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#but i didn't want to have all that work to see it flopping so i guess i'll wait
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Just bought the hobbit
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#uh oh maybe the bestie was right after all 😐#to be fair I didn't watched the movies or got intrested in it out of spite I just really didn't care and it just didn't appealed to me#because I was never such big fan of fantasy like I still am not but I kinda dip my toes in the more 'mainstream' fantasy stories#because they are the most appealing to me I will never dig deeper#I also not really regret not watching it earlier because I don't think that I liked it at all#I rather give it it's time and wait till I'm actually ready for it because when it comes naturally to me I enjoy it more#it's hard to explain its like when you dislike a song at first but after a few years and your music taste grew its suddenly a good song#it just needed it's time till you developed in the direction and then it HITS#and it did hit even tho the movies are not that great but I still see it's greatness between all the bad stuff lol#I was like talking about that I might watch the hobbit for a year I think?#the reason I didn't try it till last week was because I hate 3 hour movies so much it's painful and I dislike Martin Freeman as an actor#well did my opinion about Martin Freeman changed? .......... uhm- 🤐#But what I want to say is: I don't think the Hobbit would have been absolutely brilliant if del Toro directed it I think it still woud have#been the exactly same just with an other visual style#like after all: del Toro was one of the script writers we shouldn't forget it#I also will not say it's Peter Jackson's fault because there are so many factors why the hobbit movies 'flopped' and the director choice is#not the first reason#I just think the hobbit got adapted at a very wrong time because the environment for fantasy movies was so against it's favour#like yes I will say its M*arvels fault because they created that environment in the first place#also I think the greed of Warner Bros is way more important than Peter Jackson work#if I had to create 3 movies in 3 years under time pressure and the original material isn't enough to fill 9 hours#I also would have sucked at creating it#and I don't think it's different for del Toro#also: i kinda think his style is not the right one for the hobbit actually? like he would make the hobbit really dark#like he also would have taken a lot of its silliness away by making it a kinda horror version#just look at Pinocchio: like it's still silly buts also really really dark#just saying in Peter Jackson's defense lol#like he was a hundred percent not the one who said: we sould make 3 movies lol#but NOW it's time for the crimes HE DID COMMIT#jule speaks
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seekingthestars · 2 years
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i truly am content with my choices, it just makes me laugh so hard every time i see an engagement/wedding/pregnancy announcement right next to me screaming about korean boy bands andjslakdjsl
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sweets4dolls · 2 months
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if you do alastor smut, could you whip something up with bunny girl reader, like imagine reader went to the hazbin hotel instead of val for work ~🍖
𝒷𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎 𝒻𝓁𝑒𝓈𝒽
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pairing: alastor + bunny!f!reader
content warnings: smut, blood, mentions of religion, consuming of blood, kinda prey/predator relationship??, dubious consent, not proofread
notes: yayayayayyy alastor! :] ps y'all should most definitely try coke w cherry syrup next time you go out its sooooo gooddddd.
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you were lost on the streets, wandering around and sniffling, up until charlie found you and brought you to her hotel, thinking that you would be a perfect fit after seeing your cute and pure soul all lost, looking like a bunny no less.
it didn't take long for you to catch Alastor's attention either - after all, it wasn't like the hotel was receiving people by the masses. so when you came in, cheeks puffed and lips chewed into a raw shade after having cried so much after having lost your way, and you were guided to the bar expected to order some type of alcohol, you didn't - you ordered a coke with cherry syrup.
from that moment alastor had watched husk put the ice into the cup, pour in the coke, and add the cherry syrup, he had kept a watchful eye on you as you played Charlie's games and bonded with the other people at the hotel throughout the day, ultimately pushing him to decide to invite you to dinner.
later into the night, you wandered into the elevator and walked into alastor's room, eyes wide as they wandered around, admiring the scenery and decor.
"sit down, my dear!" he exclaims with his consistent smile as he gestures to the empty seat across from him, watching you as you plop yourself down into it and look at the spread of desserts and meats he had arranged.
"sweets for someone as sweet as you!" he laughs with a radio cackle flowing through his transatlantic accented voice, "why, I wasn't sure if someone as delicate as you could handle something as heavy as raw meat."
"oh, thank you alastor!" you say as smile at him sweetly and your hands move to pick up a bottle of coke - of course. of course that was the thing your weak little wrist would pick up in that adorably meretricious fashion of yours, even before you bothered to peel off your sweater and place it on the back of the chair.
as the night moved on, alastor had you telling him all about your little life back on earth, how pious you had been, how dedicated you had been to the faith, how you just didn't know how you'd ended up here. the more comfortable you got, the more relaxed your posture became and the more you seemed to go on in tangents - not that alastor minded, you were very good entertainment.
"dear, before the night is over, I do want you to do one thing for me," he says, figure now leaning towards you across the table as you nod your head. "mhm, anything," just what he wanted to hear. "it just so happens that I've never had bunny flesh before - would you be so kind as to let me try some?"
your big eyes grow even wider as you hear this, before stuttering out, "oh, you want it to pass me to you? where is it?" nervously before alastor shakes his head, making his way over to you and placing a claw on your shoulder, "no my dear, I meant your flesh" he says, staring down at you like you were prey, "don't fret, I won't take a bite out of you or anything of the sort, ha, no!" he laughs out, "I would just like to sample the goods, if you will."
not wanting to seem rude, you nodded your head yes nervously , ears flopping about as you did - after he fed you dinner, it was the least that you could do, right?
"good girl" he says before placing a hand against your chest, holding you in place as he lowered his head down to the area between you shoulder and neck and pricked your skin open with his teeth, making you yelp as he did, tepid tears glossing your cheeks. as he licked at the wound, a warm claw came up to your cheek, cupping it as a thumb swiped at the tears.
he pulls back, licking smeared blood from his lips as he smiles at you, admiring the way your ears trembled and tail twitched. "would you like a taste?"
just as you part your lips to answer, his mouth finds yours, long tongue licking into your open one. you gasp lightly, making him chuckle as he leans towards you and gently pushes you from the seat to the ground so he can climb on top of you, removing his jacket as he does so.
blushing, you breathe heavily, your little head filled with anticipation and panties full of slick as he crawls on top of you, ripping your panties straight off. "don't worry darling, I just want a taste," he says gently kisses down your neck, lightly nipping and drawing blood as he does.
your body shudders as Alastor's mouth finds your clit, tongue tracing it lightly just before he pushes his fingers into your tight little hole, making you gasp. your hands scrape at the grass, getting dirt under your nails and on your arms as alastor continues to fuck you on his tongue and fingers.
"w-wait, alastor, I'm gonna-" he cuts you off mumbling from beneath your cunt, "I know darling," he states as his lips latch around your clit and suck, knowing just what you need as it sends your thighs shaking and tail twitching as you cum.
"you taste just as sweet as I expect," he says, grinning at you as he licks his fingers before giving you another open-mouthed kiss.
just as you catch your breathe, alastor is hiking your legs over his shoulders and undoing his pants as he presses fleeting kisses over his bite marks, distracting you until he starts rubbing the head of his cock over your sticky slit, slowly pushing it in.
you whimper as alastor coos in your ear, "I know, I know bunny," your eyes roll as he finally starts thrusting, hands in yours. his jaw clenches as you flutter around him, feeling every vein in his cock, making his hips speed up.
still sensitive from just cumming, you squirm beneath him as he hits it hard, getting the sweet spot inside you with each thrust. he ruts into you harshly, bruising your cervix as one of his hands massages your swollen clit.
sensing you getting close, he speeds up his movements until you're releasing on his cock, fucking you gently through your orgasm, cumming inside you a few moments later before giving you a soft kiss on your forehead.
"bunny might be my new favorite flavor of flesh"
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daintyys · 4 months
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all i wanted was you
fem!reader x touchy bestfriend!james potter, 500 words
modern/nonmagical au. pls send james reqs!! also this isnt proofread i needed to post it urgently. ps happy thanksgiving
"Have you eaten yet?" James asked, leaning in the doorway staring at you. Your cramps were unbearable, and the only way you could get any sort of comfort was curling in a ball on the bedroom floor. You mumbled a response, which he didn't hear. He made his way over to you, and sat on the floor next to you.
"Your period?" He questioned, rubbing your arm. You nodded and closed your eyes. His touch was so comforting. "I'm sorry, love." James whispered, helping you sit up.
You groaned, and wrapped your arms around your stomach. "I want to stay on the floor, James." He shook his head and took your hand, standing you up. "You need to eat, come here." He said, putting his hand firmly on your lower back.
He took you to the kitchen of your flat and you sat at the table. You tried not to cry as your cramping became worse. You laid your head on the table and brought your knees to your chest, trying to relieve pressure in your abdomen. "I know it hurts but you need to eat." Your best friend said as he put a bowl of soup in front of you. He sat beside you and adjusted his glasses so he could see you better.
You ate slowly, and once you were done, your cramps hadn't gotten much better. "Feel any better, Y/N?" James questioned, intertwining your fingers with his. You shook your head. "Nothings working, Jamie." You groaned. Standing, you made your way back to your bedroom and flopped on your bed. James followed, and crawled into bed with you.
He laid in between your legs with his head on your chest, keeping you warm. You sighed, his warmth was helping with your cramping. "Feels good, doesn't it, love?" He cooed, twirling your hair in his fingers. You nodded and smiled as you traced his spine. He laughed appreciatively and looked up at you.
"You're beautiful, y'know." James flattered.
You blushed, and kissed his forehead gently. "Most would say that was flirting with me, James." You hummed.
"It was." James crooned, moving his hands under your back to hug you closer. You hummed in approval and ran your fingers through his hair. "'M sorry you feel so sick, baby." He sighed. "I feel better now that you're taking care of me." You admitted. James squirmed a little, adjusting his position to look up at you again.
"A kiss would take all the pain away, Y/N." He grinned, and his glasses were lopsided on his face. You nodded, and he cupped your jaw in his hands, gently kissing you.
He pulled away, face burning red.
"You're right, that did help a lot." You smiled at him. James giggled nervously , and hid his embarrassed face in your chest. "Don't be embarrassed," You whispered. "I like you too."
You felt him laugh against your chest, and you soon found your bodies intertwined, being each other's one sense of complete comfort.
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hyuckiefluff · 10 months
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Pretty Boy
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pairing: na jaemin x f!reader genre: roommates to lovers wc : 1.2k + summary: you are determined to convince your roommate to let you put mascara on his pretty eyelashes but things escalate when playful touches become more intimate. a/n: this is a short story that i wrote in like an hour sorry if it’s kind of all over the place lol. it has an open ending so possible part 2 if it doesn’t flop?? tysm for reading <33
part 2
"Jaemin, come here!!" you followed him out of the room as he escaped.
"Nope! Not a chance!" Jaemin retorted.
"C'mon, you're being so dramatic,"
"I'm not the one trying to poke your eyeballs with a strange object," he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he walked away, keeping a safe distance from you.
"Please, it's just mascara. I'm trying to see how it looks on you," you said, practically sprinting after him across the shared department.
"When I agreed to room with you, I didn't know I was signing up to become your little experiment," he grumbled, effortlessly leaping over the couch and assuming a defensive stance. "Why do you even want to put mascara on me?"
"Like I said, you're being dramatic. And you have the prettiest eyelashes I've ever seen, so I must see what they look like all done,"
He rolled his eyes, having had this conversation with you before. You had always pointed out the unfairness of him having such long lashes but never doing anything to them.
"I'm not letting you come close to my eyes with that thing," he firmly stated, causing you to let out a sigh of frustration.
“Wait, what’s that behind you?” While you didn't expect him to actually fall for it, he momentarily looked over his shoulder, and in that split second, you swiftly jumped over the couch, landing right on top of him with a victorious war cry.
"C'mooon," he protested, but his hands instinctively found their place on your hips, keeping you in place.
"I'm just going to apply a little bit," you said innocently, moving closer to his face. He remained silent, which caught you off guard, considering how vehemently he had opposed the idea just moments ago.
His gaze was fixed on you, and you took it as an opportunity to concentrate on your task. You were so focused on not accidentally poking his eyes that you failed to notice what his hands were doing. He started slowly caressing your hips, it seemed like he was doing it unconsciously at first but then he started gently pinching and groping and it was getting harder for you to keep your hand steady.
"Does it usually take you this long to do this?" he asked, looking upwards as you worked the mascara brush on his lashes.
