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kassiekole22 · 13 days

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Joy Ride

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Pairing: Brian O'Conner X Fem!Reader

Description: Brian finds you walking home late one night and offers you a ride, which turns into a night-long joy ride around Miami.

Warnings: Fluff, Speeding, Friends Or Future Lovers? (You Decide)

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Sooooo, I watched 2 Fast 2 Furious for the first time a around a month ago and this guy has been on my mind ever since. I have always really loved Paul Walker so this was bound to happen eventually. 😂 I don't know if I plan to write more for him or if this will just be a one time thing, but I have been working on this fic for quite some time now and I'm happy to finally be posting it. More to come from other beloved characters soon! Enjoy the fic and if you want more Brian O'Conner fics in the future, let me know in the comments or inbox! 🖤 (Also did any of you get the reference in the name? 👀)

Main MasterList: 🖤

Kassie's Angels: @mornandil, @lorebite.

(If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

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2002

The air is pretty cool for a night in Miami, but I don't mind. I walk with my hands in the pockets of my hoodie, protecting them from the slight chill. It's nothing too intense, but I haven't been used to being in cooler temperatures for awhile now.

I walk quickly down the sidewalk as a few cars pass from time to time. The sounds of their engines make my fingers and feet tingle a little, my body missing the feeling of the steering wheel gripped in my fingers and the gas pedal under my foot.

I wrecked pretty badly during my last race, resulting in my car becoming too banged up to drive. Most street racers have other cars to fall back on. Unfortunately for me, my girl was all I had. Now I'm left to walk on foot until I can get enough money to fix her.

The ambiance in the street is pretty calm until I hear the familiar rumble of a very specific engine approaching my side. To my surprise, that iconic silver and blue Nissan Skyline pulls up, slowing down to drive at my walking speed. But the slick paint job or glowing underbody isn't what makes it difficult to look away. The driver is none other than the man who beat me in my last race, Brian O'Conner.

I'm met with a kind smile as he rolls down his windows, his bright blue eyes glancing up at me from the shadows of the interior. There is just something about that man that draws me in. I could never tell what exactly it was, but it pulled me in his direction like a bee to a flower every time I was in the same location as him.

"Ey, need a ride?" He queries in a rasied voice, nearly shouting over the Skyline's growl.

Though it's tempting, I don't want to throw a wrench in any plans he may have. Knowing him, he has another street race or date to get to at this hour. So, despite the aching pain in my feet that is screaming in protest, I respond casually, "Nah, man. I'm good. Home's not too far away anyway, y'know?"

Even though it wouldn't take him too long, it would be pretty pointless to drive only a couple blocks anyway. He takes a mere second to let my words sink in and find an answer, his eyes hopeful as they are taken off the road and landing on me once more.

"We don't gotta take you home. The night's still—" He checks his watch, and his eyes widen slightly as he realizes the time. "—Well, middle-aged, but that don't gotta stop the fun."

I can't contain a faint chuckle at his dumb joke, rolling my eyes as I do so. The next thing I know, my feet are subconsciously coming to a stop, and he gently lays on the brakes. His car is also stopping right beside where I now stand, but the engine still purrs softly to alert all of its consciousness.

"Ah, c'mon, girl. Let's live a little, eh?" He flashes me that dangerous half-smirk that beckons me forward into mischief. It now dawns on me that he might not have the intention of taking me home, which is intriguing in a way.

I contemplate my options for a moment. The only thing waiting for me at home is a couple bottles of beer and some cold pizza left in the fridge from the night prior. It seems like I've been spending most of my time alone lately. Maybe it would be good to spend some time in good company.

"Alright," I give in with a subtle but still noticeable sigh, backing down in my mental debate.

He reaches across and opens the passenger door for me as I round the car, its headlights illuminating me for a brief moment as I cross in front of the bumper before hoping into the seat offered to me. It felt weird being in the left seat and not having a steering wheel before me. I could never get used to those foreign imported cars.

But regardless, it sure is a beauty. The leather interior smells oddly fresh and calming, with a faint hint of exhaust filtering through the open windows. It's clear he just cleaned her up. Brian was always the type to take care of his rides.

I pull the seatbelt across my chest and lock it in securely, mentally preparing myself for the wild ride I know damn well he is about to take me on. He looks at me and flashes me that cocky yet proud smile as he revvs the engine for only a moment before taking off into the night.

With windows down and speed carrying us, I feel like I'm floating on air. The soft breeze I felt only moments ago is now a fast wind in my hair, and the soft ambiance of the nightlife in Miami is now disturbed by a machine growl.

I glance over at him, and it's as if time slows for just a minute as I take in how happy he is. He's a simple man. He doesn't need the fancy things in life, just a fast car to make the corners of his lips part into that iconic grin I have grown to love.

"Wanna get fuckin' nuts?" He asks me, his voice taking me out of my thoughts and putting me back into reality. That's when I notice that mischievous look in his ocean blue eyes, their pupils blown wide with adrenaline.

Hm... Blue and full of adrenaline, like the blood pumping in our veins.

"What?" I blurt out, not fully comprehending what he is asking, until my gaze wanders down to where his thumbs hovers over the nitro buttons.

I look at the road ahead, seeing that it is completely barren of all life, and I can't help but smirk at the thought of what he is suggesting. It's a dangerous game—playing with speed in such a way—but a thrilling one, for sure.

Taking my eyes off the road ahead to look back at him, I notice the hopeful glint once again in his eyes, only pushing my thought process toward wanting to comply. So without a second breath, I cheer, "Fuck yeah!"

With a simple click of two buttons at once, we are off like a rocket in space. Suddenly, the street lights look like comets, and the lines on the road are just blurs of colors. It's oddly beautiful in a way, and I marvel at how it ignites my soul with such a unique feeling, which I can't possibly seek from anything else. My fingers dig into the sides of my seat as my heart pounds against my ribcage like thunder, both overwhelmed but thirsty for more of this intoxicating rush.

Though Brian only lets this last for a moment, just seconds passed that will remain with me for an eternity. We laugh as the car slows to a semi-normal speed again. My smile is so wide, I can feel my face begin to hurt.

But I don't care. I am just so high on the thrill that my mind is lost in a cloudy space of euphoria. It's crazy how the night went from a quiet walk home to taking a joy ride with one of my rivals, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Once our laughter dies down, the soft purr of the engine is the only thing heard yet again as we both seemingly get lost in our own thoughts. What is he thinking? I wish I knew. The only thing on my mind is how happy I am. It isn't until a couple minutes later that he speaks his mind, taking a deep breath before his lips finally form the words he has been pondering.

"We should do this more often," he suggests in that nonchalant tone he carries quite regularly for someone with such excitement in his life. "Y'know, hang out outside the racing world? You're a cool girl."

I can't repress how my smile softens for a moment at his words as my eyes flick over in his direction while a million responses filter through my mind. This guy is a legend—a local celebrity, if you will. To have this opportunity is an honor. However, I don't necessarily get the vibe of entitlement from him. Instead, his atmosphere reflects something else—something friendly and inviting.

"And you're a cool guy. I'd love to hang with you more often." I reply, trying to sound chill but coming off way more sincere than intended. Though he doesn't seem to mind, in fact, he seems to be pleased with my response.

The next thing I know, he is pulling into a public beach. Its sands are abandoned by any human life due to the lateness of time, though the footprints of the visitors that day still remain like ghosts of the past, their memories carved in the sand until they get washed away by the waves.

He locks the car in park, unhooks his seatbelt, and gets out. I watch through the windshield as he rounds the side of it to rest back on the hood. My eyes study him as he lifts himself to sit on the hood, not once looking back to see if I leave the car as well. It's almost as if he expects me to.

So to fulfill his silent expectations, I swing my door open and hop out after freeing myself from my seatbelt, nearly stumbling as the ground is unexpectedly unsteady where I stand. My feet sink into the sand, and I'm grateful I chose to wear boots tonight over anything else.

Once out of my sticky situation, I take a moment to appreciate the freshness in the air—the sweet smell of the ocean before me for just a second. After approaching him, I rest beside him on the hood, watching the waves crash before us. It reminds me that life is quite like the sea. It's unpredictable, a little scary at times, but beautiful in many unique ways. I release a soft breath, my body relaxing in this calming moment.

"I remember the first time I saw you pull up in that black Trans Am to the race. Fuckin' engine and bass on your stereo roaring over the sound of the crowd." He chuckles while he reminisces about old memories.

"Buni," I correct him as I smile fondly, thinking about the beauty that's currently under a tarp in my garage, just waiting to be repaired and set free on the road once again.

"Yeah, Buni." He parrots me in an almost teasing way. I know he finds the fact that I named my car ridiculous, but I can see it in his eyes that it amuses him all the same. "You're something else, (L/N). A damn good racer, though."

My heart flutters at the compliment, and I feel my cheeks heat up with this familiar warmth that only he ignites in me best. The soft breeze blows through my hair as I think of a reply, running through my strains like an angel's fingertips. But it's not the breeze nor the location that has me in such a calm and joyful state.

I continue to study him—the way his blonde curls blow in the breeze, the corners of his lips turning up ever so slightly to show his contentment, his biceps flexing ever so slightly as he crosses his arms over his chest. It amazes me how all the different shades of blue in his iris reflect the scene before us. It's like I could literally drown in them each time I gaze into them to admire their beauty.

"Yeah? You and your Skyline ain't so bad either." I finally quip with a small bit of sarcasm dripping from my tone after forcing myself out of where my mind has disappeared to for a short time. He smiles softly at my words, because it's evident how I really feel about him. He knows, and I know that, but I don't really care anymore.

We talk until sunrise and watch as the black sky fades into orange and pink, blending with the stars to make them barely visible. Though they are out of sight, I know they still shine brightly above us, like angels waiting for us in heaven. It's quite special—maybe even magical.

The sea reflects the morning sun as it rises from the horizon, its golden rays shining upon us as we remain on the hood of the car. It's just us out here in our own little world. If I learned anything from last night, it's not the place that makes a moment special, but the person you share it with.

I don't know where this road will take us. I know it will be a long one—with plenty of traffic and bumps ahead—but the ride will be an enjoyable one with a new friend in the seat next to me as we speed through it all. And if we happen to get separated some point along the way, I know in my heart that I'll see him again.

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#2 fast 2 furious #brian o'conner #brian o'conner x reader #KassieBrianOConnerFanFics

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quietgalcoasterss · 5 months

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My Top 5 (End of 2023)

Hi yall! Sorry for how long it’s been. Thanksgiving left me exhausted, and then all of a sudden I was coming back to college for finals weeks. I almost finished this a week ago, but then I just forget to add the last section. Anyway, as the end of the year approaches and seasonal parks close their doors, I figure this is an appropriate time to share my current top 5 coasters. So far, I’ve visited 3 major theme parks in the US as of recently: Six Flags Great Adventure, Kings Dominion and Busch Gardens Williamsburg. I’ve also visited Disney World and Universal Orlando, but those were back when I was 11 or so, and so I hardly remember any rides I might’ve gone on. So while this will change over the years, and I’ll eventually have enough credits to where I can start listing my top 10, 15 and even 20, here be my current top 5 :>

For context, I base my rankings off of two factors:

1. How much I want to re-ride it right now.

2. How long I’m laughing after I’ve gotten off. If I’m still chuckling by the time I’m back at the entrance, it’s a winner.

5. Kingda Ka, Six Flags Great Adventure

It won’t shock you to know that Kingda Ka was, at one point, the scariest coaster I’ve ever been on. How long did it hold that title? Like 2 hours until I rode it for a second time, after which I knew for a fact my coaster fear was all but buried. Despite that, I’m pretty certain that no matter how often I ride it in the future, sitting on the launch track will still give me butterflies in my stomach.

But god, that launch is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Hell, for like 2 weeks after my second Great Adventure visit this past summer, I scoured Youtube for a pov/off-ride video that would hit the exact same mark as actually riding Kingda Ka. I never found one that got even close :(. I also never got to ride OG Top Thrill Dragster or any other Intamin hydraulic launch coaster (Storm Runner looks so good…), but god you mean to tell me there’s multiple of these??? Even though I’ve ridden longer rides, as well as ones that I wish I could ride right now even more, that does NOT mean Kingda Ka does not deserve love. All my homies love Kingda Ka.

4. Nitro, Six Flags Great Adventure

Nitro was my first ever B&M (Bolliger and Mabillard) hyper coaster (ride that exceeds 200 feet). And although the only other one I’ve ridden is Apollo’s Chariot, I do NOT understand why thoosies say this thing is mid. Sure the paint scheme is on the uglier side, but that makes it unique. And like, this thing isn’t the ugliest thing in the world. I don’t even know how you could make a coaster ugly.

