustrated at the condescending pet name rumbling low in his throat.

He looked fucking edible, as always. Grey sweatpants slung low on his hips, that tantalising trail of dark hair leading beneath the waistband, the dim light of the room accentuating every muscle of his exposed torso.

“Thirsty, and I’m not a kid.”

You gulped the milk from your glass, eyes anywhere but the perfectly chiselled muscles of his back as he bent down to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. You wondered if he ever felt it; the sexual tension that consumed you when you were in his presence.

“I can see that.”

You almost choked on your milk, a droplet escaping the corner of your mouth as you coughed, curiosity getting the better of you as you set the glass down on the countertop.

“What’s that s’posed to mean?”

Bucky’s lips twitched up into a cocky smirk, lifting the water bottle to his lips and sipping from it – never once taking his eyes off your face.

It was only once he’d locked his stare with yours that his eyes began to wander; slowly, down over your cotton covered chest, raking over the curve of your waist, lower and lower. You silently thanked yourself for putting panties on beneath your thin, white nightdress – certain that if you hadn’t, the slick evidence of your arousal would be sliding down the insides of your thighs at that very moment.

“You know what it means—” he started, screwing the cap back on the bottle and putting it down next to your abandoned glass, “pretty little thing like you? Sight for sore eyes, Princess.”

You felt your heart pitter-patter in your chest, your cheeks burning, thighs clenching together just a little at the insinuation that he found you attractive – felt even a touch of what you did when you looked at him.

“I’m—I’m gonna go to bed now. Goodnight, Bucky.”

He reached out to you then, palm gripping your bare bicep, the heat from his body searing into your skin, his warm breath tickling your face.

“I know you feel it too.”

Your eyes wandered to his plump, pink lips, and back up to his intense stare. You’d never noticed how beautiful and captivating his eyes were until that moment, and it made you weak at the knees.

“I don’t—”

You melted when his lips met yours, stubble scratching the sensitive flesh of your cheek as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Glued to the spot, arms limp at your sides, you relaxed your mouth; his tongue slipping into your mouth, the taste of him intoxicating.

His hands gripped your waist, a shudder running down your spine when you felt his fingertips pressing into your soft flesh – his hunger evident as he pulled you flush against his chest with a force that made you stumble, his strong arms holding you up.

A prominent thud echoing through the floorboards above you both had you leaping back from his embrace, your hand flying to your lips, tracing them with your fingers wondering what the fuck had just happened.

You’d stupidly thought that he wouldn’t go through with it – that he’d call the engagement off.

He didn’t.

And his affection towards you didn’t begin and end that night in the kitchen. Subtle touches here and there to begin with; his hand brushing against yours intentionally, the way he looked at you when your mothers back was turned. It drove you crazy.

Moments of madness where you’d get just a little too close for comfort, ripped back to sanity and reality when you came to your senses.

He was to become your Stepdad.

You wondered if it was some kind of sick game if he got his kicks from your bashful reactions to his attention. You found yourself aching for it. Found more and more reasons to creep down to the kitchen at night on the off chance that he might get the hint.

He never did, and you never asked why.

And now, as you rose your champagne flute to toast the Bride and Groom, dread, and disappointment swirling in the pit of your stomach, you forced a smile.

You’d barely looked at him, couldn’t bear the sight of him in that delectable Armani suit, your mother hanging off his arm in custom Vera Wang. It made you sick. The whole affair was so extravagant, exotic flowers adorning the tables, lavish gift bags for all the guests.

It was everything your mother wasn’t, everything you’d dreamt of for yourself those days back in your mothers kitchen as a child – not a care in the world.

You made it through the five-course meal, barely touching your food, instead filling the void with red wine and fake laughter. All things considered; you were doing okay for a girl who’d been thinking about fucking her mother’s fiancé – husband – for the past nine months.

That was until the first dance. You hovered on the side of the dance floor, pretending to take photos on your phone in one hand, a glass of red balancing in the other, swaying back and forth to the beat of the music. You zoned out, eyes fixed on the happy couple, but mind in a distant reality. One where the man that you’d wanted more than you’d ever wanted anybody hadn’t just become your Stepdad.

“Your turn, Princess.”

