#the creek of the chair always sends me

[volklana]

I Could Drown Myself In Someone Like You

Part One

Title Comes From This Song:

You can find my other Biker!Bucky fic here:

Request: Hey girl I literally just found your blog and when I tell you I BINGED your Ride series. Please I beg could we have some more Biker Bucky? Maybe barmaid reader? I really don't mind as long as we get some BikerBuck!

Warnings: Mentions of unwanted physical attention. Future chapters will allude to past domestic abuse. If that isn't for you, please don't read, protect your peace and you can catch me next time xx

Bucky pulled his bike into the parking lot of his bar and grill.

A customer stepped outside to light a cigarette and the light from inside spilled out into the dark, along with the music playing inside. 

Bucky was nothing if not a creature of habit, every night he would ride his bike through winding forest roads, down to the creek, and sometimes he would lay on the riverbank smoking cigarettes like he and Steve used to do when they were teenagers, before they’d gone to war, before he’d been fucked up. Before he became whatever this version of himself was.

And then in the evenings he’d pull up here to his bar and drink nearly not enough whisky to drown out the nightmares in his cabin behind the bar. 

Sighing, he let himself into the bar. Steve as always was pouring drinks and chatting easily in that light hearted way he had, Bucky would have been envious if he hadn’t loved him so much. Steve had managed to hold on to all the best parts of himself, but Bucky’s were buried somewhere in a bunker in the Middle East, and even if he wanted to, he could never get them back. 

Sam was busy flipping steaks at the grill and gave Bucky a wide eyed grin as Bucky passed him by and pushed the swing door into the back office.

He stilled all action at the sight of a girl in his office on top of his chair, on her tiptoes still unable to reach the top shelf as she fumbled to reach something.

“Can I help you?” he said gruffly and god damn if he didn’t startle you half to death and nearly cause you to fall off the chair. 

“I’m looking for the grenadine syrup, Steve said I would find it up here.”

“Oh he did, did he?” Bucky laughed “And did he also tell you it was fine to climb all over my shit in the process?”

“No, Sir,” you offered meekly, stepping gently down off his chair “I’m sorry,” but you couldn’t fight the smile that was threatening to spread across your face. 

Bucky huffed and reached over your head with ease, pressing the bottle of grenadine into your hand.

“Next time Steve sends you on a mission like that, tell him to pull his lazy, tall ass in here and reach the damn top shelf himself,” 

You smiled up at him, and he felt the ghost of a butterfly in his stomach.

“I’m y/n,” you offered with a smile and he couldn’t help but return a lopsided one himself.

“Bucky,” he returned. 

Bucky made your mouth water, his tight black jeans were ripped at the knees, and he wore a well worn leather jacket but it did absolutely nothing to hide his muscular frame, his hair was long and messy and was just begging for you to run your hands through it. You had to shake all thoughts of him from your head as you returned to your shift.

“What’s her story?” Bucky asked Steve, eyeing you as you made your rounds and he sipped on his whisky.

“Why do you assume she has a story?” Steve cocked his head now following you in his line of sight too.

“C’mon Steve, no one ends up here unless they have a story. They’re either running away from something, or someone. Or they’re on their way to somewhere else, and they’re simply stopping off here.” 

“Bucky,” Steve sighed, clapping him on the back “You always assume the worst in people.” 

“And they always prove me right,” Bucky countered while taking another sip.

As you finished mopping the floor, you made your way into the back office, looking shy, wringing your hands, nervously.

“What is it?” Bucky asked.

“Sam said to talk to you about if it would be okay to get this week’s wages upright,” Bucky could see straight away how embarrassed you were “Bucky I wouldn’t ask, but the bnb are asking for payment upright and I’m just 40 bucks short.” 

Bucky was reaching into his wallet straight away and you tried to put out a hand to stop him.

“Please..Please,” Bucky shook his hand and handed you some notes, you scrunched your eyebrow at his kindness.

“Take this for tonight and I’ll get you your full wages for your shift tomorrow.”

“I’ll pay you back Sir,” you said, voice so low it was almost a whisper and he shook his head softly.

“Let me give you a ride back,” he offered and you shook your head profusely.

“You’ve done enough for me tonight,” you reminded him, notes in your hand, “I’ll see you tomorrow for my shift.” 

Bucky watched you go, and again that ghost of a butterfly fluttered in his stomach and he grimaced uncomfortably.

Bucky watched you over the next few nights, always the first to your shift and always the last to leave.

And every night you refused any offer to drive you home from him, Sam or Steve. 

He was filling out papers in his office when he heard a gentle knock and you were before him.

“I wanted to give you this,” you said meekly with some notes in your hand , “I can’t thank you enough Bucky.”

“Doll,” he sighed, surprising even himself with the nickname “Please keep it, consider it a welcome gift.”

“If it’s all the same I would like to give it back to you,” you smiled, placing it on his desk “It was awful kind of you and I’ll never forget it.” 

Before he could even respond you had dipped out of his office and began your shift.

The bar went quiet when a particularly menacing looking gang wandered into the bar, and immediately Steve and Sam stood to attention, you were in the back fetching more pitchers.

They seemed to be scouting the area out before choosing a table at the opposite end of the bar to settle at.

Steve caught your arm as you went to take their orders “Be careful,” he nodded towards them and you went to take their orders gingerly. 

Amid the wolf whistles and cat-calls you finally managed to take their orders, which you promptly relayed to Sam and Steve. 

After you had successfully served their food and first round of drinks, you retreated to behind the bar before they summoned you back again. 

“C’mere baby,” one of them slurred pulling you onto his lap.

You initially tried to laugh off how uncomfortable you were, but when he wouldn’t let you wrangle free, you felt trapped and felt your panic begin to rise. 

“Let me go,” you tried weakly when he began to try kissing your face, trapping your hands in his much stronger ones, you tried to make pleading eye contact with Steve but he was nowhere to be seen.

As he let go of your hands to toy with the waistband of your denim jeans you finally managed to bolt free, but when he grabbed your arm and spun you around you reacted with a swift slap to his face, shocking even yourself, but you were in no way expecting the sharp sting of a returning slap, tears welling in your eyes and hand flying up instinctively to your burning skin. 

Everything else passed by in a blur as you recognised Steve and Bucky kicking into action, you just about managed to get your feet to move before you were collapsing down behind the bar, feeling the all too familiar feeling of a panic attack ripping through your body and the awful sensation of not being able to breath.

It seemed like hours before Bucky was before you where you sat, rocking back and forward, hands covering your ears.

“Doll,” he tried and you cowered away from him, he got down on his hunkers and gingerly reached for you, “it’s me doll, it’s Bucky. Breathe for me. Breathe for me.” 

When you finally felt like you could breathe again Bucky went to fetch a glass of water and leaned up against the counter, arms folded, he examined you over, eyes honing in on the red, swollen skin of your cheek.

“I’m so sorry Bucky,” you finally broke the silence, refusing to meet his eye.

“Hey,” he shushed, dropping down to his hunkers in front of you again “You have nothing to apologise for!” 

You couldn’t help the tears that sprung to your eyes with shame and you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. 

You rolled your eyes and sniffed, “This was meant to be a fresh start, and it seems like trouble just follows me wherever I go.”

“What can I do doll?” Bucky said softly reaching out to put a reassuring hand on your knee, it was only then you realised his knuckles were bloody.

You realised with a startle that he had got his knuckles bloody for you.

“Can you take me home Buck,” you asked swiping your thumb over his knuckles, your silent thank you for the trouble they had gone to on your behalf. 

Bucky pulled into the parking space of the bnb, and helped you take your motorcycle helmet off. 

It had been weeks since you first reached town and Bucky was curious.

“What are you still doing here? You don’t want to find somewhere proper?” 

“Nobody will rent to me,” you said sadly “I’ve tried everywhere. Even that shack out by the creek that’s been abandoned since before we were born. Nobody wants to rent to me because I’m an outsider.” 

Bucky was suddenly angry at how the town had been treating you.

“Thank you for taking me home and I’m so sorry about tonight,” you said softly and Bucky turned to examine your face, thumb brushing over your cheekbone, your eyes fluttered closed at the touch and something jolted inside Bucky.

“You sure you’re okay?” he whispered and you nodded softly.

You stood gently on your tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, “I’ll see you tomorrow Buck.” 

Bucky tossed and turned all night. He had briefly fallen asleep only to once again be woken by a nightmare. The same one. That same bunker. That same chair. But then something unexpected, when he tried to close his eyes again, your eyes were staring back at him, and if he was honest that was what was keeping him awake. He knew he was in trouble….

“Keep your coat on y/n,” Bucky ordered as you arrived for your shift.

“What? Why?” you cried, fearing you were being let go, Bucky huffed a laugh at your horrified expression, “Doll, you’re not fired. We’re taking a little road trip.” 

You climbed onto his bike and held on tight to his torso, winding through Californian redwoods, the mountain air all around you.

Bucky finally pulled onto a little dirt track that led up to an opening in the trees and a singular cabin stood against the backdrop of a small lake. 

“Come on,” he motioned, removing your helmet, and leading you inside.

It was cosy, the living room and kitchen were open plan and there was an old cast iron log burner in the middle of the room with logs stacked either side of it.

There was one room off the side which you assumed was the bedroom.

“Well, what do you think?” Bucky asked motioning around.

“It’s beautiful Buck,” you said, still unsure why he had brought you here “It’s a beautiful home.” 

“It’s yours,” Bucky stated simply, back turned to you and  hands on his hips.

“What?” you almost shrieked and he replied in the same nonchalant tone “It’s yours!” 

“Bucky, wait!” you deadpanned, catching his shoulder and forcing him to turn around to look at you, eyes scanning his face until he conceded.

“It was my Mom’s cottage, and seeing as she’s not here anymore and I’ve got my place at the bar, I think you should have it, you can’t stay at that bnb forever. You need a place of your own.Plus it’s about time some life was breathed back into this place ” 

“Buck,” you cried, eyes watering, not letting go of your hold on him “Are you sure?”

“It’s yours doll,” he whispered, eyes flicking briefly down to your lips, “For as long as you choose to stay, and I hope you do stay, it’s yours,” 

You extended your hand out to him “You take the rent out of my wages,” you ordered, waiting for him to shake on your deal.

“Doll,” he sighed “The place was lying empty, I'm not going to charge you rent,” you looked like you were about to argue when he stuck his hand out too, “Counter offer, if you do this place up. Make it somewhere lived in and beautiful. Somewhere my Ma would be proud to look down on, then we’re quits.”

You nodded and shook his hand ferociously, tears threatening to spill.

“Thank you Bucky,” you whispered, pulling him into a hug and relishing in the feel of his strong arms around you, and your heart hammered in your chest when he placed a gentle kiss on your head.

After a month or two of working at the bar you had saved enough to buy a second hand, beaten up old pickup truck, and Sam brought you out to pick it up.

“Are you sure you want this hunk of junk y/n?” he argued but you were enamored and being able to drive it home to your cabin filled you with an enormous amount of peace. 

You had been growing closer and closer with Bucky, sometimes he would stop by on your days off to do some of the diy you pestered him about on your shifts and if you were honest you really enjoyed the company.

The first few nights on your own in the cabin had been nothing short of terrifying. You weren’t used to being alone and on the second night a huge storm knocked all your power out and you shivered in bed all night terrified of the darkness.

Bucky came around the next morning and fixed your generator so that would never happen again. 

“There,” Bucky sighed “All done!” 

You came to join him on the porch and passed him a bottle of beer and he flicked a switch and the fairy lights he had hung all around the cottage flickered to light.

“They’re beautiful Buck,” you smiled, hugging him tightly, eyes lighting up like a child as you looked up at them. 

“Not as beautiful as you,” he said softly, hands coming to rest on your waist, and his breath on your neck made you shiver.

“Bucky,” you tried softly but he cut you off with a kiss. You melted into his touch completely and he gently became more ferocious in the way he clasped your body and kissed your lips. 

He backed you through the open door of the cottage until you collapsed down on the sofa and he climbed on top of you, he was making quick work of your shirt when you finally came to your senses.

“Wait, Wait,” you panted, hands planting on his chest “Maybe we should slow down for a moment.” 

“You want me to slow it down baby doll?” he panted and you nodded gently.

“I’m not ready Buck,” you cried and Bucky suddenly noticed how terrified you looked, feeling guilty that he had pushed you to a place you weren’t ready for yet.

“I can wait babygirl,” he promised, cupping your face in both of his hands “I can wait.” 

“Bucky, no. No.” you cried, pushing him away with your leg and running your hands through your hair, “I can’t do this,” you cried. 

Bucky sat still on your sofa not quite sure what to do for a moment “You don’t want this?”

You shook your head, tears springing to your eyes “It’s not that Buck, it's just I can’t be what you need right now. I can’t be with you like this.”

“What do you think I need?” he rose gently “All I need is you,” he countered

“Hey, hey, why are you crying?” he shushed brushing your hair behind your ears “Don’t cry.”

“Please Buck,” you were pleading, “Please can you just leave, I can't do this. It’s too much for me.”

Bucky was torn between wanting to assure you some more and respecting your request for him to leave. He hesitated just a moment too long for you to take it the wrong way completely, your eyes were wide and ferocious like an animal that had been cornered.

He scratched the back of his neck before he could find his voice “Doll, if I’ve read this wrong-”

“-You have,” you snapped “You’ve read this wrong and I need you to leave now, please,” you paced until you found his leather jacket hanging across the back of a chair and tossed it to him.

He couldn’t help the anger of rejection that rose up in his chest, and the shame for having read the situation so wrong.

“Fine. Fine. I’m going,” he sighed, pulling his jacket on and stomping towards the door.

“You know what..” he started one hand on the handle, but stopping to face you “Forget it,” he deadpanned, pulling the door open and slamming it behind him.

Work the next few days were less awkward than expected, Bucky and his bike were nowhere to be seen. You’d heard Steve mention to Sam that he was worried that Bucky was gone on another whisky fuelled bender and you couldn’t help the pang of guilt that gnawed away at your stomach.

Days turned into a week with no contact from Bucky and the guilt was eating you alive. You had texted him days ago to apologise, and asking if you could talk it out and explain, but he never replied. Not only were you angry with yourself for fucking everything up but now you were really beginning to worry. 

You were closing the bar by yourself tonight, it was a quiet Tuesday night and business was slow. You knew Steve had a date after work so you dismissed him early so he could go buy her some flowers he’d kissed you on the cheek and almost skipped out of the bar.

It gave you the opportunity to pop your headphones in and listen to your music as you mopped and cleaned. 

It was nice to do a deep a clean without Steve or Sam trying to hurry you out. 

And as you made your way into the back office to put away the takings into the safe your heart almost fell out of your chest.

Bucky was laying back in his office chair, eyes squeezed shut while some girl with her skirt hitched up at the sides was grinding her hips on him, her own head thrown back in ecstasy as she rode him. 

You froze on the spot, you couldn't help the way your stomach sank to your toes in a feeling of betrayal, or the way your eyes stung with tears.

Bucky wasn’t yours, you had seen to that with your stupidity the other night so you had no right to feel the way you were right now and when his electric eyes suddenly bore into yours with an expression you honestly couldn’t read you were backing out of his office quicker than lightning. 

He followed you out into the carpark catching you just as you were about to climb into your truck. 

“Doll,” he reached for you exasperated, “Doll wait, please.” 

You turned to face him, tears rolling down your cheeks, and he reached for you gently, relieved when you didn’t bat him away as he cupped your face.

“I have no right to be crying,” you sighed.

