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aurumacadicus · 2 years

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Featheruary Part 9

Don’t forget to black list ‘long post’ if you don’t want to see my long posts! This is short enough I’m not putting it under a cut. You can find part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here, part 5 here, part 6 here, part 7 here, and part 8 here.

“I’ll be extra careful,” Bucky continued hastily. “Where would be best for you?”

Tony continued to give him a stony look, just for a moment, so that Bucky felt properly warned. Then he turned, walking over toward a group of decorative plants. He pulled out a thick yoga mat from behind them and turned, shoving the coffee table out of the way with his foot so he could spread it out.

“Y. You just. You just keep a yoga mat back there?” Bucky asked, blinking. “What’s wrong with leaving it out? Your living space is so… barren.”

“Tidy,” Tony corrected in answer, instead of ‘to make it difficult for other people to hide weapons in my living space.’ He didn’t want to have that conversation right now. Also it wasn’t necessarily a lie—he’d taken to making sure his living space was tidy so that various cleaning bots could disinfect all surfaces when he’d had the reactor, because he’d been so susceptible to illness and infection. He wasn’t sure what everyone was expecting to see when they walked into his apartment, though; he spent most of his time in the workshop anyway.

Bucky squinted at him anyway, as if sensing it was not as simple as that. Still, he seemed to accept it at face value, if nothing else, because he walked over to stand beside the mat as Tony shuffled down onto his knees so he could spread himself across it. He reached out to help him pull his shirt off. “We’re using your own oil, yeah?”

“Yup!” Tony chirped, crawling down to lie on his stomach. He spread his wings and flapped them a couple of times, then crossed his arms under his chin. “I wasn’t joking about having glands that border on overactive. Doctors say that’s not unusual for people with wide wingspans.”

“Ah, I guess I never noticed. My family was all albatross, so everything was just… normal,” Bucky mused, carefully kneeling beside him and swinging his leg over Tony’s hips. “And Steve was so sickly, he varied wildly between too much and not enough.” He slid his hand through Tony’s dark feathers, careful, just feeling, before he carefully slid his fingers through to the skin. “How soon before you fall into a nap?”

“Hrngh,” Tony answered, already fighting the urge to simply melt into the mat.

Bucky blinked. “Wow.”

“Talk fast,” Tony said. He’d groomed his wings recently enough that Bucky wouldn’t need to do much but touchups—he hadn’t known Bucky would offer to do it, after all—but it would allow him to ease into it, figure out how to use his metal hand if he could. Unfortunately, being groomed by someone else was the sort of novelty that he couldn’t really get used to it so that he didn’t just melt into a puddle of goo on the floor.

Bucky picked at his wings for a moment, considering, before he finally said, “Natasha talked to you, didn’t she?”

Tony sucked in a deep breath, then let it back out in a long, slow sigh. “Yeah. She didn’t bully me into anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I’m finding to my absolute horror that it takes a very special kind of person to bully you,” Bucky admitted, reaching down to carefully rub the oil gland butting up against the base of his right wing.

Tony could count the people who could properly bully him as Pepper and Rhodey, so he didn’t feel too bad about it. Still, sometimes Natasha said things in such a tone with such a glare that he did feel compelled to do what she said, probably on the Virgo moon or whatever. “Sometimes she manages.”

“I’m not surprised.” Bucky carefully massaged the oil into his feathers at the top of his wing. “But she gave you the kick in the butt you needed, or whatever?”

“She said what I was doing was cruel to us,” Tony admitted slowly, then frowned a little. “Or… maybe not cruel, but… unfair, I guess. That we couldn’t decide what the other deserved. That I needed to put us out of our misery one way or another, because you’d left it up to me, whether I wanted to try anything or not.”

Bucky took a few minutes to mull over what he’d said, even as he methodically and carefully sorted out his feathers to oil. Finally, he asked, “And do you? Want to try anything. You know how I feel.”

Tony grimaced and hoped that Bucky didn’t see it. “I regret to inform you of this, but I need your feelings laid out just to be certain.”

“…Ah,” Bucky said after another pause. “Well. Cards on the table, I guess. You’ve done a real good job taking care of me and I was starved of affection for seventy years, so it was really just a matter of time before I fell in love with you.”

Tony carefully turned his head to peer up at him. “You said that before. I don’t know… I haven’t really done anything to dese—” He paused, then shook his head a little. “Not deserve in the sense that I don’t deserve love, or anything. Just… I don’t think I’ve done anything special to warrant it, I guess. Couldn’t even get the balls to ask to groom you myself,” he mumbled into his arms, mostly to himself.

“You don’t ask for things,” Bucky said, and his voice was carefully gentle, as if to keep from riling him up. “I’ve watched you, Tony. You don’t open yourself up to being vulnerable. Showing you want something is giving someone the chance to take it away. I asked you to groom me and you about vibrated out of your skin, and I could tell you were trying to downplay how happy you were to be asked. I felt like such shit for needing an excuse to ask you when you clearly would have said yes.”

Tony thought about refuting the statement, that he wasn’t so goddamn excited to be able to groom him, but he’d tried so hard to hide his glee and Bucky had still picked up on it. And it wasn’t like Bucky was wrong; asking for things left him vulnerable, and people rarely wanted to give him things, so he’d unfortunately learned that it was just better not to ask. He shrugged uncomfortably. “So what makes you think you love me?”

“I told you. I’m starved of affection,” Bucky said, but there was humor in his tone now, and Tony couldn’t help but snort. He shook his head. “Nah, I mean you didn’t do a lot face-to-face for me, but I know you did a lot behind the scenes. You did all the work to get us out of exile and back in the states, and you helped clear my war crimes. You always make sure there’s enough food in the common kitchen, stuff that we like. Sam’s favorite creamer. Those protein shakes you think are gross but keep Steve and Thor full. Tons of fresh fruit for me. There’s always enough equipment in the gym, and sometimes you leave us presents, like that rifle scope you made for me and Clint, or those new shoes with the blades in the sole for Natasha. Little things that you can deny when we ask, if you think we don’t like them.”

Tony heaved a long, slow sigh. “Well. Getting you guys back to America and your war crimes overturned was not small, but my lawyers were very excited to have something to research that wasn’t patent law.” He flapped his wing when Bucky’s fingers went lax, just to stretch the muscles. “Besides, T’Challa and Shuri helped.”

“…And you still can’t see why I wouldn’t fall a little bit in love with that?” Bucky asked. “Of all the things you’ve done for us—for me—that was the most selfless. I’d hurt you, orphaned you young, and you still saw fit to forgive me and help me turn my life around.”

“Yeah, well, I also orphaned a lot of people young,” Tony muttered. “And I didn’t even have the excuse of being tortured for several decades. Would have been a bit hypocritical to be mad at you for doing the same thing.”

Bucky pulled his wing up so he could look at him properly, frowning. “You thought you were helping people. I know your dad failed you, but Tony, he helped build the atomic bomb, and look at the damage that did. He thought he was helping people too. It’s not your fault you got caught up in American propaganda and its industrial complex and followed in your father’s footsteps—”

“I can tell this is supposed to be helpful, but you are not helping,” Tony said. “Who taught you these words? Was it T’Challa? Shuri?”

“Natasha, but like, when she was telling me about what happened in the war after I died,” Bucky answered. “My parents were from Romania, you know, I was always curious about—”

“Please don’t talk about it like you died,” Tony moaned, lifting his hands to cover his face.

Bucky scowled. “Come on. That’s basically what happened.”

“Oh my God,” Tony whispered.

“Anyway,” Bucky continued, turning his attention back to Tony’s wing. “Natasha said not to bring up Howard, so, sorry. My bad.”

“Howard wasn’t the worst part of your words,” Tony muttered, scowling.

“What I’m saying is, maybe the way I love you isn’t the right type of love yet. Infatuation, maybe. Touch starvation. Deep affection. But it could be that type of love if you give me a chance,” Bucky said, ignoring him. “And I… I would like it if you gave me that chance.”

Tony turned his head to squint up at him skeptically, wondering if he should force the point about Howard, capitalism, and the American Industrial Complex. He decided against it, though, because one time he’d been talking to Steve and he’d just hissed ‘capitalism’ in a really disgusted tone and Tony had felt the need to flee the room. Bucky shared similar views and quite honestly Tony had sat through enough lectures about capitalism from literally anyone who could get in his fucking ear. He knew enough. “Why me?”

“Because you didn’t look at me weird when you saw me having a panic attack that first night,” Bucky answered simply, and then, “Stop bellowing goddamn it I am being genuine here.”

Tony covered his face again, miserable. “I told you to move out of my fucking way while you were in crisis.”

“I am kindly reminding you that my panic attack was about how bananas taste wrong,” Bucky told him in a tone that belayed any kindness.

“I’d be fucked up too if I went to eat a candy-flavored apple and it didn’t taste like a Runt shape or Laffy Taffy,” Tony said.

Bucky leaned back, glaring at him. “You’re just making up words now.”

He wasn’t, but Tony wasn’t about to tell him ‘yeah, that banana flavor still exists, but in the form of candy.’ “Sorry.”

Bucky scowled at him a little longer, then returned his attention to Tony’s wing. “Anyway. I know now that you hadn’t eaten the entire day and you would have bodychecked anyone that got in your way, but… at the time, everyone was treating me like spun glass on my bad days, especially Stevie. I didn’t want to be treated delicately. I wanted to be treated like I was normal.”

“I’m obligated by Rhodey to say that anything I do is not normal,” Tony cut in.

Bucky didn’t seem offended this time. “Nah, he’s right, you’re a fuckin’ weirdo. But at the time? I just knew you’d treat me the same as you would anyone else. Well, except for Steve, maybe,” he added to himself. “He said you took pictures of him when he was stuck in the ceiling and didn’t help at all.”

Tony tipped his head to frown at him. “Do you think I would not also take pictures from the ground if you got stuck in the ceiling?”

“…Anyway,” Bucky said, clearly answering the question in his mind only. “Like I said. Maybe I’m not in love with you, yet, but I do have a lot of affectionate feelings for you that could become love if you let me have the chance.”

Tony raised his eyebrows. “Even if I tell you to get the fuck out of my way and bodycheck you away from the fruit bowl?”

Bucky leaned over him, lips spreading into a smirk. “It’s sexy that you can protect yourself from me.”

“I bodychecked you in the middle of a panic attack, Bucky,” Tony deadpanned. “It wasn’t difficult. You didn’t even pull a knife.”

“Yeah, but you’re small,” Bucky argued. “I have a natural advantage in fights.”

Tony gaped up at him, speechless. Then he moved his wing down a little bit, gave Bucky a hard look, then swung it down, sending Bucky rolling across the floor.

“Oh, this is a nice change,” Steve said later when he found Tony replaying the shrill ‘fuck?!’ Bucky had let out before slamming into the wall.

#aurumacadicus writes #winteriron #featheruary #wing fic #long post

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phoebe-delia · 2 years

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it would've been fun, if you would've been the one

So recently, in a conversation with the incredible and darling @wheezykat, we discussed what is probably in my top 15 Taylor songs, "the 1". That convo spurred me to get back into it, and I've been listening to it a lot since then.

I know no one officially prompted me this song, but I told Kat I would write it and dedicate it to her, so I'm crossing it off my 99 songs prompt list (This is no. 49).

