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prompt: gaz and ghost on overwatch, watching soap talk to their contact on the ground, and roasting him alive on comms. just stepping on his neck nonstop. soap can hear them but can't react because the contact spooks easy -391780
@391780 i LOVED this prompt. nothing makes me happier than Ghost and Gaz banter (there's so much of it in the drafts for misery and festivals). hopefully this little blurb satisfies the prompt!
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“Permission to speak freely, sir?”
Soap’s earpiece crackles as Gaz opens the comms, distracting him for a second from the twitchy man in front of him.
“Go ahead, sergeant.” Ghost rumbles.
“You ever realise that Soap stands with his hip cocked?” Soap can hear the shit eating grin in Gaz’s voice. The sleekit wee bastard.
“Hm. Looks like a teapot.”
“A teapot, sir?”
“Like the nursery rhyme.”
The comm crackles again as it cuts off Garrick’s stifled chuckle.
Soap shifts his stance, subtly redistributing his weight to rest evenly and bringing his hands up to loop his thumbs into the shoulder straps of his vest. There, now he can’t be called a fuckin’ teapot. The informant flicks his eyes over Soap warily.
The comm clicks on again.
“Think he heard us, sergeant?” Ghost asks, amusement lacing his tone.
“Can’t be sure sir, it appears Cap has taken Soap’s place temporarily.” Gaz’s voice wobbles with repressed laughter.
“Can’t see it myself, Garrick.”
“Why’s that, sir?”
“Doubt Price would dare show ‘is face if he had a mop like that on his head.” Ghost deadpans. Soap feels his eye twitch as Gaz chokes back another burst of laughter. Cheeky fuckin’ cunts.
“Looks -” Gaz cuts off the comm before flicking it back on, “looks like he lost a fight with a pair of clippers -” the comm cuts off again and Soap swears he can hear Gaz wheezing somewhere above him.
Soap moves one of his hands to scratch at the back of his helmet with his middle finger, aware of the way the informant tracks his movements. If those pair of wallopers blow this op, Soap swears to himself that he’ll dye every single one of Ghost’s balaclavas pink and sew a Saltire on the front of Gaz’s cap in place of the Union Jack.
Abruptly the tone on the comms change.
“Garrick.” Ghost snaps, the teasing lilt to the banter is gone and in its place is the hard tone Soap’s heard before when things are about to get dicey.
“I see ‘em.”
“Keep them in your sights, I don’t like the look of -” whatever Ghost doesn’t like the look of gets cut off as an explosion sends a shockwave of sound and dust over Soap, forcing him to cover his head from flying debris.
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Much later when the three of them are getting chewed out by Price for “missing a whole fucking truckload of insurgents because you three were too busy dicking around on the bloody comms” Soap decides that his little sewing project isn’t nearly enough in the way of payback.
#pfh answers#pfh prompts#jm#sr#kg#jp#gaz and ghost are such shits i love them#ps everyone is fine except they're on shit shifting duties for the foreseeable#ooh i surprised myself by writing a brief allusion to action there#edit to add (because it was too good to leave in my DMs):#lmao i just have this vision of price talking to laswell afterwards going '... do i stand weird kate?'#and she's thinking that finally someone told him about the fucking air thrusts at last
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What do you think what AU going to be like? What things will happen and different things if BroZone never left? I mean Rosiepuff stopped them from leaving and had this talk or something
Oh boy. This is a loaded question. I'm not entirely sure.
There is the Problem Solved AU, where JD makes everyone go on a camping trip during the fight. I posted pitching that a while ago lol.
I guess it depends on how it happens and also perhaps some of the reasonings behind why people are the way that they are. I personally have a bit of a headcanon that JD was kinda pressured into the whole PFH thing, just cause the dude looks terrified, but I could be way off base. It seems to me the writers are just kinda making things up as they go along and don't have a lot of continuity? Idk
If they actually talked about things, or laid out actions, perhaps better? It's hard to tell, completely honest. Clay is all upset about not being taken seriously. Is it because he is forced to? Or is it because he just does funny stuff and doesn't really act serious so how would people know that's what he wants? (also he's a kid, shocking) There's not a whole ton of context on why people are the way that they are.
I'm not sure if I have a straightforward answer for this one cause honestly, not entirely sure.
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Okay so like I thought me telling you in a reblog and you not telling me no would be enough, but I just want a clear answer.
Can I try and make my own pfh portraits based off yours?
you can!!!!
My permission for you is granted
(as long as theres credit..)
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2, 4, 21?
2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)
LEFT. Oh definitely subjects facing the left are so much easier, and like. That plays in regards to inanimate objects and movement , I always find it easier to draw something leaning/facing/moving to the left I do not know why and its something I need to work on pfh
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21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways
My friend Barry’s art <3 We are very much Not On The Same Vibe style-wise but I’m obsessed with their work <33 I generally don’t know though pfh, I adore the style of Power Puff Girls as well who is nothing like mine but also I love Norman Rockwell’s work who is the opposite plane of “stylization” that I enjoy
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◎ Would you become a vampire if the opportunity ever presented itself?
◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it's a secret.
There was no hesitation at all in Alexis’ voice as they responded. “No. I despise Vampires. There’s not a single one that’s not a parasite by it’s very nature. They like to imagine themselves some top tier predatory, but in reality they are a vicious humanoid combination of a cockroach scurrying about when the lights get turned on and a blood sucking tick and nothing more. Besides even if you could live for centuries what is the point when you will have to endure seeing every loved one you’ve ever held close to you pass away, and your home inevitably be destroyed be it by nature or war or greed?” Shaking their head Alexis scoffed. “Become a vampire willingly? Pfh. Never.”
What Alexis did not realize was that in one particular life, and universe… they were doomed to become what they utterly despised, and utterly against their will.
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Children take time, and safety.
Barely avoiding a spit take all the same Sevika choked on her drink as it went down the wrong way, and bumped her fist against her chest before finally responding to the question posed to her. “Children? Me!? No, no that’s not ever something I’ve thought of as a possibility.” The question that had been asked technically was if Sevika had ever wanted children… and technically she had answered.
Shaking her head Sevika leaned back a bit glancing around the area they were in. “Honestly I’m entirely too busy. Even if I’m not on a job, or working on something at a given moment I still have to be ready and waiting. There’s always the next task, or problem, or mess to clean up, or whatever else. Not to mention violence has always, and will always be a part of my life. There’s been a few times I wasn’t sure I was even going to make it, and that’s...well if I was going to have a child I’d need a partner who was willing to basically be a stay at home mama until the child got old enough to run around by themselves, and at that point it wouldn’t be just one person but two that’d be worried about me.” For a second there was an odd almost wistful sound drifting through her voice. Perhaps once upon a time Sevika had thought differently. Perhaps once there had been someone in her life that inched her towards a different response. Whatever small part of her however wondered what it’d be like to have a young one running around she could teach to hold their own in a fight, and raise to spit at the boots of Piltover enforcers then the next day do whatever job they took pride in regardless of the consequences of the night before had long since been quieted and pushed away.
“Besides! Imagine how much of my poker playing, and drinking time that’d take up. Pfh. Like I’d want to give that up.” A playful grin and a click of her tongue right before she took a sip of her drink. For the right person she’d give up perhaps not all of her poker and drinking, but a respectable amount of it. That wasn’t something she’d admit though. Looking curiously at the other person she raised an eyebrow.
“Why you asking about that though? Weird question.”
#not sure if drabble or open starter. If someone wants to use it as a starter cool if not that's fine too.#just had the idea and wanted to set it down somewhere#sevikadrabbles#open starter maybe? I dunno lol. I need bed and my anxiety is kicking my ass.
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how do you feel about what's going on with peach flower house right now?
I saw this ask pop up like?? the same day the news broke on twitter about In The Dark & Little Mushroom: Revelations. I also saw stuff popping up all over the danmei reddit too; So I know that people were really eager to get a handle on it, and there was a lot of confusion-based speculation floating around. Not wanting to further confuse anyone, I was just waiting patiently on my email from PFH before I wanted to answer this to keep myself gucci.