“I don’t understand,” He stuttered, somewhere between annoyed and confused,” I thought you didn’t want me?”

“Bucky, of course I-” You were about to answer when Bucky’s name being yelled across the lot caught both of your attention.

“What the fuck is this?”  The girl who had been with Bucky only moments before came storming over and smacked him straight across the face as hard as she could.

“You always fucking do this shit James,” she cried “This is the last fucking time.”

She looked at you genuinely hurt and for a moment you wanted to apologise, until her expression turned to contempt. 

“Seriously, this is who you keep blowing me off for?” she huffed out a laugh, “Good luck with that, you’ll be crawling back to me in no time.” You felt yourself shrink down to half your size under her words.

She took one last seething glare at Bucky before smacking him again and he made no move to stop her, watching guiltily as she stormed away.

“I deserved that,” he said glumly, you made a face to argue when he cut you off, “No doll, I truly deserve it. Hell if you wanted to have a pop too I would understand.” 

 “Buck,I don’t want to slap you” you sighed and he ran a hand through his hair before kicking at the dirt.

“Then what the hell do you want y/n? Goddamn it.”

You were floundering like a fish out of water, trying to grasp at words and coming up short.

“You wouldn’t understand,” you tried and he cut you off with a pointed finger.

“Don’t give me that shit,” he warned “You literally could not throw me out faster the other day and then you turn up crying when I’m clearly fucking trying to get over you so what is it? You don’t want me but you don’t want anyone else to have me?”  

“No,” you scoffed, your own anger rising now too.

“No” he repeated exasperatedly, “So what do you want?”

“I- I don’t know,” you mumbled. 

“You don’t know?” he goaded and goddamn was he intimidating, looking at you like a predator stalks his prey, waiting for an answer to pounce “Well, I sure as shit can’t figure that out for you sweetheart,” he sighed, running the back of his hand across his lips, before spitting on the ground. 

You were not used to this Bucky, this agitated, whiskey drunk version of him. The one most people were used to. But not you.

“Look, just go,” he sighed eventually, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife.

“I don’t know what you want, but it sure as shit ain’t me. And I'm done with whatever the fuck this is.”

You could hear your heart pounding in your ears, tears welling in your eyes as you reached for the handle of your truck door and pulled it open, gasping back in fright when Bucky slammed it closed suddenly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He looked like he was going to yell at you but nothing could have prepared you for what came next.

“Don’t go,” he pleaded. “Please don’t go,” 

Trapped between his body and the door of your truck you melted into his touch, whimpering as he leaned forward to capture your lips with his own demanding ones.

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[sebstan2020]

Who Do You Belong To

Pairings: Max Burnett X Reader

Summary: You come home from pulling a con and Max is waiting for you

Warnings: Dom/Sub, Smut, Spanking, Ownership, Crawling, Fingering, Sex, Orgasm Delay, Sir Kink, Boot Worship, Body Worship, Scratching

Max sat in the plush chair in the corner of the room, one leg resting on his knee, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand. The warm lights glowed down on him, placing him in the spotlight. The apartment was quiet, the only sound being the ice clinking in his glass as he sipped it delicately, licking his lips of the strong liquor. He could drink it like water if he wanted too but he strained himself from doing so. He needed his head on. He glanced down at his watch again, taking in the time and his eyes flickered to the door across from him. He bounced his leg, waiting patiently, staring off into the darkness until his attention was stolen by the door opening slowly, the creek annoying him.

You shuffled into the apartment, duffle bag hanging beside you, and you slipped off your shoes, entering inside. Your eyes immediately met with his, dark, slightly narrowed, and intense. He held a scowl on his face as he watched you slowly walk in, a nervous look on your face. You knew this was going to sting.

“You’re late” he said through the silence, and you swallowed.

“I’m sorry… I had a problem; he wasn’t going down and I didn’t want to drug him anymore than I had to” you squeaked. It was the truth. The guy you were tackling tonight happened to be on the larger side and the drugs weren’t taking affect as quickly as they normally did and the last thing you wanted to do was send him into an overdose and get done for murder. Then all this work would have been for nothing. Max took the last of his drink, swallowing it in one gulp and placed the glass down carefully.

“You know I don’t like it when you are late” he said softly and you bit your lip, wondering what to reply with. You knew he didn’t like you being late and yet you could have called and said you were going to be. But with the guy not going down and being clingy all night, you had your hands full. Although you were certain you were going to make up for it later tonight.

“You got the money?” he asked, raising his head a bit and you smiled, showing him the duffle bag. He grinned, his eyes perking up as he watched you closely.

“Good girl, why don’t you bring it over to me” he ordered, tilting his head and you felt a tingle go through your body. You fell down to your knees, crawling on all fours as he had trained you to, leaning down to pick the leather straps of the duffle into your mouth, teeth biting into the thick leather and a tangy taste lingering on your tongue. You picked the heavy bag up, your jaw straining at the weight of it and began to crawl forwards, just as he liked. Your dress shifted upwards, revealing your thighs and the hint of your lace panties underneath, the ones he picked out for you. The carpet underneath was soft and cushioned your hands and knees.

As you crawled closer, like a well-trained dog, you caught his scent, that Dior perfume he brought a couple weeks ago with the money you gained from that short con. It was a simple one, could be carried out by anyone, like taking candy from a baby. It helps when the person your conning is practically a moron as well. But nonetheless Max was happy. You always made him happy. That’s why you’re his girl.

You brought the bag over to him, looking up with puppy dog eyes and flushed cheeks, waiting for your next command. He reached down and took the bag from your mouth, dumping it on his lap and immediately opening it, a smirk appearing instantly at the wads of green. It always amazes him how people walk around with this much cash. Max felt a tingle run through him as he ran his hand through the bills, the touch exhilarating, his heart racing, and pupils dilating. You’d think he’d be used to this feeling of seeing this much money and yet it surprises him every time.

“Good girl” he praised, earning a sweet smile from you as it instantly turned you on, his words beating through you. You sat back on your hunches, hands placed neatly on your thighs and eyes forward on him, waiting for further instruction. He radiated power and control, just sitting there, high above you like a king on his throne. He dumped the bag next to him, leaning back and taking a deep breath.

“Go on, you know what I want” he urged, his voice husky and dominating and you felt your stomach flip with pleasure. “Yes Sir” you answered softly, leaning forwards back on your hands and knees. You puckered your lips, pressing a kiss to the toe of his boot, the ones that cost him over $400. They suited him so well, almost like he was a military officer. A fantasy of him ordering you about like a soldier ran through your head and made your pussy twinge, your wetness soaking your panties. Imaging him ordering you to do push ups while he spanks you made you feel numb, like on a heroin high. But that was for another day. Perhaps you would mention it to him. Right now, you were here to serve him, just like he wanted.

You kissed his boot up and down, worshipping him like a god. The mere thought of him just watching you in pleasure turned you on and you fought the urge to look up and see those bright blue eyes of his staring down at you. You kissed the leather delicately, pressing kisses around the side of his foot, in any place he’d want to be worshipped. Why, because he was in charge. He made you what you are today. Without him, you’d be working in that hardware store for the rest of your life, living off pot noodle and stale water. You’d never known the finer things in life until you met him. He was the reason the thank for where you are today, and he wasn’t going to forget that. But without you, he wouldn’t have what he wanted. He needed you and you needed him.

“Now the other one” he ordered quietly, moving his other foot into the spotlight. You switched to the other, the leather taste lingering on your lips and your tongue, the taste tangy and weird. Max watched in pleasure, a smile on his lips and a hardness through his pants. If there was one thing that he liked, it was gratitude. He didn’t teach you everything he knew for you to become a selfish brat. All his hard work wasn’t just for nothing. The money of course was gratitude but it was spilt both ways and so he wanted to be personally thanked.

“Now up my leg” he murmured, and you grinned against his foot, slowly beginning to kiss your way up his leg, trailing your lips on the inside along his jeans. His scent grew more, intoxicating and you let out a soft moan as you reached his thigh, looking up with doll light eyes and mystery as he watched you closely. Those eyes of his were mesmerising, almost capturing you like an evil wizard. You placed kissed on his thigh, moving to his crotch, and looked up for direction. Max took a breath, leaning forwards and cupping your face in his large hands, bending you back to get a good look at you. Silence took over the apartment as he inspected you, eyes matched with yours. Then he granted you some pleasure, leaning down to kiss you softly, gently, dominantly. You moaned into his lips, his face warm against your cold nose, a hint of whiskey and mint on his breath, almost like he was getting you drunk. His clean-shaven jaw was smooth to the touch, gliding over your skin like oil. His kiss was like a drug, addicting and leaving you wanting more and entering into a withdrawal stage when he pulls away.

You reached for more, pressing harder into his lips but he pulled away, eyebrows raised, and you gasped softly. How silly of you to think this was going at your pace. Did you forget he was in charge. The smirk on his face said everything and he ran his hands down your neck, over your shoulders.

“Take this off” he whispered. “Yes Sir” you answered softly.  Slipping out of the black dress, you kicked it to the side, hooking your thumbs into your panties and pulling them off as well. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the sudden coldness. You felt exposed, on display like a mannequin. Max ran his eyes over you, taking in every inch and curve of your body. You were stunning. Every inch of you he has touched and only he would touch. Yes, you let people touch you for the cons but outside of those, anyone who dared stepping into his territory wouldn’t last.

“Now over my knee” he ordered darkly. You fell back down to the floor, crawling with a sexy sway to your body and crawled yourself over his knee. Max took a deep breath, his hand running over your body, fingers teasing you and smoothed it over your bare ass. You had a feeling you knew what was coming and yet it surprised you at the same time as his hand spanked your hard, slapping your skin and echoing into the apartment. You gasped loudly, pushing your weight into his knee as he gripped your ass tightly, grabbing flesh as he brought his hand down again.

“What do you say?” he growled.

“Thank you, Sir,” you groaned as he spanked you again, his cock starting to harden more underneath you. He moaned softly, his hand smoothing the sore area and then bringing it back down again, your skin turning bright red and burning like you had caught the sun. The pain was intense and pleasurable at the same time, making your pussy drip.

“That’s for turning up late” he whispered in your ear, earning a moan from you.

“Thank you, Sir,” you whispered, and he pulled you up from his knee, attacking you with his lips. You held onto his knees for support, moaning as he trailed his hand over your tits, squeezing one tightly and earning a yelp from you. He grinned against your lips.

“You like this don’t you, you like me being rough with you” he teased.

“Yes Sir, I do” you did like it, you felt an addiction to it like none other.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked, voice quiet but commanding and his hand reach between your legs, rubbing over your aching pussy. With one swipe he had you shaking in his hand, pussy tingling and pulsing, juices dripping down your thighs and over his hand. You were like putty in his hand, being squeezed, and prodded and pulled to get his desire.

“You” you whispered; eyes slightly closed. Your body was turning numb at the pleasure, little beads of sweat forming in the crooks of your body, heat radiating off your skin.

“That’s right, you’re mine, all mine. You know why?” he said, staring right at you, complete control over your body. You knew the answer, but you wanted to hear him say it. You lived for it; you desired it.

“Because you get me exactly what I want” the praise was enough to have you screaming in his hand as he rubbed his fingers faster over your pussy, teasing your clit, running fingers through your folds, and rubbing your juice over your pussy. It was hot down there, and you didn’t know if you could last any longer.

“Oh please” you begged, squirming like a new-born baby, Max grinned, placing a kiss to your lips again but this time he wormed his tongued inside, dancing and swirling with yours, teeth biting your lower lip hard enough for blood to oose out and he lapped it up. Suddenly he stopped, racing to unzip his jeans and pulls his hard cock out, grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking you upwards for you to sit on him. You crawled onto his lap, bending down onto his cock that slipped in you easily, pushing all the way inside and filling you up. You head fell back with an intense moan and you started to bounce, pleasure taking over your entire body.

Max gritted his teeth has he groaned, leaning back in the chair, and watching you fuck yourself on him. it was a pleasure to watch, seeing you drop down onto him, body slick with sweat and flush with colour. Your hair was a mess, flying in all directions as you bounced up and down, his cock pushing all the way inside and your pussy tingling. From his warmup you were already on the verge of an orgasm, and he could see you trying to hold it back. Max ran his hands over your body, nails scratching and dragging down, leaving red marks across your body, something for him to admire later.

“Oh, please Sir” you begged. You wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. His cock was hard and also twitching as he felt his own climax.

“Ask me like a good girl” he teased.

“Please Sir may I come?” you said in the politest voice you could use, giving him those beautiful eyes of yours that sometimes made him give in to easily. Tonight, he was feeling generous. You apologised for being late and learnt your mistake and you did bring him a heavy bag of cash. You deserved every bit of this.

Your legs were shaking, toes curling as the tingles erupted through your body, pussy hot and sensitive. Your tits bounced up and down as you did, and the moans were becoming uncontrollable.

Max groaned as he reached his climax, coming inside you, filling you up with his cum. “You can cum” he breathed, granting you permission. You let yourself go, coming on his cock, juices mixing with his and dripping down his hard length, spilling out. You gasped for air, the orgasm so intense that you nearly felt you were going to pass out and if it weren’t for Max holding you up you would have fell. Your body shook, post orgasm and exhaustion kicking in, heavy breaths and tired eyes. Max took a deep breath, hands cupping your face as he brought you down for a kiss, tender and comforting. You moaned quietly against him, foreheads touching as all your energy left you. You stared into his blue eyes, giving an almost drunk smile.

“Did I do good tonight” you asked, and he grinned.

“You did perfect” he whispered.

Hey so I hope you like it, let me know what you think in the comments

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[bullet-prooflove]

I went for safety by choosing from an old prompt list. So, still with Juice, "I'm following the map that leads to you", please?

Btw, as you told me I could pop a few requests in, I might send another one for someone else. But I haven't decided who yet so we'll see tomorrow...

Canvas!Series:

Canvas - You've brought so much colour into Juice's life.

Follow Me - Your ex Ronnie realises you have a new boyfriend.

Runaway - Juice comes home to find you absent.

Goodbye - Juice recieves a phone call from you in the middle of the night.

Love Letter (feat: Filip 'Chibs' Telford) - Juice begins to spiral.

It’s Evelyn that gives Juice the map, the one with your location highlighted with a red felt tip heart. He keeps it in the passenger seat of the truck as he makes the drive up to Spring Creek in Nevada. It’s been almost a year since he last laid eyes on you, since you’d called him from a pay phone in a shitty motel in Carson City to say goodbye. He’d been up there a couple of times to find you but the trail had always gone cold, now he knows why.

You were an artist with barely two cents to rub together, you didn’t have the resources to vanish the way you did. He’d assumed you’d had help, he’d just never realised how close it was to home.

“Did Chibs know?” he’d asked Evelyn as he’d sat at the kitchen table in the home the two of them shared.

“Not until this morning.” She had told him as she set the mug of hot chocolate down in front of him. “Keeping the secret gave him plausible deniability.”

Which means it gave the club plausible deniability. If anyone discovered her complicity in a network that helped to spirit women and children away from abusive situations, being disbarred would be the least of her worries.

“You saw what it did to me, you knew…” He trails off bitterly, his eyes stinging.

He’d almost killed himself last year, shot himself up with so much dope, he’d woken up choking in a pool of his own vomit. He’d been lucky that time. It should have been a wake up call but it wasn’t.

“That’s why she sent the letter.” Evelyn explained to him. “She couldn’t stand the thought of you blaming yourself.”

