#I'm so proud of the seal at the bottom

[igncrxntripley]

Can you pleeeease do smth w secret weapon helping Rhea celebrate?

and new...

a/n: if y'all thought i was missing this opportunity YOU'RE WRONG!! HOF coming tomorrow bc i'm so sleepy

mentions: NSFW 18+, some alcohol consumption, kissing, grinding, multiple partners, oral (receiving and giving), mentions of 'clit', touching, fingering, poly!judgement day, fem!reader, bottom!rhea, top!dominik/finn/damian, switch!reader

taglist: @babybatlover @ripleyswhore @auburnwrites

Wrestlemania weekend.

The night that every professional wrestler dreamed of experiencing. The night that changed lives forever, for the best or for the worst. Nothing held a candle to what an entertainer experienced on the most magical night in the industry.

This year was no different; almost everyone in The Judgement Day had something lined up for the whole Wrestlemania weekend, and they were career-defining matches. Matches that tested relationships and legacies were the main theme in Hollywood, and Y/N had a front row seat to all of it.

The night wasn't off to the best start, as Dominik's match against his father did not have the outcome the group was hoping for. Y/N, Damian, and Finn had each gotten involved at one point and it still wasn't enough, but it wasn't the end of that story. But they couldn't stay down in the dumps for long, because it was Rhea's turn next.

A night that Rhea had been working towards for weeks, months, years...and she got to do it with four of her best friends by her side. The four people she loved and cherished more than anything else in the world aside from her career; she was the luckiest person in the world, and they rang through her head from the minute she walked out onto the stage until the match ended.

Rhea made each of her partners promise they would stay away. While normally she was okay with them getting involved or doing whatever she needed to do to win, she had to fulfill her own destiny. And Rhea was going to do it the clean way, and defeat Charlotte with her own talents. And because they loved their girl, they each made that promise and sealed it with a kiss. The last time they saw Rhea before the match was at gorilla, where they each told her they loved her and they'd be there for her when she came backstage.

They each stood and nervously watched on a monitor backstage. Y/N was chewing on her acrylic fingers like a maniac, and every time Rhea took a nasty hit she would hide in Finn's side. Damian could barely catch his breath as he watched, and Dominik was practically ripping his hair out. All four of them were mumbling and clapping for Rhea as they waited for it all to end. But before they knew it...

One...two...three.

Rhea did it. She fulfilled her destiny and proved she could do it. She made history - something she did well - and proved that she was one of the best athletes in the industry. Not only that, but she did it on her own. She didn't need The Judgement Day by her side the entire match to cause chaos.

Her four partners backstage went absolutely mad. They jumped up and down, hugging one another and running to meet Rhea at gorilla once she was out of the ring. And once they saw their girl, they ambushed her as if she'd won the lottery. Y/N jumped up and wrapped herself around Rhea's body, Damian hugging her from the back, and Finn and Dom taking each side. The mess of kisses and hugs from the five of them was the ultimate showcase of the love they had for one another, and the way they celebrated when someone won.

"We love you so fucking much." Dominik said into her hair. Y/N pulled back and wiped the mess of tears, sweat, and makeup from under Rhea's eyes with her thumbs as they all smiled. "You have no clue how proud we are." She said softly.

Rhea smiled and gave each of them their own kiss. "I couldn't have done it without you guys." She said softly. It was clear she was tired, so everyone broke the hug and gave Rhea her space. "I have to go take pictures and stuff. I'll see you guys later?" Rhea asked softly. Everyone nodded, knowing she needed to make the usual rounds of press and interviews, and gave her one more kiss before she walked away.

Y/N smiled at her partners as they went back to their own dressing room. "I know exactly how we need to celebrate."

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It was late before everyone was able to leave the stadium and get back to the hotel. They all showered and got changed so it was one less thing to do once they got there, but also because they didn't want to waste any time.

Finn popped a bottle of champagne in the car, pouring himself and each of his partner's a glass. "Here's to the champion." Everyone cheered as they started drinking. It was known that this was a rowdy crew when they celebrated, so this was no different. But tonight, it was going to be about Rhea and only Rhea. It didn't matter what else happened or what anyone wanted; their champion was going to get the celebration she deserved.

Everyone stumbled into the hotel once they parked the car, no one knowing who's hand to hold or who to touch as the alcohol was already flowing through their systems with the adrenaline. Everyone wanted to hold hands with their champ, but she had decided to make herself comfortable against Dominik's side as they made their way to the room. Y/N had decided on a piggy back ride from Finn, and Damian's large hand rested on her back.

"Fuck, this has been amazing." Rhea said as they entered the elevator. "Thank you guys for being here with me." She smiled at everyone, most definitely a little tipsy.

Y/N giggled and reached out to play with some of Rhea's hair. "We wouldn't want to be anywhere else." She said softly. Finn nodded and tightened his grip on Y/N. "You better wake up though, princess." He smirked at Rhea. "Because we still need to celebrate."

Damian led the way back to the hotel room and opened the door for everyone else. He let everyone drop their bags, closed the door behind him, and was the first one to pull Rhea into a passionate kiss. His large hands held her cheeks, Rhea giggling and holding his hips. "Tonight's about you, champ." He told her softly.

Y/N hopped off of Finn's back and moved with Dominik to lay on the bed. "Make sure the rest of us get a turn." She told Damian with a smirk, laying her head on Dominik's chest. Finn stood behind Rhea and kissed her neck. "We've been waiting all night for this." He mumbled against her skin and chuckled when Rhea shivered.

One of Damian's hands came down to hold the front of Rhea's neck. "Lay down for us, princesa." He mumbled softly, looking down into her eyes. "And be the good girl we all know you can be." Rhea looked up at him, her blue eyes already clouded with euphoria and pleasure before moving to the bed. Once she was laying down, Y/N giggled and didn't waste any time before moving to straddle their girl.

"You're all gonna gang up on me, aren't you?" Rhea mumbled as she held Y/N's hips. Y/N smirked and took off the t-shirt she was wearing, courtesy of Damian, to show the black lace bralette she'd put on back at the stadium (Rhea's favorite, of course). "I wouldn't say it's ganging up on you when we're celebrating you." She teased softly, smiling as Rhea ran her hands up her girl's side.

Dominik made himself comfortable by Rhea's head and played with her hair. "She has a point. This is about you, not us." He said softly. Damian took off his own shirt before settling between Rhea's legs, and Finn sat on the other side of Rhea. His hand held her cheek and he gave her a slow kiss. "We love you so much." He whispered.

Damian ran his hands up Rhea's legs, massaging her muscles through her oversized sweatpants. "You just relax and let us take care of you." He said. His hands worked the sweatpants off of Rhea's legs, and she let out a shaky moan in anticipation.

Rarely did they hear those moans from Rhea. It wasn't often they had her in this position, but when they did, her partners cherished it more than anything else.

Y/N leaned down and gave Rhea another kiss, making out with her as Damian continued to massage her legs. "You're so pretty." She told her girlfriend. Rhea's hands had a death grip on Y/N's hips, and she only let go to pull her sweats off to reveal the lack of panties. "Fuck, you wore this on purpose." Rhea whined softly, and it made everyone chuckle at her. She wasn't wrong, either. They had a plan, and they had every intention of carrying it out to make sure their girl was pleasured.

Dominik's finger began to draw gentle patterns on Rhea's chest, chuckling as she'd occasionally moan and whimper from her partner's touches. But Damian was the one who took things a step further, as he also worked Rhea's underwear down her legs and moaned at the sight in front of him. "Shit, hermosa."

Y/N gave Rhea one more kiss before she sat up and adjusted herself so her clit was over Rhea's face. "I've been thinking about your mouth on me all night." She told her girl softly, brushing Rhea's hair from her face. She hadn't lowered herself down to Rhea's mouth just yet as she wanted to tease a little longer. Damian was preoccupied between Rhea's legs though and was starting to leave gentle kisses on her thighs. Those kisses moved from her thighs to her clit, and kisses turned quickly into sucking. Rhea gasped and smiled up at everyone, her hand blindly tangling itself in Damian's hair.

"Oh, good girl." Finn said softly, his own fingers gently playing with Rhea's chest through the shirt she was wearing. "Our good girl." He mumbled softly, moving to kiss Rhea's forehead.

Y/N hummed and finally lowered herself down onto Rhea's mouth. "You've been begging to have your mouth on me all weekend, so I figured it was time to give you what you wanted." She giggled softly, grinding slowly against Rhea's lips. Rhea wasted no time in using her mouth on Y/N and held her thighs tightly. "She looks so good when she uses her mouth." Dominik noted softly.

They each took their time with one another, whether they were using their mouths or their hands. Damian was taking his sweet time with Rhea, and Rhea was allowing herself to feel the pleasure from everyone while her mouth kept itself busy and her hands gave attention to her boys. But it was only a matter of time before Rhea was getting desperate.

Her quiet moans turned into desperate whimpers and whines. Her nails were digging into Y/N's thighs who echoed those same noises; as Rhea became more desperate, her mouth was working harder to pleasure Y/N. Damian was using his mouth and his fingers on Rhea to give her every ounce of pleasure.

Two of Damian's fingers were slowly pumping in and out of Rhea, while her own tongue swirled in circles around Y/N's clit. Finn brushed his thumb over Rhea's forehead and whispered to her, while Dominik worked up Y/N. "You're gonna cum like a good girl, aren't you?" Finn said to Rhea, and she tightened her grip on YN in response.

Dominik pulled Y/N into a kiss, smiling as she moved herself against Rhea's tongue. "Show Rhea how bad you want it, baby. She's been dying all weekend to taste you." He whispered, and Y/N trembled as his words threw her over the edge and she came against Rhea's tongue.

Damian smirked as he listened to everything, and Y/N finishing only made him work harder for Rhea. Finn smiled as well and looked Rhea in the eyes. "Go ahead, baby. For us." He didn't need to say another word, because that sentence alone made Rhea squeal and cum for them. Her thighs trembled and tightened around Damian's face, and he waited until she was done to completely pull away.

Y/N let herself crawl off of Rhea and lay next to her, Dominik's arms around her body and continuing to kiss her. Rhea's hand also blindly reached out to hold Y/N's thigh, and Damian was kissing up Rhea's body until he got to her lips. She smirked as she tasted herself against him, and Finn wrapped an arm around Damian.

"Get ready for round two, baby." The Irishman whispered to her.

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[zebarius]

Blueprint of Xisuma's Helmet

(Click on images to see them in full clarity!)

I wasn't liking the other designs I had made of X's helmet, they all felt kinda clunky, so I decided to try again. I've recently acquired Ibis Paint and I made this as a way to try and learn how to use the software and I had a lot of fun doing this!

This isn't perfect, but I'm proud of how it turned out! Especially since "blueprint" is a new style for me. Though, I'm by no means an engineer or an architect, so don't think too hard about the technicalities of this art.

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My thought process for Xisuma's helmet:

The helmet is made of three pieces. The Helm, the Collar, and the Breastbone. Each is detachable from the other for ease of use.

Helm:

The Helm has an opaque and rectangular Visor to see through. At the front, there is the Mouth Piece that is fitted with the Air Intake (allowing fresh air to be filtered and circulated through the helmet).

On either side of the Helm, there is an Oxygen Tube. One lets oxygen flow in, the other lets it flow out. On the side of the Helm, just in front of either Oxygen Tube, there is a small slitted External Vent. This disposes of excess oxygen/carbon dioxide, cycling out old air.

Going from the top of the Visor across the top of the Helm, is the Cooling Rib. Here the air is heated and cooled to keep the Helm at a comfortable temperature.

Wrapping around the base of the Helm is the Helm Track (which connects to the Collar). Within the concave Helm Track is the Track Groove. The Track Groove is where the Track Ball-Latch fits into place (holding the Helm securely to the Collar). Above the Helm Track is the Rubber Seal, which keeps the Helm air-tight.

Collar:

The Collar is a metal ring that connects the Helm and the Breastbone together. The Collar fits around the Helm Track. By twisting the Collar Keys on either side of the Collar, the Track Ball-Latches extend or retract, allowing the Helm to be secured in place or removed. The Track Ball-Latches fit smoothly into the Track Groove and allow Xisuma to turn his head left and right, the Track Ball-Latches gliding along the Track Groove.

At the front of the Collar, is the Collar Latch, which connects to the Mouth Piece. The Collar Latch can be retracted and extended by pressing the Collar Latch Release button.

Breastbone:

The Breastbone connects the Collar and Helm to the rest of Xisuma's armor. The Breastbone connects to the bottom of the Collar via the Connection Point on top of the Shoulder Connection Plates. This can be taken apart, but isn't necessary. As long as the Helm is disconnected from the Collar, the rest can simply be lifted over Xisuma's head.

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Of course, this design isn't perfect. I realized half-way through that the Mouth Piece is attached to the Helm and therefore makes it impossible for Xisuma to turn his head.... which is a bit of an oversight. But other than that, in a fantasy world, it's functional!