First of all, if you're looking for outrage or general upsetness over the issue. Wrong person. PFH is a queer company that was founded like two years ago and publishes 3 books a year. This is they're 3rd official launch?? And honestly accidents happen beyond their control.
With In the Dark, it should have been on the author to disclose her intention to republish her novel in Chinese with additional content, and see if that was marketable to the English audience she just sold to. Because she didn't-- opportunities were missed, but that's not PFH's fault for not being aware of what she was doing in the background when they purchased the rights to translate. Furthermore, they can't just yoink unofficial translations from the internet because they felt they had the rights to publish the stories.. that's just... come on now ya'll. copyright and IP laws exist in the sphere where official translations are concerned.
Now with Little Mushroom: Revelations? That was just an oversight. Which unfortunately happens. Lots of people need to do their jobs exactly right for everything to be perfect. And as humans are not perfect, mistakes will be made. I think it was the right thing for PFH to do to admit when they made a mistake and eat the loss though. While I am sad I won't be getting the proper story until January, I think I might be interested in getting either the Ebook Misprint or the physical misprint. I haven't decided yet though.
This whole situation has me thinking about Alexis' Hall's boyfriend material. Specifically the catalyst between the two main love interests, Bridget and her chaotic publishing company's snafu's. This has "I am on Vacation, Please Forward Any Emails...." vibes. and it just cracks me up every time.
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Honestly I legit think we’ll get Githzerai at release.
How are they gonna name drop them at that one PFH AND ask a question about them that can’t be answered with info in game? 🤔
Martial arts stances for Githyanki? Yeah they’re disciplined, but that looks like a hint to their monk cousins. 😏
And what’s a possible alignment shift to end Lae’zel’s plot in redemption? Or at least with nuance? As a Lawful Neutral. And what race of gith are lawful neutral? Githzerai.
Where’s the Sha’sal Khou at? I think we’ll find them a new recruit.
#i mean im just guessing here#bg3#baldur's gate 3#imagine if we get monk class during EA#we also get the creche#who knows???#text#it's either that or githyanki and githzerai are being shown as more similiar than different
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Hey I just read a fic and omg. I'd like to request a Jungkook smut. a virgin going through all the bases nervously but excited and obviously very horny and wet. he fingers her and then when he feels how wet she is he just has to taste her. he makes her squirt eating her out and then he fucks her with his big cock 🥵 and she's so small, but takes it and just about cries and begs to cum again and then he finds out her daddy kink and makes her squirt as she screams Daddy and then aftercare pls🌸
A thousand years later, here I'm. I'm so sorry sweet anon, life carried me away... but here I am, hopping that somehow you find this 😂😂😂😂😂😂
Here it is ❤
° Boyfriend!Jungkook》female!reader
° Smut, Fluff, Jungkook (cause he's a warning)
° Kissing, nudity, one little bite, orgasm control, oral (female receive), hand job, light dirty talk, daddy kink, squirting, penetration, fingering, loss of virginity, sweet sweet jungkook, than teasing jungkook, then sweet jungkook, nice reader I like her, so much blushing.
• This is unedited in a level that I can't even comprehend. I'm sorry!
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BLUSH
Hot.
A burning feeling spreading across your checks, the carmine color tinting the soft skin and bringing amusement to your beloved.
The sweet boy seated beside you, gigling from your flustered state - one that he brought upon you, for a fact - too happy with himself for being the one able to make you melt like an ice cream on the Saara desert.
He love the red dust on your face, going down your neck, the way you can't keep eye contact or talk without stutter and tumble on your words. This are the moments that he lives for. You on the other hand just want to dig a whole to the other side of the world and dive on it.
The reason why you're at this state? Well this time, a movie.
You guys were watching some good old action movie, then it went from punches and dynamite (yeah) to other explosive actions.
The couple on the screen started a heated make out session that move on to a very... hot as hell fuck. There was legs and arms and skin everywhere, but what cough your attention was the dominance that the male oozed, soft but present.
Jungkook is a very observant young man, he can catch every nuance and every flick of reaction from you. You were there, certain that you were keeping your cool, a nice and blanted face to a normal thing such as a hot steamy sex, kind of loud too.
But, girl... you were so wrong. He could read you like an open book and he couldn't resist to tease you. He loves teasing you.
"Are you okay there, baby?"
That sly smirk and amused tone that he failed to hide getting on your nerves.
"Yes. I'm totally fine, why wouldn't I?"
You know when you try to sound light and confident but instead end it up like what despair would sound like? Yup, that was you right now and you know why? Because you know once your little shit of a boyfriend catch that, you wouldn't hear the end of it. And that my friends, was what happened.
"Oh... I don't know baby. You seem a little... tense? You know? Is there something that is making you blush like this?"
"B-Blush? No, no I'm not blushing Kookie! Pfh... blushing.. " a very fake laugh coming along with the disastrous sentences you've just spilled.
His smile just growth more, he was leading you exactly where he wanted.
"Oh but you are baby... aaaaall the way down here" he said with his finger suddenly tracing a line from your cheeck to you cleavage. Your skin awakening with a shiver from his touch.
With your eyes closed in concentration you forced the words out.
"It's.. it's the warm weather Kookie. It's hot in hear."
"Well, that's strange baby, cuz you see... we have the AC on and like... 15 minutes ago you said you were freezing."
His bunny like smile and big eyes shining in his little victory.
"I.. I don't.." and that my friend is all that left those pretty lips of yours, just mumbling words with no sense, making your boyfriend hold you in his arms cooing at how adorable you looked flustered.
"Cute" his giggle following the little statement.
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Later that night you couldn't take that damn scene from your head and maybe imagining how Jungkook's hands would feel against your skin in that way wasn't helping that much.
He was in the shower, putting that majestic voice to good use and all you could think about was how much you wanted to hear your name in a raspy tone falling from your boyfriend's lips. Listen to me here... girl, that monument of a man hovering over you, with hunger eyes and a huge- Oh, okay... calm down.
One would look at this scenario and think of one simple solution, have sex. But things were not that simple... it could be actually, but your overthinking mind wouldn't allow you the pleasure of the peace of mind.
You never done this before, the sex part. Hot make out sessions (Oh yes), the heavy breathing and his hands grabbing the supple flash of your ass was definitely one of the best things in the world. But everytime things got a little bit "too hot" he would sense your nerves and stop without you even have to say so. That was Jungkook, always attentive of the details. But tonight something shifted, you feel this need almost like a itching that you can't reach. But he can.
You're so lost in your thoughts that you don't see Jungkook getting out the bathroom drying his hair with a towel while a bigger one is wrapped securely around his waist. Damn. You startle from your thoughts and automatically start to stare at his figure, the little drops of water that escaped the towel running down his torso, his gorgeous abs, down to the hem of the towel reaching his... oh it must be pretty.
Stop, what are you thinking?!
"Baby..?" He's looking at you with curiosity all over his face.
"Hm?" You eyes never leaving his crotch area.
He chuckled at your unmoving eyes, a dumb face. But so cute. He was dying to test something and now seemed a really good time.
"Babygirl." He said in a lower voice. Your body reacted instantly, eyes shooting up at him. His face at least.
A small smirk taking place on his lips at the way your checks started to get rosy again. God he loved that adorable pink shade on your skin...
"There's something on that beautiful mind of yours. Would you care to share with me baby?"
"Oh. Hm... n-nothing Kookie, I was just... it's nothing really"
Don't get me wrong, you're confident. But when it comes to anything to do with Jungkook all your resolve seems to crumble. Fast. He was starting to get worried, so he approached you and took a seat facing you. The fresh and light smell of his soup and his shampoo enveloping your senses like a drug.
"What's wrong baby?" His doe eyes searching any sign of distress on yours.
He waited for your answer but you couldn't formulate any word. You wanted to say that you were ready, but without melting down on the mattress.
"Y/N you know you can tell me anything, right? I'm here for you" his voice so gentle that you felt guilty for getting him so worried over you.