It had taken him weeks to read it. By that point he’d gone so far down the rabbit hole he didn’t know which way was up. It was Chibs that saved him, that forced him to read the letter, to understand it wasn’t his fault that you’d left.

“Why now?” Juice asks her, gesturing to the map and Evelyn picks up the newspaper from the counter and tosses it onto the table in front of him.

3 Dead During DEA Drug Raid, the headline reads.

“Her ex, he’s one of them.” Evelyn tells him, tapping her finger on the article. “I’ve told her it’s safe to come home but…”

“…but she doesn’t know if she has anything to come back to.” Juice finishes as he leans back in his chair.

“A year is a long time Juan.” Evelyn reminds him. “As far as she knows you’ve moved on, got yourself another girl.”

“No.” He says resolutely as his gaze strays to the garden outside of the window. “I fucked around in the beginning but there’s never been anyone that comes close to Simone.”

Eight hours later Juice finds himself standing on the doorstep of a cabin in Spring Creek. It’s the first time in almost a year he’s felt hope.

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[skyward-floored]

Short little Incredibles au thing I’ve had lying around and decided to just finish up, based on many many dumb arguments I’ve had with my siblings.

Ao3

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“Legend!” Wild sing-songed as he zipped into the living room “Legend I’m done picking up my clothes! Do you want to race? Or go see if there’s frogs out by the creek? Or get Sky to walk us to the park or see if Twilight is done cleaning too or maybe—”

“Wild,” Legend interrupted, giving his brother a grumpy look from over his book. “Not now, I don’t want to play.”

Wild blinked at him, and cocked his head to the side, not computing.

“But you’re just reading, and you have been like all afternoon! Don’t you want to do something else?” he asked, and Legend glared at him.

“No, I do not. I’m perfectly happy here Wild, leave me alone.”

“Aw come on Legend, please?” Wild said with a bright smile.

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“No.”

“Pretty pretty please with sugar on top and chocolate frosting and fruit and candy and sprinkles?”

Legend didn’t bother verbally replying that time, merely shoving his nose further in his book after sending a withering glare towards Wild.

Wild, for his part, stomped his foot at being ignored, and shoved his face up right next to Legend’s, staring at him with as intense of a glare as he could manage.

Legend acted like he wasn’t even there.

...So Wild jumped on him.

Legend yelped as his book went flying, his brother almost knocking over the chair he was sitting in. He turned invisible when Wild jumped, but since his clothes were still in view, Wild was able to pounce on him and try to pull him off the chair.

“Wild! I said no!” Legend yelled, and rolled over, trying to shove Wild off of him. “Get off!”

Wild didn’t reply, and the two of them tussled for a minute, both trying to get the upper hand.

“Come on Wild! Stop it!” Legend growled after another minute, giving his brother a hard shove. “Can’t you leave me alone for five minutes?! You’re the most annoying brother ever!”

“You’re the most annoying brother ever!” Wild shot back with a obnoxious grin, completely undeterred.

“On Opposite Day,” Legend snapped back.

“Takes one to know one!”

“In your dreams.”

“In your dreams!”

“In your dreams times infinity!”

“In your dreams times infinity plus one!”

“GUYS,” Sky shouted, and the two of them immediately froze. Somehow Sky had come up behind them without either boy noticing, and was now looking down at the two, hands on his hips with a furrow to his brow.

It was rare that Sky raised his voice, but when he did, he meant business.

“That’s enough. What on earth are you two fighting about?” Sky asked, and Legend and Wild began talking over each other, accompanied by accusations and pointing fingers.

Sky looked between the two as they got louder and louder, and abruptly snapped out his wings, the loud noise silencing the two.

“Look. You guys aren’t supposed to fight with each other,” Sky said gently, but Wild and Legend continued to glare.

“He started it,” Legend huffed, and Wild balled up his fists.

“I did not! You did when you said you wanted to just read your stupid book instead of-!”

“Guys,” Sky interrupted again, and the two went silent. “I actually came in here to tell you to quiet down because Twilight has a headache. Your arguing is just going to make it worse,” he said, and Wild and Legend looked at each other, then down the hall.

“He does?” Wild asked more quietly, and Sky nodded.

“Yes. Yelling won’t help him at all, and you shouldn’t be yelling inside anyways,” he said sternly, but then his voice softened. “And you shouldn’t fight with Legend either. Find something else to do Wild, okay? Leave Legend be.”

Wild frowned. “But he keeps—”

“No means no, buddy,” Sky said pointedly, but gave him a smile. “But that goes for you too Legend. You can’t always say no to Wild.”

Legend mumbled a response, but Sky merely took it in stride and nodded.

“Come on Wild, let’s go outside and let Twilight have some quiet time,” Sky said, taking his hand. “And Legend.”

“Fine,” Wild mumbled, and let Sky take guide him outside with a wing. He couldn’t resist sticking his tongue out at Legend before he went though, giving him a loud pbbbth.

Legend merely rolled his eyes, and went back to his book.

#incredibles au #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu Wild #lu legend #lu Sky #writing from the floor #don’t think it really needs a readmore #long post #Wild gets to be a brat #as a treat #feeling very bleh about like all of my writing ever but I’m posting this anyway for some reason #incredibles au fic

[niki-phoria]

Hiii I love reading your enha reaction! I was wondering if you could do one with heeseung x late night basketball date, pronouns he/him :)

pairing: heeseung x student!male reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 710

includes: established relationship, reader is stressed about school, idk anything about basketball so i skipped over the actual game part lol i hope that's okay

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

feedback is always appreciated <33

your shoulders and back ache; an unfortunate side effect of spending hours hunched over your computer. your fingers momentarily pause your incessant typing when you hear your bedroom door creek open before you return your attention to the incomplete essay on your opened computer screen. 

heeseung lets out a quiet sigh to himself, his eyebrows furrowing slightly at the sight of you. your disheveled hair falls into your tired eyes. your lips remain fixated downwards in a small frown. he can nearly see how much tension you hold in your muscles underneath the thin t-shirt you had stolen from him to sleep in the night before. 

“jagi,” his voice is soft as he carefully approaches from behind you. despite hearing him enter the room, you still jump at his gentle hand placed against your shoulder. heeseung’s frown only deepens at your jumpiness. “come on. it’s been hours. you need to take a break.”

you briefly glance up at him before you turn back to your essay. “i can’t,” you say, shaking your head slightly. “i need to finish this.”

“y/n,” heeseung sighs. he places both of his hands against your shoulders, slowly beginning to gently massage your muscles. you can’t help the way your eyes flutter closed in relief. you find yourself leaning back into his touch, a soft sigh of your own escaping you.

heeseung leans down to press a kiss against the exposed skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. his affection has always flustered you. “there’s a basketball court around the block,” he says as he carefully begins to pull your hands away from your computer. he shuts the device before tugging your chair back far enough away from your desk to stand up. “let’s go play a few rounds.”

“okay,” you nod as you finally relent. heeseung softly smiles, intertwining your hands together as he guides you to your feet to stand up. 

he reaches over, hand ghosting against your waist as he pulls you out of his bedroom. heeseung’s shirt hangs loosely from your shoulders. he quickly shrugs his hoodie off before tugging it over your head. “what?” he teases. “my clothes look nice on you.”

“you always say that.” 

“and i always mean it.” you playfully roll your eyes at him as you tug on a pair of sneakers as heeseung grabs a basketball you’re sure belongs to his brother. “ready?”

you hum as heeseung’s arm finds its familiar home around your waist, the ball tucked perfectly against his side with his other arm. 

a comfortable silence falls between you as you walk in sync out of the apartment building until you reach the desolate namyangju streets. the sun is just about to set, casting the sky in a beautiful golden glow. hues of light pink and purple decorate the sky above you. 

heeseung dribbles the basketball against the cracked concrete sidewalk as you make your way around the block until you reach a small park next to a nearby neighbourhood. A lonely basketball hoop sits at the edge of a concrete slab in a grassy area.

“y/n,” heeseung calls as he passes the ball to you. you catch it easily before tossing it into the hoop above, watching as it passes straight through the net below. 

heeseung smiles as he catches the ball once again, passing it back to you. you can’t help the way your lips quirk into a small smile as he playfully dribbles the ball towards you. “come on, y/n,” he teases. “five points. one game.”

“don’t test your luck hee,” you smile, stepping closer to him. “you know you can’t beat me.”

“we’ll see.”

“yes!” you cheer as the ball falls through the net once again, signaling the end of the game and yet another point for you. heeseung laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close so your back is pressed against his chest. “i told you,” you tease, pushing a strand of his hair back into place. “you never stood a chance.”

heeseung smiles brightly as he playfully shakes his head. you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in to pull him into a sweet kiss. “thank you, hee,” you whisper. “i needed this.”

“anything for you, love.”

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[aerasx]

Not sure if your requests are open but can I request Hyunjin who can’t seem to get himself off on his own so he asks y/n to help him but she teases him and makes him do it himself in front of her until he cums all over her face. (This was inspired by your recent) 🥰

Tysm for requesting🤧. Requests are always open no matter what <3. Anyway hope you enjoyed this, feel free to send in more asks anytime❤️

Not proof read

Parings. Boyfriend!Hyunjin x fem!reader

Wc: 489

Warnings. Handjob,dom reader (sorta), whining from Hyunjin. Sub Hyunjin,begging, pwp,pet names, cum eating ( tell me if I miss anything)

MDNI

Whiney moans and wet sounds of Hyunjin’s hand colliding with his base fill the otherwise quite room. He was oh so close but, his orgasm just couldn’t come to him.

He needs you. He needs you to squeeze tightly around his base. He needs you to ride him, because he knows that’s the only way he’ll be able to cum.

His hand slows down so that he could mutter out your name. Barely audible. At first he thinks you didn’t hear him. You were after all in a different room eating,working,reading?

it didn’t matter because he knew you actually did hear him the second he heard the door creek. How could you not hear his voice? The way he’s way so needly calling your name.

you door creeks open just enough for you too slip inside and notice his leaking cock.

“ p-please help me” Hyunjin whimpers looking you directly in the eyes his lidded eyes gave him a submissive looking gaze fueling you to help him. Maybe you would help him if he didn’t look so pretty begging for you.

the way his plush lips looked slightly red from how he was biting down on them, gasps from his lips for angelic now than ever. Teasingly you walk over to him slightly swaying your hips.

when you get to his open legs you look down on his sitting form in the chair, his big doe eyes looking up at you hopeful.

you lean down to whisper in his ear “ be a good boy for me and get yourself off” teasing tone prominent in your voice. Even though he was very obviously upset at those words he complied, knowing he should make you mad.

The pace of his hand started picking up again. His eyes drifted up to your standing form, eyes lidded from lust. Pretty moans and gasps spill out of his lips just before moaning your name.

it turned you on seeing him so desperate for you, you never knew how much power you had I’ve him.

you could tell by the way his hand collided with his base making pornographic noises form the pre cum, that he was close.

you bend down on your knees slotting yourself between his wide open legs and stick your tongue out so he could affectively release all over your face.

the face you were making only fueled hyunjins libido. Speeding up finally ready to cum again. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut before letting out a loud moan. Fluids spurting all over your face. He pants loudly before finally looking down out your form, seeing that you swallowed his load. He sighs content with The outcome even though he would of preferred you on top of him.

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[thomasisaslut]

Lucien Vanserra x Tamlin

Cockwarming — KTober

Word Count: 1.1k

Includes: Cock Warming, Spit as Lube, Pre as Lube, Desk Sex, Anal, Anal Fingering, Gay Sex, Hair Pulling, Hickeys.

Part Two Of: Edging || Lucien Vanserra x Tamlin

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51240175

On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1391145317-𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑-𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧-𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚-𝐱

The letter sent, Tamlin sighs as he slouches in his chair. He stated a while ago to his mate that he wanted to send an apology to both Rhysand and Feyre, while he couldn't do it in person—due to multiple reasons—he still had a bit of relief as the letter flew away.

The High Lord stands from his chair when he spots another mound of complaints from the people, he grabs the paper from the top of the stack and begins to look it over when he hears the door creek open. Tamlin looks over his shoulder.

"Lucien?" Tamlin instantly sets down the paper and walks over to his mate, he cups his cheek with his right hand. "Is something wrong?" The blond asks, worried.

"No." Lucien chuckles then leans up and pecks Tamlin's cheek. "Is something wrong with you, Tam?"

The blond shakes his head no but his face reveals the truth, he was stressed. The paperwork of complaints has only been growing since Tamlin decided to start trying to fix is court.

"Tam." Lucien warns.

"Yes. I'm just stressed, Lu." The High Lord leans forward and kisses Lucien's forehead, staying close to him for a moment before turning back towards his desk. He sits back down in his chair. "The people's complaints have only been growing..."

"Well, yes, I imagine our court needs some adjustments, Tam." Lucien walks over and stands beside Tamlin's chair before intertwining their fingers.

Tamlin looks up at his mate and raises his eyebrow.

"Let me help, Tam?" Lucien smirks.

"You always help with my work, Lu." The blond seems oblivious to what his mate was suggesting.

"I know." Lucien moves to straddle Tamlin, the High Lord's cheeks flush a deep red. "Let me help you another way, Tam." 

The Spring Court's High Lord looks suspicious but finally nods, Lucien unbuckles Tamlin's belt then his own before sliding down both of their pants in one movement. Tamlin's cock twitches from the sudden cold, the tip starts to leak pre.

"Already? I haven't even started." Lucien smirks, Tamlin's cheeks only darken in color.

Lucien smirks, he strokes Tamlin's cock a few times before removing his hand and spitting into it, he lubes up the High Lord's cock before lifting his hips and aligning his rear with the head.

"Lucien... I won't be able to focus if I fuck you." Tamlin whispers.

"Yes you will." Lucien sinks down, Tamlin's entire cock sheathed inside of his arse. "Oh... fuck!" The red headed moans, Tamlin has to fight the urge to buck his hips up, his claws begging to be released as he clutches the armrests.

"Lu... Lucien." The blond groans.

"Work, Tam." Lucien smirks, he rests his head in the crook of Tamlin's neck—making the High Lord completely able to see the work on his desk.

"I can't when you're-"

"You will work if you want to cum tonight, Tamlin." Lucien nibbles on the blonde neck, leaving a dark, red hickey on the pale skin.

Tamlin wants to say no but the thought of being left without being able to release in his mates ass... fuck. The High Lord complies, he picks up the paper he was looking at before and begins to read it over.

This scene goes on for around thirty minutes before Lucien rocks his hips, Tamlin's eyes instantly look over to meet Lucien's eyes.

"What are you trying?" Tamlin growls, he bites on his mates neck.

"N-Not yet, Tam. Only keeping you on your toes." Lucien smirks.

That smirk quickly fades.

Tamlin stands, his hands under Lucien's rear before he slams the other on his desk, he instantly begins to thrust his cock in and out of the red head, causing the Autumn fae to moan.

"T-Tam!" He shouts.

"Shush." The High Lord grunts, he snaps his hips, hitting Lucien's prostate every single thrust. "You've been teasing me for too long, Lu. I intend to pay back the favor."

Lucien makes a grunt of confusion.

Tamlin only smirks, his hand finds the tan cock waiting for him. He strokes the member with Lucien's pre, using it as lubricant.

Lucien can feel his release building, he moans and grunts, his back scraping against the hard wooden desk. "Tam... Tam I'm gonna..."

Tamlin removes his hand.

"What..." Lucien raises his thrown back to meet his mates piercing green eyes.

"You teased me, my love, now you will suffer the consequences." The blond proceeds to stroke Lucien's cock, his hips slow down their thrusts but don't dare to stop—teasing the red head.