"Well, excuse me, but you're distracting me," you responded, pausing for a moment to give him an accusing look. When he met your gaze, you almost dropped the brush because of how absurdly beautiful he looked. His eyes appeared larger, framed by the now even longer and darker lashes. Despite his frown and occasional uncomfortable blinking, he looked mesmerizing.
You brought the back of your hand to your mouth, trying to hide the smile threatening to escape. However, he caught your gesture and gently took your hand, placing a kiss on it. "What are you smiling at? Do I look that ridiculous?" he asked, his voice lowering in tone.
"No," you replied, your voice slightly faltering. "You look good." If he hadn't already sensed your flustered state from the way your voice trembled, he certainly did when you flinched in response to his hands grabbing your thighs and pulling you down closer to him.
"Really? Show me then," he said, his gaze fixed on you. For a moment, you were confused, dazed by the way he was looking at you. Then it clicked, and you understood what he meant. Without hesitation, you pulled out your phone to take a picture of him.
As you captured the shot, you couldn't help but bite your lip at how intimate it looked. He was looking up at you through his eyelashes, a slight smile playing on his lips. The image clearly showed the fact that you were straddling him, his hands resting on your thighs. You knew you'd have to delete this picture after showing him because your best friends were notoriously nosy, and the last thing you wanted was for them to stumble upon a photo of you practically riding your roommate.
"Are you gonna show me or..." his voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you cleared your throat, handing him the phone. You would have gotten off his lap by now if it weren't for his hand still holding you firmly in place.
"Mhmm..." he hummed approvingly as he looked at the picture. "I like it. I'm sending it to myself."
"What? No, no," you panicked, attempting to grab your phone, but he held it out of reach, lifting it over his head. Retrieving it would mean getting even closer to him. Instead, you gave him a death stare and an expression that clearly said, 'Seriously dude?'
"If you like it so much, I can just take another one of just you," you pleaded.
"But I like this one because you're in it too," he responded, raising an eyebrow.
Your stomach dropped, and before you could form a coherent response, Jaemin propped himself up on his elbows, your phone abandoned somewhere behind him. His face was now incredibly close to yours, his minty breath filling the space between you. You couldn't move away, and if you're honest with yourself, you wouldn't even if you could. After two years of being roommates with Jaemin, you had grown used to him being clingy and affectionate, and while you had found yourself on his lap on previous occasions, it had never escalated to this level of intensity.
Unconsciously, you bit your lip, a nervous habit of yours, catching Jaemin's attention. He lifted his hand and gently caressed your bottom lip with his thumb, causing you to cease the biting. Now his focus was entirely on your lips, and perhaps it was your imagination, but he seemed to be getting closer. "Don't bite these pretty lips; you'll roughen them up," he whispered in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.
"Sorry..." you murmured instinctively, your voice sounding small and vulnerable. It was a clear indication that he was flustering you.
There were so many alarms going off in your head, warning you of the dangerous territory you were about to venture into. If you were smart, you would heed those warnings and run away.
"Okay, well, I'm done here, so..." you began to say, your voice trailing off.
"Are you? But there's a space here that needs taking care of," he pointed towards his eye, and as you leaned closer, you struggled to see anything out of the ordinary.
"What? Whe-" Your words were abruptly swallowed by his lips as they pressed against yours, catching you completely off guard. A whimper escaped your lips, met with a low grunt from him, as he skillfully moved his lips against yours. His hands found their way up from your hips to your waist, exploring the exposed skin revealed by your riding-up shirt. The kiss started off gentle but quickly escalated, his lips and hands working their way up your body. It was you who deepened the kiss, prodding him with your tongue, silently asking for entry. He sighed contently, granting you access, and the kiss grew wetter and more intense as your tongues danced together. His hips began to buck up, creating a delicious friction between your cores, eliciting moans from both of you.
There was no turning back now. You were well aware of it, and Jaemin seemed to understand too, as he pulled away from the kiss, suggesting, "Maybe we should move to the bed."
The implications made your lower stomach churn with a mix of excitement and nervousness, but you nodded, a smile playing on your lips.
"Let's go, pretty boy," you said teasingly, before darting away, Jaemin hot on your heels, eagerly chasing after you.
part 2
feedback is greatly appreciated! <3
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Imagine Katakuri getting a crush on you and Big mom arranging a marriage between you two
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Big Mom: -takuri... Katakuri!
Katakuri: *snaps out of his day dream* Oh yes, Mama
Big Mom: where were you, you've been distracted during meetings for days.
Katakuri: It's nothing, sorry mama, it won't happen again. I have some paper work to attend to, may I please be excused?
Big Mom: yes.
Daifuku: *soon as Katakuri leaves* I believe he's fallen in love, Mama.
Big Mom: Ehh, with whom?
Perospero: With (y/n), they attended your last tea party with their father, who owns the largest vanilla orchard in the world.
Big Mom: really? Are they single?
Daifuku: I ... I'm not sure, Mama.
Big Mom: I'll look into it then, in the meantime look after your brother, make sure he keeps up with his work.
Perospero and Daifuku: Yes Mama.
Daifuku: *once Big Mom is out of ear shot* Did we just sign Katakuri up to get married.
Persopero: Probably, you know how mama is about securing ingredients for sweets. And unfortunately for our dear brother, vanilla is found in most sweets, from angel food cake to zingers.
Daifuku: but what if (y/n)'s father doesn't agree to join and marry of his only child?
Persopero: If that happens Mama will do a hostile take over, and either marry or give (y/) to Katakuri.
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Later at Big Mom's residence
Katakuri: *arrives for a meeting only to find you in the conference room* Oh, what are you doing here?
You: My father has agreed to join your pirate group, and to marry me off into your family.
Katakuri: * sits next to you* ... Do you know who you'll be marrying?
You: not yet, but that's what this meeting is about.
Katakuri: *knows his mother only invites the child she wants to marry off to these meetings but doesn't want to scare you* no mater who you marry, I'll make sure you're taken care of and have everything your heart desires.
You: *gives him a weak smile* Thank you, Kata, you wouldn't believe relieved I am to hear that.
Katakuri: *extends his hand for you to hold* Mama, should be here soon.
You: *takes his hand and squeezes it with trembling hands*
Katakuri: You're shaking.
You: I've... just never not been under my father's protection, and I'm scared.... but I do feel better with you here with me.
Katakuri: *rubs the back of your hand with his thumb* Really? Even though we've only met a handful of times in the part?
Big Mom: *kicks open the door* (y/n)! I'm so glad you could come... Oh, I see you've already met your betrothed.
Katakuri: Me!?
Big Mom: *glared* You like them, don't you?
Katakuri: *blushes* mama! Please let's not embarrass me in front of our guest.
Big Mom: mmmr, very well, since you two are already getting acquainted I'll leave you to it. ... Oh, by the way the wedding is in five days. *Leaves*
Katakuri: Five days until we're married... *flops back into his chair and is lost in thought, coming to grips with the fact that he is to be married.*
You: ... I'm sorry about this I don't know what my father was thinking offering me up like this.
Katakuri: He didn't offer you up, Mama offered me up first. Mainly to gain your father's orchard, but that is beside the point. If there is anything I can do, please let me know. You probably won't be moved into my house until after the wedding, but I can have my sisters look after you.
You: You mean you won't be staying with me?
Katakuri: *takes your hands into his and presses them to his lips through his scarf* No, but only because I need to work double time, so you can have me all to yourself during our honeymoon.
You: ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠☉⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠☉⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄
Katakuri: *realizes how that sounded* Not that we have to do anything during our honeymoon that you don't want.... I'm going to go start on my work, I'll have Brûlée come and get you settled into your rooms, in the meantime please wait here.
You: Okay, and for the record, I look forward to... to having you all to myself during our honeymoon, if you catch my drift.
Katakuri: ⁠ ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁄⁠ロ⁠⁄⁠•⁄⁠ ⁠'⁄⁠)⁠⁄
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Watching the new @staff and @changes on tumblr who actually listen and respond to their userbase is so bizarre to see, because I feel like I've come full circle on the site.
I joined 10ish years ago (shortly post-Reichenbach, if that dates me) and that time was still solidly in the era of David Karp. Staff communicated but were overall seen as lovingly incompetent. Everyone used Missing E to fix all the problems, and then Xkit when Missing E stopped working, but nobody thought twice about it. We mostly just joked about how often they fiddled with the shade of background blue.
I remember the sale to Yahoo, and how it took a while to notice, but the site kind of just got worse. We got ads, which everyone hated. Changes were passed down from above with little to no fanfare. But staff was still there and making some effort to reach out to users; we got some of the best April Fools jokes in that era, like Coppy and Decision 2016 that showed that someone in there knew what users liked. Features like direct messaging and rebloggable asks and stacked posts were still coming through, even if the communication with users was opaque. Bots invaded every inch of the site. And then we got the porn ban, which snapped the site like a twig.
After Verizon bought tumblr, there were a few years where staff almost seemed to vanish, or did their best to hide what they were doing. I can't even remember the last few years of April Fools jokes, if they happened at all. Ads got bigger. Changes just happened and there was no way to tell if it was intentional or glitches. If they were intentional, they seemed almost malicious. Users started talking about shadowbans and tags getting wiped out and some posts not showing up in tags or searches and user deletions happening behind the scenes. Bots got worse and worse and less was done about them. If anything went wrong, there was no confidence that reaching out to support would do a thing. Staff was spoken about in posts with the same tone as Bezos or Google, just another tech giant slowly making our lives worse for the sake of squeezing another buck out of us and then selling us to the highest bidder. If nothing else, we could be proud of squeezing the resale value out of the site for them.
I don't know exactly what happened over the last year, if it was because of the sale to Automattic or other internal changes. But all of a sudden, staff started talking to us again. And we didn't fuckin trust em an inch, and rightly so. Changes got rolled out again, and we started complaining again, because we may have no power to make any web experience better so the least we can do is go down complaining.
But the things they started changing were... stuff we wanted? We got tag viewers, timestamps, dash customization, filtering that actually worked. Most new features get toggles so you can turn it off if you don't want it. Huh, we thought, that doesn't seem right. Ideas flopped like Post+, and god did we complain. But after we did... the features... changed? Staff started testing out the ideas that the users endorsed? Like tipping posts on a per-post basis to avoid copyright issues with fanworks and an ad-free subscription model? Huh, we said.
And the final nail in the coffin was that new iOS tag-copying "feature" that we all complained about to no end... that was actually a glitch. Not some coder's whim that got passed down and we just had to deal with it forever. Sorry, staff said, we'll get that fixed right away.
Huh, we said. Huh.
Aside from being an unexpected change for tumblr, it's making me realize how weird it feels in the internet as a whole to have some transparency and communication between site developers and the userbase. When I joined tumblr, forum culture and the heyday of the early creator-run internet were fresh memories. Staff who posted like users were common, and popular demand was the actual goal of web design. But now there is no social media where the developers speak directly to the users and incorporate real feedback into the changes they make. Algorithms drive everything, moderation happens silently, and it's impossible to tell what a human has laid eyes on. Decisions are made based on what can get the most eyes on sponsored ads and drive clicks. Social media is now Big Tech, driven by Big Money Decisions and ad space.
Having a staff who talks and listens to the userbase is a direct return to tumblr's roots and also the most jarring and noticeable jump back to Classic Internet that the rest of social media has long since abandoned.
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woso-dreamzzz · 2 months
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Arguments
Hardersson x Child!Reader
Part of The Big Adventures Universe
Summary: You're what's different
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Momma and Morsa don't yell at each other often but when they do, they're very loud.
It's one of the rare days that you're not stuck to their sides. You're off in your bedroom, digging through your toy chest because you promised Jessie that you would find your box of dinosaurs and bring it in tomorrow.
You don't play with your dinosaurs a lot but Jessie bought them for you when Momma and Morsa took you both to the museum and you think that Jessie should get to play with them too.
You can hear Momma and Morsa yelling through the door and that scares you a little. Not too much though because sometimes Momma and Morsa yell and when you go out to see them, they're kissing.
Adults are strange like that.
So, you poke your head out of your room.
Morsa storms past you. She gives you the tightest, most fake smile ever as she passes to go to her and Momma's room. Momma also goes past you, still yelling until they're debating back and forth.
"Where-Where's Morsa going?" You ask meekly from the doorframe as Morsa shoves clothes into her bag.
They both stop yelling to look at you.
"I'm just going to Johanna's for a little bit," Morsa says.
You frown. "Like a playdate? When will you be home?"
Morsa's throat bobs. "Like a sleepover." She shoulders her bag of clothes and kneels down next to you. She presses kisses to your cheeks and smooths down your hair. "I love you, okay? I'll see you tomorrow."