His voice snatched you from your thoughts, hand outstretched to take your own, his lips curved into a smile. You froze, panic twisting your gut, looking like a doe in the headlights when he reached to take the wine glass from your flimsy grasp.

No sooner than you’d let go did you feel the cool trickle of liquid seep through the front of your dress, crimson soaking into the peach chiffon of your dress, tarnishing the fabric and soaking your breast.

“Shit, sorry.” He hummed, grabbing a napkin from a nearby table and dabbing your chest lightly. The sensation made you weak, the taboo feeling of lust rising in your stomach, warmth flooding the apex of your thighs. “Here, c’mon. I’ll show you where to clean up.”

You caught your mothers eye, but she simply shook her head and laughed, too high off the luxurious surroundings to notice her newlywed Husband pawing at her daughter in front of her oblivious guests.

He took your hand then, pulling you gently through the giddy crowd and away from the romantic festivities. He never looked back, not once as he led you up the huge staircase, your eyes widening when you realised your destination.

The Bridal Suite.

You couldn’t help but shiver as he ushered you through the door, the hand resting on your lower back not lost on you.

You felt uneasy, trapped in a situation that you’d silently begged to find yourself in for all those months; chained to the notion that this was the first time you’d been alone with him since that night.

“Bathrooms through there, sure your Mom’s got something you can borrow.”

You didn’t miss the way his fingertips feathered against the nape of your neck as he steered you in the right direction, your legs heavy while you made your way to the extravagant bathroom.

Unable to look back over your shoulder, a concoction of fear and anticipation bubbling in your chest.

Closing the bathroom door behind you, you tried to stop your hands from shaking but it was fruitless.

You lifted the pretty, peach chiffon dress up over your head — your chest marred slightly by the Merlot.

The stain wasn’t coming out with water and soap, there wasn’t a chance in hell.

So you waited, for what you didn’t know. Too frightened to call out for him, just a baby bunny in the headlights waiting for the big bad wolf to come and eat her up.

You yelped when you heard the door click open, holding the dress to your chest to cover your modesty – his eyes raking over every exposed inch of your flesh.

Hungry. Excited. Desperate.

“You know what they say” he purred, your gaze following his down to the immaculate platinum wedding band, a sickly smirk rising on those plush, pink lips “something old.”

He stepped forward then, the palm of his hand grabbing roughly at your ass.

“Something new.”

Your breasts pressed flush against his sternum, his fingertips brushing lightly against the delicate diamond necklace your mother insisted you wear for the occasion.

“Something borrowed.”

His hand dragging up your hip, the waistband of your lace panties hooked beneath the curl of his index finger.

“Something blue.”

The sensation of soft lace raking down your thighs struck you dumb. Months of secret pining, so many nights longing for the moment he’d finally put his hands on you, had all come to this.

“B-Bucky, what are you—”

“Daddy. That’s what you’re gonna call me from now on, Princess.”

It was sick. Truly abhorrent. But fuck, the rush of electricity between your legs didn’t give a second thought to right and wrong.

Before you knew it, the dress was thrown at your feet, back pressed up against him as he held you tight against his chest. His light stubble scratched against your cheek, leaving behind a delightful burn that you ached to feel between your thighs.

“You walk ‘round that fuckin’ house with this body, and you didn’t think that one day I was gonna break, huh? Look at this, fuckin’ look at it.”

Gripping your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look at your reflection in the beauty mirror. It wasn’t the sight of your bare chest heaving against the cool marble sink that had you awestruck, nor was it your pouted lips glistening with the slick of his saliva.

No, it was none of that.

It was the way his eyes, darkened with lust and hunger, locked with yours – the sardonic smirk etched upon his features, his open mouth breathing against your cheek, the way his chest heaved against your sagging form.

“All fucked up, and cock drunk for Daddy. Haven’t even touched you yet.”

The sound of the forbidden title rasping against your dewy skin had your thighs clenching together, heat throbbing in your core, hips winding against the palm roughly kneading your ass.

“Please, you shouldn’t—”

His palm curling around your throat had you keening, the unspoken ownership seeping from his actions causing you to whimper in need. You didn’t want him to stop, of that he was acutely aware.

“Shouldn’t what, Princess? Shouldn’t do this?”

His free hand dragging up the back of your thigh, fingers dipping between your sodden folds, the pad of this thumb pressing down on your swollen clit. You couldn’t hide it, couldn’t hold in the pathetic whine that fell from your lips.