Now I want to say before we get into it that I really wanted to make the title "in my defense, i have none, for never leaving well enough alone." but I didn't because as much as I ADORE that lyric it doesn't really capture the entire song. Anyway, enjoy total angst! post-breakup but the ending is hopeful, in a way. Kat, ily and this is for you!

I think about you more than I should. Not just when things remind me of you—no, I let myself remember you. Let myself listen to songs and read stories and look at pictures that make me think immediately, solely of you.

There's no guilt, really, on my end. I don't think I did anything wrong, nor do I think there must be malfeasance in order to end a...thing—if that's what we were. A thing.

Whatever it was, it was ours. And no one, not even you, can take that from me.

I just don't want to chalk it up to what if we'd been a bit braver? What if I'd cared less about what my friends might think, or you about the press? What if we'd trusted each other and ourselves to learn how to fight the right way—without wands or fists?

Is it weird that there's satisfaction in this? In poking my bruised heart to see if it still hurts? If it's still tender to the touch?

I know we wouldn't have made sense outside of our bubble, shiny and temporary and fragile. Our worlds are too different to be compatible, no matter how much we wanted to believe that our feelings for one another could overcome that.

But is it weird that I keep half expecting you to show up, one day, and say, "I'm back. I'm sorry. I'm ready if you are?" And I don't even know if I want you to, or if I just want to hope that I'm not the only one who needs the constant reminder that it was real, even if it fades a little more every day, memories crinkling at the edges.

All I ask, Draco, is just—please don't forget about me. Don't pretend I was a mistake or an anomaly. Who's that woman your mother wants you to court? Marry her, marry—whoever you want, as long as you're happy, but please don't let me be the only one who wondered then, and even now, what forever would look like for us.

I'm okay, I really am. I'm doing great, really, despite—well, all of the above. And this letter is going to stay tucked in the back of my desk drawer because it's more for me than for you.

But I hope somewhere, out there, you think of me every once in a while and it makes you a little warm and a little sad. It's selfish, I know, to hope that you've carved out a space in your heart that'll always be mine, that I'll always be a bit special to you the way you are to me.

Because you are, and you always will be.

I have a playlist of my 99 most listened-to songs of the year so far. Pick a number 1–99 and send me an ask and I’ll write you a fic based on it!

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filmperidot · 1 year

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High School TV Show Top Picks

Shows set in high school can be delightfully funny and bittersweet, or horribly embarrassing failures. Nowadays (it seems more often than not) your classically fun ‘teen show’ is a rare find. In a sea of shitty, and bizarre shows (looking at you Riverdale), there are still some good ones out there. As someone currently in highschool, I’d like to share a little guide to some of my top picks.

Before we get started, I also want to note that I think there’s a pretty big difference between shows that happen to be set in highschool/feature teens, and shows where their highschool experience is a large part of the plot. Coming of age is really a blanket term that can take a lot of different forms! For this post, I’m going to give my top picks for coming of age shows that are actually dedicated to the high school experience. While I love coming of age shows such as Stranger Things, and intense dramas like Euphoria, the main focus of those shows isn’t actually the fact that they’re in highschool. So this list is going to largely feature slightly more grounded comedies and dramas.

Derry Girls (2018-2022, 3 Seasons, TV-MA)- Derry Girls follows a teenage friend group in Ireland during The Troubles. It’s honestly one of the funniest teen shows I’ve ever seen. Each of the characters are nothing short of delightful, and their families are just as fun. To this day, it’s shocking to me that the cast are in their 20s and 30s- they truly nailed what it is to be a teenager. At only 19, 25-minute long episodes, it’s a pretty quick watch for a TV Show, but an endless source of serotonin. It’s extremely enjoyable for any age.

Sex Education (2019-, 3 Seasons, TV-MA)- Sex Education follows Otis, an awkward teenager who’s mother is a sex therapist, and his friends he attends school with. This show is a similar delight. It’s laugh out loud humor is well balanced with true poignancy, and it’s actually quite educational. Give this a watch if you feel like your high school health classes failed you!

Heartstopper (2022-, 1 Season, TV-14)- Heartstopper is a romance between two teenage boys set in England. This one was mostly included because of its overall sweetness. Its incredibly heartwarming, and quite refreshing to see such authentically kind and honest characters in a teen show centered around romance. This show is perfect for you if you enjoy teen romances, but are tired of seeing them portrayed as overly edgy, dramatic, or heavily sexualized.

Freaks and Geeks (1999, 1 Season, TV-14)- Freaks and Geeks tells the story of two groups of friends in the late nineties. Sadly, this show was cancelled before it could get a second season, which I consider a true tragedy. It’s funny, authentic, the characters are great, and the storylines are still as relatable and relevant today as they were when this show first aired.

I Am Not Okay With This (2020, 1 Season, TV-MA)- This show is about a character named Sydney, who’s dealing with highschool, family drama, romance, and superpowers on top of that. I Am Not Okay With This is really the outlier of this group of shows, since it does have a supernatural element. But I decided to include it here anyways because (as I stated previously) the actual highschool experience is still relevant and very relatable. Sadly, this is another show that was canceled after only one season. Now, I’m typically doubtful of most shows that have gotten canceled by Netflix. I watched a few of the ones that have received outrage for being canceled, and let’s just say I wasn’t impressed, which has made me a bit of a skeptic. But I can say, wholeheartedly, that the outrage was deserved for this one. The humor is fantastic, the actors perfectly embody their characters, and much like the rest of this list, the comedy is well balanced with deeper themes.

Please give these shows a try if you haven’t seen them! I’ll probably be making a post for my favorite broader coming of age shows, or maybe one for coming of age movies?

#tv shows #high school tv show #teen shows #netflix show #high school #derry girls #sex education #heartstopper #freaks and geeks #i am not okay with this #tv recommendations

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alex51324 · 1 year

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Meal kit update

As promised, here’s a follow-up to my earlier post about the EveryPlate meal kit trial offer. it came with invite codes for an even better trial offer than the one I got, so if you want one of those, let me know--I’ll put the details at the end of the post.

It came via UPS, on time and in a medium-sized cardboard box:

Inside the box everything was just kind of thrown in there:

The items that had to be kept cold--meat and a few slices of cheese, in the box I ordered--were at the bottom of the box, in a paper grocery-type bag with an ice pack. Everything arrived cold and in good condition--but it’s January, and it wasn’t sitting on my stoop for long, so I can’t speak to how well their packaging works in more challenging conditions.

Here’s everything I got:

Most of the stuff was wrapped in plastic, but the sturdier produce items--potatoes, sweet potatoes, onions, garlic, limes, and gingeroot--were just thrown in there.

Reminder from the previous post, the offer I used was four servings of each of three meals. The meals I picked were steak sandwiches, pork chops with rice and carrots, and a veggie bowl. The top row is the steak, which came in two packets, carrots (some for the side dish with the pork chops, some for the veggie bowl) and broccoli. Then there’s the pork chops, rice (four packets, two each for the pork chops and veggie bowl), scallions, and sweet potatoes, then regular potatoes, onions, bread rolls (for the steak sandwiches), and limes, garlic, ginger, and assorted seasoning packets. They offer two-serving and four-serving plans; it looks like a lot of the stuff is packaged for the two-serving plan, so if you did four servings, they just send you two of everything.

This particular service assumes that you will have some basic things in your kitchen already, so they don’t send you little packets of olive oil, salt, and so forth. I was surprised to learn that mayonnaise is on the list of things they assume you’ll have--I had to run out and buy that. (Although I do already have honey and soy sauce, which they sent me.)

Today I cooked the steak sandwiches. Here’s all the stuff for those:

This recipe is not a great choice for my “cook four servings and eat leftovers all week” strategy, but it looked good and I wanted steak sandwiches, so I picked it anyway. Today I made the potato wedges, cooked all of the sandwich filling, and made the garlic mayo, then finished and assembled two sandwiches--one to eat right away, and one to reheat.

I put the rest of the sandwich filling in a container; I’ll assemble the other two sandwiches later in the week.

The recipe wasn’t super well organized, and it included some steps that were fiddlier/created more dishes to wash than I’d have done if I were making steak sandwiches by ear. For instance, it had me cook the steak and the onions separately, then combine them, and for both steps it had me adding stuff (butter, water, the beef stock concentrate, a spoonful of sugar, a spoonful of flour) at various stages. Left to myself, I’d probably just have cooked the onions for a bit, then added the steak and everything else. But I played along, and it turned out good, but the whole thing felt busier than seemed really necessary--like they were trying to convince me I was really cooking.

Here’s my plate for today:

And my leftovers;:

The portion size seems pretty ample. If I had another roll, I could probably have gotten five sandwiches out of the amount of steak-and-onion mixture I had. The cheese slices seemed a little skimpy when I was taking them out of the box, but on the sandwich itself, it seemed like enough. (It’s Gouda cheese, which--speaking as someone within shouting distance of Philly--strikes me as a distinctly eccentric choice for a cheesesteak, but it was good.)

Summing up, good experience so far! I got it mostly to add some enrichment to my enclosure, and because the trial offer was a reasonably good deal.

As I noted before, for me personally, the full price isn’t a great value--it would have been about $70 for this box, which is a total of 12 meals; I can do a lot better than that at my regular store--but if you find food shopping and meal-planning to be an obstacle to cooking at home, paying a little extra to outsource those aspects could be worth it, IDK.

Picking what meals I wanted was fun; they give you about twenty options, with a good amount of variety. I did one thing I like but hardly ever make for myself (the steak sandwiches), one that’s a variation on a meal in my regular rotation (pork chops with a starch and a vegetable) and one that’s new-to-me (sweet potato broccoli and rice donburi).

Offer codes: They sent me a bunch of invite codes for a free first box (you only pay shipping; it’s $10.99, which is a steal for this much food), so if you want one, just DM me. You just have to be in the US and have a credit card; they make you sign up for a plan, but you can easily cancel it before they bill you for anything other than the $10.99. The billing schedule is five days before delivery, so if you know you only want the free box, just cancel the day it comes and you’re good. They do send you a shitload of email, but what else is new--use your throwaway if you have one.

(And seriously, don’t feel bad about just grabbing the free box and canceling. They chose this marketing strategy.)

#food #cooking #meal kits #meal prep

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rvnwtch · 1 year

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So I want to start this off by saying, ESO is my FAVORITE game. I literally have not invested as much time, effort and money (literal hundreds) into a game as much as this one. I’m also aware that my expectations are my own responsibility. Not to mention, things go on behind the scenes all the time that we don’t know about. Like maybe voice actors weren’t available or were sick or something… and that I completely understand.

But with all of that being said, I have some thoughts. (And want to hear from you guys too!!! And I’ll TOTALLY untag this if the post upsets anyone I just wanted to hear what other people are thinking too?)

Personally, I feel a little bit let down. This is my favorite chapter of the game and I love the story very much.

Adusa and the mad scientist vampire lab furniture set being added during the event were a fine idea, why not? But a lot of people got Adusa from the crown store last year in October. So what’s new for those people? What’s new for the returning audience?

This is not a big Ravenwatch centric post (not the point at all here!) but Fennorian was a part of the main story line and we didn’t get any new dialogue from him? (Even after getting a mention about him from Gwendis during the Zeal of Zenithar event just a few months ago?) And nothing from Svana, or Lyris either? Hell, nothing from even Maugh or Mjolen?