Included above is one image with all the little details and descriptions and another without all the little descriptions.

#fanart #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #xisumavoid #xisuma #xisumavoid fanart #xisuma fanart #digital art #made in ibis paint

[blonde-love]

Rings with a promise sealed with wine…

Summary: An old friend of Larissa's visits her office, reminiscing about an old promise that unfolds in a night of love, passion, and wine.

Warnings: Smut, cunnilingus, I don’t know(?)

Parts of the story:

Rings with a promise sealed with wine… [1].

Rings with a promise sealed with wine… [2]. Soon.

Rings with a promise sealed with wine… [Extra]. Soon.

Author's Note: Hello, I'm sorry if this writing is a disaster, actually English is not my first language and this is my first fanfic, but I hope I have done a decent work… any constructive criticism is really appreciated! There is also an extra part of this that I don't know if you want to read...

The academy had changed since the last time you had visited it, although it still maintained most of its essence, there were small modifications here and there, which made sense considering the many years that had passed since then. You had evolved, so it was logical that the place would too, especially under Larissa's command now.

You sighed remembering her, wondering how she would have become too, thinking that surely she would still be that beautiful and intriguing lady with light hair and blue eyes as when she was young all those years ago...

You were a few years younger than Larissa, but you had met her at one of her speeches at the academy. She was always as upright and neat a student as she could be, so she quickly caught your eye when you saw her, just perfect. You chatted a bit when it was over, she presumably proud of her work, saying that you could do the same if you tried hard enough, so you really pushed yourself to make it through a few years later even though she wasn't around to see it…

You stood in front of the door that had her name engraved on it, looking doubtful as you raised your fist to knock, biting your bottom lip uncertainly. You finally filled yourself with so much courage as you could before knocking on the door a few times, overly nervous as a couple of seconds passed in silence that felt like eternal centuries until a voice was finally heard inside.

“Come in”. A beautiful voice called out, so you followed the lead, walking into Larissa's office, looking at her, she sitting at her desk.

You let out a longing breath when you finally looked at her; her hair tied beautifully, an almost whitish blonde, while her blue eyes moved reading the text on the paper in her hands, wearing a beautiful elegant dress...

“Good evening... To what do I owe your pleasant visit?”. She asked as she finally put the document in her hands to the side to look at you, realizing that you weren't one of her students, snapping you out of your trance, jumping slightly in place and finally closing the door behind you.

“Good evening, Ri-… Lari-… Principal Weems”. You said, regretting using that nickname or her name, too scared of how things would evolve between you after so many years.

Larissa's eyes narrowed as she heard you hesitate, being too familiar to her, not knowing exactly where she'd seen you from before. Nearly three decades was too long to remember properly.

“I... I come to visit, I don't know if you would like to see me... I...”. You started to ramble, until she interrupted you.

“I know you?”. She asked almost like a sigh that the wind would have carried away if you hadn't been so nervously attentive to her.

“Y-Yeah... I mean… yes... you might not recognize me now”. You muttered foolishly, shyly approaching her desk, swallowing hard and removing a ring from your thumb, placing it on Larissa's desk.

The older one looked at it skeptically for a few seconds, not understanding why you would leave it there until she realized that in fact the original owner of the object was her.

“[Y/n]”. She called your name under her breath, knowing who you were then, since the ring had been given to you so many years ago as the seal of a promise that both would fulfill your goals no matter what obstacles stood in the way when you consoled her to try to push aside her negative feelings about she comparing herself to Morticia.

“Yes…”.

“You… you don’t…”. She looked at you without finding the right words, getting up from her seat to approach you, placing that ring back on her index finger.

When she was close to you, you took a step back due to her imposing figure. You remembered her being tall, but not that tall, especially with the heels she normally didn't wear when she used her school uniform so long ago.

“What are you doing here?”. She finally asked, looking at you with those blue eyes that you had fallen in love with when you were in high school.

It took you a moment to answer, because you simply couldn't, with the sight of that ethereal woman in front of you, who had become the most beautiful person in the world over the years if she wasn’t before.

“[Y/n]”. She called, placing a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently and bringing you back to the ground.

“Ah… yes… That…”. You stuttered for a moment, before taking a deep breath, looking up at her burning fireplace. “The promise... remember?”.

“The promise…”. Larissa repeated almost mechanically, looking at the ring before returning her gaze to you once more…

“I came to return it… you said that was the deal when we exchanged them… that we would return them once we both met our goals…”. You remembered, looking at the hands of the taller woman.

“Oh… I-I… had forgotten…”. She confessed, and that's when you realized that she wasn't wearing any ring besides the one you just gave her, proof of her words, evidence that she hadn't considered you as you did for her during all those years.

“I…”. The words caught in your throat, feeling partially disappointed by that, taking another step back. “Yeah... sorry, that must have been a young joke...”. You shrugged, trying to downplay the importance it clearly held to you, the woman clenching her jaw as she realized you really did take it seriously.

“[Y/n], listen…”. She tried to say, but you shook your head.

“No, I understand. Still, I couldn't stay with that, it's too expensive… Anyway, I'm glad that apparently things turned out well for you, becoming the director of Nevermore is impressive”. You assured, a smile on your lips, tightening your grip on your bag.

Silence reigned in the room, discomfort running through your body, looking down at the floor after a few seconds.

“That was all... At the entrance they told me that you were a little busy, maybe I shouldn't interrupt you anymore”. You said, with the best smile you could get in that situation. “It was good to see you again, Weems”. You turned, walking in the direction of the exit before she stopped you, placing a hand on your wrist and pulling you back.

“Wait a second…”. She asked, acting on instinct more than logic, getting you to turn once more to look at her. “You… grew up…”. She muttered seeing your appearance.

That would be a logical statement, almost bordering on the absurd, but not for her at that moment, since upon seeing you more closely she realized that you had indeed changed and, just like her, you had become a woman, so beautiful in her eyes, going against the image she had of you, because when she thought of you, usually had in mind the face of a young adolescent, a little clumsy and distracted, not an attractive woman.

A small laugh escaped your lips at her, smiling genuinely at her this time. “You too”.

“Sorry... Would you like to stay and chat a bit and have some wine, perhaps?”. She proposed, tempted to touch your face for a moment before dropping her hand without even getting close enough to you.

“It would be a pleasure... if you're not too busy, of course”. You muttered, to which she smiled softly.

“I'm not”. That was a lie she hoped you wouldn't find out. “Come on, sit down”. She requested, pointing to a seat near her fireplace, walking to a cabinet until she pulled out a bottle and a couple of glasses, placing them on the table in front of the sofas.

You sat down, analyzing her movements as she served you; her hips as she walked to reach the bottle, her hands as she performed each of her actions... You ended up looking away in embarrassment. You weren't a teenager to go on with that.

“Here you have”. She said, handing you the glass of liquor, erasing her insecurities about her invitation by looking at you once more like an adult, sitting next to you before taking a small sip from her own glass.

“Thank you…”. You said shyly, your lips moving closer to the glass and drinking too.

Larissa stared at your mouth perhaps more than necessary, noticing that you were wearing some lipstick and realizing that she had never seen you use it before, when you were young you always clinging to the idea that you didn't need it.

“Mmm… the wine you drink is quite good…”. You said, savoring the taste, she blinking a few times in bewilderment, blushing as she realized she'd been staring longer than she should have.

“I have good taste. I guess you became a doctor considering the return from a few minutes ago”. She communicated, referring to the ring you had given her, to which you nodded.

“Yeah, actually for a couple of months, but it took me a while to find you… that was until I talked to Morticia. I ran into her by chance... well... not so much... her daughter broke into my work area last year's vacation to try to remove some pieces that we had preserved in formaldehyde, but those are minor details”. I narrated while remembering the incident, drinking a little more.

“Oh… Wednesday Addams…”. She muttered, placing her fingers on the bridge of her nose with a frustrated expression.

“She entered this year to study here, right?”.

“Unfortunately... It's been a disaster... Morticia must have been simply incapable of raising a decent daughter...”. She commented with annoyance, taking a longer sip of wine before pouring more for both of them.

“It's just an Addams, I guess”. You said, remembering so many things about her parents in their student days. “Maybe she inherited some of Morticia's... particular charm...”.

“I still don't understand what you saw of her when we were young”. She announced out of nowhere, quite confusing you.

“To Morticia?”. You asked in confusion, tilting your head to one side for a moment.

“Yes, you were crazy about her in high school as I remember”. That confused you even more.

“She's always had her thing, but I didn't like Morticia. When I was younger I was more into blonde girls, you know”. You commented without thinking, deeply embarrassed as you realized your own words.

“Blondes?”. She asked, to which you nodded sheepishly. Larissa had always thought you had a crush on Morticia with all your frequent visits to their bedroom, but the black-haired girl wasn't the real reason you went to the Ophelia Hall.

“Something like that... well... actually my experience with people was almost null since I was in love with the same person for many years”. You commented, laughing a little at yourself, now you being the one who poured some liquor to both of you, nervously drinking from your glass.

“Oh my… I didn't know you had a date in high school”. Larissa said impressed, moving closer to you with interest on the subject.

“I didn't, I never really told her”. You shrugged, downplaying the matter. “She was a couple of years older than me, and she probably never would have seen me as more than her... admirer to put it in a way”.

“Aw dear... What year was she in? Did I know her?”. She asked, both taking another drink, to which you nodded your head.

“She was from your generation actually… and I'm sure you knew her pretty well”. You muttered, giving a couple of faint hints, to which Larissa thought, trying to remember as many blonde girls that were her age as she could.

“Rose?” She asked and you denied, drinking some more. “Miranda?”. She suggested again, shaking your head once more and sipping your drink, following this pattern a few more times, Larissa pouring you some more liquor as she realized you'd finished it.

“I was more into… tall girls…”. You murmured softly, a soft blush on your cheeks from how little resistance you had to the alcohol and the nervous sips you were taking faster and faster.

“Tall girls…”. Larissa repeated, her mind wandering away from the answer, though somewhat closer than before.

“Yes… tall… blondes… blue-eyed… elegant…”. You said, drinking unaware of the fog that was beginning to build in your mind, placing a hand on the sofa as you leaned into her unaware. “Shapeshifter who gave speeches about the importance of introducing our society with normies”.

And that was when the realization hit Larissa like a bucket of cold water. “You…”.

“But she never realized...”. You repeated, about to take another drink when Larissa placed a hand on your wrist, drawing your attention to which you turned to her, noting the deep blush on her cheeks that reached her ears.

Of course it made sense when she thought about it, that girl's silly blushes when you were younger, how you refused to change with her at little sleepovers, how much you offered to help her no matter what she needed… the flattery, the discreet gifts…

“Oh look…”. You murmured noticing the reddish tinge on her ears, gently touching the skin with your fingers as you set the glass down on the table and approached without thinking. “They are red…”. You said innocently too close to her ear, your hot breath hitting her skin, causing a shiver to run through the older one, who placed one of her hands on your arm to stop you.

“Yeah…”. She admitted sheepishly, turning to look at you only to realize that you were both so close to each other, your ragged breaths mingling with each other.

“You smell like wine…”. You commented vaguely, to which she chuckled softly.

“You more than me, that is a fact…”. She said, realizing that your eyes rested on her lips for a moment, your hand coming down from her ear to rest against her cheek.

Larissa's heart began to beat faster, looking at your eyes as if they were the most expensive jewels in the world and then at your lips as if they were some more of that delicious drink you had been consuming during the night.

“Was it me you liked?”. She asked in the middle of the silence, to which you nodded gently.

“So much... You were so attractive, brilliant, perfect in every possible way of the word...”. You said softly, your voice somewhat hoarse. Larissa swallowed at the sound of you, that tone of voice making her feel things she never thought she would feel for you in her life.

“Do you still think so?”. She asked, almost in a low whisper, but you didn't answer, instead just sighing softly, smiling for brief moments before closing your eyes and leaning in, both lips brushing against each other in a kiss.

The older one moaned softly at the feel of your lips pressing against hers, closing her eyes and leaning in, reciprocating the show of affection, enjoying the taste of her favorite drink in your mouth, not thinking twice about receiving you when you straddled her, sitting on her thighs while she placed her hands on your waist, gently pressing you against her, she licking your lower lip, to which you opened your mouth gently, allowing her entry to savor you even more, letting out a lecherous moan as well.

After a few seconds, you both finally pulled away, gasping for air after the kiss, breathing heavily, both noticing the lipstick smudges on your lips, two different colors blending better in some places than others.

“Larissa...”. You called softly, your lips sliding down her neck like a light ghost, too intoxicated not only with the wine but with her, with her figure, her smell... her taste...

“Mmm… darling, I don't think I should have served you that last drink…”. She commented, clutching at your head and letting out an unholy moan as she felt your tongue snake around her neck.

“Perhaps, although I am glad to receive that extra courage…”. You murmured, licking her neck once more, she moaning softly, feeling your lips suck on her skin before she pulled your hair back.