“God, please just—”

“What is it, huh? Tell me what you want, tell me what you’ve wanted this whole time?” He teased, your cunt pulsing against his slick digits. The hand on your throat tightened as you pushed back against him, desperate for friction, ass rippling against his palm as he brought it down against your supple flesh as a warning.

All coherent thought was long gone, the taboo ramping up your need for him, unable to separate desire from guilt. The sound of his zipper and the blunt crown of his cock slipping through your plump folds had your body quaking.

“Ju-fuck-just fuck me Daddy!”

You couldn’t hold in the desperate wail that bounced off the bathroom tiles, fingernails sliding against black marble, his cock splitting you open in one vicious thrust.

“Fuckin’ Christ, girl. This what I’ve been missin’ this whole time? Tight as fuck.” Your back arched involuntarily, the flesh of your ass bouncing off his hips as he drove himself into your soaked, hot pussy. “Shit, I love it. Can you feel it? Feel it pulling me in? Fuck, you’re so much tighter than your Mom.”

A hysterical sob caught in your throat, the harsh reminder that there you were; in the Bridal Suite, bent over the stylish sink, stuffed full of your new Stepdad.

“C’mon, Princess. Waited so fuckin’ long for this, wanted it to be a moment to remember. Tell me how you wan’ it. Tell Daddy how good it feels.”

Your hair wrapped around his fist, back pulled flush against his chest, one hand still curled around your throat; he stilled.

His gaze once again locking with yours in the mirror, he wound his hips torturously, eyes fluttering closed just for a moment as he relished the feel of your cunt pulsing around his meaty girth.

“Tell me.”

“Fuck me, please fuck me, I wanna feel it.” The words were shameless, tone matching the sheer wantonness of your actions, fingers dancing down your bare belly to meet your sensitive nub. The pressure increasing around your throat, you flexed your muscles around him, the pad of your index finger working tiny ministrations and making your knees weak. “Fuck me good, Daddy. Fuck me hard.”

You couldn’t help but smirk at the way his jaw clenched, the low rumble of a growl in his chest, the open mouthed, filthy kiss he left against your temple — he may have been the one in control of your body, but you were equally as in control of him.

He pulled out then, right to the tip, his teeth nipping at the shell of your ear; dewy from the perspiration of his hot breath.

“Didn’t think it’d be this easy.” One forceful thrust and he was buried to the hilt, crown nudging your cervix to the point of discomfort. “You gonna be Daddy’s good little whore?”

His thrusts were slow, torturous almost – the way he groaned in your ear each time you fluttered around him causing you to whimper in satisfaction. The hand around your throat moved lower, grasping at one of your breasts, your nipple pinched between his fingertips.

“Yes – fuck – yes, Daddy!”

“Good fuckin’ girl. You gonna let Daddy fuck this little pussy whenever he wants? Keep it nice and precious for me? Those college boys can’t fuck you like this, can they?”

The obscene, sloppy sounds as he fucked into you made your toes curl; cheek pressed harder against the mirror with each stroke of his cock against your insides.

“G-god no, just you. Only you.”

Firm hands gripped your waist, spinning you round and lifting you onto the bathroom counter swiftly.

Every inch of you exposed to him, his satisfied gaze fixed on your fucked-out cunt as he slid every inch back inside.

“You gonna let me come into your room late at night? Fuck you into the mattress while Mommy sleeps next door?”

The thought of it should have made you feel physically sick, but his fingers pinching your clit sent your head spinning; willing to do or say anything he asked.

“Please, Daddy.” You breathed, resting your elbows on the marble behind you, knees hooked over his crisp, Armani covered elbows. “Wan’ you to come fuck me every night.”

The sound that came from him was frightening, practically feral. Made your insides churn in the best possible way. Rolling your hips down against him, meeting each stroke of his cock, you watched as he disappeared inside of you – unable to stop yourself from shuddering at the sight of it stretching your little hole.

“Yeah? Fuck. Gonna have to be quiet for me. Not doin’ a very god job of that right now, huh?”

Shock and pleasure hit you tenfold when his palm slapped against your pussy, head thrown back blissfully, words left your mouth that you’d never thought yourself capable of thinking, let alone saying.