That makes you cry. Your knees buckle and tears drop down your face.
Morsa shouldn't be going to sleep over at Johanna's house and she and Momma shouldn't be fighting either. It's not fair and you sob as soon as Morsa's out the door.
Momma tries to calm you but you just scream and cry and flop back onto the floor and pound it with your hands.
It's all unfair.
You think you cry yourself to sleep that night but you're not sure.
One second your screaming and crying on the floor and the next Momma's curled around you in the Big Bed and the sun is streaming through the curtains.
You bring your pack of dinosaurs to practice for you and Jessie to play with but you're not very happy.
Momma and Morsa are still angry with each other so if you're standing by one of them, then the other is nowhere near.
"Morsa," You say softly as you stray from Momma's side at lunch," What's for dinner?"
"I don't know, princesse," She says with one of her fake smiles," You'll have to ask your Momma."
You don't like that and tug on the bottom of her top. "Why? You're the cooking boss."
Morsa's still wearing the fake smile as she pats your head. "I'm staying at Johanna's., remember Princesse?"
"Why? You already stayed at Johanna's!"
Morsa's got one of those adult looks on her face that means she's not going to tell you the full truth. "You'll have fun with Momma tonight," She promises you," You can sleep in the big bed if she lets you."
"Want to sleep in the Big Bed with you too!"
"I'm sorry, princesse."
You pull away from Morsa and go to hide under one of the tables. Millie's big and strong so no one will bother you as you duck under the one she's eating at and sit by her legs.
Your mind runs at a mile a minute as you try to work out what's wrong with Momma and Morsa and how you can fix it. You're only little but Morsa says you're very smart and you're determined to fix this problem.
You know that your mothers never used to argue when they were younger. Momma's old teammates used to tell you that your parents were disgustingly in love when they were younger.
You think that's kind of sweet.
They don't argue a lot now but you think they must argue more now than before when they were younger.
At first, you don't know what's changed from then to now.
You mull it over before Millie shifts her legs.
They press into you a little bit more firmly now and, suddenly, you know what's different.
You're what's different.
When Momma and Morsa were younger and didn't argue as much, they didn't have you. They're older now and they yelled at each other last night. The only difference from then to now is you.
You don't like how that makes you feel. Your stomach goes all tight and icky and your throat closes up as you try to hold back tears.
Momma once told you that if something is making you feel bad, you need to remove it from your life.
Momma and Morsa feel bad towards each other because you're what's different now.
You don't want to go. You don't know where you're meant to go so Momma and Morsa can feel better again.
You can't go to Johanna or Zećira because they're friends with Morsa and still see her a lot. You can't see any of the other Not-Wolfsburg girls for the same reason.
You can't even see moster Frido because even though she doesn't live in England, she still sees Morsa at camp.
Maybe you can go back to Wolfsburg and live with Alex or Ewa. They don't play on any teams with Momma and Morsa and, maybe, if you're gone then Momma and Morsa will be happy again.
You sniffle a little bit and crawl out from under the table.
You'll try to find a different solution first because you really don't want to leave.
"Momma," You say softly when you find her," Why did you and Morsa argue?"
Momma pulls a face. "We're not talking about that, princesse."
"But why?" You know you're pushing but you can't find a different solution if you don't know what the problem is.
"Princesse," Momma's voice is firm and you know you need to drop it," It's adult talk. Little ears don't need to hear it."
"Momma!" You say," I have to know! Why are you and Morsa angry?!"
"Enough!" Momma rarely raises her voice at you and it makes you suddenly flinch back and pull your hand out of hers. "I've said that you don't need to worry about it and I mean it! No more questions!"
"Don't talk to her like that!"
You hadn't realised Morsa was there until she spoke.
She and Momma start arguing again and that makes you want to cry again.
This time, they're definitely arguing about you.
You run while they're still distracted, your backpack bouncing as you move as fast as your little legs can carry you. You can feel the tears dripping down your face as you make little heartbroken noises from your throat.
"Whoa," Jessie says as you bump into her," Careful there." She's smiling but it falls the moment that she sees how distraught you are. She drops to her knees and gently wipes your tears. "What's going on?"
Your breathing is ragged and your shoulders rise and fall quickly. "Have to leave!"
"You have to leave?"
You nod and sniffle. "Have to go back to Germany! So Momma and Morsa can be happy!"
Jessie's a little shocked, trying to make sense of her thoughts as you go completely limp in her arms, sobbing your little heart out as you try to blubber out your reasoning.
She's still trying to work everything out when Magda and Pernille come running over, panting.
You flinch away from both of them, tears still streaming down your face as you try to hide away.
"I'm going!" You cry out.
"Where are you going?" Morsa asks as she tries to take you from Jessie.
"To Germany! So you and Momma can be happy again!"
"We're very happy," Momma says softly," What's going on, huh? Are you missing Germany?"
"Morsa's not at home!" You sob," And you're arguing now! Because I'm here!"
"We're not arguing because of you, princesse," Momma promises," Sometimes, me and Morsa have some big feelings that we argue about. It's not anything to do with you."
You sniffle and wipe away some of your tears as Jessie lets go of you. "But you're arguing. You never argued when I wasn't born."
Morsa chuckles slightly and reaches out to cup your face. You let her.
"We did argue before you," She says," You being here doesn't make us argue more. If anything, you being here makes us argue less."
You don't believe that but Morsa has no reason to lie to you. "Really?"
"Really."
Momma draws you into her arms and you go willingly, reaching your hand out for Morsa to take. She rubs over your knuckles and kisses it.
"We're very sorry that you got so worried about this, princesse," Morsa says as you sap up Momma's comfort," It's nothing to do with you. Me and Momma are just a little silly sometimes."
"You're staying right here," Momma promises you," Who else will cuddle with me in the big bed?"
That makes you giggle a little bit.
"Aw, man," Morsa groans even though her smile betrays her true feelings," Cuddles in the big bed? Again?"
You don't speak but you nod.
"My princesse is going to have all the cuddles in the big bed with me. If you're good, Magda, then maybe you can get Princesse cuddles too."
Morsa laughs. "I guess I can be good if it means Princesse cuddles."
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skaye44 · 22 days
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The Veterans Ball
Avengers Bucky
Summary: Your friend, secret crush, and mission partner Bucky has been spending a lot of time with you lately which you love. He forgot about an important ball him, Steve, and Sam have been invited to. He thinks you'll be his perfect date for it, but Steve has other plans and already has a date lined up. Your bff Sam offers to take you so you accept, not wanting to waste a perfectly good dress. You see Bucky's date and you start doubting yourself because she seems perfect. Little do you know, he's still got his eyes on you.
Content Warnings: Mild language (if any?), Oblivious knobhead Steve, Soft Bucky, FLUFF.
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You had just gotten back from a grueling weeklong mission with your new mission partner Bucky. You and he spent the entire week together, 24 hours a day. Sure, it was nice to have him around. He was the best mission partner you could ask for. He didn't really talk a whole lot, was reliable, smart, and always had your back.
What more could you ask for?
You had gotten to know each other well from being on this mission and perhaps re-igniting your crush you had on him when you first joined the team.
Sam was the only one who knew your feelings for Bucky. Sam was your best friend. You loved him like a brother to you. He was funny, smart, and caring. Him and Bucky didn't really get along that well but if they were out on a mission together, they made it work.
After supper, you were sitting on one of the comfy chairs in the living room of the compound reading a book. You must have dozed off because when you woke up, you had a fuzzy blanket on you, your book sat neatly on the coffee table with the bookmark in its place, and the blinds next to you were closed so the sunset wouldn't be hitting you directly in your eyes.
You looked around sleepily and noticed Bucky across from you watching TV. No one else was around. He glanced over at you and gave you a small smile, then he went back to watching the TV. You couldn't help but blush lightly, quickly moving your head down so he wouldn't notice.
Did he do this for me?
You stretched out your arms and back. Just then you noticed Steve and Sam walk in and sit down on the couch and chair next to you. 
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty" Sam teased as he grabbed the remote from Bucky. 
You scowled at him but smiled. 
"I'm tired" you said as you were getting up from the chair.
You folded the blanket and grabbed your book to head to your room.
As you were putting your book away on your bookcase, a knock came at the door. Your back was to the door "C'mon in" you said not paying attention to who was there. 
"Um, hi" a voice said from the doorway. It was Bucky. 
"Hi Bucky".
You turned around to face him. 
"What's up?"
You sat down on your bed looking at him. 
"Um, well, I..."
He was standing awkwardly looking around the room. 
"I was wondering...there's this thing…"
You were looking at him intently waiting for him to spit out his words. 
"This thing next weekend...I was wondering if you had any plans? It's a Veteran's Charity Ball Steve, Sam, and I are going to" he said now meeting your eyes. 
"I was wondering if you would like to go with me?" he asked in a hopeful tone.
You remained calm on the outside while your insides were doing flippy flops and cartwheels. 
"Oh, sure, I'd love to go with you". You smiled at Bucky. 
"Really?"
"Yeah, sounds like it would be fun". You smiled at him. 
"It's in DC. Steve, Sam, and I were planning on going and we are allowed one date each if we want".
He sat down on the edge of your bed. 
"Ok. Do I have to wear a gown and everything?" you asked. 
You knew full well what he was asking you to go to since Sam talked your ear off about it over the past month, even sending you texts about it while you were on your mission. You knew Steve was going but didn't think Bucky would want to go.
"Steve is getting all of the plans ready, so I'll have more information on it in a few days but yes, it's formal, so gowns and everything."
Bucky smiled at you. 
"Sounds good Bucky".
He got up from your bed and walked to your door and turned to you. 
"Goodnight, Y/n".
"Night Bucky".
When he left the room and you were sure he was far away from your door, you jumped on your bed and did a happy dance to yourself.
The next morning you met with Sam and Nat in the kitchen before heading to the gym to do a quick workout. You told them about Bucky asking you to the ball and they both gushed at you and smiled. 
"That's great Y/n. We need to find you a dress" she smiled. 
You didn't tell her about your crush, but you knew she could tell you were interested since she was amazing at reading people. 
"I guess we could go shopping later on".
You were all walking to the gym. 
"It'll be fun" she squeezed your arm.
As you walked into the gym, you noticed Steve and Bucky sparring on one of the mats in the corner. When Bucky saw you walk in, he stopped to look at you and smiled. As you and him were smiling at each other, Steve landed a punch to his jaw, knocking him back. 
"Ow, what the hell Steve?" Bucky yelled. 
"Sorry, thought you were ready?" Steve was walking towards Bucky to check on him. 
You and Nat giggled with Sam walking over to Steve. 
"Nice one Steve!" Sam exclaimed. 
Bucky scowled at both men and proceeded to leave the gym rubbing his jaw. Before he left, he walked towards you and Nat. 
"Hey Y/n, do you want to watch a movie with me tonight?" Bucky asked you while you were stretching. 
"Ok". You were trying not to have a stupid grin on your face. 
"Meet me in the theatre room for 7". Bucky smiled. 
"Sounds good".
He left the gym and you exhaled to calm your tummy down.
"What was that all about?" Nat asked. 
Sam walked over to you and winked. He heard what Bucky had said and was happy for you. Bucky was always nice to you, you both got along well when you weren't on missions, but he never really spoke much to you. You and he just finished a mission where you were with him non-stop. You did get to know him better since it was only the two of you and you were grateful for that. He really was a nice guy. On this last mission, you found yourselves talking in the evenings, playing cards, and laughing about things that Steve said or did. You had wondered why the change in Bucky's attitude towards you but shrugged it off.
You met Bucky in the theatre room for 7pm. He had popcorn, drinks, and a blanket ready to go. 
"What do you want to watch?"
"It really doesn't matter to me".
"Ok, how about this one?". He chose an action movie. 
"Sounds good".
You grabbed the blanket and put it around you. 
"Here" you draped the blanket over him. "We can share".
He smiled at you as the movie started playing. You watched the movie with Bucky and every so often you would chat about the scene or actor and make comments about the stunts causing you both to giggle and smirk. You were having such a good time you didn't want the movie to end. When it did, you were a little sleepy. Bucky walked you to your room even after you insisted it was fine, giving you a quick hug and peck on the cheek. You smiled like a dork and went to bed.
Over the next few days, you noticed Bucky was more and more drawn to you. He would open doors up for you, give you bottles of water if you were in the gym, help you in the kitchen of the compound, and would sit next to you on the couch if there was a show on everyone was watching. You loved it, and you were starting to fall more and more for him.