This thing is floater airtime and speed galore. Next time I’m at Great Adventure, I’m trying out both front and back row to see how it lives up. I always put my hands up on Nitro cuz like, why wouldn’t you? Only part that’s a sharp change is the helix as the trains return to the station. That thing is fast and tight: I grey out every time I go through it. Not saying it’s bad at all, just a wild element lol.

3. Pantheon, Busch Gardens Williamsburg

Pantheon is my first ever ride to feature a vertical spike. And oh my GOD did it have me laughing like a mad lass. This thing is such a treat from start to finish. I have a whole other story to share about this coaster and waiting in queue, but that’s for another time.

What Pantheon does super well is consistency between its elements. From the first launch to missing the top hat to the spike to the hangtime, this thing does NOT quit (until the brake run of course). Some people say this is a mix between Maverick and Velocicoaster, and from the pov’s I’ve watched, I can see where they’re coming from. I’m planning on riding Maverick next summer, and I don’t know when I’ll be able to go to Islands of Adventure. But until then, Pantheon my beloved.

2. Intimidator 305, Kings Dominion

I love you I-305. I love you so damn much. This monstrosity was my first ever giga coaster (ride that exceeds 300 feet), and oh my GOD is it heavenly. I need to make it clear that this thing is not for the faint of heart. It is fast, whippy and unrelenting. But in a loving way :D.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to not grey out on the right back after the drop. But lemme tell ya, greying out is awesome. I understand why some people dislike it and tend to avoid re-riding anything that does it to em. But me? I love the feeling. If anything I wanna immediately re-ride it if I feel my vision going. I’m weird and gay like that. Some people also say that this is the anti-Millennium Force: while Millennium does airtime galore, I-305 does speed and lateral’s galore. I’ll be the judge of that when I hopefully go to Cedar Point soonish, but for now, Intimidator 305 sits comfortably in my number 2.

1. El Toro, Six Flags Great Adventure

You knew this was coming. El Toro was my first wooden coaster, my first non-family coaster, my first big Intamin, my first blog here and it’s in my pfp \o/. I’m so glad that Six Flags has been genuinely caring for this monstrosity after all these years. Even with the recent incidents, they haven’t given up on it. And I’m so grateful for that, I can’t imagine Great Adventure without this.

There’s still many woodie’s that I need to ride. The Beast at Kings Island and The Voyage at Holiday World are both really high on my list. But as of right now I ain’t going out to Indiana just to ride a big woodie (and also Firebird, that looks sick). To be brutally honest, the only other woodie I’ve actually ridden as of today is The Grizzly at Kings Dominion. And it’s a solid woodie, don’t get me wrong. But it just ain’t the Bull.

Some people dislike El Toro for how rough it’s apparently become over the years. And while that’s understandable, I love a woodie that’s rough. It gives a bite to it, like it’s out of control. That’s what woodies specialize in over steel’s: they’re out of control. From this thing’s ejector airtime, to the speed, to the tight banks to the Rolling Thunder Hill, El Toro will never leave my heart. It’s no wonder I spent 30 bucks on a t-shirt and keychain on my most recent visit. I’m a capitalist slave to the Bull.

#roller coaster #rollercoaster #kingda ka #nitro #pantheon #intimidator 305 #el toro #six flags #six flags great adventure #sfgadv #kings dominion #busch gardens #busch gardens williamsburg #roller coaster enthusiast

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t34-mt · 4 months

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if its okay to ask, how long does it take to complete a piece? does it take longer with mspaint? (i think thats what u use if not my apologies) do you use any other programs?

krita/ms paint its the same speed to me?

but in general im not fast on krita cause i don't know much about it, im fast on MS Paint because I'm just used to it, i guess MS Paint takes 2-4 hours depend on whatever im doing. some silly doodle can be 1-2 hour, full-on clothing render can be 5 i think. but yeah its not an achingly slow process that will make you rip your hair off its easy just train yourself

i dont use other programs to speed up unless i feel super lazy which isn't common, if i do then ill go on krita make the sketch transparent, color it, and go back to ms paint for render. sometimes that can be see with the tepueh pu post where a side sketch has been colored by airbrush on krita

i never see time past i close my eyes and become conscious of my surroundings again and its already 4 am. so don't trust me with time estimation

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anodesu · 8 months

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Swordtember 2023 is upon us, and I have been... sick. So I'm behind by a few days, which is totally fine. My general rules are to go in blind, draw for no more than 2 hours, and post whatever I've got with a wee prompt. So here's the first 10! Swordtember 2023 is upon us, and I have been... sick. So I'm behind by a few days, which is totally fine. My general rules are to go in blind, draw for no more than 2 hours, and post whatever I've got with a wee prompt. So here's the first 10! Day 1: Witch. Witch duels are not to be trifled with. There’s no spells, only speed and the bite of steel.

Day 2: Wizard Though unassuming on its own, this item is an attempt at incorporating spells into close-range combat: a magic circle that channels spells into a temporary blade using magic-imbued gemstones. Seen below: Acid and Frost respectively.

Day 3: Rogue

In contrast to popular belief, stabbing victims are not loud, and take time to react to their wounds. A needle-like blade housed within a mahogany walking stick makes for deep wounds that don’t bleed fast, giving the wielder the chance to make a subtle retreat.

Day 4: Dragonslayer “They say nothing can pierce the scales of a dragon? What about- hear me out here…the scales of a dragon?” It’s a ceremonial piece.

Day 5: Spymaster

Delicate and crystalline for the sake of stealth, this is admittedly a somewhat advanced and niche weapon. Did I paint this at a concert? Yes.

Day 6: Knight Errant

“Oh yeah, this old thing’s seen a lot, but I’m saving up for a new one. Speaking o’ which… got any jobs?”

Day 7: Oracle

"The Looking Glass".

Day 8: Jester Incorporating weaponry into performances was admittedly not entirely for show. It started because Jacques had a notoriously big mouth and needed to defend himself from some of the knights he enjoyed roasting.

Day 9: Royal Hunt Master It’s an old tradition in the kingdom that when a new hunt master is sworn in, the weapon forged for them is made from parts of their greatest kill. A trophy, and a testament to their greatness. (Why yes, they DID slay a unicorn)

Day 10: Healer. Life Stealer. Does what it says on the box. Heals your allies with the blood of your enemies.

That's all for now. 10 down, 20 to go.

#swordtember #swordtember 2023 #weapon design #art challenge #procreate #digital drawing

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wheeler-beretta-harwood · 2 years

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writing asks! 1, 12, 16, 23, 27, 28, 35 ~

So many numbers 🥲

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

I actually use the 'notes' app on my tablet/phone. It only has one type of font, so I couldn't change it even I wanted to. But I don't care much for the font, so it's all good.

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don't make the rules

1. Make my English real good, no grammar mistakes, no German sentence structure. Just on point English.

2. Make my fingers move as fast as the speed of light, so when an idea comes to me, I have it typed out in no time.

3. Fill my brain with endless fun, sweet, and meaningful stories. Let me never run out of ideas.

16. What's the weirdest thing you've ever used as a bookmark?

I am a very sophisticated and only use real bookmarks. Fancy ones to, with a rubber band to keep the pages from wrinkling in my bag.

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what's around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

I have two major spots at home where I write.

1. My bed. Which is....a bed, so pillow, nightlamp, blanket. Stuffed animal (stingray), fluffy cute pillow that looks like a Husky. And my tablet.

2. Dining room table. Lots of windows, the walls behind me decorated with pictures of our dogs. Beige chair on which I can't sit longer than two hours or my butt will hurt.

27. Who is the most stressful character you've ever written? Why?

My OC/the reader in Meant To Be. I feel like I put her through too much emotional turmoil. But it is what it is. 🫣

28. Who is the most delightful character you've ever written? Why?

Cash. Always Cash. Why? Because he is Cash and makes me smile. Always.

35. What's your favorite writing rule to smash to smithereens?

(Insert confused shrug) I don't know. What are writing rules? Like coherence and cohesion? I try to be very...obedient to standard writing rules, I guess.

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angeliqueshelleyartist · 7 months

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Medium Specificity and Gesamtkunstwerk

SOURCES & SIGNIFICANCE, BLOG POST #2

According to 18th century poet Lessing (1766), successful artworks are ones which stay within the limits of their respective mediums, this is also known as medium specificity, as we’ve expanded into the technological era, I wonder if medium specificity is still applicable in the digital arts as it encampasses such a broad range of tools, as Manovich (2001) argues, we are still using archaic terms to understand the modern digital arts and their subcategories and whether it’s time to create new ways to classify certain works and tools. Lessings theories on medium specificity has caused a lot of argument and adjustments to his theory within the world of art, eg. Toelken’s (1822) addendum, in which his argument could be considered a forerunner to Manovich’s through his exploration of differences between ancient and modern mediums through the framework of theoretical and historical representations, all while considering the effects of cultural context (Garberson, 2017). These developments are to be expected as we have created new mediums and tools, however, I can't help but wonder if Lessing would stay true to his views in the expansion of mediums or if what could be seen as a chaotic blending of modern tools would cause him to adhere more firmly to his theory. In my personal experience, Lessing’s theories have a place when observing the natural beauty and skill of the artist in a traditional medium, but I also think that with the breadth of all the modern tools available, it is still true that it takes the hand of a skilled artist to bring out the best in all of them; the alternative being extreme mediocrity or a chaotic mess at best.

Beyond the argument of medium specificity lies the modern demand of art in the development of massive multimedia products. While a purist view of mediums is perhaps best suited for classical art spaces, the commercial demand makes delivering media specific products impossible unless it was specifically requested. With fast turn over times, artists turn in gratitude to tools that speed up the creation process. This is true more than ever with AI art generators looming over artist heads and beating them in terms of speed and quality.

Digital tools can also help artists that struggle with certain skills, eg. perspective or anatomy achieve incredible results without putting in the thousands of hours for mastery. For me, that meant I could create work beyond my traditional skills and begin to make money within my profession. I feel that using 3D in my artwork doesn't take anything away in the same way that AI could, but rather improves the clarity of the concept I am delivering.

My artwork titled "Palace of the Corsairs" is a concept piece based on Tolkien's Middle Earth. I used 3D software as a tool to create the complex shapes with correct perspective.

An animated GIF showing the process of turning a 3D scene into a piece that imitates a painterly style by digitally "painting" over it in Photoshop using "brushes" and "tools" that simulate traditional methods.

I can analyse my digital paintings within the context of medium specificity if digital painting is the closest visual comparative to painting within a traditional medium. If I am delivering something that needs to have a feel of a specific medium but not specifically requested, I ask myself how much 3D can I add before I start losing that purist essence of a digital painting. Imperfections are part of the charm of many artworks, 3D can be too clean. I think it becomes a tug of war between efficiency and charm, and subliminally trying to imitate the simplistic beauty of a single medium.

If digital media is not easily defined within the context of medium specificity and it becomes a thing of “imitation”, perhaps it is more suited to embracing the strength of its parts and the tools suited to create “Gesamtkunstwerk” (Trahndorff, 1827) meaning “total work of art”. Wagner (1849) considered theater to be the ultimate “Gesamtkunstwerk” in his time, and while the medium of theater has endured, films may also be considered the modern equivalent of a total work of art. In fact, Marinetti, et al. (1916) demanded in their manifesto that “One must free the cinema as an expressive medium in order to make it the ideal instrument of a new art, immensely vaster and lighter than all the existing arts,” (Marinetti, et al., 1916, p. 33).

The aim of a “Gesamtkunstwerk” is to indulge as many senses as possible; if I were to try to turn my concept art into a total work of art, I would consider movement, i.e. animation, sound through music or sound effects, colours that evoke emotion and richly developed characters to empathise with. This might look like painting with parallax, or perhaps one that requires exploration to tell the story through zooming into small details. It may also mean using more immersive delivery methods like Virtual Reality, which could be considered an ideal medium to exist among the evolutions of “Gesamtkunstwerk” (Randall, Ken, 2002).

References:

GARBERSON, E. (2017). Correcting Lessing's Error: E. H. Toelken's Addendum to Laokoon, 1822. In: LIPPERT, S. (Ed). Space and Time in Artistic Practice and Aesthetics : The Legacy of Gotthold Ephr. London: I. B. Tauris & Company, Limited. pp.74-96.

LESSING, G. E. (1766) Laocošn.

MANOVICH, L. (2001). Post-media Aesthetics. [Online]. Manovich. Available at: http://manovich.net/index.php/projects/post-media-aesthetics [Accessed 9 November 2023].

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TOELKEN, E. H. (1822). Ueber das verschiedene Verhältniß der antiken und modernen Malerei zur Poesie, ein Nachtrag zu Lessings Laokoon. Berlin: Nicolai.