“No visible hickeys, dear”. She announced, although it was already too late, since her skin now had a mark that she would have to cover later.

“Oops...”. You said with fake regret, your fingers slipping down the front of her dress, beginning to unbutton her clothing. “Perhaps I should find a more suitable place…”. Your pupils were dilated, staring longingly at Larissa's exposed breast, her red lace bra peeking out after letting go of a few buttons, your tongue beginning to lick the newly uncovered skin, leaving a hickey on one of her breasts now.

“Mmm... my dear, you are playing with fire right now, if you continue you must bear the consequences”. She warned, pressing harder into your hips.

“I'm curious to find out those consequences...”. You murmured, sucking once more on a second mark before soothing the skin with your tongue, gasping for air in a strangled moan as Larissa pressed down on you, her thigh between your legs. “Ah...!”.

You looked into Larissa's eyes, realizing that she was just as affected by the whole situation as you were, her eyes full of desire, leaning over your neck to begin to leave open-mouthed kisses on your skin.

“Do you really want that, naughty girl?”. She asked in your ear, watching you sway your hips against her thigh, nodding a couple of times at her question. “You really are quite a case…”.

“Rissa... please...”. There was that pretty nickname, coming out of your lips in a desperate way, too eager to feel it and to alleviate that pain that had been building between your legs for a while. The blonde hummed content to hear you, her hand sliding to the back of your dress to unzip it, letting it fall over your waist, exposing your black bra, she smiling to see you exposed like that, caressing your chest.

“Come, help me with this…”. She requested, to which you stood up for a moment to let your dress fall all the way around your feet, also exposing the matching panties, Larissa biting her lower lip at the sight of you.

Just as pretty as you were, Larissa taking no more time to grab your thighs and pull you up, her carrying you easily enough, devouring your lips once more with hunger, her tongue dipping in as if it had been done thousands of times before, your two bodies fitting in perfectly as she led you to her bedroom.

She released her lips only when she dropped you onto the bed, pulling away to lock the door before turning back to you, slipping out of her dress and heels.

You took a quick note from her room, obviously as elegant as her, but you had better business that mattered more to you right now, spreading your legs in a silent invitation to the woman who looked at you before stepping between them, her lips on yours for a few more seconds before caressing your thighs, pulling you apart with a moan when her fingers got too close to your center.

“[Y/n]”. She called to you softly, caressing the same place as before, causing another chill. “Do you really want this?”. She asked, though neither of you was exactly in the best state of lucidity, but she wanted confirmation of your consent anyway. She would never do anything you didn't want.

“Yes Rissa... do you want it?”. You asked, she kissing you softly on the lips before answering.

“Of course…”. She murmured, sliding her hand up your chest, you sitting up for a moment to undo your bra, letting your breasts fall for her to look at, Larissa letting out a breath as she looked at your nipples. They were hard, desperate for attention as much as the rest of your body, so it didn't take long for her to connect her mouth over one of them, licking the bud before sucking, leaving you with a pleasurable sensation and a moan, your hands on her back unclasping her bra too, she pulling away for a moment to take it off and toss it to any side of the room, letting your curious fingers touch her too, moaning when you pinched one of her nipples just the way you liked it.

But you both really needed more than that, so Larissa lowered her hand slowly over your body, running her fingers over your nipple, stroking gently before moving down your stomach, sucking gently on your neck, while letting your hands one on her head and another on her white sheets, she finally brushing her fingers over your clothed pussy.

“Look how wet it is here dear…”. She murmured running her fingers once more, drawing a pleasurable moan from you as she pressed more firmly on the bulge of your clit.

“Larissa… please…”. You begged softly, lifting your hips for more friction. You really needed her, more of her, all of her, but the woman placed her hand on your hip, anchoring you to the bed.

“Please what, dear?”. She asked, pretending she doesn’t knew what you wanted.

“Please Rissa… fuck me…”. You stretch your legs closer to her, pushing aside your panties to give her a glimpse of your bare pussy, completely wet from her. “Don't make me wait any longer after all these years… please…”. You begged again, a tender smile on the woman's lips as she leaned into you.

“Sure dear, I'm sorry”. She murmured against your ear, playing for a moment with the elastic of the only clothes you were wearing. “Would you let me take this off?”. She asked, to which you nodded almost desperately, the woman laughing softly as she removed your panties... “Impatient, aren't we?”.

A shiver ran through your body when the cold air from her room came into contact with the humidity of your pussy, that part contracting, Larissa licking her lips when she saw that.

“Just look at this, how precious…”. She said as if she were looking at the best piece of art in any most famous museum you could think of, running her fingers over the liquid to collect a bit, looking at her wet finger and licking it as she looked into your eyes, drawing you a moan of anticipation as you watched her take it clean out of her mouth.

“Rissa oh my god...”. You said, closing your eyes when she again slid her finger over that sensitive part of your anatomy, rising above you to admire your entire body in full nakedness.

“You have really become a divine woman my love… my good girl…”. That, that was the fucking nickname that she had used with you all through high school and that had made you feel so many things with your raging hormones.

“Rissa...”. You stifled a moan and arched as she began to insert one of her fingers into you. You had noticed that they were long, quite graceful and beautiful, their perfect touch on you, though they certainly felt even better on the inside.

“Tell me [Y/n] Who does this good girl belong to, hmm? Who has she stood for these years to get her pussy full?”. She asked, finally reaching to the knuckle, gently pulling her finger in and out to gently dilate you, the bottom of her palm crashing against your clit each time, resulting in a shiver from you with moans each time.

“To you Larissa... ah... for you... everything for you...”. You moaned, clinging to her shoulders as you trembled under her touch, being so wet it didn't take much to slip a second finger inside.

“That's right, precious… good girl…”. She fawned as she began to curl her fingers inside you, bumping into a spongy area inside you that made you arch, her other hand placing her thumb on your clit to trace circles over the swollen bud, a bit of her ego seeping in as she traced her name with her finger on your bud, smiling as your pussy finally contracted for her.

“Ah… ah… Rissa… that feels good…”. You moaned, your legs shaking sweetly for her, arching at the pleasurable sensations.

“Your pretty pussy is happy to have my fingers in it…”. She said, dropping to her knees on the ground. “I bet it will feel even better with my tongue too…”.

“Wha-? Oh my-!”. You moaned in an exceedingly indecent way as the texture of her tongue flattened against your clit, her fingers continuing inside you, your legs instinctively closing around her head, but she placed one of her hands on one of your thighs to prevent that.

“Nothing like that my dear, I don't want to have to honor the firm principal they say I am by having to punish you... so spread your legs for me...”. She ask before plunging back into your pussy, you helping her grip with one hand on your thigh to pull the leg she wasn't holding against your own chest, just as she requested, opening you wider for her.

Deeper moans began to come out as Larissa's attentions increased, the inside beginning to clench in certain patterns more quickly, your free hand on Larissa's head…

“Rissa…! Oh god… I'm going to…”. You were breathing more and more heavily, requiring all your effort to formulate a fairly congruent sentence.

“You're close, aren't you? Come on darling, drop it for me”. She said, requiring a few more thrusts with her fingers and tongue before you collapsed, bucking and moaning her name aloud as your orgasm crashed into you, Larissa carefully pulling her fingers out.

“Fuck…”. You moaned at the sense of loss, shaken and gasping from your climax, watching the woman lick her fingers just like she had at the start.

“Very well done my dear...”. She murmured, getting up from the ground, to which you sat up, intertwining your fingers with hers.

“It's your turn…”. You looked at that woman's soaked panties. “Lie down on the bed…”. You asked softly and the woman nodded, following your instructions. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw her, her bare breasts resting on top of her, her panties drenched only for you and her head rested on the pillow, her hair a mess, golden curls falling carelessly over her shoulders. “God… you are simply more beautiful than when we studied here…”. You breathed, spreading kisses down her bare chest.

“Is that so?”. She asked incredulously. “I'm…grateful to hear it darling, but I'm afraid time hasn't been kind to me”. She muttered, to which you chuckled softly.

“Oh dear, I assure you that it is so... you are like one of those wines that you like so much...”. You murmured, lowering yourself between her legs. “Simply more delicious with the passing of the years…”. You whispered against her pussy, your tongue tasting the smear of liquid on her red underwear, eliciting a strangled moan from the woman.

“Ngh… then you should drink me, dear…”. She said suggestively, so you took the liberty of sliding her panties down her legs, leaving little kisses on her thighs.

“Can I bite here?”. You asked, planting a kiss on one of her thighs not quite sure if her skirts or dresses would fully cover it.

“O-Of course…”. She gasped when she felt your teeth against her porcelain skin, letting her head fall back against the pillows, her pussy twitching happily before your eyes, a sign that she'd liked it.

“If you knew the times I had wet dreams about you in high school…”. Your tongue getting closer to where she needed you.

“Wet dreams?”. She asked breathlessly, your tongue sliding around her entrance, parting her lips with your fingers to expose her even more, her clit twitching as if greeting you impatiently.

“Yeah… or the sinful thoughts in your school speeches… how much I thought about fucking you in front of everyone and then berated myself for having such thoughts about you…”. You said, hot breath hitting her wetness.

“That- Ah!”. A moan escaped her lips as you thrust your tongue inside, your nose pressing against her nerve cluster on purpose, watching her close her eyes and lean back against the pillows once more.

Sure enough, you drank her like a fine wine, savoring her delicious flavor on your taste buds with each lick you took, occasionally interspersing your fingers when you decided you wanted to leave more hickeys down her thighs so she could see them when she took that perfect director facade off after a tiring day at work, and hopefully you too would be there to see them and maybe do more.

Larissa's moans were simply music to your ears, a lusty harmony that filled the room as did the wet sounds of your mouth, her leg hooking over your shoulder to press you closer to her core.

“Ah… [Y/n]”. And when you looked up, oh my god that damn view.

You were between her legs slurping her tastefully with her thighs decorated with your passion marks, but that wasn't all, as the woman placed her hands on her own chest, kneading and pinching her nipples while her mouth was open, panting and moaning meaninglessly, her cheeks flushed, her eyes more black than blue at that point, her hair already completely out of place falling freely, the eldest trying not to miss the sight of you devouring her, getting her eyes to roll back with pleasure from time to time.

“I'm going to cum… ah… darling…!”. She warned, to which you smiled softly, slamming three of your fingers in to rub her sweet spot as you sucked on her clit, watching her arch fully, moaning gutturally as her head sank back into the pillows.

The principal ended up panting, just like you a few moments before, so you lay down next to her with the same exhaustion as her, trying to compose yourself, seeing her turn on her back to look for something in her dresser next to her, thinking it was your signal to go.

You were about to sit on the edge of the bed when you felt her hand catch your wrist.

“Mmm… Stay… if you don't have something to do…”. She asked sweetly, so you smiled, laying back down, this time her pulling you to her chest she caressing your back gently, her hand clenched into a fist with something inside.

“Larissa?”.

“Um... I really hope there isn't someone else waiting for you at home if you know what I mean...”. She said hopefully, realizing that she hadn't asked about it before doing it with you.

“Of course not... and I hope it's the same for Larissa Weems...”. You whispered, planting a kiss on her cheek, hearing her laugh softly.

“No… although I would like there to be… a woman a couple of years younger than me… doctor… with your eye and hair color… by name [Y/n] I don't know if you find a suitable candidate…”. Now it was you who laughed.

“I think I know someone very interested in the proposal…”. You murmured, both leaning in for a kiss, this time without raw and pure lust, but something more chaste, with the same immense love and appreciation that you had for each other after so long.

“Here…”. She whispered, opening her palm and showing the two rings you had exchanged, hers that you gave her when you arrived and yours that she had put on her dresser some time ago.

The difference between the two was clear, a gold one with expensive jewels and a cheaper one but quite beautiful. You thought she would hand you the second of those, being the one that originally belonged to you, but instead she placed on your thumb her ring, placing a kiss on the object on your finger afterwards.

“A new promise, which I swear to always keep in mind…”. Explained. “Staying together, so that we both get to know each other again, to have more nights like these and days that we can enjoy”.

“Mmm... seems like a good promise to me”. You whispered, placing your ring on her little finger as you both intertwined your fingers gently.

A pair of beautiful rings that sealed a promise in a night of love, passion and wine...

“Would you like to go to Jerico for a coffee tomorrow?”. She asked softly, her voice sleepy as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“A date?” You questioned and she agreed. “I'd love to…”. You said, being equally tempted for Morpheus to take you to the world of dreams.

“Good night, my good girl”.

“Good night Rissa...”.

