#//Tis v silly; I loved her so much

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Contemplating going back into Descendants rps with Bridget/Queen of Hearts and/or Morgie as new muses, but tryna figure out how to work out mixed canons like

[h4milt0nz]

DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

lewis hamilton x russell!reader

in which lewis hamilton sneaks around with his teammates older sister however it doesn’t end up how she wants it to.

MASTERLIST

warnings: 18+, angst, fluff, age gap, smut: fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy), fingering, needy sex.

word count: 3.2k

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Despite being George Russell’s older sister, the girl had still fallen so madly in love with his much older teammate. He was 39, whilst the girl was only 30.

She had first properly met the older man in 2022, when her younger brother had joined the Mercedes team.

As soon as her eyes fell onto him, his long sleeves rolled up to the elbow, his brown, gorgeous puppy-dog eyes. His dark skin had beautiful freckles dusting his cheeks, a short beard framing his face which he often ran his fingers through whenever he concentrated.

His hair was in dreads, however they always seemed to be tied up into a high ponytail. He had a few tattoos, and piercings which ultimately gave off the ‘bad boy’ aura he seemed to desperately try to pull off.

As he spoke to Toto Wolff, the team principal, he cracked a few jokes — which caused Lewis to laugh loudly.

It was a beautiful sound which filled her ears, her own lips twitching up into a smile as her eyes fell on his large smile, the small gap in his teeth evident.

George, who was stood by her side scoffed loudly, his hand resting on his hip. His sudden noise pulled the girls attention away from the majestic man, and onto her brother.

“What?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowed into a frown as she shook her head gently.

George couldn’t help but laugh, at the confused expression that was etched onto her features, “Sorry, I just find it hilarious how you’re drooling over Lewis.”

It was now her turn to scoff, as she quickly dug her elbow deep into her younger brother’s ribs, a scowl on her face, “I am not drooling.”

“Are you sure? I see a little uh…” He pointed to around her mouth, wiggling his finger about as a smug smile tugged at his lips, “Drool, there. Just there.” He teased, and his sister was quick to slap his hand away.

Lewis watched from afar, a close-lipped smile tugging on the corners of his lips as he watched the interaction go down between the siblings.

The girl felt his gaze practically burning into her skin, and she soon straightened up, fixing her hair before rolling her eyes at her younger brothers antics.

She looked over to Lewis, catching his gaze. She could feel her cheeks grow hot beneath his eyes, but she pushed the flutter of her stomach down as she mouthed, “Good luck!” Before pointing at her brother with a small giggle.

She earned a laugh from Lewis, and she said her goodbye to her younger brother before leaving the Mercedes garage.

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It was six months later, when the girl was awoken at the dead of night by the ping of her phone.

Confused at who was messaging her so late at night, she opened her phone to see a message from an unknown number.

Hey, is this Y/N?

She furrowed her eyebrows, quickly typing a quick response.

Yeah, who’s this?

She anxiously bit at the inside of her lip as she awaited a response, her heart beating so loud she could hear it in her ears.

Sorry, it’s Lewis. Did I wake you?

It was past midnight, and she could feel the tiredness of being awoken by his message behind her eyes. The light of the screen burning into her eyes, making her have to blink it away every now and again.

No, it’s fine. Did you need something?

She quickly typed back, and she saw that he had opened the message almost immediately, but didn’t respond for a few minutes. She saw how the typing bubble appeared, disappeared, then reappeared multiple times.

She sighed, shutting her phone off and stuffing it into her pyjama shorts pocket, getting up from her bed to grab herself a bottle of water.

By the time that she had grabbed herself a bottle of water from the fridge, and made her way over to her white couch, she felt her phone buzz in her pocket and she immediately assumed it to be Lewis.

You really are slow, aren’t you?

The girl couldn’t help but let out an offended gasp, she didn’t appreciate his attitude in the slightest.

Pardon?

She scoffed, rolling her eyes before slamming her phone down onto the plush cushion of the couch, annoyance bubbling in her chest.

Yeah, she had a bit of a crush on him, but she had never expected him to speak to her like that.

It took no longer than two minutes for a response back, and she sighed with annoyance as she heard her phone ping for what felt like the 100th time that night.

It’s not what I need, it’s who I need.

Her eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown, she didn’t know whether he wasn’t making any sense, or she was that tired that it wasn’t going into her head right.

Lew, what are you on about?

She stared at the message, trying to make sense of it before her phone buzzed again within the space of a few seconds.

God dammit, Y/N.

It’s you. I need you.

The girls heart skipped a beat, the one thing she had wanted for 6 months straight had started to come true.

For real?

She didn’t even have enough time to turn her phone off before she got a response.

God, yes. Come over.

Room 406.

I’m on my way.

She smirked, blushing profusely at her phone as if she was back in high school, getting giddy over her hallway crush asking her out or something along those lines.

She quickly got herself ready, dressing into clothes that exposed her best features — a short skirt that exposed her upper thighs, something she had caught Lewis staring at on multiple occasions, and a blouse which she left the top buttons undone, revealing her cleavage.

She knew the clothes would be ripped from her, ending up in a pile on his floor but she didn’t care, she was finally getting what she had wanted for so long.

She ran a brush through her sleep-mangled hair before rushing from her hotel room, walking down the hall to his room, which luckily was only a few doors down.

Here.

She messaged him quickly, raising her arm to knock on the door. Just before her knuckles made contact with the door, it swung open on its hinges, with enough force to be pulled off.

A loud gasp escaped her parted lips at the sight of him, the familiar heat pooling between your legs. He was shirtless, showing off his perfect, tatted abs, and only sported a pair of grey joggers which easily showed the imprint of his dick.

Her eyes widened at the sight, she could tell he was big. Bigger than average.

Lewis quickly grasped his large hands around her delicate wrist, pulling her desperately into the hotel room before slamming the door behind him.

“Fuck, gorgeous.” He rasped under his breath, instantly reaching his hand around the base of her neck, the other gently caressed her face.

The Russell girl sucked in a sharp breath, staring into his chocolate brown eyes, him staring into her blue ones.

His juicy lips were parted, breathing heavily as he admired the beauty of his teammates sister in front of him.