Not to mention the Impresario feels very… empty? All she has is the fragment stuff from the year long event (very fair to include those!), the companion upgrades, group healing kit, and a clothing motif set that (from the top of my head) I don’t even recognize? I mean I figured we would get something Greymoor related that we would recognize or be excited for? Maybe some kind of Ravenwatch memento or vampire memento or a bat pet or something?

And as for the event prologue quest I personally didn’t remember Mel. (Very happy for any Mel fans though!) I thought we were going to get something with Svana or someone in it? But you can’t even play the quest more than just once? I thought it was going to be a daily thing, so I was at least looking forward to that. But you can’t. It’s a one and done kind of deal.

I also don’t think we get any kind of XP boost or extra gold for completing quests in Western Skyrim. But I was waiting for that too? I started replaying the main quest on a new character and I’m pretty sure there was no incentive to replay the questline or for NEW players to pick it up?

So I’m just kind of wondering what the point of the event is, if there’s NOTHING new? No little easter eggs, or new dialogue or anything? And like, I’m aware that this all sounds kind of spoiled and bratty but I’m not mad. Just kind of sad because… what’s the point? Why do I want to play it? That sounds rough but when you’re writing a paper for class, professors ask you those same very basic questions. Who is your audience? Who are you trying to get to participate? and what’s the big WHY? For this, the audience (target or not) is going to be a LOT of people who have played through Greymoor before. It’s people who have most, if not all, of the dungeons and world bosses and delves completed. What’s NEW for all of us? We hear the Dark Heart of Skyrim event and we don’t think of JUST dailies (that we’ve probably already played through) and a pretty empty Impresario list. I’ve been excited for this event ever since it was first announced.

I’m also afraid that ESO might be using this to test audience interest in the zone/storyline. Like what if they wanted to see if we’re still invested in these characters and this area before starting/releasing something new including all of it? I definitely see participation falling off as the event comes to a close. Already fewer people are playing it than the first two days. At least when I was online anyway.

This just had the potential to be so cool and instead I feel kind of let down. And like I said, my expectations are my own responsibility, but… yeahh??

Sorry for ranting on main… I just don’t really get it and wondered if anyone else kind of felt that way?

#eso #dark heart of skyrim event #dark heart of skyrim #greymoor

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a-little-lostecho · 2 years

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@devintrinidad ssdjksdsk i actually wasn’t expecting anyone to read my random thoughts abt that but the amount of joy and serotonin i just received from u taking interest in it tysm :>

anyways they use the same pronouns as i do since he’s my sona (so he/they) and before i get into the logistics of my drawing i have to talk a little more about the octotrios’ countdown art bc i left a few bits of information out of the original post (since i wasn’t prepared for anyone to be so invested sdjskdjsk)

Jade and Azul particularly have a lot of other similarities, more so than Floyd and Azul, which makes sense considering the two of them are more similar to each other. like Azul and Jade both facing left with a hand on their hat and both of them smirking. the bubbles also surround them more as i think i mentioned before rather than coming out of their mouth like Floyd’s does. (although it may be interesting to not that jade lets the bubbles entirely surround him while Azul only lets them stay in front or to the side of him. is this important? possibly lmao but that’s not what i’m here to talk about so,)

my sona’s countdown art was sorta made to mirror both Azul and Floyd particularly. mirror Azul’s in the way the tweels are both facing back and in opposite directions w their heads tilted different ways, and mirror Floyd’s in the way Azul and Jade’s do. I did a few things to sorta mimic them so lemme try to list them rq (excluding the bubbles bc i’ll get to those later)

• azul faces down, mine has his head raised

• azul faces left, I face right

• both azul and I’s most notable clothing article is the grey colored thing but thats less bc of me trying to mirror moreso a coincidence

• floyd faces right, i face right

• floyd shows his teeth, i show my teeth

• floyd has his hands down and i have my hands down

• floyd and i both have our heads tilted up

• (and an extra not exactly pose related detail but general character design thing) both floyd and I wear our dorm uniforms more.. messily. haphazardly, you could say

it’s supposed to compliment and mirror aztweels’ cd arts like a missing puzzle piece, essentially, which fits the dynamic i’ve created for them in my head as well. like in the way Jade and Azul are most similar to each other, Lost and Floyd share more traits with each other than they do with the aforementioned two which i don’t wanna mention bc i’ve already been rambling so much and we haven’t even got to what you asked yet ah-

NOW! onto the actual bubbles lmao. notice that i’ve yet to mention jade yet in similarities i’ve chosen to reference/mirror so far. that’s because i referenced his art in the bubbles. the way our bubbles are placed is most similar (ie in the sort of three cluster pattern that surrounds the figure) except mine are with the addition of having the bubbles also come from my mouth in the same way floyd’s do for the aforementioned reasons.

beyond that onto the bubbles themself, i don’t have much to say when it comes to the shape of them besides the fact that i wanted them to be that way lol. somewhat anti climactic, but it’s probably worth noting that they’re organized in a way that makes it look like smaller, thinner, bubbles are gathering to form bigger ones rather than Jade and Azul’s who’s bubbles look more like bigger ones breaking apart. and my bubbles always tend to grow smaller as they rise (save for the corner one because I did that first so it looks most similar as i looked at the reference for it the most + it’s in the corner so we can’t see the top) i can’t really say more for what that means about me personally, it probably says smth lol if you look into it enough but yeah that’s abt it!

conclusion: my twst sona was created to compliment the existing dynamic more than anything else and steals a lot of inspiration from the above three because they grew up in close proximity together and have the habit of picking up on certain inflections and poses (in general, not necessarily seen here)

i’m sorry this was so long!! i got carried away, but i hope this satisfies your curiosity and if you’re interested in more i always love talking more about my sona’s and oc’s and would love new friends <33

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mylifeincinema · 1 year

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My Best of 2022: Assorted (Editing, Screenplays, Animated Film & More)

My Best of 2022 is a series of annual lists in which I pick the best of the best from 2022, all leading up to my official picks for My Top 10 Films of 2022.

My lists are a mess, right now. (Most are locked, but there’s a lot I haven’t seen that I’m trying to fit in, somehow. And I’m failing.) But I don’t care, I’m moving ahead, anyway. This will probably be the only post this week, as I’ll be seeing a few of my final ‘must see’ films of 2022 throughout this week, but I might try to squeeze Cinematography in before the weekend, as well. Anyway, follow along for plenty of lists coming over the next couple weeks! (This one and possibly Cinematography this week, and the next week and maybe the following one.)

This one’s pretty close to last year. Screenplays are back yet again, and will likely live here for the foreseeable future. Breakout Performance is also back, and the winner and runners up will also be eligible for their respective acting categories. Foreign Film is back, too, but know that I only saw a few this year. And I didn’t see any Docs, so none this year. Anyway, here are the ‘misfits’…

Production Design:

Babylon (Runners Up: Black Panther: Wakanda Forever & The Fabelmans)

Editing:

Everything Everywhere All at Once (Runners Up: Top Gun: Maverick & Babylon)

Ensemble:

Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (Runners Up: The Fabelmans & The Banshees of Inisherin)

Breakout Performance:

Stephanie Hsu* in Everything Everywhere All at Once (Runner Up: Gabriel LaBelle in The Fabelmans)

*Sure, I knew her from The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, but screw it, that’s TV and this is a star-making performance.

Animated Film:

Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio (Runners Up: Turning Red & Lightyear)

Foreign Film:

The Worst Person in the World (Runner Up: Athena)

VFX:

Avatar: The Way of Water (Runners Up: Top Gun: Maverick & Everything Everywhere All at Once)

Original Screenplay:

Everything Everywhere All at Once (Runners Up: The Fabelmans & The Banshees of Inisherin)

Adapted Screenplay:

Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (Runners Up: Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio & Bones and All)

Costume Design:

Everything Everywhere All at Once (Runners Up: Babylon & Black Panther: Wakanda Forever)

Makeup Design:

Crimes of the Future (Runners Up: The Whale & Blonde)

Sound:

Top Gun: Maverick (Runners Up: Babylon & Everything Everywhere All at Once)

Score:

The Fabelmans (Runners Up: Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio & Babylon)

Song:

“Hold My Hand” from Top Gun: Maverick (Runners Up: “New Body Rhumba” from White Noise & “Carolina” from Where the Crawdads Sing)

Enjoy!

-Timothy Patrick Boyer.

Next Up: Cinematography

More of My Best of 2022...

#movies #film #everything everywhere all at once #babylon #guillermo del toro's pinocchio #best of 2022 #mybestof2022 #assorted #animated film #score #song #editing #top gun: maverick #etc.

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minilpark · 2 years

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Hi there!! I was wondering if I could make a Top Gun ship request? (Hope I read your pinned post right and they’re still open whoops)

My name is Robin (any pronouns), and I’m terrible at describing myself but I’ll give it a go! I’d say I’m pretty outgoing, I really like talking to people and getting to know them. I’ve been told I seem like I know a lot of people, but I’m basically just friendly to everyone while only really having a handful of solid friends. I hope that makes sense ahsgdg. I used to be painfully shy but I’ve turned it around the past few years and learned to just go for it, it’s done wonders for my confidence. I love trying to make people laugh, my sense of humour is some mix of 12 year old boy and weird old woman. I’m from Scotland but I live in America, so my accent and tendency to swear too much stems mostly from my family and watching too much Billy Connolly as a kid lmao. Probably why I hate the heat as well. I’m constantly taking pictures and videos whenever I’m with friends, and I keep things like movie tickets in a sort of makeshift journal/sketchbook. I think I’ve got a fear of forgetting people and experiences, so I like documenting small moments. Apart from that I like anything storytelling based, so I’m into writing when I actually take the time to quit daydreaming. I love ‘kid’s’ media that have a darker slant to them, namely The Owl House, Over the Garden Wall, and Laika Studios movies. My hyperfixations change but right now I’m into Stranger Things, Top Gun, and Wes Anderson. As for hobbies, I’ve been playing bass for about 6 years, and I’ve been doing kickboxing and mma for almost a year. Music-wise I mostly like rock and punk leaning bands like Pinkshift and MCR (try before you deny), although I have a soft spot for Taylor Swift and ABBA in particular. My ideal date is probably something fun like a concert that we’d both enjoy, or going to see a late showing of some shitty movie and then making fun of it while walking back. Uhh my favourite colour is purple, favourite character in media is a tie between Kate Bishop and Inej Ghafa, and my favourite season is Autumn! Thanks for reading this (hope it wasn’t too ramble-y), hope you’re having a great day >:D

don't worry Robin, i really appreciate all the information you sent! it helps me narrow down the list of people i think you'd get along with a lot! also i totally relate to you on so many things it's crazy, you seem so cool!

anyways, i would ship you with rooster!

i think bradley would adore you, your confidence, your sense of humour, and the music taste (yes he would learn your fave songs on the piano to play for you). going into more detail, i think rooster would love the concept of making a scrapbook or something of sorts to document memories together. he would also be so interested in your hobbies and would want to do them with you (i vividly imagined you knocking rooster on his ass while sparring sorry). also, the thought of you two going to a concert together is so cool, he would def be the type to pick you up on his shoulders so you can get a better view and take pics if you want! in conclusion, yall would be an adorable couple i'd love to see it.

#topgun #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #topgun ship requests #moonknighttime

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mittensmorgul · 2 years

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What do you prefer as far as reading fics? For an already completed fic would you rather the author: post the whole fic at one time so you can binge all the chapters or read it at your own pace, or space out posting the chapters so you have something to look forward to a couple days a week?