"No... No! Tam p-please!" Lucien moans, pleading, wanting to feel the sweet satisfaction of his relief. "I need to cum, please, so bad!"

"No." The High Lord of the Spring Court smirks, mischievously.

Tamlin continues to fuck Lucien's cock with his hand, his free hand grips the red heads waist—pulling him down onto his cock.

"T-Tam... please..." He whimpers.

"Hm, beg." The High Lord smirks.

"Tamlin! Please, please, my mate! Let me cum, please!" The Autumn fae begs, he locks his legs around Tamlin's waist—trying to gain friction. "I need to cum so bad... please... please do it with me!" The red head continues.

That is all it takes for Tamlin to lose all of his control, his hips begin to pound and thrust, slamming against Lucien's sensitive spot once again. His pale hand continues to fuck Lucien's cock, stroking the tan member with his pre as lube.

"You want to cum, Lu?" Tamlin asks, a hint of malice in his tone.

"Oh! P-Please, Tamlin!" Lucien pleas, he rocks his hips, his cock moving up and down in Tamlin's hand. "Let me cum!"

Silence.

"No."

Lucien lets out a whine. "Tam, Tam, please!" The red begs. "I need to cum so bad, do it with me... fill me up with your own! Oh-" He moans. "D-Do it with me!"

"No." The High Lord of the Spring Court smirks, he continues to fuck into Lucien's rear before his release shoots into Lucien's arse. Filling him up to the brim with his cum, Tamlin pulls out. Some of his release dribbles down Lucien's inner thighs and the High Lord only stuffs it back in the red heads arse with his thumb.

"Tam... please..." Lucien pleas.

"No." Tamlin kisses his mates temple. "You will not cum unless it's on my cock, Lu."

The blond sits back down on his chair, he scoots in before pulling Lucien back onto his cock, the Autumn fae moans, the feeling of his mates cock and cum too much for him.

"Now, Lu, you are going to do what you came into my office for. Cockwarming."

"What?"

"You heard me, Lucien." The High Lord smirks. "You're going to cock warm me until I'm done working." Tamlin picks up another assignment.

And with the High Lord's demand so it was done, Lucien stayed on his mates cock, twitching and whimpering until the blonds work was done.

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #tamlin x lucien #lucien vanserra #lucien acotar #tamlin #acosf #acofas #acomaf #acowar #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury

[thisisrigged4]

hello! :D I see you would like some charles-related content <3 (or anyone for that matter hehe)

heres a present for u <3 also what's some of your favorite things about charles? :D (I.e personality traits, appearance , etc) that you just really really appreciate about his character? ;3

<3 <3 <3

I love how he is smiling slightly in that photo <3

It got a bit long than I first thought

What isn't there to love about his personality?

I love how he has a goofy sweetheart deep down and is not the stoic serious all-around man people make him out to be. For example, getting a drunken piggyback ride from John, "You should have taken the money." "I know, I'm a fool.", playfully grabbing at the prostitute's hand as Arthur insults them. Those fleeting moments and how sweet they are. (Also randomly tossing a chair in a bar fight was peek)

How understanding and patient he is too. Take Dutch and Molly/Susan for example and How Dutch snaps at them saying "How much he has going on and they want to talk" and yet Charles has just as much going on but anytime his friends need/call for him, he always has time/is willing to help or listen.

His "no nonsense" attitude and how he never leaves the player guessing in the game. Or how he doesn't tolerate negative people or behaviors. Like when Arthur was going to send away the German woman and her kids in Dewberry Creek. Or when Micah racially profiled him and Charles straight up yeeted the dude. My favorite one tho was in "An Honest Mistake" when Uncle/Arthur split up with Bill/Charles in the trees and the dialogue that follows

Charles - "Anything dumb Williamson, you're on your own."

Bill - "Oh shut the hell up."

The last one I'll include is compassion and wanting to help others/be better. For the natives, for the German woman in Chapter 2, Saving Jack in Chapter 3, stopping to look over Lenny after he is shot (He is literally the only one besides Arthur to not just breeze by the body; IG Javier to but he literally just peaks for two seconds before dipping). I know he wasn't fond of Kieran until a little before his death but (I at least) liked how we didn't see him torturing him like the others. Live and let live.

As for appearance, everything. I'm a sucker for a man with long hair. And the face, why does it have to be that damn beautiful? Seriously tho, his smile is awkward and adorable, I wish we had gotten to see it more. I am really obsessed with his face. Eye shape, beautiful.

So this is where it might get a bit weird but his hands are attractive to me and I can not explain why. Like, they are just hands, why so attractive?

That's my crazy ramblings, thank you asking friend <3

#rdr2 #charles smith #faith verna/charles smith #red dead redemption 2 #dutch van der linde #van der linde gang #arthur morgan #bill williamson #javier escuella #lenny summers #kieran duffy #micah bell

[exile-of-dathomir]

[You open the door to the cafe, where the ambient lighting is soft and orange like the planet of a red sun. It's easy on the eyes, still illuminating the front counter plenty enough to see all the various food items for sale, and the menus where hundreds of drinks are carefully written out in chalk. The room is filled with mismatched tables and cozy booths, with a spiral staircase that leads up to a loft of couches. It smells incredibly good in here, like rich caf and baked things. A yellow, heavily tattooed zabrak stands at the counter, leaning on it while idly scrolling the holonet on a datapad. He looks up when you enter, smiling.]

“Hey come on in! I don't bite unless you ask nicely. A joke! Haha, just a joke, I swear. Don't be nervous, I'm always good to my customers. So welcome to the Twin Moons Cafe, what can I get you?”

((Welcome to the Twin Moons. This is an RP blog for the nightbrother Feral. All interactions and tagging @exile-of-dathomir assumes you've come up to the counter in person, unless you explicitly state otherwise, such as sending a comm message or holocall. Ask box is open for 'holonet' messages. If you want to RP without using reblogs, feel free to start a message chain on a post or DM. The cafe menu includes anything you want it to. The end of this post includes more helpful interaction advice.))

((Read below the cut for Feral’s backstory.))

Feral is friendly and chatty, don't be nervous, come on in! He'd love to make you a drink. ☕

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((tw: nightsister temple scene, graphically depicted.))

I'm laying on the cot in Viscus’s back room, the one reserved for the injured.

Only I'm not injured anymore, just… empty inside. I'd tried so damn hard to win the Selection, but it hadn't been enough.

The thing is… I've never wanted kids, okay, but Savage? He smiles the most when the littlest brothers are underfoot, and he's never been one to smile much in the first place.

So I had thought…

Better than half of the nightbrothers that are Selected never come back, but, a year later a new kid is dropped off in the village, often more than one, with familiar angles to their faces, to the shape of their eyes.

If someone was going away and probably not coming back? I wanted it to be me. I can't handle the idea of being the one to wait a year, hoping to see if a new little brother shows up, with yellow skin and big almond eyes and-

I wanted it to be me.

Despite being the fastest climber and one of the best archers in the village, I’d failed. The melee part of the selection, the Trial of Night especially, against that nightsister with the smokey voice…

I turn over in the cot, and bury my face in the rough spun fabric.

I'd failed, and she'd Selected my brother instead. The fuck was I supposed to do now? Pick a new sparring partner? Go hunting by myself?

Just… carry on, like half my heart wasn't missing?

The chair beside the cot creeks with the weight of someone sitting in it. I assume it's Viscus, come to kick me out, or Burn, here to bother me into doing anything else besides laying here until I stop breathing.

“I'm so sorry, Feral…” comes the soft, silky voice of Rend.

I roll over, despite the fact that I probably look like shit, because this is the one person who might have answers for me.

Rend smiles when I do, but her lilac eyes don't crinkle at the corners like a real one. Good try though.

“Is he still…? Are they going to…” I have to ask.

Sometimes nightbrothers come home after the Selection. It's not… it's not unheard of.

“I don't know,” she replies, reaching out to stroke cold fingers over my forehead, passing her wrinkled knuckles under the line of my horns. “The Nightmother’s inner circle are preparing him for something, the rest of us aren't privy to what.”

I clear my throat, swallowing around a heavy thickness that clings to it. “Is that… normal? Does it mean anything?”

Rend shakes her head, the small, enchanted bells on her shawl sending out eddies in the force. A sound I've long associated with wise words and unusual kindness. “It can be… it depends on what sort of Selection it was.”

I sit up, gripping the edge of the cot. Her evasive words aren't helping.

“Is it normal for when they're going to use one of us as a stud? Or is it something else?” I ask, trying to keep my tone even.

I'm terrified. Hopeful. Terrified of being hopeful.

“No. It's not something generally done when a nightbrother is brought to the temple for procreation,” she admits.

I let go of the cot’s edge in favor of dropping my head into my hands.

Maybe… maybe.

Maybe he's coming back. Maybe I won't have to try and raise my nephews while trying not to scream inside everytime I look at them. Maybe I won't have nephews.

Would that be better… or worse?

Rend sits down on the cot beside me, the cloth arm of her deep red robes coming over my back like a blanket. “Oh Feral… you should have been born on Rattatak or Iridonia.”

“I'm not weak!” I hiss, trying not to be offended. She's not… wrong.

“No,” Rend agrees softly, “you're one of the best warriors in the village. It doesn't change the fact that your soul is… gentle. Warm.”

“Being warm didn't win me the Selection, so what's it worth?” I mutter.

The nightsister snorts. “You wanted to be Selected?”

“... I want to have been Selected instead of Savage,” I admit, rubbing at my eyes tiredly.

Rend sighs, like the very idea of it makes her even more tired than I am. “Go home. Get some rest. If I find out anything about your brother, I'll come let you know, alright?”

I manage a thin smile up at her, then take her thin fingers in mine to kiss the back of her knuckles. “Thank you nightsister. I… thank you.”

She withdrawals to stand up, giving my shoulder one last squeeze. “Walk with the fanged god’s blessing, nightbrother.”

I watch her go, until the bright splash of her robes disappears around the corner. Viscus takes her place in the door frame, watching me silently with his kind, weathered eyes.

“You heard her, Feral. Go on home… and take care of yourself. You might have a maleling on your hands, come spring. Don't forget that,” he cautions me, in his gruff way.

I drag myself to my feet, buoyed just barely enough by the thought that maybe this was an unusual Selection, and the results might be unusual too. Maybe Savage will be back tomorrow, and we can go fishing like we'd planned…

I leave, but I don't make it home.

Halfway across the village, a pair of nightsister initiates come striding up to me.

“Follow,” says one, droll and bored.

“You have been summoned,” snaps the other.

I know better than to speak when sisters come calling with sneering looks and curt demands. With my head lowered I follow, but excitement churns in my guts.

Was I being called on to help Savage take his leave from the temple? Did they already… you know, and now they want someone to get him out of their way?

Maybe, maybe.

The two sisters direct me into a side seat on a transport spreeder, and take off. I watch Viscus, Rend, and the Comand brothers all rush forward, only to stop at the gate, watching us go.

I lean out to wave.

The ride across the continent goes fast on these speeders. Rather than a three day flight on a winged creature, or a week long run on a hooved one, the nightsisters’ transport gets us to the temple in a matter of hours.

“Follow,” the shorter one orders me.

For as many herb hunting trips as I've gone on for Rend and some of the other sisters, I've… never actually been to the temple. It's huge. I mean just… it's the whole mountain range. The statues that border it's entry are bigger than any creature I've ever seen.

We enter, and Domir’s red light is quickly replaced by the softer glow of lamps. I'm led to a room with nothing in it, just a nightsister waiting with a cup.

“Drink.” She hands it off to me, and leaves.

I sit down at the back wall, ready to wait patiently, hoping I'll get to see Savage soon. The drink tastes limey. A little too sweet for my tastes, but not noxious or anything.

I turn around as she goes, just about ready to brave asking a careful question or two, but all the witches have left. They close the door behind them, and I'm alone in a plain stone room.

Well… alright then.

Sipping idly at the cup, I wait.

I feel as if… he's alive. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but it's like… I can feel him? Maybe it's not wishful thinking, sometimes I just know things.

As long as my brother is okay, I don't really care what happens next. I'll carry him back across the continent if I have to. I know he'd do the same for me.

I stop drinking the cup when I get tired of the flavor. It's too damn strong, honestly. Setting it aside is the last thing I remember before falling asleep.

Rough hands lift me upward under either arm, and I blink awake.

“Mmnh?” I ask, disoriented.

“Silence, nightbrother,” says one of the women holding me.

Ughl. I feel… unwell. What was in that drink?

The nightsisters drag me out of the room, which is a good thing, because I don't think I can stand. We don't go far, really. One long hallway and a few doors down, and they come to a stop. Then they just… stand there.

What are we waiting for exactly?

“Bring in the prisoner,” I hear, in that nightsister’s voice. “Now… for the final test.”

Prisoner? The fuck.

The two witches bearing me up start forward again, dragging me into a room scrawled with ritual circles and ichor and all manner of nightmagick tools.

I look up, confused, because… because I feel my brother, but I don't see him.

The two sisters drop me on the stone floor before those gathered, then retreat to the sides. I'm honestly a little dizzy, but I look up, waiting to see what they want from me, looking for-

It's the eyes that I recognize first. His markings are in shadow, and his frame is… different, but it's him.

“Savage!”

The hulking man that looks down on me just… stares. Wordless.

“Now,” says the woman, with words like syrupy poison, “kill him.”

My jaw drops of its own accord. She can't be serious, can she? He would never.

I look from the nightsister back to my brother, waiting to see what the plan is. If he wants to try fighting our way out… well the odds suck, but I'm willing to try.

Savage looks back at me and just… growls, softly.

I hadn't noticed it before, too caught up in feeling sick and confused and hopeful, but my brother feels…

…absent.

Oh fuck.

This is nightmagick.

“Savage? Y-you know me…”

Nothing.

“I’m your kin!”

Nothing.

Savage’s eyes narrow, and again he growls, soft and low in his chest. He makes no move to gut me, at least.

“Do not do this!” I encourage.

Gods be good, he'd never forgive himself. I'd rather jump from the top of gorgara falls than let him-

“I said kill him,” the nightsister orders, smacking my brother across the face.

It barely moves him. He's like a mountain onto himself with… whatever it is they've done to him.

He never looks away from me, and I refuse to look away from him.

‘Come on brother’, I will toward him, ‘It's me.’

With a lurch, he steps forward, reaching out. For a few beautiful seconds I think he's going to pick me up and run…

His hand slips around my throat.

“No!” I cry out, horrified.

“Mnnngg…”

“Brother,” I beg as he lifts me, “Brother please.”

“You,” he rumbles, caustic and hateful, “make. Weakling.”

I try calling his name, my nails scrabbling at his forearm as the hand that had patched my wounds a hundred times instead squeezes the life out of me.

I feel my neck break with a sickening crunch I can taste, and suddenly my world narrows down to what I can see, which grows dimmer, and what I can hear, which grows quieter.

I can feel nothing of my body besides the skin on my face, and even that is fading.

The world spins, and my cheek is pressed to the cold stone floor.

“Good,” the nightsister with the smokey voice croons. “Very good…”

“You will learn to draw your strength from your emotions...”

“Hate will feed you….”

“Never sympathize with the enemy…”

“Not even for a moment…”

“Yes. Sister.”

Hate…? Hate is difficult to feel. Maybe I'm inured to the average nightsister's casual cruelty, but what I'm feeling right now as I die… it's not hate.

It's grief.

Gods why… why did they make him…

… and then, suddenly, everything is pain.

I jerk, screaming. Howling. Incoherently and uncontrollably writhing.