George was going to kill him. But that was the least of his worries as he now had her where he wanted, in his hotel room, about to fuck.

He licked his lips, staring down at her plump ones, as he inched forward, his breath hot on her cheek.

He ducked his head slightly, placing open-mouthed kisses along her neck, occasionally nipping at the skin, leaving purple splotches behind.

She pushed her head forward slightly, their lips connecting in a horny clash of teeth and tongue. She could sense the older man’s desperation in the way his arms snaked around her waist and pulled her close, her inner thigh resting against his hard dick.

She let out a gasp as the feeling of his clothed dick against her bare thigh sent shivers down her spine and added to the warmth pooling between her legs.

“You look so good f’me.” Lewis murmured between the passionate kisses, his hand sneaking beneath her shirt.

He looked up at her to ask for permission, and as soon as he received a nod as an answer, his hands ventured further up her top, and beneath her bra.

He massaged her breasts, pinching at her nipples which earned a half-gasp, half-moan from her mouth.

“Fuck. You don’t know what you do to me.” He mumbled, continuing his harsh attack on her nipples, “God, the amount of times i’ve had to touch myself, because you’ve been walking about in those short skirts and silly little crop tops.”

The girls cunt clenches around nothing, and she let out a soft whiny whimper as she immediately thought of Lewis, fucking his hand because of herself.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Lew.” She whined, and Lewis regretted not asking her sooner.

“Should’ve asked you sooner, hm?” Lewis asked with a smirk of his lips, and the girl nodded as another whimper spilled from her lips.

“Can I?” He asked, looking down at her. His eyes were dark, full of lust as his hand hovered over her blouse, asking to remove the offending item of clothing.

Her cheeks blushed profusely, and she nodded again.

“C’mon, words, princess. Use them.” He tsked, raising an eyebrow in her direction as she clenched her thighs together as an attempt to release the pooling arousal in her panties.

“Please.” She begged, a whiny tone to her voice as he quickly attacked her clothes, unbuttoning his clothes as if his life depended on it. He then trailed his hands up and down her body, quickly unzipping the skirt as if he couldn’t get it off fast enough before he tossed it to the floor alongside her blouse.

Without any warning, he quickly ducked down momentarily and scooped her up, earning a loud yell that escaped from her lips. A mischievous smirk played onto his lips as he looked down at the girl in his arms.

“My princess needs a bed, no?” He asked rhetorically, in response to the girl’s yelp and giggling.

Once they reached his bedroom, he slowly and gently lowered her to the plush bedding.

“I need you.” Lewis groaned, a deep, guttural noise that just adds to the pool of arousal in her panties. She needed him.

Lewis lowered himself between the V of her legs, his finger hooking against the waistband of her lace panties, and he looked up at her once more, asking for permission again.

“Yes.” She nodded with a soft giggle, and as soon as he removed the thin piece of lace, she could feel his hot breath against her sodden cunt.

Another half-moan, half-gasp left her mouth as he held onto her thighs, keeping them open.

He ran a finger along the lips of her pussy, collecting the slick as a groan left his lips, “So fucking wet already, baby.”

He instantly attached his lips against her clit, causing her back to arch up from the bed. The sound of her moans filled the room as he lapped at her cunt like it was the first time he’d eaten in days.

Each time he paused to take a breath he would mutter something along the lines of, “My good girl” and “So delicious, baby.” Each praise he made added to the heat between her legs, and Lewis could feel the way her aching hole tightened around nothing.

Every now and again, he pushed his tongue into her hole, which caused the girl to jerk up on instinct.

Lewis moaned into her pussy, the vibrations going straight to her core, her walls clenching around his tongue.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He muttered, and she started fisting the sheets beside her, as if it would do anything.

“Fuck, Lew! I’m so close!” She cried out, as he continued his torturous attack on her clit.

The moan that escaped her lips when he pushed a finger inside sounded downright pornographic as he started to curl his finger upward. Each time it hit her sweet spot, threatening to push her over the edge.

“Please, Lew..” She moaned loudly, the familiar knots forming in her stomach as she got closer.

Lewis’ eyes were transfixed on the sight before him, his finger pumping in and out of her tight pussy.

Something he had only fantasised about.

“Cum for me, pretty girl.” He spoke, his voice had a low gravelly tone to it as he continued his malicious attack on her clit.

As soon as those words left his perfect lips, her orgasm washed over her, her juices spilling onto his fingers.

“Just like that, my good girl.” He praised as she came, her back arching from the white sheets of his bed as her legs shook.

If she hadn’t just came, she probably would’ve at the praises alone.

“Fuck, Lew.” She muttered, her hair sticking to her skin as she relaxed into the soft bedding.

The older man pulled his finger from the girls sodden cunt, and he stuck it into his mouth, eating up her release from his own finger.

“Taste so good, baby.” He praised, pulling his finger from his mouth with a soft pop,“God, I can’t wait to stuff you full with my dick.”

“Please.” She begged, her mouth watering at the idea of his dick inside of her. Once the words left her mouth, Lewis was quick to pull down his grey joggers, leaving him in his boxers.

Her mouth opened slowly at the sight of him, his abs, thick thighs and the bulge in his boxers was very evident.

“God, princess, I’ve needed this all night.” He groaned as he took a step closer to his girl on the bed, he ran his hands up and down her basically naked body.

“We don’t need this anymore, do we?” He laughed gently, his arms snaking around her bra clasp as she shook her head in agreement. He removed the black lace and tossed it to the floor carelessly.

“I need you.” The girl spoke as her fingers played with the waistband of his boxers, the same way he had done with hers, “Can I?”

“Of course, baby.” He groaned as his cock sprang free from his boxers, and the girl couldn’t help but gasp at his size.

“Like what you see?” He hummed as he climbed on top of her, trailing kisses from her belly button all the way up to her collarbone. He nipped at the skin, sucking harshly which caused purple splotches to form along her skin.

“Mhm.” She nodded eagerly, feeling his hard cock resting between her thighs, needing it. Needing him.

“Fuck, you don’t understand how often I’ve thought about fucking you, just like this.” He breathed heavily into her ear, causing a soft whimper to leave her swollen lips.