Hi hi! This is one of those things that I think everyone has different thoughts and feelings on, for completely valid reasons. And honestly, whatever an author prefers is the best way for the author to post, you know?

It’s just a function of the AO3 sort feature that fics that are updated get bumped to the top of the search results list every time an author adds a chapter, and for a lot of authors this is a definite benefit. It helps grow their audience from people searching for what the author invested a lot of time in writing, you know? So I totally get why authors would choose to post serially, even if they’ve completely written the work already.

I am not that patient as a writer. I don’t post works in progress because it just doesn’t work with my writing process. I always go back and edit earlier parts of the story as I work out the later parts, so posting as I write is just not possible for me anyway. And once I finish writing, I have no patience for stringing out posting (I tried once, it was a disaster, I got anxious, and just posted the rest of the thing within days lol).

So I get why authors would make either of these choices personally for themselves. But as a reader? I always prefer to read completed stories. Because again, that’s just how my brain works. I will not remember details from a story if I have to keep putting it down for a week or two at a time (or longer). Especially if I’m also reading other things in between, and also trying to write my own things. My brain just can’t hold that many storylines at one time lol.

(for reference, the only reasons I’m surviving Dracula Daily are because a) it’s daily, or near enough, and b) i’ve read dracula probably 30 times already so my brain isn’t likely to forget details in between updates)

So I see a lot of fics I really want to read, that look intriguing as authors post updates week after week, but I’ll almost always wait until the story is complete before starting reading. Or I’d have no hope of being able to follow the story.

So really, it’s entirely up to the author! If they want to take advantage of the AO3 sort system, and they’re patient enough to wait for their posting schedule before updating, then more power to them! But I’ll wait until I can binge the whole thing, thanks. But again, that’s just me! I know a lot of readers who love the constant updates, even if it’s just a wait of a few days for an author stringing out posting a completed fic, and those folks would likely appreciate serial posting! And the rest of us (when we’re eager to read the story based on the concept/plot we’ve seen in promos) are happy to wait. :)

(the only thing I'd personally beg authors to do is to make a post alerting folks like me that the work is complete. Just make a new post, not the one with 30 reblogs with each chapter linked in a thread below it, or not just the final chapter's post, but a tidy one with a summary, maybe a teaser, and a link that leads to chapter one, because I love promoting completed fics! and I almost never reblog wip posts because again, I lack all patience and want to read the whole thing, and it's one way i resist hobbling myself when it comes to reading fic... i make it easier for myself however i can. and i personally find I abandon wip's that I start, because I'll pick up on the next chapter, have no idea what's going on, and have to read back again, and I just don't have time to reread all the chapters again every time a fic updates, so i just stop reading... which makes me sad. so personally I'll choose to wait. But I've discovered a lot of the time I'll see the same update post again and not register that it's announcing the story is now complete, because I've seen it so many times over weeks/months and mentally filed it as "wip mittens danger zone do not read" and I just... don't see the completion notice! but again, this is just me, and I have no idea how other readers feel about any of this, and really it's up to the author entirely how they prefer to post and promote their own works... readers will still find our stories regardless <3)

#adventures in fanfic

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owlixx · 9 months

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Sonic Wishlist: Playable Characters

So, basically, I’d really like a Mortal Kombat Armageddon of Sonic The Hedgehog - a game that finds a way to cram in “every” character in the series. Now, obviously, the canon of Sonic is far too sprawling to make every canon character playable even just across the main canonicity, but something along the lines of “every previously playable character” with a couple extra inclusions.

First off, this post is half just seeing how many Sonic characters I can name off the top of my head.

Also, this hypothetical game already kind of exists in the form of the Sonic phone games and Sonic Speed Simulator on roblox, but I’d like an official console release with every character ever.

Also also, this game would maybe need to not be a core sonic game and instead be a rhythm game, fighting game, etc etc etc although Sonic Heroes did a pretty good job of including a lot of characters.

Also wanted to just rotate my blorbos a bit and sort them into tiers of “how much I expect them to be playable”, which is not the same as “how much I want to play them”.

Okay okay so the first pick is obviously Sonic himself.

At the rate things had been going before Frontiers, I would’ve put “classic Sonic” as the second most likely character but I think maybe Sega has changed their stance there finally so I’ll say Tails is #2, Knuckles is #3, and Shadow is #4. And I’ll leave “classic sonic” at tied at #1 with regular sonic and/or counting as the same character.

Which is honestly kind of funny because Shadow is only playable in SA2, Heroes, 06, Shadow, and Forces as DLC which is pretty rough if you visualize it as a graph over time.

[Image description: a line going downward]

But he’s popular and for a reason too.

Anyways, I’d probably go with Amy for #5 mostly likely character to be playable in a future sonic game. Alternatively, you can view this list as who I would expect to be the roster in a future sonic game announced to have X many playable characters. And I’ll probably switch to tiers after a bit.

#6…probably Rouge? I love her dearly and love how much she features in Prime.

#7/8/9 go to team chaotix in the order of Vector/Espio/Charmy based on only Vector being in TSR and I think Charmy not being in sonic speed simulator at the moment.

#10 Silver and #11 Blaze. Sadly I think TSR and Olympics are the only playable appearances for these two since 06/RA off the top of my head but I think both are in generations at least? I still want to see Silver (and Rouge) in 2D gameplay

Uhhhh #12 Omega? All the robots would be much higher on a personal wishlist rather than a prediction

#13 Metal Sonic which is honestly lower than I’d have expected. Lot of good characters in these games I guess.

#14 Big the Cat, I call em like I see em. Seems like he is on the rise lately.

#15 Cream who I think has been weirdly absent lately. I really like the idea of having a Tails-adjacent character and she’s perfect for that. Id tolerate her being a chao garden NPC if it meant we got the chao garden back. But I love her being kind of a Sonic Advance representative and I adore that she does her rail grind animation from that game in sonic speed simulator too as a reference.

#16 I guess this is where I’d slot the Sonic Forces Avatar, probably just appearing as default one or as “Gadget” from the comics. Maybe with a couple alternate costumes to show off some of the gear sets.

At this point the list is just what order I can remember these characters in lmao

I do wanna stop here actually and word vomit the characters remaining I can remember so I can sort them more easily - Eggman, Chaos, Tikal, Mighty/Ray, team Riders, Gamma, Emerl, Zavik (if TSR counts), Whisper\Tangle (if mobile counts but then I’d also have to counts but then more of the sinister six counts too I think and I don’t like them)

Alright so I’d assign them… Eggman #17, Chaos #18, Mighty/Ray #19/20, Zavik #20 (not by choice mind you), Gamma #21, Tikal #22, Whisper/Tangle #23/24, Emerl would be #25 but I just remembered Marine/Sticks who I’m going to make #25/26 and then Emerl #27 (sorry bud)

Wow, uh, I’m struggling to think of more playable characters. We’ve covered Sonic 1-3, CD, adventure, Adventure 2, 06, heroes, battle even.

Uhhhhhhhh technically versus mode in Shadow lets you play as Android Shadow as featured also in sonic speed simulator so that’s #28

And teeeechnically player 2 of shadow can control any of the “helper” character so technically the alien starfish is playable that way and Maria too for #29 and #30

I forgot you can play as Chao in TSR until just now so we are gonna make that #31 instead of revising the list. I guess you kind of play as Chao in chao karate/races? And you kind of control one as cream in sonic advance.

OH sonic the fighters - throw in Knack, Bean, and Fang in the reverse of that order as #32/33/34

Honestly throw in Nights into Dreams at #35 for his playable appearance in Sonic Riders and the pinball table in Adventure.

I can’t remember if samba de amigo is also unlockable in any of the riders games or not…but go ahead and throw him in at #36 between pinball party and Sega racing and generally co existing.

I am NOT throwing in Ulala, her ass is not canon. Samba is at least a monkey. Same goes for Billy Hatcher despite his animal-adjacentness and the egg vacuum in shadow. I’ll make a separate list for most obvious crossover characters.

Maybe throw in “Eggman robot” as the entire #37 slot between all the badniks but primarily because they’re playable in riders.

I’m not counting super/hyper/werehog sonic or other transformations as separate characters for this list, maybe I’ll make a separate list.

Also not counting NPC’s that I’d expect to see made playable, that’s a separate list. Even if I think Marine is never actually playable…I’m still counting her as belonging on this first list. And I have no idea if Sticks is playable or not. Nobody does. And they’d share a slot and be alternate costumes likely anyways.

Okay so far this has been a list made entirely blind. I’m going to finally go on Google.com and see if I missed any canonically playable sonic characters, including all spin-off games but not including crossovers characters. I GUESS I will include sonic speed simulator and sonic forces (mobile), I did deliberately leave our 5 of the sinister six despite that “rule” I established.

WAIT - first, I just remembered Sonic R exists but I’m going to count Tails Doll and Cyber Knuckles as “transformations” instead of separate characters.

Okay now I’m going on google.com

I am counting the Sonic Prime characters as transformations/costumes, although maybe the new metal sonic would count as separate if he was ever made playable.

I am counting the sonic and the black knight characters as transformations/costumes

UGH Longclaw from the sonic movie is playable in sonic forces mobile…but she isn’t from a game originally and isn’t in any real sonic games even as an NPC or mentioned, so I won’t be including her.

I am counting Game World sonic from colors as a transformation/costume.

Infinite and Mephiles appear in sonic forces mobile…but I still think I’ll leave them for the NPC list because it’s my list and I pick the rules.

I did forget the just…actual bomb you can technically play as in Chaotix, I’ll count that as legit at #38.

I’m on the sonic wiki list of 130 playable characters right now - a lot of transformations or alternate versions of characters. I’m not counting sonic schoolhouse, also.

Counting Eggman Nega as an alternate version of Eggman, personally.

Leaving Honey the Cat for NPC/Crossover since that game didn’t release.

LMAOOO the sonic wiki lists Danica Patrick as a playable character because of Sega Racing.

Alright, that leaves us at…

Sonic

Tails

Knuckles

Shadow

Amy

Rouge

Vector

Espio

Charmy

Silver

Blaze

Omega

Metal Sonic

Big the Cat

Cream

Avatar/Gadget

Eggman

Chaos

Mighty

Ray

Zavik

Gamma

Tikal

Whisper

Tangle

Marine

Sticks

Emerl

Android Shadow

The uhhhh alien from shadow

Maria (lol)

Chao (really should be higher imo but I’m lazy)

Fang

Bean

Knack

NiGHTS

Samba

Eggman Robot (riders…I guess…)

In the end, this is really just a list of the order I could remember playable sonic characters in, which I suppose has its own value but doesn’t signify much.

I could make a list of my personal most wanted of this list - but just bump up all the robot and female characters and that’s about it.

And I didn’t say it earlier, but Sonic Adventure 2 Battle specifically is why Chaos and Tikal get a pass, although I suppose they’re also in the phone game, but then again I suppose that’s why I didn’t let Infinite/Mephiles into this list or the rest of the sinister six.

Now that I’m looking at it - 38 characters is asking for a lot. I think I start pulling characters out of my ass around #20, although personally Chaos and Tikal are both very dear to me and all the robots too.

Also just including palm tree panic here at the end because that’s what I’d like you to be listening to as you read this.

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #stab #🦔#gaming #wishlist #sonicccccccccc #I love you sonic #Sega #Spotify

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babyboibucky · 3 years

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The Match

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You come across your boss’ Tinder profile.