"I know Kookie, you don't need to worrie... I just - I want to tell you something but I don't know how or apparently don't have the courage to do it now." You laugh trying to light it up the mood.
"Its okay baby, take your time. There's no rush" he takes your hand in his. The ink decorating his skin marvelling you, you feel that he might not be rushing you, but you need to spit it out.
"I think... Jungkook, I'm ready." You say in one breath.
He looks at you as if trying to figure it out what you mean by that and you can see in his expression when he understand. His eyes go wide and he let out a quiet "oh" from his rounded lips. 'That's why she's so nervous' he thought.
"Oh baby, are you sure? You don't need to do anything you don't want to, I can wait, for as much as you need." You interrupt him before he keeps going.
"Jungkook, I'm sure, really. I want you..."
The last part barely a whisper, but his ears catch it. His eyes darkened at your words, shy and small, but he can feel the truth behind it.
Shifting closer to you, you feel the warmth from his body - he's always so warm- his smell surrounding you and his hand holding your chin to make you look at him.
"Say it again. Louder." His voice is more assertive but still sweet. His stare makes your stomic seem to be full of butterflies, a shiver runs down your body.
"I want you Jungkook..." you muster all the voice that you can find in that moment.
You barely finish talking and his lips are on yours in a passionate kiss. Sweet but passionate, just like him.
His hands finding solace on your waist, pulling you closer and taking you in his lap. Like magnets your fingers go straight to his fluffy hair, the soft long locks in a deep brown making pretty waves between your digits. His hands on a much more feverish manner, descend to grip the flesh of your hips and tights, up your back on your neck and repeating everything as if trying to cover all your body with his touch at the same time. As if this was the only chance that he would ever get to have you like this, even knowing that the thought if far from the truth.
When he pulls your hips closer, you can feel his hardening cock covered by the towel, pressing on your clit lightly but enough to send little shocks of pleasure through your body. You gasp in his mouth, hands tightening on his hair earning a groaning sound to fall from his red lips.
He slowly turned your body and laid you down on the soft sheets, his body hovering over yours. The atmosphere seemed to change a bit, his eyes tender locking you in place, hypnotizing you while his hands were delivering sweet touches on your checks, it felt like he was trying to memorize everything, everything detail of you, of this moment.
His lips sealed the dulcet feeling that was in the air, slowly and sensuously. It felt... so good...
Kisses trailing down your jaw, behind your ear and down your neck, the feeling of his hair against your skin, his warm tongue coming out to lick little blooming flowers on your clavicle.
His hands find the hem of your pajama shirt while his eyes asked for permission. Your nod was enough for him right now, and soon you were half top naked. Your first reaction was to cover yourself, your arms trying to hide your hardening nipples from your boyfriend's eyes.
He was not going to allow it, you're to beautiful for him...
"No baby, don't hide from me. You're so beautiful... so perfect for me."
He said moving your arms from your breasts, laying your hands down.
His eyes scanning ever piece of skin exposed to him, he wanted to devour you whole. Every little piece... but he had to be patient today, above all days. There would be plenty of time to ruin you in the future.
He lowered his chest to yours to whisper in your ear
"I've waited so long to see you like this and I would've waited much more... but I'm so happy to finally have you, all of you.. "
His low voice sending shivers down your spine making you whine quietly at his words.
He's lips were on one nipple before you could notice him moving, catching you of guard gasping in surprise, while his fingers played with the other one.
The warm and wet feeling from his mouth addicting you immediately, his tongue lavishing the taut bud sucking it in waves, such a amazing sensation.
Your hands grabbing on his strong arms for support, you were panting already and all he did was kiss you and play with your nipples. Kind scared if you were going to survive this.
"You like this baby? Hmm? It feels good?"
As you're going to answer him, he sucked the other nipple in his hot mouth making you moan instead of speak.
"So sensitive.."
"Answer me babygirl, you like the feeling of my tongue? My mouth sucking this pretty nipple raw..."
""Y-yes, Kookie it feels so good" you somehow managed to answer him.
'Let's see what else she's gonna call me until the end of night' he tough. Eager to confirm his suspicions.
With a pop he released the sore bud and trailed his fingers down your belly, one hand firm, holding your waist in place and supporting your arched back.
His fingers meet the hem of your panties, tracing the line of elastic on the cotton, you tights pressed together in anxiety and in seek of some relief. Then he trace a line down your pantie covered center, feeling your slit below de fabric, the soft wet patch forming there from how wet you were getting.
The little electric waves that his light touch was providing you already got you hooked.
"Can you open your legs for me baby?" Your legs were still shut providing him almost no space to work, so you opted to let them part instead of saying anything because seriously, you're in no condition. Slowly he moved aside to give you room and put one of your tights on top of his leg, keeping you open.
"You've soaked through babygirl... is this all for me? Hm?" Your mind had already succumbed to his touch, his words were just an addition to the trap he lured you in, but that didn't stop the blush from coming.
He loved how you looked right now, so small with those big eyes looking up at him and your pussy all wet. It was his dream coming true.
Without waiting anymore he got your panties off and back to his position, you felt his fingers parting your lips, messing with your slick. The moan you let out at the feeling made his cock twitch, you sounded so fucking good.
Your sensitivity was his favorite thing, how every little thing he did got you squirming.
You could feel the wetness dripping down your cheekbums, his breathing on your ear showing that he was not doing better than you.
The tight circles on your clit driving you wild "you're so fucking wet, holy shit baby... can you hear it? How delicious you sound.."
"Kookie... it's so good"
"I know baby... you feel so good too." Then he pressed one finger in slowly, the intrusion surprisingly good. "There you go... such a good girl" He was going as slow so he could to give you time. To help you relax, he wanted you to feel good, in your time. No matter how much his cock felt like it would explode, this was about you, his words whipered to you, making you whimper in pleasure, thrusting in you entrance, once he felt you relax he add another finger making the strech bigger. Your head was thrown back, hands gripping his arm and the sheets, moans thrown to the wind in bliss.
"I need to taste you" He said in a frenzy, desperate to feel you on his tongue. The sounds of your wet pussy were gonna hunt him every night and his mouth on your cunt too.
His soft lips made a bee line to your bellybutton, changing for a straight path down to your navel. He looks up at you, those doe eyes now vivid in a dark almost black color. Keeping his eyes on you, he planted a soft kiss on your mound, and kiss after kiss down to the center of your pussy. The only moment he closes his eyes is when he gets right at your entrance and a fresh wave of you scent hits his nostrils, awakening his hunger even more.
"I can smell you... - already anticipating your reaction, he holds your legs apart - you smell so good baby." He delivers a long lick to your folds "And you taste even better.."
You whimper at his crude words, they are bold but he says it in such a sweet manner. He seems to be in the perfect balance, dirty and sweet. Rought and delicate. Firm but gentle in every gesture.
"May I taste you, baby? Please... I'm dying to feel you on my tongue for so long."
You nod you head so fast that gets you slightly dizzy. The eagerness overpowering the timidness.
He chuckles at you reaction, how can you be so cute and so fucking hot at the same time?
His eyes unwavering on yours, as if trapping you on his spell. You only notice how he maneuvered your body when you feel the skin of your tights meeting your torso. Then you realise how exposed you are.
"Jungk - " before you could knowledge your shock, he gives a long warm lick from bottom to top on your sex. His eyes never leaving yours. He thrives in the gasp you let out and the way your eyes close in pleasure. Your taste dancing on his tongue like Ambrosia, he decided that this is how he wants to spend his days, buried between your legs.
"So sweet. I knew you would taste so sweet baby..." he's lost in his own world. The bubble he created that consisted on him and your pretty pussy. He fucking loves it.
He dives in for more, holding your legs firmly to your chest, face buried in your pussy and eyes gauging every reaction that he gets out of you.
The feeling of his tongue tasting every corner, every crevice... the firm point of it driving you mad with kitten licks on your swollen clit. Your hands are the picture of despair, grabbing the sheets, his hair, his arms, your hair. Everything he does elicits a shock of pleasure, you feel so warm and so needy. You need more.