You and Nat went out and got a gown for the ball and some accessories like a bracelet, necklace, and new clutch. You ended up choosing a simple black chiffon v-neck long gown. It was elegant and you knew it would go great with anything Bucky was going to wear. You had thought about wearing dark red or a midnight blue colour, but decided this black gown was the one since it was so comfortable and easy to transport. Plus, you could always wear it again because it was a good classic style, and you were very practical when it came to buying expensive fancy dresses.
As you and Nat were walking back into the compound with your gown in the garment bag, you noticed Sharon Carter was there, talking with Steve. You weren't a big fan of hers simply for the fact that you didn't trust her.
She was a great agent, always around for support, was smart and strong, but you didn't trust her one bit. She always made you feel uneasy, but you just ignored it since everyone else seemed to like her. Well, Nat wasn't so sure about her, and she knew Sharon made you feel anxious so she would always try and get you far away from her as possible.
"Hi Sharon". You walked in trying to be civil to her. 
She smirked at you and left the room, leaving Steve and Bucky standing there looking at you. 
"Hi Y/n". Steve said then he walked away.
"What's going on?" you asked no one in particular. 
Bucky was standing there with a sad look on his face and was unable to look at you. Sam walked into the room and noticed your bags. 
"Oh, I hope you found something good". Sam hugged you. 
"Sure, did Sam".
"Buck, what's wrong?" you asked. 
"Um...well. It's..."
Bucky looked at the floor. 
"What is it?"
You grabbed his hand. 
That seemed to snap him out of it, and he looked into your eyes. You could get lost looking into his eyes, but noticed they were a little stormy and sad looking now. 
"Spit it out Barnes". Nat was firm as she put her hands on her hips.
"Well, when Steve was making plans for the ball, he forgot to tell me him and Sharon already had a date for me". He looked down. 
"Oh..."
You let go of his hand, feeling like you got a punch to the gut.
"That's ok". You gave him a half smile. 
You were literally dying on the inside and was praying for a hole to swallow you up. 
"Another time Bucky". You flashed him a oft smile. 
"I'm so sorry Y/n". Bucky looked conflicted. 
"Really, it's ok. I can take the dress back." you re-assured him. 
"Plus, I now have the weekend to relax in my sweatpants and eat cake". You tried to make light of the situation. 
"What the hell Bucky?" Sam glared at him. 
"Sam, it's ok, you guys go and have a good time".
You smiled at them while you were walking away. Nat rolled her eyes at Bucky and walked with you to your room.
"Are you ok?" Nat asked while following you in. 
"I'm good". You looked at the garment bag you hung up. 
"I thought things were going great. You sat down on the bed. “I had thought he was liking me. We were spending time together and having a good time".
"Want me to stab him?" Nat asked. 
"No" you chuckled at her. 
"It's not his fault. It's crazy Sharon's and forgetful Steve's fault" you mumbled.
Nat watched you intently.
"It's really ok Nat" you reassured her.
"I'll take the gown back tomorrow".
"Ok". Nat stood up.
"Sure you're ok?" she asked. 
"I'm good". You gave her a proud smile. 
"Liar" she said as she was leaving your room. 
When she left, you got up, locked the door, and proceeded to fling yourself down on your bed and cry silent tears. You had thought this weekend would be an amazing one, spending it with Bucky, dressing up, dancing, and possibly telling him how you felt. You felt stupid, awkward, and sad all at the same time.
"Morning Y/n" Sam said from the kitchen table. 
"Morning Sam". You grabbed a coffee sitting down next to him. 
"Hey, I was thinking..."
Sam looked at you. 
"Come with me to the ball".
You thought about it.
'It's ok Sam".
Just then Bucky walked into the kitchen. He looked tired as he had bags under his eyes and his hair was a little unkempt. He noticed you and Sam were sitting at the table. He grabbed a coffee and walked to the couch, not wanting to talk to anyone. 
"It'll be fun". Sam squeezed your hand. 
"You already have a dress, so just come with me...please?" Sam whined.
You thought about it some more. It could be fun going to a ball as you've never been to one even if it was with Sam and not Bucky as you had hoped. Sam was a lot of fun so you knew it would be a good time. 
"Ugh, Ok, fine Sam!"
"Yes!"
Bucky heard this and got up from the couch. Steve and Sharon walked into the kitchen. 
"Looks like you have to return your gown" Sharon smirked at you while she helped herself to a muffin. 
"Actually, Sam is taking me". 
"That's great Y/n" Steve said. 
You thought Sharon scowled at your words but couldn't quite tell as Bucky stepped in front of her to re-fill his mug. You noticed he had a small grin on his face, but he turned around before you could see him fully.
The day before the ball, you and Sam packed the truck and went back to the kitchen to say goodbye to Nat. As you were talking with Nat, you saw Sharon, Steve, Bucky, and a blonde girl follow behind.
"Guys, this is Ella, Ella, this is everyone" Sharon announced to the room. 
"Ella will be accompanying Bucky this weekend. She's in the records department at SHIELD".
 Sharon looked directly at you. 
You wanted to punch Sharon so bad you were clenching your fists tightly to compose yourself.
Of course, Ella was beautiful with her full pouty lips, dark green eyes, beautiful blonde hair, and tanned skin.
You wanted to slink away under the bridge you felt you now lived under while you stood next to her.
How is Ella so perfect looking?
"Nice to meet you".
Bucky had his head down but was looking at you the entire time. He saw the hurt on your face but felt he was unable to do anything about it. 
"Well, we should go!"
Steve happily announced and oblivious to the tension in the room.
The four of them were driving too, in one small car.
Great.
Bucky and Ella would be crammed in the backseat for the entire drive, touching their legs together and having to make small talk with each other. You suddenly felt a little queasy and sick to your stomach. Thank God Nat stood up and hugged you tight as you felt lightheaded from the stress. 
"Don't worry, try and have a good time. It's only a weekend" she whispered to you as she squeezed you. 
"I know".
"See ya Nat."
Sam walked you to his truck. 
"Want me to say anything?" Sam asked as you drove away. 
"No, it's ok. I'm looking forward to going. I think it’ll be fun." You patted him on his arm.
You arrived in DC and the hotel you were staying at. You were thankful that it was across the street from the event centre where the ball was being held and you had your own room. You and Sam had adjoining rooms, so you were happy about that. When you saw Bucky walking down your hall, he opened the door next to Sam's. If he wanted, he too could have opened his adjoining room so you would be altogether, but he didn't. This made you slightly sad. You had no idea where Steve or Sharon ended up since you didn't see them on your floor and truthfully, you didn't care either. You were thankful Bucky had the last room on the hall as Ella was also no where to be found either.
You managed to find a hair and makeup stylist to come to your hotel room the day of the ball to help you get ready. Lots of people were staying at the hotel who were also going to the ball, so there was a lot of energy happening. You were excited, yet slightly sad about the night ahead.
Sam hung out with you until the stylist arrived, leaving you to get ready. He did tell you that Bucky spent most of the day inside of his room and away from Sharon, Steve, and Ella. Part of you was glad but the other part of you wanted to hang out with him and him not be sad.
The stylist took almost two hours with you, perfecting your hair and makeup. You opted for a more dramatic make up look instead of the usual natural and simple look you normally had. You also let the stylist keep your wavy hair natural, putting product in it to keep it shiny and defined.
He left your hair mostly down putting some of the front pieces back and away from your face. For parties, you mostly wore your hair up or away off your face in a low bun, so this look was completely different than what you normally had. You thanked him as he left your room leaving you to change into your dress.
You put on your accessories, grabbed your clutch, and put your shoes on just in time for Sam to walk into your room. 
"Wow!" he exclaimed as he spun you around. 
"You look amazing Y/n".
"Thanks Sam".
You leaned up and kissed his cheek.
He was wearing a simple black tux with a small American flag pin on his lapel. 
"Man, you're lookin' good". You smiled at him and adjusted his pin. 
"C'mon, let's go".
Sam took your arm and walked you to your door. 
You were in the elevator when it stopped two floors below you. The doors opened and you saw Steve enter and Sharon behind him. Ella walked in and Bucky was behind her. The doors closed and it was the most awkward four-minute elevator ride you have ever been on.
You noticed Sharon's dress first. It was a dark blue dress and was shiny satin. Her hair was pinned up in a loose bun. Steve had a dark blue tux on that brought out his eyes. He was quite handsome and honestly, they looked good together you thought to yourself. You looked at Ella, and she was wearing a tight red lacy dress that hugged her tiny figure, her hair was up, and her makeup was soft looking. She looked beautiful too and part of you wanted to slap your own face for thinking that, but it was true, she was beautiful. She reminded you of Rapunzel you thought to yourself.
You looked over at Bucky who was also wearing a simple black tux, but he was in all black including his shirt and tie. He looked amazing as the darkness of the tux brought out his clear blue eye colour even more. He was also looking at you too, unable to take his eyes off you.
Sam nudged your arm as he saw Bucky staring at you, but you just ignored it since Ella had him tightly by the arm and was laughing at something Sharon whispered. You wanted to now punch them both out you thought to yourself. Sam squeezed your arm as the doors opened.
He could feel you tense up and smiled softly at you. 
"It's going to be ok" he whispered as you both walked across the street to the event centre which looked like the Fourth of July threw up all its decorations on the outside of it.
You walked into the ballroom with Sam on your side and found your table. Luckily, Sam knew almost everyone sitting at the table, so you were able to make small talk with everyone. This made the dinner less awkward and by the time dessert was served, everyone was laughing and having fun.
You glanced over every so often at Steve and Bucky's table. They were sitting and staring awkwardly at each other which made you giggle and slightly feel bad. Your table was the life of the party, and you were having a good time. You sat next to a fighter pilot whose name was Mark. He was dashing, smart, and funny making you giggle and laugh at his corny jokes, but you felt he was a bit too cocky and sure of himself.
Once the formal dinner and speeches were finished it was time for the party to start. You noticed Steve and Bucky's table scatter, leaving the four of them alone. Ella was draping herself all over Bucky and laughing extra hard and loud at the things he was saying.
He wasn't that funny.
Wait, he was funny as you thought about the last mission you were on and the laughs you shared together.
He had a quick wit that was slightly sarcastic as you thought more about it. Damn him.
Your heart kept breaking the more you stared at them.
Luckily, fighter pilot Mark tapped you on the shoulder and asked you to dance which you accepted and moved to the dancefloor. When you walked by Steve and Bucky's table, Bucky brushed his hand in yours causing you to stop slightly as he smiled up at you. You smiled at him but quickly walked with Mark to the dancefloor. You danced to the songs and were able to grab a drink from the bar as Mark excused himself to go and chat with more people.
You saw Bucky keep his eyes on you when you danced which only made you feel weirder and more uneasy. You noticed Bucky was still at the table with Ella, but you saw she had her back turned to him and was now focused on something Sam was saying. Good god you thought to yourself.
You noticed Sam sat down at Steve and Bucky's table so they could all chat together. You wandered around the room, taking in the decorations and band when you noticed a small, quiet area off to the corner where there were couches and a fireplace.
Thankfully the room was empty as you sat down on a couch in front of a fireplace and closed your eyes. You closed your eyes and rubbed your forehead with your hands and stretched out your neck moving it from side to side trying to release some tension. When you opened your eyes, Bucky was standing in front of you. 
"Can I sit down?" he asked. 
"Sure". You smiled at him.
"Look, I'm sorry about this whole situation". Bucky said. 
"I never thought Steve would do this".
Bucky turned to face you. 
"I should have asked you to be my date here sooner but then our mission was approaching, and we had to prepare for that. Then we were on the mission and honestly, I forgot all about it until Steve reminded me when we got back. He said there was a plus one for me and I instantly thought of taking you. I asked you and was surprised you said yes not understanding Steve had a plus one already for me." Bucky admitted.
"It's ok Buck. I was happy you asked me to accompany you. I was looking forward to being your date to this. I was sad when you told me Steve and Sharon had a date for you, but I understand there was nothing you could do. It was an awkward situation for you."
"Really?"
"Really, it's ok. It turns out I am kind of here with you anyways thanks to Sam". You grabbed his hand. 
Bucky smiled at you and looked down at your connected hands. He would have to thank Sam about this later he thought to himself.
"By the way, how is your date anyways? I didn't see you dancing with her. You like to dance right?" you smirked. 
