#but i was surprised that i struggled with that and many of my shots didn't feel distinct enough when i put them all together

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance - Symphony of Sorcery

#kingdom hearts dream drop distance #khddd #symphony of sorcery #scenery #my gif #i originally planned on splitting this set in two and wanted to create separate posts for both sides of this world #but i was surprised that i struggled with that and many of my shots didn't feel distinct enough when i put them all together #dunno how i messed that up so bad since this world has so much going for it #so i had to scrap a good chunk of what i made but i actually think it looks better this way so maybe it's not such a bad thing #sora's side is on the left (except for the last gif) and riku's is on the right #it gives you a better feel for how varied and different these magical realms are #and yeah that's what they're called #anyways i'm so glad this world exists because it's so experimental and different #everything from the visuals to the music and how sora and riku's battle sounds are instead replaced by more music #as if they're composing it themselves #which of course ties into how they must find and collect their sound ideas #it's all so incredible and works perfectly for a game centering around dreams #i hope we can see more unique worlds like it in future games too

[thestarkinternship]

Crossing the Line

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader: One Shot (Smut)

Summary: Your ex boyfriend Bucky gets a little jealous after seeing you with a new guy, what lengths will he go to to get you back?

Word Count: 3k (no mention of Y/N)

Warnings: Drinking, profanity, jealous!Bucky, posessive!Bucky, stalking, unprotected sex, exhibitionism (public space), choking, slight dubcon. 18+, MINORS DNI

A/N: I kinda let my imagination run a little crazy in certain parts of this (and I'm not sorry). One day they’ll actually be in a bed but today is not that day.

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The dive bar downtown Bucky had followed you to wasn't a pleasant one. It was dark and cramped, the sweaty air as sticky as the alcohol soaked floor. There were too many people in here brushing up against him whilst he stalked through the dimly lit room. Bucky shuddered, recoiling away from the brief touches as he passed by the drunk party goers. Loud music blared out of the cheap speakers, crackling as they struggled to support the rhythmic thumping from the heavy bass. The metal of his arm vibrated slightly, setting off a tingling sensation from the joint at his shoulder all the way down to his fingertip. Making his way to the bar, he wrapped his hand around a cold glass and tried to ignore the feeling. The smooth liquor slipped past his lips, but had little effect on his increasing nerves. Bucky was looking for you, and he wasn't going to relax until you were found.

Of course, he had no right to know where you were. The two of you had been broken up for a couple months now, after all. You were free to do whatever you wanted. But that didn't mean Bucky had to like it. Earlier that evening, he'd overheard you telling Steve all about a club downtown and how excited you were to go. He'd been wary at the time - you'd never been one to want to spend the night getting drunk with random strangers until you couldn't stand. Maybe he didn't know you as well as he thought he did. But the longer he stayed there, his suit collecting god knows how many diseases from leaning against the grimy bar, Bucky couldn't help the way his nose wrinkled a little in disgust. He was now certain his sweet girl didn't belong in a place like this.

As he sipped his way through the glass, and then another, Bucky started to wonder if he'd come to the right bar after all.

Setting his empty glass down, the shiny crystal a stark contrast to the dark wood, Bucky was about to give up when he heard the sound of your high pitched laughter in the distance. His body twitched at the familiar sound. It was like all of his fears were calmed in that instance. Scanning the room, he allowed his enhanced hearing to do the rest of the work, filtering through all of the background chatter until he could pin point your exact location. As he craned his neck, Bucky could just about see you by the edge of the dancefloor. And much to his surprise, you weren't alone.

Perched on a bar stool, you were breaking his heart in a stunning crimson dress. It clung to every inch of your curves. The silky material dipped at the swell of your breasts as your chest moved with your laughter. As you crossed one long leg over the other, the short fabric slipped up your thighs, exposing a lot more of yourself to Bucky than he'd seen in a while. His eyes raked over your body, imagining what he'd do if you'd come here together. Maybe his hand would be on your thigh, daring to trail underneath your dress, whilst his lips pressed soft kisses just below your ear in the way that only he knew you liked. Bucky would beg you to let him take you back to the compound, his gentle touch on your body the entire cab ride home as he teased you about what was to come.

But Bucky was pulled from his thoughts as he noticed you toying with some older guy. Delicate fingers twirled in the stranger's tie, you pulled him close enough to whisper in his ear. His hand grazed the supple skin of your thigh where Bucky's should've been. Even in the fluorescent lighting, Bucky could see the unmistakeable blush that crossed his face at your sinful murmurs. Bucky's jaw tightened. With all of the commotion, not even his super hearing could distinguish your hushed whispers. And he didn't like that one bit.

Jealously spurred on inside of him, curling like fire in the pit of Bucky's stomach. He was struggling to restrain himself from going over there right now and crushing the guy's skull for even breathing near you. At war with himself, Bucky hovered closer as you continued to flirt. A few minutes later, his eyes widened slightly as he saw the two of you step away. Your desperate tugging on the guys shirt for him to follow you towards the exit triggered a raging snap inside of Bucky.

Reaching for his empty glass, he crushed the fragile crystal in anger with just a slight clench of his metal hand. The shattered remains of it fell to the ground as he began to follow your trail. Oh, you'd done it now.

As he stormed after you, Bucky's body was shaking. He needed you. The noise of the city streets became a blur as all Bucky could focus on was echoes of your name inside his mind. His stomach dropped as he watched you turn off the corner into a nearby alley. Pushing his body to catch up to you, he was finally close enough to hear the unmistakeable heavy breathing.

Bucky's boots scuffed against the tarmac as he came to a dead stop at the sight that awaited him. His eyes narrowed at the scene of you pushed up against a brick wall, a thigh hitched up around this stranger's waist, hands tangling in his hair. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you threw your head back carelessly to let out a soft moan. And the worst part of it all? You seemed to be enjoying the way this stranger was practically mauling you.

He closed in on you as you were blissfully unaware of his presence until you saw a large arm grip the shoulder of your date. Bucky tore him away from you, and the man fell to the ground under Bucky's strength. Your shoulder's jumped slightly as you pressed yourself flat against the alley wall in an overwhelming mixture of surprise and fear. Bucky's hand snaked up the back of the man's head before pulling it back.

"You know who I am, right?" Bucky hissed and the man nodded, "good. You touch her again, and I'll kill you."

Bucky let go of him with a hard shove, watching him slump forwards on the gritty floor. There was enough malice in his tone for your date to make the smart decision not to answer back. He scrambled to his feet as he recovered from the ambush. Your date took one last look back at you. He saw the emotion in your eyes, and whilst he pitied you, nothing could make him stay. Turning on the heel of his shoe, he sprinted out of the alley, putting as much distance between himself and The Winter Soldier as possible. All alone now, you had no choice but to face your ex boyfriend.

You stayed quiet, your shoulders moving fast with rapid breaths with the adrenaline of this whole thing.

"Him? Really?" Bucky gestured in the direction of the fleeing man, "I mean, come on, doll. You deserve someone who would at least fight for you, not leave you all alone in an abandoned alleyway."

"What, like you? Is this you fighting for me?" You sneered. It wasn't the smartest choice you'd ever made, but the sarcasm in your voice was even harder to control than Bucky and his jealously. "How did you even know I was here? Did you follow me?"

His silence was all the confirmation that you needed, and you scoffed.

"You've really crossed the line. What are you doing here, James?" You sighed quietly.

"I'm done pretending that I don't still love you. That I don't crave being around you. That I haven't missed being around you every second for the last two months." Bucky whispered, taking a step towards you. He leaned in close, your faces inches apart. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips traced your warm cheek.

You shivered under the familiarity of it, and your voice trembled slightly. "Don't do that, we're not together anymore. You can't…"

He hummed slightly as his eyes glazed over you for the longest time. His touch lingered on your skin, trailing down. You shivered under the cool sensation of the cold vibranium as it prickled goosebumps along your flushed body. Inside your chest, our heart pounded. Bucky's face lit up in the dark at the reaction he managed to elicit from you. He still had an effect on you, whether you wanted to admit it to him or not. Luckily for you, you didn't have to.

"Tell me he made you feel this way, and I'll stop." Bucky whispered.

Your lips parted, your brain begging for the words to come out. But you couldn't help but fall short. What you wanted was to push him away from you, tell him he was being ridiculous and that you had always hated this jealous side of him. But the way he stared at you, ready to devour you at a moment's notice, had you feeling more turned on than you had ever been before. The dark look in his eyes said that he wanted to ravish you, make you forget all about the random guy you had picked up in the bar. And the worst part of it all was, you were willing to let him. You swallowed nervously at the realisation that you still belonged to him, you always had.

"Can't do it, can you?"

Bracing the wall with his good arm, he let his other continue its journey down your body. As he reached the soft spot where your neck met your collarbone, his hand spread out. Gripping lightly, he pulled your head away from the wall to meet him. Bucky's lips were soft, and you found yourself slipping back into the memory of a thousand past kisses. He knew the perfect balance of how much to tease and how much to give back. Tugging your bottom lip between his, he caused soft moans just to silence them again soon after with the addition of his tongue.

Letting go of your throat, he reached for your hip instead. Bucky brushed against the top of your thigh, and you felt a dangerous sensation deep inside your body. You wanted him and this much more than you were letting on. As he daringly ventured underneath your dress, he was so close to finding that out for himself.

Bucky stopped just shy of your dampened panties, and he tore his lips away from yours. A desperate whine slipped from your lips as your brows furrowed. "Bucky…"

"What's the matter?" He smirked, keeping his hand ever so still, just out of reach of where you wanted it to be.

"I…" Your heavy breathing faltered.

Chuckling, he shifted his hand from the wall and brought it to your chin. Tilting your face up to look at him, you caught the dark look in his eye. "Say it, sweetheart. Tell me what you want, and I'll happily give it to you."

"Bucky." Your voice was hoarse. You didn't want to give in to him, much less say outright how much you craved what only he could give you.

His smirk grew and he leaned in to your ear. "Not gonna tell me? Okay, let me take a wild guess. You want me to take you right here, don't you princess? I can feel how wet you are already just from the thought of it. And I don't even have to touch you to know that, I can feel you dripping down your thigh onto my hand. That how turned on you are? Just the thought of how good I can make you feel got you weeping a goddamn river all over my fingers. Think of how much of a mess you're gonna make when you're wrapped around my cock, princess."

It was exactly what you wanted. No matter how long you'd spent apart, Bucky still knew exactly he had to say to reduce you into a shaking, desperate mess in front of him.

Pulling his hand out from under your dress, you frowned until you saw it go to his own waist, unzipping his jeans. He lowered the waistband of his pants just enough to reveal how bulging you had him in his tight boxers. You bit your lip, looking him up and down. The quick flash of his toned stomach as his shirt rode up. The way you could practically see him throbbing as the cotton restrained him. Whilst you were distracted, he hoisted you off your feet.

Gasping, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as he braced your back against the brick wall. The jagged edge grazed your skin slightly, and you winced at the pain. The pain subsided as Bucky kissed your exposed shoulder, letting the thin strap of your dress fall down your arm.

"What? You thought I was gonna go easy on you? Tease you with my fingers until you were nice and warmed up to take all of me? Oh no, that's not how this is going to work. Not after the little show you put on for me tonight. You want me to fuck you, so that's exactly what you're going to get. And I know you're plenty wet enough already, so now we're going to put it to good use."