"Kookie, please... "
He keeps working you on, slurping on your juices. Hands grabbing the soft meet of your tights, preventing you from running from him.
You feel so warm, so wet and so soft. He loves the way you move for him, how sweet your moans sound on his ears, how you clench around nothing, gushing more of your delectable taste just for him, then he feels your hand tugging his hair a little more forcefully.
He is pulled from his trance, to see your exasperated eyes begging him. You look so pretty...
Glassy eyes, swollen lips and red checks... your hair a little wet from the drops of sweat on your forehead and your breath completely uneven. All because of him.
It downs to you that he really enjoys that, to have your taste on his mouth.
He keeps you on the edge, trading his tongue for his fingers, playing with your clit slowly. Enought to keep you going, but far from give you what you want.
"Please..." you reaped. You can feel the pressure of his fingers keeping you there, making you drip for him. He circles your entrance, feeling your wetness seeping out. It's to much and not enough.
He enters you again nuckle deep, searching for something.
"Please, what baby? Tell me what you want"
Oh great. He wants you to speak, to actually formulate sentences right now, with his fingers deep inside.
"Tell me or I'll linger this to my hearts content babygirl."
Fuck. What is this?
"Please!" You gasp way.
"Although I love it when you beg me babygirl, I know you can do better" then you feel a bite on your inner tight, followed by an soothing tongue right after.
You jump in surprise and moan at the feeling, making your boyfriend smirk between your legs.
"I need to cum, just make me cum please.. " you say defeated, your hands urging him back.
"See, was not that hard... " he says but you don't register. He pressed an area that reduced you to a mumbling mess while the other hand took care of your pulsating clit.
Your head was throwed back while your hands squeezed the sheet bellow you.
A long moan formed on your throat, meeting your boyfriend's eager ears.
"That's it... good girl" - his eyes looking back from your pussy swolloing his digit and to your face for any sign of discomfort.
He saw only pleasure, your legs widening by themselves to receive more - "you're so wet baby, so tight... " he was delivering sweet kisses to your tights, his nose caressing your skin.
His finger felt so good... your hips moving on their on, seeking something.
Then he started moving it faster, harder, with his entire arm, in and out in.
"It feels so good Kookie, I want more baby!"
You wanted him, inside. Right now.
"I know baby, I'll give you everything you want... but I need to strech you out first. So be a good girl for me and cum like this."
He went back to your clit with a ferocious tongue, flicking it, licking and sucking with all he got while his fingers fastened their pace inside you. The wet sound of his fingers plunging inside of you loud in the room.
"Listen baby, how fucking wet you are" his breath right on your clit, sending shivers up your body.
You moaned at the vibration of his voice, making him moan back to you repeating the waves again.
The pleasure burning, ready to burst.
"Come one... let go baby. Cum for me babygirl." The strech of a third finger pushed you off the edge, making your body shake from the force of your release. Jungkook moaned as he could feel your walls tightening like a vice in his fingers as you gushed your juices on his tongue, his fingers never stopping, he changed the angle and fastened his pace eliciting a loud gasp from you.
"Found it" his eyes gaining a determined look.
"Found what? Oh fuck! What..?" This feeling. This feeling was fucking fantastic, a kind of euphoria that took your breath way, made you mind haze, your hips move at their own accord searching something that you don't even know.
Your moan getting louder, Jungkook hitting a spot inside of you over and over again with precision making tears run down your checks from pure pleasure, your moans turning to screams.
He was mesmerized by your beauty, your eyes screwed shut and mouth agape, tears wetting your pretty face making him proud of how good he was making you feel. Then he saw, the splash of cum wetting everything, his hand soaked and his tights too, the bed printed by the drops of it.
"Holy shit... fuck babygirl you squirted... so fucking pretty " his fingers never stopping, the waves of pleasure becoming to much, your body trembling at the first shocks of overstimulation
"Jungkook, too much... baby!"
Taking mercy of you, delicately slowing down and retrieving his fingers, sucking it, humming at your taste.
"So good baby... so fucking good"
You were embarrassed and so so horny and tired as fuck, hiding your face on his neck.
"Oh no no... no baby, that was amazing. I can't even express in words how much I want to ruin you right now, make you do it over and over again"
He mouth was on your you in a flash, the kiss slow and sensual, his towel forgotten on the floor now. Pulling you back to the lascivious feeling of his body on top of yours, the weight of him, the warmth, the smell, the feeling of his skin on yours. You loved every bit of it.
You felt so loved and protected with him, his hands on your head, gently combing through your hair while his lips took your breath away.
Kisses trailing down your chin to your neck, you could feel his cock against your tight, hot and heavy waiting for release. He was taking his time with you, but it was time for him to feel good too, so you moved your hand south, brushing the tip of your finger on his rock hard cock and his body shivered instantly, a breathy moan leaving his red lips. He's big... maybe a little too big, long and with a good girth and a pretty shade of pink . How's it gonna fit? He's gonna kill you, for sure. But it's going to be such a sweet death...
You took courage in his reaction, his moan making you want to hear more, so with a firmer touch you hold his shaft and give a long stroke from the bottom to top. His forehead rests now on your shoulder and his breath tickles your skin. You want to hear him, to make him lose control too, so you fasten lightly the pace on his cock, feeling him squirm above you. Your hand up and down, up and down while the other rest on the small of his back... giving a little twist on the head, running your finger on the sensitive spot just below the tip and you feel him tremble to hold himself, so you fasten even more, making him moan in the croak of you neck.
"Baby... slow down " his broken voice making you even wetter, his hips now thrusting into your hand, following your rhythm. It's like he's head is saying one thing and his body is doing the opposite. Your hand feel so small, but so soft and so fucking good on his cock, he's ruined for anyone else for sure!
"Ugh.. fuck stop y/N, I'm gonna cum" he's groaning now hand squeezing your waist leaving a mark behind for tomorrow.
You won't stop, not with him looking and sounding like this. And you're just making him feel good to, right? What could he do?
Well here's your answer.
You felt his teeth sink in your neck as a warning, then he took hold of your wrists and pinned them above your head while he took deep breaths to calm himself down. Once he open his eyes something shifted, they're hooded and darker.
"So my babygirl is a stubborn one." His voice is low, vibrating through your body. His hips settled between your legs with his heavy cock pressed on your pussy, his weight keeping you in place. His lips descend to your ear "Let's see how much."
Before you could process he has turned you on your stomic, pushing your legs open with his tights and one arm looped around your waist his other hand went straight to your soaked pussy making you jump at the sudden contact.
You realize that you can't move in this position, but he can.
His fingers unceremoniously play on your clit, fishing some wetness from your entrance time to time to make it everything messier.
He brings you ridiculously fast to your high, your hips trying to push back on his touch. When you feel the firsts tremors of your high he pulls his hand from you, his tights preventing you from closing your legs, he's basically mounting you at this point.
You whine immediately at the lost, searching any contact to releave the frustration.
"Why?! Jungkook..." your whines are sweet music to his ears.
"Just a little lesson baby..." his smirk evident in his voice. That smug tone that you want so badly to wipe off... if only you could reach for his cock...
Who would though, from really nervous to desperate for his cock on you in less than one hour. That's the Jungkook effect.
His hand was back on you, dexterous fingers working you up expertly again.
You wish you could hold back but you don't even know how, the pleasure from his actions to good to run away from.
Again you're close and each time he pulls back you get closer and closer faster.
After the third time your forearms give up and your upper half falls to the bed tired, frustrated. Your boyfriend's hand holding your hips up in place, while he cups you pussy with his entire hand to help subside de clenching from your walls.
He looks down at your form, exhausted. He wanted to make it sweet and slow but he couldn't hold back at the deviance in your eyes.
He's heart took pity on your whines and moans of his name and decided it was time to end your misery. Even if caused by him, but it was a good one... it was a lesson but helped to build up your pleasure too. You're gonna cum so hard.. His body is agitated just at the thought of it.
His hand came down to caress your back, trading circles on your skin.