“Do it, please.” She begged, looking up at him through her lashes, a pleading expression evident on her features.

Lewis lined himself up, before pushing himself in slightly. The gaspy groan that left his lips was beautiful, and it sent jolts of electricity through her body.

The sting of the slight stretch was delicious, and she let out a moan as she nodded for him to continue.

Once he finally bottomed out, his breathing became heavy in her ear as he let out a string of praises, “Fuck. You’re so tight, taking me like a good girl. My good girl.”

The feeling of her tight, bare cunt around his large cock felt heavenly, and he couldn’t help but groan as he pulled himself out slightly, just to thrust back in.

As he thrusted in and out of her, he leant forward, continuing his meticulous attack on her neck — leaving sloppy kisses along her neck.

Loud moans from the girl and grunts from Lewis echoed around the girl, the sounds of praises and slapping skin filling the room.

Neither of them cared about the age gap as he relentlessly pounded into her tight cunt, neither of them cared about how her brother would hate Lewis for what he was doing to his sister right now.

All they cared about was each other.

She let out a loud moan as he continued to hit her g-spot, ramming into it with force each time which caused her to teeter over the edge of orgasm.

“Fuck. Want you to cum on my cock.” Lewis groaned into her ear, his breath hot on her exposed neck.

“I’m so close, Lew! Please!” She babbled, her moans becoming louder and louder as he messily thrusted into her even tighter pussy.

He moved his hand down to her clit, rubbing it harshly which caused a slight scream to leave her lips. The added pleasure caused her back to arch from the bed once more, her walls pulsating around his cock.

Lewis was impossibly close to cumming, both breathing heavy as they neared to their orgasms.

“Fuck, baby, just like that. Gonna cum in this sweet pussy, yeah?” Lewis grunted as he thrusted into her messily, and she nodded frantically at the idea of him filling her up with his cum.

As he groaned into her ear, he pushed her over the edge as he added more pressure to her clit.

Her eyes were screwed shut as she came over his cock, letting out a loud cry. Her body shook, her back arched and Lewis let out a loud groan as he spilled into her, a mixture of their releases leaking out of her hole.

“Good girl, you did so good f’me.” His breathing heavy as he tried to catch his breath.

Once he caught his breath, he quickly lifted himself up, disappearing momentarily before returning with her clothes that he placed on the edge of the bed and a damp washcloth to clean her up.

As he leant over her, he bit at his lip anxiously, which caused her to sit up with furrowed brows, “Is something wrong, Lew?” He hesitated for a moment, helping her clothe herself.

“No, no..” He mumbled, sighing deeply before he decided to say what was eating at him, “You can’t tell anyone about this.”

Those words alone caused her blood to run cold, her face dropping from her post-orgasm glow to a look of hurt.

“What?” She asked, her heart sinking.

He noticed the broken look in her eyes, and he felt his own heart sink slightly. But no one could find out, especially not George.

“If this gets out, George wouldn’t forgive me, and given the circumstances…” He trailed off, hinting at the 9 year age gap between them, “It wouldn’t end well if everyone found out.“

He reached out for her hand, and she reluctantly accepted it, her heart still aching for the man in front of her. All she wanted was him, to be loved by the man who only wanted sex, and not to be his dirty little secret.

For months after, the two snuck around — because she believed that having some of Lewis was better than none.

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[s1llysmut]

Can we get Velvette for the nsfw alphabet?

NSFW alphabet for Velvette

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Honestly she immediately passes out. It’s really cute when you lay beside her though because she subconsciously cuddles into you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favourite body part on herself is her hair if that counts. She loves expressing herself with it. On you her favourite body part is your ass, no matter your gender.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She’s a squirter.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She doesn’t really have any secrets from you. Well maybe the fact she’s designing lingerie specifically for you as a surprise.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She knows a thing or two. She knows the basics. Besides, if she ever needs advice she just asks Valentino.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She rides you. Or if you’re the one getting fucked it’s from behind.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s a little goofy. More so attitude than silliness.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It’s the same colour/s as her hair. She doesn’t shave but she keeps it trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Not very romantic. She’s more kinky with sex than romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She uses all sorts of toys. She gets free ones from Valentino all the time.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She likes being tied up and also tying you up. She likes being put in her place but also putting you in your place. She’s sadistic but also a masochist. She’s a switch if you couldn’t tell.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere she wants. She’s a lady who gets what she wants.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you’re in clothes that look really good on you. She’s a woman with fashion.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She won’t involve anyone else in the bedroom. She’s way too protective of you for that shit.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She prefers receiving. She loves to ride your face and tug at your hair.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She has a need for speed.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She’s a busy woman of course there’s gonna be quickies sometimes!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes she’s game to take risks. Anything she finds interesting at least.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Around 3 or 4 rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She has tons of toys from Valentino. She uses them on herself and you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A LOT of teasing. She’s a brat.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s loud like really loud. She’s got nothing to be ashamed of in her opinion.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She will make you taste your own cum.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Small tits and a medium sized ass.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Every few days.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Immediately. Literally immediately.

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Hype Train!

F! Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 8~

His Info: 📹✨

Part: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, YANDERE, pet names (pretty, pretty girl, my girl, good girl, ) WHOLE PART IS SMUTT, NSFW, p in v, creampie, oral on f, giving safe words, use of toys, shiabari, bondage, ball gag, blindfold, overstim(a lil?), squirting, flogging, not use of safe word-but like teaching when to use one, and some sweet aftercare!, fingering, shorter part

“Jassss—ahhh!!—perrrr!!!!”

He slams his hips into your ass with loud slaps over and over, your whole body lurching forward every time. He holds your body tightly against his by the ropes he tied in knots all over your pretty body.

“P-please! Harder!!! Ah!! Jas-perrrr! Harder!!! HARDER!!!!” You cry out like your life depends on this one moment.

“Y/N! F-fuck!! Y/N,” He pulls you further up by those ropes like you’re a puppet and grabs your collared throat with his other, choking you enough to bring you to that precipice you already love dancing on with him.

The resounding slapping of his pelvis against your skin is already so loud in the night, you’re glad you’re not in your old apartment where everyone would be hearing not only that, but both of your desperate howling.