With his palm supporting your lower back, he inched your body down onto his waiting cock. Gravity on his side, your body was forced to accommodate his length as he filled you with little warning. Tight around him, your walls throbbed at the sudden intrusion that pushed you from pain to pleasure. Your jaw fell slack and a cry escaped at the stretching feeling. Bucky's hand clamped hard over your mouth, muffling your sweet sounds. Your head pushed back against the wall as he held you there and kept you quiet.

"Stay quiet for me, doll. Can't let anyone find us here like this. Not when you're being such a good girl for me. Wouldn't wanna have to stop now, would we?" Bucky murmured, his voice heavy with laboured breaths.

You shook your head against his palm, feeling your hot pants flush back against your rosy cheeks as he kept it there. "N- no…"

Even though your reply was muffled, Bucky understood perfectly. Smirking, he gently slid his hand away from your lips and cupped your cheek, leaning in to kiss you. The sweet peck was enough to confirm that Bucky still very much cared about you, even if he was fucking you like he didn't. He pulled out slowly, revelling in the way your needy cunt gripped him. Bucky groaned through gentle thrusts, his eyes shutting as you sucked him back in. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, muttering depraved nonsense as he rutted up into you.

"Shit, doll. Still as fucking tight as I remember. Swear, I'm never letting go of you again. Wanna be inside of you forever."

Your kisses turned messy, as your shared desperation for each other grew. Promises of being quiet were long forgotten as you pushed one another to release. Bucky's fingers dug into your hips as he brought you down harder onto his cock, meeting you halfway with sharp thrusts. Your hands ran up and down his back, grasping at his t shirt and scrunching it up tight in between your fingers as you hurtled towards the edge. Bucky's own body tensed as he felt you twitch.

"Keep that up and I'm gonna come in you right now." Bucky panted, not showing any signs of slowing down.

You whimpered in response, your bottom lip quivering.

"Is that what you want, huh?" he murmured, "want me to fill you right here and leave with my come spilling down your thighs?

You babbled incoherently as you struggled to get a straight answer out.

"Gonna need to hear you say it, doll." Bucky taunted with a smirk, bringing his hand down to rub slow circles on your clit.

You gasped. "Yes, that's what I want. Please."

He chuckled darkly, before adding more pressure to that bundle of nerves between your legs, bumping over his cock as it disappeared inside of you with relentless thrusts. Your thighs squeezed his waist as the knot in your lower stomach tightened. Heart pounding and head dizzying, his fast pace and quick fingers sent you flying over the edge. Your vision blurred and faded in and out of darkness at the blinding pleasure that only he could bring you.

Bucky fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own. Not a minute later, you felt the pulsing of his cock inside of you as he spilled inside of you. The sensation of his come reaching deep caused you to tremble, and your body fell slack between the wall and him. He stepped closer, cradling your shaky body. As the two of you caught your breath, he gently set you back down on your feet whilst still keeping you close for support. You shuddered as his warm come trickled down your inner thigh and came into contact with the cool night's air. His thumb hooked the hem of your dress, pulling it back down before giving you a soft kiss.

When he finally pulled away, the anger in his expression was long gone and all that remained was the sweet side of him you hadn't seen since long before your breakup.

"I meant what I said, you know?" he mumbled, swiping a thumb across your pink lips, "letting you walk away from me was the biggest mistake I've ever made."

Looking up at him, you felt a warmth spread in your chest. In that moment, you couldn't remember why you left him either. You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before whispering, "don't let it happen again."

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky smut #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky angst #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #marvel #the winter soldier #bucky jealous

[lovelybrooke]

Family Sacrifices Pt.2 (Yandere Platonic Yandere Sully Family)

Read Part 1 here.

The first thing you saw were bright lights as your ears filled with beeping.

You woke up to Norm checking your vitals, spitting out the water he was drinking in shock at your sudden consciousness. He rushed to do some tests, mainly on your reaction time to make sure your brain was working properly. The light that shined in your eye hurt bad, but you didn't dare tell Norm about your splitting headache, knowing if you did so you'd give him a heart attack.

Soon after Norm explained your condition to you. You've been in a coma for around 3 months. You were almost killed that day in the water, your family being devastated. Every week or so, Jake would come and visit you, which is where the many, many gifts came from, all handmade. They sat on a table near your bed, and you could tell what was made by who by the craftmanship.

After your attack, you were flown off to the research base for urgent care. You were in surgery for a few hours, it being a struggle to get the bullet out without damaging your lungs. Thankfully, they were able to remove it without damaging any vital organs, however you didn't recover as fast as they hoped. Instead, you were in a coma, terrible news to the family who wished for you to come home to them.

You didn't know how to feel about all this, in your head it felt like a flash, everything happening in a few seconds. One moment you were gasping for air surrounded by your family, the next you were with Norm. You were confused more than anything, maybe it was shock. Norm could tell you were lost by the vacant expression on your face, gently taking your shoulder to comfort you.

"Don't worry (Y/N), recovery shouldn't take that long. In no time you'll be back home in no time." Suddenly, he gasped, giving you a dorky smile, "Oh, Jake should be here in a day or two. I bet you'll be happy to see him huh?"

You nod, clearly in another world, but Norm didn't seem to mind. Left to get you some food, coming back with a sandwich, Jell-O, and some juice, which you inhaled.

Felling content after your meal, you go attempt to get up from your bed, being halted by a sharp pain in your chest. Norm stops you quickly, moving you back down to your bed.

"Woah, hold up their kid, you're still recovering, believe it or not." She smooths out your blanket and give you a stern look, as stern as Norm can muster, "don't get up without anyone's help, got it?" You nod, getting a pat on the shoulder before he walks out of the room to get some doctors.

---

Recovery was the worst. At least in Jake's opinion.

Having to watch you struggle to breath as you move even a few small steps causes Jake pain of his own. Of course, he was ecstatic to her news of your recovery, and it took everything to keep him from telling his family, but he didn't want them to overwhelm you. Jake knew if Neytiri or Neteyam heard about you waking up, they'd be on their Ikran's before he could get a world out.

Jake watches from a distance with Norm as you and another doctor do breathing exercises together. Norm explained it to him, something about building up strength, he wasn't really listening. All he cared about was making sure you were okay to be sent back home with them, but Norm quickly shot that down.

"I'm just saying Jake," Norm whispers, pretty loudly due to their height difference. "I'd be dangerous to take them so soon." Jake's eyes don't leave you. "Just think of all the factors. Flying on an Ikran, swimming, hell, even just walking too fast can knock the wind out of them." Jake side eyes him.

"Are you questioning my ability to take care of my child?" Jake grumbles out. Norm jumps, surprised at the sudden hostility. Jake's eyes were back against his head and his tail was upright and ridged.

"No! No, of course not." Norm shakes his head, "Its just-"

"It's fine Norm, don't worry." Jake pats him on the back, a little too aggressive judging by Norm's slight discomfort.

"I'll take them home tonight." Jake smiles, "The kids miss them." Norm chuckles and nods, ignoring the sinking feeling in his stomach as Jake walks over to you.

---

You were asleep the whole Ikran ride. Jake took you late at night, packing all the medicine and machines you needed. Most of them were portable and could be used without an outlet.

Neyetam was waiting for him on the docks by their home. He shot up when he saw him, rushing over to help his father off his Ikran.

Neyetam never looked directly at you, avoiding you small body. He was afraid. Afraid that if he looked at you, he would see you bloody and broken, begging for him to help you, and he would be unable to do anything.

Jake carefully shifts you into his arms, shushing you when you stir in your sleep. "Neteyam." Jake calls. "Take your siblings stuff into the Marui." Neteyam doesn't bat an eye as he moves to take your belongings inside.

Inside the Marui, Neytiri was restless. She just got her other children asleep, giving up with Neteyam as she knew he wouldn't listen. She could focus as she passed around the room, waiting for her husband to walk in.

"Ma'Jake." She says nearly out of breath as he walks in with you, looking at your small frame with tears in her eyes. She cradles the part of your face that isn't blocked by the oxygen mask, her smile being mixed with a sob as she feels your warmth in her hand.

"They oxygen mask." Jake watches you carefully, "Its bigger cuz they need more air."

Neytiri ignores him, "Let me hold them." Jake doesn't question as he moves you to her arms. He's reminded of when you were much younger, when you'd fall asleep after a long day of playing, and Neytiri would lull you in her arms, singing you songs as she just watched you breathe.

Jake smiles as he leaves the Marui to help his son, happy his family is finally back together.

---

The days weren't exactly the same, but none of the Sully's really minded.

Jake was quick to explain your condition and how they had to be extra safe with you. No ruff housing, no swimming or flying, and no putting you in any danger. His children didn't argue, not wanting you to be sent away again.

You had to do treatments every day before you went to bed. Most of the time Jake would help you with it, him or Neytiri was she learned how to work all your machines.

Today however, both of your parents were busy, and while you were going to do it yourself, Neteyam offered to help.

"I know I'm not dad, but I don't want you doing it on your own."

"Okay." You pat the spot next to you on the ground, "Come, sit."

You hand him another mask, moving to clip your off. Neteyam panics, eyes darting from the mask in his hand to your face, "What are you doing?"

You give him a confused look, "Oh, I have to switch the masks, could you help me?" Neteyam nods, albeit slowly. He shifts behind you, listening as you take a deep breath. Neteyam's hands shake as he moves you mask off your face, rushing to put the other one on so fast he nearly misses a few clasps. Eventually, he gets it on, allowing him to finally breathe.

You push the mask up slightly to fit it better as you press a button the mask is connected to. In an instant, the machine makes a low buzzing sound, smoke traveling up the tube to your mask. Neteyam assumes it's medicine his dad was taking about.

You take a few deep breaths as the medicine fills your lungs. Neteyam watches you closely, analyzing your face. You look is distant, far away like you in another planet. You've been so quiet since you've come back, even Lo'ak and Tuk aren't able to get you to laugh like you once did.

"Hey." Neteyam starts, grasping your hand to gain your attention. "What's wrong. You've been so quiet. "You don't respond instantly, which scares Neteyam. The only sound was the buzzing of the machine. "You know always be here for you, right? I'm your big brother, I'll always protect you, no matter what." He chokes up at those words. He couldn't protect you that night. The reason why your tided up to these machines are because of him.

"Do you think I'm a burden?" You ask suddenly.

Neteyam gawks, "What?"

Your eyes are red and watery, "It's just, even before...you know." You pause and Neteyam's look sharpens, "I've always had to have one of you take care of me. I was the reason for the RDA's attack here. I've caused so many problems." Your worlds become more of sobs as you continue to speak, your breathing becoming labored. Neteyam rubs your back, breathing with you and waiting for you to calm down.

Once your breathing calms, Neteyam looks at you carefully, grasping both of your hands. "(Y/N), look at me." You do, your eyes still blotchy and red.

"You are, and never have been, a burden to us." He says sternly, "Your family" he says with conviction, shaking your hands a little. "It's our job to take care of you."

You roll your eyes and look away. "I know but-"

"No buts." He says, smiling as you giggle. He pulls you into a hug, careful to not disturb your mask while also hugging your tight.

"Thank you, Neteyam." You sigh.

"Don't worry about it." He says playfully. He slowly pulls you out of the hug, patting you on the head. "Let's get this off of you, mom and dad should be home too." He removes the clasps from your mask after turning off the machine. "The others too."

---

The rest of the night was uneventful, and thankfully Neteyam didn't tell anyone about you moment earlier.

However, you couldn't get it out of your mind, your head filled with so many thoughts you could barely keep up. You were a burden, you knew it. You caused so much trouble for so many people, including the only family you've ever known.

You can't stand yourself sometimes, all these negative emotions piling up until you couldn't handle it. Tonight, was one of those nights. You snuck out to watch the water below. You weren't allowed to swim with your siblings, your parents being afraid you get hurt.