My limbs are fire, my gut is lightning, every breath is sand and grit. I scream for so long and so hard that I lose sense of time and direction.

“I'm so sorry, oh winged goddess forgive me, I had to try. What did I do wrong? I was so careful…”

I scream.

And scream.

And scream.

“I shouldn't have… This spell… I shouldn't have…”

That's… that's… I know that voice.

I draw in a deep breath, and force myself to shut up. It hurts even more, and I barely manage it, but what else is there?

More screaming? Forever?

“Rrrr,” I try, but speaking is ridiculously difficult. “Rrre… reennnn…”

A gasp. Hands on my shoulders. Her pale face comes into view, framed by the red-orange sky.

“Feral?” she asks, thin brows turned up with fear and hope, “Please. Please tell me you're in there?”

In where? I try to ask but it comes out like gravel poured off a cliff.

Rather than try and talk when it just isn't working, I reach up to cup her wrinkled cheek. My hand shakes, covered in dirt, with too-long claws and streaks of ichor, but I manage it.

Gently, I stroke a thumb over her cheek. “Rr-rrennnnd.”

The nightsister’s lilac eyes fall closed, and she holds my hand to her face with one of her own. “It's okay… it's okay. I'll heal more of you, just… stay calm, alright? Don't think too hard.”

I can barely think in the first place, so that's doable.

Exhausted, and still in unholy amounts of pain, I relax as best I can. I don't… remember how I got hurt this bad, but I'm glad Rend was on hand or I'd probably be dead.

Where is… um. Where is…

There's someone else I'm looking for.

My thoughts drift like clouds, uncoordinated and ever shifting. Incohesive.

I feel like I'm lifted, energy raising me up, moving me. Night falls, and we pass into a village of some sort. My legs feel like I'm being passively electrocuted.

A nightbrother comes into view above me. Older, but handsome. He has kind eyes.

“What have you done, nightsister?” he asks, raw and quiet.

“He didn't deserve… I can't help- mn. But I could help him,” Rend replies, from somewhere near my head.

“Sister…” the man starts, fearful, “If one of the Nightmother's inner circle return to the village and see him here…”

“I know,” she says, swallowing, “believe me, I know. I'll… figure something out.”

“One of the other enclaves?” he asks.

“... no,” Rend replies slowly, “I don't think that will be enough.”

“Then what?” the man asks, laying a hand on my head, fingers threaded gently between the horns.

“... I'll come up with something.”

I fade out after that, weary to my bones from fighting the endless twitching in my limbs, bearing myself as steadily as I can, despite the cold fire in my fingers.

The next time I wake up, I'm… elsewhere.

I shiver, automatically clutching at the blankets piled on me. Footsteps echo on metal, low voices talking, too distant to hear.

A hand lands on my forehead, like they're checking my temperature.

I open my eyes, looking upward at the person. It's a nightsister. She smiles at me.

I know her… don't I know her?

“Where am I?” comes out of my throat more like ‘wheremm iiii?’ but it's better than before.

“We're on a starship, Feral. In orbit. Have you ever been up here before?”

Now that she says it, I can feel… I can feel that home is down. I hate it.

“I want to ggg-go home,” I tell her, cringing at the rust in my voice. “My t-throat hurts.”

The woman makes a horrible face for just a moment, then gathers me close. I'm… being hugged. It's nice.

“I'm sorry your throat hurts,” she croaks, “The magick that… fixed it… was born of our planet. Taking you away from that is… well I would prefer not to, but it's not safe for you anymore. I have to take you somewhere else.”

I can barely understand what she's saying. That was so many words in a row. A noise escapes me, unhappy and forlorn. I don't want to go somewhere else. I want to go back to… to…

“Nightsister,” I say, then pause to cough, “wwwhat is our planet called? My h-head is…”

The woman lays me back, such strength in her arms even though she's aged. With lines like that in her skin, she must be pushing several centuries.

“I know you,” I tell her, distressed. “But I- I-”

“Shhh,” the sister tells me, “your mind will heal, but it will take time. I'm Rend. We're from Dathomir. You're… the best assistant I've ever had, honestly.” She makes a sad little hiccup, trying to smile and failing. “Our medicinal stores have never been better, but apparently that doesn't matter to those- those- …nevermind. Just rest, alright?”

I want to say no, but I'm already slipping away again.

I'm Feral. Her name is Rend. Dathomir. Home is Dathomir.

I'm Feral.

She's Rend.

Home is Dathomir.

I repeat these to myself, desperately holding on to the only three thoughts in my head.

The flight to wherever we're going takes a while. I can't really keep track of the hours, nevermind the days, but it feels like it's been ages.

I relearn how to walk. How to drink. How to hold a stylus. How to put on clothes. It's horrible. I'm either confused, embarrassed, or both ninety percent of the time.

There's only one other person on the ship, the pilot. A very old nightbrother, older than I'd ever seen before. He doesn't talk much. Apparently they're old friends, with enough favors owed that neither keeps track anymore.

He's nice to me, but distant.

I'm more awake than asleep during the day by the time we come out of hyperspace near… wherever we've been heading to. While the ship lands, Rend helps me get dressed in new clothes.

“These are uh, k-kinda ugly,” I tell her, frustrated that I still can't stop stuttering.

She laughs, patting me on the cheek and straightening the vest like I'm a youngling. “I have to make you less pretty, you know. You’ll attract too much attention with that smile of yours, hm? Try to look grumpy and dull while we go through customs for me ”

I side eye her. “What's a customs?”

“It's a… security check, to make sure people visiting a place aren't bringing things that aren't supposed to be there,” Rend explains. “Coruscant is very strict about such things.”

“We're going to… kor-sant… then?” I ask. Never heard of it, honestly.

She steps back, looking at me sadly. “There's going to be a lot of new things to get used to here, but I've a friend who's going to help you get settled.”

I shift uncomfortably. “... not you?”

The nightsister shakes her head, making the little bells of her shawl tinkle and chime. “The Nightmother will look for me eventually. Nothing slips by her. If I stayed, it would leave a trail right back to you.”

“... and that's… bad?” I ask, still not understanding.

Rend’s expression twists in anger for a split second, but she hides it by looking away. I can still feel it though.

“Nevermind all that, Feral. There's a new life waiting for you here. Focus on the future, okay?”

“... alright.”

Everything goes really fast after that. The ship lands and the airlock spills us out in a busy place that the pilot calls a ‘spaceport’. Rend holds my hand, leading me through ‘customs’ and the dense crowds, showing papers to different people, and exchanging little metal bars for passage.

We go from spaceport to tram, from tram to elevator, and from there we walk.

In a matter of hours we've gone from the quiet little cabin where I relearned how to lace my boots, through a maelstrom of places unlike anything I'd ever seen outside of holos, to a quiet little living room with a tall, strange woman.

“Feral, this is Hexa, she's a pau’an, and an old acquaintance of mine,” Rend tells me, “You're going to stay with her while you get back on your feet.”

I'm on my feet right now, but the joke seems like low hanging fruit. “Hello Hexa… thank you for your help.”

She smiles with a mouth full of needle teeth, the lines along her pale skin bending with the muscles beneath. “Oh I'm glad to have you, really. I've been thinking about hiring help to run the shop, even held a few interviews… but I haven't found the right person. Rend says you're a deft hand with herbs and spices?”

“Ahh, yes ni-” I cut off, unsure what to call a female from another species. She's not a nightsister… is she? “... Hexa. I um… I like plants.”

The pau’an raises a lined brow at Rend, who snorts. “You'll need to teach him all the names you use, and the proportions you want, but Feral was the best herbalist’s assistant I've had in ages. He has a talent for it.”

I really don't know what's going on. It sounds like the nightsister has found a place for me to live, and a job for me to do, but… anxiety turns over in my gut. She's going to leave.

I don't want her to leave.

“Well alright,” Hexa says thoughtfully. “We can surely try. If you're not suited, I know a tailor looking for a bit of help too.”

“I can sew,” I offer, “but working with plants sounds better.”

The tall woman nods, resettling her feathered jacket she gestures me forward with one long nail. “Come on then m’dear. I'll show you the shop, the undercroft, and the little studio basement I've got set up for you.”

I turn to Rend as Hexa walks away, heading down a set of stairs to the level below. The nightsister smiles at me, nodding toward the staircase. I bow my head, accepting the order. What else can I do?

As it turns out, the shop downstairs is a cafe, featuring a galactic variety of beverages and lighter fare for sale. As Rend had hoped, my half remembered talents with dathomirian herbs did translate to making the various brews, though not as much to the baking.

Rend leaves the next morning, but promises to visit, and I settle into the studio beneath the cafe as best I can. I own nothing but the contents of a duffle bag.

This is how I come to work at the Twin Moons Cafe.

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RP interaction guide:

Feral doesn't know anyone except Rend and Hexa. If you're a person from his past, you'll have to help him remember you. He is especially excited to see other dathomirians.

OCs, yourself, other RP blogs, and multiple-versions of the same canon characters are WELCOME. Feral will have individual friendships/rivalries/fights with each person without mentioning the other instances. He may have multiple adventures, romances, and even brothers at the same time. Every RPer gets a fresh instance of Feral, right off the ship and new to the city, unless requested otherwise or a group tag chain is started.

[ ] indicates narration, "" is dialogue. You can format your own posts anyway you like though.

//Indicates a file, images, holo, vid, or holonet link on a text communication.

Explicit or highly emotional engagements may be moved to DM.

Minors DNI. Adults RPing minors are welcome for wholesome interaction.

There are no timeline constraints. You can be from kotor era, the rebellion era, or any other time, just establish this with him and he'll follow your lead.

Don't speak for, react for, think for, or otherwise drive other characters. Only your own.

Describe what you look like when you walk in, especially your clothes, vibes, and species. Feel free to be excessive, since your first tag will be the header for the rest of the reblog chain, and will make an easy reference point for your appearance, abilities, attitude, etc. Time of day is also helpful, but the cafe is always open.

(( )) indicates out of character communication. Tags are also generally ooc.

If you're wondering 'does this guy want to even talk to me?' the answer is YES. Even if you just stop in one time for a cup of caf, Feral wants to talk to you.

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[loudsnapdragon]

thank you to @dreamwatch for tagging me a in a little WIP Wednesday!🧡

some angsty Eddie pov, from a possible b-side to my Juno fic here.

His mama always sends him a handknitted toboggan for his birthday, or close abouts. It was November by the time it arrived this year, only two months late, wrapped up in brown paper and twine. Wayne called it handsome when Eddie pulled it over his head, the blue wool a little harsh against his dark hair but still charming in its way. He remembers her always being nimble with her fingers, whether it was knitting needles or the fine papers of rollie or the strings of that little old guitar painted silly colors.

It was a pretty thing, that guitar. A Rickenbacker acoustic with pink and blue daisies around the pick guard. It got her into a lot of trouble, that guitar.

There’s this old boozer off Main St. It’s where the plant workers go; Wayne and his buddies. Eddie only set foot inside once, twelve years old and fucking terrified cos’ he’d lost his keys, and the frozen trailer door wasn’t budging like it usually did when he shimmied the handle. Dragging his feet through the snow and biting his lip blue. Expecting the complete stranger he’d only recently been informed was his uncle, and the only living relative fit to care for him, to slap him backwards for losing the keys to the trailer Eddie’d no doubt already tarnished with his mere presence.

He remembers the shock of warmth when he walked out the cold of his first Hawkins’ winter and into the red carpeted bar. The way the glowing neons behind the counter were blocked out by the bartender towering over him, asking if he knew where he was. Eddie wasn’t one for biting his tongue, never has been, but he didn’t answer. Too distracted by the guitarist in the corner, twanging strings waving under his fat fingers. Odd music, not quite like home. Wherever that was. But it got the liquored up oldies at the bar waving their beers, cheerily mumbling along to the too-fast words.

Wayne spotted him soon enough. And cos’ he’s an old sweetheart, he barely bat an eyelid at his night ending early. Walked Eddie home and showed him the spare hidden in a knot in the punk wood under the doormat. Eddie sat up on the kitchen counter, cos’ he was small enough to do that back then, chewing on a fresh grilled cheese as Wayne pottered around the stove, making himself a black coffee to sober up before bed. With a decisive swing of his feet against the cabinets, Eddie decided the curiosity beat out the constant low-lying fear that he was impeding on Wayne’s everything, and asked after the music. It sounded like mama’s songs, he said. Back when she still played.

And Wayne sighed like a tire wheezing out the last of its air, the car crashing into the side of the highway. Made Eddie freeze his short legs, hanging perpendicular off the counter.

'Sorry,' he said.

'It’s alright,' Wayne said, putting down his coffee and helping Eddie jump down. ;Get to bed, and I’ll tell ya.'

He’d never had his own bed before. Always slept in his mama’s bed back in Virginia, and then, when he was with Teddy, it was the loveseat under the apartment window. Never any curtains, so the streetlights would bother him all night, morning sun waking him up early enough so he could dust down the living room, make Teddy a coffee, and then go about pretending he didn't exist. As was best to do when he was staying there.

But Wayne gave up the bedroom when Eddie moved in, telling Eddie to make it his own. He hasn’t got much décor to show for it; a snapshot of his mama above the bedside lamp; some rocks he’d found in the creek back home; the leather jacket Teddy had given him as way of an apology, too big for a child and falling apart at the seams.

Wayne pulled up the rickety chair to sit by the bed, like he’d be telling Eddie a fairy tale. But Wayne’s never been that fanciful, who’s got time for that, so it was a real story. More truth than Eddie had ever heard before.

A very pretty lady came rolling down the mountains to stay with her auntie and get her high school diploma. Hawkins’ High didn’t know how to comprehend her, this skinny girl with straw hair and strange words and a face that got Ted Wheeler nearly giving it all up just to take her to Prom. But Ted didn’t win her hand, cos’ the pretty lady had her eyes set on a life beyond the better-to-do suburbs. She wanted to travel to the real city, see the big wide world and where she fit into it. Poor as pieces she was, made ends meet with a job cleaning at the luxury motel off the highway, and on occasion singing a tune around town. Wayne always wondered after her, how safe she was playing her silly guitar in those smoky bars. He was ought to be graduating the same year as her, couldn’t deny he’d blush when she smiled so earnest in the hallways, like she’d never learnt the high-mindedness that Karen Childress got her kicks from. But where Wayne kept his distance, his big brother crept forwards.

Edward Munson has four years over Wayne, four years more than Eliza too.

When he’s older, Eddie will hear the odd story about Teddy around town. How he was a charmer, a crook, a cheat, but more often than not, how he was the handsomest man his dear mama ever saw. He found her playing guitar in that old boozer, watched her intently as he sipped on a whiskey he didn’t pay for, tipped her mighty with cash he won fair and square in a pool game against Lonnie Byers, or so he claimed. Teddy told that girl she had a voice made for the West, how her yellow hair would light up like golden sand under the sun.

Three months later and she was expecting, one month more and they were married, and she’d dropped out of high school. Another month after, and Teddy ran off solo to the coast, leaving Eliza on the Munson’s family’s doorstep, begging her mother-in-law to lend a helping hand. Wayne put in a good word for he, he swore he did. Told his mom that Eliza was a good girl who been screwed over by the slimiest Munson there was. But his mom had a soft spot for her eldest, and the besotted kindness didn’t extend to the witch who’d stolen him away.

So, Eliza went hitchhiking back to Virginia, her aunt having lost her wits and screeching that there was no hope for her left in Hawkins, and Edward Munson Jr. was born by a woodstove on the brick floor of his nana’s house in the mountains.