“AHHH!!!!” You feel his cum finally splash deep into your womb, instantly filling you up. “Jas—per!!! Mmmm!!!”

“Cum on me again, pretty!” He thrusts harder and harder still, lifting your body higher over and over again.

The ropes burn and the pain mixes so deliciously with the intense pleasure leaving you delirious as you cum another time, your spasms milk him dry.

His dick twitches inside you.

You relax completely and catch your breath, while he still holds you up by the rope.

“J-jasper, th-that was—”

“After what you did, Y/N, I’m not even close to being done with you.” He nuzzles your neck and nips your ear.

You shiver, your eyes widening.

You hadn’t known at the time what you were getting yourself into, “I’m gonna devour you, Y/N. You’re never leavin my sight again.” He had said to you while you gazed up at him, wide eyed, from under the desk. His hand caressing your chin. If you had a tail it would have been wagging, you felt so proud. You did so good!

Back to right now, and his teeth and snakebites are grazing your skin, raising goosebumps in their wake.

“You better be ready for more, pretty~”

“Wha—?” Before you can ask, your abruptly flipped onto your back. Your tied arms behind you are making your back arch in this position. “J-Jas—”

“I told you before we left, pretty girl. There's no way I'd be done with you yet.” He starts putting pillows under your ass, lifting up your lower half using the ropes that surround both sides of your glistening pussy.

The pressure around the outside of your lips squeezing them together makes you shake and whine.

“Just relax f’me. Im not gonna check in much t’day.”

“Kay,” you nod. It's so pleasant how comfortable he makes you.

He grabs a ball gag and a blindfold out of his bedside table.

Carefully he puts them on you, “Open up, pretty,” You shudder and do just that.

He’s fussing over you and making sure your hair’s not caught in anything. Then he fixes the rest of your hair from sticking to your skin and having gone under the rope from the last few sessions.

Once your blind, and he’s pulled away, you hear a *click* like a button being pressed.

Nothing happens and you relax, not even having realized that you even tensed up.

He chuckles, “Good girl, now if you want me to actually stop, say some kind of random food, like pineapple, or avocado. Got it? i’ll hear it through that gag, don’t worry, pretty.”

“mmhmmf,” You nod. At first you think it sounds silly, but then you realize how much power he’s giving you in your physically powerless state.

Your belly feels all fluttery, you’re already more than hot and bothered all over again.

You wiggle your hips a little against the restraints.

“Aw, such a good girl f’me”

A long second of nothing happens and the anticipation swells inside of you until, *Thwap!*

A few leather strands lightly slap your thigh, He slowly drags it across your leg. It tickles, “Mmff!” You smile, and bend weird against the ropes.

“You like that, pretty? want me to hit ya harder?”

“Mmmff hmff!” you nod.

He’s smiling and admiring your beautiful body, he cant wait to leave marks all over you.

He waits another long second before smacking you with it again, this time harder, still not enough to actually hurt you, but it stings. You wiggle and moan against the gag. Another smack with it, harder and in the same spot, before he moves and smacks your other thigh.

After a couple more hits, both your thighs are hot, you think hes going to hit you again until you feel the strands lightly glide between your folds. You convulse as you come again. "MMMM!!!! ASERRR" His name around that gag makes his dick twitch and hit his own thigh.

He didn't think he'd be getting hard again so soon after cumming three times already.

It fills with more blood still as he thinks about filling you up with even more cum. "Fffuck, pretty, you're too good f'me, im gettin' hard again jus lookin at ya"

You smile and wiggle more, trying to entice him. He already was, but now he's just plain mesmerized.

You don't even register the click before you feel him pop something not too big inside you.

You feel a new stinging as the flog is guided through the air right down onto your tender cunt. “Mmmm!! mm!!” He hits right over your opening again.

Then he leans down to suck your hardened clit, his tongue expertly flicking you as he does. It's TOO much! you shake your head violently, screaming around the little red ball.

"let it out f'me, pretty~" he turns up the vibration.

You feel a pull on the ropes around your thighs, squeezing your abused lips together as he sucks your clit again. mixed with the vibration inside you, you feel so overwhelmed.

“Mm onna!!!!! aserrrrr!!!” You pant, and yell.

“C’mon, pretty, you can do it,” His words are sloppy as his tongue laps under your hood.

You release a torrent of juices, you didn’t even know was possible. “Such a good girl—”

The feeling of releasing that way is unlike anything you’ve ever felt.

As soon as you do and you’re panting so very heavily, he removes the vibrator and the gag, you cough and shake. You didn’t really notice your legs until just now.

He knows you didn’t say a safe word, but something looks off.

“J-jasper, my legs are cr-cramping”

His eyes widen a little, and his heart hurts, he reaches back into that drawer and pulls a knife out.

In two smooth motions your binds are all cut.

Next his body is wrapped around yours, and he’s massaging your calves, “Y’know you can use safe words for leg cramps too, sweet girl,” He peppers some loving kisses to your face, “You were tied up li’that for a while…”

“I didn’t think about it… o-or notice” You giggle through the pain, focusing on his soft hands. “Thanks s’much Jasper, I’m sor-“

“No need, pretty, think ya can walk to the bathroom w’ me”

Your legs feel better after he rubbed them, they feel a little like solid rocks now though, but you think you can!

“You’re so cute, do you even know you make a face when you’re feelin’ determined?” He pokes your cute cheek.

Your face warms a little, how this man makes you feel all these kinds of things is beyond you.

He slings your arm around him testing if your able to walk, and you seem pretty good, just a slight hobble… Might not even be from the cramping. He can’t help but smile.

“Good job pretty, you’re doin so good,”

The en-suite isn’t too far, and he sets you down on a poofy stool near the tub. You stretch your legs, he was careful with you to not cut off any blood flow, so you’re thankfully not numb anywhere.

You’re usually dehydrated and get cramps like these sometimes anyway. Probably the combination of the bend and the constant curling of your toes.

As soon as the water warms he helps you into the tub, then climbs in behind you.

Warm arms wrap around you, and for a while you both just relax like that. He eventually moves first leaning back against the tub.