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moongothic · 7 months

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MCM Shelf Saga

Part 3 - And then everything goes wrong

Nothing can ever go the way I want it to with these projects. Clearly. Something always has to go catastrophically wrong. "How bad can it be" oh you just wait (or scroll down)

So I continued on with this project by scraping the final pieces of the shelving unit, the two side pieces.

[Part 2]

At this point I was out of paint stripper, so while I knew the stripper would make it easier to remove the layers of paint off of the side pieces, I simply did not wish to spend money on another tub of that. It's expensive, and fucking nasty. So I decided to try scraping it by hand

And much to my pleasure, the paint wasn't too big of a struggle to get through!

Like it definitely took effort, and I did resort to getting help from my orbital sander (which I could use on these parts, since they're made of solid wood), switching back and forth between the scraper and the sander, but I was getting through the paint, the primer and the original (paint?) finish, all the way to the delicious raw wood.

So I felt confident scraping these final two pieces by hand, and I got started on doing that! Starting with the edge actually, because I figured it'd be the trickiest part to scrape but also the smallest (by area) so it'd be a nice place to start with

And it was turning out pretty good, definitely would need more sanding later but it was turning out good!

Very happy with the first of the two pieces (and no I did not really bother with the back that much, it'll face the wall anyway so all I did was quickly remove the any paint drips from the back that could be visible from the side and left it there)

So onto the second and final piece!

Not gonna lie though, at this point I was starting to really struggle with scraping the paint, I ended up asking my dad to help me switch the blade on my scraper. The blade is two sided and I've only ever used one side, and while I wanted to switch it myself, the bolt holding it down was so tight I literally could not get it to budge, so papa had to come to the rescue.

But, he helped me get that fresh blade going and HOO BOY did the scraping get really fucking fast. Like before I had to go through all the paint layers one-by-one when scraping and sanding, but with the fresh blade I could literally get all the way to the raw wood with one motion. It was really satisfying and sped things up so much, I'm kind of sad I didn't get the blade switched earlier but hey better late than never

Moral of the story, remember to get a fresh scraping blade from time to time, it'll speed shit up

Once I was done scraping, I did some fine sanding by hand to get the wood real nice and smooth and behold!

They turned out really nice! There was still some dark spots here and there but nothing major, and nothing my black wax couldn't hide!

(Sidenote I did attempt to clean up the holes on these pieces, but I was spending like 10 minutes per each hole barely getting any progress so. Like I made sure there wasn't visible paint residue/clumps, but that was it, gave up on cleaning them)

But, with everything completed on this front, it was time to get to the staining! The easiest part! Where nothing could go wrong!

As mentioned, I wanted to stain this whole thing black and since I had just finished sanding these two pieces I figured I could start with waxing them!

The color was looking really nice on this pale wood, though the wax I was using was leaving some quite heavy brush strokes... I did check the instructions on the wax, and they just told to use a brush to spread the wax along the grain and leave it to dry "until the next day". So I did just that... But I figured I'd just have to be mindful of the direction I was brushing the wax in, hoping that some sanding and additional layers would help fix the brush strokes

One side first, second side approx 6 hours later (just to give the first side extra time to dry before flipping the pieces over)

Once dry I brought them outside to gently sand them! Here you can see the piece in the front that I've sanded a little bit, since the wax raised the grain of the wood a lot so it needed to be resmoothed

I did notice something odd though; my sandpaper would get quite a lot of wax build-up while I was sanding these pieces. I was being quite gentle mind you, but still had to switch my sandpaper pieces for fresh ones quite often...

After sanding, I did a second coat, which I sanded again

Now... I was going to apply the third coat right away after sanding, but... the pieces felt a bit sticky? Which I thought was really odd?

So I figured, I could just let these pieces set for an extra day or two before applying a third coat, and just get started on some other pieces of the shelf in the meantime. I don't have enough space to wax the whole furniture piece in one go, and this is taking quite some time since I need to do these one-by-one, so it felt more efficient to get started on some other pieces in the meantime

l figured I'd have enough space to do the sliding door and the shelf boards, so I did my final sanding on them, cleaned them up the best I could and made sure they were ready for what was to come

Unfortunately, I wasn't ready for what was to come

Here she is. My beautiful sliding door. Looking absolutely immaculate

First coat of stain.

Um.

UMMM.

Maybe it'll look better after I sand it a little? Maybe that'll even the wax out a little?

If anything it just highlighted my mistakes I did while sanding it way earlier.

But surely, this was the worst of it, surely the shelf boards turned out-

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Surely sanding will- no, no it won't, it won't help one bit

So this is when I started having an absolute mental breakdown. Actually, it wasn't even after seeing how the wax dried, it was while I was waxing these pieces

Like I did the door, and I was getting concerned, but despite that, I decided to continue on and do the boards. But halfway through waxing first of the three (no idea which of these it is, hardly matters), I realized how fucking bad it was looking. In my desperation, although the instructions never fucking make a single mention of it, I wondered if I was supposed to apply the wax with a brush and then wipe off the excess.

Let me reiterate, the instructions do not say anything about removing excess wax with a cloth or a paper towel or anything. Just that you should "apply it with a brush".

But this shit was not going well, and I was fucking desperate, so I rushed to grab an old cotton napkin and... Like these look absolutely horrendous but I genuinely think it helped. Which says a lot. But also I was trying to wax both sides of the board at once and then leave them drying on the edge that faces the wall (my logic was that I wanted to avoid wax building up and/or dripping on the front-facing edge) (To be fair, my logic was flawless, my execution just shit), so some of this trainwreck was my fault

But even so... How the fuck were these turning out this fucking bad

It was also at this point I realized that the clerk at the paint store had sold me floor wax. To be fair, I had specifically asked for something that could probably hide any paint stains on the wood, so maybe she reccomended one that was most likely to do that, and also, the wax is ALSO usable on furniture, not ONLY flooring. But it is primarily a flooring wax

So yeah

I was having an absolute mental breakdown, trying to figure out what the fuck to do

Because I have used black woodwax before, I've refinished pieces with Osmo and they turned out perfect! I've never had issues this fucking bad before, and this is the first time I'm using this this kind of wax from this completely different brand

So. Should I just restart this whole process. Remove this wax and go back to the store to buy another tub of wax (this time from Osmo because I know how to use it) to use instead. Or do I just push on.

Thing is, I've sanded these pieces so much at this point I don't think they're safe to sand anymore. Like the veneer has gotten so fucking thin I don't think it can handle any further sanding or scraping. So to remove the wax, I'd probably have to buy somekinda special wax remover to get it off.

You need to realize, that would hike up the cost of this project from like 30 bucks to a 100 easily. I don't want to fucking pay that

And so I was absolutely fucking lost, completely unsure as to what the fuck to do

And I spent multiple days just mulling it over.

Eventually I gave up and decided to just go with this wax anyways. Because I'm a cheapscate, and I don't know what else I'd do with this wax anyways (since I have a whole tub of it), and I can't know for sure if removing it with a chemical wax remover would work in the end.

So push on I did. I just accepted that this shelf was going to look like absolute shit.

For the record, these pieces have been getting just harder and harder to photo because surface glare, so the color isn't coming out quite right

Can't even remember how many-eth coat that was but eventually I was like "yeah this is the most I can do before the wax completely hides the wood grain", simply electing to do one final coat on the handles

It looks like ass. But my only comfort is that it might not be noticable in a dark ass room with low lighting (which is how I live anyways).

And with that, the sliding door was done.

But then there was another issue. The first coat of wax I did on the shelf boards had made the veneer on them to start BUBBLING

Left photo, you see the three bright stripes? Yeah, that's the veneer that's risen up (that got extra sanded because it was catching the sandpaper more)

So I did my best to try to fix that by... Cutting into the veneer and using a tiny paint brush to get glue under the veneer. Applied a piece of painter's tape to keep the glue from spilling out and left some weights on top. The tape left some annoying ass residue and the veneer didn't go totally flat, but it did atleast reattach it somewhat so it wasn't moving as much

I did come to the conclusion that for """best results""" I really should try to do these boards one side at a time, so keep wax residue from building up on the sides, I taped them.

And then I did two more coats on both sides of the boards, one side at a time. After that, I removed the painter's tape and did a few coats on those edges very carefully.

And appearently forgot to take photos of the boards after they were done

Don't worry about it, they turned out approx the same as the sliding door; not much better, maybe not worse, but nothing noteworthy

On the theme of "forgot to take photos of", the last thing I did 8for the whole project, so I'm skipping ahead a little) was finish the sidepieces. The sidepieces continued to be sticky for quite a few weeks but once they seemed kinda dry, did another coat, only for them to get sticky again. Now I didn't want to sand them because it felt like using even a fine sandpaper would remove more finish than I had applied, and it probably wouldn't help with the stickiness. I had very recently seen this trick online though, of using a paper bag to basically buff a waxed surface. The idea is that the paper bag is coarse enough it can pick up excess stain/wax off the surface without quite sanding it, so I figured it'd be worth a shot. And it actually worked really well! It picked up some excess wax off and reduced the stickiness without removing too much of the finish! Then I did another coat, let the sidepieces dry again and they were done. But indeed, I forgot to take photos. What can I say, I was deep in the "I don't give a fuck anymore" mode (also figured you'd see how they turned out in final product)

But we've hit the max for images per post, so I'll see you next time with the absolute shitshow of a finale to this trainwreck of a project

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 (Finale)

#Refinish Diary #Moon posting #furniture restoration #furniture refinishing #diy #I can not put into words how upsetting this part of the project was #Just the absolute worst

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2023-02-03 “Did my makeup fall apart just perfectly?” Tereblog #3 [ENG]

A story from yesterday evening..

I needed to get in the bath but I became tired and couldn’t move. My mascara fell off my eyelashes, my lipstick was fading and disheveled and yet for some reason I felt like this was the perfect look…..I’m tired so maybe my decision making skills have fallen🥱･°Also where are my bangs?

The lame scattered and my eyes are sparkling..

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

I was thinking about what to write for today’s blog…but I decided on doing a Q&A!

I’ve been reading the comments on my last relay blog and the individual blogs that started two days ago. To tell you the truth I was a little worried that since changing to an individual the amount of comments would go down but when I saw the number of comments I became more energetic!! Thank you for all the comments this week, thank yo yo ( ･_･)/-------◎

I’m so glad at how many people are reading these blogs. I’m also really grateful to everyone wishing us 5th generation members a happy anniversary (tears)

#Nogizaka 5th generation member 1st anniversary since joining. When I saw this hashtag on February 1st I cried a little.

Well then lets get started with the Q&A

💌The last meet and greet I participated in I had a whiteboard where I just had to write my feelings of gratitude and the speed at which Tere-pan reacted was abnormally quick and I was so happy and wow are you quick! Amazing! Tere-pan are you trying to make reading speed one of your special talents? I’m a slow reader and so if you have any tricks to reading faster please let me know…

(Blog name: Taiga)

🤍I grew up reading books and so I think that’s why I’m so fastι(｀･-･´)/

Right now I exclusively read manga and I can finish a volume of jump manga in about 10 minutes (in the case of a new volume I’ll reflect on it and then read it again in about 30 minutes)

That being said I don’t think you can read or shorthand that fast as I think I’m faster than the general population, I want to challenge it one day!!!

A trick to read faster…

When you hold up a sketchbook for me to read, I don’t read individual words but it’s like a sensation of having a whole screen in my head

💌Tere-pan have you ever overslept?

(Blog name: Mameta)

🤍Not since I started living by myself! I’m a light sleep and I put my alarm at the loudest volume setting and have it go off from anywhere between every 2 hours to every 3 minutes. But I have failed to make meeting times… but this isn’t a established fact right staff-san｡ﾟ(ﾟ^ω^ﾟ)ﾟ｡

💌Tere-pan-chan do you also do oil paintings??

(Blog name: Shoutarou)

🤍I’ve only ever drawn it in art class in school. It’s a habit for Teresa to get drunk off the smell of Turpentine oil

💌You’ve entered your second year now, and compared to your first year is there anything that you’ve feel you’ve grown at?

(blog name: Taiyou)

🤍Speaking very specifically, I’ve gotten more efficient at taking notes on our standing position, when I look at my notes from the 10th birthday live they are so illegible I can’t read then…!

💌 Tere-pan what is your favorite vegetable?

(blog name: Shogo)

🤍Bukkorory

From my mom, before I prepare it I put it in water for an hour to kill any bugs, hard boil it and then stir fried in oyster sauce is how I like it

(TL Note: I’m pretty sure she means broccoli but I’m not sure)

💌Gauauawa 🥚what’s your favorite way to eat it?