#wip wednesday #stranger things #eddie munson #wip #wayne munson #i never know who to tag in these things! #but thank you! #trying to do appalachian eddie and hoping it's not too cringy

[forty40love]

my soul yearns to be perceived as the pixels on a screen

soft and fuzzy and mysterious... dangerous and competent and protected... inverse legs... tail with a tail collar... sword with a leather carrying strap...

why can i not shape my spirit into this? why can i never be seen this way?

gambison and all

im this thing. right now

i hunt for small game, i practiced throwing my knife when i was young. i travel a lot, from town to town. it's hard work. the plate is heavy, the swords hit my legs and make them itch.

but when i get somewhere? i know im being seen for who i am. i pick up simple jobs, i move on. more time in the woods. a wash in the creek. a halfhearted treehouse made of the twigs i could collect over my two week stay at this beautiful grove

shiny apples, polished on layered burlap and a heavy felt cloak. it gets dirty a lot, but i treat it nice whenever i go into a town

i tend to avoid the cities. king's guards get antsy when someone's around who has half a chance to hurt them, and i never much cared for the man anyway

i sleep, staring up at beautiful stars. sometimes i bring people out with me, camping almost, then send them back home with more than enough food to get back safe

but always always, it's this slow comfortable cycle for me. i live comfortably, as i go. lotta folk wouldn't get that. they have their farms, their butcheries. old chairs, marks they can identify as their mother's, and their mother's mother's.

the adventuring, the helping people. seeing giant scorpions in basements and dragons in far off mountains. it's what makes me happy to be who i am. i don't need to sketch em, i don't need to write down my behavioral observations.

that's me rn. that's my gender

there are so many more words and nuances but i cant

i cant fit em all

god gender is a beautiful thing

where's my party at? hmm? heheh 🤍

#my poetry #two in one night? that's crazy

[feylixs-stuff]

CREEK WEEK 2023 PROMPT NO.1: 'SWAPPED PLACES'

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Note: I do not own Craig of the Creek or its characters; this is a fanwork of the characters. Please do not accept this story as Canon, nor think it is correlated to the actual show in any way (because it is not). With that in mind, please enjoy the story, and if you'd like, reblogs are always accepted :)) just please do not claim this fanwork as your own and please do not regenerate this work into AI. Thank you :))

Rating: E for Everyone :3

"The Winter Wall" (Story Below Cut)

"Mom, what's for breakfast today?" Craig chirped, sliding down the stairs and climbing into his usual seat at the kitchen table.

"Mornin' baby, I'm making pancakes and eggs this morning. What are your plans today, little man?" said Craig's mother, with a bright smile across her face as she flipped the doughy, flat pancake in the pan.

"Hm, me, Kelsey, and Marie are all going to the creek like usual. We're gonna meet up with the horse crew and try and find this cool new area," Craig excitedly moved in his chair, reaching into his bag to retrieve his trusty map. He then opened it to point to a yellowed field of grass? wheat? Nobody knew, but it was a yellow field of something.

"JP, one of the horse boys, gave us the tip when he was grazing the grass near our Stump the other day. He's pretty cool, though." Craig turned back around as his mother placed the plate stacked with eggs and two pancakes alongside a glass of apple juice in front of him.

"That's nice baby, make sure you wear your coat and mitts today. It's starting to get chillier and chillier this time of year. I don't need you catching a cold, Craig." His mother warned playfully, handing Craig his pinkish red sweater and mitts.

As Craig began to shovel his food down like it was his last meal ever, he grabbed the coat and mitts and, begrudgingly, placed them upon his person. He shot a slightly annoyed look at Jessica, his little sister, for laughing snidely as Craig was forced to wear his outside battle gear. He then rushed to the door before he was halted by his eldest brother, Bernard, and forced to put on his heavy-duty snow shoes instead of his usual play ones.

A deep sigh fell from Craig's mouth. All these rules, all these regulations, man; wasn't America supposed to be for the free? He wondered as he placed each boot on each foot, lacing the ties like so.

After having Bernard check his work, he felt pleased with himself for having the 100% okay to finally play outside. Opening the door, he was greeted by Kelsey and Marie, who were excited to have a fun, new day of play.

Unfolding his map as they walked into the creek, small droplets of snow began to drift slowly, drift, drift, and drift to the ground. Kelsey giggled playfully, commenting that the winter faeries had granted them the pleasure of a good adventure ahead of them; Marie simply sighed as if not wanting to be there and wishing to do something else. Though, this was usual for her. She could never find a place where she felt as though she belonged. Except maybe once with cow kid.

"So, according to JP the Stallion, there should be a slightly overgrown path that we can slip through if we're careful that leads to the Everyellow." Craig says enthusiastically, searching around him for signs of any sort of entrance, even sending Kelsey and Marie on their own to find one. However, the snow continues to fall silently to the ground; their hopes of finding a path in the current climate thwarted.

"Craig, I think we should go back to the stump, it's getting pretty thick out here and most of this area is uncharted," Marie shivered through chattering teeth, the cold getting to her through her hoodie…"We could seriously get hurt."

Craig paid no mind to his friends' cries, only focusing on the sole task at hand: finding that entrance! As Craig looked around him and the snow began to fall faster and harder, Kelsey and Marie became mere fragments in Craig's eyes as the snow created a strong, white wall between them. Their muffled voices sounded defeated, even afraid, at the sudden onslaught of the storm. The turning autumn leaves began to hurl themselves around Craig, as he imagined himself to be in an episode of that show his parents watch, Game of Thrones, or whatever.

He imagined a towering wall made of ice and snow…he imagined the leaves to be fairies and sprites hurling around him. As he squinted his eyes to the southeast, he could make out…but just barely, the shape of a rough, tracked through passageway covered in bramble. As the wind moved some of the lighter snow, it must have made the passageway more visible!

Craig began to have a calmer mind, passing through the bramble; and the storm slowly began to let up. The snow began to cease falling, but the cold lingered in the air; Craig's breathe the only source of heat in any of this unforgiving creek. As he struggled near the end of the passageway, he hurled himself forward and broke the light, dying vines that covered it; landing himself in a scene of beautiful, golden rows of a wheat-like plant.

As Craig glanced around, he noticed that the sun was now out, and some of the snow had begun to melt. 

"Craig!" He heard a familiar voice cry out; "Craig!!" He heard another.

Turning around, he sees both Kelsey and Marie waving their hands and running towards them.

"The sun came out; and as some of the snow melted, we noticed that we found a you-sized patch in some vines and bramble and followed it here. Dude, this is amazing!" Marie excitedly ran around in the wheat.

"This…is not what I expected, but it sure is beautiful." Kelsey mentioned, motioning her hands in front of her to really catch in the scene's beauty.

In the distance, the shallow galloping of hooves and human produced neighing can be heard. Had JP been watching over them this whole time? Craig wondered this but shook it off. He decided to take in this moment in his heart drive forever. 

"This was the best day ever, Craig!" Marie's voice rang in his head over and over; words neither of them-Kelsey nor Craig-thought they would ever hear.

#craig of the creek #creekweek2023 #creekweek23 #cotc prompts #fanfiction #cotc fanfiction #cotcweek2023

[starlight-starfury]

Side by Side

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow

Characters: (F!Elf!MC) Raine & Kade

Rating: General

Warnings: None that I can think of?

Length: 2k words

Summary: Raine looks back at her childhood with her brother while vowing to free him from the Realm of Shadow

Characters and lore belong to Pixelberry Studios.

@choicesficwriterscreations

A/N: Here’s something silly/sweet as a break from all the angst :))

(Image from Pinterest)

“Raine?” Kade stumbled over a tree root as he ran further into the forest. He had seen her running off towards the woods, but his sister was faster than him and he couldn’t tell where she had gone.

He heard a quiet sniffle and followed the sound until he found her curled up by the creek, pale arms wrapped around her knees.

“Go away.” She said, not lifting her head.

“It’s just me.” Kade sat by her side and she glanced up, wiping her eyes. “Were the village kids teasing you again?”

She nodded slowly. “They were making fun of my ears.”

Her brother frowned as she moved to cover them with her hands, though it didn’t do much good. “Don’t look at them.” She glared, still sniffling.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking away for a moment as he kicked his feet into the cold water. “But I like your ears, Raine. I think they’re cool, and I bet you can hear everything!”

Raine smiled a little at that, the tears beginning to dry on her pink cheeks. “I can hear you sneak downstairs in the night to slip treats from the baker’s pantry.” She said a little smugly.

“Hey!” Kade laughed and she giggled, finally moving her hands away from her ears.

She gave him a wide-eyed stare. “You should probably lay off the jam tarts for a while, by the way. He thinks he has rodents.”

“Fine,” he groaned, sending a wave of water upward as he kicked his feet again. Raine squealed as it splashed her and she turned towards him, a playful glare in her eyes. “I’m gonna get you for that!”

“It was an accident!” He gasped but she had already retaliated, soaking his vest and laughing loudly.

“Oof!” Kade shivered at the cold sensation, but he was too set on getting payback to care. The siblings continued to splash at each other until they were both thoroughly drenched and breathless with laughter before making their slow way back to the village.

For days after the incident by the creek Kade couldn’t stop thinking about how the village kids had teased Raine. He knew his sister put on a brave face and insisted she was fine but he knew that their comments had hurt her feelings.

As the only elf in Riverbend, Kade knew she sometimes felt like an outsider because she was different, but she was strong and funny and kind and he looked up to her more than anyone else in the whole world. He wanted to find a way to cheer her up somehow, so in the morning he decided to set off to the village bookstore.

The bell on the door chimed as Kade pushed his way inside. He and the bookkeeper were old friends, and he was always welcome to spend hours reading on the special leather chair tucked far in the back corner of the cozy shop.

“Ah, if it isn’t Kade.” The bookkeeper smiled down at him, the lines around his eyes crinkling upward with delight. “What can I help you with today, my young friend?”

“Actually, I’m here for my sister.” Kade propped his elbows up on the worn, timber bench draped with a deep red velvet cloth. “Do you have any books about elves?”

The bookkeeper’s warm expression faded temporarily as he stood deep in thought. “I’m afraid tomes on elven culture are hard to come by these days, they are a very private lot and prefer to keep to themselves, but I...” his eyes lit up once more as he gave Kade a mischievous grin. “I believe I have just the thing.”

He retreated to the storage cupboard and Kade perched himself on one of the wooden stools, legs dangling as he waited.

“Aha!” He heard a delighted cry and the bookkeeper emerged, his tunic thinly coated in dust. He winked as he slid a thin book across the bench, the edges were lined thinly with gold-leaf, though the intricate patterns were slightly faded and peeling. Kade took a moment to inspect its contents before a large smile spread across his face.

“She’ll love it!” He declared and reached for a thin cloth pouch of silver coins from his trouser pocket. It wasn’t much, just a few earnings he had made from playing his lute in the town square. “This is all I have. I hope it’s enough.”

The bookkeeper shook his head and handed the pouch back. “Consider this my treat. That old book’s been sitting there for years waiting for a proper owner. Just tell dear Raine to look after it well.”

“Really?” Kade beamed and the old man smiled. “Let me wrap this up for you.”

Kade tucked the wrapped book under his arm, feeling giddy with excitement as he raced off down the cobblestone streets. He couldn’t wait to gift it to Raine.

He found her skimming rocks by the river, giving one particular throw that jumped across the water’s surface five times before sinking with a splash.

“Oh, hey Kade!” She said cheerily, lilac eyes bright as she turned to face him. “Did you see that throw? I think that was my furthest ever!” She took notice of the package under his arm. “Watcha got there?”

“It’s for you!” He said, shoving it into her arms.

“Me?” She blinked. “But it isn’t holiday season yet.”

“Just open it!” Kade laughed and she shrugged, pulling away the crisp parchment paper to reveal the small book.

“Oh!” She breathed. The cover was a pale green, and she traced a finger over the golden patterns engraved in the corners, entranced by the way they gleamed under the sunlight. In other parts the sheen had dulled with age, and now contrasted against the green fabric like light and shade filtering through the leaves of a tree and onto the forest floor.

Kade laughed at her fascination. “Look inside!” He urged and she did, gasping at what she found within.

The pages were filled with beautiful, vividly coloured illustrations of elves in sweeping gowns twirling across an elegant ballroom.

She squealed with delight, hugging the book close to her chest. “They look like me!” Her blonde hair bounced over her shoulders as she jumped up and down. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She tackled him with a fierce hug and they landed on the grassy riverbank.

“Careful!” He wheezed. “The bookkeeper said to look after it.”

“I will.” She declared and placed the book gently in her lap. “I’ll treasure it forever and ever and ever.”

A couple of years passed by but still they remained the same rambunctious children. Late one afternoon they were following the trail back to town from the woods, exhausted after a long day of scavenging, when the siblings caught sight of a freshly baked pie sitting on the windowsill to one of the cottages backing onto the forest.

It was practically begging to be eaten, with its perfectly golden crust and sweet aroma that had begun to waft through the trees.

Raine grabbed her brother by the sleeve, dragging him down as she knelt behind a large bush.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Just snatch it and run!” She whispered. “No one will even notice.”

Kade shrugged and slipped alongside the cottage walls, crouching underneath the windowsill. He hoped it was an apple pie, those were his and Raine’s favourite. Reaching up a scrawny hand, he quickly grabbed the pie from the bench and was about to hurry back to the bushes when a horrible squawk sounded from behind him.

He glanced back towards his sister, who was frantically waving her arms around.

“Get back over here!” She whisper-shouted.

But it was too late.

Kade turned to see a vicious white bird charging along the grass towards him, its wings flapping wildly. Pie still in hand, he sprinted over to Raine and the two of them darted through the trees, with the goose remaining hot on their heels. Kade could feel time slow down around him as his foot caught on a tree root and he tumbled to the ground, his nose burying itself deep in the pie dish.

“Kade!” Raine turned and pulled him back to his feet, his face smeared with a strange smelling goo that was distinctly not apple.

He spat a mouthful of pie to the ground. “It’s got eels in it!”

“What?” Raine peered inside the dish and saw that he was right. Instead of warm apple sauce, beneath the crumbling pastry was a slimy-looking grey filling. “Gross! Who puts those in a pie?��

He didn’t get to answer her as they heard another vicious honk and the goose emerged from the bushes, beady eyes staring into their souls.

“Quick!” Raine grabbed a fistful of pie. “Throw it at the goose!”

“Will that work?”

“It should!”

Kade buried his hand deep in the dish and the two flung large chunks of pie at the bird until it gave a final hiss and flapped away into the undergrowth.

Still panting, they leant against a thick tree as they tried to catch their breath.

“I thought we were goners!” Kade sighed with relief, wiping the goop from his cheek.

Raine giggled. “You should’ve seen your face when the goose starting chasing after you!”

He elbowed her gently in the ribs but laughed, and they slowly made their way back to town.

A few years later, one summer night, they were lying on the riverbank staring up at the stars. The smell of woodsmoke filled the air, thick and heavy, mixing with the sweet scent of pine from the nearby forest.

“Remember Spooky?” Kade asked and Raine laughed, moving her hand to trail the familiar constellation across the sky.

“I could never forget Spooky the Silly Specter.” She said affectionately. “You created him to protect me from the ghost in my closet.”

“And he was a great protector!” Kade said. “How do you scare away one ghost? By creating a larger, sillier ghost.”

Raine rolled her eyes but laughed all the same. “I think I was too busy trying to find Spooky in the stars to care anymore.”