“Wanna suck Daddy’s cock, please Daddy. Lemme taste.”

He leant forward then, unable to stop himself from capturing your mouth with his, his tongue licking up into your mouth, teeth biting at your top lip.

“Come for me. Come for me and I’ll let you suck it.”

Flesh slapped against flesh, each insistent thrust of his hips pressing his cock against your g-spot. Two fingers swiped across your clit lazily, back and forth, up and down. Little sparks of pleasure slowly setting your core ablaze.

The way he looked at you had you hurtling over the edge, unable to stop your body from convulsing as euphoria wracked every bone in your body. Your thighs hooked around his waist, you rode it out, babbling nonsense while the aftershocks of bliss prickled in your belly.

“So fuckin’ hot. Fuck, I gotta have that mouth.” His fingers tangled in your hair, he pulled you to your feet; your knees giving out like jelly as you landed on the plush carpet with a thud.

“Open up wide, Princess.” His thumb stroked against the corner of your mouth, coaxing your lips apart. “Be a good girl and stick that pretty tongue out.”

It was immediate – the way your body reacted to his instruction. Tongue flat against your chin, you looked up him through hazy eyes, silently begging him to fuck your mouth.

His eyes never left yours as he slid the tip between your lips, your cheeks hollowing more with every inch. Your palm wrapped around the base of him, you bobbed your head, full of enthusiasm as you slurped around his girth.

“Mouth was made for me. Gonna put those fuckin’ lips around my dick whenever I ask. Gonna be a good girl for me, ain’t that right?”

You choked on your garbled words, saliva dripping from your lips as you worked him with your mouth and your hand simultaneously. His length throbbing against the roof of your mouth, you knew he was close, his balls held firmly in your hand, a gentle tug causing him to utter filthy praise.

“Gonna come on that sweet, sweet face.” The thought of it made you weak, made you want to melt. “That’s it. That’s Daddy’s good girl. Oh—fuck – that’s it. That’s fuckin’ it.”

He yanked your head back then, snatching his cock from your grasp and pumping it furiously. He looked fucking beautiful in the throws of his sick pleasure, that much couldn’t be denied.

The sound of him coming undone was downright sinful; rough moans mixed with soft whimpers. One hand cupped the column of your throat as warmth trickled against your skin, smattering against your tongue and cheeks. Mouth wide open, wanting to catch every last bit and savour the taste, you licked at every pearly drop you could find.  

“Look at that. Daddy’s filthy girl.”

You couldn’t help but smile proudly at his praise, knelt on the bathroom floor of the Bridal Suite covered in his spend. Nothing about it was romantic, not a damn thing.

But fuck, if he didn’t make your heart flutter in your chest. The invisible chain that had pulled you towards him since the day you first met was more present than ever, pulling you closer, winding itself tighter around your chest.

He knelt down then, fingers pressing down onto your tongue, forcing his cum further into your mouth.

The soft kiss he pressed against your forehead threw you, eyes wide as you watched him tuck himself away and straighten his tie in the mirror.

“I just knew this was gonna be a special fuckin’ day.”

A/N: Link to join my Taglist is in my bio! 💕

You can read Beg For Daddy, a continuation of this fic, HERE.

[future-dregs]

About Me

Yo.

I like to obsess over things.

Fictional people in love are very important to me. Doesn’t always have to be romantic; platonic love is the bomb, and found families are my favorite.

But I need the love.

Fandoms/Ships (subject to change and not exhaustive)

Anime/Manga

▪︎ Amachin wa Jishou (none)

▪︎+Anima (none)

▪︎Astro Boy (none)

▪︎Assasination Classroom (none)

▪︎Bakuman (for once? The canon couples.)

▪︎Bleach (Chad/Ichigo, Orihime/Tatsuki, Shunsui/Jushiro)

▪︎BNHA (KiriBaku, Yagi Toshinori/Tsukauchi Naomasa, Inko/Rei, Shinkami, Spinneraki, Miritama, Iida Tensi/Koichi)

▪︎ Chainsaw Man (none)

▪︎Cowboy Bebop. Anime only (none)

▪︎Death Note (none)

▪︎Demon Slayer (Uzui Tengen/Hinatsuru/Makio/Suma)

▪︎Detective Conan/Case Closed (none)

▪︎ Dragon Ball (Bulma/Vegeta)

▪︎ Dr. Ramune Mysterious Disease Specialist (none)

▪︎Excuse Me Dentist, It’s Touching Me! (Yeah if the main guys could get it together and go out with each other that would be greaaat)

▪︎Free! (Rin/Haru/Makoto, Rin/Souske, Haru/Ikuya, Makoto/Kisumi)….I’ve got dirtbrain.