"Ugh, don't get me started. I don't want to be near her. She's fake and kind of mean. Her laugh is the most annoying as she sounds like a dying hyena. I see why her, and Sharon get along so well" Bucky admitted rubbing the back of his neck. 
You snorted a giggle which caused Bucky to laugh. 
"Sorry." You rubbed your nose.
"Since Sam sat down at the table, she ignored me and is now all over him" Bucky said with slight disgust. 
"I saw that guy you were dancing with earlier; he's danced with half of the ladies here already" Bucky frowned. 
"Oh, you mean Fighter Pilot Mark. He's a nice guy, but I don't trust him. Too flashy for me. I prefer quiet, kind, slightly sarcastic, handsome, 107-year-old men. Know anyone who fits that description?"
He blushed and smiled back. 
"I think I do".
Bucky was inching closer to you on the couch. 
"Can I tell you something Y/n?"
You nodded.
"You're the most beautiful woman here. You look stunning. That dress is gorgeous on you". Bucky whispered in your ear giving shivers down your back. 
"Don't tell Sam this because it would totally go to his head, but I wished I was him when he got to escort you here".
Bucky now sat dangerously close to you. How did that happen?
His thigh was now touching yours and his arm was wrapped around your waist as he held you.
"I won't" you smiled.
"Can I kiss you?" Bucky whispered in your ear. 
You nodded and leaned into him as he gave you a warm, soft kiss.
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saeist · 7 months
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"how many times do i have to say it? no" nagi breathes out, barely even acknowledging your presence as he continues to play on his computer in his dorm room
with a loud huff, loud enough for him to hear even with his headphones on, you flop down at his bed, sprawling your arms around as you stare up at his ceiling
"c'mon sei! i'm literally almost legal but yet i still don't even have a first boyfriend, let alone a first kiss!" you complained, throwing your hands over you face
you see nagi shrug before retorting something along the lines of 'what does that have to do with me'
"nagiiiiii" you drag out, hoping to get a reaction from him. to which, you do get a reaction from him! his signature look of boredom.
"fine. i'll help you"
"yay" you clapped your hands
"only if you buy me 5 battlepasses and whatever i want on the nightmarket" nagi bargains
with a deep sigh, you agree "fine!"
after a bit of more complaining to nagi that you were infact bitchless for most of your life and you're getting a little desperate to get some action as you are a junior in college and two, most of your other friends that isn't nagi are in relationships which makes you a tad bit jealous that you are gonna die alone anyway without getting some any action
you don't know how you even got to this point of the conversation where whether or not nagi has or had been in relationships but here you are now
"so wait, let me get this straight.." you pause, holding your palm out as a way of making nagi pause whatever he's mumbling about, "you already kissed someone?"
nagi shrugs again, "it was only because of some spin the bottle shit reo made me play at some party we went to"
"so that makes you experienced then?"
"not really"
"but you already have your first kiss?"
"i guess?"
"then you are experienced!"
nagi gives you a puzzled look as he lies down next to you. "what do you want me to do then?" he asked, just so he can be done with it
"i want you to teach me how to kiss" you turn to look at him with a glint of your eyes that basically screams "i am determined to get the perfect first kiss with someone i will pursue"
nagi looks dumbfounded at your completely bizarre request. he looked at you like you just grew a second head
"what the fuck"
in the end nagi does eventually give in (not because you totally bribed him again into buying him an entire collection worth of items at his nightmarket and some battlepasses that could easily be around 3 months worthwhile)
so now here you were, seated across from nagi, ready to learn how to kiss and what better way to learn than to ask your best (and only) friend at your college!
"so do i just close my eyes or..?" you start, beginning to feel self aware at the situation that you brought yourself onto
"i'd prefer that" nagi retorts, making you giggle a bit because of how funny he sounded
"okay.. okay" you breathe, closing your eyes as you slowly start leaning in.
"... my eyes are now closed"
for the record, nagi didn't really mind nor care if you opted to opening your eyes while doing this whole thing but he just doesn't want to see you see him all worked up
"i'm leaning in" nagi warns you, so that you won't feel like he's being invasive or all that funky shit. basically he just didn't want you to get the wrong idea
and so, your lips meet.
"congrats, you got your first kiss" nagi casually says as not even a millisecond later, he pulls away and moves to the other side of his bed
"nagi! that was barely even a kiss!"
"how would you know if you never had it before this?" he retorts, making you heat up in partial embarrassment because it was true that you didn't have your first kiss yet and the other reason being which that he was technically your first kiss
"i-i just know, okay damn it!" you stammered, "let's do it again!"
"if you want to kiss me that badly just say so" nagi attempts to make a joke to lighten up the dampen mood but from what you think, he just worsened the whole situation
"haha very funny nag–" before you could even finish your sentence, nagi crashes his lips against yours.
instinctively you placed your hands over his chest to which he places them over his neck, giving him more room to suck your face off.
you may or may not have accidentally moaned in the midst of this activity you two were doing which prompted into something more
you were now laying flat at his bed with him hovering you. still not breaking the kiss whatsoever. his shirt long gone, now at the floor. everything was going smooth
that is until reo decides it would be the most perfect time to barge in to tell nagi about how he just got a new pair of soccer shoes that were issued at the latest soccer magazine
"nagi! you'll never believe what i just got! it's the one messi just wore at the cover of– JESUS CHRIST"
reo basically shrieked, shielding his eyes with said magazine.
you and nagi basically separated. your eyes dart to nagi's shirtless body and to reo who was looking between you and nagi. just in time for a hypothetical light bulb to pop up at the top of his head
"oh.. i'm just gonna" reo throws his thumb back at nagi's door and dashes out before yelling "be safe you two!"
when the door closes, you and nagi both sigh in relief that he was gone but the damage was done
"well.."
"uhh.." you fiddled with your fingers, unable to look at nagi in the eye.
"how was that then as your first lesson?" as always, nagi just seems to find a way to try and cut the atmosphere although this time, it worked.
"it was a splendid demonstration. i'll rate it a 8/10" you applaud
nagi crawls over to you with a small mischievous glint in his eyes. he traps you in between his arms as he stares down at you.
"just an 8?"
feeling a little frisky, and obviously enjoying what was going on earlier right before reo interrupted, you decide that maybe learning from nagi wouldn't hurt a thing or two
you throw your hands over nagi's neck before responding to him
"could you show me how you did that thing earlier with your tongue again? i couldn't quite get that" you say in a fake curious tone making nagi chuckle
"okay. let me demonstrate it to you again. thoroughly" nagi whispers before catching your lips with his.
you went to school with nagi's hoodie the next day and people (and reo) could only guess why
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I would like to request more slasher x reader whos on the period and is just emotionally exhausted and does a fall hug on them and sighs 😞
I actually looked up period aesthetic on Pinterest 🤦‍♀️ (didn't work, I had to instead looked up blood stain aesthetic)
Ps: why the fuck did I think it was a good idea to put blood stains pictures here, and also this might be the last post for this week and the next week, since my exams are only one week away I really need to start focusing on my studies. I love you all, byee :)
Slashers in this are: Michael myers, sinclair brothers, Jason, and lastly, Billy and stu
Warnings:
Relationship: romantic!!
Slashers with exhausted reader on her cycle!
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Michael
Michael sat rested on the couch of your living room. Letting himself sink into the soft cushion. This day was particularly satisfactory by far... Except for one thing.
You were ignoring him. You've stayed in your room with food and a bunch of other stuff saying you were on your period, you've explained to him before and stuff. But that didn't give you the right to ignore him. What did he even do anyway?
Deciding thinking about why his s/o's mad at him on their period isn't his thing, he shuts his eyes and prepares to pass out.
The silence and the comfy atmosphere. Not too hot not too cold, slightly slouching to his side now that the drowsiness is getting to him. Until he hears the door open ,your door open. he quickly sits straight waiting for your figure to come into the living room.
Are you mad at him right now? Are you going to yell at him? Did he forget to do something?
He sees you enter the room and make eye contact with him for a few seconds, waiting for you to do Or say something. He becomes a bit alert when you start walking towards him, you don't seem to have a bit of aggression in your manner and you just seem... Tired.
flop!
Next thing he knows you're on top of him with your hands around his body. Sighing loudly you don't do anything and he starts hearing you softly snore.
Maybe just these few times you can physically get this close to him. He takes a few breaths before his eyelids start feeling heavy again and he starts to feel less and less energetic.
Subconsciously he puts his hand on your back as the two of you slumber into a deep sleep together.
Sinclair brothers
Bo's not really the best in verbal comfort but he sure is one hell of a good physical one. He sat on the couch reading a newspaper after a long day of being mean. Having a cup of coffee on the small table next to the couch you kinda wanted to laugh. Your overly aggressive boyfriend sitting so quietly and almost innocently on the couch on a Thursday morning is really a contradiction to his usual behaviour. But the inner exhaustion is making you dramatic. Walking over to him he notices you. "What?" He questioned, not a single sound of roughness in them. Hmm, maybe he really was in a good mood today. Taking this as your sign you grab his newspaper and then fall on him dramatically, not forgetting to hug him as you do so. Sighing as you feel the warmth of his body seeping into yours. "What do you think you're doing?" He asks a bit annoyed and a bit more confused. You place the paper on the arm rest on the couch and just continue to rest on him. Bo stays quiet for moments before he wraps his arms around your waist. "Well you could've just told me if you wanted a hug." He chuckles a bit. Let's just hope this isn't cut short.
Vincent Although can't really talk or comfort you verbally, is willing to do anything for you. Acts of service, physical touch, gift giving... Anything. Especially since you're on this painful and tiring process called "a period" He's on his bed reading a book he got from a traveller. Flipping through the pages he hears steps coming towards his room. He memorised your footsteps by now and closed his book but kept his fingers in between where he was reading. He saw you in his sight and tilted his head as to say "is there something you need?". You smiled a bit and went towards him and your body went softly crashing into his. Tightly hugging around his neck and you sigh because honestly hugging him was the most comforting thing ever. Vincent's a bit startled but rubs your back as he realises you're just tired. He kisses the top of your head through his wax mask and he starts blushing and grins when you turn to him and his cheek. He couldn't help but fall for this side of you every single time.
Lester was the best at any kind of affection. So anytime you felt the bit of sadness you immediately went to him. Today or during the cycle was no exception, trotting over to find your lovely dearest boyfriend you needed someone to lay all your love on right now. You finally saw him, Lester who was dropping by for a few days to accompany his brothers was on a couch with Vincent, it seemed they were silently discussing something. Probably they broke the wooden floor and were planning on how to tell Bo without angering him. (Impossible) besides all that, you just wanted to feel your lover's warmth around yours. Lester who noticed you after Vincent did, immediately lights up with a goofy smile. "Hey baby! How are you doing?" You instantly knew he was referring to your cycle, you gave a small smile on your tired face. You walked over to him with your arms extended and fell on him. "Woah!" He relaxes after a few seconds. He strokes your hair as you lay quietly on him. (Vincent third wheeled his way out of the room.)
Jason
It were a particularly quiet and peaceful few days camp crystal Lake. Which was a very good thing which meant a longer spending time with your undead boyfriend.
Especially since being on the flow meant more emotional draining. And although your boyfriend wasn't the warmest in body heat, he definitely was the warmest in showing you his love.
He was on a bed just resting because he didn't really have anything else to do. He didn't wanna bother you since you said you were on your period and didn't wanna risk you getting mad at him. (He would be extremely sulky.)
In his train of thoughts he hears footsteps creaking and immediately gets up, did a trespasser come into the cabins without him knowing? He grabs his machete that was on the ground and prepares for any sort of unfamiliar faces, he sees your face and sighs. He drops his machete as he realises he almost hit you with it.
You see him and stare at him for a few moments. He tilts his head and you start walking over to him and jump on him with your arms around his body.
He presses his mask against your head as you sigh. He couldn't express how much he loves you if he were honest. He strokes your head as he thinks so.
Billy n stu
You knew who to go to when you needed some physical affection. Having two people around you was more than enough.
You couldn't bother telling them about the problems and pains of your period since they're both lowkey air heads.. Just one of them is a bit smarter but definitely more sassy with a shit more attitude.
You slowly made your steps over to where you heard bickering, you saw the two of your boyfriends who you could see were talking about a horror movie most likely. You lazily walk to them, damn. They still don't notice you yet.
You decide to just fuck it and throw your body to where they were and Billy made a surprise grunting noise as Stu just yelped.
"Jesus! You fucking scared the shit out of us Y/n!" Billy exclaimed. Stu made a small "yeah!"