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I’m not extremely into bada but there was a call for someone to write this & I have answered with a drabble.🤷‍♀️

In the hush of the empty changing room of the dance studio you both attended, bathed in the glow of the dim over-head lighting, you knelt, your hair firmly clasped in Bada’s hands, her fingers tightening around your roots with each thrust of her cock into your waiting mouth. It was nothing new, despite the added attempt at silence, this was your routine. Her taking you roughly, making you gag, scream, bending you to her will. But somehow, despite it all, she had never seemed to falter, her almost stoic, proud self always standing firm, holding back. Desperately. But how could she now ? with you coaxing her with your mouth like that, letting your tongue drag along the bottom side of her cock, looking up at her with those eyes & taking her oh so well.

You bewitched her. Her struggle was now apparent, once controlled breaths began to falter, hushed exhalings tumbling mercilessly into throaty whines, echoing along with walls of the changing room and settling beautifully in your mind, it only egged you on further. You taking her as deep as you could down your throat no matter how much you struggled with accommodating her size, your fingers clasping desperately to her thighs as you savour her already leaking cock, her precum painting your tongue. Her reserve was holding on by a thread, teeth dug into her lip almost enough to draw blood & your scalp began to sting almost from the tightening of her fist while pretty moans fell wildly from the same lips she had so desperately tried to seal shut, now uncaring of who else may hear them.

Those pretty moans & delicate hitches of her breath were all yours. She was yours.

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Omg? I wasn't prepared for how beautifully written a smut piece could be? Bunny anon, you deserve flowers and a lot of praise for this one like damn??? Girl this is like good good I'm in awe 😲😲😲😲

And thank your for this one babes, you did it very well!! Please if you are a writer let me know so I can follow you!!!

By the way to whoever is asking "who has the best anons in the whole site..."

ME. I win.

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Where Do We Go From Here?

Pairing: Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x ofc (fem reader)

Content Warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, mentions of smut, if i missed anything let me know.

Taglist: @thesazzb, @tearfallpixie, @synthetic-wasp-570, @nerdraging4point0 (thanks to them for cheering me on and dealing with me being a complete psycho as I freaked out over posting this. You're the best)

Author's note: This is the first thing I've ever written, or at least written and shared with multiple people. I don't have a clue what I'm doing but I'm kind of proud of it, so I hope you all enjoy it :)

PART 2

You’ve known Jolly for years. You met him not long after he moved to the area, striking up a conversation in a bar one evening. After hitting it off he had invited you to come watch his band play the following weekend. At first, you thought it was an attempt to get you in bed but when he caught up with you after the show he seemed genuinely interested in your opinion. You couldn’t help but find it adorable how nervous he was waiting for your review of his band’s performance.

As you gave him your very serious but glowing seal of approval, you watched Jolly’s once nervous features transform into pure joy. His infectious smile soon caused you to smile back at him and Jolly picked you up in his arms hugging you tightly. He laughed at you as you squealed from the unexpected bear hug. You spent the rest of the night parked on a cliff eating fast food and talking about anything and everything. You only realize how long you’ve been talking when you see the sun come up.

And then suddenly, Jolly was in your life. He would come over after you got home from work, and you’d make dinner and watch movies. The two of you would spend most weekends together; drinking, going to shows, or being useless couch potatoes. You were friends; best friends, never crossing any lines. Cuddling on the couch was the most “touchy-feely” the two of you would get and even then, Jolly would keep his hand on your upper arm or your head softly playing with your hair. 

It got to the point where the two of you spent so much time together that you questioned whether your friendship was affecting his love life. You had seen him with girls in the past, but they had mostly been one-night stands or short flings. None of them had lasted longer than a couple of months. You tried to make yourself scarce when a new one came along. You figured they didn’t want their boyfriend’s girl best friend hanging around much. Jolly always made a point to hunt you down, though, asking you why you were disappearing on him. 

“I don’t know” you’d say, shrugging. “I’m just trying not to interfere with your love life.” Usually, he’d roll his eyes and tell you to stop being ridiculous, but this time was different. This time when you said it his gaze fell from yours to your lips and back. The action was so quick you could have blinked and missed it. He pulled you into a hug and placed a kiss on the top of your head. 

“Ah, Käraste.” He said quietly into your ear. “You are my love life.”

Then, one night, after a particularly difficult breakup and a little too much to drink he kissed you. Kissing Jolly wasn’t at all what you expected it to be. You didn’t expect it to happen whilst inebriated in a poorly lit alley. You also didn’t expect it to be as soft as it was. You assumed it would be somewhat rough like his calloused hands. Instead, it was gentle and way too quick for your liking. He pulled back and ran a hand through his hair. 

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, staring at the ground. “I shouldn’t have done that.” 

You grabbed his chin gently to make him look at you, running your thumb lightly over his bottom lip. Jolly had one arm next to your head as he leaned against the wall behind you watching you intently. With your other hand, you grabbed him by the belt loop of his jeans and pulled him closer to you. He groaned as his hips slotted into yours and he pressed his hardening cock against your core. Your lips crashed together, and it wasn’t long before he had flipped you around against the wall and was fucking into you like it was his only purpose in life.

The rest of the night had been spent in bed with Jolly slowly taking you apart and putting you back together. Over and over again until you both fell asleep, sated and exhausted. 

After that, you were inseparable. More so than before. Things were perfect the first two years, but you never made it to the third. Something had changed, but you weren’t sure what it was. The spark wasn’t there anymore. You both found yourselves spending more and more time apart. He was spending more time working on music and you spent your days on your hobbies and work. Neither of you could pinpoint what caused you to drift apart but after a few months and a lot of fighting, there was no denying that things weren’t getting any better. 

So, you broke up. You were both devastated but couldn’t figure out a better way. Thinking back on it, you could have tried harder, and gone to couple’s therapy. Something other than just giving up, but the damage had been done. Living life completely without Jolly had proved impossible. He kept showing up with food or a terrible movie to watch. You couldn’t resist going to his shows. Old habits die hard. The romance was gone but you were best friends first. That was where you’d settle. Best friends and nothing else. You could still manage that, right?

At least that was what Jolly had planned.

Now, a year after the breakup, he’s sitting in your living room trying to keep his composure. You’ve been with this dipshit a couple of months and seeing you with him makes his skin crawl. He can’t even remember the guy's name. Kyle? Andy? Kody? Something stupid. He just knows that this gangly pathetic excuse of a man is making out with you on the couch less than two feet away from him and he’s ready to implode. 

This evening was supposed to be a group movie night with the guys from the band included but they all bailed for one reason or another. Deep down Jolly knew that the guys were trying to push their friends back together. They had seen how much the breakup had affected Jolly and hoped that by passing on the movie night it would give the two of you some time to reconnect.

Unfortunately, none of them, especially Jolly, knew that you would invite your shit-for-brains boyfriend. 

So now he’s stuck on this couch with the two of you. You’re leaning into Connor’s (Tyler’s?) chest, and he has his arm around you. One hand is resting on the arm of the couch and the other is rubbing the outside of your thigh. 

Jolly tries not to stare, but you’re wearing those fucking shorts. They’re pink satin pajama shorts with a slit at the side seam. He knows you’re not wearing underwear with them either because you never do. He’s fucked you in those shorts so many times he’s lost count, bending you over the nearest surface he could find. Sometimes he’d pull them down over your ass but most of the time he’d just push them to the side and pound into you until you had drenched both the satin material and his cock.

Fuck, he loved those shorts.

You were wearing them on purpose, Jolly figured. You were in a completely different outfit when he arrived at your place earlier in the evening: an oversized t-shirt and black leggings. Your idiot boyfriend showed up right after with pizza and beer and ruined Jolly’s hopes for a quiet evening alone with his best friend. You gave him an apologetic smile as Chris loudly made his way into the living room with dinner.

Chris. That was his fucking name. Still stupid. 

The three of you were eating quietly on the couch. Well, the two of you were. Chris was blabbering endlessly about his day at work. This was the fourth job he’d had since the two of you had started dating a little less than six months ago. He had left everyone because they “didn’t understand him”. Jolly knew that was code for “I fucked around and got fired.” He wondered what the hell was so appealing about this guy.

Chris continued along with his animated storytelling, his voice becoming even louder and more annoying every second. He started to wave his arms around, because how else do you get a point across? As he flailed his arms, he hit the beer bottle you’ve brought to your mouth, barely missing your lips and knocking it out of your hand. 

You stand up abruptly, gasping at the sudden sensation of cold beer in your lap. “Jesus Christ, Chris!” 

Chris just sat there, mouth agape, and laughing. “It’s not funny, you asshole.” Chris continued laughing as Jolly headed to the linen closet to get you a towel. 

“Thanks.” You mumbled quietly as you took the towel. Jolly nodded and sat down, glaring at Chris who was still quietly giggling. You cleaned the excess beer off your pants and the couch with the towel, annoyed at the fact you’ll have to deep clean your cushions later to avoid them reeking of cheap beer. 

“Babe I’m sorry, but that was funny.” Chris finally spoke. Jolly winced at his comment. Wrong thing to say. Both men watched as you slowly turned to meet Chris’ gaze. Jolly had been on the receiving end of that look on more than one occasion and was not envious of the man sitting beside him. 

You threw the now wet towel at Chris’ face. “You’re an idiot that needs to watch what the fuck he’s doing.” You hissed. Chris watched you wide-eyed as you stalked towards the stairs. “W-Where are you going?” He stammered. “I’m not going to sit all night in wet clothes reeking of beer, am I?” 

“Why bother changing? You could just strip here. I’m sure Jolly wouldn’t mind, would you?” He said, laughing and nudging Jolly with his elbow. Jolly started to say something but was interrupted by an object flying and hitting Chris directly on the side of his face. Chris yelped and held a hand to his face looking around wildly searching for the culprit. The object landed on the couch between the two men. Jolly erupted with laughter when he realized you had thrown your flip-flop from the top of the stairs and made perfect contact with your boyfriend's head. 

Suddenly, Jolly is brought back to the present by the sound of you giggling. He glances over to see the two of you had made up as you and Chris were making out. Your back is facing him, so you have no idea that he is currently watching the show. He stifled a groan. He liked it better when you were pissed and throwing things at him. Jolly dares to sneak another glance and watches Chris' hand not so subtly begin to slip into your shorts. He can hear you softly gasping and attempting to hide your moans in Chris’ neck, but he can hear them even over the movie that was playing. While I’m right next to you, are you fucking kidding me?

Jolly considers making a scene, bursting their little love bubble. He couldn’t decide who he was more pissed at, Chris or you. Then, as if he could hear Jolly’s thoughts, Chris made eye contact with him. Fuck. He didn’t realize he was watching again. He refuses to look away in some piss-poor attempt at establishing dominance. He’s the one fingering your girl right in front of you. Pretty sure he has the upper hand here. 

Chris smirks and Jolly breaks eye contact and watches as you begin to pant harder and whine. The noises go straight to his cock, and he has to avoid adjusting himself because he knows Chris is still watching. He can tell by the way you’re breathing that you’re about to cum and all he can do is sit there and watch. He could get up and leave but those pretty little noises you’re making are keeping him glued to his seat. Even if they’re not for him. Jolly watches as you roll your hips into Chris’ hand one last time and you’re seizing in his hands and bury yourself into his neck further to stifle a very loud moan unsuccessfully. 

Jolly mistakenly makes eye contact with Chris again, whose smirk is even bigger than before, and he winks. He could have strangled the motherfucker right there and not felt bad about it, but you love him. He quickly gets up off the couch and stalks to the kitchen because he’s pissed and the tightness in his joggers is getting to be too much. 

He stands in the kitchen trying to calm down. He should just leave. Just get in his car and leave. Later, he could tell you that he got a headache or something and that’s why he left. It had nothing at all to do with the fact that your boyfriend made you cum two feet away from him. No, she would know something was up. As upset as he was, Jolly didn’t want to embarrass her. He sighs and closes his eyes trying to think.

He hears footsteps coming into the kitchen and his eyes fly open thinking Chris was coming to brag in his face. Instead, you walk in, legs still a little wobbly from before. You lock eyes with him and instantly know something is up as his hazel eyes are now a dark brown. He stares intently at you, gripping the kitchen counter in front of him.

“Is everything okay?” you ask quietly, almost afraid of his response. His gaze flickers down your body and back up to your eyes as he licks his lips. You swallow harshly. Jolly hasn’t looked at you like that in over a year. You knew exactly what that look meant, and you couldn’t help but feel guilty at how much it affected you.

He pushes off the counter and in two quick strides has you by the throat and is licking into your mouth. He snakes his other arm around your waist and pulls you into him. You considered protesting but knew it would be a waste of time. Aside from his bruising grip, Jolly was always your weakness. You’d spent a year pretending you didn’t still care about him while also pretending your boyfriend had a chance at satisfying you the way Jolly did. If it was Jolly who had just taken care of you on the couch, you wouldn’t be walking at all. Jolly’s hand releases your throat and slides up into your hair. He pulls away, both of you panting. He stares at you for a moment and says “Tell me you love him. Tell me you love him, and I’ll stop.”