▪︎Fullmetal Alchemist (none)

▪︎Gintama (Gin/Katsura, Hijikata/Sougo)

▪︎ Golden Boy

▪︎Haikyu!! (Asanoya, Tsukkiyama, Queerplatonic Kagehina, Iwaoi, Ukai/Takeda, Kyohaba)

▪︎ Hellsing (Sir Integra/Seras)

▪︎ How To Keep a Mummy

▪︎Hunter x Hunter (Gon/Killua, Leorio/Kurapika)

▪︎Inuyasha (Inuyasha/Kagome, Miroku/Sango)

▪︎ One Piece (Zolu)

▪︎One Punch Man (none)

▪︎ Patalliro! (Banmara)

▪︎Ranma ½ (none)

▪︎Sailor Moon (Sailor Moon/Tuxedo Mask, Sailor Neptune/Sailor Uranus)

▪︎Science Fell In Love, So I Tried To Prove It (Yukimura/Himuro, Ibarada/Kosuke)

▪︎ The Titan’s Bride (Koichi/Caius) of course.

▪︎ Trigun (Vashwood, Meryl/Milly)

▪︎ Uramichi Oniisan (Uramichi/Iketeru) what? They get along. I think it would be cute.

▪︎Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun! (none)

▪︎Yotsuba&! (Kiowai/Jumbo QPR)

▪︎ Yu-gi-oh! (none)

▪︎Yu Yu Hakusho (Yusuke/Hiei/Kurama, Kuwabara/Yukina)

▪︎Zom 100 (none)

▪︎Zombiepowder (none)

Other/Ect.

▪︎ Horror. Movies mostly, slashers especially. (Billy/Stu (Scream))

▪︎Avatar the Last Airbender/Korra (Korra/Asami, Sokka/Suki)

▪︎ The Mandalorian (Dinluke. Romantically and QPR, I'm good with either/or, baby)

▪︎ M*A*S*H

▪︎ Monty Python

▪︎ Legend of Zelda (none)

▪︎ Skyrim/The Elder Scrolls(none)

▪︎Gravity Falls (none)

▪︎Over the Garden Wall (none)

▪︎Kid n’ Teenagers. Comic series created by @z-t00n (none)

▪︎Star Trek TOS (Kirk/Spock, Uhura/Chekhov)

▪︎The Losers (Cougar/Jensen)

▪︎Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency (Dirk/Todd, Tina/Farah)

▪︎The Addams Family - original version (Gomez/Morticia)

▪︎Lord of the Rings/Tolkien (Eowyn/Faramir)

▪︎Norse Mythology

▪︎Bill and Ted movies (none.) Though I have been known to enjoy a good Bill/Ted fic. nomelon on Ao3 has the best, in case you were interested.

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✨I’m Gonna Keep You In Love with Me This is a 5 + 1 imagine of shy and nervous Newt trying to propose to the reader and backing out last minute every time until the reader has finally had enough and takes matters into her own hands. Mostly tooth-rotting fluff with some slightly angsty flashbacks and some blink-and-you-miss-it sibling rivalry. WORDS: 10,700

✨Love Language Newt notices your love for sunflowers during your early years at Hogwarts and he’ll do anything to see you smile. Tooth-rotting fluff and some jealous, pining and protective Newt. WORDS: 5,272

✨A Million Little Battles That I’m Never Gonna Win Newt overhears another student ask you to the Yule Ball after you’ve already agreed to go with him. ANGST and lots of fluff to make up for it. Featuring angsty/hurt!Newt, protective!reader, mild mentions of anxiety and includes little Scamander babies! Credit to anon for the request. WORDS: 6,131

✨Shy Smiles Super short and sweet drabble. The reader has always been the confident and affectionate one in the friendship but once their official relationship is established the tables turn. WORDS: 2,534