You just sighed tiredly. You wrapped your arms around both of them. "Well, we were just about to watch a movie. Wanna join us?" You just nodded as you felt them adjust themselves around your grip.
You relaxed after you felt Stu hug you tightly as Billy started going through the tapes with his legs around yours.
You were starting to relax until they started bickering again. Damn they couldn't shut up could they?
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hiii, can i request a e-42 miles morales where he just wants to be comforted but he’s that miles so obviously he doesn’t want to admit it and puts up a strong facade in front of reader but she knows what’s up. thank you!!
— After Dark
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pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ e-42!miles morales x reader
summary ⁺˚⋆。°✩₊ you have come to know miles so much that you know when he is stressed and in much need of comforting even when he tries to act tough in front of you.
warnings ✧˖ ° angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, kissing, miles is our baby boy and needs to be held, cuddling, you being a good partner.
m. list, main m.list.
translations ✧࿓☾ bonito: handsome/or pretty boy, (mi) princesa: (my) princess, cariño: dear, amor: love, te amo tanto: i love you so much, mi angelito: my little angel.
a/n . . ◟੭ hey, sweet anon! i felt this request in my heart while writing it, hope you enjoy!
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you were awaken in the middle of the night by the creak! of your window as it was forced open, you flopped back down from your sitting position after realizing who the intruder was. your boyfriend, miles morales.
"bonito, what are you doing here?" you asked him, you felt exhausted and when you looked at the clock on your nightstand you noticed you had only slept for an hour.
"sorry for waking you, princesa." he apologized, then sat on the end of your bed just examining your face. he did this often, but now there was something off with him.
"what's wrong?" you sat back up, and moved until you were kneeling on your bed right in front of him, taking his head in between your hands.
"nothing, mami." he shook his head, a small smirk making its way to his face as he looked you up and down.
the covers had come off when you moved towards him and in the process revealing your pijama shorts along with the pijama cami top.
"miles, don't play with me." you warned which wiped the smirk off his face. "tell me what's up with you."
"it's nothing, cariño. don't worry about it." he dismissed once again.
"mhm..." you hummed, then proceeded to get off your bed to kneel on the floor. grabbing his feet, one by one, you took off his jordans. you put them to the side neatly and stood back up, unzipping your boyfriend's jacket while he just observed then you took that off too and since he doesn't like sleeping with a shirt on you took it off of him.
"come on," you said getting in bed once again and grabbing his hands, pulling him up the bed which he obliged to.
he laid under the covers with you, between your legs with his head on your chest as you ran your hand up and down his back trying to bring as much comfort to him as you could.
it was silent for what felt like hours and you couldn't figure out if he was sleeping or not because of how relaxed his breathing had become, but you had your answer when he spoke up again.
"it's my mom,”
you stayed silent, wanting him to continue at whatever pace he would like to.
"she keeps working overnight shifts and i know she is doing all of that to provide for me, but it hurts me so much to see her work herself so hard like that. it makes me feel like a burden to her, because if it wasn't for me she wouldn't have to do that." he took a shaky breath, pausing.
once again you remained silent, not pushing him to continue.
"when she comes home she looks so tired and she doesn't even sleep that much because she immediately starts worrying about how i didn't eat properly and if my clothes are washed or some other stuff and it just makes me feel like shit seeing her like that and all because of me." he finishes.
you waited just in case he had something else to say before you said anything, when he didn't you took his head in your hands making him look up at you. you wanted him to look you in the eye as you spoke.
"miles morales, you're not a burden to your mother." you stated, loud and clear. the thought that your parents might hear you did not go through your head. "she works like that not only because she is raising a child all on her own and has to take care of him because she loves him so much, more than anything in this world. she also works like that so that she can be able to provide for herself. she works like that because she is a strong, beautiful and independent woman who others can not compare to. miles, you're her son, of course she would do all of that and more for you because the love of a mother is something that is unrivaled."
you took a deep breath. "if tia morales had considered you a burden, don't you think that she would've given you up to some child system or whatever? but she hasn't and would never do it, i know she wouldn't. she loves you just like you love her."
miles was looking at you, eyes watery but only one tear came out before he wiped it off, breaking eye contact as he did this. he buried his head on your chest for a moment.
"so if you ever feel like a burden again, just remind yourself that she loves you and that she also needs to do that for herself. okay, amor?" you asked.
miles lifted his head up, nodding.
"no, i want you to say it for me." you told him.
"okay." he said.
"i love you, did you know that?" you smiled down at him.
"yes and i love you too, mi princesa." he smiled back and pulled himself further up on top of you until he was on eye level with you. "te amo tanto," he kissed your forehead. "the love of my life," he kissed your right cheek. "my one and only." he kissed your left cheek. "my happiness." he kissed your nose. "mi angelito." he kissed your mouth.
you smiled into the kiss, and kissed him back before pulling away. "i'll always be here for you." you told him.
"i know." he smiled, full teeth showing which was rare, then kissed you again.
life was perfect when he was with you.
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How Old Are You? | Bob Floyd x OC
Summary: Bob only gets one birthday every four years. When his wife, Molly, realizes it's almost Leap Day, she throws him a party any nine year old would love. And it's the perfect celebration for a thirty-six year old, too.
Warnings: Fluff, adult language, implied smut, 18+
Length: 2500 words
Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC!Molly (this story accompanies The Curveball)
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Bob was half asleep in bed, post orgasm, when the weird conversation started. "So technically you're about to turn nine? Even though you'll be thirty-six? Is that right?"
He cracked his eyes open again as he watched his wife stretch her arms above her head, her nipple piercings glinting in the soft candlelight that had their bedroom aglow. She was nibbling on her lip, and he could practically see her mind working.
"Yeah," he answered cautiously. "Why do you have that expression on your face, Mo? Like you're plotting something scary?"
"I've never plotted something scary a day in my life!" she told him before leaning down and gently biting his bicep. "I was merely considering what I should get you for your special day."
"I don't need anything," he replied quickly, remembering the naked cowboy statue wearing glasses that she gifted to him last year.
"Well," she said, drawing out the single syllable. "That's where I think you're wrong, Bobby."
"Molly, I don't even want anything." Then he had an idea that he hoped would throw her off. "How about you get some pretty new barbells or rings and let me play with them?"
She rolled her eyes. "That would be a gift for me."
He shrugged as she draped herself across him. "Kind of for both of us when you really think about it."
Her soft lips found his jaw as she whispered, "But it's not every day you turn nine, Coach Cute Glasses. You deserve an extra special treat."
He shook his head in exasperation and said, "I'll really be thirty six though."
"Not according to the calendar." She kissed him sweetly before climbing over him to get out of the bed. "I'll go check on Charlie and Flora one last time before we go to sleep." Bob watched her slip his discarded undershirt on and smooth it down over her gorgeous body, perhaps a little more filled out now that they had two kids.
He reached for her hand and said, "Mo, we really need to sell the condo and get a bigger place. They can't share that tiny room forever."
Even though she told him all the time that she loved the condo and didn't want to leave it, she was finally starting to come around. "I think I'm ready to admit that you might be right about that, Uncle Bob."
"Really?" he asked, jolting up in bed.
She nodded and hummed. "Yes. Besides, your birthday party would be a lot easier to plan if we had more space to accommodate all the guests."
Bob groaned and flopped back down again, and Molly removed his glasses for him. "I don't need a birthday party," he insisted. "I just want a nice, quiet evening with you and the kids. Maybe your sister, Ev and Bradley, too, but that's it."
"We'll see," she replied before leaving the bedroom with a wicked smirk on her face.
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"Can you get to my sister's house by noon on your birthday? For your party?" Molly asked as she watched Bob feed a mashed up banana to their one year old daughter. 
"I thought we ended that discussion with us both accepting the fact that I do not need a birthday party."
"Yeah... it's too late for that," she replied easily as she and Charlie both ate their own dinners. Molly's favorite hobby was keeping her husband on his toes. She figured his life would be sad and boring without her in it, and since he chose to be with her, he must have a deep-seated love for nonsense. She always made sure to bring it out for him, especially for his birthday. 
He gave her a stern look. "It's just a small party, right?"
"Sure, Bobby."
"I don't believe you."
"Oh come on," she whined. "This is your first real birthday since we met!"
She knew he would crack. He gave her what she wanted the vast majority of the time anyway, but when she whined for something harmless, it was always hers. 
"Fine."
And with that single word, Molly executed the most epic ninth birthday anyone could ever have. She called the vendors. She ordered the piñata. She invited the guests. She procured a balloon arch. And on Bob's birthday, her own sister and brother-in-law were looking at her with shocked expressions from their back deck when she started setting things up at eight in the morning. 
"I thought this was going to be a small party?" Bradley asked as he watched her assemble the red and yellow balloon arch. 
Molly just laughed. "That's just what I told Bob. I lied. The pony should be arriving soon."
"Pony?" gasped her sister. "I'm sorry, I must have misheard. Did you say a pony is arriving?"
"Yes," Molly said, speaking a little louder now to make her point. "How the hell are we supposed to have a cowboy birthday party without pony rides?"
Then Everett came tearing out onto the back deck, still in his pajamas, shouting, "Someone is bringing a horse around from the driveway!"
"See?" Molly asked as the pony and handler appeared in the backyard. "Ev is excited. He has good taste."
"He's ten!" Bradley snapped as he went running across the yard. "Is this thing going to tear up the grass that I spent months watering so it looked this nice?" But as soon as he saw how excited Everett was to pet the cute animal, Molly knew her brother-in-law would be on her side. It was just her sister glaring at her now.
"Whatever you mess up out here, you need to clean up. That includes the horse poop!"
"It's just a pony," Molly assured her, although the animal was a lot bigger than she expected. And yes, it was actually pooping. "It's fine. It'll be fine."
She was hoping it would be fine.
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When Bob buckled Charlie and Flora back into their car seats in his truck at Myers park, he checked the time. It was almost noon. "Oh god," he groaned as he opened the driver's door. He had no idea what to expect, but the text from Bradley about how he was going to need help filling in the hoof prints in their yard next week had him on edge.
"Birthday party!" Charlie cheered from the backseat as Bob pulled out onto the main road. Molly had been talking about it so much, their son kept saying it over and over.
"That's right," Bob told him calmly. "But I'm pretty sure Mommy went bananas over the entire thing."
"Nana!" Flora crooned before she burst into tears. He should have known better than to mention her favorite food right in front of her like that. So he drove to his sister-in-law and brother-in-law's house with one delighted child and one who was crying hysterically. When he pulled down their block, there was absolutely nowhere to park, and there was a horse trailer parked right in front of the house. 
"Oh, no. No no no. Molly, no," he whispered. When he got closer, he saw the massive banner hanging on the porch that said Happy Birthday, Cowboy Bob. He had to squeeze his truck into the driveway behind the familiar blue Bronco while he gaped at the sight before him.
"Horse!" Charlie screeched. He wasn't wrong. There was some sort of pony walking around the backyard with Everett perched on top of the saddle wearing a cowboy hat. "I want the horse!"
"Okay," Bob told him as he shook his head and climbed out of the truck. He walked around to the back of the house with one child in each arm, and thankfully when Flora saw the pony, she stopped crying, perhaps out of fear. 
"Bob!" Molly shouted over the classic country music that was playing as she popped out of the enormous rodeo themed bounce house and ran to him. Literally everyone he'd ever seen in his life seemed to be here, and they were all wearing cowboy hats. Everyone from work was here. Like everyone. Cyclone was wearing a cowboy hat and drinking a beer. Bob thought he saw the doctor that Molly worked with who delivered both of their children. His parents and both of his sisters were here. His niece Piper was taking a turn riding the pony. There were indeed hoof prints in the yard.
Then Molly was somehow in his arms along with both kids, and she was kissing his neck as she said, "Happy birthday," in a voice that would have been a lot more appropriate for their bedroom. 
"Mo," he said, shaking his head. "There's a pony. It's making Bradley look constipated." 
She just rolled her eyes in response. "He'll get over it as soon as I offer to watch Everett for a few days over spring break so he and my sister can go away and do nasty stuff to each other."
Bob just smiled down at her and said, "You told me this would be a small affair."
"I guess I lied. Oops. Come say hi to Phoenix." She dragged him up onto the deck where Natasha took both kids from him with a kiss to his cheek, and then Molly was yanking his shirt over his head.
"What are you doing?" he asked, standing there in his undershirt with his glasses askew. But as soon as the words were out of his mouth, she was pulling another shirt over his head. It said Birthday Cowboy, and there was a number 9 that looked like it was shaped out of rope.