(Blog name: Michael)

🤍Tamago kake gohan! I like eggs with red egg yolks

💌I made some ducks out of clay in my art class! Do you have any good names for them?

(Blog name: Makoto)

🤍Nietzsche

When you’re lost in life, just talk to the duck and you may get something out of it.

At my place there’s been an increase in ducks with hair.

Manager-san had a hair transplant… this one’s name is Buu-kun (named by Aya)

Kekeke

💌Please tell me some trick for taking selfies (˙˙*)

(blog name: Chiaki)

🤍Selfies…taking many till you get a few is a strategy, so just take a lot and choose! They also do this in the photo studios don’t they.

The pictures I can post now are more than I could before because it was a relay blog and behind the scenes pictures? Other cuts? Are they types of pictures I have a lot of.

From now on the pictures I can post on this blog, as well as the ones I posted before are around the ones I’m going to keep posting but I also want variety from the ones in Nogime (Nogizaka46 mail and Nogizaka46 message is the double meaning of Nogieme)

Recently I’ve really been like the retro filter feel kind of like the Zetsubou MV…I think I’m going to want a film camera one day. The pictures on Men’s blog are really on point and they have a good aura and atmosphere, I hope to be like that （´-`）.｡oO（🎞🤍

↑The theme of today’s Blog names are names that boys would have.

Night time is more for Q&A but while saying that I kind of want to do some during lunch time as well. If you like please continue to comment blow🤲🏻

By the way I also read the letters💌

My SNS notice section is always lonely (so in other words I don’t have a lot of addresses…) and to have this letter!!! This was my first noticeeeeeee you can get to know what people are doing with a picture attachment… I’m grateful to have this for of communication outside of meet and greets, an outflow of strong emotions･:*+.(( °ω° ))/.:+

It reminded me of the information class in elementary school and it calmed me a little

P.S: I won’t forgive you people who send me letter of food at night time 😡so just bring me the real thing 😡

Yesterday was twin tail day

And so I felt like I muscle post this picture of twiNagi💪🏽( ¨̮ 💪🏽)

Twineresa’s picture was posted by the New Nogizaka Star Tanjou producer Shinobu Mori-san!!!

Thank you

Please check it out

Please forgive me for this whimsical blog

Thank yo-yo for reading this blog today ( ･_･)/-------◎

Finishing off with a Twin Sakusaku-panda🌸🐼

The setting is missdirectionnnnn

#Tereblog #3

https://www.nogizaka46.com/s/n46/diary/detail/101131?ima=5650&cd=MEMBER

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buttonbutton9 · 2 years

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— voyeurism + soft dom! bokuto + edging + mutual masturbation + size kink + orgasm denial + squirting + cum play + lots n lots of cum + friends 2 lovers <3 + fluff at the end + f! reader

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bokuto thinks it’s absolutely unfair.

unfair that he can hear you through the thin walls, fucking yourself, trying to hide those pretty noises leaving your mouth with every good hit inside your undoubtably pretty cunt.

it’s unfair that he can’t go over to your room and help you out, he’d do anything to get you to cum, by the sounds of it you’re having a hard time getting there- like there’s something weighing heavy on your mind. but he knows he’d be able to, he’d slave away at your pussy for hours to make sure your gushing down his cock, mouth, fingers, thighs, just anything.

every desperate little huff of air he can hear you make when you can’t reach your peak makes him grip the cock he’s been fist fucking along to you, tightly against the base. making sure to stop and relax, careful not to blow his load when you can’t.

it’s frustrating, he can hear you shuffling around your bed, getting in a new position to fuck yourself. probably thinking that this time you’ll get it right.

the tip of his dick is a purpling color, it hurts.

but he tries to reason with himself, if he’s using your sounds, your image to get off without you knowing, at least he can hold off for you, wait until he hears you whine high and desperate, wait until he hears the shaking of the bed smack against the wall- it helps him picture your cunt contract and wet itself, drip down those thighs he wants to be inbetween.

you start once more, the soft creaking of the bed giving away the full picture of what you’re doing to yourself inside the safely of your room.

“fuck, fuck! she’s humping her pillow isn’t she.” bokuto thinks outloud, a shaky hand coming up to his forehead, sweeping his hair back from a sweaty hairline.

hips move involuntarily at the image, smacking against the palm he had resting against himself, fingers tightening more and more around his dick. it’s jumping freely in the air, throbbing with each contraction of his balls. dribbles of precum hit his thigh, soiling himself in even more of it.

“it’s okay,” he thinks, the painful burn of keeping his orgasm at bay is punishment for what he’s doing.

this time you last longer before giving up, this time it’s too much.

your face is wet with tears, head knocked back to sob into the air. you’re covered in sweat and arousal, chest heaves with the peak that’s left you once more.

you’re so close, but you have a need to be stuffed. playing with your clit hasn’t satisfied you in days, your own fingers cant stretch you out and the plastic toys you have don’t offer the same warmth and movement a read dick gives you.

you’re crazy with lust and want- you call his name before you can even think about it.

why are you torturing yourself when you share a house with a perfectly virile, big man?

you know he’d give you what you need, know that with his build and athleticism, he’d be able to shoot a heavy load inside you like you want.

the prickle of embarrassment heats up your neck when you realize you can hear thumping,

“is he really com-“

the sound of your door opening stops your thought.

he walks right in, having the decency to stuff his aching cock back into his boxers before barging in. you can see that he’s hard, makes your mouth and pussy wet with the thought that he was doing this with you- to you.

“p-please, can’t cum, i can’t.” you sob openly, passing your poor cunt over your folded pillow. all it does it hurt, doesn’t bring you any pleasure or relief- you feel empty, you need a dick stuffing you.

“bo, it hurts. make me feel good.”

he almost cums right then and there, but he powers through it, mind set on sinking himself inside you.

“shit, don’t worry bunny. ‘m gunna take care of you okay?” bokuto pants, taking large strides towards you, his hand immediately finding your thighs, he’s so big and strong it doesn’t take much for him to have you on your back.

you open your legs, showing him all of you. you’re well past the point of any shame, the twisted need you feel doesn’t give any room in your mind for shame.

he takes a glance down at your pussy watching the light catch it, he can see you’re dripping down your thighs, puddling right at the curve of your ass and thighs.

his stare has your clit throbbing, he salivates when he sees the swollen bud.

he wants to split you open right now, but he can’t help but take two fingers and slide down to open your pussy lips. your cunt makes a wet sound as he drags his fingers into your folds, passing right over a fluttering hole that’s dripping.

“fuck.” he grunts.

“i don’t think your cunt can handle me. ‘s too tight.” he slurs, already upset at the thought. but you don’t listen.

“-no!”

the answer is desperate and pleading, you make a show to grab his big- wide shoulders. nails digging into the ungiving mass, arms outstretched to bring him close.

he’s so strong it takes almost all of your own strength to make him come down to you.

“please i can take it- don’t care if it hurts i need cum, i need your cum koutarou.” your words are rushed, makes his eyes roll to the back of his head when you call him by his first name.

“you’re dangerous, absolutely dangerous.” he thinks, if you want his cum, he’ll give it to you.

“that’s real dangerous bunny.” he growls, grabbing your hands off him, if you’re holding on like that he wouldn’t be able to put you in a press.

it’s harsh, but with how feverish and wildly you’re looking at him, he knows it’s what you need. knows that this is the easiest way to get you satisfied and pumped full of his cum.

he doesn’t have the time or patience to rid himself of his boxers, just slides his hand down and pulls his cock out.

you’re trying to hold back- really, but as soon as you see it, you’re hump the air. he has to hold you down, make sure you don’t hurt yourself.

“please!” you whine, acting as if you’re going to die if you don’t get what you want.

bokuto ignores it, grabbing your ankles, pushing them down so theyre almost at level with your head.

you didn’t even know your body could bend this way, it leaves you completely bared, pussy and ass at his mercy. it shuts you up, struggling to breathe in this position.

bokuto lines himself up with you, there’s a touch of resistance as he tries to sink in, having you like this helps, but he’s still so thick your lips stretch with the girth of him. it doesn’t stop him though.

“f-finally.” you breathe out, clutching his biceps when he starts pushing in.

you hear an audible pop when he slides his head in, a fucked out whine leaves your lips when he sinks in further, pushing against the restraint your tight cunt gives.

it hurts, but the drag of his dick against your walls makes elecriticty run down your toes. this is what you’ve been waiting for, what you’ve been craving. he’s so big, it fills you so much that you can feel it in your tummy, shuts your whining up, you’ve gone quiet and complaint below him.

your mouth hangs open in a desperate ‘o’ once he’s fully sheathed, bokuto looks on at you, his own teeth clenched tight while your pussy clenches down on him.

“that’s what you wanted, hm?” bokuto hums, smiling when you give him a nod.

he’s going to ruin you with how much you’re wetting the base of his dick, painting his pubes with arousal.

he doesn’t think he’s ever had anyone with a pussy this sensitive.

when bokuto finally moves, it knocks any coherent thought you had out of your head.

the slap of him against you is loud, not as loud as the scream you give him when you feel his balls slap against your ass though.

“shit.” the first pump knocks the wind out of him he takes a bit to adjust himself, making sure all of his weight is going into every downstroke. if he’s going to fuck you like you want, it was going to take a lot out of him.

but it’s not a problem, the start of him pounding into you makes you loose control of your body. you don’t know what sounds you’re making, or how hard your nails are biting into his biceps while he has your ankles in a hard grip. the only thing you are aware of, however, is the speed in which your orgasm comes barreling towards you.

the build up is familiar, a tight coil in your tummy, making you buck against him, he holds you down.

he wishes he could comment on how fast you’re loosing it, but can’t speak in favor of making sure you finish. you’re wheezing with every push down into you, weak little sounds leave your lips.

you wish he wasn’t fucking you stupid so you could tell him how good it feels, you wanna stroke his ego, make sure he knows he’s the best dick you’ve ever gotten. but you cum before you even get the chance.

it’s a messy haze of your pussy creaming, gushing all over him.

“f-fuh-“ you try and speak, try to get out just a word but you can’t. you can openly hear the splatter of it hit his tummy, can feel it run down your own, pooling in the crease of fat with how your body’s bent.

“you just squirt all over me.” koutarou declares with a fever in his voice. feels the need to let you know, his ego peaking.

“that’s a good girl.”

he doesn’t sound like himself, it’s a deep and guttural want that has him spitting the first thing that comes to him.

the praise warms you up, you clench down at it, giving him another spray.

everytime he leaves your pussy, his cock is coated in a thick creaminess, it’s settled right at the base of him and everytime he makes contact with your puffy lips, it leaves you painted in it too.

he’s still hammering you through it, you’re completely overstimulated, but it’s welcomed. you’ve missed the tingle and pure pleasure of it, he could fuck you unconscious and you’d wake up thanking him.

he follows soon after, hips stuttering, no longer giving you thrusts that jiggle your ass violently. hes pumping into you with languid strokes of his hips, when he cums he doesn’t want it everywhere. usually he’d take the time to paint you in it, smear it all over your abused cunt and clit, but you wanted it inside. he’s going to do just that.

a deep sigh leaves you when he spears himself for the final time, every spurt of that heavy cum settles right against your cervix, gravity helping to keep it there. he looks so good, biceps straining to keep you down, pecs squishing and even thicker thanks to his big arms being so close.

“t-thank you.”

it’s the first thing you’ve said throughout this whole thing, but you squeeze it out. an appreciative hum.

it’s the right thing to say to someone like him, the fact that he’s filled your cunt up with cum and milked your pussy for everything it has, and you’re looking up at him with wonder and the cutest dazed expression has him move his softening cock against you once more.

you hiccup, anything else following your gratitude dies in your throat.

“s-sorry.” bokuto stutters, now forcing his hips to still, slowly lowering your legs down to plop beside his body, keeping him settled against you still.

“it’s okay.”

it feels good to freely breathe again, the mess of your release looks nice against your stomach.

you don’t think you’d be able to look him in the eye after this, you’ve finished and now the repercussions of everything that went on weighs heavy on your mind.

he’s gentle now, letting himself slowly unwind from the pent up state your absolutely submissive self had him in.

there’s a harsh blush that creeps up his neck, tinting the tips of his ears red with the way you shyly rest a hand over your chest, the other coming to cover your tummy. it looks like you’re hiding from him, he can feel the lust settle now, knows that you’re thinking about how to detangle from him so you two still come out as friends.

but he doesn’t want that. he’s harbored such a crush for you for so long, the opportunity to fuck you was just something out of his fantasies, pure luck.

“y/n.” he whispers, letting you know that this is something to talk about. he’s still inside you for gods sake, it wasn’t good to shut him out after this.

“hm?”