You lean back into him and snuggle into his chest. “Pretty~ Ya gonna fall’sleep before you can wash li’this,”

He reaches over for a loofa and dips it in the water.

“here, pretty girl, lemme…”

He starts with just scribing in gentle circles down your arms, then your legs. He gets to your neck, kissing every spot before he cleans it.

The loofa tickles as he runs it up your sides. He uses one hand to fondle you, caressing up your belly, then gently cups your tit. The loofa travels down between your legs, and his fingers up. He tweaks your nipple, and blows a puff at your ear lobe.

He forgoes the loofa and dips a finger into you, you lean back and widen your legs until one is hooked over the tubs edge.

“Good girl, such a good girl f’me” His other hand trails your arm, and finds your hand to hold.

“I love you, Y/N, s’much…” a soft kiss to your neck, “I jus’ wanna spoil you…” another kiss, under your jaw this time, and he caresses your hand with his own. “I wanna protect you…” A longer kiss this time, “mmm, protect you from everything, even your past.”

“Ahhhmmm!” You clasp your hand around the one of his that’s between your legs, pressing it harder to you so he stops as you come again.

“So pretty~” he purrs.

[kindestofkings]

tis the damn season

robert keating x reader (she/her)

heres the requested bobby fic! reader is bobbys neighbour in dublin and they've had a situationship thats always off again on again, which ryan is v fed up with lol <3

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enjoy and also happy new year ! forgot how much I love making these so please come with some more requests, I always love getting them xxx

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year FIVE of working as a waitress during silly season, people need to be KINDER

yourbestfriend not all heros wear capes yourneighbour1 god bless you ↳ its been TOUGH but neighbours christmas party next week !! ↳ yourneighbour1 UGH best part of the season alsooo did I see a certain curly haired bass player make his return to the road...? ↳ feck he's home earlier than usual 😀 ↳ yourneighbour1 time to rekindle the infamous situationship??

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the return of the loudest next door neighbour known to man, yay 👍👍

yourneighbour1 😏😏 bobbyskeetz get rid of that sarcastic yay ryanmcmahon_15 yay my fav idiots have been reunited ! ↳ idiots? plural? why am I an idiot ryan?? ↳ ryanmcmahon_15 hmmhmm when will yee learn

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joshjenkinson_ lookin so mysterious and interesting xx

inhalerfan1 he is one of us

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inhalerfan3 christmas came early

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bobbyskeetz excuse me?? I have NEVER and WOULD never yourusername big fat liar yourbestfriend y'all are the worst, every fecking christmas ryanmcmahon_15 what she said !

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yourusername the kids table at the neighbours christmas party is always the place to be <3

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bobbyskeetz I cried cause you threw it at me

yourneighbour1 weakling bobbyskeetz ugh thanks tho.... I guess

ryanmcmahon_15 bobby and yn being adults when

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yourbestfriend ah ryanmcmahon_15 shes quoting tis the damn season by THE taylor swift, what does this mean?

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bobbyskeetzswife literally in Dingle, Kerry 😭😭 he said hes with the lads but they ran out of drink so he was forced to go to the shops 😭 😭 inhalerfan1 omg hahahah I can't believe they just played the 3Arena

inhalerfan2 no way wonder why they're in dingle, such a random Irish town...

inhalerfan3 that girl that they all follow is in Kerry aswell with grace (eli's girlfriend) bobbyskeetzswife is that yourusername? I wonder who she is, bobby is always interacting with her inhalerfan2 huh wonder has he got a girlfriend

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graciebrns wholesome few days before what I've been told, will be the best party I'll ever attend

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yourusername party animals okay old man bobbyskeetz just cause you can't ever keep up ryan yourneighbour1 its how we were raised 😤

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bobbyskeetz happy birthday gorgeous, love cleaning up bottles with you on new years day x

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yourusername ahhhh the taylor reference 😭

yourusername my favourite nosey neighbour <3

ryanmcmahon_15 I have never been so invested in two idiots getting together properly

yourbestfriend so insufferable its taken like 13 years for them not to be idiots yourusername and what about you two being idiots.. bobbyskeetz whats your favourite book trope again love? yourusername FRIENDS TO LOVERS BABY, take notes ryanmcmahon_15 yourbestfriend

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

warnings: angst/fluff. Mentions of death, violence, blood.

pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You gave up your claim to Wessex for Sihtric, but you were still promised to a nobleman.

word count: 1.7k

Note: it took me a while, but here is a new chapter for the Princess story! it's a direct follow up on part 4.

taglist: @clairacassidy @finanmoghra @uunotheangel @hb8301 @bathedinheat @neonhairspray @anaeve @bubblyabs @travelingmypassion @sylas-the-grim @anditsmywholeheart

Part I: The Dane. Part II: The Truth. Part III: The Lust. Part IV: The Pain. Part V: The Fight.

‘I now pronounce you husband and wife. Sihtric,’ Beocca said, ‘you may kiss your bride.’

You looked up at Sihtric, who had tears rolling down his cheeks just like you had. He cupped your cheek with his free hand, as his other hand had been tied to yours during the handfasting ritual, and he leaned in to give you a deep and loving kiss. Uhtred and Finan cheered and Beocca muttered a quick prayer, blessing your marriage.

‘My wife!’ Sihtric said with a smile, pointing to you when he looked at Uhtred and Finan.

You chuckled and wrapped your arm around his waist, wanting to feel the body of this Dane close against yours, knowing you had just given up any claim to the land of Wessex to be with him.

‘So,’ you giggled, ‘who is to witness the consummation of our marriage?’

Beocca coughed and quickly turned to walk away, Uhtred nodded slowly as he rubbed his hand over his face and Finan snorted.

‘Lord,’ Finan said, ‘the whole town has heard them hump before the wedding already, isn’t that enough?’

‘For me it is enough,’ Uhtred laughed, ‘Beocca? Is it enough?’

‘I do not wish to be part of that. I have done my part, Uhtred. But I say it is enough, it is a silly tradition anyway,’ Beocca smiled lightly, ‘but, princess, do not think it is over. The nobleman who is expecting you, Lord Wiltshear, will come for you if you do not show up.’

Your smile faded and you clung onto Sihtric, who clenched his jaw and huffed at Beocca.