It was calming, until it wasn't.

You would tell Jake was coming before you saw him. Your body tensed up when he sat down next to you.

"You supposed to be in bed."

"I couldn't sleep."

Jake's eyebrows wave slightly at your sudden response. He grumbles, watching you kick your feet in the water.

"I know what your talk with Neteyam." You don't react to his worlds, prompting him to continue.

"You're not a burden." He said, wrapping his arm around you, his body filling with warmth as you lay your head on his chest. "You our kid, my kid."

He rubs your arm, shaking his head, "None of this was your fault." He whispers, his hold slowly tightening, "It was them. Not you."

When Jake's sure you're asleep he kisses the crown of your head and picks you up. He stares at you for a while, reminiscing on you being a little kid and when he could protect you from everything. He wishes things would go back to the way it once was. When you were small and innocent.

"Never again." Jake whispers as he leads you back into the Marui, swearing to never let you be hurt again.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #yandere avatar way of water #avatar way of water x reader #yandere avatar #avatar way of water #avatar

[hallows-evening]

hehe I love them, this idea has been on my mind for DAYS and now I am finally sharing it

Fic based off the image below the cut! ^^ Here is part two!

NSFW/ FETISH/ PROSHIP DNI

🍂 Ler!Poob (they/them), Lee!Pest (he/they) 🧡

(no japanese and no poob tq because I'm writing this on mobile and I might break something lol)

Pest grumbled softly to themself, staring at the door with a disgrunted look, waiting for the elevator to drop them off. The last rando finally stopped off at a floor called Splitsville and never returned, and Gnarpy, who, the moment the elevator stopped at a convienence store, left instantly in search for catnip. Which left Pest with.... them.

The "them" in question was no other than Party Noob, nicknamed by many others as simply "Poob". Pest was aware of Poob snatching quick glances at them, just waiting to start an annoying conversation on the only thing they ever talk about: parties. They particulary hated them because of their extroverted personality, clashing with Pest's more anti-social one. They wanted to be left alone, Poob would not let that slide.

They continued glaring at the elevator door, watching the numbers go by and the doors opening to every other place BUT the one they wanted to go. Pest, zoned out, did not notice Poob getting ever so closer to him until they were almost touching, and Poob decided to blow their party horn right next to Pest's ear, causing them to jump and let out an angry snarl.

"POOB."

"....Yes? Hi!" Poob waved their hand. "Welcome back! You are zonin' out and I wanted to-" Pest slapped their hand away, glaring at them. Poob shut up instantly, still smiling despite Pest's tall and (frankly) scary demeanor he suddenly put on.

"Do not do that again or I will throw you OUT at the next floor that shows up." They growled, not noticing the sudden holes appearing on the ceiling. Poob, having lost interest in what they told them, noticed the holes and jumped at Pest right before a spike shot out right where they were just standing.

Both were thrown to the ground, slightly against the wall, and Pest looked up at Poob in surprise and a little bit of anger that they had pushed them that hard.

"AH SORRY!!! I didn't want that spike to hit you!!!!" Poob exclaimed nervously, struggling to get up and out of Pest's grip, squeezing their side accidentally. Pest let out a small gasp, quickly and nervously pushing at Poob and struggling to get up themselves. Poob stopped for a second, wondering why they let out that small sound, staring at him. There was a small hint of a blush on Pest's cheeks. Then it dawned on them.

"Awwwhh Pesty I didn't know you were ticklish!" Pest's blush deepened at the observation, and then he instantly tried to scramble away from Poob, to no avail. Oh god no.

"NO I AM NOT." They growled, a hint of a shake in their voice. "No? Then why'd you make that noise? Can you do it again? Or am I gonna have to get it out of ya?" Poob smiled, a mischevious one.

Pest started fighting off Poob's hands advancing towards him. "DO- DO NO-OHOT!!" They yelped, losing their grip on one of their hands and it instantly going to his side. Poob giggled at them. "Ya know you've been reeeeally grumpy lately! You keep stealing from people, too. I think you need a little cheer up, and a little bit of punishment!" They watched as Pest struggled against them, squirming and flailing his arms, trying so hard not to let out all the laughter bubbling inside of them.

Pest used one hand to cover up his face as a grin managed to creep it's way onto their face. They tried to grab Poob's hand, but Poob just grabbed their arm and pushed it against the elevator wall. "Nuh uh." They scratched and scribbled their fingers underneath Pest's arm, making them throw their head back and kick their legs. They released their arm, using that hand to tickle Pest's other side.

Pest squirmed and flailed and kicked their legs, a tear forming at the edge of their eye. God this can not be happening! He was started to lose his breath from how long they've been trying to keep their laughter in, refusing to let Poob win. Poob, on the other hand, decided to switch one hand to his neck and that broke them.

"POHOHOHOOB NOOHOHOHO pFTTAHAHAAAAHHAHA-" Pest laughed hysterically, scrunching up their neck from Poob's prying fingers. Poob looked at them in surprise, not expecting this much of a reaction, but smiled and used the hand that was under Pest's arm to tickle his neck with the other hand. "Looks like I've found your weaaak spoott!" They sang the last words, enjoying the sight before him. Big scary guy that looks like he could rip you in half being tickled to bits? Absolutely adorable to them.

Pest continued to laugh, twisting and turning his body sporadically, trying to buck Poob off of him but with no luck. Poob took mental note of how they haven't told them to stop yet, and by the way his tail's wagging, they assumed they were enjoying this. They looked at Pest absolutely melted against the wall, halfway on the floor now, their hat slightly off their head and hair all messed up; Poob could be here for hours. They adored the way Pest was smiling and laughing, they hadn't ever seen him this.. happy. Poob was resisting the urge to snuggle up against him. They know if he did Pest would give him a few scars to take to his next party.

Poob was so focused on Pest's face that they didn't notice them getting weaker, until Pest clawed gently at their hoodie and they were brought back to attention. Poob stopped, moving their hands away from their neck and scooting away from them nervously. Pest, still giggling, rubbed at their face with a small growl, bringing their now-free legs up to his chest. They refused to acknowledge the feelings that moment left him, of Poob staring at him with a happy and caring look, making them melt into laughter that felt so unlike him.

They opened one eye, staring straight at Poob in the corner of the elevator with an unreadable expression. Right as they did that, a ding played and the door opened to the subway, their stop. Pest quickly got up, slipping a little on the floor, ignoring Poob's offer at help, and bolted straight out the door, not looking back. Poob watched them go, a little disappointed, but not like that was out of character for Pest to do... however, Poob didn't miss the blush still on their face as they ran out of the elevator.

#AHHHH I LOVE THEM SO! #The sillies!!!!! #Maybe.. I will make a part two..... ^_^ #tickle art #tickle fic #sfw #sfw tickle art #sfw tickle fic #tickle content #tickling #sfw tickling

[evandarya]

@u-a-wizard-jamie there are so many ways this can go. Apparently I went with gore and angst.

Damian met Danny on patrol. Robin had gotten into a bad spot, cornered in an alley while a half dozen thugs with guns and baseball bats. Even on a good day, Damian would struggle with that many opponents, but this was not a good day. He had dislocated his shoulder from a bad fall and taken a knife to the thigh earlier in patrol. So, Damian backed down the alley, hoping to force them into a bottleneck. He barely paid attention to the pile of trash bags piled beside the dumpster, or the person sleeping in them.

The first two thugs had barely gotten within arms reach of him when a blinding green light shot out from behind Damian and hit both thugs in the chest, knocking them back. The remaining four thugs took one look over Damian's shoulder and ran. He didn't want to look. What kind of monster could make grown men run? But he was Robin, and more than that he was the son of Batman. So he turned slowly to face...a boy? A homeless boy about his age with greasy black hair and icy blue eyes. A long scar ran through his left eye, leaving it milky and tinged green. The boy was also clutching his chest, and thanks to his mask's enhanced cameras he could see the front of the boy's jacket was stained red.

"Are you alright?" The boy asked softly.

"I'm fine, but you're hurt." Damian said.

"S'fine." The boy said, practically falling back against the trash bags.

"Let me help you." He said. He meant it as a demand, but it came out more as a plea. The boy cracked open his good eye and watched him carefully, considering, so Damian continued. "There is a safe house nearby, you can treat your wounds, get something to eat and a shower."

"Fine." They boy said after a moment. "But only 'cause it's gonna rain tonight."

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The boy, Danny, stayed in the safehouse for that one night. When Damian went by to check on him the next day he was already gone. The safehouse had been clinically cleaned, no trace of the boy was left. He figured that would be it, but Danny seemed to pop up on his patrol route quite a lot. Pretty soon they were meeting up a couple times a week, just to talk. Danny never shared anything about his past, and neither did Damian, but it was nice to just be. Damian never intentionally kept his visits with Danny a secret, but he also didn't tell anyone. But, he also lived with a family of detectives, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise when Batman, Nightwing, Red Robin, and Red Hood all showed up on the roof top Danny and Robin had been meeting on.

"What is going on?" He asked, unconsciously stepping in front of Danny.

"Robin, get away from him." Batman growled. Damian looked around his family, geared up for a fight. Batman was clenching and unclenching his fists, Nightwing was idly swinging his escrima sticks around, Red Robin had his bo staff slung over his shoulder and Red Hood's fingers were twitching near his holsters.

He felt Danny shift behind him. "I was wondering how long it would take before this happened."

"What is going on?" He asked again.

"Your friend there is dangerous." Red Hood said.

"The Justice League has been tasked with finding and turning him over to the proper authorities." Batman said.

"I'm not going back." Danny said, his hand going to his chest.

"He hasn't done anything." Damian said.

"He escaped a high security facility, killing two dozen people." Red Robin said.

"Wouldn't you?" Danny asked. "If you were kidnapped at fourteen, tortured for years, experimented on for years, wouldn't you escape?"

"Killing isn't okay." Batman said.

"They took my eye!" Danny said, eyes blazing green. "They cut me open. Have you ever seen your heart beating outside of your chest? Because I have. They deserved so much worse than death."

Everyone on the roof shifted uncomfortably and Danny took a shuttering breath. "I will not go back."