And that's when everyone started hugging him and running around to get him drinks and chat with him. Mickey was wearing cowboy boots and a cow print vest. Maverick was teaching the kids how to line dance. Bradley's scowl had started to ease up since Everett seemed to be having the time of his life. 
"Happy birthday, Uncle Bob," Everett said when he walked over. He hugged Bob and added, "Your birthday party is my favorite birthday party ever, and I can't believe it's in my yard!"
"Thanks, Ev," he replied with a laugh as he watched Molly and Flora dancing with Javy. "It is pretty cool."
"Happy birthday, Bob," his sister-in-law said, handing him a card. "You can open it later. We got you opening day tickets for the Padres. Also, I'm so sorry that my sister is so chaotic, but you should have known what you were getting into when you started dating her."
Bob accepted another kiss on his cheek. "She really can't be stopped once she gets going." 
"It's a waste of time to even try. Might as well sit back and enjoy the show."
He did, and the looser he got, the more fun he started to have. He pet the pony while Piper rode around on it. He smashed open a cowboy piñata with one of Everett's baseball bats. He jumped in the bounce house with Charlie and Everett, and Bradley even joined them.
"I'll help you fix your yard next week," Bob promised as Everett did a backflip. 
Bradley just laughed and said, "It's hard to be mad about it when Molly just wants everyone to have the time of their life. You're very lucky. Also, I don't know how you deal with her on a daily basis."
Bob laughed, too. "Sometimes I just take it one hour at a time."
"Get ready for cake!" Molly shouted, and it took five people to carry out the biggest sheet cake he'd ever seen in his life. It was cow print and decorated with boots and spurs, and said Happy 9th Birthday, Cowboy Bob!
After he blew out the nine candles he reached for Molly. "Thank you," he whispered, kissing her softly. "I didn't know I needed a ninth birthday party, but I guess I really did."
"You're only a kid once, Bobby," she replied, smiling against his lips.
"You do know I'm actually thirty-six, right?" he asked, pulling her snug against him as her sister started to cut up the cake. 
"Not according to the calendar," she responded, patting him gently on the cheek. "Your mom and I had a lovely conversation about how terrible you look for your age."
He tried not to smile, but it was useless. "I'm actually having the best day, Mo."
"I knew it all along."
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Both kids were sound asleep as soon as Molly tucked them into bed. Charlie went on a sugar high and then crashed, and Flora was played with and held by seemingly everyone at the party. They would probably sleep for a solid twelve hours. Which was good, because Molly wanted to give her husband the rest of his birthday presents. 
She found him in their bedroom where he was opening up the cards he got with a soft smile on his face. "You have so many friends," she told him, and he turned to look at her. "Everyone loves Bob Floyd."
He actually blushed which made her want to rip all of his clothing to shreds and have her way with him. He shook his head slightly and said, "Everyone loves the amazing Molly Floyd and her beautiful imagination."
"Bobby," she moaned softly, taking the card from his hand and wrapping her arms around him. "Tell me more about how amazing I am."
He laughed and whispered, "You threw me the equivalent of a kids' ninth birthday party, just because you could. My dad participated in the pie eating contest. My mom learned how to line dance. Bradley almost popped a vein in his forehead. It was wonderful."
She sighed in contentment. "In four more years when you turn ten, we'll be in a bigger house, and we can host your party there. But we'll have to wait and see if you're still into cowboys or if your interests change, Kiddo. Now will you please open your present from me? And put on your cowboy hat? I've always wanted to suck a real cowboy's cock."
Bob grinned. "Molly, you suck my cock when I'm wearing my cowboy hat all the time."
"But you've never had assless chaps before."
Bob let out a strangled sound, and when he opened the box that was wrapped in cowboy paper, there were in fact assless chaps inside. "Please, please, please put them on," Molly moaned. "God, I feel like it's my birthday."
As soon as she started whining, he always gave her what she wanted. It was impossible not to. Five minutes later, Bob was standing in the middle of the bedroom wearing the chaps, his birthday shirt, and his old cowboy hat. Molly was panting and biting her knuckle, already obviously raring to go down on him, which just made him harder.
But she took a step toward him and then stopped, a devilish smirk on his face. "Now wait. I'm having a bit of a moral dilemma with you in that shirt. How old are you again?"
"I'm thirty-six," he replied blandly. 
"You sure about that, Cowboy Bob?"
"Molly! I'm thirty-six!"
"Okay, okay. Just checking," she said, reaching for the bottom of his shirt. "But let's just remove this anyway."
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I had a blast revisiting these two! I'm so deeply in love with Molly. I hope you enjoyed Bob's birthday celebration. Thanks for reading! And thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls
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ranhaitanisgf · 2 months
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1:23 p.m - rindou haitani [gn]
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"rindou! let's go out!" you exclaimed, bursting into his room wholly unannounced. "come with me to get some cd's!"
rindou's eyes flicked up to look at you, your surprise entrance not seeming to phase him at all. he didn't seem to be doing all that much, a book with its pages open tossed next to him as he took a sip from his can of beer, setting it down on the nightstand as he scrutinized you.
"you suddenly want to get more cd's? why do you need more?" you scoffed at his question, walking over to sit on the edge of his bed.
"that's like me asking you why you need more beer when that's already your third can today, but you don't hear me asking that. who doesn't need more cd's?"
"my motorbike can't play cd's though."
"well good thing i have a car and not a motorbike then, don't you think?" seeing his unamused expression, you flopped onto your back, looking at him upside down. "c'monnn, rindou! you're supposed to want to go out with me, y'know?"
"i'm busy relaxing."
"but you've been busy relaxing all weekend! don't you want to get some fresh air?"
"not really."
"hmph." you frowned, sitting up from your spot on his bed and getting up. "fine then, you can stay here and be all alone and drink your beer all alone and be emo. i'll be going to the cd store by myself."
rindou seemed hesitant as you began to exit his room, but he didn't end up saying anything, which admittedly made you a bit sad. were you seriously bothering him so much that he needed a break from you for so long?
it isn't until you're heading out of the apartment that you hear footsteps behind, too caught up in your thoughts to realize that a certain someone had gotten ready and was now quietly following you to the cd store.
your heart leaped as you almost started to beam, but you instead frowned and kept walking, feigning anger at him. you deserved to get him back for being so reluctant to go out with after all!
"...i thought you were too busy relaxing." rindou began to match your pace, now walking side by side with you as he hesitantly slipped his hand into yours.
"i wasn't busy." he murmured, eyes looking forward and avoiding your gaze.
"hm, that's crazy, since i seem to remember you saying exactly that." he didn't respond for a few moments, instead using his other hand to rummage around in his coat pocket. after a moment, he pulled out a gift-wrapped square, his ears turning a bit pink as he handed it to you.
"...i already bought your valentine's day gift, so i didn't want you to buy it for yourself, stupid."
you stopped walking as you gaped at him, looking at his flushed expression, down to the gift in his hand, then back to him.
"woah...seriously?"
"no, i'm lying." he deadpanned, rolling his eyes, (he was somehow able to keep his sarcasm despite his face being flushed). "just open it." he urged, taking his hand out of yours and wrapping your hand around the gift.
you began to open it, feeling a bit sad that you were ripping the gift wrapping that he worked on, (even though it wasn't perfect, you could tell how much effort he put into it). when you saw the cover of the cd that was uncovered, you couldn't hold back the giant smile that stretched across your face.
"rindou!! how did you even get this?! it's super limited edition!!!"
he just shrugged, though it was obvious from the smug smirk on his face that he was feeling very pleased with himself. however, it was quickly wiped off and replaced with surprise when you suddenly kissed him, the look of surprise still on his face when you pulled away.
"thank you! i do still want to go to the cd store though, so-"
"yeah, let's just go." he interrupted, taking your hand again and leading you to the elevator to go to the bottom floor of your apartment building. you could only laugh a bit to yourself at his red ears and flushed cheeks, deciding to not tease him about it for now.
...or maybe just a little bit is alright.
as you two stepped into the elevator, you slipped the gift into an inside pocket of your jacket, freeing up your hand to suddenly pinch rindou's cheek.
"what-"
"you look so cute when you're blushing like that."
"what-"
"mm, so cute..."
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made this w/ the cd as an early valentines day gift in mind :3 sry for not posting ahhh im trying to get into a good balance of school work and tumblr, ty for being patient w/ me ! <3
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I really love you "Get off my screen" series! And I just and couldn't stop thinking about Reader just texting out of nowhere saying "Bruh I'm fucking dying"
And Vox is just going haywire(See what I did there?) Worried about you and ask what they mean and Reader be like "I'm dying because of BOARdom(Get it?)
You're Just Being Mean!
A/N: Omg I am absolutely writing this AHAHAHAHA- Vox is always the one screwing with dear Reader so I think it's about time to return the favor. Thank you @crazylzp143 for the inbox idea! I love how much this story is expanding and the ideas y'all have for it. As always, I hope you all enjoy this filler interlude and please keep the ideas coming! Happy reading!
You cheered, flopping backwards on your bed in a cheerful mood.
On your computer monitor was an empty assignment box.
You'd successfully accomplished all your required tasks before the semester's end which left you with a whole lot of free time to burn.
And did you absolutely just unwind and relax.
Playing games, watching movies, bingeing shows-
You practically spedran the chill pill treatment.
To the point where you managed to bore yourself before the day was even over.
You stared up at the ceiling with an annoyed look-
Wasn't there really anything else you could do?
And why did time pass by so slowly?
God you were bored.
In the middle of your TV show binge, your phone buzzed to life.
Considering you'd quickly found the plot line to be quite a drag, you just let the drama play while you no longer paid attention to it.
The white noise the show provided helped make it feel like you were actually doing something.
Even when you knew you weren't doing anything productive at all-
Looking over at your phone, you smiled upon opening the familiar chatbox that you saw almost daily.
"Heya Voxxy, what's up?"
"Well aren't you in a good mood today! Anything special?"
You playfully rolled your eyes, Vox really thought he was being cheeky this time wasn't he?
"Managed to complete all my work for the semester, so now I can just chillax until exams come around!"
"Wait what? Holy shit! You've got a whole two weeks of nothing then!"
"IKR! I can just laze around and do what I want after class hours!"
It wasn't surprising that Vox quickly got used to your schedule, you'd also grown slightly accustomed to his.
He knew the basic rundown of your schedule, like when your classes started and ended-
Just as much as you knew when he had to leave for his daily broadcast and when he would come back.
You could only guess him knowing when exam season happens was from looking at the calendars and schedules you had meticulously prepared in your computer.
There were times he would even remind you of things due on a day, like quizzes or projects to which you would grow embarrassed that it slipped your mind.
You were the one who made the calendar, how could you forget it???
Though it was probably helpful on his end that he quite literally had a digital reference to look back on.
You still wondered sometimes how he managed to end up with a TV for a head but didn't look into it much.
"Guess that means you'll be spending more time with me?"
"Dude, I already spend so much time with you! Any more and I'd have to call you my boyfriend!"
That message really shouldn't have caused Vox to bluescreen but it did.
He was just so flustered that his system crashed in it's entirety because of what you said.
Not that you noticed when all you got in reply was some keysmash and middle finger emojis.
Vox could only imagine you were laughing at his expense, and even then he couldn't bring himself to be annoyed with you.
It was only recently that he'd become hyper aware with how much you meant to him so jokes and comments like that easily sent his mental careening.
Not that he quite understood why he felt this way yet, a part of him still blamed some unknown untraceable malware that your devices shoved into his system.
Though he highly doubted that a stupid virus would make his stomach do flips whenever he saw your silly smile.
Oh whatever, he'll just have to run another malware check later or something.
You just continued to tease Vox for a good while before he had to excuse himself and leave for a meeting.
He was slightly glad that he had just a little respite from your teasing onslaught.
Any more of it and there was a high risk he would've accidentally caused another citywide blackout.
You tossed your phone onto an adjacent cushion and just laughed.
No wonder Vox liked to embarrass you so much.
It was downright hilarious and entertaining.
You couldn't help but feel slightly flattered with his reactions though, was your friendship that important to him?
So he really did care after all, what a dork.
The funny high you were running on, much to Vox's chagrin, didn't last long.
So you decided to go back to fucking with your TV headed companion since he usually did the same to you.
"Dudeeeee I'm fucking dyingggg-"
Vox made the mistake of checking his phone in the middle of the meeting and nearly gave himself a stroke upon reading your message.
What in Lucifer's name even happened?!