You blink for a moment, confused. Why would he say that now? Was he suddenly feeling guilty like you had been? You startled slightly as you heard your boyfriend laugh loudly at the movie in the living room. He wasn’t bothered by your absence. You continue to stare into Jolly’s eyes, still blown wide with lust but there was something else to them. They were almost pleading. You knew you didn’t love Chris. How could you? He was a placeholder, and you knew it. You couldn’t resist the beautiful Swedish man who had his grip on you, physically and emotionally. You feel his grip loosen slightly and watch his gaze drop. You realize in the time you’ve been considering his statement it appeared to him as if you were afraid to respond, which gave him his answer.

Quickly you grab his face with both of your hands and pull him close to you. Your noses bump and your lips are so close that they would touch with the slightest movement forward. “I don’t.” You breathe, “I don’t love him.” Jolly scans your face for any hint of insincerity. Seeing none his grip on your waist tightens and he sighs. “I can’t stand watching him touch you any longer. I can’t stand that he thinks you belong to him.” You tilt your head to the side slightly, pushing the hair out of his beautiful face and smile. “Then why don’t you show me who I belong to?”

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Another preview for The Pancake King! 🥞👑 (Line cook!Eddie x Waitress!Reader)

Fluffy, food filled flirting. Also a bad pun, sexual innuendo and mention of impact play (sort of)

Previous preview 💗 Line cook!Eddie blurbs

The little hum of contentment you let out after your first bite gives him chills which are made even worse when you exclaim, "Eddie, these are marvelous!"

Your praise has him grinning and blushing, an unbearably cute combination.

Biting his lip, he fiddles with the glass ketchup bottle.

"Shit, y'think so?"

"Best I've ever had."

The praise (really, your praise) has his chest swelling with pride. Unfortunately, the feeling is short-lived. After several shakes of the bottle, no ketchup comes out. He huffs, giving the bottom of the bottle a few firm pats while uttering,

"C'mon, baby. Be good for me."

His words go straight to your thighs.

Flustered, you tease, "God, Eddie. You and that bottle should get a room already."

His lips curl into a smirk and he continues slapping the bottle as he turns to face you.

"You jealous?" He seals the retort with a wink, soft crow's feet appearing and disappearing in the same breath. You hope to see them again soon.

Before you can answer, red goo spurts all over his plate. His fries and sandwich are completely drenched. There are no survivors.

He groans and carelessly drops the bottle back on the counter.

"Guess you should've used a condom-ment."

He boos at your joke while you laugh, you're entirely too proud of yourself.

Eddie points to the door and barks, "Get the hell out of my restaurant."

"I'm sorry. Your lunch looked so pretty, I shouldn't tease. What if I share these pancakes with you?"

He grumbles, "I guess I'll let you off easy this time." Even through his faux-annoyance, you can see the hint of red on his cheeks. To be fair, it could just be ketchup splatter.

As you go to pick out a piece of pancake, his fork beats you to it. You aim for another piece and he does the same thing.

You roll your eyes at him and manage to sneak a piece from the plate. He lifts his bite of pancake to yours and says, "Cheers!"

#posting that snippet a few weeks ago really helped with motivation so im doing it again 🥰 #also the make me write poll game!!! #im excited to get the first chapter out :) #linecook!eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #pancake posting

[highreevess]

I was wondering if I could request a rafe x reader smut where he gets a new car (preferably a range rover or a lambo) and it’s late at night and he’s driving the car while she’s in the passenger seat. Then she rides him while he’s still driving at high speed.

This request is 😘 “chef’s kiss.”

Late Night Ride

Warnings: Unsafe driving, unprotected sex, underage smoking.

Summary: When Rafe Cameron gets a new car for his twentieth birthday, he takes his girlfriend out for a late-night ride. What Rafe doesn't expect is for that ride to turn into something so literal.

Word count: 2,534

Meet me outside. I parked out front.

My eyebrows furrow as I read the text from Rafe, but I do as he says despite my confusion. I grab a jacket in case it gets chilly and head out of my bedroom with my phone in hand. I carefully make my way over to the front door and quietly unlock and open it before walking outside.

My eyes narrow when I see a black Range Rover parked outside of my house, and for a moment, I think that someone has the wrong house.

 Only when the window rolls down and I see Rafe sitting in the driver's seat of the vehicle do I realize that he is in the car. I smile at him and walk over to the vehicle before getting inside of it. I set down my jacket and phone before leaning over to press a kiss on his lips. "Happy birthday, Rafe."

 He smiles against my lips and grabs the back of my head, bunching up my hair so that he has a firm grip on it. He deepens the kiss and glides his tongue over my sealed lips, requesting entry to my mouth. I grant it to him with no hesitation, and he skillfully glides his tongue into my mouth, tasting every bit of me, before finally, pulling away. "Thank you, baby."

I can't help but look down at his swollen lips and bite my own bottom lip when I see them. God, he looks good when his lips are red and swollen from kissing me.

 When I realize I'm staring at his lips, I slightly shake my head and look back up at his eyes. "I thought you were going to be with your father for your birthday," I tell him, and he rolls his eyes. He turns his head away from me and starts the car. "He had to go buy Sarah a sweater at some shop on the mainland," he tells me, his jaw ticking.

 My eyebrows furrow. "But it's your birthday."

 Rafe scoffs. "Ya. Guess I don't rank high enough." Though Rafe's tone of voice is uncaring, I can tell by the look in his eyes that he does care. I know how much he loves his father, and even if he won't admit it, I know how much he wants to make his father proud. Growing up, it was always Sarah who got his father's attention. Never him. It was only him when he did something wrong or not 'right enough.'

 Rafe turns his head and meets my gaze. When he sees the expression on my face, his hard features soften.

He places one of his large, veiny hands on my own and gives it a tiny squeeze. "But being here with you is better."

The sheer sincerity in his tone makes me smile.

Though I would love to make some sappy comment, I know that Rafe would either roll his eyes or get uncomfortable, so instead, I ask, "where are we going?"

He shrugs and puts the Range Rover in drive. "Just driving. But if you want to stop somewhere, we can."

I nod. "Can we stop at Chick-fil-a?" I should've eaten when I got home, but I didn't, so I'm freaking starving.

He checks his watch. "If I drive fast."

I smile. "Then drive fast."

The corner of his lips tugs up. "Yes, ma'am."

We pull away from my house and head down my street before pulling onto a four-way lane. Rafe drives down the lane we're in at eighty miles an hour, trying to get to Chick-fil-a before they close, which is in eight minutes.

I hate to be the type of person that shows up right before closing, but if I don't get something in my stomach within the next twenty minutes, I'm either going to throw up or faint.

Or both.

When Rafe pulls into the Chick-fil-a drive-thru, it's three minutes before ten, and I already feel the guilt for coming here so late. I turn to Rafe and ask, "order for me?"

His eyebrows furrow. "Why?" By the tone of his voice, he doesn't have a problem ordering for me; he just wants to know why.

"I feel bad," I whisper as he pulls up to the drive-thru. He rolls his eyes, but I catch the small smile that makes its way onto his face.

"Large mac & cheese, a water with ice, a thirty-piece chicken nugget with ketchup and Polynesian sauce, and a Chick-fil-a sandwich with only American cheese and bacon." Rafe and I can split the nuggets, and the sandwich and mac & cheese are for me.

He smiles and turns away from me. "Hey, can I get two large waters, a large mac & cheese, a thirty-piece nugget, a chick-fil-a sandwich with only American cheese and bacon, and some ketchup and Polynesian sauce?"

"Of course. And will that be all for you today?" the lady on the speaker asks.

Rafe turns his head toward me, his eyes narrowing. Then, he turns back. "A cookie and an ice cream in a cup please."

I smile at him knowing my favorite desserts.

"Alright, will you please pull up to the window?" the lady at the speaker requests, and Rafe nods before driving up to the window.

A man opens the window and hands us an ice cream cup and a spoon before saying, "the rest will be out in a minute."

Rafe nods. "Sorry for coming so late by the way."

The man at the window waves a hand, dismissing the need for an apology. "We're used to it, man."

The rest of our food comes out in just two minutes. Rafe takes the bags from the man at the window and pays the total before handing the bags over to me. I eagerly take them into my hands, my mouth watering at the smell of the food.

I dig into the bags and make sure that all the food is correct before nodding at Rafe, who drives away when he sees me nod. I then eagerly grab my chicken sandwich from the bag and take a large bite of it. I gobble the entire thing down in two minutes.

When I finish my sandwich, I throw the bag it came in into the larger bag before fishing out the box of nuggets. I hand them over to Rafe, who takes them with a small smile. "Sauce?" he asks, and I nod. I grab the packets of Polynesian sauce and hand them over to him before grabbing the mac & cheese for myself.

Together, we eat our food in about ten minutes as we drive down the highway. Once we finish, we toss everything back into the large back our food came in, and I sigh with contentment. "Now that is a meal," I smile, leaning back into my seat.

I see the corner of Rafe's lips kick up out of the corner of my eye.

I also see him adjust the way he is sitting before speeding up the vehicle. He goes from eighty miles an hour to over a hundred in just a few seconds, and I grab the armrest in between our seats.

Rafe notices this and glances at me. "Too fast?"

I shake my head, smiling. "Not at all." Truth be told, I love the thrill of going fast, whether it's in Rafe's car or on his bike. I know that Rafe will always keep me safe, so I'm not worried about getting hurt.

He smirks. "Then let's go faster." He presses down on the gas, and his speed goes from 101 to 122 in only five seconds.

When Rafe gets to an even 130, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes as well as a lighter. He plucks a cigarette from the red and white packaging before putting it into his mouth and lighting it.

He takes a long drag of the wrapped tobacco before setting down the lighter and turning toward me. He holds out the cigarette for me to take, and I do so with a smile. I place it between my lips and suck before inhaling the smoke with a happy sigh. The nicotine buzzes in my body, causing me to relax in the seat.

I take another drag before handing the cigarette back to Rafe.

He takes it, and I watch as he wraps his perfect lips around it and inhales a long breath. When he blows it out, I watch his clothed chest fall in an exhale.

I don't know why, but I find myself clenching my thighs together.

Perhaps it's seeing Rafe's lips wrap around the cigarette that makes me do that, or maybe it's the way his right hand grips the steering wheel, his gold rings lit by the pale moonlight shining into the car. I don't know. All I do know is that I am hyper-aware of everything Rafe does in this moment.

Swallowing, I avert my gaze and reach forward to turn down the ac. Hopefully, the lack of cool air will help me get my body under control.

I catch Rafe's glance when I settle back in my seat, but I pretend that I don't. Instead, I turn my head and look out the window, watching as the trees that surround us zoom by.

"Cold?" Rafe asks, and I flinch a bit at the sudden sound of his deep voice.

I turn my head and meet his gaze before shrugging. "A bit."

Rafe reaches forward and turns the ac off upon hearing my words. Then, he leans back into his seat and places his left hand on the steering wheel, taking his right hand off.

Before I can question why he's switched hands, his large, veiny hand comes down gently on my thigh.

Rafe grabs my thigh in a gentle hold, his warm fingers gently pressing into the flesh of my inner thigh.

Though the affectionate gesture should make me smile, it doesn't. It just makes me hot, and not in the physical way.

But I don't remove his hand. Instead, I allow him to softly kneed the flesh of my left thigh as he drives down the road at high speeds, even though I know I shouldn't. Every second more he spends touching me sends heat to my pussy, and after a few moments, I find myself rubbing my thighs together in an attempt to relieve the ache between them.

Rafe keeps his eyes on the road, but I can tell that he notices me rubbing my thighs together. He just doesn't say anything.

After a few moments, the ache in between my thighs becomes too powerful to bear, and I end up turning my head to face Rafe. I whisper his name, and he turns his head to meet my gaze.

"What is it?" he asks, his gaze flickering to the road ahead of us.

I glance at the road before saying, "slow down."

His eyebrows furrow in confusion, but he listens to me and slows down. He slows the car until he's at about eighty miles per hour, and that's when I climb over my seat and get on top of him. I place my legs on either side of his own, straddling him.

"Babe—"

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his.

Rafe's mouth parts in surprise, and I take that as an opportunity to slide my tongue past his lips. I glide my tongue over his bottom teeth before moving my arms so that they are grabbing his biceps.

"Babe, I'm driving," Rafe tells me, turning his head to break the kiss.

Slightly breathless, I pull away and say, "then keep your eyes on the road while I take what I want." My body is on fire, and there's this aching need between my legs that makes all logic fly out of the window. I know that I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't even bring myself to care.

I press my lips to his again before he can say something else and run my fingers through his soft hair.

And this time, Rafe returns the kiss.

He kisses me back with eagerness despite his previous objections, and I smile against his mouth because of it.

I begin to grind against him, and I moan into his mouth when I feel his cock growing under me.

"Fuck, you're going to kill me one day," Rafe says against my lips, and I smirk. "Hell of a way to die," I tell him. He smirks. "Yes, it is."