There was a blinding white light and Danny was gone.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #dc comics #crossover #fanfic #dp x dc #damian wayne #dead serious #not my best work #not really happy with this

[blissxjj]

Hello!! I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if you could write about touch starved MC x Satan (it’s your choice if you wish to include more brothers!)? I’m not sure if the shivering and tingly effect on the reader is due to being touch starved. So it might be sweet to see Satan figure out how they’re not afraid of him, just sensitive to soft or sudden touches, that’s all! (You could add in that MC hasn’t had their first kiss yet 🤭)

Hello and thanks for being my first ever obey me request :3

I love your idea and i think jumpy and touch starved innocent MC is the best canon out there <3

So here it is

Satan X Touch Starved Innocent MC

Warning:

NSFW (a little suggestive nothing too crazy)

Satan:

All the brothers thought you were too innocent for the devildom and they thought you will get killed here easily but to their surprise you managed to make pacts with all of them

Satan was surprised you managed to make a pact with Lucifer, you really are one little clever human

He really adored your personality and really wanted to have you just for himself

always looking to get your attention but you usually cut it off before he gets to touch you or even hold you

And now that he really think about it you never liked to hug or hold hands with anyone and whenever Asmo surprise hug you or grab you you just struggle and run away covering your face

Satan was determined to have you and his first thought was to make you comfortable near him

He invited you to spend time in his room saying he wants to discuss a book with you

You arrived at his room and he opened the door, you went straight to his bed and put some books on the floor to make space for yourself to sit down

Satan was studying your every move looking for any signs of discomfort but there were none

You looked perfectly comfortable and happier than usual having this stupid smile on your face

"I wonder what made you so happy MC" Satan asked

You immediately turn red and look away trying to think of an excuse but before you could say anything

His hand was on your chin guiding your eyes to his green orbs

He flet you shudder upon contact and he was happy you didn't push him off yet, he broke the silence saying

"Tell me the truth kitten don't lie to me"

He moved his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear and the words just couldn't come out of your mouth you were shivering none stop every time his hand moved an inch

"I- i love spending time with you Satan" you stutter out

He was happy you said that but that's not the answer he is looking for

"Then why do you push me away when i try and touch you? Are you that afraid of me?" He asked now sitting on the bed near you

"I am not afraid of you Satan... i want you to hold me i am just not used to it that's all" your voice was close to a whisper

And suddenly it hit him you where touch starved never really had an intimate moment with anyone other than him right now

"Answer me this MC... are you comfortable with me touching you like this?" He said getting his face close to yours

"Of course! ...I mean if you want to" you said loosing eye contact

He got close to your ear and you shudder at the feeling of his hot breath on your ear and neck he whispered

"That's the answer i was looking for"

In a split second you felt his soft lips on yours and your eyes shot wide open

You broke the contact and looked away embarrassed on so many levels

"What's wrong kitten want me to stop?" Satan asked

"No i- don't really know how to k- kiss" you said

Satan laid you back on his bed and got on top of you

"First kiss huh?" He asked

You nodded

"Don't be shy just follow my lead and don't be afraid honestly i don't care if you don't know how to kiss"

He said gently rubbing your hips and sides making you feel all kinds of things in your body

He continued getting closer to your face

"just the thought of your lips on mine makes my brain go blank"

You finally look at him realizing he is now in his demon form

You waste no time to grab him by the tie and pull him closer for another kiss.

Bold move right there MC :)

All right that's all for this scenario love the idea and had so much fun writing it thank you again for your request <3

Masterlist

#fanfic #fandom #stories #obey me #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me scenarios #satan x mc #satan x reader #satan #request #anonymous #wattpad

[mswritergirl02]

Holland Tunnel for a Nose

In which Harry accuses Y/N of playing with snow, but not the kind of snow that falls from the sky.

->Reader Advisory: The following writing contains mentions of intoxication and illegal substances. The content may not be suitable for all audiences, particularly those who are sensitive to such themes or are underage.

A/N: Make sure to follow me! I'm going to be posting everyday (:

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Harry paced back and forth in the living room, his worry growing by the minute. It was way past 2 am and Y/N still hadn't come home. He’d called her many times, but all he got was her voicemail. At first, he tried to brush it off, thinking she was just hanging out with friends and lost track of time. But as the night dragged on and it hit 1 am, then 2 am, his concern skyrocketed.

She was supposed to be back by midnight, which seemed pretty fair, but now he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. Now Harry didn't want to seem too controlling or jealous, but as time went on, those worries faded away. All he cared about was his Y/N's safety, and every unanswered call made his stomach turn.

With a creak, the door swung open, and Y/N stumbled into the room, her laughter ringing out loud and uncontrollable. Relief washed over Harry but was quickly replaced by concern as he took in Y/N’s intoxicated appearance.

Harry walked over to her, his heart leaping into his throat as he approached her side. "Y/N, where have you been? I've been worried sick!"

Y/N waved him off with a careless grin. "Relax, Haz, I'm fine. Just had a few drinks with friends."

Harry's brow furrowed as he caught a whiff of alcohol on her breath. "A few drinks? You reek of booze, love.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, swaying slightly on her feet. "I'm perfectly fine, my phone died, and I lost track of time.”

“Lost track of time? It’s past 2 am, love. I’ve been so worried.”

As they spoke, Harry didn't fail to noticed the subtle signs – the rapid movement of her eyes, the sniffing, and the nervous energy radiating off her in waves. His heart sank when he realized what they meant.

“Y/N, are you on something?"

Y/N giggled again, shaking her head. "No, silly! I'm just having fun."

Still not convinced Harry gently cupped her chin, his heart sinking as he saw the dilated pupils staring back at him.

“Y/N, what did you take, and don't lie to me," Harry's voice was firm, his grip on her chin gentle yet unyielding.

"I can see it in your eyes, your pupils are huge. What did you take?"

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise, her breath catching in her throat. Suddenly she felt a surge of anger rising within her, fueled by the combination of alcohol and the selected drug coursing through her veins.

“What did I take?” Y/N’s voice was sharp, laced with irritation as she pushed Harry’s hand away from her chin. “You think I’m some sort of junkie?”

“Could've fooled me.”

Rolling her eyes at his comment Y/N took a step back to avoid his gaze, but her balance faltered, causing her to stumble backward and collide with the closed door. A muffled thud filled the air as she struggled to regain her footing.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Harry’s voice carried a mix of concern and frustration as he rushed to her side, his hands reaching out to steady her.

Y/N brushed him off, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger. I’m fine, Harry! Just leave me alone.”

Harry’s seafoam green eyes flickered nervously between Y/N’s warm chocolate brown ones and the black purse hanging off her shoulder. His heart raced with worry, but he knew he had to find out the truth. Without a word, Harry’s hand shot out and snatched Y/N’s purse from her shoulder, startling her.

Her eyes widened in panic, and she let out a string of curses. Her hands were now reaching out to grab her purse, but Harry turned his back to her, blocking Y/Ns path and holding the bag out of reach. Ignoring her, Harry’s fingers brushed against something small and plastic. He pulled out a mini plastic baggie, and his heart sank.

“Are you kidding me, Y/N?” he growled, gently pushing her back against the wall and holding the baggie of white powder in front of her face. With wide eyes, she reached out to grab it, but Harry was quicker.

“Are you fucking serious right now Y/N?”

“You took an Uber home, anything could have happened to you on that drive. Do you even care?” his voice trembling with anger, but she remained silent, her eyes on the baggie in his hands.

Her silence only fueled Harry’s rage further. “Oh, now you’re quiet, huh? Now that you’ve been caught red-handed?” he spat.

Y/N’s lips curled into a sneer, and she finally opened her mouth to snap back at him, her words laced with venom. “Mind your own damn business, Harry! You don’t get to tell me how to live my life!”

Harry wasn’t having it. She doesn't get to play the victim.

“No, Y/N, you don’t get to be mad. You fucked up, and now you’re going to listen to me,” he said firmly to which Y/N let out a sarcastic laugh.

“Maybe you should focus more on your music and actually writing a fucking song instead of sticking your nose in other people’s business”. In her mind, she hoped those words would make him back off and let her be.

Harry’s expression darkened, hurt flashing across his features. “That was a low blow, love, and you know it.”

“Well, maybe you should mind your own business for once! I don’t need you interrogating me like some kind of cop!”

Harry clenched his jaw tightly before marching to the kitchen, pouring the contents of the baggie down the sink, and running water over it, ensuring it was completely washed away.

and now Y/N was seeing red.

“Are you fucking serious? That was mine, you had no right!” She picked up her purse From the ground and hurled it at him with full force, but Harry ducked, and it missed him by an inch.

He stormed back to her, his face now towering over hers. “You’re crazy if you think you’re going to do drugs, and you’re even crazier if you think you’re going to be throwing shit at me love,” he said whilst tilting her head back and running his thumb over her bottom lip.

Y/N tried to push him away, but Harry grabbed her wrist.

“Sit on the couch, Y/N,” he said in a firm voice.

“F*ck you,” Y/N spat back, defiance in her tone.

“Don't make me ask you again. Sit on the f*cking couch, Y/N.”

Masterlist

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles fan fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles angst #dom harry styles #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfic rec #harry styles x y/n

[fromthedragonsdesk]

On Visual Novels and Catharsis

I never had a high opinion of Visual Novels. In my mind, they always seemed to boil down to the most basic wish fulfillment tripe that we'd collectively assign to the isekai genre these days, I'd wager. To me it was a waste of time or energy trying to interact with them (as an aside, I'm well aware that the Phoenix Wright series is arguably a visual novel, but I missed that boat by not having DS-era device). Even today, with a glance over most of games tagged 'visual novel' on Steam, you'll see what could be generously described as fetish pornography. So, seeing all this, I reinforced my belief that visual novels were for people who wanted some plot with their porn, and never thought much of it.

To my surprise, Steam insisted on recommending visual novels to me. I usually just tossed them aside from the recommendation queue, until I got two recommended almost back-to-back: Mice Tea and Changeling Tale.

Mice Tea had generally positive reviews, and many of them cited that the game's writing and characterization were generally humorous and appealing. So, given that it was on sale during the Steam Winter Sale, I figured it was worth a shot. Then, after basically binging on the game for 20 hours, I walked away thinking that I might have misjudged the genre on some levels.

I wouldn't say I was entirely surprised by Mice Tea - the reviews did it justice in terms of you, as the reader, wanting to root for the main cast to succeed. Most of the conflict didn't necessarily arise from an outside force, but rather internalized conflicts and the struggle to essentially be honest with yourself and those around you, risking vulnerability, essentially. At its core, I still felt like it was wish fulfillment to a significant degree, but the implausibilities were generally smoothed over enough to allow for suspension of disbelief to ride along with the story. And yeah, there... was a fair amount of catering to various fetishes and such worked in, but all in a fairly world-consistent sort-of perspective? At its core, the story was light, cheerful with moments of self-reflection and introspection, and wrapped up in a generally nice bow all in the end.

But what Mice Tea ended up doing for me, personally, was allowing me to lower my defenses during a particularly stressful point in my life, staying present in my mind when I then read over the reviews and such for Changeling Tale. I brushed off the emotion reviews, thinking that they were likely being dramatic.

I could not have been more wrong.

While set in a backdrop of old Scottish fantasy, I continually found myself impressed at how grounded Changeling Tale managed to make itself felt. I believe this is because the main character / player character of Changeling Tale (hereafter referred to as "Malcolm") is primarily reacting to the supernatural events occurring around him, rather than necessarily driving them by his own volition. Malcolm is thrust into a world that he already feels disconnected from due to his service in the military, and it cracks further open as fae magic begins seeping into the world around him.

That said, no one in the backwater town in which Malcolm has returned to handles the public appearance of fae magic particularly well, much less the three parallel storylines available to the reader between Jessie, Marion, and Grace. If anything, the most unreasonable reactions come from the player themselves, in how flippant or otherwise easygoing they handle changes happening to the people around them. That said, many decisions have a snowballing / weighted effect that can change plot directions far later on than one might expect, leading to fallings-out with friends and family, or worse.

But then something strange happened to me, as a reader, while working my way through these split storylines. Core messages seemed to stick out to me, interwoven among the stories. But they cut me straight to the core as a person; after finishing all 3 major storylines I was left shaking and bleary-eyed, wishing events could have turned out differently, desperately trying to reject the messages that had been suggested despite knowing deep-down that they were right.

"Be the best you that you can be."

"Encourage people to chase their dreams, but make sure you're pursuing your dream too."

"Sometimes peoples' dreams are irreconcilable with one another. That doesn't mean the love is gone, it just means that it isn't fair to either person."

"The size of the dream does not diminish its value; the holder of the dream determines its value."