“i like you... a lot.” he begins, searching your face for any hint of discomfort. all he sees is your eyes widen, a tiny smile on your face forming, you look like a cat who got its cream. absolutely pleased by his confession.

“i know. i like you too.”

it’s a punch to the gut, seeing your devious face light up like that.

“is that why you called my name?” he questions, and you nod.

“yeah, and well, you’re so big... i knew you’d be able to give me what i want.”

you were right, successfully going after what you’d been longing for, for so long. there wasn’t a chance in the world you’d give up your koutarous cock after this, no matter the dynamic that came with it.

“course i would, i’m gunna give you what you want all the time. you just say the word.” he boasts, bending down to kiss you sloppily, snatching your quip to his words right out your mouth.

it was nice finally have a big man like him in your arms, inside your cunt, keeping the cum there nice and warm.

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sondepoch · 3 years

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One Night (Marius x Reader)

Teaching a Billionaire to Touch Grass (And a Minimum Wage Worker to Treat Herself)

Marius clicks his tongue in annoyance, both at you and the cars around him. Why are there so many people on the road at 2:38 in the morning? Why did the GPS's projected time to get to your home just double? Why is the universe out to get him today, on the one night Marius thought he could catch a break?

“Okay,” he seethes, drumming his fingers on the wheel as the traffic around him grows impossible slower. He doesn’t look at you as he speaks. “We’re going to talk about how inappropriate this was.”

“I—I’m really sorry, Sir, I—”

“I’m not asking for an apology.” Maybe he is, actually. Marius is too pissed to be sure. “What I want to know is why you thought it was okay to call me, of all people.”

MASTERLIST

The car is silent.

As Marius gets inside, he thinks that this might be the first time he’s not opening the passenger door seat for a lady partner, the first time he’s allowed himself to stalk straight into the driver's seat and angrily wait for his passenger to enter on their own.

Actually, he thinks, this is also the first time in years that he's actually driving. The first time someone managed to call for him so late that even his chauffeur was off-duty.

“I’m really sorry about this, Sir,” you mumble as you climb into the seat next to him, apologies never halting as you ramble on and on and on like an idiot who can't read a room. “I, ah, didn’t think this would happen, I'm so…”

Marius ignores you.

He glances out the passenger window and catches Darius Morgan’s equally-annoyed gaze. Seriously? the man seems to be asking, an unimpressed look crossed over his face as he eyes you through the car window. I don’t fucking know, Marius’s gaze says back, and he shakes his head the slightest as he starts the car.

“What’s your address?” he asks, interrupting your apologies. Propriety should make him feel somewhat embarrassed over the way he's acting, but he can’t bring himself to be even a little polite right now.

“It’s by the Harbor. Um, if you go straight on Main Street and turn right at the—”

“Forget it,” Marius interrupts you. He taps the small car screen on his right, opening up the GPS interface. “Just type it in. I’ll drop you off.”

Your face falls at his irate voice, but you wisely don't comment on it, instead typing in your address as he asked. He watches you cautiously the whole time, for once not caring about the performance anxiety his gaze naturally brings to everyone he looks at. To your merit, you don't mess up anymore than you already have, deft fingers moving with the preciseness he’s used to seeing from you, but the skill can hardly impress him after you called him to pick you up from here, of all places. As the GPS routing sequence activates, Marius lets out an annoyed huff. This is not where he wanted to be right now.

Then, the car hums to life as he presses down on the accelerator, and he’s speeding in the direction of your home, trying to abandon his anger with the jailhouse the two of you are leaving.

I should be at home right now, he thinks as he moves onto the highway. He thinks about how long it had taken for him to coordinate this night off from Vyn’s tutoring sessions, Pax’s board meetings, his schoolwork, and the NXX’s meetings. I should be sleeping, or painting, or calling Rosa, or—

“Fuck,” he mutters when traffic begins to slow down.

He’s in a traffic jam.

So much for sleeping. And painting. And calling Rosa.

He clicks his tongue in annoyance, both at you and the cars around him. Why are there so many people on the road at—Marius glances at the car’s dashboard—2:38 in the morning? Why did the GPS's projected time to get to your home just double? Why is the universe out to get him today, on the one night Marius thought he could catch a break?

“I—I’m really sorry, Sir, I—”

“I’m not asking for an apology.” Maybe he is, actually. Marius is too pissed to be sure. “What I want to know is why you thought it was okay to call me, of all people.”

He keeps his glare fixated on the road, knowing that if he shoots you with the same thunderous look he uses to fire people, you’ll probably be too terrified to speak. Still, when you finally start talking, he can sense the fear in your voice.

His grip on the steering wheel softens the slightest.

“I, ah, initially was planning on calling Mr. Vincent. But he—”

“Really?” Marius snaps. “You’re his assistant, right?” Marius thinks back to all the times he stalked into Pax Headquarters only to see Vincent there with his morning coffee in hand and you, always three feet behind, holding Vincent’s work files. The Board of Directors criticized Marius for allowing his assistant to have an assistant, but never did he imagine you to be so…

Incompetent, he wants to say. Foolish might be a better word for it, though.

“Ah, yes. His administrative assistant.”

“And you want me to believe,” Marius huffs, “That the first person you wanted to call to bail you out of jail was the man you’re an administrative assistant to?”

Traffic gets ever slower, and Marius’s car rolls to a complete stop.

“Yes,” you whisper, and you start wringing your fingers in a manner so sheepish that Marius almost wants to believe you. Almost. “I, ah, was going to call him first. But then I remembered that his vacation started last night and that he’s already left Stellis. So I figured that if I called him, he’d just call you, so I…”

He wouldn’t call me, Marius thinks. Vincent is smart enough to find someone else to pick you up from jail. Regular people don’t ask these kinds of favors from their boss. Especially not from their boss's boss.

“Do you know that people usually ask their friends for these things?” Marius asks. Some of his anger seeps away when he realizes how apologetic you actually are, and he moves forward in traffic the slightest. “Or family, perhaps. What you did was…” Marius tries to find a kinder word than completely inappropriate. “Was highly unusual.” He sighs. “Why didn’t you ask someone else?”

He stares at you through the corner of his eye. You’re pursing your lips, holding back tears. Again, his gaze softens.

“I don't have anyone else,” you whisper.

Marius thinks it’s strange for you to imply that you even have him, especially when he’s nothing more to you than a high-level corporate executive, one that you’ve never spoken directly to in your entire life, but he doesn’t press you any further.

Releasing the final remnants of his anger in a soft sigh, he switches lanes and decides to pull into the nearest exit.

“Darius said you were in that cell since yesterday afternoon. You haven’t had dinner yet, right?”

“No, but…”

“This traffic isn’t going anywhere. We may as well get you something to eat.”

He exits easily, pulling into a district of Stellis that he’s never been in before, and ignores your quiet sniffle.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

Earlier, he was ignoring you out of spite. Now, he doesn’t respond because he wants to preserve your dignity.

As he focuses his attention on the district he's pulled to, ignoring the GPS which vehemently opposes everything he's doing, Marius realizes that he's pulled into a rather poor sector of Stellis. It’s filled with unhealthy fast food joints, late-night drunkards, and a bunch of loiterers who are eyeing his high-end car suspiciously.

After driving around and surveying the options, Marius sighs.

“The only places open are these fast-food restaurants,” he says, cleanly leaving out the option of getting food from a club or anywhere else a tabloid might be able to snap a picture. “Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah!” you chirp, and Marius finds that your smile is oddly sweet. “Ah, would you be okay with that one over there? I go there a lot, and their food is...better than other fast food places.”

Marius squints at you for a moment. He tries to recall your salary, and when he fails, he thinks of Vincent’s. Surely, you make a similar wage? You shouldn’t need to frequent fast-food restaurants like this, right?

Shaking his head, he decides not to ask about it. Things like where you eat are your business, not his, and it’s not his place to question you on your personal decisions.

He pulls up to the drive-through, somewhat relieved to find that the dine-in option isn’t even available at this hour, and lets you order whatever you want. You end up taking a meager meal, one that Marius doubts will actually fill your stomach when he can hear it growling so loudly, so when you turn to him and ask what he’ll get, he orders some fries in hopes that he can hand them off to you in case you’re still hungry.

Minutes later, the two of you are parked on the side of the road with your respective meals in your laps. Only once you’ve finished (and after Marius is starting to pawn his fries off to you, finding that they’re rather unappealing to his pallette) does he think it’s appropriate to actually breach the subject of why you were tossed in jail.

“So,” he drawls, listening to the cool hum of the air conditioner. “Drugs, huh?”

He hears you choke on a fry.

“Th-they weren’t mine!” you blurt. “Honest, Sir, they—”

“Relax,” he says, eyes flitting down. “I’m not going to have you fired over this. Vincent wouldn’t want that. If anything, the court will decide.”

You relax a little at that, but Marius can sense that you’re still on edge.

“I...appreciate that a lot, Sir. But, really, the drugs weren’t mine. I—I’m sure there’s video evidence to prove that. I was just coming home from work when a kid told me to hold onto this bag, and—”

Marius lifts an eyebrow. He may be out of touch with the realities of the common class, but even he knows how ridiculous your story is.

“I didn’t take it, though! He handed it to me and I put it on the ground! But...but an officer saw me put it on the ground and assumed it was mine...and then...you know what happened.”

Marius sighs. You've always been a good, low-profile worker. He has no reason to believe that you'd get involved with anything bad: but he can't help but doubt you. When he next speaks, his voice is laced with hesitance. “Is there anything to prove your innocence? Pax can help get you a good lawyer, but without evidence, it’ll—”

“There is!” Your eyes are too determined to be anything other than sincere. “Or, ah, there should be. It happened right outside my apartment. I’m sure someone there has surveillance footage of what happened.”

Marius ignores the quiet “hopefully” you add to the end of that.

“Alright,” he says, deciding that it’s not his place to decide whether or not he believes your story. “Tell me how you got my private number, then. Pax employees shouldn’t have access to that information.”

“Oh, ah…”

Your gaze turns sheepish. Marius grows even more interested in your response.

“Mr. Vincent had it written down a couple months ago. I accidentally saw it. I tried to forget, but…”

You seem to be kicking yourself over the blunder, but Marius is impressed. A mind that can remember something months after having seen it only once is a valuable thing, he thinks. It’s a waste for someone with your brain to be working as a mere assistant’s assistant.

“I’m really—”

“It’s okay,” Marius says. “You don’t need to apologize. I’m...not mad at you.”

And somehow, he really isn’t angry anymore.

The two of you finish your meal soon enough, Marius having successfully pressed his fries into your hands. It seems that you really are hungry because you down those in a manner of minutes, and the man almost regrets not having ordered more when he hears your stomach still grumbling beneath the hum of the car as he returns to the highway.

As Marius lets the GPS guide him back onto Stellis’s most frequented roads, he’s pleasantly surprised to find that all traffic is gone. He speeds down the road with a renewed vigor, somehow sidestepping the usual sleepiness that overcomes him during these kinds of drives with your idle commentary of the road, little mentions of “I once saw a turtle here” and “there used to be four lanes here, but they changed it to five” and “this mile-post had the wrong number on it for years before I reported it and highway patrol got it changed.”

If anything, there’s a faint smile on his face when he finally pulls off the freeway, almost amused by your quiet chit-chat.

“Is this the right neighborhood?” Marius asks as he pulls into one of Stellis’s residential districts.

“Yeah, it’s just a little further down.” You gather your purse in your lap and thank Marius for the umpteenth time.

“It's okay,” he says, slowing down. The apartments are looking poorer, now, dingier, but he tries not to let that show on his face. “Is it here?”

“Right at the end of the street,” you say, and with only a mildly concerned look on his face, Marius drives you further down the road.

His eyebrows furrow as he realizes what kind of neighborhood you live in, and he wonders if your wage truly is so poor that you have to live here, of all places. The apartment complexes here are unrenovated, a disappointing amount of them sporting broken glass or graffiti on them. Litter covers the grounds, and even in the thick, 3-AM darkness, Marius can make out hundreds of beer cans scattered across the lawns. Bushes are either dying or overgrown, and there are cigarette butts everywhere.

Marius realizes that between his suit, his car, and his three earrings, he might have more money on him than everyone who lives here combined.

“Which...which of these apartments is yours?”

He looks around warily, quietly hoping that you’ll say it’s none of them.

“Ah, it’s the first window on the second floor of that…” you trail off as your pointer finger lands on an apartment where all lights are lit—and three masked figures stand illuminated, clearly ransacking your house.