"Please... p-please " that was your mantra on the past minutes.
"Shhhh... it's okay babygirl." He would bring it out of you...
"You're my good babygirl, aren't you baby?" His voice saccharine on your ears, full of love.
"I'm- yes I'm.. " you words tumbling on each other.
"That's it... are you ready my love?" Your body reacted before your mind could process, getting him closer.
"Not like this baby, I want to see you"
He turned you back, facing him again and after a kiss on your forehead he riches for the condom on the night stand, ripping the foil with his teeth and putting in on himself.
Even thought you're tired and frustrated and sweaty and so wet that the bed has a pull of you right now, you can't deny how gorgeous Jungkook is. He's marvelous, so beautiful...
His hair falling in tiny ringlets from the exertion and the remains of water still there mixed with his sweat, his toned body, his light honey skin, those sweet lips and freaking pretty eyes... eyes now that are looking at you in adoration.
He lowers himself down to your body again, one hand holding your tight to his waist while the other caress your hair softly.
"I love you" simple, deep and sincere.
"I love you too, so much" you respond with all your heart.
"Ready..?" He whispers to you, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere right now.
"More than ready" and with that you feel his hand touching your pussy and gathering some wetness to lub his cock, then he start to run his member on your pussy, parting your lips and accommodating his length in the warm skin. He rubs his nose on yours and then you feel it, his bulbous head parting you extremely slowly, but the strech is there. Burning like hell fire, cuz you're small and he is big big.
Your wetness helps to easy the friction but the strech is way more present than you thought. He senses your tension and stop moving.
"Hey... hey look at me. You're okay, what are feeling?" His eyes concerned and attentive.
"Its just... it burns. How is it gonna fit? You're too b- aaah.." your own moviment, trying to get more comfortable make his length move up a little more, his hand immediately holding your hips down to prevent any more discomfort for you.
"Baby, stop moving. Take a deep breath... it's okay" Suddenly a smile appears on his lips and you question why.
"I'm big baby? Is that what you were going to say?" The playfull energy lighting the mood.
"Jungkook, don't " your blushing checks making a triunfal return to the scene, for Jungkook's content.
"There it is... my pretty blushing checks"
He gives you a tender kiss on you lips "Relax for me, I'm gonna take care of you" a cute skimo kiss taking place "And I'll fit all right, babygirl"
Your mouth gaping at the sudden bold words, your pussy clenching around the tip of his cock, making him hiss at the tightness. Feeling another gush of your juices around him, he presses a little further in, his eyes on your face.
The inicial burn is still there, but hes being so attentive and going so slow that it must be torture for him, but he does it for you. Half way in he stops, checking your expressions.
"It feels better, strange but better... please keep going Kookie"
How could he deny anything from you, he would give you the world if you wanted.
"Are you feeling good baby? How does it feel?"
He says pushing further and further, almost there... You're so warm and dripping wet and so fucking tight. How can you be so tight? He's doing everything in his power not to explode inside of you.
"Full, it feels so full... You're so deep" you say timidly.
"It's gonna feel even deeper baby, just a bit more to go"
More? Oh my fucking...
With a kiss on your lips he bottoms out making you moan loud for him, trapped in his lips.
"Shit! Oh fuck.. Jungkook" you shout out at the feeling of him so deep that you don't even comprehend how far up he is, the sensation new and so so so good. He stays still enjoying your warmth and giving you time to adjust.
"You did so good baby, so good... that's my good girl, are you okay?"
"I'm.. I'm good. I need you to move"
Move he would, carefully at the beginning. Letting you feel him and him feel you. The praises falling from his lips like drops of honey. Making your body relax and receive him like a piece of a puzzle. He's pleasure was not far too, but he needed you to cum first.
So his fingers were back to your clit pushing you off the cliff into a see of pure bliss. Your moans turning to almost screams now from how sensitive you are, your high not as strong as the other ones but still making you shake. At the throws of the moment you let out an almost inaudible word... but your boyfriend's catches, he always does.
"Louder, tell me. You're daddy's babygirl, come on. What's my name baby?" So you let it out for him...
"Daddy!" He groans at the way you say it, how the word rolls from your lips sounding so sweet and so dirty at the same time...
"Fuck yes. Just a little more babygirl, a little more... almost there..."
You clenched your walls hard and he convulsed on top of you, his thrusts irregular and fast trying to prolong his deserved high. The hot feeling of him releasing his load inside the condom making everything a little more warmer.
"Fuck I love you, so much"
"I love you too"
Two breathless confessions on your soaked sheets. After a while, he was still inside of you, you see a mischievous smile appear again, oh here we go.. what now?
"The sheets are soaked babygirl..."
Don't blush, don't blush.
Oh shit.
"There it is..."
"Hey! You have to stop doing this, its not fair!" You little angry face makes him laught, long and true and then you forget why you were angry."Okay..." he says before kissing you to distract you from him pulling out. He gets up and trying to detangle himself from you, who's attached to his arms like a life saver.
"I'll be right back, just a minute baby" his giggles are the most pretty thing on earth, oh my God you just want to squish him so hard. Kind of a violent love you have, but all in name of his cuteness. No harm, fellas. You hear a ruffling and some water, then he's back with a boxer, one of his t-shirts and towel.
"Okay lady... come here" he's beside you, spreading you tights and then you get it that hes intending to clean you up.
"What? No baby.. no I can do it" you say as you try to grab the warm towel.
"Baby, let me. You're tired and all sore." You don't miss the almost imperceptible smirk on his face. He's proud, that little shit.
"And besides... I've already seen every little piece of you"
The gasp you let out, oh girl... sucked the air of the room.
"And kissed..." that damn smile of his.
"And touched..." one cute kiss on your knee.
"And licked" his eyes piercing on yours.
"Oh my God, stop! JUNGKOOK!"
He's laughing and smooching you like a baby now "Annnnnngh you're so cute baby"
After some little kisses, he manages to clean you, put his shirt on you and its immediately spooning you into his warm body, sleep pulling you in, but you can hear in the distance...
"I love you..."
#bts smut#jungkooksmut#jungkook smut#bts x reader#bts ask#bts imagines#jungkook is cute#im back#such a lovely baby#ask
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I have to say I'm super disappointed that you wrote a fic glorifying s*x w*rk :/ You're glorifying s*x tr*fficking and r*pe and enabling the patriarchy to continue abusing women. If you want to educate yourself I recommend looking up the anti-s*x w*rk movement and reading some Radical Feminist blogs.
e,o,e,a,a - you forgot these.
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The One That Got Away
Chapter 7: Number One
Summary: Charlie tries to settle into her new routine, without Bucky. As she's finally getting back on track, she has to go on her first date with Potential Future Husband Number One.
Word count: 4.2k
Warnings: A little bit of angst, one jackass, worst mother ever.
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The two weeks following the fight, Charlie spent her time either at work or with Steve. As she had promised him, she did all the research she could to find the best training possible with what they had.
The training was going well, both her and Steve were sore pretty much all the time. After a week of working out with him, she had decided to be the ‘’brains’’ of the operation and leave the ‘’muscles’’ part to him. She was way too out of shape for boot camps. Steve was happy to have her around to help him, whether she was working out alongside him or cheering him on while he was doing the exercises she was telling him to do; it was nice to be able to spend more time with her.
It took almost a week of them hanging out together every afternoon after work before he started to see a change. Slowly, his friend was coming back to him. She started to smile again and the first time she laughed he grinned non-stop for 5 minutes. It took her a little more than a week before she stopped waiting for Bucky to show up. She had been waiting for him outside every day for lunch, but he never came. Whenever they were working out in the park together, she was always hopeful that he would join them but he never did. Steve knew it was hard for Bucky to stay away and he was impressed that he had managed to do it for this long.
Every time he had seen Charlie searching for Bucky and looking sad when she couldn’t find him, Steve had wanted so badly to tell her why Bucky had said what he had said and did what he did but that would only push her towards him and ruin all the efforts Bucky had put towards protecting her, so he never said anything. In a way, he was relieved when he noticed she had stopped looking around the park in the hopes that Bucky had finally changed his mind but it also saddened him because he knew it meant she was starting to move on.