(I intentionally omitted the storyline associations I would make)

When I held all of these thoughts together, an emotional dam burst in my heart. For years I never considered myself as having dreams or goals. For years I felt kind of confused and wondering if what I was doing mattered, or had worth. But somehow, a visual novel about fae shenanigans that dances alongside a transformation kink broadsides me with the realization that I AM where I want to be, doing what I am doing. I have a family who l love and loves me back. I am not pursuing a dream; rather, I am cultivating and maintaining a dream I have already attained. I am doing what is important to me and my family, and even if I'm not changing the world around me and leaving a name in the history books, I know that I am here and directly affecting the lives of those around me, and I'm not sure what more I could want for at this very moment.

And for the first time in quite a while, I feel content and satisfied.

#visual novel #changeling tale #catharsis #mice tea #scalie #furry #visual novel review

[poorlittleyaoyao]

Well its iirc said that the reason JGY is managing the whole crowd as JGS' right hand is because Zixuan's off on business, so maybe JGS purposefully did not send for his honorable hot head of a son in love with Yanli who may have derailed the meeting in a way not beneficial to JGS. Or MXTX just didn't want him there.

Ooh, this is interesting, and it gives me an excuse to go on about how JGY is presented when we see him serving his father at events.

At the Nightless City victory banquet, JGY's role seems to signify a decent amount of status. He's working the event, but JGS is there making announcements and greeting guests right alongside him and he has his own seat with the rest of the gentry, in a prime location right between his half-brother and his eldest sworn brother.

Fast-forward to the Phoenix Mountain Hunt the following month, and things have changed. JGY is master of ceremonies, explaining the rules of the competition during the hunt and commending everyone's performances at the banquet. He makes announcements at his father's behest and stands up on the dais near the throne, which seems like it's a privileged role, except that this time, he doesn't get to sit down.

He alone greets guests as they enter, he alone circulates in an attempt to deescalate the various conflicts his cousin instigates, he alone is responsible for finding more monsters to hunt when people throw a hissy fit about WWX catching too many. His half-brother, meanwhile, participates in the contests, goes on an awkward not-a-date with his crush, and spends the entire banquet (with all its drama) seated in silence. JGY's seeming authority prevents him from participating in the festivities the way that his supposed peers do. Yeah, he's by the throne, but he's standing--not unlike the servants.

Now, to be clear, he does have a place set for him! When he stomps over to try and make Jin Zixun stop bullying the Twin Jades into doing shots, he rises from the place across the hall from Jin Zixuan that's unoccupied in the second image.

So JGY's certainly afforded more status than a servant, but he's not being treated like a family member, either. No other Jin family members or disciples rush up with a bowed head alongside one of the maids to offer JGS a new cup of wine after JGS flips a table in anger at WWX's disruption.

And it's certainly not Zixun (who instigated the disruption and embarrassingly lost the ensuing power struggle) or Zixuan (who is still trying to marry the disruption's elder sister even after she publicly turned him down) who are getting wine thrown on them for their trouble!

All this is to say, I'm surprised to hear that the novel explains JGY's role as something done out of necessity due to Zixuan's absence, because my takeaway from CQL is that these responsibilities are a deliberate attempt to set JGY apart from Zixuan as different and lesser. Zixuan's right there and he does nothing, either in fulfillment of an assigned duty or of his own volition. I can't imagine him overseeing an all-sect meeting, even on something that didn't tangentially involve his personal life.

#jin guangyao #trying to be better about tagging characters in posts that took a modicum of effort so the tags are uhh. Not Awful.

[hoodharlow]

I'm Onto You

AN: :)

Requested? My coochie at 12:28 am

Warnings: smut

Word Count: 1.6k words

Jack and Miriam were in their own little world dry humping each other as Beyoncé sang Haunted. One of Miriam's favorite songs from the iconic singer. She pressed her ass onto Jack as he held onto her hips and moved them in sync. Jack felt a shiver ran down his spine as Miriam held onto his neck for balance as she sang along. 

The song finally ended. Miriam pulled away from Jack and fixed her skirt. She wore a chainmail set with D-Accori Roux strappy wrap-around heels. She gathered her hair into a ponytail. She reached for Jack’s wrist grabbing the liga on his wrist. Miriam didn't bring any bag to the concert; she only brought her phone but Jack had it because her skirt unfortunately didn't have pockets. She took off her glasses and used Jack's shirt to wipe the fog off them.

"Hot, huh." She said. 

Urban snorted and gave Maggie a knowing look, "Obviously you would get hot if you dry humped your fi–"

"Okay I get it." Miriam giggled shyly, hiding into Jack. 

He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her hair. 

The rest of the concert flew by. There weren't many songs left. Jack turned to Miriam and he could tell she was making mental notes for her movie. Her character went through it and after hiding she was making a surprise musical comeback. From what Miriam envisioned for her character she had to do a mini concert in order to properly execute it. 

Jack knew Miriam was nervous. She's a talented actress, had stage presence and a voice that many current pop stars were lucky that she was sticking to acting because if she got into singing, several would not be able to keep up with her. The only thing Miriam really struggled with was the dancing portion. She spent most of the concert studying the dancers and how Beyoncé was able to stand out while she danced with them. She observed how Beyoncé interacted with the crowd and how the crowd interacted back. She also made note of the set list and how each song made so much sense in that order.  

"Ready?" Jack asked. 

"Yeah, uh, my mom told Shawn, we were going to be here and he wanted to say hi." Miriam said, typing on her phone. 

"Shawn?" He asked. 

"Yeah, you know, Jay-Z." She waved him off.

"You're telling me HOV wants to say hi?" Jack's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. 

"Mhm," she smiled like she just didn't tell him they were about to be in the same room as Beyoncé and her husband. She handed Jack her phone so he could store it in his pants. "They're sending security to escort all of us."

"Escort us?" Maggie asked when she walked to the couple. 

"Yeah, uh, Beyoncé and her husband wanna say hi." Miriam mumbled. 

"I'm sorry I don't think I heard you." Jack's mom laughed. "Did you say Beyoncé and Jay-Z want to see you?"

"No, I said they want to see us." She gestured to the group. 

"Jack's sense of humor must’ve rubbed off on you." Maggie said in disbelief. 

Just then Beyoncé's security guard walked over to them. Miriam smiled and told him how it was just the four of them. He took them to where Beyoncé and Jay-Z were. After half an hour of talking with the famous couple, they were escorted back to Jack's car. 

"So we just hung out with Beyoncé and Jay-Z…" Urban said as they drove out of the stadium. 

"How do you know them?" Maggie asked Miriam. 

They were sitting in the back row while Jack drove them and Urban sat on the passenger side. Miriam was too tired to sit in the front and give Jack directions and Maggie didn't like sitting in front so Urban sat there. 

"My mom and B became friends when my mom auditioned for Obsession. Obviously my mom didn't get the role but her and B stayed friends. When I was in high school I sometimes babysat Blue." She explained. 

"Oh that's so cool." Maggie nodded. 

They spent the entire drive to Jack's parents' house talking and giggling amongst themselves. Jack smiled as Miriam threw her head back, cackling at what his mom said. 

"This is me." Maggie said when Jack pulled into the driveway. 

Jack got out of the car and opened the door for his mom. She gave Miriam another hug then got out. Maggie hugged Jack. Urban also got out to bid her goodbye. They waited until Maggie was safely inside before getting in the car. 

"My Uber is ten minutes away." Urban told them. "Y'all can go."

"And risk your ass getting kidnapped and your two girlfriends beating my ass? Yeah, no. We'll wait." Jack said. 

They leaned against Jack's car talking about the pre-season of their indoor soccer league. Miriam stayed in the car and fell asleep. When Urban's Uber arrived he and Jack bro-hugged. Jack got in the car and found Miriam sleeping soundly across the sear. He unbuttoned his shirt and covered Miriam with it, staying in his undershirt.

The drive home was quiet, save for the music playing on almost inaudibly. Jack made a stop at the Hardee's drive-thru and ordered chicken tenders for the two of them. Miriam slept through the drive-thru, earning a suspicious look from the cashier when they saw her sleeping in the back. Jack swore up and down that she was sleeping and reiterated that she was just napping because she was tired from the Beyoncé concert. 

When they arrived at their house, Miriam was still asleep. Jack carried their food first then went to get her. He carried her bridal style on to the brown couch and gently plopped her onto it. She finally woke up, confused about her surroundings. 

"How long was I out?" She asked, stretching. 

"Like forty minutes." Jack told her, passing her her food. 

They ate in silence then cleaned up so they could change out of their clothes. By the time they settled in bed, neither of them were tired. Miriam from her nap and Jack because he had been performing and traveling the last few days, he hadn't gotten back into his sleep schedule. So they went downstairs to watch a movie. Their bedroom didn't have a tv. Daisy huffed dramatically when she saw them cuddling and went upstairs. 

Miriam stopped paying attention to what they were watching and took in Jack. There was something about seeing him in basketball shorts and a white tank top that made her feral. All she wanted was to choke on his cock while fucked his face then she wanted him to with his body fully on her. 

She gently placed her hand on Jack’s cheek, turning him away from the movie. Miriam swiveled her hips around so she was fully straddling him. She leaned in and kissed him. Jack held on to her hips and grinded her on his cock, making her whimper softly. He removed his hands and brought them to the neckline of the white tank top that she also wore and effortlessly tore it down the middle. 

"Seriously?" Miriam playfully rolled her eyes at him.

"I'll buy you a ten pack at Target." He reassured her as he laid her on the couch. 

Jack opened the flap of the ripped shirt and kissed her body until he reached her neck. He instantly found her sweet spot. He nipped and licked it, making her whimper his name. He pulled away and sponged kissed down her chest. Miriam tugged at his curls and arched her back, giving him better access to her breasts. He peppered kissed all over then licked one of her nipples, gently tugging them with his teeth. When he finished her other breast, Jack kissed his way down her body. He was ready to settle in between her legs to go down on her, but Miriam wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. 

"I meed you in me." She said. 

"I can make that happen." Jack smirked. 

They lazily made out with their hips rutting against each other's. Miriam's moans and whimpers grew desperate as Jack left teasing touches here and there. He finally pushed down his shorts, and pulled out his cock. He laid on his side, stroking himself. With his free hand he moved Miriam's panties to the side and slipped his ring and middle fingers in her. 

"Jack, please just– AH!" She cried as he slid into her in one swift movement. 

Jack tilted her head up so he could kiss her. He wrapped one of her legs around him, bringing them closer as he took her. Her breath hitched at how good it felt. The familiar feeling came over her once more. Miriam was about to come, and Jack knew it. His thrusts got more precise, hitting where Miriam needed him.

“Let me hear your pretty sounds when you come on my dick.” He encouraged her. 

That drove her over the edge, and she repeated Jack’s name over and over until her climax faded. Jack continued thrusting in and out of her. 

"Please Jack, fill me up. I need you in me." She whimpered.

"Yeah? You want me dripping outta your pussy?" He grunted.

"Yes," she whined as another orgasm took over her body.

That was all he needed to hear. His thrusts grew sloppy. As he pounded into her, one of his hands found one of hers. Jack pressed their foreheads together, noses bumping against each other. He held.her gaze as he came, pushing himself deep in her. 

Once they catched their breath, Jack carried them to their bedroom. They quickly washed their bodies and settled in bed. Miriam yawned loudly and nestled on his chest. Jack rubbed her arm, doodling with her arm hair. They both ended up dozing off in each other's arms until the morning where they would spend the first hour devouring each other.