Word Count: 1,446

Warnings: HMMMM sexual tension 😏

A/N: I wrote this in a whirl and tried to format it through the app last night and it SUCKS so I’m posting this just now. Anyway, there will definitely be a smutty part two to this lmfao ya know it

Edit: PART 2 IS UP!!!

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Saturday night and you’re on your bed, wine-drunk and all as you mindlessly swiped through Tinder. You start to frown when none of the guys impressed you enough to swipe right. Their bios were all the same, revolving around their egos only to end up with the good ol’ “DTF” line.

Bored and disappointed, you almost exited the app until a very, very familiar face appeared on your screen.

“Holy shitballs, it’s our boss.” You sat up immediately, bringing your phone to your face for a close inspection.

Indeed, it was your boss James Barnes but he was using “Bucky” as his profile name. You wondered whether it was his real account or a poser one. But then you remembered his closest colleagues calling him that.

You snorted as you checked out his profile. He didn’t have a bio but had a couple of photos uploaded. And oh wow, is that a shirtless mirror photo?

You rarely worked closely with your boss but goddamn, sometimes you wished you did because he was a hot piece of ass.

“Should I swipe right...” you mumbled to yourself.

Would it be unprofessional to do so? But then again, you never really interacted with him that much. Just a couple of polite nods and greetings whenever you passed by him at the office. You weren’t even directly reporting to him.

That being said, you were quite sure that he wouldn’t swipe right on you given that you’re his employee. Of course he wouldn’t want to be the unprofessional one so being tipsy and all, you decided to take one for the team.

“Tss, what the hell.” You huffed out and swiped right.

Not even a second later, the “It’s a match!” message popped up on the screen almost immediately. You choked on your wine and dropped your phone, eyes wide and heart racing because you just matched with your fucking boss.

“Shit!” You hissed, diving onto the floor the pick your phone up.

If the message popped out as soon as you swiped right on him, then that means...

“He swiped right on me first, what the fuck!”

Monday came quickly and you’ve never been this restless before. You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you matched with your boss on Tinder. Neither of you messaged the other over the weekend but now that you were headed to work, you honestly didn’t know what to expect.

You debated whether to call in sick or maybe, pretend that you died? Pack your bags and perhaps fly to a different country and start anew? You were overacting but matching with your boss on a dating app known for hook-ups should be a valid reason to justify your thoughts.

Maybe James didn’t recognize you that’s why he swiped right. That was possible since you and him didn’t really work together. It’d be better if he swiped right by accident, his phone probably slipped from his hands. He probably doesn’t even know he matched with you, yeah, you decided to settle on that conclusion.

Taking a deep breath in, you fixed your hair before stepping out of your car. Mondays were meant for meetings so he probably wouldn’t be around the office anyway. You rushed over to the elevator and let out a sigh of relief when you didn’t have to share it with anyone.

That was until someone managed to slip a foot in between the doors, catching up to you before the elevators slammed shut.

“Oh.”

Well, well, well if it isn’t James “Bucky” Barnes. Out of all the people you had to share an elevator with, it just had to be him! And judging by how his eyes widened at the sight of you, the Tinder incident wasn’t simply an accident.

“Good morning.” He greeted, clearing his throat as he stood beside you.

James’ scent wafted in the air as soon as the doors slid close and he smelled divine. He smelled like a man, a man man and it almost made your eyes roll. You greeted him back with a soft voice, fighting so hard not to look at him because as always, he looked pretty damn good.

He was restless beside you, adjusting his suit and then his tie. You could see him through your peripheral vision, he kept on fixing his hair as well. Did he get a haircut? It was shorter than before, not that you were paying way too much attention to him.

Meanwhile, you too were fidgeting with your shoulder bag, picking at the leather and praying for this torture to be over before you could even lose control and slam your lips against his.

“How was your weekend?” James asked, glancing at you.

This was probably the longest conversation you had with your boss. You weren’t even sure which was more awkward, striking a conversation after the match or simply remaining quiet for the entire ride up.

“Um, it was good. Yours?” You asked, stammering a little as you stole a quick glance at him.

James nodded, “Good too. Interesting actually.”

Fuck! He knows, he so knows about the match.

You would have preferred complete silence over the elevator music echoing in the air while the both of you were obviously feeling the tension. Was the elevator really this slow?! And when did it get this hot?!

You started fanning yourself when you started to sweat from the awkwardness of it all. Bucky too could obviously feel it, the tension and the elephant in the room waiting to be acknowledged. He loosened his tie all of a sudden, popping the top buttons of his dress shirt which quickly reminded you of the shirtless pic in his profile.

You could feel the heat creep up to your neck and ears. With how bright the lights were in the elevator, it’d be easy for James to notice how red you turned.

“Kinda hot today, don’t you think?” He asked.

You let out a mirthless chuckle, “Yeah, really hot. I think the maintenance should have the air conditioning unit checked.” You breathed out, clearing your throat again as you wiped the sweat forming on your forehead.

For a couple of seconds there was nothing but the collective sounds of you and your boss clearing your throats. The tension was so thick you can literally touch it if you tried. You wanted to address the unspoken issue but how the hell were you going to do that? Jump on his bones? It would seem like a good idea to do so except that he was your boss and that would result to you losing your job.

You wanted to ask James though, whether he was aware that you were his employee when he swiped right. Actually, you just wanted to bring up the topic just to get it over with. Acknowledge the match and then pretend it didn’t happen to save you both from the embarrassment. Yeah, you could do that.

Unable to hold back anymore, you broke the silence to ask James a question.

“Did you swipe right on accident?”

“So are you down to fuck?”

You and James asked at the same time, his straightforward question making you weak in the knees because what the hell...

James bit his lip, shaking his head in response. “I didn’t.”

“Oh.” You blinked, unable to stop yourself from staring at James’ mouth when he ran his tongue over his lower lip before taking it in between his teeth as he looked you over with glazed eyes.

Damn that tongue, though. And damn those blue eyes too.

“Are you...?” He repeated again, reminding you of his question.

Your boss, whom you rarely interacted with in the office, just asked you whether you were down to fuck. Truthfully, you were only on Tinder because of boredom and it wasn’t your goal to actually hook-up with someone. But now that your hot boss swiped right on you and seemed to be really interested in you...

“I...uhh...” you stammered, not really knowing how to tell him that yes, you would very much like to be fucked by him.

The elevator dinged, interrupting the tension between you and James. The doors slid open and James quickly straightened up before walking ahead.

But not without turning around to look at you expectantly, waiting for a response.

Due to the pressure and the elevator doors beginning to close, you blurted out the first thing that you could muster.

“Yes, sir!”

You blushed at your response but it seemed to have stirred something in James because his eyes darkened as he smirked at you.

“Good. Then I’ll see you in my office in fifteen.”

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“Please, I’ll Do Anything!”

-DAY ONE-

MINORS DNI 18+

wc: 5.5k

this fic contains dark content

𓂅synopsis: one must make some sacrifices when being chased by a masked man with a knife, especially when it comes down to saving your life

𓂅cw warnings -> dub con, knife play, mask kink, ripped clothing, pain play, slapping, degradation, breeding, fingering, penetration, being chased/threatened, implied mentions/fear of death, very heavy themes

𓂅cast: Levi Ackerman as Masked Murderer

a/n: here is my first piece for my kinktober event! please read at your own discretion since this fic does contain dark content! As always I love your thoughts and comments and if you’d like to be added to the taglist let me know! Also, thank you for your patience with my kinktober works. I am on hiatus but am still trying to put them out in a timely manner. Thank you so much for your understanding and support.

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Parties suck. Your friends suck. Dressing up for Halloween sucks. Halloween sucks. Everything fucking sucks.

Usually you don’t have such negative opinions on the things you regularly enjoy each year. However, it’s hard to think otherwise when your one and only ride, who is also your one and only friend, or rather who was, ditches you at some party you didn’t even want to go to. And now you’re stuck walking home alone and it seems like it’s probably gonna fucking rain.

To top it all off, you’re in heels and your phone died about an hour ago.

You don’t exactly think about these kinds of inconveniences when you just wanna be hot and have fun.

And surely every mom taking their kid trick or treating thinks you’re some whore with the way you’re dressed and walking by yourself. If they weren’t gonna shout it at you as you moseyed by the quirk of their lips and squinty eyes were loud enough.

Prudes.

You only wore this damn leotard with the fishnets because all your other friends did and thought it would be cute to show up as a unit - all adorning their own pair of animal ear hand bands of course.

While the idea seemed a little tacky to you at first, you ultimately gave in, thinking, who gives a fuck? It’s Halloween and I’m gonna get wasted and probably hook up with some douche anyways.

Plus they let you pick the bunny ears, so there was no way you were going to pass up this opportunity.

A silent flash of lighting followed by a quiet rumble of thunder interrupts your thoughts, mocking you and calling you an idiot while your heels clacked with a muted click down the sidewalk.

It was maybe only 15 minutes more of walking before you made it home, if you were quick enough surely you could beat the rain-

Again, the sprinkling of raindrops on the top of your head and shoulders interrupted you. Surely the sky had it out for you.

Rain? Check. Being ditched? Check. Phone dead? Check. Walking home alone in the dark? Check. Having to deal with this all in heels? Check.

Scrunching your face up slightly, you bent at the knees and decided to discard your shoes, opting to hold them in your hand instead.

Fuck it, you’ve lost all shame at this point.

You sighed and wrapped your arms around your body, hoping and praying to yourself that tonight wouldn’t get any worse. It couldn’t get any worse.

Looking up from your feet you couldn’t help but be proven wrong again as you caught a glimpse of your not-so-lovely ex walking in your direction. You knew it was him by the dumb mask and all black attire he so proudly took photos in and posted to his Instagram story, and that stupid ass walk he had.

Not wanting to encounter another speed bump for your night, you did what all smart women by themselves at night do and turned a corner onto a more secluded road.

No judgy moms and shitty exes at least.

But the farther down the road you got, the more you wished it was stock full of them. You quickly realized that you still haven’t seen another side street to turn down, and may have missed a “dead end” sign at the start of this path. If you had been a little more picky, or observant, with your escape route, maybe you would’ve noticed that it was a row of houses within fences. Foreclosed or in the process of construction, who knows.

And this eery silence and lack of porch lights, as well as lack of people, really wasn’t helping your nerves.

Rather than continuing endlessly and inevitably coming across a dead end, you decided it’d be best to turn around now and head back to the more lively option.

And with the rain picking up, and you being thoroughly soaked, you didn’t want to spend anymore time out here than you needed to.

As happy as you were with your decision to trek back, you couldn’t help but let your paranoia get to you. It had finally sunk in just how alone and vulnerable you were.

That was until you saw the man you had only done everything to avoid just a few minutes earlier a couple streetlights down.

He must not have seen you yet, facing away from you and seemingly staring at a house across the street, arms crossed and deep in thought.

He looked broader than usual, he must’ve start lifting more weights. And his black jeans looked more fitting, his thighs filling them out better than before. Maybe making yourself known is a better idea than you thought.

Stopping yourself a couple lights away still, you put on your biggest and brightest smile, shouting and waving in his direction.

“Hey! Is that really you down there?” You giggled and gasped theatrically in mock surprise, your heart tensing a little at his lack of response.

He only turned his head towards you, his stance staying the same, as you were sure he was eyeing you up and down with the way his gaze lingered. You could only tell so much behind his stupid hockey mask.

You took a few steps closer.