“Then he served his purpose well.” They grinned at each other before Kade turned his attention back to the constellations.

He pointed to the two brightest stars in the night sky. “That’s you and me, always side by side.”

“The brighter one is you.”

“Oh, because I’m so dazzling?”

“Because of your humongous head.” She teased and he laughed, before his voice quietened.

“Whatever might happen in the future, we can look to our stars and know that we’ll always be together, no matter what.”

Raine frowned. “I don’t want things to change.”

“They won’t.” Kade reassured her. “And if they do, we’ll have each other.”

“Promise?”

“I swear on the stars.”

Raine stood alone by the railings on the Sun Maiden, a fresh night wind carrying the salty ocean air into the sky. She gazed out at the sea, waves shifting beneath the stars.

Her whole life all she had wanted was an adventure, to see the world beyond Riverbend, but she had always imagined her brother would be by her side.

Instead he was trapped in the Realm of Shadow, and she didn’t even know if he was okay.

“This is all my fault,” she muttered to herself. “I was the one who got us in over our heads, and all because I thought I could be a hero.” She laughed bitterly and sighed, staring out across the water. “Look where that got us.”

She closed her eyes and pictured Kade, trapped in the Onyx Shard, his mouth wide open in a silent and echoless scream. “You always were looking out for me, Kade.” Her voice wavered. “If only I could’ve been there for you as well.”

No.

She could still get him back. She would get him back. He was the only family she had left, and gods be damned if she was going to lose him too.

Raine held the clothed Shard in hand, and it pulsed coldly beneath her grasp, humming with a dark, dangerous energy.

She lifted her gaze to the night sky, searching for the two brightest stars. Their stars. Her and Kade, always side by side. She wouldn’t rest until they were together once again.

“I’ll get you back.” Her voice filled with newfound determination. “I promise.”

#blades of light and shadow #choices bolas #choices stories you play #bolas #kade #kade of riverbend #cfwc fics of the week #choices fanfic #choices fic writers creations

[sebastianstansqueen]

He Rescues Her Right Back 3

A/N: I know it's late I'm sorry, I started seeing someone and we've been hanging out a lot and yeah, and as always Feedback is always appreciated if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,536

Warnings: Fluff, angst, and I think that's it? I missed any thing tell me pleas!

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You had an uninterrupted sleep, which was odd, you usually got phone calls as soon as the sun rose in the sky, you rolled on your side to pick up your phone but it wasn’t there, your brows furrowed, you got up walking into the living room you heard a ping, you walked into the kitchen where the noise came from, you found Bucky making pancakes, he was shirtless. “What are you doing?” You asked, then he jumped. 

He looked at you with an arched brow. “Making pancakes.” 

“Do you know where my phone is?” You asked. 

He nodded holding it up. “Jesus you get a lot of notifications, don’t worry I didn’t look at anything.”

“You took my phone?” You asked with slight anger.

He nodded. “Yeah, you need to sleep, not get up with the first phone call, here, I'm sorry, I just thought you could use a full night like you’ve given me.” 

“Thank you for caring but I’m used to it.” You shrugged, you looked through the text and the calls you called people back and apologized and none of them were mad, they were understanding about it, which was not what you expected. 

The majority of breakfast was spent with you on the phone, as you quickly chewed on pancakes, after that you got ready for the day. “Remember that we have a special dinner tonight.” You remind him. 

“I never forget.” He tells you as you walk away.

You pulled out a white turtleneck, short black skirt along with black thigh high boots, you softly curled your hair along with doing a soft makeup look.  You walked out to find Bucky in the same clothes he wore yesterday. “I only bought this and a suit.” 

“Money well spent, the shirt looks great on you though I’d suggest you wear your other pants today instead, you know, to switch it up a bit.” You smiled softly. 

After Bucky changed his pants you, and he headed down to the lobby. “So where are we going first?” Bucky asked with a smile. 

“I’ve got an idea.” You told him before you and he headed to the store you had in mind, you headed into the large and expensive store, you told one of the store clerks to help Bucky find some clothes that would fit. You took phone calls with business partners, while he looked around. 

That night the two of you got ready, wearing a strapless dress, with white pearl shoes, you walked out into the living room with a clunch in your hand, along with finding Bucky wearing an all black tuxedo that accentuated his muscles, you admired the way he looked mildly staring at him, very starting at him. He turned to look at you. “Did I do well for the occasion?” He asked.

“Yeah v-very well.” You said, he smirked. 

The two of you left the hotel, to get to the very fancy restaurant, Bucky helped you get out of the car, when the two of you walked in you introduced Bucky. “Mr. Stark.” You smiled. 

“Mis. Y/l/n, this is my son, Tony, and his wife Pepper.” He introudsed. 

You shook hands with the other man who was a bit older than you and Bucky. “This is my dear friend James.” You introduced them to him.

“Hi, um I think I met your wife, Maria?” Bucky inquired. 

“How so?” Howard asked as the four of  you sat down, at the round table, Bucky pulling out the chair for you. 

“Um though the hotel manager, at Double Creek, he helped it so I could find a good place to get this suit.” Bucky chose what to say carefully, when the first course came he looked at the many forks and spoons with wide eyes not knowing what to use, you nudged his foot under the table, when he looked over, you picked up the spoon on the outer edge, so he did the same. 

The dinner went by smoothly, Bucky was happy that he didn’t ‘mess up’, to which you replied. “You couldn’t mess up, no one would have cared anyways.” You smiled. 

Once back at the hotel, you got into pajamas, Bucky had gone into the kitchen, as soon as the elevator opened, you walked in. “Why are you making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?” You asked as you smirked softly. 

“Because all of that food was fucking small.” He laughed. “You want me to make you one?”

“Shure.” You smiled. 

The two of you sat on the couch watching a movie when Bucky looked at you. “Y/n, do you have any siblings?” He asked. 

“I did, I had an older brother.” You sighed. “But he died when I was three in a car accident, do you have any siblings?”

Bucky nodded. “Yeah I have a younger sister, Rebecca, she’s hilarious.”  

Bucky rubbed a soft circle on your ankle. “Are you having a good time so far this week?” You asked. 

“It’s the best week I’ve had in a while.”  He sighed, Bucky pulled you closer by the ankle, he slowly kissed you softly biting your lip, he caged you between him and the couch. “I’m sorry to hear about your brother.”  

“I’m gonna go get a drink.” You rolled out from under him, making your way to the elevator, Bucky huffed. 

Bucky finished the movie he was watching and noticed it was half past twelve, and you still were yet to return, so he called the front desk. 

He was led down to the bar and found you playing the piano softly and almost sadly, the small crowd of people applauded, and you thanked them. “I didn’t know you played.” Bucky said behind you. 

You jumped, making the piano keys play in an unpleasant sound. “I usually only play for people I don’t know.” You sighed, you turned to the small crowd. “Excuse us please.” They left. Bucky lifted you on top of the piano, he slowly kissed your neck, slowly licked at the slit in between your thighs. 

The next morning you got dressed, and headed out for a meeting, at the end you started stacking cups up onto each one. “You're distracted this week Y/n. I don't like it.” She shook her head.

“I’m sorry but don’t you think some of these business trips are useless?” You asked with irritation. 

“Useless, you love working.” Val huffed. 

“But do I? I’m Twenty-seven and I have barely any knowledge of love, don’t you love Carol?” You ranted. 

“I’m going to find what has distracted you.” She warned. 

Later you took Bucky to another party of Vals, you were wearing a white dress with a gold band belt around your waist with your hair pulled to the side draped over your shoulder, and you watched as Bucky was talking with some men, and then a woman. “He seems to be warming up.” Val said. 

You smiled. “Yeah.”

“I mean he seemed pretty ecstatic when Pepper came up to talk.” Val pointed at the woman with strawberry blond hair, who wore a light purple dress and was also very tall. 

“We met her the other night, and they were getting along.” You shrugged, you felt the smallest tinge of jealousy grow in your stomach. 

“Where did you even meet him?” Val asked you. 

You sighed. “In Brooklyn.”

“But how and why?” Val picked, taking a sip of the drink in her glass. 

You smirked. “He worked in Brooklyn, I picked him up in your car, he's a hooker/cam boy.” You walked away, and cursed to yourself.

Val made her way over to Bucky. “So Y/n told me you met in Brooklyn, on the side of the road, maybe we could uh.” She smirked.

“Aren’t you married?” Bucky scoffed at her. 

Val shrugged. “We like our fun. Maybe when Y/n goes back to California, you can come over.”

Bucky huffed before walking away making his way out to the curb and called and got an uber to pick him up.

You went looking for Bucky but couldn't find him. “Hey, Val, have you seen where Bucky went?”

She turned to look at you. “Uh yeah he left earlier.” 

You ran outside and got into the limo that brought you here, and had the driver take you back to the hotel, you rode up to the room, lucky finding Bucky. “What's going on, why did you leave?” You asked, seeing all of the clothes and his old clothes in his arms. 

“It’s nothing.” He shrugged. 

You shook your head. “Don’t just give me a nothing.”

“Fine your an asshole.” He said roughly. “Just give me my money and I’ll go.”  You pulled out your wallet and pulled out all the money even though he hadn’t stayed the full week. 

He walked past you and you saw that he had left the money on the bed, you followed him out. “Bucky look I’m sorry, I-I got jellose, Pepper is Pepper and I am me, I know I’m a bitch, but please don’t go.”

He sighed and looked at you. “Y/n, that really hurt me.” 

“I know I was wrong to do that.” You sighed. 

#bucky x reader angst #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #camboy!bucky x ceo!reader #ceo!bucky barnes #ceo!bucky #ceo au #ceo!bucky x reader #pretty woman #valkyrie #valkirye x carol #pepper potts #tony stark #howard stark

[ofpd]

bury me at makeout creek!!!! THE mitski album in my opinion

@jewfrogs asked: bury me at makeout creek!!

@material-jew asked: the lyric ask game where you asked for mitski: favorite lyrics off of makeout creek?

so true you guys makeout creek the album of all time !! also im refusing to look up the lyrics to these songs for this game

texas reznikoff: i've been anywhere / and it's not what i want / i wanna be still with you

townie: the boys, boys, boys, keep coming on for more, more, more / and change, change, change is gonna come but when, when, when (ok this is partially bc it's one of my favorite parts of my townie frog show edit)

first love/late spring: i was so young when i behaved 25 / yet now i find i've grown into a tall child

francis forever: on sunny days i go out walking / i end up on a tree-lined street / i look up at the gaps of sunlight / i miss you more than anything

i don't smoke: just don't leave me alone wondering where you are / i am stronger than you give me credit for / if your hands need to break more than trinkets in your room / you can lean on my arm as you break my heart

jobless monday: oh i miss when we first met / he didn't know me yet

drunk walk home: you know i wore this dress for you / these killer heels for you

i will: everything you feel is good / if you would only let you

carry me out: at night on the rooftop i untie my hair / and watch from my plastic chair as my dark hair unleashes

last words of a shooting star: i always wanted to die clean and pretty / but i'd be too busy on working days / so i am relieved that the turbulence wasn't forecasted / i couldn't have changed anyway

send me a (mitski) album & I'll pick my favorite lyrics from every song

#asks #vee tag #gabriel tag #< woag new tag. we've been mutuals for a bit but never interacted :0 #mitski #fiona tag

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The Two Tigers

18+ ☆ Minors Seriously do not interact

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Pairing: Chevalier Michel x fem!reader x Gilbert Von Obsidian

Colour: naughty and a bit rough

Warnings: Threesome, double penetration, language, overstimulation, cum eating, slight degradation, praising, oral (fem and male receiving), anal and vaginal sex, unprotective sex

Words: 4168

Summary: Your lover, Chevalier, meets with Gilbert per his request to discuss the dealings between the two nations. Gilbert asks only for one thing in echange for peace, one that is surprising to you both. Chevalier is not the kind of man to give away what he wants, but after some persuasion he might be willing to share

Author's note: why did i even write this....i mean i couldn't not write this....but i'm red....but come on this was always meant to be. I don't own any of the characters, cybird does and I bet they're cursing me right now

"I was not ever going to soothe for peace", Gilbert stood from his chair, his red eye gleaming as it fell onto you, "That is until I glanced at something more valuable than glory"

Chevalier followed Gilbert's gaze. You glanced at him and you knew he understood. The Obsidianite Prince walked around the table until he settled behind you. You saw Chevalier grip his sword as Gilbert rested his hands on either side of your chair's back. Those hands could catch you no matter which way you ran. And you knew very well that if they did, there was a great chance they'd be cut short.

"So here is the choice", Gilbert continued, "Either you give me Belle now and we'll never bother you again, or I continue my invasion, inevitably crush your small pathetic army and take her with me anyway"

Chevalier scoffed at his words. "You have a fool's confidence if you think we'll be defeated that easily", he said, "and besides, she is not mine to give"

"I can understand why she would choose you over the other princes", Gilbert spoke again, "but the fact remains, you're still simply the least bad choice."

He leaned further over the back of your chair so that he towered over you. Even without looking you could imagine his ebony locks falling over his face like a waterfall, his warmth threatening to envelop you. He was dangerously close, so much so that it felt like all the fantasies you had created in your mind around his image would be exposed if you lost your composure. His left hand's fingers, dressed in a black glove, caressed your cheek.

"I am the only one truly deserving of a woman like her", Gilbert's thumb pressed on your lips.

You could hear Chevalier fuming from where you sat. His eyes threw daggers at Gilbert. You knew he wanted to do something, even if he did not fully understand the why. But killing Gilbert now would only make the situation worse, turning the kingdoms allied with Rhodolite against it.

"The woman can make her own decisions", you finally managed to say. You spotted slight amazement in your lover's eyes as you stood to face Gilbert.

"Oh I know what a heart as pure as yours will choose", Gilbert smiled, "the question is whether he'd let you"

"You are quite wrong", you said.

Gilbert let out a dragged "hm". He brought his hand to fiddle with your hair. His fingers grazed your neck sending shivers down your body. You were glad Chevalier could not see you react but unfortunately Gilbert could.

"I know I can make you happy because you want me too", he said.

He was not lying. That small touch was enough to remind you how much more of him you craved. He was stunning and elegant and ruthless and you knew he'd sacrifice anything for you. The deal he was offering implied so as well. But...

"I can't", you whispered. You heard Chevalier's chair creek and moments later his hands rested on your shoulders.

"Then I suppose I should stick to my original plan and remove him from the equation first", Gilbert's cunning smile stretched from one cheek to another as he reached for his sword, "a shame really. He is the only man remotely near my level"

"Wait", you said firmly, "there must be something else."

"I'm sorry love but there's not", his hand rested on the sword's scabbard, ready to draw it. But he hadn't yet.

"If you pry me away from him I will always hate you", your words surprisingly seemed to sting the obsidianite prince.

You reached for Chevalier's hand that was still on your shoulder. His other hand trailed like Gilbert's to the sword the moment the tension had risen. Gilbert released his grip on the weapon and seemed to ponder for a while. Soon, the cunning smile you knew too well-adorned his face once more as his eye oscillated between you and the Brutal Beast behind you. The dark-haired man calmly walked toward the two of you. You felt Chevalier stiffen, ready to pull you out of the way should the need arise. But that was far from Gilbert's intention.

"I suppose", he lifted your chin with his finger so you'd meet his eye, "I would be willing to share"

His smile was not directed exclusively at you but at Chevalier as well. You glanced up at him and saw his blue eyes narrow.

"She wants me. You know she does", Gilbert addressed Chevalier directly, "You'll like what I'm offering I'm sure". The dark prince parted your lips with his thumb as he returned his eyes to yours, "You said you'd hate me if I kept him away", he said, "So I guess that means I just have to keep him with us."