When Bucky asked about her and how she was doing, he never knew what to tell his friend. Should he tell the truth and say that she was still sad, making him feel more guilty in the process or should he lie and say she was fine, which he knew would make Bucky feel better and worse all at the same time. Bucky wanted her to feel better, he hated knowing she was still in bad shape but if she felt better, it meant she was forgetting about him and just the thought made him want to cry. Steve avoided answering by only telling his friend what the two of them had been up to with his boot camp, being careful not to tell him anything about how she was feeling. None of the answers he had for Bucky would make him feel better.
Ever since her fight with her parents, Charlie had been more distant towards them. She ate dinner with them every night, per their request. She waited until they told her she could excuse herself before walking away from them. She knew she was on thin ice and that anything could set them off, so she played the role of the dutiful daughter, doing everything they said as soon as they said it.
Charlie came back to her room after dinner. She had been sitting in bed, reading, for an hour before a soft knock was heard at her door. She put her bookmark between the pages open in front of her and closed the book, putting it on her lap. She told the person to come in and was surprised to see her mom. Ever since that night, her mom had been avoiding her. If she had something to say, she would send her father to tell her and Charlie was fine with it. Her mother wasn’t really high up on the list of people Charlie tolerated at the moment.
Mrs. Mathews looked at her daughter, no emotions showing on her face and stepped into her room to stand at the foot of her bed.
‘’This Saturday, you have your first date.’’ Her mother announced, like she was talking about the weather. As if it was nothing when she knew how much it would affect her daughter.
Charlie felt bile rise up in her mouth and her stomach dropped. She knew this moment was coming but a small, naive part of her had hoped they had changed their mind. Her mom kept talking, telling her all about her date. His name, his age, who were his parents, what job he had and where they were going. Charlie forced herself to listen to her mother but none of what she said completely registered with her and as soon as the door closed behind Mrs. Mathews, Charlie had already forgotten everything except that she was going on a date with Potential Future Husband number 1. She knew she was being childish but she refused to learn their names. She had named them PFH number one through five.
Having lost interest in the book she had been reading, she decided to go to bed instead. She put her book on her nightstand right on top of the one that had been laying there for the past 2 weeks. The book that Bucky had started reading to her. She turned off the lights and closed her eyes. She hated the fact that just the thought of Bucky made her sad, she hated that she missed him when he had made it blatantly clear that he couldn’t care less about her. That night, Charlie once again fell asleep with the images of Bucky telling her she wasn’t worth his time replaying in her head, ignoring the stubborn tears that were falling despite her eyes being closed.
Charlie’s co-workers knew something had happened but didn't know what it was. Just that it was bad, bad enough for her to close in on herself and put up her guards. She had even asked to be moved from the front desk to the back office and only work on the patients’ charts and files. The only person who was aware of the situation was the owner of the clinic, her dad’s friend who had hired her. He was on strict orders to fire her the moment James Barnes would show up at the clinic.
Everyone was worried about her, but they knew better than to ask questions. The whole energy at work had shifted, having lost their sunshine; the one person who could make anyone smile through a bad day or through pain. If someone was having a bad day, it stuck with them until the end of their shift because the only person who always knew what to say or what to do to lift their spirits up was hiding in an office, far from them.
They were just as surprised to see that no one was coming in to see her anymore. The friend that used to come eat lunch with her every day was gone and their most regular patient, Steve, hadn’t been seen in weeks. Although it seemed like the two were connected, it was just that Steve was focusing all of his time and energy on his training and didn’t want to risk ruining all of his hard work by getting hurt in an alley fight.
The next day at work, Charlie seemed even more closed off. Her co-workers had slowly started to see the old Charlie coming back to them but all of that was gone overnight. She came in, said a quick good morning to everyone and disappeared in the back office for the entire day. When they saw her again, it was at the end of the day when she left. She wished a good night, to no one in particular and walked out.
She walked straight to the park to meet Steve. No matter how bad her mood was, she never stood him up and always showed up to his training.
When he saw her arrive, he instantly knew something was wrong. Where there usually was a smile, he found a small pout; her face frozen in a frown. Her shoulders were slightly slouched and there was no energy in her steps whatsoever. She stopped walking and started looking around for him, he waited until their eyes met and waved her over.
As she walked over, she gave herself a small inner pep-talk to get into a good mood. Steve had been an amazing and supporting friend with everything that had happened, she knew she hadn’t been the best of company and brought down the mood so she forced herself to smile before reaching Steve and faked enthusiasm.
‘’Hey Stevie.’’ She greeted him, trying to sound as cheerful as possible.
‘’Hey Char.’’ He smiled softly at her before bringing her into a hug. ‘’What happened?’’
She hugged him back, sighing. ‘’I’m sorry.’’ She whispered.
He took a few steps back to look at her. ‘’What are you apologizing for?’’
‘’I’m always in a bad mood lately, I always have problems. I’ve been a bad friend and I’m sorry.’’
‘’You don’t have to apologize for having a hard time. What you’re going through is not easy.’’ He hugged again before letting her go completely. ‘’So, tell me.’’
She motioned for them to start stretching, she was in a mood where she needed to blow out steam and working out with Steve was the perfect solution.
‘’I have my first date on Saturday.’’
Steve stopped stretching, looking at her with sadness in his eyes.
‘’Oh.. Char.’’
‘’It’s fine. We knew it was coming.’’ She tried to shrug it off.
‘’Wanna talk about it?’’
Charlie shook her head no.
‘’Wanna sweat about it?’’ He joked.
Charlie’s only answer was a big grin.
They spent the rest of the afternoon working-out, well Steve was working-out while Charlie was cheering him on, completely out of breath.
‘’I didn’t think I would ever be in a better shape than someone else.’’ He laughed in-between reps.
She stuck out her tongue at him. ‘’Ha. Ha. Ha. Aren’t you a funny one, Rogers.’’
‘’I know, I’m hilarious. It was about time you acknowledge it.’’ He smirked.
She rolled her eyes at him, smiling.
‘’I guess I was too blinded by my own flawless sense of humour to notice yours.’’ She shrugged.
Now Steve was the one rolling his eyes and laughed, pointing at his own head.
‘’How’s your ego? Good? Does that big head of yours make it difficult to walk through doors?’’
‘’My ego is fine, thank you for asking and yes, it is difficult sometimes, some door frames are smaller than others but I just learned to side step. I’ve gotten excellent at it.’’
Steve whistled, his eyes focusing on her head. ‘’Fascinating. I think I can actually see it grow before my very eyes.’’
‘’Aren’t you supposed to be training right now?’’
‘’Aren’t you?’’ He shot back.
Charlie gasped dramatically and they both started laughing. Steve went back to training, finishing today’s boot camp before falling to the ground, sitting next to his friend.
‘’You’re getting better every day Stevie. I’m proud of you.’’ She smiled.
Steve blushed at the compliment, not that anyone could notice, his face already red from all his hard work. She forced him to stretch afterwards, even if he kept complaining that he was too exhausted and he didn’t need to stretch even if deep down he knew he would be less sore the next day.
They walked home in silence, aside from their giggling. Anyone who saw them wouldn’t be able to tell that these two were full grown adults by the way they walked, shoving into one another; their steps going in every direction but a straight line, and by how they acted.
After an eventful walk home, they stopped a block away from Charlie’s house. It had become where they met and where they said goodbye, Steve didn’t come over anymore. They hugged once last time and went their separate ways.
Charlie felt so much better. All the laughing and running around almost made her forget what was waiting for her at home. Almost. But tonight, she couldn’t be bothered with it all. She had just had one of the best days in a long time and she was determined to not let anything ruin it. She was careful not to do or say anything that would set her father off, as soon as it was possible she disappeared to her room and finally let herself relax once she had closed the door.