“You wanna walk a pretty girl, who’s all by herself and a little lonely, home? I’m sure she could think of a way to repay you.” You batted your eyelashes and smiled, getting annoyed with his consistent silence.

You crossed your arms and huffed loudly, loud enough for him to hear.

“So, like, are you supposed to be Jason or just some general vague masked murderer. I might not be the one to judge on creative costumes but, I’m just saying. You look kinda lame.” You chuckled again, trying to seem more inviting.

Maybe hurting his ego wasnt the best way to get a response. Either way, he was really pissing you off.

Groaning, you started to walk closer to him.

“Look, I’m just getting really freaked out by myself and all my friends ditched me, and my stupid phone died so I can’t call a ride. So, if you could just walk me-“ your voice caught in your throat when you were close enough to get a better look at your ex- well who you thought was your ex.

His height was what caught your eye initially. This man was definitely not six feet, and your ex most definitely was. And his hair, it was pin straight and black, not exactly resembling your exes hair either. And now your mental commentary about his build began to make more sense.

You stood, staring with wide eyes and your mouth pressed into a line, realizing what the hell you just did.

Not only do you not know this freak, but now he knows you’re alone. Not just that, but that your only source of communication, or help, is dead. There’s no one else on this road, and with all these houses seemingly under construction it’s not like there’s going to be any willing and helpful inhabitants you can run to.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to mull over your options quickly. Take the chance and walk past this masked man, towards the busier sidewalks full of families, or turn around and maybe find a side path to book it down.

You should speak.

It’s been too long since you last spoke. He probably knows you’re scared now.

“Oh, sorry man. I thought you were someone else.” You awkwardly laughed and hoped to god he would speak up, maybe his confusion was the reason he chose not to answer you earlier.

You clicked your tongue and looked around as he still left you with no reply.

“Okay, well, have a nice night. And you know, you really shouldn’t be walking around like that by yourself you’re probably gonna scare some kids.” You smiled just a little, hopefully putting enough lilt in your voice to come across as calm, he was only scaring the nonexistent children. Not you.

You were met with more silence as you mulled over your options once more.

Turning his head away from you, he gave you a nod and a thumbs up.

…

Okay?

Sighing and shooting him a quick smile, you decided walking past him closer to the thinning crowds of families would be a better idea.

Your legs felt weak and your hands shook as you gripped your phone and shoes tighter, handling them in a way where maybe you could use the stiletto as a weapon if you have to.

You could smell him now as you got within close proximity, he smelt damp and expensive. Tasteful cologne was unexpectedly wafting off of him in your direction.

Turning your head to look at his back as you walked past, you picked up your pace just a little.

You were getting anxious, you needed to try to talk yourself down.

Okay, you’re okay. Just glance behind you here and there and keep an ear out for-

Footsteps.

Undeniable heavy footsteps were coming in your direction. Not fast, but a steady pace.

Your throat became tight and your eyes stung a little at the thought of this man following you. You wanted to turn your head back to look but your neck felt stiff, fear paralyzing you and fogging your thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, or rather trying to between your fast and shallow ones, you glanced back.

Your legs tensed for a brief moment as you stumbled just slightly over your feet.

He was following you.

And apparently in no rush about it. And it was only now that the glint on the blade of his knife, clenched in his fist at his side, caught your eye.

You no longer tried to hide your fear as you turned around and bolted into a sprint, your adrenaline pumping as you took a shoe in each hand, one paired with your phone, praying you’d have enough strength and mobility to defend yourself if you had to. Your arms swung fast in time at the side of your body, the thought of what he might do to you once he catches you pushing you to run even faster.

You kept your eyes focused on the street far ahead, hoping and praying you’d get there in time.

“Help! Help me! Please!” You broke into a sob when you realized no one was going to hear your hoarse screams echo through the street.

And judging by the way it sounded like he was catching up to you, you needed to think of a new plan and fast.

Your chest tightened at the sounds of puddles splashing behind you, undoubtedly coming from him; but something just ahead caught your eye.

A tear in one of the fences guarding the abandoned homes.

It seemed small, but if you were quick enough maybe you could slide in through it just before your attempted captor could. Or at the very least, it could buy you some time to run and find help.

The closer you got, you mentally prayed to yourself you’d be able to squeeze through, and took the chance without looking back.

Taking a sharp turn to your right, you reached your arms through and grasped the metal diamond shaped wire of the other side, pulling yourself through and ignoring the pain of the metal scraping across your bare arms and legs.

You gasped and tripped forward as you made it through, quickly standing up and looking back at the sound of the clanking of the wire against each other.

He was closer than you had thought.

Lucky for you, his boots slid on the wet grass just enough for him to slip and catch himself on the fence before making it through. Groaning, he stood and began to struggle to push his way through the same tear, you looked forward and ran even harder.

What you didn’t consider is what you would do when you came to the back of the property, where you were met with the rest of the fence.

Not having enough time or confidence in your strength to attempt to climb the towering slippery fence, you got a lick of an idea and ran with it, not sure what else you could do.

Shaking the fence back and forth vigorously, you grunted in an attempt to maybe make it sound like you were climbing. And in a last Hail Mary at being convincing, you tossed your shoes over the other side, hopefully making it look like you dropped them as you climbed over.

Not having much time left, you turned around and made a break for the back door of the house, which had thankfully already been busted open, assumingely by the same person who tore through the fence.

Not worrying about who else might be occupying the space, you bolted up the stairs and turned down the hallway lined with a couple doors. Running all the way down until you came across the last one, you opened the door and did your best at closing it quietly behind you.

You took a moment to catch your breath as you looked around you, covering your mouth in an attempt to silence your breathing and cries, and you walked to the far corner adjacent to the door and sat.

You would sit here until daylight when you could leave and look for help in the morning. Or maybe until the cops find you, maybe your friends will wonder where you went and send the cops looking for you. And maybe they’ll find your shoes that hundreds of other girls are probably wearing tonight. Maybe.

Anything, you’ll wait for any sign of a promised escape.

You sniffled and wrapped your arms around yourself again, sitting in silence as you strained your ears to listen for any sign of movement that wasn’t coming from you.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, or if any had at all. But your anxiety was beginning to set in and you weren’t sure how much longer you’d want to stay here holed up like this.

It had been silent long enough, encouraging you to exit the room and take a peek downstairs. Maybe find something to defend yourself, and then try to make a quick escape to the busy street like your earlier plan. It wasn’t the worst idea you had.

You cursed at yourself as the door squeaked at its hinges as you gingerly pulled it open. Taking a deep breath, you stuck your head out from behind the edge of the door to see nothing. An empty hallway, one of the most comforting things you’ve seen in a while.

Pulling it open a little farther, you took your first step outside of the room-

creak

Within a second, your adrenaline began pumping again.

It was a footstep. Surely it was a footstep that wasn’t yours. One that sounded like it came from the stairs.

If it was another person, than they weren’t moving, aware they made a sound too loud. Which really meant, aware you were here.

thump, thump, thump

Your heart began pounding so hard you could’ve convinced yourself you were going into cardiac arrest. Your breathing picked up and became shaky, reminding yourself that no one could hear your heart beating this loud besides you.

Fully apprehensive of your departure down the stairs, you decided to leave the door where it sat, swung halfway open, and creeped back to your corner.

But not before catching a glimpse of a particularly familiar looking gloved hand gripping the top of the stair railing.

Sliding down gently to sit and wait, a sob began to build up from your chest and into your now sore throat.

You could feel the way your lungs ached now from how long you’d been running before, and your eyes began to burn when hot wet tears fell down the apples of your cheek and wet the neckline of your costume. You had nowhere else to go.

You scooted closer to the wall until you could almost smell the mildew from the stained wallpaper, hoping maybe he wouldn’t turn the corner. Just maybe.

But the sound of a heavy, creaking footstep and the sight of him turning the corner and pushing through the door proved you wrong.

You weren’t sure how you’d describe the way you felt. Everything felt frozen, it felt like you weren’t breathing even though you knew you were with the way your chest heaved. The both of you were frozen. He was wide, built well, and he caught you.

There was nowhere you could escape to this time and you surely couldn’t fight him off if you tried; even with the heel of your shoe that you no longer had-

Maybe someone will still find your shoes! That’s right! And you’ll be saved, or at the very least found!

The tiniest fragment of hope built up and bubbled in your tummy. Just maybe.

And then you eyed him one more time for good measure.

He stood feet away from you and dropped your previously discarded shoes loudly at his side, officially pushing you over the edge.

You clenched your fists and broke into a sob. He was now slowly walking closer to you and you had nowhere to go, no more strength left to even attempt to fight him, and nothing you could say-

Your lip quivered at the sudden idea that filled your thoughts, but as the existential dread sunk in as he finally stood in front of you, what wasn’t worth a shot at this point.

“Please,” your voice startled you. It was hoarse and pathetic sounding, but maybe that’s what would get you saved,

“Please, don’t - I’ll, I’ll do anything. Anything you want, just, don’t kill me please.” You began to whisper your plea to yourself, having a feeling it was falling onto deaf ears.

His leather boots made a squeak and groan as he crouched down in front of you, head now cocked to the side. And although you couldn’t see the way he was looking at you, you could feel him eye you up and down like he was deciding what to do with his poor little bunny he caught.

You sat still and tried to keep your breathing at a normal volume, but his lack of response was the last thing that could help your nerves.

He flipped his knife around in his hand until the end of the sharp blade pointed in your direction.

You whimpered and closed your eyes, turning your head away whilst muttering more pleas to yourself.

He chuckled lowly to himself, the first noise he’d made all night, obviously garnering your attention.

You peeked through your eyelids to find his face, assumingely, staring in your direction.

The cold metal of the knife startled you, making you gasp, as it drug slowly up your exposed inner thigh. Catching a piece of your soft skin, it scratched you just a little.

Tiny beads of blood follow the curve of your flesh until they quietly drip onto the floor.

Paralyzed, you don’t make a noise. Your eyes were wide and trained onto his actions, all nerves on high alert in case you had to make a quick move.

The knife stopped once it got close to your knee, and was pulled away just to be tapped against your inner thigh with the flat part of the blade.

….huh?

You stared at him with visible apprehension and confusion on your face. What exactly was he-

The wood of the hard floor scraped across your back as you were tugged by your legs to be in front of him, the knife tossed far to the side as you were now spread wide and even more vulnerable. Cold leather gloves kneaded your soft skin once again, and now you understood what he wanted.

Really?

Your eyes went wide and you slammed your fists into his chest before he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, groaning as you wriggled beneath him.

“That’s what you want you pervert? What? Can’t get it on your own so you have to find some poor girl to threaten-“

Your mocking and angry remarks were muffled as he squeezed your cheeks, hushing you with a gentle shh, as he slipped a leather clad finger into your mouth, pulling it out and spreading the saliva coated onto his glove across your pouty lips, proceeding to drag his fingers down your chin until he abruptly wrapped his hand around your throat. It wasn’t enough to stop you from breathing, but enough to catch your attention. Enough to remind you that he’s the one in the charge right now.

Getting the idea, you begrudgingly nod the best you can, your body still wiggling underneath his as you tried to find a less scratchy and painful position to rest.

“O-okay. But, you let me go. You let me go afterwards, okay? Please.” Your eyes watered even more as you strained yourself to speak.

Were you really going to do this?

His grip on your throat tightened just a bit, his other hand letting go of your wrists and dragging it slowly down your arms until he reached your side.