✨My Funny Valentine A collection of short moments wherein Newt makes the reader laugh and vice versa. Includes colour blind Newt, exasperated Theseus, a misshap with some Billywigs and a lousy take on the Erumpent dance.  WORDS: 3,324

✨That’s My Shirt A short drabble about Newt getting a little riled up when he sees you wearing his shirt.  WORDS: 1,575 

✨That’s My Jumper  The Part 2 to ‘That’s My Shirt’. You know Newt has a thing for you in his clothes so you decide to pull out the big guns. Enter Theseus who rudely interrupts you two, making a very cranky impatient Newt and unbeknownst to you Theseus sends Newt some inspiration in the form of a book. What happens when you find said book? Lots of flustered and shy Newt in the lead up to S M U T. WORDS: 5,522

✨In My Defence, I Have None You get hurt in battle when you throw yourself in front of Newt to save him. Will he finally tell you how he feels or will he lose you for good? Can he fix what he’s done? Features Angry/scared Newt!  WORDS: 4,138

✨Mornings Short super fluffy drabble about a few of the many different trypes mornings you share with Newt. WORDS: 2,458

✨Drunken Smiles Your boyfriend Newt hasn’t gotten drunk in front of you for years after he embarrassed himself back during your Hogwarts days. He seems to have a strange habit involving you when he drinks a little too much. Features obnoxious older brother Theseus and even some teasing Leta. Also features the bully from ‘Love Language’. WORDS: 3,370

✨Feel The Pull of You You’ve seen in only shades of grey your entire life knowing that meant you had a soulmate out there somewhere. Your Demiguise has been acting up lately and leads you on a wild goose chase through the streets of London where you literally fall into the arms of a handsome stranger. Soulmate AU! WORDS: 1,925

✨ Not That Dress There’s a particular dress of yours that you know always drives your husband mad. You are having far too much fun teasing your husband but what will happen when you push him too far? Featuring shameless flirt!reader and very exasperated Newt on their honey moon. S M U T WORDS: 4,611

✨Empire Line (SERIES) Newt has been in love with you since your second year at Hogwarts. You have been in love with Newt for nearly as long. You’re both ridiculously oblivious and you think he has feelings for Tina. Will Newt set the record straight before he loses you for good?

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Announcing the Winners of the 2019 McGingerbread Hell Competition

Wow! It was another great year for the McGingerbread Hell Gingerbread House Competition! The judges had their work cut out for them selecting between so many fine selections. Congratulations and great job to everyone who submitted an entry in this year’s contest. However, only six houses could make the cut.

Let’s start out with announcing the winners for Honorable Mention.

Honorable Mention: Priced to Sell! by Tina B.

The judges were wowed by the impressive nub, the tumorous turret, and the fantastically mismatched windows.

Quote from the Project Description: A true GEM of a house! 6,738 SF beautifully set on .23 parklike acres. Mediterranian villa in front, stately Federal in the back; it's the mullet of houses!...Entertain in your beautiful backyard featuring a real StoneTek(TM) patio! The heavily pruned weeping cherry tree will be a real showstopper in 30-40 years! The largest roof in the neighborhood has Chex shingle roof in molasses brown. 4 BR / 5.5 BA / $899,000 / Days on market - 923

Honorable Mention: Festive Roofline Soup by Jessica C.

The judges LOVED the complexity of the roofline, the absurd gabling, and the 3 car garage.

Quote from the Project Description: Features include: • Flaked almond shingles covering a roofline so complex that it required trigonometrical expertise from my math teacher father to work out measurements...[and] A low maintenance yard as the house takes up almost the entire block! Now accepting offers; the sellers are motivated as the couple are in the middle of divorce proceedings.

Honorable Mention: Vinyl Vanity by Joseph & Kayla S.

The judges were impressed by the impressive garage to roof ratio, the roof detailings, the candy-cane columns, and excellent lawyer foyer.

Quote from the Project Description: This 2 square foot, two and a half story Craftsmen Tudor Post Classical Revival estate is the luxurious home that your friends and neighbors never wanted...The car is truly the heart of Tudor England, so we put the garage proudly up front, where the yawning chasm of the door greets the outside world with disdain...Be sure to schedule your private tour soon, this edifice is sure to not last long. On the market. If you're curious about the price, you're probably too economically responsible for this property.