I move my hands and shift myself so I can reach the hem of his shorts. I quickly unbutton them and pull them down before sliding my own shorts to the side. Then, I sink down on him.

He groans when my ass meets his thighs and wraps one of his arms around my waist as he watches the road. "Jesus Christ, Y/N."

I slowly lift myself off of him until just the tip of his cock is inside of me before slamming back down. A loud moan escapes my lips when I feel his cock hit that one spot inside of me that makes me see stars.

"Go faster," I tell Rafe as I begin to bounce up and down on his thick cock.

"Baby—"

"I said go faster," I order as I ride him. I know that the very last thing I should do is tell Rafe to go even faster than he's already driving, but something about the thrill of doing so silences all the warning bells going off in my head.

I hear a breathless chuckle escape Rafe's lips. "You're fucking crazy, Y/N."

But still, he speeds up.

As I feel the car move faster, I speed up my riding, bouncing up and down on his cock as quickly as possible. I also slide one of my hands up my shirt and grip my breasts.

My head tilts back as I feel pleasure coiling low in my abdomen. "Oh, God," I moan.

"You gonna cum, pretty thing?" Rafe asks, placing a singular kiss on my shoulder.

I nod and remove my hand from my breast. I drag it down my body and begin rubbing my clit with my fingers as I continue fucking myself with Rafe's cock.

I feel Rafe speed up the car even more when he hears my words, and my veins pump wildly with adrenaline.

"Fuck, I'm close," I tell Rafe as he places light kisses on my right shoulder.

Rafe pushes a lock of hair behind my ear. "Cum for me, Y/N."

That's all it takes.

The pleasure in my pussy explodes, and I cum with a loud cry that Rafe swallows with a kiss. I melt into his touch as I ride out my blissful orgasm, and he continues kissing me through it.

And though my mind is hazy because of my orgasm, I hear Rafe groan against my lips, and then, I feel him spill inside of me.

As we both come down from our highs, we catch our breaths and relax into each other's bodies.

Then come the sirens.

My eyes widen, and I look down at Rafe. "Oh, shit."

Taglist: @phildunphyisadilf @houseofperfecttaste

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[the-journal-in-law]

Suspicions

"Looks like you won this time, Hero," Villain lamented. "How does that quote go again? Ah, yes. Good always triumphs over evil. I think that applies here, doesn't it?"

Hero stayed quiet, their arms crossed and expression unmoving.

Villain's smile faltered before returning to its usual brightness. "Love the new gear, by the way. Did you get a new designer? That underwear you wore was terribly old-fashioned. If I was anyone else, I'd be ashamed to be your nemesis!"

Hero gritted their teeth as Villain continued babbling away. "Will you shut up?" they snapped.

Villain froze, blinking in shock. "Gee, you should be grateful to have the privilege of hearing my voice," they shot back, sharp as it always was whenever they took their bickering too far.

Guilt rose up in Hero, but they reminded themselves they were angry at Villain. "Are you sure you should be acting like the victim now?" they accused.

Villain furrowed their brows for a moment then laughed. "I'm never the victim. I'm usually the one doing the tormenting!"

Hero cocked their head, observing them.

It was hard to get a genuine answer out of Villain, especially when they felt like they were being attacked. But as far as Hero knew, Villain had never lied to them if they could help it.

Doubt crept in for the first time; could they be wrong?

"My sibling's getting their degree tomorrow," Hero said, testing the theory.

Villain brightened, looking relieved. "That's great! You must be proud of them. For my gift, I won't launch any attacks the whole day. Make sure you let them know!"

Suspicion rose up, but Hero suppressed it. No, Villain's reaction could mean anything. Maybe they were being polite; it would be characteristic of them. No matter how much they denied it, they might be the nicest villain the city.

Hero was in the wrong for getting mad at them without knowing the full story.

"I will," Hero promised. "Thanks for your consideration."

Villain blinked, and red stained their cheeks. They ducked their head down. "No need to thank me," they mumbled.

Cute, Hero thought then hurriedly left before Villain noticed their own rising blush.

---

Hero entered the apartment unit. "Sibling!" they called. "Are you ready?"

There was a crash and a muffled curse. "Coming!" Sibling shouted. They appeared from their room wearing a sheepish grin. "Sorry, I slept in."

Hero rolled their eyes. "Only you could be late for your own college graduation."

The landline rang. Being the closest, Hero reached out to take it.

"Ah, wait!" Sibling rushed over. "I think I know who this is. Do you mind packing my breakfast for me while waiting?"

Hero sighed. "In your 20s and still unable to take care of yourself. What else did I expect?"

Unable to respond because of the phone at their ear, Sibling stuck out their tongue. Hero had to keep themselves from returning the childish action.

As Hero headed to the kitchen, they heard Sibling say, "So what is it this time?"

After that, Hero couldn't hear anything other than the murmur of Sibling's voice. They were curious about who the mystery caller was, but they figured they could ask Sibling later. A partner, maybe?

The sandwich Hero was making was nearly done when Sibling's voice rose.

"You're here?" they demanded.

"Sibling, you okay?" Hero shouted.

"Fine!" they said, a bit hysterical. To the reciever, they said, "Yes, my sibling's here!" A pause as the other person responded. "No, stay there. I'm coming down."

Hero walked out of the kitchen carrying the sandwich in a sealed bag. Their sibling was holding a palm to their forehead and staring at the landline with frustration.

"Who was that?" Hero asked.

"A lovesick idiot," they hissed. "Can you wait here for a moment? I need to go downstairs."

"Sure."

Sibling left through the door, cursing someone under their breath.

Once they were sure they wouldn't hear them, Hero followed them. It was rude, but they wanted to know who could work Sibling up in such a way.

It was near the bottom of the stairwell that Hero heard Sibling talking to someone. They stopped a few stairs above and hid in the shadows.

"Why did you need to go in person?" they heard Sibling ask.

"Look, I'm sorry. I forgot you were getting your degree today," a familiar voice replied.

Hero froze, heart pounding.

"Make it quick," Sibling said.

Hero peeked through the railing to look below. There, they saw Sibling and - yes, they had identified the voice correctly - Villain.

Hero's stomach churned. This was just like the scene they had seen a week ago: their sibling and their nemesis walking together in the park, smiling as if they were having the time of their lives.

Neither of them had kept a secret from Hero before, and now both were lying to them?

#heroes and villains #hero x villain #civilian x villain? #to be continued #writing snippet

[writingsofwesteros]

Hello! I'd like to request something a bit different. I'm thinking about a noble reader who's betrothed to Aegon and her love language is food,she always makes her future in-law family something tasty to try despite being from a noble birth, but one day Aegon is quite pissy and bratty and refuses to eat whatever she's made saying it's disgusting or smth like that and the reader gets sad bc she put a lot of love and effort in the dish. Happy ending pls,I hope it doesn't sound too weird! 🫶🏻💖

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

“Aemond, you can not live off these lemon cakes.” You scolded him with a soft giggle escaping you. “You should not make them so delicious.” The Prince pouted before taking a huge mouthful of them. “She is not your personal cook.” The voice of your betrothed came from behind you and soon his arms were wrapped around your middle.You had never thought your betrothed would be so clingy and you enjoyed it more than you should. He rested his head on your shoulder whilst Aemond only scoffed; moving to bite the cakes some more. You giggled before moving to turn into Aegon’s hold. “Morning.” You whispered to him.

His eyes were still sleepy as he rested his head on your own now. Your fingers moved into his locks. Aegon hummed and burrowed into your neck for a moment. Aemond took the hint to leave. His hands slowly moved to your arse as he kept you close against him. “I missed you.” Aegon muttered.

“Hmm, you know we can not sleep in the same bed.” You whispered into his ear; slightly blushing. “Hmm, I do not care..you are mine.” He continued to whisper before pressing a soft kiss to your neck. A shiver came down your spine before you found the strength to pull away. Your eyes instantly locking on him.

“You look a mess.” You giggled out but there was deep concern in your tone as you moved to gently cup his face. Aegon only hummed as your smile turned sad. You brushed your noses together for a moment. “I believe your mother is looking for you.” You whispered; placing a lock of his hair from his face.

His body stiffened and you hated that for him. You knew it was more his grandfather he was worried to see. “You will be fine.” You whispered to him, brushing your noses together before pecking his lips. “I will wait for you.” You promised; sealing it with another kiss before leaning away.

His hand stayed with your own as he began to nervously play with your fingers. “It won’t be long.” You tried to comfort him as he rested his head on you once more.

~

You had spent the rest of the day trying to keep your mind busy. Your worry for Aegon only deepened. The hours had passed and there had been no sign of your betrothed. Even at the meal you had with Aemond and Helaena. As they complimented you; all you could think about was Aegon.

The shared chambers you both had was dimly lit. The table is full of his favourite foods and wine whilst fresh flowers dotted around the place. You were quite proud of yourself as you gracefully waited for him. You began to chew nervously on your bottom lip when finally the door began to open.

Gods, he looked a mess you thought to yourself as your eyes sweetly moved over him in concern. “Aegon..are you well?” You whispered out; playing with your fingers behind your back as you stepped forward. There was silence and you tried not to flinch as he threw his shoes across the room.

“Aegon…” You gently whispered and this time you did flinch as his head quickly turned to you; his stare dark and exhausted. “What!?” He snarled this time. His usual tone was never directed at you…until now. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you tried to control yourself; control the situation.

“Did something happen?” You tried again; your voice so soft as you continued to chew on your bottom lip. He continued to ignore you and you could feel your heart breaking once more as he roamed the room. “Leave me.” Aegon muttered. His voice low and dark; the tone had you shivering.

“Make sure you eat.” You gently whispered; ignoring his words but slowly moving towards the door. Aegon only scoffed and you tried to hide your hurt reaction until it was no use as he began to speak. “I’m sick of your disgusting food. Leave me be.” His voice only became louder as he spoke.

You only ducked your head and quickly moved around the table. You would cry when he couldn’t see you. The door to his chambers slammed shut behind you; you couldn’t help but jump at the noise. Your mind raced; wondering what had happened to your sweet boy. Soft tears began to fall from your eyes now.

Moments seemingly passed as you rested against the wall. Still wanting to be so close to him and bring Aegon comfort. You couldn’t stop your mind racing with thoughts that he had never liked you. Gods, you had been so stupid. He had never liked you. It had all just been duty for him.

The evening glow came through the windows; not that you realised any of this as you softly shivered with the cold. “Y/N…” A soft voice came your way and you realised your eyes had fallen shut. “My Prince…I apologise..I’ll..” You began to babble now as you nervously played with your fingers. 

“Shh..it is I who should be apologising.” Aegon whispered. His big, beautiful eyes wet with unshed tears. His hands gently moved to cup your face, stroking your cheeks as he leaned close. “I’m so sorry, please don’t leave me.” The words tumbled from his lips before he burrowed into your neck.

You were silent for a moment; shocked at his difference in his moods. “Please..” Aegon continued to beg. You enjoyed it more than you should but decided on being nice to him. “Shh, my love.” You whispered sweet nothings into his ear as your fingers moved into his hair. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Aegon only shook his head as he pressed a soft kiss to your neck. “I only want you and your delicious food. It’s made of happiness.” The Prince continued to praise you and you hated how quickly he had you melting for him once more. “Hmm, I suppose I can stay with you tonight.” You teased but his hold on you only tightened. 

He was in no mood to be letting you go anytime soon, you knew that.

#aegon targaryen x y/n #aegon targaryen x reader #request

[skittlesfics]

Stay - Lucius Malfoy x Reader

Title: Stay

Pairing: Lucius Malfoy x Pureblood!Reader

Word Count: 829

Author's Note: I'm back! And happily accepting requests, so please send your ideas in! Still writing for HP, but I absolutely abhor and do not stand by JK Rowling. Anything I write in this fandom is done for the community we have built despite her best efforts.

Content: Nudity, references to sex, arranged marriages

“Must you leave so soon?”

The question was posed so quietly, you wouldn’t have caught it at all if you hadn’t been waiting for it. It was a formality, at this point.

“Lucius…” Equally soft, pleading.

You and Lucius had repeated this conversation so many times, you could probably recite the entire exchange without his help. You refrained only because you enjoyed the sound of his voice.

“No, I mean it this time. Stay.” He pushed himself up on one arm, silky blonde hair spilling over his shoulders. Merlin, you were weak.

Your brow furrowed. That wasn’t in the script. The two of you fell into bed together, you dozed in his arms for a bit, he pretended to ask you to stay, and then you went home. Pureblood life meant not getting to spend real time with your lovers, and the always in demand Lucius Malfoy was no different.

You shifted, his sheets brushing pleasantly over your bare skin as you turned to regard him.

“Lucius?” Urgent this time, though no less hushed. He held your gaze, jaw set stubbornly.

“Just stay.” The ‘please’ was unspoken, but you could see it in the lines of his face, in the way his eyes dropped to the bed as he spoke, in the way his hands twitched as if he wanted to reach for you. Your chest grew tight as you realized that he was serious, the unspoken consequences weighing against your desire.