Taglist: @heavyhitterheaux @cherry4everrr ​ @carma-fanficaddict ​ @youngharleezy @youngharleezyxo ​ @babyharleezy ​ @that-90s-girllll ​ @alinaharlow @harlowcomehome @nattinatalia @webinurcloset @gassyandsassy1 @jackharloww @awhore4moree @noescapricho-essentimiento @neon-lights-and-glitter @purecinnamonextract @whywontyoulovemecami @camificrecs

#jack and miriam #jack harlow #jack harlow smut

[for-a-longlongtime]

So. I accidentally ended up writing a Frankie x Santiago x reader fic...

I say 'accidentally' because I was all in on writing my Javi P x Tim Rockford fic (which is still happening!), then wanted to write a short drabble for @legendary-pink-dot's birthday - and that's how things quickly escalated. Oops.

Shouldn't be surprised though considering Frankie and Santi are, hands down, my absolute fave pairing.

Right now it's looking like the final wordcount will be near 20K words, so I'm thinking I should break this up into two parts. Also because it's been taking over my entire brain and life living in my head and Google docs for 3 weeks already, and I'm overthinking everything because ngl I'm pretty nervous about posting my first fic. So, endulge me if you don't mind...

FYI, @morallyinept is currently feedbacking the first part - she is an absolute GEM! And I have to give massive props to @sin-djarin @magpiepills @imalrightllama @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin in particular who have been so damn encouraging and patient as I've been constantly running tidbits past them for the past weeks.

Whoever catches the reference in the title wins a cookie, btw.

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Nothing That I Didn't Know (teaser)

Frankie watches you across the crowded bar, standing close to Pope as you’re talking while waiting for drinks. Something tickles in the back of his neck, raising the little hairs there, then all over his arms and everywhere else, like he’s been zapped by a little bolt of electricity. He knows he’s had plenty of tequila - probably more than enough for the rest of the night - but still he can’t help but reach for another shot, unable to tear his eyes away from what’s happening in front of him.

The liquor burns deliciously in his chest as it goes down smoothly, sinking into the rest of his body; undoing and releasing way too many safety clips that normally stay bolted down, and he has to work hard to not reach for another shot. Fuck, his head is loud. Much too loud.

Had been that way already earlier, at the beginning of the night, as he’d watched you and Pope at the bar getting shots for the table. Messing around with each other, and he’d smirked when he saw you triumphantly snag away the shot in front of him - you two were always at it. But then the tone had changed, and he knew it was happening before you seemed to register it - he recognized that look on Santiago’s face.

The set of his mouth, the way his chin would tilt up slightly, the little telltale signs right before he attacked. Watched as he’d suddenly grabbed you, sharply pulling your arms behind you as he shoved you against the bar with his body, and Frankie could feel his mind and body immediately responding in a diametrically opposed manner - his brain in loud protest, the "what the fuck, Pope" right at the tip of his tongue even though he was much too far away to even be heard - immediately protective of you. But his body betrayed him, blood suddenly rushing away from his brain as his cock stirred, immediately painfully trapped against the denim of his jeans. Fuck. Fuuuck.

He saw Santi say something against your ear as you struggled, and the roar in his head was suddenly deafening in a way that made him uncomfortable - there was the instant urge to go stop it, pull Santi off you and ask what the fuck he thought that he was doing. But the other part of him, the one that throbbed in his jeans, didn’t even want to consider interrupting this - just wanted to drink in what was happening, what was next, wanting to know how you felt being pressed against the bar by him like that. Wanted Santi to press him against the bar like that.

He swallowed heavily when the realization of that last thought fully hit him, a hot mix of guilt and desire at the same time, then felt the wave of anger that rolled right after it. It didn’t matter whether it was hot to see - Santi had no right to touch you like that. YOU, you had no right to push back against him like that, even if it was just to struggle and break free, as you ended up pressed even closer against Santi’s front - clearly though inadvertently positioned right against his dick.

Don’t touch her. She’s–

Don’t touch HIM.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine mine mine.

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Tagging a bunch of you who might be interested in this (or is it tacky to do that when it's your own work? I don't know, man. Like I said, I'm really good at overthinking shit): @linzels-blog @goodwithcheese @maggiemayhemnj @rhoorl @goodwithcheese @undercoverpena @secretelephanttattoo @musings-of-a-rose @trulybetty @rifflovesjoey @avastrasposts @gemmahale @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @nerdieforpedro @ladybess-a03 @prolix-yuy @whatsnewalycat @ezrasbirdie @thewreckening @marisferasiop @perotovar @max--phillips @wannab-urs @idolatrybarbie @inept-the-magnificent @gasolinerainbowpuddles @alwaysmicado @romanarose @chronically-ghosted @alltheglitterandtheroar @boliv-jenta @covetyou @5oh5 @reallyrallyauthor @radiowallet @writefightandflightclub @exquisiteserotonin @pink-whiskey-woman @anavatazes @youandmeand5bucks @arcanefox207 @fettuccin-e @ghostofaboy @angelofsmalldeath-codeine

Want me to tag you when the first part drops? Leave a comment or rb and I'll add you to the taglist!

#frankie morales #santiago garcia #triple frontier #pedro pascal #frankie morales x you

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead

Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.

TW for SA. Steve was violated, too. He deserves to have a voice, too. These guys need a lot of healing and love. They're going to get it.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Steve’s POV

It was early in the morning on Saturday, and Steve was staring at his closet, trying to decide what to wear. He was pretty sure that Eddie was joking when he called it a date. . .hadn't he? Spending time lately with Eddie Munson and Nancy has been a surprise, but he was finding it quite enjoyable. He was definitely still in love with her, but he was also starting to have feelings for Eddie. It didn't take the kiss to realize that, but it definitely helped. He and Eddie hadn't really talked about it, nor had he talked about it with Nancy. It had been a vulnerable moment for Eddie as he thought he was dying, and Steve wasn't sure how to approach the subject. He wasn't sure how to even deal with his feelings for two people, and he couldn't help but wonder if this is how Nancy felt struggling with her feelings for two people had gone. . .if Nancy had feelings for him at all. If only there was a way for him to date both of them and for them both to be okay with it.

"This is crazy," Steve muttered.

After what seemed like forever, Steve decided on a striped red and blue polo. He straightened the red collar and stared at the lip gloss sitting on his dresser. He debated with himself and finally decided on wearing it. They've seen him in Scoops Ahoy before wearing lip gloss. He puckered his lips and started putting it on, trying not to think about smearing it across Eddie's mouth with his own. Steve stood back and started doing a slow turn in front of the mirror. Were his jeans tight enough? Maybe they were too tight? Or too loose? Steve slapped his own ass. No, just loose enough. Steve winked at himself in the mirror and shot himself finger guns.

"You got this," Steve whispered, and then he deflated. "This is not a date. Stop acting like it's a date."

A loud knock on the front startled him, and he headed downstairs. He told them where to meet, right? When he opened the door, Hopper was standing on his doorstep.

"Hey, kid, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Hopper asked.

"No, I'm not heading out until later," Steve said and stepped aside. "Come on in. I made coffee not too long ago. Would you like a cup?"

Hopper shut the door behind him and smiled.

"That would be great. Thanks," Hopper said and followed him into the kitchen. "You got a big date later today?"

"Well, I wouldn't call it a date," Steve blushed. "I'm meeting Nancy and Eddie later to look through my grandfather's things at his old salon. Nancy wants to work on her sleuthing skills. I doubt she'll find anything newsworthy."

"Maybe not newsworthy but maybe worthy to you. What brought this on?" Hopper asked, taking a sip of the coffee Steve set in front of him.

"Well, I kind of want to go to cosmetology school to become a barber," Steve said, tapping the counter nervously.

"You would be good at that. I remember going to your grandfather's shop. He'd be the only one my dad would trust with his hair. You do remind me a lot of Otis," Hopper said.

"Really?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, he'd be proud of you," he said. "And I think he would be touched that you wanted to follow in his footsteps."

"Thanks," Steve said, swallowing thickly.

"You thinking about reopening the shop?" Hopper asked.

"Well, with the mall taking up most of the businesses, I'm not sure that would be the smartest decision," Steve shrugged.

"Well, you'd be surprised with how many people loved Otis," Hopper said. "Think they'd love to go to the salon again, knowing his grandson was running it in favor of going to the mall. People used to come in from out of town to get their hair cut by him."

"Wow," Steve said. "I didn't know that. I was really little when he had to close the store."

"Well, if you need any help setting it up, I'd be happy to help out," Hopper said.

"Thanks, Hop," Steve said, smiling.

They fell into silence for a while as Hopper finished his coffee.

"I don't know if Nancy talked to you, but. . . ," he trailed off.

"She said that you needed to talk to me about something," he said.

Hopper sighed and pulled a small object out of his pocket. He placed it on the table. It was a role of film. Steve looked at him questioningly.

"I don't exactly what happened the night Barb died, but I do know that Jonathan was looking for his brother and stumbled onto your little get-together," Hopper sighed. "I also know that he took a picture of you and Nancy getting. . .close. Particularly, of Nancy taking her shirt off. I know when you found out that you tore up the photos and broke his camera, which I have to applaud you for not decking him. Turns out he kept the film strip all this time."

"He kept it?" Steve asked softly.

"Nancy found it when she went to pick up her things," Hopper said.

"She didn't say. . .was she okay?" He asked.

"She was a little shaken up. She was probably trying to prepare herself to talk to you about it," he said. "I'm going to ask you the same thing that I asked Nancy. Do you want to press charges against Jonathan?"

"Charges?"

"For violating your privacy, harassment, stalking, and trespassing," Hopper said.

"What did Nancy say?" Steve asked.

"I'm not going to tell you until you tell me your answer," he said. "What do you want to do?"

His stomach churned as it did the same damn day he saw those photos. He remembered seeing them for the first time, and he couldn't help but hate the guy who took them. He remembered how worried he had been at the idea of Nancy seeing them. While over eager sometimes, he always made sure that his sexual partners felt safe and comfortable with him. . .to think that someone did something like what Jonathan had done. . .to make Nancy not feel safe doing that when she clearly wanted to. . . Well, it pissed him off. Jonathan had come into his backyard and took a picture of something that was supposed to be private. Not to mention that he saw Barb sitting there looking all sad and lonely, then left without asking if she was okay, but he made sure to take her photo. Both Steve and Nancy had thought she had gone home. . .Jonathan had been the last one to see her alive. He could have done anything and maybe the demogorgon. . . No, it would have taken him as well or killed him. He took Nancy's photo without her permission and Barb's photo because. . .what?. . . He thought they were saying something? He also knew that Jonathan probably still meant something to Nancy, that he definitely still meant something to Joyce and Will. He liked them both.

"No, I don't want to press charges," Steve sighed heavily.

"What do you want to do then?" Hopper asked.

"Chuck this fucking film role at his head for starters," Steve said and Hopper laughed.

"It's exactly what Nancy did," Hopper said. "It's alright if you're angry with him. You're allowed to feel all that and let it out in a healthy way. Don't learn from me. I've kept so many things bottled up until it's stormed out of me. Release a little bit of a time, and it won't break the glass. Getting angry doesn't mean you're anything like your dad. You have every right to be hurt by what Jonathan did."

"You keep saying that you don't give good advice, but that seemed pretty good to me," Steve sniffed.

"It was a rare moment, probably won't happen again," Hopper said, and Steve laughed. "Come here, kid."

He pulled Steve into a hug, and for the first time in a while, Steve realized that this was what it was supposed to feel like to have a dad. Steve pulled back from the hug, wiping his eyes.

"You need me to stick around?" Hopper asked.

"No, I just . . . Need time to myself. I need to think," Steve said softly.

"I get it," Hopper said. "You know where to find me if you need me, kid. I'm here. I'll get someone to dispose of the negatives."