She was getting ready for bed, brushing her wet hair from her, very much needed, shower. She was looking at herself in the mirror and being tired, she zoned out. Her eyes weren’t focusing on anything in particular, looking in her mirror at the reflection of her room behind her. She was looking around, still through the mirror, when something caught her eye; bringing her out of her thoughts. She gently placed the brush on her desk, to its rightful spot and turned around. She started looking around again, trying to find what had caught her attention but she couldn’t find it. She took a few steps to the side, when she saw it again. Something was shining in the light from her room. She walked over and picked it up.
Her locket.
She closed her fingers around it and brought her hand to her chest, where the locket usually would be and took a deep breath while closing her eyes.
‘’I’m sorry Gran. I know it meant a lot to you, it meant a lot to me too. I really wish you were here right now.’’ She whispered, almost inaudibly. ‘’I miss you.’’
As she opened her eyes again, she tried to think of a place where she could put the necklace. Somewhere that she would know it was safe, hidden from her parents but where she would still have easy access to it. Her eyes fell on the books piled up on her nightstand, finding the perfect hiding place. Her parents never looked through her books, they would never bother themselves trying to find out more about her interests.
She took the book that she had started reading with Bucky and found the page they were on. She hid the necklace in between pages, as close as possible to the bookbinding to not make it too obvious that it wasn’t closing completely because of the pendant. Closing the book, she put it back where it had been; under the book she was currently reading.
She fell asleep easily that night, feeling more at peace than she did the night before and every other night before that.
Saturday came around quickly, too quickly. Like everyone else, Charlie always looked forward to the weekend but not this time. Steve had tried to reassure her, saying it would go smoothly and that maybe she would even like him but she knew that if her parents had chosen him for her, he probably didn’t have anything in common with her but everything in common with them.
The pit in her stomach made it more difficult to get excited and to get ready. Even though she had half a mind to not put any effort on how she would look, she knew it would only mean more trouble for her so she decided to look her best, as if it was a real date. A date she wanted to be on with a man she liked.
She looked at herself one more time in the mirror to make sure her hair was secured into place, that her eyeliner looked good and that her dress looked flawless; not a wrinkle in sight. After all, she had to show her ‘’housewife potential’’. She heard knocking at the front door and took a shaky breath. She grabbed her clutch and opened her bedroom door, cringing at her father’s loud laugh. She walked downstairs, avoiding to look at the man waiting for her as long as she possibly could, that way she didn’t have to talk to him. Instead, she focused all of her attention on her feet as she walked down. It looked completely natural, like she was simply trying not to trip. Unfortunately, she reached the first floor and finally had to look up.
Number One looked handsome, too handsome. He had a smug look on his face, the kind of look that screamed ‘’I know I’m hot, I’m a big shot and better than you.’’ and Charlie hated that. It was going to be a long night.
She shook his hands while her dad was introducing him, honestly she wasn’t really listening and just nodded politely when he asked if she was ready to go.
He told her parents he would bring her back no later than 10pm, then shook her father’s hand. He turned around, opened the door and walked outside towards the cab that had been waiting for them; never looking back to see if she was following him. She followed not long after, a bit disappointed that he hadn’t opened the door for her and let her walk out first, guiding her with his hand resting on the small of her back like gentlemen did. Like James Bucky did.
The restaurant was nice and very expensive. The waiter walked them over to their table, right next to the window that looked over the street from where they had just come from. She followed the waiter, looking on the tables around to see what looked good. Great, she thought, ridiculously small portions. I should have eaten before this. Although it was really ‘’unlady-like’’, Charlie liked it. She didn’t care about the name of the restaurant or how much everything cost. She cared about actually eating and loving the food on her plate. That wasn’t going to happen tonight.
When they reached their table, Number One pulled out a chair and sat down. He didn’t pull out her chair, he didn’t ask her which seat she preferred; the one facing the wall or the one back to the wall. He barely even looked at her. Leaving her with the chair against the wall, she started walking over to sit but was stopped by the waiter who gave her a small smile. He pulled out her chair for her and waited until she was comfortably sitting before leaving them. She thanked him with a small nod and looked at the man sitting across from her, there was no doubt in her mind that he didn’t want to be here either. She wondered why he accepted to do this, clearly he had to be coerced into it otherwise he wouldn’t be here.
She was surprised to learn that he was here of his own free will.
‘’I like those kinds of dates, '’ he started. Dates, plural. Not his first time doing this.
‘’I like to see what kind of sad woman needs her parents to set her up on dates with men.’’ He snickered. ‘’Couldn’t find anyone to love you on your own uh?’’ He added with a mocking tone, pouting to mock her even more.
As rude as he was, Charlie sincerely didn’t care about what he said. He didn’t mean anything to her and his opinion meant even less.
Her eyes drifted to the window, watching people walk by as they looked curiously into the restaurants. Human nature, always so curious. The man in front of her kept talking, never noticing that she wasn’t listening to a single word he said.
The people on the street were much more interesting than he was, she was almost amused; a small smile at the corner of her lips. Her arm was resting on the table and her hand was under her chin, holding her head up. The small smile quickly faded when her eyes met with someone’s on the street. She sat straighter in her chair, her hand falling on the table. The pit in her stomach got even worse, the lump in her throat that had rapidly formed made it hard to swallow or breathe.
It was the first time she had seen him ever since that night almost 3 weeks ago. Bucky.
They both froze into place, even though a window separated them. Her heart started beating faster, just as his did too.
He had managed to avoid running into her for the past 3 weeks. Avoiding every place he knew she went to often, taking a different way home in case Steve would be bringing her over as he lived close to him. He thought that going out for a walk on a Saturday night would be safe, she usually spent her Saturday reading books or by sorting them and rearranging her shelves. He really didn’t expect to see her and the way her expression changed, Bucky knew she hadn’t expected to see him either. He finally broke eye contact, looking her over. It felt like he hadn’t seen her in months, when in reality it had only been a few weeks.
He noticed how dolled up she was and how beautiful she looked. He started moving before he even realized it, walking towards her.
When Bucky broke eye contact, Charlie also took the time to look him over. She wondered if his hair had always had that cute little curl at the front of it. As he started walking closer, her heartbeat picked up. Her heart was beating so fast and so loud that she was sure everyone in the restaurant could hear it.
That’s when he finally saw him; the reason that she was out on a Saturday night, the reason why she looked so beautiful. Number One.
It was like he had been in a trance when his eyes met hers, for a few moments he had forgotten why she wasn’t in his life anymore and why he couldn’t hear his favorite sound again, the sound of her laugh but when he saw the man sitting across from her, everything came rushing back and he was brought back to reality.
He stopped walking, meeting her eyes one more time; so many emotions went through his head and showed in his eyes. He sincerely hoped that everything he had wanted to say and every apology he had been dying to confess could be seen in his eyes.
Then, he turned around and walked away, disappearing as quickly as he had appeared.
Charlie spent the entire date thinking about Bucky and the look in his eyes. He looked so sad but why? He never cared about her, he told her so himself. Hundreds of questions were running through her mind while she ate. She had barely ordered anything, she had lost her appetite.
When the check came, she was glad she did. Number One paid for his half and then pointed to Charlie, talking to the waiter like she wasn’t even there.
‘’She’ll take care of the rest.’’ He said, with a smirk.
The jerk. He wanted her to not be able to pay, to ask him to pay for her half because she didn’t have any money. He wanted her to feel humiliated. Can’t find a man and can’t pay for yourself? Pathetic. She could almost hear him say those words, his smug expression said it all.
Charlie looked at the waiter with a big, genuine smile on her face before grabbing the clutch that rested on the table next to her and opening it.
‘’With pleasure.’’ She said, pulling out a few bills and handing them over to the waiter.
He stopped smiling instantly, clearly angry that she hadn’t needed to beg for him to pay for her meal. It seemed like her parents had left out the part about how she worked everyday, which almost meant she got a paycheck every other week.
Now, he was the one feeling embarrassed. She had completely turned the situation on him and he ended up looking like the cheap date who couldn’t afford taking out women in places like the one they were in right now.
The waiter looked down at Charlie, grinning. He had seen and heard everything Number One had said and done since they had walked in and he was glad to see her put him back in his place.