Last he checked you were completely fine???
He hadn't even left you for-
Taking a look at his internal clock, Vox glitched from sheer panic.
It hadn't even been an hour!
Was this supposed to be a joke??
Were you just fibbing with him?
Or god forbid you were actually hurt and needed help-
He was about to just bolt out of that meeting before another messaged snapped him out of it.
"I'm dying- dying of BOARDom! HAHA see what I did there?"
Vox felt the last of his patience leave him as rings appeared on his other eye.
The absolute nerve of you-!
"Oh fuck off (Y/N)."
With that, he angrily pocketed his phone and once again paid attention to the meeting.
The poor presenter in the front nearly shat himself from how irritated Vox looked, they didn't know that frustration was because of you though.
You just couldn't stop laughing at his reply, not realizing how badly your overlord friend took the joke until some noticeable time passed and there wasn't a single message or notification from him.
Now that started to concern you.
You'd be lucky to get through an hour with less than a hundred notifications at a time-
It's been two and there was still absolutely nothing.
Did something happen?
Was he upset or dealing with something?
Perchance... did you do something to upset him?
"Vox...? Hey, you good dude?"
You grew more concerned as the minutes ticked on.
Whatever it was- Vox was probably genuinely upset.
And you had a gut feeling it had something to do with you.
"I'm not talking to you."
You almost wanted to roll your eyes at his message, was he being childish?
So your hunch was right, you did manage to upset him- somehow.
"Ehhhh??? Why? What did I do?"
"You know what you fucking did (Y/N)."
Not really- that's why you asked.
Your hands dropped onto your lap tiredly as you looked up towards the ceiling.
What... what did you do wrong?
Scrolling up to read your chats, it didn't take long before you realized where it went wayside.
Oh.
"Right, you don't really like it when I joke about dying huh."
"No."
"You never really told me why, and you never cared this much before. You would just laugh it off when I delivered the punchline."
"You're still young (Y/N). You have your whole life ahead of you. Dying puts you at risk of ending up here in hell with me."
"You know that doesn't sound as horrible as you paint it right?"
"Pardon?"
"I'll end up where you are, that can't seriously be that bad."
Vox genuinely wondered if you had a screw loose or something this time.
He continued to try hammering it into you that it was hell he was talking about.
Eternal damnation, the never-ending inferno, etc.
Ya know, where all the sinners went to suffer??
But again and again you would just keep repeating-
"But I'll be where you are, it won't be that bad- it can't be that bad."
Until he finally understood what you were insinuating.
It wouldn't be so bad, because he was there.
He would be there with you.
At that point the state of hell or where you were wasn't important.
Vox could only chuckle at his own foolishness.
Not to mention just how oblivious you were to your own words.
"I guess. Just don't do that again."
"I'll try not to. Besides, if I croak and end up at the heaven gates- I'll put in a good word for you."
"You? In heaven? Nice joke dollface."
"Oh fuck you too Vox, I was being optimistic."
The tech overlord just rolled his eyes, there was a real risk that he could lose you soley because heaven would take you away but he didn't dwell on it.
You were still here texting him, cracking jokes and being your obnoxiously cute self.
You were still on the other side of the screen furiously typing up a comeback of why you would be able to get into the pearly gates.
Vox just chuckled, as long as you were with him in the here and now-
He found he wouldn't care even if hell froze over.
A/N: Our Voxxy is starting to catch feels, well- slightly- he's just in the stages of caring a bit too much but not realizing it's romance yet. Writing this stuff is hilariously entertaining, plus the slow burn is just yummy hahahahah I'll be putting out some more interludes tomorrow but the direct continuation is finished! I just need to post these things chronologically XD
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🧴-bodyguard els!
summary: in which the reader's father is a celebrity, so he gets reader a bodyguard for protection! ellie sees through the protests and rebellion, and she knows exactly how to get you to admit what you want.
warnings: MDNI!!!!, bratty!reader, lowkey spoiled!reader, brat tamer! ellie, smuttt, nipple play, degrading, nipple piercing, bodyguard!ellie, bdsm, power dynamics, teasing, lowkey daddy issues!reader, probably more that i forgot to list
the people have spoken! most requested from my last poll💞
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"what the fuck do you mean I'm getting a bodyguard!? you can't be serious!" you scream, fuming at your dad for his latest antics. you usually keep your cool, but he's never said anything this stupid before.
a bodyguard? what for?
you're so annoyed he's taking this step, sure he's famous and you're pretty reckless- so what? you're not a small child, you're grown and you can take care of yourself!
your father, on the other hand, seems not to care- like usual. he keeps that same blank stare as you unleash your rage, and once you pause to catch your breath, he excuses himself.
too busy with the next brand deal, or advertisment, or magazine column. soo frustrating!
you can't believe him, buying you some guy to follow you around and make sure you live the dullest, most monotone life possible! this is truly a nightmare!
before the bodyguard even arrives, you're thinking of ways to scare him off. you could completely torment him, maybe bring as many girls home as possible and get touchy. or maybe you could pretend like he hurt you! that would rile your father up!
by the day you finally meet your new incarcerator, you're sure you'll have him gone in less than a month. you know it won't be long before it's back to programming as usual.
except, something unexpected happens. you're introduced to the bodyguard, and instead of some pervy, buff man, you find a woman standing before you.
a very pretty woman.
you didn't plan for this, and it frustrates you even more that you father somehow managed to be one step ahead this time. this woman made you nervous before you even knew her name!
you have to keep your mean façade up, though, so you make sure to say something snarky. "so you're the woman who signed up to act like my babysitter.. how much is he paying you, huh?", you snicker in her face, and she just smiles.
"good money, that's for sure. my name is ellie, what's yours?", she says, walking you into your apartment. you don't even want to look at her, because it gets you all flustered.
you're surprised she doesn't say anything about your silence- she's not trying to control you yet. you're tired of the quiet.
you run into your bedroom, flopping on the bed and groaning in annoyance at the sight of ellie in the doorway. "my room doesn't even have windows- what could even happen?! can I get some space!" you yell out into the doorway, and ellie just nods before walking off. what?
she... listened?
the next few weeks are beyond what you could ever have imagined. ellie doesn't invade your privacy, she barely even bothers you, and she's discreet whenever you both go out.
it starts to annoy you how well the whole bodyguard thing is working out. because it means your father was right about this being a good choice, and you can't stand for your father to be right.
so you get even more reckless. more drinking, more nights out, more ellie having to drag your sloppy drunk self home. even so, you never heard a word of complaint- in fact, she took any chance she could find to get closer with you. it was getting irritating.
but if you couldn't take ellie down, the least you could do is a big fuck-you to your dad. let him know you can never let him win!
the press has had a field day with the relationship between you and your father, and the many rebellious stunts you've pulled before. you've gotten tattoos, some facial piercings and you weren't against most body mods.
however, you'd never done anything really scandalous. nothing like getting a nipple piercing.
you were fairly drunk one night, stumbling home with ellie's arm just barely propping you up, when you passed by your favorite piercing store. you were the most impulsive when you were drunk, and as soon as you saw that shop, you floundered right over.
so many kinds of piercings, but all you wanted was a nipple piercing- and you wanted it bad.
so bad, that ellie couldn't stop you when you got it done. she defeatedly paid before taking you home, but you noticed a glint in her eye.
the next day, ellie sat you down on your bed after your shower, and asked about the piercing. "does it hurt? is it sensitive?" she asked in a careful voice. you wanted to give her attitude soo bad, but not when she acted so caring.
you tried to just brush her off, but eventually she cut to the chase. "listen, you know im here to protect you, right? it's really not safe to... be so impulsive. i know you find me irritating. but please, just let me help you... you can listen this one time?" she says, with such saccharine eyes you couldn't help but melt.
"right! yeah, sure, just... what- what do i need to do?" you asked. she was just being so nice, it made you so flustered....
thats why you listened when she asked if you could let her see the piercings. even though letting her see your bare nipples was... humiliating, warmth was spreading in your underwear as well on your face. shit- you were aroused?!
ellie seemed so kind, gently inspecting the piercing. your nipples had always been sensitive, so they were even worse pierced. just feeling them rub against your shirt made your body tingle.
"there we go, you're going to let me help you clean 'em, right?" ellie said, voice nearly a whisper. you were willing to let her do anything- so you nodded quickly.
ellie used some cotton pads that were wet with saline solution, before just feeling your nipples with her soft fingers. she noticed the blissed out look in your eyes, and that's when she decided to stop. "alright, you're all clean! you did such a a great job, y'know.." she said, in a whispery voice.
you wanted to scream. you wanted to whine, beg for her to keep touching you, but you started to feel bad. she was just trying to help you clean the piercing, wasn't she?
"wait, what's wrong?" ellie says, pausing in the middle of putting the supplies back. "did I hurt you?" she asks, and your brain begins to short-circuit. this much affection from a girl has been previously unheard of, and it just all feels too good... your brain is so fuzzy...
ellie understands when a small whine escapes your lips. "wait... something going on here?'" she says, narrowing her eyes. she has you right where she wants you.
you stumble over your words, trying to make excuses for your flusteredness, but ellie doesn't hear any of it. "what, you really feel that way about your bodyguard?", she leans in and whispers.
you can't deny the attraction you've had to her for a while. anyway, you won't get what you want if you do.
"that- right, I'm sorry, just let me deal with this really quick," you say breathlessly. you can't bear to tell her what you really feel. it's too bad, then, that she has every intention to make you.
"no, don't worry... I can help you. just say it. tell me what you want me to do..." she whispers, before getting up from the bed with a cocky smile you've hardly seen before. you can tell she's waited all too long for this.
"ellie... els, shit, I... need you to help me over here..." you whine, hand resting on your soaking cunt. you just want ellie to fill you up.
luckily, she takes that as enough begging. you don't even realize it when your clothes are gone, or when she has you bent over the bed.
her fingers slip in and out of your sticky folds, lighting your skin on fire. all you can think of is how bad you want her.
her warm tongue abuses your clit, her hands have a bruising grip on your thighs. she has your legs shaking and your head spinning.
"js'sso pretty down here, right sweetness?" she mumbles, giving your ass a light slap before getting up and undressing herself. a thick, 8-inch marbled strap made its way out of her boxers, and you practically drooled.
but you'd taken many straps before, 8 inches wasn't too bad for you. so you got cocky. "what, only 8? you sure you don't have something bigger?" you sneered, and a look flashed in her eyes.
"there she is, the brat is back isn't she?" she chuckled. her hand snaked down your back teasingly, before pressing your back into a deeper arch. you groaned at the pressure, but it wasn't too much.
"you gonna p-put it in already?" you say, voice wavering. ellie looks kind of scary, like she's been waiting for you to brat.
her hands grip your hips, and you feel the strap slide in. it's definitely got some girth to it, but what's really shocking is how fast ellie slams it in suddenly. so fast, you feel like you can taste her in your mouth.
"come on, where did the attitude go? i thought 8 inches was nothing for you?" she whispers in your ear, sliding in and out at a harsh pace. you can't even speak, body shaking as she fucks you relentlessly.
one of her hands is playing with your nipple, and the other is gently rubbing circles on your clit. "els- ellie, please.." you choke out. she's going so roughly, but you feel like you're about to cum all over yourself.
"you know, you act so insufferable... celebrity's daughter, thinking she can treat people like shit, because what? 'cause her daddy doesn't pay enough attention to 'er?" she says, groaning at how tight you're squeezing the strap.
" 'm so sorry els- shitt, ellie, please..." you whimper, but she just gives your thigh a light smack. "you're sorry, huh?" she mocks, before grabbing your face and kissing all over your lips. "you gonna be good now, right? 'cause bad girls don't get to cum!" she grunts, slamming her hips into yours even harder. your cum is running down your legs, a creamy mess that gets your thighs all sticky and tacky.
"mhm, m'gonna be so good for you els! please, please just let me cum..", you mumble, shoving your face into a pillow because you're just so needy that you put your defenses down.
"good- shit, good fucking girl." she coos, giving your sloppy wet cunt multiple light slaps. "you gonna cum? come on baby, you can do it..."
for a second, everything is misty. your legs shake and go weak, stuffing you even fuller of ellie's thick strap. creamy, sticky squirt sprays all over the bed, while ellie's grip on your hips tightens.
"shit, you- you feel so good..." she mumbles, before nearly collapsing on top of you from the intensity of her own orgasm.
you lay on the bed, out of breath, when suddenly she leans in close from behind you and whispers something.
"round two?"
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