“You know it isn’t that simple.” You reached out, brushing the tips of your fingers against his cheek. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch without shame or hesitation. He was such a different man with you. Still proud, still stubborn, but soft. Affectionate. There were no sharp edges with you.

“But what if it could be?” He asked after a pause. If you knew Lucius less, you might have thought that he was fantasizing. What if, indeed? Knowing him as you did, though, you knew there was something to the question. You worried your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to work out the trap.

Loving Lucius Malfoy was no easy feat, and the past two years had not been kind to either of you with both of your parents constantly watching every moment to make sure you didn’t ruin your marriage prospects. What if it could be simple? No more sneaking around, no more lying to your parents about parties, no more spinning tales to your friends about dates gone sour that you didn’t bother actually attend, no more spoofing floo addresses… No more watching pureblood families parade their marriageable daughters in front of Lucius at every holiday.

“Could it be?” The words were past your lips before you could swallow them, betrayed by your own hopeless romanticism.

A smile curled the edge of Lucius’s lips: He had you. He twisted in his position, reaching for the drawer of his bedside table. You couldn’t help but to admire the lines of his body as he moved, the memories of your earlier entanglement still warming your body.

Those thoughts chilled the instance he handed you a familiar roll of parchment. The heavy wax seal hanging loosely from your side could only be your father’s.

“What’s this?” You asked, running your thumb over the family crest. Lucius shook his head.

“Read it.”

Your hands trembled as you unrolled the letter, the parchment fragrant and familiar in your hands.

To The Esteemed Young Mr. Lucius Abraxas Malfoy,

Send my regards to your mother and father. Abraxas has reached out to me separately and I am overjoyed to inform you that I would like to officially accept your request to court my daughter. I look forward to your official declaration at her debut next month, and your father and I shall be working out the details of a betrothal…

The words blurred on the page.

“You requested…”

“Naturally. I wasn’t going to let Mulciber or Zabini bid for your hand.” He scoffed.

You didn’t realize you were crying until you laughed, the sound choked and watery. You reached blindly for Lucius and he met you half way, pulling you across the bed into his warm embrace.

“But I thought… The Black family?”

“Abraxas thought so as well. Unlike him to be so short-sighted.” Lucius smoothed your hair and pressed a kiss to your temple, “It took some talking, but I showed him the prospects of an alliance with your family were more appealing than whatever handshake deal he made with Black.”

You shook your head, disinterested in the business side of a pureblood betrothal. The only thing that mattered was Lucius.

“So I can…”

“Stay.” Lucius said, a soft smile playing across his lips as he leaned in to kiss you sweetly, and then again, and again to reassure you. You nestled your face into the crook of his neck, pressing small kisses where your mouth rested.

“And tomorrow?”

“As long as you want, darling. Stay with me.”

#Lucius Malfoy x Reader #Lucius Malfoy Imagine #Lucius x Reader #Harry Potter Imagine #Harry Potter Reader Insert #Fluff #500-1000 #Oneshot

[cyberneticlagomorph]

The curtains open onto a blank stage, the spotlights cutting bright circled into the gloom beyond like wide eyes staring into an abyss.

Huge disembodied hands float down from somewhere on high, dressed in kid gloves.

The orchestra roars to life in their pit playing a frenzied tune as the hands place objects onto the stage the same way a kid might decorate a doll house.

First the judge's bench, then the witness stand, a spot for the court clerk, the counsel table, the jury box, and lastly Fairyland's coat of arms is hung daintily behind the bench.

The hands dust themselves off in satisfaction before disappearing and reappearing with an ancient roll of yellowing paper sealed tight with a ribbon and a wax seal. The hands place the scroll onto an empty part of the stage before retreating again, returning with wooden controllers meant for marionette style puppets.

The controllers have no strings, but the hands move them like they do.

The scroll shivers and shudders, first uncurling, then lying completely flat. The scroll stands upright and begins to fold itself over and over again in strange and impossible ways until where there was once paper, stands a "person". A deeply, disturbingly Human "person" with long strips and curls of yellowing paper for hair, brushed to one side and kept in place by a massive wax seal in place of a barrette.

The "person" smiles and take a bow as the crowd of onlookers applaud wildly, for the judge has arrived and now the trial can start.

The hands lift their controllers and the paper person floats through the air with such grace, settling behind the bench and lifting their gavel. They smile smile smile with ink black teeth as sharp as knives and flutter their paper fringe lashes at the crowd. "You've all waited so patiently and I'm so so so proud of you." Said the paper person, batting their lashes some more as the crowd seems to edge forward like dogs waiting to hear their master say 'good boy'. "Now then! I'm already very bored, so let's get this thing started before I fall asleep."

The paper person snaps their fingers and a third, previously unseen hand, sets a very large cage onto the stage near the bench.

Inside that cage, so scared you can taste it, is Zeb.

He's curled into a ball at the very bottom, hands over his head, and trembling as if he expects to be hit or worse.

The crowd boos and hisses at the boy, throwing popcorn, tomatoes and candy onto the stage.

The paper person looks Zeb up and down and pursing their very pale lips, "Oh, that's right you lot do things backwards here don't you? Welp! Guess that means I can skip right to the sentencing." They grin at Zeb, ink running from the corners of their mouth like spittle as the boy makes ill-advised eye contact.

"How's about... death?"

#ic #action post #trial by liar

[carrottheluvmachine]

2023 writing round up

I was tagged by the lovely @bambirex who is a brilliant writer and a darling friend. Please check her out if you can!

This year I've written more than I ever have before. I have 12 fics in total and most of them were only made possible thanks to the help of my friends at the Witcher Chub Club. I'm ridiculously proud of all of them and of myself.

March

A Perfect Fit (geraskier, E, 2.9k) Jaskier has gained a substantial amount of weight lately. So why did Geralt find clothes that are clearly several sizes too small in his pack?

May

How To Serve Mankind (geraskier, E, 7.8k) Geralt and Jaskier part ways for the winter and Jaskier finds himself captured by a pair of trolls who intend on feeding him up so that they could eat him. In captivity, Jaskier loses hope and himself. Will Geralt be able to save him? Can he escape? And even if he does will he be able to come to terms with the major changes in his body?

June

A Bard's Glamour (geraskier, M, 5.3k) When Jaskier was young, he was given a special ring that hid his real self behind a perfectly slim image, one that would be more successful in society. Over the years he learned to depend on this fake image because facing reality was simply too difficult. It was much easier to pretend to be skinny rather than getting the world to accept the fat bard that he actually was.

July

Growing For You (geraskier, M, 3.6k) Geralt likes Jaskier soft, he said so himself. Jaskier loses weight over a winter they spend apart and worries what Geralt will think once they're reunited in the spring again.

Somewhere Beyond the Sea (geraskier, E, 7.3k) As a newly retired Witcher, Geralt is living by the coast when he discovers a seal under attack by a drowner. He rescues it and bonds with it and may be getting in a little over his head when he discovers that it’s much more than just an ordinary seal.

September

This Little Piggy (geraskier, E, 5.6k) Jaskier tags along with Geralt on a contract to kill a witch who lives on a suspicious pig farm but things aren't quite what they seem. Perhaps they should have realized sooner that the pigs roaming the land had previously been men.

Just A Couple of Pounds (geraskier, T, 3.1k) Jaskier responded by reaching up and pulling Geralt down close enough to crush their lips together in a searing kiss. He had been waiting for this moment for far too long. He couldn’t believe it was actually happening and all because he had eaten a bit too much at a banquet.

Life's Little Pleasures (geraskier, E, 4.9k) “Geralt of Rivia,” Jaskier scolded, raising his head and glaring purposely at the Witcher. “You are going to let me shower your cute little belly with kisses and you are going to like it!”

“Jaskier–”

“I could leave,” Jaskier threatened. “I could put my clothes on and waltz right out of here. Could just leave you hard and alone, wanking into your hand for the night. But I suspect you don’t want that, now do you? Hmm, Geralt?”

Geralt paused for a beat before shaking his head.

October

Bring Your Hunger (geraskier, E, 14.4k) Nilfgaard needs Jaskier alive to tell them where Geralt and the princess are, but only barely. The witcher’s bard subsists on stale bread and water over the winter, protecting his family with his silence, and as his hunger grows his body shrinks away.

When Geralt finally rescues his beloved bard, he’s horrified to find mere skin and bone. Together they recover.

November

A Heart Is a Heavy Burden (geraskier, M, 8.2k) Yennefer laughed, carding her fingers through his hair. “Oh? So you weren’t the one who had wished that the bard wouldn’t be able to follow you anymore so you could get some peace? That wasn’t you?”

It was him. He had wished that. He had yelled that right before Jaskier had made his wish to not be hungry anymore. The djinn had taken his words, twisted them, and made it so it was physically impossible for Jaskier to follow him across the Continent anymore by making him so heavy that he was nearly immobile.

The bottom fell out of Geralt’s stomach and he felt like he might throw up. He had caused this. It was his fault.

Four Years (geraskier, E, 4.8k) Jaskier and Geralt both think the other dead after they get separated during an ambush by the Nilfgaardian army. Jaskier manages to escape and returns to teaching at Oxenfurt while Geralt continues to keep Ciri safe. Four years pass and everything changes and yet remains exactly the same when they're reunited.

December

From Bard to Bait (geraskier, E, 7.8k) When Jaskier arrives in a town famous for their food festivals and finds Geralt stuffing his face, he isn't shy to question why the Witcher has such an impressive appetite suddenly. Geralt explains that a lik'ichiri has been feeding off the towns people, plucking the fattest one it can find and eating them. In order to save the town, Geralt is determined to make himself bait for the monster, but his Witcher metabolism just won't cut it.

Jaskier steps up to the task after a little help from Yennefer who makes it so his body will gain more weight more quickly. He and Geralt have a week to help him gain 200 pounds so he could be the perfect bait for the lik'ichiri. The thing is, Jaskier didn't expect to enjoy it as much as he does. He didn't expect Geralt to either.

#colie writes #the witcher #geraskier #chubby!jaskier #chubskier #weight gain #stuffing

[andavs]

Buck the Bartender

I've seen people say that Buck is a really good bartender, and I fully understand where this assumption comes from, but I really don't think he is.

In Buck Begins, he sends Maddie a postcard that says: I finished bartending school! I’m the coolest mixologist in Virginia Beach.

But here’s the thing about bartending schools: they’re pretty widely considered to be scams.

At least in the US, bartending schools are going to spend a few weeks showing you how to shake and garnish, probably teach you how to make the classics and explain the many varieties of rum, but that's not going to get you hired at a decent bar. It's no replacement for years of experience working behind a bar, and they usually don't even use actual alcohol in the classes so you don't really know if what you're making tastes right.

If you want to become a good bartender, you have to work your way up as you learn the ropes, usually starting as a barback or a server. You don't take a class, get a certificate and immediately get hired as a bartender anywhere other than maybe TGI Friday's; you gain experience through doing and learning on the job. You try different ingredients and cocktails, and work around/with experienced bartenders, and learn how to handle a busy bar and rowdy customers. Classes can't give you that, so even if you do take a course, you'll still be starting from the bottom just like those who didn't take a course.

You don't find it, son. You make it.

So sometime in 2012, Buck goes to bartending school and becomes a bartender in Virginia Beach, but he quits after some unknown amount of time. It doesn't sound like he was doing it for very long. He wanders around for a bit until 2015 when he ends up in Mancora, Peru as a bartender again. He’s in a beach resort town, working in a touristy restaurant bar that has sheets of plastic over the tablecloths, salsa in squeeze bottles and packets of sugar on the tables, and the bar behind him is stocked almost exclusively with pisco and beer. I see one bottle of what looks like sambuca on the left and that bright green Finest Call lime juice (it is definitely not finest). The rest are the same two brands of pisco.

This dude makes pisco sours all day long. If there's one cocktail Buck can make, it's probably a pisco sour. And they aren't even using fresh lime juice, it's bottled.

And this isn't an issue of brand placement because 911 doesn't have the characters use real alcohol brands, they're only in the background for set dressing. If the characters are interacting with it, then it's a fake brand made by a prop company to look like real brands. Bobby's "Glencallan" scotch is a really commonly used fake mashup of Glenlivet and Macallan. The Corona-esque "Cerveza". Not quite Jose Cuervo. Almost Don Julio.

What I'm saying is that if they wanted to fill that bar with a wide variety of spirits or even vaguely recognizable almost-brands, they could've. They've shown fully stocked bars many times. They easily could've established him as being a good bartender. But it makes way more sense for 22-ish year old Buck, desperately looking for a place to belong and a way to become something he can be proud of, to look for every possible shortcut he could find to reach that goal as fast as he could.

But when you try to take shortcuts, it's not going to be what you expected. He might technically be a bartender, but he spends his days at a corny restaurant bar opening beer bottles and making pisco sours. Because at that point in his life, Buck wasn't willing to put in the years of work or try to build something for himself; he was still trying to find it ready-made and slot himself into someplace he would instantly belong.