“Deal.”

His voice was low and rough, sending shivers down your spine at the register.

“But I want to hear you tell me how bad you want this.” His sentence was only slightly muffled by the material of his mask, none the less making your body go hot and creep up your neck until it reached your face.

You were really going to do this.

Before you could open your mouth to speak you were met with a harsh slap to your cheek, the wet leather leaving a lasting sting. You were caught off guard by the sudden action, ultimately angering you that he had done it in the first place.

But what really made you tick was the way your stomach flipped in an instant, maybe if it weren’t a life or death situation this would all feel a bit different.

Regardless of your inner monologue, you groaned and stretched your jaw.

“Don’t make me wait.” His voice had a faux sense of gentleness, as if he were soothing you with the way his hand caressed your cheek afterwards.

You gulped and looked up at his mask. It almost made it easier to stare up at an emotionless piece of plastic rather than whatever face was hiding behind it.

“I, I want you. Please, fuck me.”

Silence. And a sigh.

A fucking sigh?

“You know,”, he removed his hand to reach over for his previously discarded knife, bringing it up to rest the tip of the blade between the valley of your breasts.

“You aren’t doing a very good job of begging. It’s as if you think your life doesn’t depend on it.”

A masked murderer and an asshole. Awesome.

“Oh, I’m sorry I don’t sound the most excited. Maybe it’s because I’m a little stressed.” Where you got the idea that giving the man with the weapon attitude was a good one? You don’t know.

Before you could ponder on that thought any longer, you were pulled up the collar of your bodysuit, as he abruptly ripped it down the middle all the way down to your navel.

The pure animosity of it all with his stained grunts sent fire straight to your core much to your dismay.

Instinctively, you made an attempt to cover yourself as you gasped, but the cool steel of his blade pressing into your side reminded you once more that right now, he’s in command of your body.

Your breathing became shaky in a different light as he took one of his hands up your body to cup your breast, slapping it harshly before rolling your pebbled nipple between his fingers.

You whimpered softly and bit your lip, trying to ignore the growing dull ache between your thighs and the desire, no the need, to clench them together and relieve some.. pressure.

He was quiet still, but moved his hand away from you to shift the mask higher on his face, showing you just his mouth as he bit the glove, effectively pulling it off his hand before going back to paw at your tits.

“You’re real complacent for someone who’s only doing this to get away alive.”

You could hear him more clearly now, the mask still sitting at a shifted place. With the consistent monotone set of his voice you’d almost assume this wasn’t getting him off, almost.

But the new found raspiness lying in the undertones of his sentence, the heavier breathing, and the not so discreet bulge straining against his jeans all tell you otherwise.

You huffed and began to speak, “I’m not comp-“

His fingers were shoved into your mouth again, this time deep enough to make you gag before he pulls them back just a bit.

“I didn’t say you could talk. Now suck.”

Not wanting any more serious reprimanding, you listened.

Closing your lips around the bony knuckles of his cold fingers, you sucked crudely as he groaned and began to drag the blade around your bare body some more.

Goosebumps littered your arms and legs as he drug it lower and lower down your center until it sat past your belly button.

Turning it slowly, he left a little scrape above the ripped line of the fabric of your leotard, making you yelp around his fingers and arch your back just enough to catch his attention.

“Oh?”

His tone became darker, undeniably making you clench and quiver.

“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”

Looking at you in silence for a brief moment, he tosses the knife to the other side of the room, pulling his fingers, coated in your saliva, out of your mouth.

He watches the way your drool spills out of the corner of your mouth, and he swims in that lost little look in your eyes.

And within seconds, your completely bare beneath him. The rest of your bodysuit now ripped off of your body, along with your fishnets, as he yanks your skimpy panties down your legs.

He holds you open beneath him again for your dripping cunt to be in full display.

You can barely take a breath before he smacks your pussy hard, leaving a sting and a mewl from your lips.

Wow, you were pathetic.

“So this is how you like it, huh? I chase you, threaten you, make you give in to me and beg, albeit poorly, for my cock, and you’re fucking soaked. Tch. What a dumb little brat.”

You can’t help but moan softly at the names he calls you, you couldn’t deny anymore how bad this man riled you up after everything, and now how bad you wanted him. Maybe not you, but your pussy god yes.

Chuckling one more time, he shoves two of his previously soaked fingers into your precious pussy, moaning himself at the way you arch and clench around him, needing him to do something now.

Without wasting anytime, he curls his fingers up and begins to push and pull them out of you, making your toes curl.

It’s been so long since you’ve been touched by someone, and he’s doing it so well you can’t help yourself.

“Gonna make you cum on my fingers ‘n then use you as my personal cum dump, got it sweetie?”

Flicking his wrist even faster, he sits back and watches you unravel beneath him, whimpering lewdly to himself as you play with your own tits and squirm helplessly beneath him. It’s been too long for himself as well, and god you were the perfect choice.

“Tch. Can’t even tell me how grateful you are for letting you cum first? Where’s your manners, hmm?”

Leaning forward just a bit, he purses his lips and spits a glob of spit onto your needy little cunt, cooing at the way you clench again at the feeling of it dropping against you. Getting antsy, he brings his thumb up to rub slowly into your clit, pressing down with enough pressure to make your jaw go slack as you finally come undone. Your mouth stays open with a long pause, a silent scream of pleasure never escaping your chest.

“Fuck.” He groans to himself, the head of his cock now swollen and throbbing.

Leaning back again, he scissors his fingers inside you and watches the way he stretches you out. Smirking as you jolt and twitch, knowing he’s truly gonna make a mess out of you once he stuffs you full of his cock.

Not being able to stand the idea of wasting anymore time, he stands up to undress himself. He needs to feel that sweet pussy wrapped tight around his cock.

As you catch your breath, you watch him strip, only for your eyes to practically cross as he rids himself of his briefs. His cock was average in length but so thick, the head swollen and leaking so much precum your mouth was watering.

You bring your fingers down to your throbbing pussy and spread your folds, moaning at the crude sound of your juices sticking and spreading; and the way he began to stroke himself at the sight.

Crouching down in front of you now, he pulls you closer, leaning above you and panting heavily as he eyes you one more time.

“Mmm, you want it? Huh, slut?”

He presses his head into your folds and nearly buckles on top of you, fuck you’re so warm. As he lines up and presses into your tight hole, he can’t help but buck into you and nearly cry at the feeling.

You’re right there with him, nearly breaking out into another pathetic sob at the way he fills you up so good, your nails digging into his biceps covered in a thick black thermal.

His pants are even louder than before he began to snap his hips into yours, whimpering as you clench around him and attempt to scratch at his chest.

Fuck, it’s too hot. He couldn’t care less about his identity staying hidden at this point. He needs this mask off now, he needs to see you better, he needs to feel you scratching at his chest, he needs you.

Sitting up in a fervor, he rips his mask off and pulls his shirt over his head, hissing as he pushes back into you until he bottoms out. He pulls your legs up until your ankles are dangling over his shoulders, his broad form leaning over you while he grinds into your perfect pussy.

And just the sight of his face made you clench around his length. His lips were pretty and pink, parted into a pout as he groaned and panted. His brows were dark and groomed, furrowing into the center above his steely, half lidded eyes that were looking at you as if you were made of magic. A flush of pink was spread across his cheeks and made it to his ears, framed by straight black hair, truly he was something else.

Looking down you couldn’t help but reach out to claw at his chiseled abs as well, clenching as you did so, and groaning at the sight of a thin sheen of sweat coating them.

God, you hated how good he looked and how good he was making you feel.

What an interesting turn of events.

Before you could sit in astonishment at the thought any longer, a stifled groan from above you caught your attention.

Shifting his hips up just enough, he began to smack back into you again, heavy balls slapping against your ass and sending you into euphoria.

“Oh fuck, you feel so fucking good. Gonna make me cum inside you if you keep clenching me like that. That what you want? Hmm? Want me to fill you up and knock you up? Of course you do, dirty little slut.”

Gripping your calves hard enough to bruise, he sits up and thrusts into you with no abandon. Your hiccups were now in time with his thrusts as your tits bounced, no more thoughts in your head beside fuck me fuck me fuck me.

“Please- oh hnnggg fuck please make me come! I wanna come so bad- ahh!”

Your legs shook and tensed as an overwhelming amount of pleasure overcame you, coming so hard you can’t help but milk this man’s cock and make him come, too.

Hot spurts of cum paint your insides as his form gives and he rests his full weight on top of you, whining into your neck as he finishes. He wants to pull out but fuck you feel so good squeezing him like that.

As you both come down from your highs, the heavy breathing coming from you both and filling up the space of the room, the realization of what just happened sinks in.

It’s not a feeling of, fear, anymore. Maybe a little, but more so, awkwardness? Confusion?

What do you say to the man who was previously chasing you to presumably murder you, who is now the man who has his seed dripping out of you whilst he lays in silence on top of you.

A few more moments pass before he sits up and rolls off of you, choosing to rather lay next to you in silence.

…

“So I-“

“Well-“

…

How can this be so awkward??

Clearing his throat, he spoke up in a tone flat and full of seriousness,

“Did you want my number?”

…

“Are you joking me?”

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the ending is so fucking goofy to me but like, wtf would you do after?? Anyways I’m sorry if this was too long and I hope you all enjoy!

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What Naps Are Like With Them (Everyone)

In celebration of my first post kinda blowing up, I wrote a little something for all the characters, including Luke! (platonically for him, of course)

Again, thank you guys for all the love on my Satan Reacting to Montero fic <3 I’ll be working on requests after this.

Also, no beta we die like Lilith.

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Lucifer

➼ Never sleeps, e v e r

➼ His brothers would destroy the House of Lamentation in his sleep

➼Took a while to convince him to take a nap with you because of this

➼ His brothers listen to you more than they listen to their older brother, so you begged them to behave for a few hours so that their older brother can rest for once

➼ You will use your pact if you have to, just please let this man sleep

➼ You made sure to pick a day where you know Lucifer hadn’t slept the night before due to his workload

➼ Seriously, you had to talk to Diavolo about that

➼ You both got into your comfiest pajamas and played some soft classical music for ultimate relaxation

➼ You thought about taking a picture of hm while he slept

➼ He saw it coming and had you sleep facing away from him with his arms wrapped around you so you couldn’t turn around

➼ Smart bastard

➼ If you complain about it he’ll laugh at you

➼ Hey, at least you get cuddles

➼ Luci here looks so calm and peaceful while he sleeps, it’s adorable

➼ No wonder everyone tries to take a picture of him sleeping

➼ He’s a heavy sleeper, so you end up having to wake him up after a few hours

➼ He thanks you

➼ He’s well-rested and in a good mood for the rest of the day

➼ His brothers obviously take advantage of that

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Mammon

➼ Unlike most of his brothers, he actually has a decent sleep schedule (most of the time)

➼ However, if you wanted to take a nap with him, he wouldn’t say no

➼ Well, he’d say no, but then say yes immediately after

➼ “Whaddya mean you wanna take a nap with me? Do I look like Belphie!?”

➼ Blushing like crazy while complaining, as usual

➼ “Fine, I’ll go nap with him, then.”

➼ “Oi! Come back here! I changed my mind, I wanna take a nap!”

➼ Tsundere baby

➼ Obviously, you tease him about it

➼ “Jealous, huh? I thought that was Levi’s thing.”

“Shut up! Are we gonna cuddle or not?”