‘Geeze, Father,’ Finan chuckled awkwardly, ‘what a way to ruin a wedding, aye?’

‘I am merely stating facts, Finan.’

‘We know,’ Uhtred said, ‘this lord Wiltshear, have you received any word of him?’

‘Barely, all I know is that he is waiting for her. Sihtric!,’ Beocca said curtly, ‘protect her with your life. Don’t look away from any signs of things going badly and don’t let your anger take over. Do not be foolish like I was with Thyra, I beg you.’

‘I will protect her,’ Sihtric said, ‘you have my word.’

‘Don’t make me regret this, boy.’

‘You will not, father.’

‘Beocca?’ you asked, ‘are you going to tell my father?’

‘I am afraid I have to, princess, and I fear I will be banished.’

‘You will always be welcome with us, Beocca,’Uhtred said, ‘when I reclaim Bebbanburg.’

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You’ve been married to Sihtric for only a few days. Uhtred had decided to continue the journey to Wiltunscir and meet up with Lord Wiltshear, in the hope of keeping peace between the lands, and Uhtred planned on offering the lord silver instead of his expected bride.

Lord Wiltshear was a rather old looking man, with short grey hair and a hunchback, and you praised whatever higher power there was that you were not going to marry that man.

Uhtred told the lord that there had been a misunderstanding, and that you were married to a Dane. The lord agreed you were now unworthy of being called his wife and agreed to take the silver instead of his bride, much to your relief. However, as you almost turned to walk away, the lord said that he may not want you as a bride anymore, but had decided that he wanted you as a slave. Uhtred was appalled by this and said it was not going to happen. An argument broke out and you had all tried hard to keep Sihtric quiet, so the lord wouldn’t know you had married that specific Dane, but he couldn’t bite his tongue anymore, much to everyone’s horror.

‘Then let us fight, Lord Wiltshear,’ Sihtric shouted, ‘make the square!’

‘Sihtric!’ you hissed.

‘What are you doing!’ Uhtred groaned.

‘And who are you?’ the old man asked.

‘I am her husband.’

‘You are the Dane who took my bride?’

‘And I humped her too,’ Sihtric smirked. 

You huffed and looked at Sihtric, motioning him to keep quiet.

‘She is my wife and she is mine. She will be no slave, for no one. You cannot have her.’

‘Yet, you wish to fight?’ the lord asked.

‘To put an end to this, yes.’

‘And what if I win?’ the lord smiled, ‘then what?’

‘I mean no disrespect, lord, but you will not win from me,’ Sihtric chuckled.

‘But if I would? Do I earn her?’

‘If you win? Sure,’ Sihtric scoffed.

Finan looked at you in shock, and you glanced up at Sihtric.

‘You cannot gamble with my life!’

‘My love, look at him, he can’t even hold a sword.’

‘Sihtric be quiet!’ Uhtred said loudly, ‘Lord, this is a mistake. Please ignore this man, we will pay you in silver, but the princess is not up for negotiation.’

‘Make the square,’ lord Wiltshear said, and he gestured his guards outside.

Sihtric smirked and looked proudly around the room, pulling you close to his side.

‘No! Lord!’ you shouted, ‘my husband does not know what he speaks of! Ignore him!’

‘Lord,’ Uhtred said, ‘we do not wish to see you get hurt.’

‘Get hurt?’ the old man spoke, ‘why? You think I will be fighting? No, no,’ he laughed, ‘I have men to fight in my place.’

‘What?’ Uhtred said.

You frowned and looked up at Sihtric, who suddenly looked a little less cocky after hearing these words.

‘Alwin!’ the old man yelled.

You watched a large, young man approach. He was one head taller than Sihtric, and twice his size, looking rather fit for his shape and also rather relentless. You panicked and grabbed Sihtric’s hand

‘You will be fighting Alwin,’ the lord smiled, ‘make the square!’ he shouted again.

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‘Why did you do this?’ you cried in Sihtric’s arms as people gathered around to see the fight that was about to happen.

‘I… I’m sorry,’ he mumbled, ‘I didn’t…. I didn’t think it would be like this.’

‘We were so close to just walking away from here!’ you shouted and slammed your fists against his chest, ‘we could’ve… we…,’ you sighed and started to cry again.

‘He will not have you,’ Sihtric said as he wrapped his arms around you, ‘whatever happens, I promise you, he will not have you.’

‘What if he kills you? Then what?’ you scoffed, ‘have you even thought about that? What if you die?’

Sihtric looked at you and clenched his jaw, guilt ridden by his own reckless behaviour.

‘If I die,’ Sihtric said softly as he took his dagger from his belt and pressed it in your hands, ‘then meet me in Valhalla.’ 

He placed his hand on the back of your head and pressed a firm kiss against your forehead, ‘I love you,’ he said and turned away from you, walking to the square. You wanted to go after him but Finan was quick to grab your shoulder.

‘Princess,’ he said and shook his head, ‘this is not your fight, aye?’

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You had buried your face in Finan’s chest and covered your ears from the sounds of the fight. The last thing you saw was how Sihtric took Alwin’s shield to his jaw and he fell backwards. Sihtric had fought well until that moment, both men had caused serious damage to each other, but the blow to his jaw had caught Sihtric off guard as he took a second to look for you in the crowd. His heart broke when he saw the fear in your eyes, and he remembered his promise to Beocca. He would not let anything happen to you, but then he fell down as his jaw nearly broke as it had collided with Alwin’s shield.

Sihtric groaned but quickly got back up on his feet and swung his axe towards Alwin, who managed to easily step away in time, causing Sihtric to miss as he was fighting off his dizziness. The crowd cheered louder, making both men more agitated at each other. Sihtric was quick to pull up his shield and blocked Alwin’s attempt to strike him with his sword, Sihtric lowered himself to one knee and slammed his axe into Alwin’s knee, who fell over in pain and cried out. Sihtric pulled his axe out and stood up, kicking Alwin against his shoulder, making him fall over onto his back. He kicked Alwin’s sword away and before Alwin could lift up his shield, Sihtric slammed his axe into Alwin’s face, causing the crowd to shriek and soon grow quiet.

‘Princess,’ Finan said, making you look over your shoulder.