And now, our top 3:

Third Place: A Jersey Thing by Nùria O.

Judges were impressed by the size, shape, and meticulous detailing of the project, which is reminiscent of a truly terrible McModern. Anjulie, seeing the size of the huge roof said “this is some sustainable sh*t.” This project captures the true McMansion ethos in truly making us say “what the hell is going on here?”

Project Description: Inspired by a beatiful RealLife™ McMansion™ in Beach Haven, NJ, this year’s featured McGingerbread mansion is a modern 5-bedroom, 16-bathroom home made entirely in construction-grade gingerbread and held together with royal icing made from free-range egg whites. The nonpareil- and sugar-crystal-covered walls provide both isolation from stormy weather and give a vintage air to counterbalance the futuristic lines of the design...On the back of the house, you can walk out to a large deck (perfect for entertainment) boasting a valuable one-piece handrail. From there you can access the beautiful mediterranean garden, set in candy charcoal and stones, environmentally friendly as it’s practically maintenance free. Don’t miss your chance to visit this unique home—feel the sugar rush!

Second Place: Victorian Opulence by Beth & Tina C.

Reigning McGingerbread champs Beth & Tina C. returned to the scene this year with yet another gorgeous gingerbread. Judges were wowed by the complexity and scale of the project. Sarah was impressed by the intricate piping and lots of frilly details, and the homage to the traditional Victorian gingerbread form. Anjulie described it as “unbearably neat” - she loved the uncantilevered bay window, the detached garage that makes entryway irrelevant, and the hilarious-front balcoiny with half-wall (not code compliant). Kate was impressed by the detailing and the extensive cantilevers which too serious structural engineering to pull off.

Project description: New from the creators that brought you a true monstrosity last year: The Victorian Opulence! Featuring a lovely wrap around porch, adorable detached garage, and a truly magnificent waterfall in the backyard, this monolith of a house features thee decks overlooking somewhat patchy but still rescueable landscaping. Other features include an outdoor patio, a tower for all your princess capturing needs, and a truly cursed facade featuring a curved roof of all things! With several nubbins featuring windows, there is no angle on this house you can't see out of! Standing at nearly 2 feet tall and with an approximate total floor area of 550 square inches-excluding outdoor seating area-this Victorian style home will surely be the envy of all the gingerbread men in your country club. (Snow removal not included as part of HOA membership fees.)

And finally...

First Prize: Simply Having a Wonderful Building Crime by Erin E.

The judges all agreed: this house was outrageous - its execution was fantastic, and its design was full of so many delightful, humorous details. Sarah remarked: “This one is perfectly McMasion-scaled, with weirdly placed windows and gratuitous features to boot.” Anjulie couldn’t sing the praises enough: “I was particularly taken with the garage that is so far detached it makes the front door totally irrelevant...it's a castle of grand sadness. The Pete Buttigieg sign is the literal icing on top.” Kate loved the details: the Pete sign, the ridiculously diverse selection of windows, the piped on invasive plants and basketball hoop, and the glass and siding effects. Part of the competition lies in its absurdity and humor, and in that particular category, this house took the cake.

Project description: This home Defies the Ordinary. Located on a 2.3 acre lot, you'll be the envy of all your neighbors--and can watch from the top of the turret to be sure they're suitably jealous! Enjoy sitting al fresco under the portico above the garage, or on the hand-laid M&M stone patio! The two-story entryway accounts for just a few of the more than 60 sugar glass windows! All of the walls join up exactly where the architect expected them to, and no windows were covered up on accident!!!

Constructed over two weeks, out of ten pounds of flour, four pounds of powdered sugar, and more than half a gallon of corn syrup, this modest four-story house will surely stand the test of time. It’s been meticulously decorated with royal icing vines, wreaths, and Christmas lights, and landscaped with gingerbread boulders, definitely-naturally-this-green icing grass, and coconut macaroon topiary. The roof stands at 17 inches high, and is crafted from waffle cookie shingles over gingerbread rafters. For sale for just $1,895,000, this house is just perfect for new families or young professionals just starting out!

Special thanks to everyone who entered this year and to our judges Sarah Archer and Anjulie Rao for their contributions in pulling off yet another successful entry our search for the Gingerbread McMansion Hall of Fame!

See you next week with this month’s 1970 McMansion.

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