Gilbert's fingers traced the side of your body. Your heart beat louder and louder at the sensation, sending both blood and heat coursing through your veins. It took a while for Chevalier to notice what the man was doing but he finally snatched his fingers away. You could not help but feel a little disappointed that they never managed to reach your breasts.

"It can be just the three of us.", Gilbert said, "And Rhodolite won't have to worry about Obsidian ever again. So who's gonna break first and give in to what we all desire?"

Chevalier's hand moved to hug your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Chevalier", your voice came as a mere whisper.

You did not have to finish your sentence. His eyes met yours and you knew he already knew everything you had to say. His grip on you loosened enough for you to turn and face him. He cupped your cheek before pulling you in for a kiss. His lips were hungry for you, his tongue ravaged your mouth stealing your breath away. You let out a silent moan just before he pulled away.

"I don't like sharing", he whispered against your lips, "I want to be the only man who can make you feel like this"

Gilbert's presence came closer behind you. You felt the heat of his body envelope you as he brought his arms around you, his hands cupping your breasts. You shivered as the bulge forming in his pants pressed tightly on your body. You could not help but gasp as he kneaded your skin with his fingers. His breath was hot against your neck as he rested his head against yours.

"Oh come now Chevalier", Gilbert's right hand climbed to caress your neck, "Don't tell me this sight is not turning you on"

Gilbert's fingers left your neck and pulled your shirt to the side enough to allow his lips access to your shoulder. He placed kisses and bites on your soft skin, each spot carefully chosen to make you finally lose your cool in front of your lover. Your eyes fell shut as his teeth grazed your neck. Your mouth fell agape as he leaned over to kiss your collarbone.

"Nsgah", you heard Chevalier say as he let out a sigh he seemed to be holding forever. Seconds later you felt your lover's hands join Gilbert's on your body, but this time they travelled lower near your core. His fingers teased your clit over your skirt, and your sounds drowned under Chevalier's lips tightly pressed over yours.

Suddenly they both stopped. You opened your eyes and saw Gilbert's hand push Chevalier away. He brought his lips to your ear and whispered, "Last chance to run away"

"I don't think I can anymore", you kept your eyes fixed on Chevalier's.

Gilbert released him and turned your head to face him. "That's our girl", he said before stealing a kiss.

"Tsk", you caught Chevalier rolling his eyes. You had no time to think any of it as he unbuttoned your shirt and buried his face and teeth in your chest. Each mark he left was secured with a warm kiss. His hands traced your torso and pulled away your corset, already unlaced by Gilbert. The brutal beast hungrily took a nipple in his mouth, ravaging your breasts like a famished tiger. It was the Chevalier you had come to know all the times you've slept together, you knew it in your heart But the passion and impatience he projected onto your body implied he was now so much more. Your fingers found Chevalier's belt and pulled him close as they fiddled with the buckle. He was not holding back for the first time you've been with him and you could not wait to feel the full depth of his love.

"Not yet love", Gilbert whispered in your ear. You saw a black glove fall on the marble floor from the corner of your eye. His other hand lifted up your skirt from behind, his knee prying your legs apart.

"Take this off her", you heard him say, "I want to kiss her everywhere".

To your surprise Chevalier complied and pulled away your shirt completely, throwing it on the floor. "I agree", he said, his voice dripping with lust, before returning to your breasts.

A moan escaped you as Gilbert's index and middle finger entered your core. "Already so wet for me love", his soft breath tingled the skin of your back, "Your lips can lie but your body cannot". He pumped his digits in and out inside you at a slow pace, massaging the walls around them. Your body trembled as he curled them inside you. Your legs threatened to squeeze shut but you felt them being kept open as Chevalier lifted your skirt from the front as well. You did not know when he discarded his gloves but you felt his warm fingers join Gilbert's, his tump tracing eights on your clit. You held your breath as you suppressed your voice at the sensation. You had not even started yet and yet your heart beat so hard you feared it would escape your chest. Soon Chevalier brought his lips onto yours once more and he was close enough for you to unbuckle his belt and dive one hand into his pants. He groaned in your mouth as you took hold of his length and caressed him the way he most craved to be caressed. In response, Gilbert pulled Chevalier's fingers out of you and inserted a third of his own, pumping them all harder between your walls. Your shriek was lost in Chevalier's mouth. Your prince brought his hands to your waist to support you as your nails dug into his cloak.

"Ah! I'm-", you did not know which name to speak and so that was the only warning you gave before your cum dripped on Gilbert's fingers. He chuckled in satisfaction. Chevalier caught Gilbert's wet hand and brought his fingers to his own mouth before the other man could taste your liquid. His gaze pierced you as he cleaned them.

"Are you only now getting possessive, Chevalier?", Gilbert chuckled, nibbling on your shoulder once more.

You expected Chev to remain cold and silent, but instead he said "If you want to taste her you have to work for it"

"Well I suppose I should take first turn", Gilbert pulled your hair to the side, kissing the back of your neck.

You heard a rustle behind you as Gilbert removed his cloak. He turned you around and lifted you up, your legs wrapping around him. He kissed your lips, your neck, your breasts, before stopping to pant. He then gestured at Chevalier.

"Take that ridiculous thing off already", he pointed at his cloak, "And open that door. It's to my chambers. I don't know about you but I'm barely holding on"

As Chevalier turned away, Gilbert reached to unbuckle his belt.

"Let's cheat a little", his voice was rasp as he whispered in your ear, "He has you all the other time, I want you all to myself for a few moments at least"

He lifted you up as he aligned himself with your entrance. Your legs and heart tightened at the expectation of what was to follow. You pulled him in for a deep passionate kiss, enough to drown your sounds of pleasure as he buried himself inside you. Your whole body trembled as the jolt of pleasure filled you. Your skirt covered what Gilbert was doing completely as Chevalier glanced at you with narrow eyes. When he turned away to walk inside the room Gilbert slowly lifted you up and brought you back down, making you feel every inch of him. You felt as if your legs would go limp then and there as he continued the slow movement whilst walking towards the bed.

Once he reached it he discreetly exited you, pretending that he was just now preparing himself to impale you. You couldn't help but feel empty and tightened the grip of your legs around him, pressing your hips more firmly against him. He climbed with you on the bed and discarded your skirt, pulling his hands away from you only to remove his shirt.

"Chevalier is feeling left out my love", he said pressing your back on the ebony sheets, "I thought you wanted him too"

"I do", you gasped as Gilbert traced his fingers on your thighs, pulling them apart. You leaned your head back and stretched your arm towards the Second Prince. "Chevali-", your voice was cut short by a moan as Gilbert buried his cock between your walls once again. This time he did not leave much time before he set out a steady pace. Your back arched as he reached deep inside you, your eyes falling shut. They only opened again at the sensation of someone kissing your lips, only to see Chevalier's blonde locks fall on your face. Your arms wrapped around him and pulled him back to you.

"Aah- Chev you can- aaah- I want you too-", Gilbert was barely letting you form your sentence. The air in the room was cold and yet your skin sweated by Gilbert's warmth inside you. In a flash of reason, you brought your hand to your clit, signalling Gilbert to slow down for a moment, enough for you to speak. "Chevalier I said from the start, I want you first"

You lightly pushed Gilbert out of you with your foot and turned to your knees. You nodded him to approach before you grabbed Chevalier and kissed him more hungrily than ever before. He responded with equal force and need, tearing the rest of his clothes off his body, but your lips did not stay on his for long. They glided down as you pushed his back on the mattress, your kisses slowly moving towards the hem of his pants. You felt Gilbert's hands steady your hips just as you took Chevakier's length into your mouth. Gilbert began drilling inside you once more, the new angle allowing him to reach even deeper. Your sounds vibrated in Chevalier's twitching member. You glanced at him struggling to keep himself composed but soon enough, for the first time in your endeavours, his head fell back, a loud moan escaping him as he raised his hips to put more of him inside you. He let out another moan as you traced his length with your tongue, bringing your hand to help him feel as much pleasure as you could bring him for now. You tried to hold a steady pace yourself, but Gilbert was relentlessly pounding his cock in your folds from behind, sending you to euphoric heights. You groaned only to keep you from screaming Gilbert's name as he brought his hand to tease your clit and aid your release. Soon, you could not concentrate on Chevalier anymore, your mouth falling agape from the high Gilbert had sent you. Your teeth grazed Chevalier's tip as you took him out, burying your face between his legs.

"Aah I'm- I'm gonna cum"

Gilbert didn't answer. He simply slowed his speedy pace in favour of thrusting harder inside you.

Once - Twice -

The third time your toes curled as your liquids spilt from your core, coating his cock.

"That's what I live to see", he said as he took himself out of you.

Your core ached without him. It was too soon. You felt his hand grasp your neck as his tip continued to tease you.

"You give me what you gave Chev over here and I'll let you ride through it next time", he said and pulled you to lay on your back again. He planted his knees on either side of your head so that his length hung over your mouth. As he lowered to kiss you on your abdomen he urged you to take him in. His tongue explored your core, drinking you in. You felt his fingers trace your inner thighs, keeping them apart.

"Go on, what are you waiting for?", you heard him say but he was not addressing you.

You felt your core being teased, a kiss softly being planted on your knee. You took Gilbert out of your mouth for a moment and looked up to see Chevalier aligning himself with your core, gathering the fluids that dripped from you as he teased your entrance with his cock.

"Do you want me to stop too?", Gilbert threw you a cunning smile before continuing to draw circles on your clit with the tip of his tongue. His eye glanced at you and urged you to take him back in.

You squirmed as Chevalier entered you. He did not waste much time to begin thrusting in you at a steady pace. Your back arched and Gilbert traced it with his hand.

"It's like you weren't even there", Chevalier groaned at Gilbert.

Your legs tried to close at the shivering sensation but the obsidianite prince kept them spread open, his tongue playing with your sensitive rosebud. As the white tiger thrusted harder and faster inside of you, you could no longer suppress your moans. Gilbert groaned as your panting breath warmed his tip even more than your mouth. You could taste the precum spilling out of him as he held himself from cumming inside your mouth.

"Ah! Chevalier!", your head fell back as Chevalier pounded inside you bringing tears of pleasure to your eyes. Gilbert's fingers filled your mouth to silence you from speaking a name not belonging to him.

"Get off her now. Watch how it's done.", Chevalier pushed Gilbert aside and pulled you beneath him, bringing your leg on his shoulder. The new angle sent you to the heavens as he himself reached his peak. He brought his lips to yours and rode you through your high. Your arms wrapped around him as you moaned into his kiss. He kissed you again as he painted your walls white, doing his best to let you ride your high down before collapsing next to you.

"You're so beautiful like this, simpleton", he whispered in your ear, fingers brushing your sweated hair away from your cheek.

Gilbert was the one who scoffed this time. "You're already spent and she's nowhere near done", he said pulling you onto his lap, "Are you love?"

His kiss was hungry, hungrier than ever before as he had been denied to savour euphoria himself.

"If you are, better tell me now before it's too late", he said once he broke the kiss.

Instead of answering you pulled him back in, swaying your hips against him and earning a groan from him.

"So greedy. You truly belong with me", he said his left hand tracing your body until it disappeared underneath you from behind. His fingers teased your sensitive core before they spread it open. He easily lifted you up, bringing his other hand to your chin, forcing you to face him.

"He has a point though", he said as he carefully aligned his still hard cock with your entrance, "there's nothing more beautiful than watching your face as you take one in"

He lowered you slowly down on him. You saw the delight in his eyes as yours teared and your mouth fell open letting out a dragged moan. You thought you'd cum on the spot. You tried to move your hips but Gilbert pressed your thigh down, keeping you to the spot.

"Gilbert!", you complained

"Oh so now you know my name?", he mocked, "Behave yourself love and I promise I'll make you feel so good you'll forget all composure and scream my name instead of his."

He pressed his lips on yours, one hand still keeping your thigh down, his tongue hungrily exploring your mouth. You heard Chevalier groan and realised Gilbert was palming him with the other. Your mind and heart raced as you knew this meant it was far from over. You pulled away from his lips and moved to nibble on Gilbert's shoulder. One of your hands traced his well-sculpted torso, the other tangled in his hair, stopping only so it wouldn't pull away his precious eyepatch.

"Fuck", he said releasing your thigh and lifting you up. He brought you back down with enough force for you to muffle a cry on his skin and returned to pressing you close to him. "This is better than I'd ever imagined"

You felt Chevalier's warmth envelop you from behind. Soon his hands, once warm now wet and chilly, made you shiver as they felt your torso.

"Stop teasing her, moron", he said firmly, "I only agreed on the condition she would feel good"

You brought a hand to bury its fingers in Chevalier's blonde curls at the sound of his words. He placed a soft restrained kiss close to your ear and whispered, "Do you truly want us both?"

He teased the other hole below you with his length, awaiting your answer.

"God yes", you exasperated.

You could not see his face but you were truly curious about his expression as you blurted out your dirty wish. He kissed you on the side of your neck, teeth grazing flesh, before he said, "Too late to take it back now my simpleton."

He shoved Gilbert's hand away and with his help lifted you up until you were empty once again. Chevalier gathered some of your liquids to further lube his cock. Then slowly they brought you back down but this time both your core and anus filled with their lengths. There was no way to hold back your voice as the feeling of fulness overcame your senses. Chevalier's face dawned over your shoulder, concern in his eyes.

"I meant what I said", you smiled at him reassuringly and pushed his head closer to you.

He cupped your breasts as he nibbled on your shoulder from behind while Gilbert kissed you hungrily as he guided you up once more. They swayed their hips in sync, softly at first but then more ferociously.

"I'm sorry", Gilbert broke off his kiss, eyes locked on yours, "I can't hold back anymore"

"I never asked you to", you said and guided Chevalier's hand to your clit, "either of you".

That was all Gilbert needed to hear to move you to Chevalier's lap and begin thrusting in you with both more force and speed. Your head fell back on Chevalier's shoulder. The brutal beast, despite his name, kept a steady pace behind you, alert of your reactions as he would hate to hurt you. You bit your lip as Gilbert reached your softest spot but a cry of ecstasy still escaped you, your core producing more nectar than before.

"Gilbert!", you cried his name, your eyes rolling back at the euphoria he was granting you.

At the sound of your voice, Chevalier huffed and picked up his pace a little, his fingers tracing your bud. His breath was heavy as he sensually kissed your neck. Without warning, Gilbert covered your lips with his own as you felt him ride his own high, white ropes spraying from him inside you. You clenched on his hair pulling him deeper into the kiss before breaking it to catch your breath. A little later Chevalier grunted against your skin. You felt him twitching inside you, and his cum glided on your skin as he panted, face buried in your shoulder. You held him close to you as well, reaching back to plant an exhausted kiss on his hair.

"Did I lie?", Gilbert kissed you again, holding your bottom lip in his teeth stealing a sigh. Then he climbed down and fell with his back on the mattress.

Chevalier kissed you softly before doing the same, pulling you next to him. He snaked an arm around your body to keep you close as Gilbert attempted to rest his over your waist. But the black tiger waited until the white had dozed off to bring his lips close to your ear and whisper "You always get what you want, don't you?"

You did not speak, but your smile was reply enough.

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*throws phone away*

Disclaimer: The characters in this story all live in a medieval world (the app says so anyway but it's so far from accurate) where there are no condoms available. You should use condoms with your sexual partner especially early in the relationship, both to prevent the spread of diseases and unwanted pregnancies.

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