“Oh my god,” Marius blurts, already getting his phone out. “You’re getting robbed, what the—”

“No, no!” You’re quick to place a hand on Marius’s arm before he can dial Emergency Services. “Those are, ah, just the neighborhood boys. They...they do bad things, but they’re good kids. Don’t worry. I’ll chase them out in no time, you don’t have to—”

“Are you serious?” Marius asks, dumbfounded. “This—how can you go back to a home like that? You could die, or—or—”

“Sir,” you say, looking him in the eyes with more seriousness than he’s seen from you this entire night. “With all due respect, this is the best I can afford.”

Marius falls silent at that.

You open the door silently, casting your eyes down. “Thank you again for everything,” you murmur. “I...I really appreciate it. I’ll do my best to make sure it never happens again.”

But then, Marius thinks about the weak story you gave to him earlier, where you claimed that someone handed you drugs and then left you with them, and he wonders whether it might have actually been true. Whether this neighborhood, with its burglars and alcoholism and litter, could actually present you with that reality. Whether something like that may happen again to you, or, worse, Marius thinks as he glances back into your apartment at the three masked robbers, if you could actually get hurt.

Against all better judgment, his arm snaps out. He grips your wrist instantly, not thinking about propriety or class divisions or economic status or anything other than you, one of his company’s employees, and your safety.

“Don’t go there,” he blurts. When he realizes that you’re not tearing your arm free of him, he speaks again. “At least, not while they’re there. I’ll come back here with you tomorrow to make sure you can return in a safe environment, and—”

“Sir, I can’t just get a hotel or—”

“I have two guest bedrooms. You can take your pick. Just—ah—” Marius glances out the window at the poor neighborhood you live in, and he winces. “I can’t let you go home to this. Not...not while there are robbers in your house. Please understand.”

“This...this kind of problem doesn’t just go away,” you mumble, but Marius relaxes when he sees your grip on the door loosen. “And besides, it really wouldn’t be appropriate for me to stay in your apartment.”

“Most people wouldn’t call it appropriate to call your company’s CEO to bail you out of jail,” Marius jokes, but the humor of it is lost on you.

“I…”

Your face falls.

“A—that was a joke,” Marius stutters. “I was joking.”

“Right.”

The atmosphere of the car goes awkward, made even worse by the GPS’s automated reminder that your destination is on the left, but the more Marius looks out his window, the more he decides that he can’t possibly let you return to this apartment. He’ll give you a raise if he has to, but this is something no one should be subject to.

“Alright,” you finally relent after Marius makes it clear that he won’t speak unless it’s to plead with you more. “Just for one night.”

“Just for one night,” Marius agrees, already planning how he can make sure that you have a better home to return to than this one for all future nights to come.

#Word Count: 2.7k #female reader #tw: robbery #Tears of Themis #tot #tears of themis x reader #tears of themis marius #tears of themis lu jinghe #marius x reader #lu jinghe x reader #billionaire x poor girl #part of a series #i have extremely mixed feelings about this piece so eh #more to come in this hopefully

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shemarmooresfedora · 3 years

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Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: pure fluff and a happy ending as promised :)

A/N: the final chapter 😭❤️ see my full note at the end

Masterlist

Chapter 37

“What’s your location? Over,” the walkie talkie on the kitchen counter crackled.

“Dino chicken nuggets are coming out of the oven as we speak. Over,” you replied back.

“Roger that. Over and out,” Jo stated and the walkie talkie went back to static.

Spencer got them as a gift for her and she would constantly have one with her, giving the other to someone before leaving the room so they could talk through it.

You headed out to the back porch and down the steps into the yard with a big plate of nuggets and dipping sauces as well as some juice boxes and applesauce for the twins.

“Coast is clear. Do you copy? Over,” you spoke into the walkie talkie.

“Affirmative. Bring ‘em up,” Jo exited the main part of the treehouse and you saw her on its little porch.

Spencer had built her a little pulley system with a basket and rope so she could lower or raise items up into the treehouse instead of carrying them up the ladder.

You placed the food and drinks inside and then made your way up the wooden ladder.

“Thank you, Mommy,” Jo smiled as she bit into a nugget.

“No problem, Cadet Jo,” you ruffled her hair up a little as she giggled.

You ducked to get through the door of the treehouse and sat down on a cushion on the floor next to Spencer who had both the twins in his lap.

“What are we watching?” you asked as you clipped the twins’ bibs on.

“Cars!” Jo cheered.

“I wanted to watch a subtitled Russian film but I was ‘boo’ed when I made that suggestion,” Spencer grinned as he grabbed the spoon to start feeding the babies.

“Hm I wonder why,” you teased.

Once Jo got the movie playing on the laptop, she took a seat in your lap with the plate of nuggets and took turns eating one, then handing one to you, then Spencer.

Once all the kids were fast asleep in your laps and the credits were rolling, you turned to Spencer.

“You and Derek really did a good job building this treehouse, love,” you complimented him.

“Anything for my family,” he smiled, then leaned over to kiss you.

It was the morning of Jo’s 8th birthday party. You wanted to make it extra special in light of what happened at her 7th birthday party.

Spencer kept reminding you that it wasn’t your fault a psychopath shot you and sent you to the hospital but you just wanted to give Jo the party she deserves.

You rented a bouncy house and an inflatable water slide. Spencer was doing a magic show and Penelope was doing face paintings. You baked a huge stegosaurus-shaped cake from scratch. No kid would be bored and Jo would have an amazing time.

You settled for having it in your backyard instead of the park now that you had plenty of room. The whole team came over earlier to help set up.

Penelope got all her paints organized on the porch table as Spencer set up his mini stage for the performance. Hotch and Derek filled the slide with water while you and Emily carefully brought the massive cake to the table outside.

Jo came running outside already in her swimsuit, eager to get the first splash in the water slide.

“You have to come with me, Uncle Derek,” she insisted.

“Jo, I don’t have my swimsuit on,” he replied.

“You’re in athletic shorts. They’ll dry quick,” Savannah, his girlfriend, yelled from where she was setting up the food table.

Derek looked to Hotch to help him out. Hotch pointed back to Jo who was giving him puppy dog eyes.

“Fine,” he groaned, taking off his shirt which elicited a holler from Penelope.

Jo made her way up the steps with Derek right behind her.

Jo sat down in Derek’s lap and then turned around to face him.

“Okay, ready?” she asked him.

Derek nodded and then pushed off, sending them both down the slippery slide.

“Weee!” Jo exclaimed as they slid down.

“Again,” she demanded, “Where’s Daddy?”

“He went to put his swimsuit on, Baby J, so he can go with you,” you told her as you set Ollie down next to Ophelia in the playpen outside.

“Coming, Princess!” Spencer ran outside and scooped the little girl up in his arms as he trekked up the steps.

“How about we go down like a penguin this time?” he suggested.

Jo nodded enthusiastically as Spencer got onto his belly and Jo laid on top of him and wrapped her hands around his neck.

“1…2…3!” Spencer pushed off and they raced down the slide again, Jo giggling the whole time.

“Again!” Jo said.

“I think we are going to have to buy one of these, love,” Spencer called over to you, laughing and running up the stairs right behind Jo again.

“Please welcome my lovely assistant to the stage,” Spencer spoke in his magician tuxedo.

You waved as the audience clapped. You were wearing a sparkly red sequin dress to compliment Spencer’s bow tie.

“I am going to make my assistant…disappear,” he stated.

The kids in the audience gasped.

Spencer took your hand and guided you to the big black box in the center of the stage.

“Just like we practiced,” he whispered to you as you stepped inside.

You winked and he kissed your hand as he let go and closed the door.

Spencer knocked on the door a few times and wiggled his hands for some showmanship.

“Okay, on the count of 3. We’re all going to yell ‘Abracadabra’,” Spencer explained, “1…2…3!”

“Abracadabra!” all the kids yelled.

Spencer set off a small smoke bomb and quickly opened the door, revealing an empty box.

The kids all screamed in wonder.

“Bring Mommy back!” Jo yelled.

You had to stifle your laughter from behind the fake wall in the box you were hiding behind.

“Your wish is my command, Princess,” Spencer closed the door again.

“To reverse the spell, we need to say the exact same word,” Spencer stated.

“Abracadabra!” the kids yelled once again.

This time, you opened the door and the kids clapped enthusiastically.

“For this next trick, I need a volunteer from the audience,” Spencer smiled.

All the kids’ hands shot up in the air.

“I’m going to have to go with the wonderful birthday girl right in the front row,” you took Jo’s hand and escorted her up onto the stage.

“Jo, I need you to pick a card, any card. Show the audience but not me,” Spencer fanned the cards out in his hands and closed his eyes.

Jo picked the ace of hearts and showed the audience.

“Now, put it back in the pile,” he said.

“Alright,” Spencer opened his eyes and began to shuffle the cards, “Is this your card?” he asked, holding the eight of spades.

“No, Daddy. Try again,” Jo said.

“Is this it?” he questioned, holding the queen of diamonds.

“No, Daddy.”

“Oh,” Spencer smacked his forehead, “I know where I put it,” he pulled off his top hat.

Spencer then proceeded to pull a bouquet of flowers, an endless handkerchief, a rubber chicken, and many other silly things out of his hat that had the kids in tears from laughing.

Finally, he pulled out the ace of hearts, “Is this your card, Princess?”

“Yes, Daddy!” she beamed, hugging him.

Jo’s birthday was a complete success. She was completely worn out by the end of it and slept in late the next morning.

But when she did finally wake, she was eager to try out her gift that you and Spencer had gotten her: a big kid bike with no training wheels. It was purple which was her favorite color with a white basket on the front and a little bell on the handlebars.

You and Spencer were going to teach her how to ride it today. She padded up with some knee pads and elbow pads and her helmet.

You had the twins in their double stroller with mini bucket hats on to protect them from the sun.

“Okay, Jo. Me and Daddy will run with you for a little but then we’re going to let go but you’re going to keep pedaling,” you explained to her.

“I’m scared,” she replied, looking at the street in front of her.

You were practicing in the street in front of your house because it wasn’t very busy and it was flat. Plus, you could leave the twins in the stroller in the driveway.

“It’s okay, Baby J. You’ve got all your padding on so even if you fall, it won’t hurt at all, I promise,” you assured her.

“I believe in you, Princess,” Spencer kissed her helmet-covered head.

“I’m ready,” she nodded, moving her feet to the pedals.

“That’s my girl,” you smiled.

You and Spencer began to jog alongside her as she pedaled.

Spencer looked at you, “Okay, Princess. We’re letting go.”

You and Spencer both removed your hands from her bike and she continued to speed forward.

“Yes, Jo! You’re doing it! ” you encouraged her.

“Princess, can you turn around and come back to me and Mommy?” Spencer asked.

Jo carefully steered her bike and headed back to you both with a massive smile on her face. You and Spencer were loudly cheering her on.

“Okay, try to brake,” you said.

Jo slowly came to a stop right in between you both.

“You’re a pro!” you grinned as you both knelt down to hug her.

Jo had been biking for the past hour and she was still having a blast.

You and Spencer were laying in the front yard with the twins in your laps.

“Mommy, Daddy! Look!” Jo exclaimed as she did donuts on the bike.

“We’re looking, Baby J,” you laughed, “Great job!”

You leaned your head on Spencer’s shoulder.

“Y/N…” Spencer began.

“Yes, Spence?”

“Thank you,” he replied.

“For what?” you looked up at him.

“All this,” he motioned to Jo, the twins, the house, the yard, the chalk drawings on the driveway, the rocking chairs on the front porch, the doormat that said ‘The Reids’, everything he ever dreamed of, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you kissed him, “I’d give you the world if I could.”

“You already have,” he smiled.

A/N: thank you everyone so so so much for reading, commenting, reblogging, etc.! i love you all so much. i’m probably going to miss this too much and do one-shots of this series in the future. also, this series hit 14,000 on ao3! that’s crazy that that many people read my work. thank you, just thank you! -dory <3

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twstarchives · 3 years

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Let Me Go!!

Card: Dorm Uniform - SSR Characters: Epel, Rook, Vil, Idia

Chapter 1

—INTERIOR HALLWAY—

Epel: Um... This is where the film studies club meets, right?

—CLASSROOM—

Epel: Excuse me...

Rook: Hello, Epel-kun! I see Vil asked you to lend a hand here.

Epel: I’d say it’s more like I was forced... Did he ask you too?

Rook: I’m helping on my own accord. The pleasure is all mine if I’m able to be with Vil.

(Clap, clap!)

Vil: Film studies club! Everyone gather around.

I’m going to discuss the details for when we begin our next student-produced film.

I’ll hand out the script first. Everyone, take one each.

Epel: Whoa, this script is so thick. They must really go all out with their activities here...

Vil: The next film we’re producing will be about time travel.

It’s set in the present day. The students of Night Raven College use a time machine...