And you saw how Sihtric stood in the middle of the square, bloody and bruised, panting and grunting as he stepped back from Alwin’s twitching body. He dropped his axe and looked around the crowd with dark eyes. He wiped his hand over his face, trying to rid himself of the blood with no luck, and he looked for lord Wiltshear. Sihtric cocked his head back and spread his arms when he locked eyes with the old man.

‘Lord,’ Sihtric breathed heavily, ‘the princess is mine, and mine only.’

Lord Wiltshear looked at Sihtric in anger and slowly shook his head.

‘She was promised to me,’ he hissed.

‘Yet I married her!’

‘You stole her from me!’

‘And then we fought for it, did we not? And I won!’

‘No,’ the old man growled, ‘No! Guards! Take her! Lock her in the chambers!’

Within a split second you were ripped out of Finan’s embrace and dragged away. You saw how guards had put their blades towards Finan and Uhtred as they tried to go after you, causing them to stop and watch you being taken away.

‘No!’ Sihtric shouted and ran to you, but was quickly stopped by two guards, ‘keep your hands off her!’

‘Sihtric!’ you screamed, ‘please!’

‘My love!’ Sihtric shouted with all the energy he had left, his voice hoarse from the fight. And he desperately tried to fight his way out of the guards, who struggled to keep him captured.

‘Sihtric, I love you! Please!’ you cried as you were dragged further and further away.

‘My love,’ Sihtric shouted again, nearly losing his voice, ‘meet me in Valhalla!’

You had barely heard Sihtric’s hoarsely shouted words when you saw how one guard raised his fist up towards you, and then everything went black.

[marshmallowprotection]

What are your thoughts on the new Cg? Butler Saeran? I’m not use to the him nor Jumin and Zen with glasses. But they look good

Normally, I would do a lengthy analysis post about the image, but there isn’t much here for me to analyze! I do want to write something for the anniversary that I will try to get out before the end of the month, but it's not going to be tacked onto an image analysis since there isn't much for me to say here other than point out a few Easter eggs. 

I got what I wanted. Jaehee in a tuxedo. This is what I manifested at the start of the month and I am grateful that we not only got her in a maid outfit, we got her in a butler outfit, too. Jaehee stans, you have won and she is front and center! This is her moment and she is killing it. I feel the need to stare at her for a little while because it's cute and there's no way I'm going to let this moment pass me by without really appreciating Jaehee aesthetically.

I'll be honest, I don't know why the recent trend has been to make our boy Yoosung super clumsy. He's never really been a clumsy guy and I don't know where someone got the idea that Yoosung isn't on top of what he's doing. I will agree in saying he's probably the easiest person to bully in the entire universe because he's sweet and gullible, but he isn't clumsy, and yet, every image we've gotten of him this year other than his birthday image has had him busting his ass on the ground in one way or another.

Does ANYONE know why they're bullying Yoosung this bad? I mean, he's really cute here and I appreciate that he's trying his best to really impress the MC, but c'mon, give him a break.

I did not realize how badly I needed Jumin in glasses. Jumin's already a very handsome person but somehow adding glasses really elevates it here for some reason. I don't know how his vibe has enhanced for me but it has. I wear glasses myself and I always have, so it's nice to see the characters in glasses in official artwork because I'm always super curious to see how they would look. It's working for Jumin, that I can tell you.

I like that his hair isn't as neat and tidy as it usually is, too.

I fear they have slayed. Saeyoung and Zen are dazzling in their own right and I can't remember the last time they were drawn side by side but I think it's been a little while.

I've already noticed many people have pointed out that Saeyoung is wearing a ring. It's a little bit silly that he's wearing it over his glove, but I have to admit that is something he would do if this were his timeline. He is proud of the fact that he gets to live in this world, and he's even happier to know that he has somebody by his side who understands him more than anyone else. He's definitely that guy who doesn't stop talking about his partner because he's so in love. 

Zen with roses is something I've come to expect because he's also a traditional romantic. Red roses are the best way to captivate someone with your love and it’s no surprise that he follows that path. It might seem a little cliche but who is he if not somebody who loves romantic cliches? He is that guy who would watch romcoms with you all day long regardless of your relationship status with him, he just gets it.

I don't know how I feel about him wearing glasses since he doesn't seem like a glasses guy, but maybe if I saw him in sunglasses I might be able to rationalize this better. He's wearing a stylized pair here and I think it's the gold that's throwing me off. If it was silver, I don't think I would feel as perplexed by how I feel because silver fits him better as that's typically what he chooses for himself.  

Controversial thing to say every time I say it, but I have to tell you guys that Jihyun is still my third favorite character in the game, and I really don’t mind when Saeran and V are drawn together. I recognize that they do this because those two are tied together as the leads of Another Story, just as the core five, meaning Yoosung, Zen, Jaehee, Jumin, and Seven are drawn together.

But, to me, seeing Jihyun with everyone makes me feel like there is a timeline where V did the right thing for everyone and asked for help at the first sign of trouble instead of continually shooting himself in the foot. A lot of the art that's drawn with V included is self-indulgent and can only exist as true fanservice because it would never be true in most routes of the game. 

Normally, I would expect him to look exasperated in art like this but he seems to be fairly confident which is a good change for Jihyun. I’ll take it! 

I have no idea what they're doing here, did they choreograph a song and dance? They aren't the most coordinated members of the group so that makes me want to laugh. It's sweet, but I have a huge feeling they're going to trip over each other if not on their own feet. Saeran is as cute as always, I could talk about him for hours.

Seeing him as a butler always takes me back to when Ray said he would be happy to be your butler in a huge mansion. That was utterly indicative of the fact he was willing to become subservient to you if it meant you would stick around. That’s what the first bad ending is all about. Unfortunately, he thought so poorly of himself that he would be willing to make himself nothing more than something for you to push around if that's what you wanted. 

At least, in this context, he's doing it because he wants to make you happy, sure, but it's not something he's doing to make sure you stick around, he knows you'll still be there no matter what because he doesn't have to work himself to the bone to prove he's worthy of your companionship. 

I don't know if anybody picked this up but the painting is in homage to the anniversary image from two years ago. Rika was in the painting that time, and this time around, it's MC.