Steve nearly bit his tongue to stop himself from saying 'thanks, dad', but he managed, and then Hopper was gone. He stood in the entryway for a while, just staring at the wall as his mind went blank. He slowly walked up the stairs to his room and stared at it from the doorway. He glanced at the plaid walls and the plaid curtains as well as the plaid blanket on his bed. Whenever his parents were gone, like they were now, Steve always felt much safer with them out of the house. He felt like he could breathe again. His parents didn't like clutter. They liked everything orderly, just another way of letting people know that they're better than other people, especially Steve. At the same time, it was also another way of hiding their differences like their freak of a son who wasn't allowed to have the things that mattered to him. He kept them tucked away in a box so his parents wouldn't give them away. They loved to give away stuff for 'charity' to make themselves look good. They especially loved using his stuff. So when they were gone, he would pull his things out and set them up. He felt safer when they were up, but he had yet to pull them out, and looking around the room, he suddenly felt overwhelmed. He wanted Nancy to feel safe with him that night, and it failed to happen for both of them.

Barb had died that night while they were together, and a part of him would always feel guilty about that. He also knows that him and Nancy weren't doing anything wrong. They both wanted to be with each other that night, Steve had made sure that it was what Nancy wanted as well. If he learned anything from his parents' relationship, it's what not to do. Steve wandered over to the window, the very window that Jonathan had taken a picture of, and stared down at the pool. It felt like it was taunting him. The only time he had ever really felt safe here was when his grandfather lived here for a while, then when he had become friends with Tommy, and then Nancy came into his life. When she was there, it felt like nothing could go wrong, and then shit had hit the fan. His heart got broken, and the kids came tumbling into his life as well as his house. All these people. . .they had made it a home because that's what they were. . . Not the house itself. No matter where he went, they would follow him nestled safe inside his heart, and he could turn anything into a home. . .except for this house. Suddenly, he knew that he couldn't stay here anymore. He had to find another place to live. It was the final nail in the coffin.

"Fuck you!" Steve screamed, tired of holding it all in. . .tired of trying to remain 'perfect'.

He grabbed the flimsy, shitty curtains and tore them down. He ripped them in half easily. Stupid, ugly cheap curtains. He stared at the red car poster hanging in his room, the only thing his parents let him keep, and then his eyes landed on his bat. He picked it up and swung. It hid the picture, the glass breaking as the nails pierced it. The picture clattered to the floor. He turned to the haunted window and swung again. The glass flew outward as his bat went through the window. He stared at the plaid walls and let out a yell as he hit it with his bat, careful to avoid the studs. He hit the ugly wallpaper over and over again until he accidentally hit a stud, and his bat got stuck.

He slid to the floor, tired, and stared at the destruction he had caused. He started to laugh until his laughter turned into tears, and then he was just crying as he thought about the night that led to the downfall of his relationship with Nancy. He thought about Barb and how he wished desperately that she was here, that he could get to know her. He wished that Jonathan hadn't been in those woods, that he didn't have a reason, too. He wished that the Upside Down didn't exist, and he could still have all of the important people in his life. He wished his grandparents were still alive so he could have parents who loved him. He wished his parents were different. He wished for so many things, but most importantly, he wished people could see him for who he truly is. . . The person he always tried to be.

Steve cried so hard that he knelt on the floor with his head in between in his knees as he released all of his pain, his anger, and his sadness. He released everything, including the contents of his stomach, all over the floor. He wiped his mouth and didn't bother cleaning up the room. He moved his boxes and clothes into the guest room, leaving everything in his former room just the way it was. He made sure to grab the bat, though. He changed clothes and brushed his teeth but didn't bother reapplying his lip gloss. He put on his comfort sweater and ate some toast. As he munched on his toast and drank some water to rehydrate, he wondered how Nancy had handled it. He sighed. He needed to see Nancy. He wasn't going to push her to talk, but he kind of needed at least talk to her about it.

He played soothing music as he drove to Nancy's, and he realized he hadn't called first. Shit. Oh, well. He pulled into the driveway and walked up to the front door. After he knocked, Steve was relieved to see that Nancy had answered the door first.

"Hey, I thought we weren't meeting at the Salon until later?" Nancy asked.

"Uh, something came up. I wanted to talk to you about it. Do you want to go to the quarry?" Steve asked.

"Sure, let me get my purse," Nancy said.

The drive to the quarry was silent, as was the walk down to the bottom. They sat on a small patch of earth, took off their shoes as well as their socks, and put their feet in the water.

"Hopper came to see me this morning," Steve said.

"He told you about the film strips," Nancy stated.

"Yeah," Steve said softly and paused.

"You don't have to talk about it if you're not ready," Nancy said gently.

"I don't know, I think I might have overreacted. I just stared at my room, at the window, and just started hitting everything in the room with the bat. I lost it, then I started laughing and then I cried. I cried so hard I threw up. I don't know, it was like on top of everything in that house that happened to me. . . To us. . .it was just too much. Either that, or I really am crazy," Steve said.

"Steve Harrington, you have every right to feel the way that you do," Nancy said. "You're not crazy for finally letting it all in. You've held in so much for so many years. At first, I was just mind of numb. I was in shock. I kind of let everything in that I had been ignoring and pushing away. I told myself that it wasn't that, not compared to what happened to Barb. When I got home and took a nap with Holly, it helped to know she was there. Yet later that night, I woke up in the middle of the night from yet another nightmare about Barb, and I puked my guts out. We've been holding it all in, don't you think it's time we feel it?"

"Yeah. . .it's just . . . It was you he took a picture of, Nancy. Do I even have a right to feel this way?" He asked softly.

"It was your house. . .your room. I was taking my shirt off to sleep with you. It was our intimate moment, and he violated that moment for both of us. You have every right to feel that way, just as much as I do," Nancy said.

"I can't believe he kept it," Steve said.

"He said he forgot it was there, which might be the case, but it still makes me feel weird," Nancy said, rolling her eyes.

"I'm not sure if I'm ever going to be able to like the guy, Nance," Steve admitted honestly.

"And that's okay, too. You don't have to like him just for my sake," Nancy said. "It was really sweet that you tried to."

"I really wanted that moment to be special for us, Nancy. It meant something to me that you wanted to be with me like that. I want you to know that," Steve said softly.

"It meant something to me too," Nancy said sweetly.

"Do you think I overreacted?" He asked.

"You reacted exactly the way you felt you were supposed to when something like this happens," Nancy said. "You just need to let it in. We both do. Feel it now and forgive him later. . .not for him but for us."

Nancy put her arm through his and leaned her head against his shoulder. Steve stared at the rippling water ahead of them. It really was beautiful out here.

"Do you think that one day we're going to think about what we did that night without thinking about what else happened then, too?" Steve asked.

"No, I think we're always going to remember, but I do think, I hope that we can finally stop being scared of the intimacy we shared that night," Nancy said softly. "It was never a mistake. . . Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"I never apologized for calling you bullshit. . .for putting the blame all on you," Nancy said. "You didn't deserve that. You weren't a shitty boyfriend either. You were the perfect first boyfriend and I fucked it all up. Don't say it was okay, either."

"It wasn't okay, but neither was what happened that night. After spending time apart, we both had time to think. I think I forgave you the moment you walked back into my life, Nancy Wheeler," Steve said.

Nancy opened her mouth to say something else but closed it again. He kissed her forehead. Steve sighed and leaned his head against hers. He felt closer to her than he ever had before. Maybe it was going to be different this time.

Chapter Seven

#stranger things #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #nancy wheeler x steve harrington #stancy #eddie munson #nancy wheeler x eddie munson #edancy #eddie munson x steve harrington #steddie #nancy wheeler x steve harrington x eddie munson #stedancy #nessie #bisexual steve harrington #bisexual eddie munson #pansexual nancy wheeler #pan4bi4bi #stranger things fanfiction

[starsfic]

(Demon King Red AU) were DBK and PIF are accidentally sent to the future and witness their sons madness.

"I've always been a good son"!

Demon King Red AU belongs to @purble-turble.

"I've always been a good son!"

Their son's enraged voice echoed off the walls of the palace. The nobles all winced, clearly showcasing the fear that gripped them all. Fear was good as a king. It meant that people knew better than to try you.

It was the opposite when it came to the young man gripping his wife's shoulder tight, staring at Red Son with wide eyes. DBK was almost sick at his pale face, at how subtly he flinched. In this nightmare world, his granddaughter struggled against the Little Thief's hold, clearly uncomfortable with the tense atmosphere, but he did not set her down. The little baby did not struggle either and DBK was willing to bet that the Little Thief would be even less unlikely to set him down.

If he did, then this would be the end.

"You are a good son," he said. The nausea stirred even harder at how his son- no, not his son, barely his son perked up. It was a twisted reflection of how his son lit up at any hint of praise, any sign of approval. How long had Red Son been starved of that? No, he needed to focus. "But you are not a good father to your children. Nor are you a good husband to your mate."

At first, it seemed like he was.

When he and his wife had been sent to this strange future, a future where they had fallen, their son had met them. He had continued on their work, rebuilding the shabby remains of a court into something grand. DBK had not been surprised. He had always known that his son would be a wonderful king.

What had surprised him were his grandchildren.

At first, that had been wonderful.

DBK had always wanted a home full of children, resembling the beauty and grace that was Iron Fan. When misfortune had rendered Iron Fan with only one child, his perfect little son, he had turned his hopes to grandchildren. He had never even imagined a world where he didn't get to see them.

Here, he hadn't, but there they were: a perfect little calf princess and a tiny monkey babe. He could've done without the Little Thief, but that hadn't mattered as much, not when he was holding his grandchildren!

Not until Iron Fan had pointed out things that led to a horrifying truth.

Now, he stared down at a person he could not recognize.

His son would never do the things this man had done to his children and husband.

That man was staring at him as though DBK had spit on him and torn his nice hanfu. His jaw was dropped and his (blank, empty) eyes were wide and horrified.

"And we're leaving," Iron Fan's voice rose. "We are taking Qi Xiaotian and his children to a safe place before we come and deal with you. You are clearly unwell-"

A fireball shot down the hall. DBK dodged, feeling the heat as it sailed by. The Little Thief let out a shocked scream. The fireball had been directly aimed away from them, DBK noted absently, his heart racing. The person who had launched it stared at them.

His eyes were still empty.

"It seems like I have a pair of cuckoos in my castle," the man who claimed to be their son hissed, a manic grin twisting his lips. It was too wide, showing too many teeth. "And they think they can expose my family, my darling... The Little Thief flinched. "To the outside world?"

His hands lit up in flames.

"Don't do this," DBK warned. "Don't even think of attacking us."

The man's head lolled back, his smile growing even wider. It looked like his words hadn't even registered.

"Too bad."

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Analysing Why Williza Wouldn't Have Worked Out Through The Lens of a Pop Song

Hey, hi, hello!

This is not a post for the Willizas lol

I have no idea how many Stela Cole fans are among the Scarleteers, or, well, the ScarNashers.

This, I know it's a surprise, is not about Patrick and Eliza for once, but Eliza and William, though not in the best light, if that makes up for it, folks.

Stela has a new song called Blood Orange Wine and the lyrics kind of reminded me of Eliza's and William's relationship and how it lowkey went up in flames.

(I do feel I should acknowledge that, as far as I know, Stela's song is about a toxic relationship, which I don't think Eliza's and William's was, but if some of the lyrics fit, what can ya do?)