They walked out of the restaurant and Charlie swore she could see smoke coming out of his ears. He waved over a cab and turned his face to look at Charlie.
‘’You can find your own way home.’’ He said coldly before sitting in the cab and closing the door, telling the driver to go.
Charlie sighed. Although he was extremely rude and she absolutely despised him, she really didn’t feel like walking home alone. Especially not in this dress and those shoes. Her dinner had been expensive and she didn’t have any money left to get a cab.
‘’What a jerk.’’ She said out loud, angry.
Suddenly she felt someone behind her, standing close to her. Too close. A hand rested on her left shoulder before it ran down her arm, fingertips brushing against her skin. They were the kind of little touches that would have made her swoon if she hadn’t been so terrified.
‘’Bad date?’’ Was whispered in her ear as the hand on her left arm reached hers, closing around it.
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As I promised yesterday, chapter 7 is here! I hope you enjoyed it, let me know what you think.
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For the weirdly specific ask game, could I ask for 4 or 14?
A I answered both those questions Here BUT!! I dont think I answered 14 properly so I will take the chance to do-so here lmao, Motifs and Symbols are not the name thing, although flowers Are a repeating idea in my stories they all very drastically with the context of the story but they’re mainly a repeated physical pattern in art I tend to draw
14. Any favorite motifs ?
Theres A Lot of things packed with this question actually pfh, I definitely think ideas and setting regarding Nautical Themes are very prevent in all of my works- almost all my stories regard characters finding their way to the ocean and/or having a significance to the ocean and in turn bodies of water. This is definitely due to where I grew up I can say pfh. Honestly looking at it now I didn’t even Notice how significant that is in my stories (almost) All Of Them connect to the ocean/water in some thematic way. On top of the waters being a significant aspect the idea of self-discovery and independence of ones self are both Very Significant Concepts in my stories and are often alluded to by the nautical themes. Throughout all my stories the waters & oceans seem to convey the same Idea , obviously the extent of said significance changes through each character,,, the more I analyze this the more I realize how hard it is to fully answer across all my stores because they all vary so much but also like. I think this ask thing is about visual arts. So this tangent was probably not the expectation lmao,, I do draw flowers a lot to convey character themes and ideas that relate to the before mentioned things :)
#Im in English Lit High man I swear I know literary terms /J#Okay I still feel like im answering this wrong somehow ?? either way weird dive into my own themes I think#anyway. I should draw my ocs more#ask
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PART 2: GROWING UP
How would you describe your childhood in general?
“Happy. Yes, happy. I had my brothers and my sisters, and friends. I didn’t do great with school or anything and I’ll admit to receiving the switch a good number of times for insolence, but it wasn’t all bad.”
What is your earliest memory?
“Oh, Christ, let me think… You know, it must be of Leah, she was crying at the table we had back in the playroom and nursery then. And then, seeing her crying, I started to cry, too. I’m pretty sure there was food involved. As the reason for crying, I mean. Dropped cake or something. Other than that I definitely remember getting told off for taking… I <i>think</i> it was a thermometer, from father’s bag, and playing with it. Our nanny had me go to my father and apologise, but I was crying so hard I could barely say anything at all… Funny, isn’t it, the things that stay with us?”
How much schooling have you had?
“I’ve not attended college, but I have received tutoring at a college level in the matter of Engineering. And I completed my schooling before that, of course. Sciences, English, French, all that.”
Did you enjoy school?
“No. And that’s all I shall say on that.”
Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?
“Skills? Pfh, I’m not really sure you could call any of what I can do a skill or ability. I was tutored in Piano, and then just sort of… kept doing it and getting better. I learned to ride a horse like anyone else. I can walk long distances because I like walking. And I learnt how to have a good aim from throwing rotten apples at people.”
While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.
“Zach. Zachariah, my brother. And his friends. You know, older boys of the upper class and whatnot. They always seemed so… So interesting, and put together, and smart. I think older boys all round became role models for me. Our Groom at Fairford, for example. Just… yes, I always looked up to them. I wanted to be around them.”
While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?
“No doubt they got sick of me from time to time, but in general we all did well. It was touch-and-go a couple of times when Samuel and Sissy were still young. I made them cry too much, really. That didn’t do me any favours.”
As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
“...”
“..........”
“................. I thought about being an adventurer once or twice, but I couldn’t stand sailing.”
As a child, what were your favorite activities?
“Playing, of course. Riding, playing, walking. I had a lovely kite one autumn. I liked to play tricks, even then, so if I was not doing any of the above I was most likely trying to get into trouble, instead. I’d rope anyone into it, as well. I’m pretty sure I got half the town’s children in trouble one way or another.”
As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?
“To quote one we had governess, I was ‘<i>difficult, unruly, impolite, stubborn, and unpleasant</i>’. I’m quite sure some would continue to say the same of me even now. But, uh, really I was just… irresponsible, yes, but also playful, and outgoing, and positive. -If I must say some kind things towards myself.”
As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?
“I’d like to think so. I mean, the teachers and staff didn’t like me, but the kids at least found me good fun. Apart from always having Leah, and Zachariah, and Samuel, and Sissy as friends, there was also Valentin, and our Groomsman at Fairford. I even managed to get Lord Alastair Talbot to get into trouble once, you know. And for a while there was this young girl in town, a fisherman’s daughter? I played with her a good number of times before it was found out and nipped in the bud. She taught me to curse.”
When and with whom was your first kiss?
“What a question! Are you asking this of everyone? Blimey, you wouldn’t be willing to share other people’s answers with me, would you? No? Oh- well, look, I shan’t kiss and tell, but I can tell you she was a lovely girl. Truly. We just… our worlds were incompatible. You know, it would never have worked out.”
Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?
“-Alright, you know what? No, no I absolutely shall not answer this. That is very personal information. I am an unmarried man, you know! If I were to tell you, would I not possibly besmirch the reputation of some fine woman? Right, yes, so- I shan’t answer. Absolutely not.”
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It seems that I can draw bodies and limbs, clothing and (half the time) even perspective, but my heads and faces have always seem lacking. What do you recommend for me? I'm trying to draw anthro and feral, pony and non pony.
I believe that one of the best things you can do to help yourself in that regard would be to pick a few examples from your preferred aesthetic references for each of the kind of heads you would like to improve, and perform some reverse engineering on them to educate yourself on what makes them “click”. Deconstruct the chosen art into simpler components. Take particular notice of used shapes, ratios and distances. Identify which of those aspects you would like to assimilate into your own style - it’s perhaps best to work with one element at a time, kind of like a science experiment: if you only fiddle with one variable at a time, it will be easier for you to identify how that variable affects the final result. Then you can take any conclusions you reach and attempt to apply them to your own creations.
If you’ll allow me to exemplify, and since it would be kind of cheating to do so with my own art, let me do so with a head taken from the gallery of my friend @fairdahlia-art, since I believe that she would not mind having her creations used for the purpose of helping others. Feel free to chastise me if you feel that I’m overstepping my boundaries, buddy. ;)
Please be aware that I’m not advocating for outright emulating your preferred artists’ style - and even though I ironically ended up doing just that in the example above, it’s undeniable that quite a few elements of my personal style still show through pretty blatantly. I’m just too set in my ways, and my personal aesthetic sense still has a big sway over the way I eventually do things, and the same will happen with you.
That being said, I don’t believe it to be inherently wrong to build your style around that of an artist whose style is particularly aligned with your aesthetic sense - as long, of course, as you don’t try to impersonate that artist or pass their work as your own (one would expect these things to be common sense, but there you go). Inevitably, your style will reflect the whole gamut of influences you’ve been exposed to throughout your life, so don’t worry about “copying” for this effect. We all stand on the shoulders of those who came before us, and that is nothing to be ashamed of.
Study, analyse, deconstruct, experiment, tweak, and eventually all of this will not only help you define your personal style, but also improve your skill and proficiency at expressing it.
This is probably more long-winded and comprehensive than you were expecting, but I still hope it will be useful to you!
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