And travel to the era of the Great Seven’s Fairest Queen of All.

Rook: The era of the Fairest Queen of All... How très bien!

What a fascinating idea, don’t you think, Epel-kun?

Epel: Hah... I guess.

Vil: The leading role is still undecided. I’ll let you know once I’ve chosen them.

Now, the time machine is the key item in this story... Epel!

Epel: ! Yes?!

Vil: I’m putting you in charge of designing it.

Epel: What?! I-I’m just the help. Why am I in charge of something so important...?

Vil: I’ve deemed you the most suitable for this.

Epel: (What gave him that idea?! I’ve never designed anything in my life. I want to say no...)

Vil: The time machine will use a magical wheel as a base. You’ll be customizing the exterior.

This way, we can shoot driving scenes.

Epel: You said magical wheel...?!

Vil: Yes. I’ve already arranged for one to use in our shooting.

I’ve asked Ignihyde’s dorm leader, Idia, to modify it, so you will work with him to complete it.

Epel: Got it!

Vil: ...You sounded very genuine there. Well, if you’re feeling motivated now, then that’s fine.

The theme of the time machine’s design should be “something beautiful and fitting for the setting.”

Your deadline is in three days at noon. Is that clear?

Epel: Yes, Vil-san!

(I was so reluctant about having to help out the film studies club... but I didn’t expect there to be a magical wheel involved!)

(That feeling of the passenger becoming one with the vehicle as they ride on... Just watchin’ it gets me all excited.)

(Maybe if I made a design that makes Vil-san’s jaw drop, he’d even let me take it for a test run.)

(Okay, I’m gonna do my best!!)

—IGNIHYDE DORM - LOUNGE—

Epel: I’m Epel, a first-year from Pomefiore. You’re Idia-san, right? Let’s work hard together.

Idia: Ugh... The glittery Pomefioran is here, hurray...

O-Oh, um... Vil-shi explained everything to me. We’ll use this lounge to work...

Epel: Okay, thank you.

Oh, that’s the magical wheel we’re going to modify there next to you, right? It’s so cool...!!

Idia: Hah... I only agreed to this ‘cause Vil-shi said he’d compensate me...

But working with other people... really makes me irritated by the second.

I need to finish this and go back to my room ASAP before my sanity gauge runs out.

Epel: (I know Vil-san’s taste pretty well since he’s been training me for months ever since I enrolled here.)

(I need to aim for a fancy design that goes with the setting and also satisfies Vil-san.)

Idia-san. Let’s do our best designing this magical wheel...!

Idia: Yeah. Let’s get this done as fast as we can...

Chapter 2

—IGNIHYDE DORM - LOUNGE—

Epel: It took all night... but it’s done! Idia-san, the coloring for the magical wheel is all finished.

Idia: Congrats on getting it done. You told Vil-shi you’d show it to him once it was finished, right? Shouldn’t you call him?

And end this so I can be alone.

Epel: Yes, I’ll go do that!

Epel: Here’s the magical wheel, painted to look like a time machine.

The design was inspired by the peacock engraved into the Fairest Queen of All’s favorite chair.

Vil: ......

Epel: Um... Vil-san?

Vil: Epel. Are you satisfied with this design?

Epel: What do you mean, am I satisfied...?

Vil: I ordered you to design something “beautiful and fitting for the setting.”

However, this piece conveys nothing from the creator’s heart.

You wouldn’t consider this design “beautiful,” would you?

Epel: ...! Well, I...

Vil: To me, this looks like you only tried to match the setting.

Redo it, Epel. And don’t think about coming back to the dorm until it’s finished.

Epel: What?! Vil-san, wait a seco— ...He’s gone.

...Dammit! How can he be angry that I made it exactly as he said...?!

But I get to work with a magical wheel, which I love so much. No way am I giving up after failing once!

I need to make something that I think is beautiful, that matches the setting,

And something that would make Vil-san satisfied, right?

I’m gonna do it!!

...... But what would that be...?

—IGNIHYDE DORM - IDIA’S ROOM—

Idia: Hehee! I got that kitty accessory I wanted! It’s a rare strength item that boosts my speed by 100!

Hehehe, now, the boss from this ultra-hard quest... You should tremble in fear of my dodging power.

(Running footsteps!)

(Epel barges in)

Epel: Idia-san!

Idia: Eee! E-E-E-E-Epel-shi! It’s rude to come into someone’s room without knocking!

Epel: Oh... S-Sorry.

It’s just, we have to redo the time machine...

Idia: Hah? He rejected that flashy design?

Epel: Yeah... So please help me make it over again!

Idia: (I can’t believe Vil-shi. He should’ve done this himself if he was going for something specific. Why’d he leave it to someone else?)

(I can’t stand them taking away my gaming time anymore. I gotta get this done now and chase out Epel-shi...)

H-Hey, Epel-shi. Do you have anything you’re good at?

Epel: Huh? Why are you asking?

Idia: ‘Cause wouldn’t this get done faster if Vil-shi just made it himself instead of having you make it over again?

But he still put you up to it... So shouldn’t you consider that maybe you’ve got some kind of secret talent?

In online games, leveling up skills you’re good at makes getting through the game easier.

Epel: But I’m just good at things like carving apples. I can’t really use that in desig——

(...Hm? Apples...?)

I figured it out!!

Idia: Ee! I-I-It scares me when you yell out of nowhere! Wh-What did you figure out?

Epel: I figured out what I can make that’s as beautiful and fitting for the setting as I can!

Idia: I-I’m glad to see you came up with an idea. Well, let’s get on with it then.

Epel: Huh? But you stayed up all night last night. Are you sure you shouldn’t rest a little...?

Idia: Heh, staying up all night is nothing to me. I stan a group of idols who look elderly but with hearts eternally 17...

And even Moirai on the Edge can do live performances for 72 hours straight.

We’ll prevail over this ultra-hard quest!

Epel: M-Moi...rai? I-I don’t know what that means, but let’s work hard!

(This time, we’ll make a design that Vil-sanーno, that anyone would approve of!)

Chapter 3

ーーThe day the time machine is due.

???: ...el... Epel!

—IGNIHYDE DORM - LOUNGE—

Epel: *Yawns*...?

Huh? Ahh! When did I go to sleep?! And Vil-san, what’re you doin’ here?

Vil: Your deadline is today at noon, so I came to check up on how you were doing. Honestly, I cannot believe you were sprawled out asleep on the floor.

So? Have you finished the time machine?

Epel: Oh... I did. Take a look at this!

There’s a story where the Fairest Queen of All made a poisoned apple, right?

So this time, I used that as my inspiration.

The color of the whole body represents a ripe, red, shining apple.

Like one you reach out to take without even realizing it... Anyway, I made sure it looked delicious!

Vil: Hmm... Go on.

Epel: Right. The other thing I worked especially hard on was this design that’s hidden when the machine is stopped, and only gets revealed when it starts up.

I’ll turn it on to let you see.

Vil: ! You painted the tire kept inside... Is that a skull?

Epel: Yes! One of the stories mentioned that a skull rose up before the poisoned apple the Queen made turned red...

So I added a symbol that can’t be seen from the outside unless you start it up.

This time machine is as “beautiful and fitting for the setting” as I can make it right now!

Vil: ...Allow me to ask you one thing. Why did you change to a poisoned apple?

Epel: Um... When I tried to use a peacock in my design, I honestly couldn’t tell if it was good or bad...

But then I thought, no one would be able to resist a design that makes apples look appealin’...!!

Vil: ......

...Heh. You finally came up with a design that reflects you.

Epel: ...! Yeah!

Vil: Now, I will leave you with the keys to this magical wheel.

Epel: Huh? Why me?

Vil: I’m heading back to our set. You’ll deliver the machine to the film studies club yourself.

You have until noon to bring it, just as we discussed. Don’t be late. Understood?

(Vil leaves)

Epel: ...If he was in such a rush, he could’ve just taken it himself... Wait, hold on?!

Does this mean I can ride it back to the set... maybe?

AHH~! ALL RIGHT!!

Idia: Ugh... Epel-shi, you’re too loud... Your voice is ringing through my sleep-deprived head...

Epel: Oh! S-Sorry, Idia-san.

I’ve always wanted a magical wheel... And I get to ride one I designed myself. I just can’t believe it...

Alright, let’s get to the school building!

—MAIN STREET—

Film Studies Student A: Hm...? What’s that? There’s something coming towards us from the front gate.

Rook: That is a magical wheel. And the one driving it is... Monsieur Cherry Apple, Epel-kun.

Film Studies Student A: It’s so glossy, like a real apple... And his Pomefiore uniform looks so nice. It’s beautiful!

Film Studies Student B: Driving that machine, Epel-kun’s got a radiance that’s different from his usual frail beauty.

Film Studies Student C: Yeah. That piercing cold look and his unconsciously curled-up lips... I’m so drawn to it; I can’t look away.

Rook: Did you hear that, Vil? Everyone is praising Epel-kun!

Vil: Hehe, these potatoes’ reactions are perfect.

Epel: Oh... There he is! Vil-san! Just as promised, I’m here to deliver this.

Let me stop the machine... Okay. Well, I’ll get going now.

Vil: Hold it, Epel. Stay right there.

Film studies club, your attention! I have an announcement to make regarding our next film.

For our undecided leading role... I’ve decided to cast Epel right here.

Epel: Wh... What?!

Vil: You all saw how he looked riding that time machine, yes?

I believe there’s no better person out there more suited for this role. Are there any objections?

Rook: It’s true, the sight of him riding that time machine up here almost felt like a scene from a movie.

Film Studies Student B: Yeah! Hats off to you for how dashing you looked. I’ll let you have my seat today.

Epel: W-Wait a second. I thought I was just helping with the design——

Vil: I’ve already made up my mind. I’ll thoroughly train you to be an actor, so do prepare yourself.

Now, you must do a costume fitting. Costume committee, take Epel to our club room.

Costume Committee: Okay!

Epel: I-I still haven’t said anything about doing th—let me go!!

Vil: ...I see now how drastically the sparkle in his eyes changes depending on whether he’s interested or not. Honestly. He’s a difficult apple to deal with.

Rook: Epel-kun was shining like a completely different person than he was yesterday, yes...

But perhaps were you anticipating this finale from the start?

Vil: Well, now. Who’s to say?

#twisted wonderland #epel felmier #personal story #dorm uniform

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coltsbitch · 3 years

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replaced ~ colt grice x reader

colt grice x reader; fluff; 1.7k words summary: getting replaced doesn’t feel so great for colt

masterlist ~ replaced pt.2

Falco has stars in his eyes whenever he talks about you and it’s slowly driving Colt insane. Colt has only been gone four months and it’s clear he is no longer the younger boy’s favorite person anymore.

“She even cuts my sandwich into the shape of dinosaurs!”

Colt rolls his eyes, “Oh yeah?” But Falco is too young to pick up on the disinterest and annoyance lacing his voice.

Colt was sure he would have run out of things to talk about over the weekend but it’s Monday morning and Falco is still going on and on about how great you are, and all the fun things the two of you do together in the afternoons.

Leaving Falco to attend a school three hours away had been hard enough when he was looking at his brother’s tear stained face the morning he left. But it was harder for Colt when he returned for winter break and all Falco wanted to do was ramble on and on about his replacement.

Of course he had heard about you from his parents when they said they were going to start having the neighbor’s granddaughter spend the afternoons with Falco until he was a little older to be at home by himself.

But it was Colt who for years picked Falco up from school and spend the afternoons helping him with his homework, fixing him dinner, and keeping him entertained. So, he was surprised to see how taken Falco had become with you. Colt was supposed to be Falco’s hero. The person he looked up to and wanted to spend every minute with, and it was starting to get on Colt’s last nerve.

“Alright!” Colt cuts off Falco during a story about how you helped him get past the level of his game he had been stuck on for a week, “We’re here. Look for me after school, okay?”

Falco pauses from unbuckling his seat belt, a small frown on his face, “Oh, you’re picking me up?”

Colt tightens his grip on the steering wheel, “Yeah, we’re gonna spend the afternoon together. Okay?”

Falco sighs, “Okay.”

Colt feels his heart break a little. Sure, Falco might be obsessed with this new babysitter, but that shouldn’t mean he doesn’t even want to hang out with Colt, right?

“If you want, we can get ice cream when I pick you up?”

That does the trick and Falco perks up immediately, “Even though it’s wintertime?”

“We’re not going to eat it outside, silly.” Colt smiles at his brother who is thinking this over, “Now hurry up, you don’t want to be late.”

“Okay! Bye Colt!”

He watches Falco sprint along the sidewalk, dodging patches of ice. Colt pulls away when he’s sure his brother is in the building, reminding himself to berate Falco for the running in this weather.