For your enjoyment:

1, just the title, Blood Orange Wine, itself: Eliza likes to drink wine, not beer, although she does drink whiskey, but usually in the presence of men eg. William, Patrick and probably Moses too (gosh I miss him)

2, I know it wasn't this extreme in the show, buuuut He knew the reasons I was scared of love - she was scared of entering a relationship with William, and I think the the reasons for that are:

a, he was her only family outside of Ivy, if it didn't work out, she would absolutely lose him (which happened in the end, and she didn't really get to have a say in the matter)

b, he was the only person she had ever felt romantic feelings for up until then

c, she had never been in a relationship, whereas William had been known for dallying with actresses, hell, he even courted her childhood bully

d, his image of the wife he wanted to marry differed so much from who Eliza is as a person, and Eliza, rightfully, didn't want to change herself completely just to fit that image

3, Told me he'd catch me if I fell, then he went running off - he confessed his love then upped and left, aka ran off, even though they were supposed to stick together since they were practically family, especially post-Henry's death

4, Knife to my throat until I opened up - again, I don't mean it literally, but he confessed his love, probably knowing Eliza wasn't ready, especially with the bomb that he was leaving for a year

5, He left me bleeding, now I'm freaking out - in that he left her to her own devices in regards to:

a, working out her feelings

b, knowing she was struggling to get cases at Nash & Sons and that she would no longer have access to Scotland Yard the same way without him, even with Fitzroy there (it's a bit redeeming though that he knew Nash was back to help Eliza)

c, knowing she had suffered a probably traumatic experience of not knowing whether he would live or die after getting shot

d, freaking out, as in she is sulking, or as she calls it, brooding, which is totally understandable, in my opinion, looking at the circumstances

6, Oh, I'm losing my forever, he only lets me down

a, Eliza and William were supposed to be endgame (still, I'm glad it didn't happen), they were each other's "forevers" right until they weren't

b, he only lets me down - she had to manipulate him in order to get him to help her, even though she needed his help, it wasn't (just) about her ambition

7, Wrapped around his finger, now my finger's wrapped around this glass

a, remember how important it was whenever they held hands or even their fingers touched?

b, in season 1, she regularly used her more womanly red dress to get him to do what she wanted, aka had him wrapped around her finger, because he wouldn't have helped her earn a living otherwise

Honestly, the more I wrote for this, the angrier I got. I still love William as a character, but they kinda fucked up his whole arc. Respect to Stuart for leaving, even if it wasn't because he saw that this would lead nowhere.

All of this, I think, supports why Patrick is a much better match for Eliza, even just as a friend and partner, but also as a potential love interest.

#miss scarlet and the duke #miss scarlet pbs #msatd #eliza scarlet #william wellington #anti-williza #patrick nash #scarnash #hopefully i won't get too much flack for this xd

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Everything I Love II Din Djarin x Reader

Born to Beg For You: non-linear one shots. The Mandalorian helps a slave.

Summary: after traveling together for several months, you trust the Mandalorian and he gives you a hand.

Warnings: minors dni, 18+ only! Brief mention of scars and how reader got them, smut, fingering, f!receiving.

Word Count: 1.8k

You were nervous as you slowly pulled your shirt up, baring your skin to the Mandalorian.

Your back was covered in scars—tough and leathery. He reached a gloved hand up, gentle as he touched you. You flinched and he hesitated. You were breathing hard, tears pricking at your eyes. They flowed down over your cheeks. His fingers pressed over your skin.

Memories of that day poured through your brain, like molten metal, searing its way into the space between the two of you. You tell him then, of what happened to you. 80 lashes. You should've died.

“It would've killed her,” you whispered, closing your eyes as you tried to keep your thoughts together. “My sister. I couldn't let them hurt her. It was just a piece of bread that she had stolen. I–I took her place. They made her watch.”

You didn't look at him, but the way he breathed harder told you of his anger. 

“Hut’uun.” He hissed. Coward.

His tone sent a chill down your spine.

His hand trailed up, grabbing onto your shoulder to turn you. You did so, but kept your eyes trained down as you pulled your shirt back over your head. You were ashamed. You hated the scars. You had done your best to protect your sister, but it hadn't been enough. It was never enough.

He could see right through you, your mind traveling a mile a minute, and he hooked a finger under your jaw. 

“Look at me,” he commanded, his tone calm. You could sense the rage underneath it. You struggled to do what he asked, but eventually drew your eyes to the shine of his helmet. You swallowed as he stared through you from behind the visor, more tears pouring down your cheeks. “Thank you for showing me, cyar’ika. I'm sorry that happened.” 

You were surprised by the apology. No one had ever apologized for it before (not that you had shown very many people). It was the unfortunate reality of your life. It took you time to respond, thinking over his words carefully. “Thank you, Mando.”

He cleared his throat. “Djarin,” he said. “My name is Din Djarin.”

The flow of tears was unstoppable. You closed your eyes as his hand cupped your cheek, brushing them away with his thumb. You placed your hand on the back of his, leaning into his touch. 

“Thank you, Din Djarin,” you corrected yourself. His shoulders sagged slightly, his helmet turning down towards you. He leaned forward and his helmet was cold against your forehead. You didn't mind. 

His hands moved then, sliding around you and pulling you into a tight hug. You hugged him back, holding onto him like a lifeline. You rolled around his name in your mind, mouthing it as you held each other. You wanted to keep this moment locked away in your mind, as you weren't sure when it would happen again, if ever. The thought gave you an idea, a bold one.

You pulled away, and in a moment of bravery, asked, “Can I stay with you tonight?”

“Senaar,” he spoke softly. “Are you sure?” 

You began to feel panic rising within you, blindsiding you. Were you sure? After everything that had happened, would you be able to handle it? What if he rejects you? He doesn't want to stay with you, he didn't say yes, he would've said yes if he did, he doesn't—

His voice cut through your line of thought. “You're thinking too fast. You are always welcome to stay with me. I just want to make sure that this is something you want.” 

You swallowed around the lump that formed in your throat, and nodded. “I do. Want this, I mean.” You gestured between the two of you as you spoke. “I mean, how long have we been traveling together?” 

“Five months,” he replied. His tone seemed amused at your acknowledgement of your growing feelings. "I thought you'd never ask. You're always too wrapped up in your brain.” 

“Hey, my brain is a wonderful place.” 

He grabbed onto your hand, leading you to his quarters. “I'm sure I can think of a better place to be.”

Your heart pounded harder in your chest at his implication. He wanted you, too, to some degree, the extent you weren't sure of, but it was enough that he agreed to you being in his bunk.

He flipped on the light, holding out a hand to invite you to sit on the bed. It was a smaller space, even smaller than yours, and his broad shoulders made it seem tighter of a fit than it actually was. You sat down and scooted up the bunk until your back was against the far wall. He watched you the entire time. 

You smirked, holding out your finger and curling it towards you in a beckoning motion. He pressed a button by the door, and the room was plunged into darkness while the door closed. You felt the bed dip as he crawled up towards you. 

Instead of feeling trapped as he came to lay beside you, no doubt looking at you through his visor—you knew it had night vision—you felt invigorated. Your hands reached for him in the dark, pulling him towards you as you grasped onto the beskar of his chest plate. One of his hands reached around the back of your neck, pushing your forehead against his helmet while the other rested on your hip. 

Not raising your voice above a whisper, you felt intrepid as you said, “Din, I want you to undress me.”

The man shuddered, tightening his grip on you, waiting to see if you would change your mind. When you didn't, he quickly got to work. 

“Mesh’la,” he murmured as he unbuttoned your pants. “Ner mesh’la senaar.”

Then you heard his gloves fall to the floor, and soon your pants followed them. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you up and settling you with your back to his chest. His hands fell to your thighs, and you felt yourself trembling in anticipation. He squeezed them gently before bringing one hand up to trail a finger underneath your underwear by your hip. 

“Should I take this off, too?” His voice was deep, husky with lust. Doubts of him not wanting this, too, were washed away. You couldn't find words, only nodding your head. That was all he needed, and you could hear the sound of fabric tearing as he ripped it off of you. 

“I'll get you more,” he crooned. “Especially if it means I get to take them off of you like this.”

Your head fell back onto his shoulder as you breathed hard. His words went straight down between your thighs. You focused on the feel of his fingers, trailing up and down the inside of your legs, and how fast his chest was rising and falling. You could feel him through his flight suit, hard and twitching. 

“What do you want?” 

Another gush between your legs. 

“Whatever you'll give me. Gedet’ye, please.” 

You thought that using one of the Mando’a words he taught you would rile him up, and judging from the way he gripped your thighs as you said it, you were right. 

He growled, literally, as his hand came to your pussy. He rested his hand on top of your pubic mound, his fingers rubbing into your folds. “So wet for me already?” He asked, chuckling. “Good girl.” 

You sighed at his praise, hands moving behind you to grab onto his thighs. You gripped them hard, holding onto them as he explored you. It didn't take him long to get his bearings in the dark, and from the way he touched you, two large and calloused fingers finding your clit and rubbing in slow circles, you figured he'd done this before. 

The moan he pulled out of you when his pace increased was sinful, and he groaned as soon as he heard it. You rolled your hips into his hand, eager for more. His other hand came to your hip, stilling you. “Patience, cyar’ika.” 

You rolled your head, pressing your cheek to his neck. He rubbed tight little motions against you, causing your body to jolt. His fingers applied more pressure, and your thighs slammed closed around him. He chuckled again.

His fingers dipped inside of you as his free hand forced your legs back open. They curled and then pulled out, finding your clit again, and he repeated the motion: in, out, circling. It was dizzying, and had you falling apart on top of him. You wanted him to choose one or the other, this felt like teasing, and it didn't take you very long to beg. 

“Djarin, please,” you sputtered. “Need more.”

“Tell me what you need,” he commanded. “Guide me.”

Your hand moved to his, where it stilled. You pushed his fingers inside of you, both of you groaning aloud, and you removed your hand. His thumb found your clit, pressing against it as he pushed his fingers into you, curling them until he found the perfect spot. When he found it, your back arched, the stimulation was too much. 

He read you like a book, feeling the way your body shook, listening to the sacrilegious sounds you made, until he had you right where he wanted you.

It didn't take long for your quivering body to give into him completely. You could feel yourself climbing higher and higher, threatening to break, and then it gave way. You tightened around his fingers and you came hard. Your eyebrows furrowed together and you swore that colors exploded behind your eyes, a guttural groan of Djarin’s name dropped from your lips.

He worked you through your orgasm, stroking inside of you and pressing against your clit as you shook atop him. His cock was hard against your back, twitching with each jerk of your body. Then everything became too much, overstimulation causing you to squirm away from his hands. He held you firmly in place, but pulled his fingers out of you, resting his hand on your bare thigh. 

You grabbed his hand, bringing his fingers to your lips, and sucked them into your mouth. The sweet taste of your juices had your eyes rolling back. You could hear him moan behind you and then you were being turned to face him, your thighs wrapping around his middle. His fingers never left your mouth, and now he watched you as you bobbed your head and stared through the visor at him. 

His shoulders were tense, his body rigid under you. You rocked your hips forward, your pussy pushing against his member. His other hand shot back to your hip, stopping you. 

“N-no,” he growled, and then dropped his head to your shoulder as you pulled his fingers out of your mouth. His helmet pressed into you, and your hands came up to cradle the back of your neck. “You have no idea how much I want you. But I want to take this slow.”

His admission made your cheeks warm. I want you. 

You nodded, leaning your head on the beskar resting on your shoulder. “Okay,” you said. “We can do that.”

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a hug.

“Your trust is not lost on me,” he whispered. “Thank you.”

You smiled to yourself. He was worth waiting for. 

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