“I said nap, not cuddle.”

➼ Cue the pout

➼ The definition of the 🥺 face

➼ Please love this child

➼ “I’m kidding, of course we’re gonna cuddle.”

➼ Usually a little spoon

➼ Unless he’s in a jealous mood

➼ If he is, he will hold on to you like his life depends on it.

➼ More teasing, obviously

➼ If you think about it, Greed and Envy are very similar

➼ Poor baby wants love

➼ New drinking game: take a shot every time I call Mammon a baby

➼ I shot of water, I know you’re dehydrated

➼ Anyways, naps with Mammon = cuddles

➼ Either you’re holding him to you or he’s holding you to him

➼ f o r e h e a d k i s s e s

➼ Mammon gets nightmares about what happened with Belphie sometimes, so lots of comfort cuddles

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Leviathan

➼ “Levi, did you sleep at all last night?”

➼ Obviously not

➼ He was up all night binge watching the latest season of “The Magical Ruri Hanai: Demo Girl”’s spin-off series

➼ Why would you even ask?

➼ “Levi, did you stay up all night?”

➼ He looked away, a little embarrassed. “Uh, yeah.”

➼ “Levi, honey. You need to sleep. It’s not good for your health to be staying up so late.”

➼ Leviathan.exe has stopped working

➼ You’re worrying about him?????

➼ And you’re calling him honey?????

➼ Are you trying to kill him?????

➼ “You must be exhausted. Wanna take a nap?”

“Oh, uh. Yeah. I guess I could use a nap.”

“Alright. We should go to my room, since there’s more room on my bed than in your tub.”

➼ Wait you meant a nap together????

➼ You’re really trying to kill him.

➼ Usually, he’d make fun of you and call you a normie.

➼ But he was currently too busy dying.

➼ If somehow you managed to resurrect him and get him to your room to nap, then you’d know this shy boi is a little spoon.

➼ Does this really come as a surprise to anyone? It shouldn’t.

➼ He’s blushing like crazy the whole time.

➼ “Levi, if you can't sleep with me here, I can leave.”

“No!”

➼ He does sleep eventually.

➼ Sweet baby cuddles you in his sleep.

➼ Wholesome af

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Satan

➼ As the most responsible one in the family, he has a pretty good sleep schedule, so he doesn’t normally take naps.

➼ However, if you ask him to, he’ll agree.

➼ If it makes you happy he’ll do it <3

➼ He’s not really touchy-feely and won’t initiate any cuddling.

➼ Dude that you asked to nap because you were tired and wanted to sleep.

➼ Nah bro, you just want cuddles.

➼ While he won’t initiate any cuddles, if you make it more obvious that you want some, he’ll give them to you.

➼ Big spoon

➼ If you want him to be the small spoon, he will, but he’ll be flustered af.

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Asmodeus

➼ “Asmo, wanna sleep together?”

➼ Could you have made a poorer word choice?

➼ No, you could not.

➼ This boy literally made the lenny face.

➼ “Asmo, I meant a nap.”

“Well, I suppose that’ll satisfy me for now.”

➼ You then proceeded to smack him with a pillow.

“Hey! Don’t mess up my hair!”

➼ You had to wait for him to take off his makeup and change his clothes and stuff.

➼ It’s a process.

➼ Cuddle’s tf out of you.

➼ He’ll be the big spoon or the little spoon. It doesn’t matter to him, so you can decide.

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Beelzebub

➼ Takes naps with Belphie a lot and thought it was cute that you also wanted to nap.

➼ Pre-nap snack first, though.

➼ Then he’s ready.

➼ Sweet boi will enjoy the nap whether he’s a big spoon or little spoon.

➼ If you’re happy, he’s happy <3

➼ You kiss his face a lot.

➼ He thinks you’re the cutest little human ever when you do that.

➼ I’d say soft Beel, but when is he ever not soft?

➼ Not counting the custard incident

➼ He Likes to kiss the top of your head while you sleep.

➼ He definitely snores.

➼ It takes some getting used to, but you’re not gonna let keep you from cuddling your big boi.

➼ It honestly feels really safe and comforting to just be wrapped up in his arms.

➼ Equally comforting to have his head resting against you.

➼ Overall just really soft.

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Belphegor

➼ You don’t even need to ask. He’s the king of naps.

➼ Being around Belphie for an extended period of time makes you sleepy.

➼ You’re not sure if it’s because he’s sleep or if it’s because he has some sort of sleep-power.

➼ Any time you cuddle you end up taking a nap.

➼ Do I even have to say it?

➼ S m a l l s p o o n

➼ The smallest spoon.

➼ As the youngest, he’s the most spoiled, so he’s really really clingy and just expects you to drop whatever you’re doing at any given time to nap with him.

➼ I mean, you’d probably do it even if he didn’t expect you to.

➼ He does this adorable thing when he’s sleepy and he sees you nearby where he’ll go up to you and wrap his arms around you and rest his head against your shoulder and just say “Sleep, please.”

➼ You will stop whatever you’re doing no matter what and go up to the attic to nap with him.

➼ Not an exaggeration. It’s happened while Lucifer was talking to you before he he was p i s s e d.

➼ It was obviously intentional

➼ But how can you say no to his cute face?

➼ He seems to be able to keep you from having nightmares and you sleep 100x better with him than on your own

➼ Softest boi

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Simeon

➼ While he may dress like a stripper, this man is an angel and is pure™

➼ Anything you want, you’ll get. How can he ever deny you a thing?

➼ He can’t.

➼ You want naps? You get naps.

➼ You want cuddles? You get cuddles.

➼ You want sleepy kisses? You get sleepy kisses.

➼ Hotel? Trivago.

➼ But seriously, sleepy kisses are definitely a thing.

➼ Especially forehead kisses.

➼ Big spoon. He likes to hold you.

➼ Sweet boy loves you so much 🥺

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Luke (Platonically)

➼ Purgatory Hall has weekly movie nights, and they invite you over a lot to join them.

➼ You and Solomon have a very long list of human world movies you want Simeon to watch, but the poor man can’t figure out how Devilflix works for the life of him, so group movie nights are the only way.

➼ Not that any of you mind, of course.

➼ Luke begged Simeon to let him join you guys (he has a pretty strict bedtime)

➼ Simeon lets him occasionally if the movie is appropriate.

➼ Luke insisted on sitting next to you and sharing any treats he made that day.

➼ Poor baby ended up falling asleep not even halfway through the movie.

➼ Solomon obviously made fun of him.

➼ “Looks like it’s naptime for the little chihuahua.”

“Don’t tease him!” You say, defending Luke.

➼ At some point, Luke shifts so that he’s leaning against you in his sleep.

➼ You coo at how cute the ‘lil cherub looks.

➼ Aaaand then you proceed to fall asleep as well.

➼ You woke up the next day still on the couch. You were pretty confused since Simeon usually carries anyone who falls asleep to their bed (or the guest room, in your case).

➼ Then you realize Luke still asleep and wrapped around you.

➼ HE IS THE MOST PRECIOUS BABY EVER

➼ You assumed Simeon didn’t want to attempt moving one of you and risk waking the other so he just left you too

➼ Whatever it was, you went back to sleep with the little cherub snuggling you

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Solomon

➼ Purgatory Hall sleepover!

➼ Everyone had already fallen asleep, so you asked Solomon if he’d be alright with you two sleeping together.

➼ Not a good idea.

➼ You’re both settled in his bed and you’re about to drift off to sleep when this silly little sorcerer decided to tickle you.

➼ You s h r e i k

➼ “Solomon!”

➼ “Keep your voice down, dear. You wouldn’t want Simeon hearing and getting the wrong idea, now. Would you?”

➼ The s m a c c you gave him though-

➼ “Can I sleep now, or are you gonna keep bothering me?”

“You know you love me.” He grinned.

“Well, duh. But I also love sleep.”

➼ He does let you sleep after that.

➼ You fall asleep first, and one look at your sleeping face and he falls in love with you all over again.

➼ You’re so p r e c i o u s.

➼ He held you close to him as you slept, pressing soft, featherlight kisses against our forehead and nose, careful not to wake you.

➼ He’s a bitch until you fall asleep, pretty much.

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Diavolo

➼ It wasn’t intentional for you to fall asleep, really.

➼ You’d had a long day, and you had been sitting with the demon prince at his palace as he told you about his day over a cup of tea.

➼ It wasn’t like what he was saying was boring.

➼ No, it’s just that you were so tired, and the sofa you were sitting on was so comfy, and Diavolo was talking so much.

➼ It didn’t help that the tea that Barbatos had prepared was especially soothing.

➼ You couldn’t help yourself. You dozed off.

➼ Diavolo continued talking, and probably would’ve gone on for a long while without even noticing if Barbatos hadn’t cleared his throat and gestured towards your sleeping form.

➼ If it had been anyone else, he would have deemed it disrespectful.

➼ But it was you, and he had realized a long time ago that he was incapable of being upset with you.

➼ “It seems they’ve had a tiring day, my Lord. I suggest you let them rest.” Said Barbatos.

“Of course. I wouldn’t dream of disturbing them.” Carefully, he made his way over to you and pried the teacup from our hands so that you didn’t move and break it in your sleep.

➼ Then, he removed his suit jacket and draped it over you like a blanket.

➼ Not gonna lie, even Barbatos was a bit shooketh.

➼ He didn’t say anything, though.

➼ Diavolo kissed your forehead lightly and had Barbatos bring him the last of his paperwork for the day, which he finished quickly while remaining by your side.

➼ After that he picked up our still sleeping form and brought you to his room where he tucked you in.

➼ He sent Lucifer a text saying that you would be staying the night at the palace then went to sleep after answering a few emails.

➼ He snores loudly, but you somehow managed to sleep through it.

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Barbatos

➼ Diavolo set up another palace retreat (because I said so)

➼ You had been assigned a room with Luke and Beelzebub that time.

➼ It went good at first, and everyone was sent off to sleep at around 10 p.m.

➼ At some point in the middle of the night, you awoke from a particularly nasty nightmare.

➼ You were more scared than usual when you woke up, since the room you were in was not your room at the House of Lamentation.

➼ It took a while for you to realize where you were and calm down, but even then you were to afraid to sleep.

➼ Slowly, you exited the room, careful not to disturb Luke and Beel.

➼ You made your way to Barbatos’ room and knocked softly.

➼ Briefly, you wondered if he was asleep, but then he opened the door.

➼ You silently panicked when you realized your hair was a mess and your clothing was rumpled from sleep, but your disheveled appearance didn’t seem to faze him.

➼ “Hello. I was just about to prepare for bed. Is something the matter?”

➼ Suddenly, you felt very, very silly to come to such an ancient, powerful being for help with a little nightmare.

➼ “Sorry, it’s nothing. I apologize for bothering you. I’ll leave.” You said, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“You never bother me, my dear. Would you like to come in?” He asked, opening the door wider and stepping aside.

“Yes. I would like that.”

“Is something bothering you?”

You blushed. “I had a nightmare. I couldn’t go back to sleep after that. I know, it’s silly.”

“Of course it isn’t.”

“Can I... Can I stay here with you tonight?”

“If it would make you feel better, you may.”

➼ Barbatos tucked you in then sat next to you, gently running his hands through your hair. He began singing an old song in some ancient, forgotten language. His voice was soft and soothing as he sang, and you found yourself unable to stay awake even if you tried.

➼ “Goodnight, my dear.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

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