Colt spends the day running a few errands and tidying up the house. It’s clear that Falco has been slacking on his chores without Colt around to remind him.

He rolls his eyes as he finds another one of Falco’s toys laying on the ground. Colt picks it up to toss into Falco’s room, but his eye is caught on a giant drawing hanging above his bed as he’s shutting the door. It’s one of those poster boards someone might use for a school project.

But Falco has instead painted a picture. Flowers in the corner and clouds along the top, completed with five stick figures. Colt looks closer and can see Falco has labeled each person. Mom and dad. Colt. One that says ‘me!’ And finally, your name.

Colt feels an irrational anger over come his body. Your stick figure is closet to Falco, even holding hands while Colt’s is on the opposite side of their parents.

Colt knows it’s just a silly drawing, maybe you had even helped him (if the neat handwriting is to go by anything). But it pisses him off to no end to see that his stick figure doesn’t even get to hold Falco’s free hand.

Colt grumbles as he retreats to his room, counting down the hours until he needs to leave to pick up Falco. All the while planning as many things as possible the two of them can do in the four short weeks Colt will be home.

They’ll get ice cream today, and they can have a snowball fight or build a snowman later. And Colt can take Falco to the comic bookstore this weekend, and then the two of them can order a pizza while reading whatever they pick up. Maybe Colt can even host a sleepover for Falco and his friends one night and spoil all of them with too much sugar.

Yeah. These things will get him back at Falco’s number one spot.

Colt decides to leave a little earlier than needed, just to be sure that Falco doesn’t have to wait. When Colt arrives at the school, he decides to park and wait in the courtyard. This time of year, most people are waiting in the warmth of their car for their child. But it reminds Colt of the years before he could drive and would walk Falco to and from school each day.

There are a few other people milling around. Colt fiddles with his phone, having arrived maybe a little too early. But eventually Colt hears the bell signaling the end of the school day.

The doors burst open with too many children to count and Colt tries to pick out his brother from all the other bundled up children. He spots Falco’s friend Gabi first, hard to miss the little girl who looks like she’s marching into battle. And then he sees his brother trailing after her.

“Falco!” Colt calls out, waving his hand a little.

Falco’s head perks up in Colt’s direction, and then he’s running towards him.

Colt laughs a little to himself, enjoying the excitement radiating from Falco’s body. Colt is sure this boy is going to tackle him to the ground at the speed he’s going, but instead Falco barrels right past him.

“Falco!” Colt calls after him, but Falco must not notice as he runs up to who Colt can only assume to be you.

You bend at the knees with your arms wide open as Falco wraps his arms around your neck. You hug the boy tight before pulling away, a smile on your face while Falco talks with his mouth moving so fast Colt is sure there’s no way you’re keeping up.

Colt attributes the feeling in his stomach to be the disappointment of Falco picking you over him and has nothing to do with how pretty your smile is.

“Falco.” Colt is standing in front of the two of you, a small frown on his face.

“Colt!” He turns around excitedly, wrapping his arms around Colt’s waist in a hug.

Colt is taken back by the sudden affection from Falco, patting his head awkwardly as you smile at the scene.

“I thought you were picking me up today, but then I saw ___ and I wasn’t sure if you were still here, but now you’re both here!”

“Hi. Your parents said you would be home this week, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be here.” You stand, and give a little wave.

“Of course I would pick up Falco.” Colt bites out a little more aggressively than needed.

You smile again and quirk an eyebrow. Colt flushes because it feels like you see right through him and it makes him feel off balance.

“Well, I’m glad I could finally meet you. This one never stops talking about you.” You pinch Falco’s cheek who just swats at your hand.

“Colt used to pick me up every single day!”

“I know.” You tell Falco, though Colt picks up that this probably isn’t the first time you’ve heard this fact, “He’s such a good big brother.”

Colt feels his face flush even further at your compliment.

“Colt?” Falco asks in a whiny voice, “Can ___ come with us to get ice cream?”

Colt stammers for a second and looks at you, “Well I’m sure ___ might have somewhere to be.”

“No she doesn’t!” Falco whips his head to you, “You don’t have anywhere to be right?”

You laugh softly and Colt swears that it sounds like tinkling bells, “I don’t know Falco, it’s kind of cold out for ice cream.” Your eyes meet Colt’s, a silent question, while giving room for you to back off if Colt wants to spend some time with Falco alone.

And if someone had asked Colt an hour ago what he would do, Falco would have already been thrown into the back seat, the two of them driving far away from this girl who was trying to steal his little brother from him.

But now seeing you? Bundled up with a knitted hat pulled down to your eyes and a smile that Colt thinks he never wants to see leave your face. Falco’s stick figure drawing didn’t do you justice.

“We’re not going to eat it outside.” Colt tilts his voice at the end, eyes darting to yours and back to Falco’s nervously.

Colt is rewarded with a giant smile from you that makes his breath catch and heart miss a beat. “Well, when you put it that way, I guess I have to come.”

Falco cheers between the two of you, grabbing each of your hands and throwing them into the air.

You let out another laugh that is definitely going to send him into cardiac arrest one day.

Falco drags both of you to the parking lot already contemplating which flavor to get and how many scoops he wants.

Colt looks over at you, as you’re indulging Falco with his wild talks of a hundred scoop ice cream cone. But you must feel the stare because your eyes meet Colt’s, and you give him a cheeky smile when you see he’s staring.

Yeah. Colt’s starting to understand why Falco has stars in his eyes when he talks about you.

#colt grice x reader #colt grice #snk #aot #snk x reader #aot x reader

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wheresmybuckyhoes · 3 years

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I am not sitting on you Bucky (smut)

Summary: You need to sit in Bucky’s lap for a car ride, and obvisouly he takes up the opportunity to do certain things to you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: smut (18+), swearing, public fingering, pet names, using the metal arm very wisely ;)

Note from moi: I literally just had this idea and it’s so fricking hot so enjoy!

‘Everyone in the car now!’ Commanded Steve as he tossed his shield in the boot of the car, slamming it shut a lot harder than intended.

‘Rogers this is a party. You know... a thing to attend when you want to relax and take a day off. We aren’t on a mission, so chill!’ you laughed, gently shoving his arm earning sniggers from Thor and Bucky. You, Thor, Steve, and Bucky were going to a party in celebration of the success of your recent mission. Steve wouldn’t tell any of you what he had planned, despite the constant bugging from you and Thor. Bucky couldn’t care less what Steve had planned, as long as you weren’t going to Hydra’s base. The 4 of you made your way over to Steve’s old car. It was a beautiful shade of blue, although the paint was peeled and rusty.

‘Human cars are pathetic. In Azgard we have these amazing golden spaceships way better than...’ you heard Thor’s deep voice boom behind you. You narrowed your eyes as you approached the car. You couldn’t really tell what was weird about it due to the built up dirt on the windows, but something was off. You opened your mouth to comment on it before Steve cleared his throat awkwardly. ‘This car maaaay only have 3 seats due to an unfortunate explosion which ripped a hole through one of the back seats. Any chance you can fly Thor?’ Steve said, looking around. ‘If you think I’m going to FLY in this hot weather when I havnt even eaten yet today you are very much mistak...’ Thor began but was interrupted by a low voice from behind you.

‘Y/n can sit on me’ Bucky said calmly, as you turned around quickly to protest, trying to get a word out only to be cut of by Steve clapping his hands together. ‘Great! Right team let’s go!’ He smiled, getting into the drivers seat with Thor beside him. ‘I’m not sitting on you Bucky’ you said to Bucky, crossing your arms watching him lean against the car door, his eyes looking at you with a weird look. Almost lustful. He took a step towards you as you stared into his eyes, not daring to back down first. ‘Well you better princess, Cap just turned the engine on. I promise I’ll hold you tight’ he winked at you before opening the passenger door and getting in. You looked around at the empty street, flustered. If he thinks for one second you are going to enjoy this, he is very mistaken. You huff, and get in the car, quickly sitting on Bucky and shutting the door.

Steve and Thor were busy chatting away about beards and Loki, and you had been driving for half an hour with no problems. But as you looked out of the window, you suddenly felt a cold metal hand graze your thigh. You jumped at the feeling, only to feel Bucky use his other hand to cover your mouth and pull your head back, so his mouth barley touched your ear. ‘You look like you havn’t been pleased for a long time, y/n. Getting all flustered when I hadn’t even touched you yet. I think a princess like you deserves to feel good. So, you keep quiet for me, and I can help you out. Sounds good?’ he whispered in your ear, sending shivers all the way down your spine, feeling butterflies in more areas than one.

You were so confused and shocked at this sudden advance. You were friends with Bucky, even good friends. But to be honest, you havn’t been able to really get of since you started going on missions, being very busy, and you always caught Bucky staring at you when he had the chance. You were sure he also hadn’t been able to touch a girl in a while due to being just as busy if not more busy than you. So for some reason, you nodded slowly, moving your hands down either side of you, gripping his legs.

That was all Bucky needed. His strong metal arm moved to cover your mouth properly as his other, still strong hand smoothly slid down your waist. He slid it beneath your skirt, while still being above your panties. He kissed your neck as he began to gently rub your clit in slow circles, earning a small moan from you which was quickly muffled by his hand. Thor and Chris were still blissfully unaware as to what was going on in the back seat.

Bucky sped up slightly, feeling you soak through your panties very, very quickly. He leaned in to groan quietly in your ear ‘so wet for me already’. You rolled your eyes into the back of your head - not from the sarcasm but from the absolute pleasure you had just receive from the tingling hum of Bucky’s voice by your ear. Bucky was speeding up his circles, and you began to quickly feel the warm knot in your stomach begin to build up, nearing your release at a rather fast pace. You began to slightly shake, and as you began to breath heavier, Bucky decided it would be a great idea to pull his fingers away completely.

You wanted to scream but all it resulted in was your whining into his hand and you gripping his legs, trying not to cry. You were so close, and the lack of friction was torture. Bucky leaned in once more, grabbing your hair by the roots (so it didn’t hurt) and pulling your head back. ‘Did you want me to let you finish?’ he asked innocently. You nodded furiously, grabbing at his hand and trying to put it back in its place. ‘Very eager. Don’t worry, I’ll finish you off’ he smirked against your ear. Before you had time to question his snarky tone, hand still on your mouth, he inserted a finger into your very wet pussy, pumping slowly at first, speeding up as your adjusted. He proceeded to insert 2, quickly making the burning feeling build up again. You could feel his boner grow, pressing against your bum, and decided to slightly grind against him to tease him for edging you.

This made Bucky slightly buck his hips, groaning into your ear. ‘Shouldn’t have done that y/n’. He removed his metal hand to replace it with his juice covered one, inserting 2 metal fingers into you. It didn’t hurt, as you were very lubricated by your own juices, but when he inserted 3, you felt your brain explode. ‘Fuck fuck fuuuck’ you whined into his hand. He fingered your immensely quickly, holding you down with his legs on your legs as you squirmed on his lap from the over stimulation. He circled your clit with his thumb as he continued to finger you. You were being pushed over the edge now. He whispered in you ear, ‘cum for me princess’ as you felt the burning spread to your legs, and eventually reached your finish. You felt your whole body shake. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as Bucky sped up if that were even possible. Your body was burning, your stomach was tensing, and you felt wave after wave of pleasure, and the boner wasn’t helping you to stay calm. You could feel how big he was underneath you.

As much as the hand muffled your moans, you were still a tiny bit too loud. As you began to come down from the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced, Thor turned around. Your eyes widened, and you felt Bucky smirk behind you. Thor’s mouth fell open, seeing you a hot mess with Bucky’s metal arm down your pants, smirking like a man who had just won the lottery. ‘Holy shit’ You heard Thor say, but not quite see as you were still seeing stars. ‘What’ Steve asked as Bucky removed his hand and uncovered your mouth, grabbing you by the jaw and turning your head around to kiss you deeply. As you kissed Bucky, you felt him smile and laugh into the kiss as you heard Steve get more confused. ‘What?! Am I missing something here. I demand you tell me as your leader. What is happening. Thor? Bucky? Y/n?’ At the sound of your name you pulled away and giggled, deciding to push away your shame and wink at Bucky, turning to face Thor with a huge grin on your face. Thor in turn grabbed Steve’s shoulder giving him a rough pat, saying ‘Don’t worry Rogers, eyes on the road’. ‘No I’m missing something here. WHAT DID YOU DO BUCKY’ Steve said as his face reddened. ‘Nothing Steve, eyes on the road’ Bucky replied, making Thor and you giggle like little children.

The rest of the journey went something like that. You sat in Bucky’s lap, his arms wrapped securely around your waist. For the first time in your life, you felt truly blissfully happy and safe.

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