He wanted to spend a few weeks in a class and come out as the coolest mixologist. Train for a bit and jump into the SEALs without enlisting or having any military experience. Join a construction crew, become a ranch hand, follow a girl into surfing—they're all jobs that have a culture of comradery, but he quit every one before he could build that comradery.

He was still trying to find it, not make it.

#also unless taylor brought the not-jose cuervo especial with her then buck is buying bottom shelf booze #he does not care about quality #911 #911 fox #911 meta

[kayhi808]

Challenge Accepted - Part 2

Billy can't keep his eyes off you all evening. You've always been stunning. That's what attracted him to you in the first place. It became more than that though.  You are smart, funny, passionate, charming, confident & kind. You are not intimidated by him in the slightest. You'd call him out on his bullshit and strangely, he's proud of you for it. Lots of women give in to him way too easily. It wasn't that you were a challenge that he had to seduce, but you were more selective of who you let into your bed and he had to prove he was worthy. Strangely, Billly wanted to make the cut.

On one of your first trips back to New York after meeting Bill, he invited you over to watch a movie. He spend most of the night on his phone, sending emails, reading reports and you walk out on him. You weren't angry, just very matter of fact about it. "I thought we'd be watching a movie together. You just wanted a body in the room so you wouldn't be alone." Bill knew he had to do better. Be better.

Your boss in DC was a woman & Bill would see the 2 of you making the rounds at parties and it never bothered him. It was different watching you on the arm of another man. It didn't sit well with him. At previous parties he knew you'd be leaving with him & he'd have you for the rest of the night. Finally he sees you excuse yourself from your boss & a group of people so he makes his way to you. He catches up to you as you arrive at the bar. "Yes?"

Bill leans over to whisper, "Look, I don't know what happened with us, but I'd like to see you again." The low timber of his voice, laced with his New York accent gives you the shivers.

Breathlessly, "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not? Come back to my place with me."

"No, Bill. This can get too complicated. I live here now. I'm trying to establish my career here. I'll can't get lumped in with your other women on rotation," wrinkling your nose. "You have a 'type'. You know you do." Bill smirks. "Besides, I saw your initial reaction to me moving here. You were not happy."

You turn to leave & Bill grabs your arm, "Hey, I was unhappy that you hid moving here from me. You didn't tell me."

You pin him with a stare. "I don't believe you. You were panicked. I'm reassuring you, I will not cramp your lifestyle. We can pretend this...us...never happened. We're just long time friends."

Bill looks angry as he grabs you by your hand & pulls you outside the ballroom. Once outside he faces you again. "Exactly! We were friends and you didn't tell me something this big was happening in your life. How would you have felt in my shoes?" He takes advantage of your hesitation & captures your mouth in a kiss. God, Billy knew how to kiss. He runs his tongue over the seal of your lips and you open to him. You taste the scotch he had been drinking tonight. He sucks on your bottom lip and tugs. You hear him moan into your mouth and you pull back from him.

Looking back at the party, clearing your throat, trying to shake yourself out the hypnotic hold Billy has on you. "I need to head back in there. I'm working Bill. I can't do this with you."

"Then how about dinner? We should still celebrate your new job. Just a friendly dinner."

You shake your head and return to the party.

*****

It's been 3 weeks but you still haven't completely unpacked your belongings from the moving boxes. You planned on tackling that today. You were able to find a studio apartment in the East Village on E 2nd. Right outside of Chinatown/Little Italy. You were able to take the subway to & from work. It worked out perfectly. You're liking it in NY so far.

There's an unexpected knock at your door. Weird. You look out the security viewer and Billy is in your hallway. Your heartbeat kicks up a notch. Jesus Christ! You open the door and Bill's smiling down at you, "G'morning sunshine." He drops a kiss on your head as he walks in.

"Bill, what are you doing here? How did you know where I live?" Bill's busy looking around your apartment and out the windows. Your studio feels smaller with Bill in it.

He hands you a coffee. "I came to start your weekend off right. Get dressed. I made brunch reservations."

"No. And how did you get in?"

"It's what I do. It's all public records. AND your neighbors don't give a shit about security. I followed them in." Looking around, "You have no furniture in here." Lays across your bed, "At least you kept the bed. This was always a good bed."

You slap his denim clad leg, "Get up!" You got butterflies seeing Billy sprawled out on your bed. Too many memories flood your brain.

He leans up on his elbows and flashes his mischievous smile, "Go get changed or we can spend the day right here." He smoothes his hands over the sheets of your unmade bed. Before you stomp off, he sits up and pulls you onto his lap for a slow kiss, his hands tangling in your hair. "Please, Y/N. Let's enjoy the day together." You sigh and Billy wraps his arms around you burrying his face in your neck. You sit there for a bit enjoying the familiar feel of being in Billy's arms. He releases you and you go to change.

*****

Bill had reservations at Refinery Rooftop. It was a nice day out so the view of the city was beautiful. He remembered its your favorite brunch spot. You can never get enough of their Chicken and Waffles. It has this heavenly salted banana bourbon sauce that you could never quite recreate at home. You remember how much fun Bill is. He's a great storyteller who keeps you laughing.

You ended up going furniture shopping because Bill was right. The only furniture you brought with you was your bed and your favorite oversized club chair. Bill has a good eye for style so he helped you pick out a couch and coffee table. Some stools for the island in the kitchen. Not much can fit in a studio.

Bill helps carry up the stools for you. You open the door to the mess in your apartment and you groan. "I was suppose to unpack today," handing Bill a bottle of water.

"You're still productive. The couch and table should be delivered later this week. It'll feel like home in no time." He pulls you back against him, wrapping himself around you. "You want me to stay and help you unpack?"

You turn in his arms. "That wouldn't be a good idea."

"You want me to go."

"I don't want you to go. But I need you to go."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"Being in the same city changes things for me." Bill steals your next breath with a kiss. It's seductive and demanding, like the man himself. Fuck it! You push his jacket off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Billy breaks his kiss to pull his t-shirt off and unzips your dress letting it pool at your feet. You step out of it & all you're left in are matching blue lace bra and panties. He lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. You bury your fingers in his dark hair and angle his head to better tease his mouth with your tongue. He heads over to your bed, stubbing his toe against one of the boxes.

"Mother fucker!" He growls but doesn't release you.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Your apology made insincere by your laughing. He tosses you on the bed as he sits at its edge checking his foot. "Are you ok? Nothing broken?" You kiss the back of his neck.

Getting off the bed, you kneel in front of him. He stands and removes his jeans and boxer briefs quickly follow. You rise up on your knees. Taking his cock in hand. You kiss his tip, already tasting precum. Billy Russo has a fucking beautiful cock. Your tongue darts out to lick swirling patterns around his head. You feel Billy's fingers sink into your hair. You look up at him with a coy smile. You feel his hand tug at your hair bringing you closer. You open wider to take him into your mouth. You ease forward allowing him to penetrate you. Your tongue always teasing him. You continue pushing forward and hollowing your cheeks as you draw back. You repeat this as you increase your pace. He hisses out "fuck" and his hand tightens in your hair. You hum and you hear him moan. You take him in as far as you can. He moves your head forward and back with a little more force. Your mouth fucking him with long strokes. After a while he groans, "Enough." Pulling you off him and standing you up, Billy removes your bra and panties. "You're fucking soaked for me."

You nod and he kisses you breathless as his fingers are thrust deep inside you. "No. I want you. Please, Billy." He has you on the bed on your hands and knees in seconds. He thrusts inside you so hard you gasp. It would have been worse if you weren't so wet for him already. He starts fucking you hard. The sound of skin against skin fills your room. He grabs your hip with one hand and reaches around to rub your clit with the other. You start to lose control. Your thighs begin to tremble. The tension in your body is at the breaking point.

His warm and heavy breath in your ear, "Come for me." And you obey, with a cry and his name on your lips. He gathers your wrists behind your back, your cheek falling against the sheets, he continues to thrust inside you. Faster and harder, with uneven strokes until finally collapsing on you. Pushing you down into the matress. Raining kisses on your neck and shoulder.

For a split second you think that this was a mistake, but you ignore it and enjoy the weight and feel of Billy. You can regret it later.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend

#billy russo #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x reader #billy russo imagine #billy russo x you

[slime-quest]

"Before we do anything, I think we deserve a moment of celebration for our achievements." "Agreed!" The two of you dance victoriously. You earn a cool fifty silly points, bringing your total to a solid 2 Silly Tickets! Look at you go!! I'm so proud of you. <3 Tricky earns an undisclosed number of silly points. They also seem a little taller? Good for them!

You can put it off no longer. The lake lies before you, smooth, undisturbed. Weirdly calm after all the activity. "Let's grab hands so we don't get separated. I don't know what's down there, but I don't want to lose you." Tricky nods and clasps your hand. The two of you wade out into the water.

As a slime, you're not bothered by the lack of air, but you certainly feel the pressure of the water. You're a lot denser than water, and have no trouble staying on the cool grassy soil. The land slopes steadily as you head further out. The lake is a lot clearer than you expected it to be, making it easy enough to see, tho you're thankful that both you and Godrender glow in the dark.

The surface must be a good ten, maybe twenty feet above you, when you suddenly come to a drop off. You're about in the middle of the lake, and before you is a massive dark pit. It's so deep you can't see the bottom, save a soft red pinprick of light glittering in the dark. Small black bubbles occasionally trickle up from the darkness.

"That's... ohh.. oooohhh.... that's really dark..." Tricky peers over the edge nervously, "I-I don't know if we should go down there..."

Mirrow && There's nothing scary in the dark. It's just a place to hide. && "Whatever's down there, I'm sure we can handle it. We took on three of those wild things, lets clear this up, and then think of the amazing story you'll get to share! Your first adventure, Tricky!" Tricky blushes a little and nods with determination. "A-alright, I can do this! WE can do this!" They grip your hand a little tighter.

The two of you step over the ledge and begin to sink. Deep 󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪Deep 󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪Deep 󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪Deep 󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪Deeper 󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪and deeper and 󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪deeper 󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪and 󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪󠂪 󠂪deeper The surface begins to fade out of view as you descend. Soon you can't see it at all. It's just you, Tricky, and Godrender, illuminated in a small halo of light. You stop seeing fish. Tall, black kelp comes into view, lazily drifting in the currents disturbed by your descent.

You sink deeper and deeper and deeper. Humphrey ## I don't know if the ocean even goes this deep... ## Mirrow && Whatever's down here sure wanted to stay hidden huh.. && "How are you doin, Tricky?" "I'm... fine... it's kind of calming actually. It's so quiet. I'm just a little worried about how we're going to get out of here." "I- uh... we'll figure something out," you say, trying to sound confident, "Oh, hang on, I think this is that thing that was hiding down here."

You settle gently to the bottom of the lake. You brush away some of the kelp to reveal a stone statue of what looks to be some kind of mage. Its single eye is shut, but a glittering red light shines through the seam. Heavy looking metal chains are draped over the body and shoulders of the figure. Each link has intricate runes engraved in it. The whole thing is sealed with a large heavy padlock, which is also covered in runes. The figure has a hand stretched upwards, a single finger aimed at the surface. Small black bubbles slowly issue from the fingertip and lazily drift out of sight into the inky darkness above. "This appears to be an extremely powerful binding," Godrender says, "Please proceed with caution."

#slimequest #intermission 1

[mothchewed]

I made a pumpkin head for my scarecrow costume this year.

I used a balloon to form the original shape, then added more paper mache after removing the balloon for the bumps. I cut it down, filled in gaps with paper mache and model magic, added a stem with more model magic, painted it, and carved the face.

If I did this again, I would secure my stem more (probably with wire and would have super glue on hand) if I had a long stem like this time. I would give myself more time. I would cut the face/plan it first so I wouldn't have to carve out as much in that area. I would seal it so the paint and the mache wouldn't become wet and wipe off on other surfaces. I would paint it a bit more, some of the letters on the newspaper were visible. I wouldn't remove the balloon/I would fill it in with a second balloon after the inside dried so it wouldn't lose its round shape. I would plan the stem dip. Paper mache the carved face. I couldn't fit it in my locker so I'd probably find a way to separate it into 2 or more pieces, either with magnets or with straps. Use paint that's not at shiny

What I enjoyed:

I made the eye holes big enough, it sat pretty well on my head, I had a lot of room and it wasn't claustrophobic. It held up well. It was very sturdy, other than some spots at the bottom. I'm happy that I started it when I did (October 8th); I gave myself enough time (I just had to find more will to work on it more often). I'm proud of the diversity in the size of the pumpkin lumps. Some very small, some very large. I even tricked someone into thinking it was real!

One more note: I scared plenty of kids and got quite a few compliments. It's a very fun make :)

#goblincore #goblinfashion #handmade #papermache #pumpkin #pumpkin head #crafts