I do think it's worth noting that they are playing with light and dark imagery which is to be expected in a game that takes a lot of cues for religious imagery. Rika and MC are always bathed in white and black, light and dark, true contrast.

They're both wearing a dress that goes off of the shoulders, the only difference being the color and the style. MC has a more sleek pattern and Rika is bathed in ruffles. Rika’s seems to be more constrained and MC’s a little more loose around the edges. MC is free to make choices one way or the other by pushing outward, and Rika makes choices that go against her best interest as she pulls inward. I think another CG that plays on this is the BE from V Route.

Love her or hate her, there are important parallels at play here. 

In conclusion, Rika has always been like this in official art and I don't know what to tell you.

[wei-smiler]

Do you have a favourite episode of Xiaolin Showdown?

Regarding my favorite episode of Xiaolin Showdown, recently, it would probably be "Omi Town." Although this episode isn't particularly outstanding, in the chaotic plot of the third season, it is one of the few that showcases the mutual support among the Heylin. Of course, besides this point, another reason I like it is that almost all of my favorite characters make an appearance. Despite the limited number of episodes in the third season and the somewhat messy storyline, this episode clearly portrays the complex interests and relationships among the Heylin.

The theme of this episode is clearly about exploring the meaning of family. In addition to the depiction of Omi's family on the surface, there is also the subtle portrayal of Jack's "family."

When Wuya takes Bean to find Jack, the scene feels like an unfit mother suddenly bringing a new partner to bother a son who has long since cut ties with her. It looks like Wuya is introducing Jack to his "new dad."ㄟ( ▔ v ▔ )ㄏ

There's another part I particularly like: Jack stands beside Wuya with a silly grin, Wuya glances at him, smiles, and says nothing. This image makes me love it so much that I can't put the feeling into words. It's so powerful that just seeing this scene can lift my spirits.○|￣|_~%?…,# *'☆&℃$︿★?💓💓💓

Additionally, there's another scene where Jack, Wuya, and Bean appear in the same shot from the same angle, resembling a bizarre family portrait.ԅ(¯﹃¯ԅ)

As the story approaches its end, it also timely showcases Bean's cunning and the inexplicable rapport between him and Wuya.

It's these details that make me consider "Omi Town" my favorite episode of Xiaolin Showdown.(❤´艸｀❤)(❤´艸｀❤)

[underthenightskydreamsneverdie]

Hi! If you’re taking requests would you be interested in writing one where reader/MC had another boyfriend before she got together with Sebastian, then when her and Sebastian are about to have sex together for the first time she reveals she’s a virgin and he’s shocked because she was with her ex for a year and she admits she was saving herself for him knowing they’d eventually get together. He’s so sweet and careful and makes it perfect for her and puts her pleasure first the entire time. Maybe lowkey breeding kink too tied in with him knowing he’s the first and only to do so to her

Alright love, I finally got this written!

Worth The Wait

Summary: Sebastian finds out MC has been saving herself for him, and gives her a sweet, memorable first time.

Word count: 2674

Pairing: Sebastian x f!MC

Warnings: 18+, first time sex, cunnilingus, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink

Sebastian looked down at her, a stunned look on his face. They were alone in a quiet corner of the library, paying no attention to the homework and books spread out around them. 

“Really? I’m shocked, honestly. I’m guessing that was your choice, not his.” Lowering his voice even more he muttered to himself “That guy is a bigger moron than I thought if it was his choice.” Flicking his eyes back to her face he smiled shyly at her, his eyes softening. “What exactly happened with you two, MC? You were together for a long time, why did it end?” 

“That’s why it ended, because I wouldn’t have sex with him. I mean there were other things, but he kept bringing it up and wouldn’t accept that I wanted to wait. So I ended it. I was tired of hiding the real reason and I just couldn’t take it anymore.” Her face turned red as she realized she had said too much. Looking up at him, her eyes wide, she tried to backtrack. “I mean...I…He..fuck!” 

Sebastian held her gaze, pure curiosity showing on his face. “What was the real reason, love? You know you can tell me anything.” Taking her hand in his, squeezing it, he gave her a loving smile, hoping that after six months of dating she knew he was trustworthy. “We’ve talked about having sex, what makes me so different from him. What changed?” He hoped he hadn’t just pushed it too far, he really wanted to know her answer. 

She sighed heavily, standing up, walking away from the table, heading towards the bookcases. She looked over her shoulder at him, and he flushed as he stood to join her. He lost her when she turned the corner, letting out a small yelp as her hands came out of nowhere, grabbing him and pulling him behind the closest bookcase. “Oh, hey.” He gave her his best seductive smirk. “Fancy meeting you here.” Leaning in he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, relishing in the taste of her. “Why did you bring us here, love? Did you want a repeat of last week's extracurricular activities?” As she giggled, pulling his body closer he let his mind wander to last week. She had pulled him into a quiet corner of rarely browsed books, kissing him passionately. He could still feel the way her legs had wrapped around him as he picked her up, still hear his own breathy sigh as she had undone the first few buttons of her blouse, still taste the slight tang of her sweat on the soft flesh of her breasts as he peppered them with open mouthed kisses. Still feel the pain of her rejection when he breathlessly asked if she wanted to take this moment somewhere else and give in to their desires.

Looking at her now, there wasn’t a trace of the conflict he had seen in her eyes last week, instead she looked at him with steely determination. “No, I wanted to tell you why I never let my ex sleep with me.” She looked into his eyes, trying to judge his reaction. “I was saving myself for someone else. I was saving myself… for you.” She ducked her head, unable to look at him, a deep blush taking over her face. “It sounds silly but I knew the first time we met you would be so very important to me, and I would wait forever to be with you, deny myself to others so you would be my first. I didn’t think it would take us this long to get together, but you didn’t seem interested in romance during our fifth year and most of our sixth year either. I regret having dated that jerk in the first place. It feels like I wasted so much time I could have been spending with you.” 

Sebastian couldn’t wrap his mind around what he’d just heard. “You…you were waiting for me? Fuck, MC, if I had known that I would have stolen him from you a long time ago. For the record, I’ve always been interested in romance with you.” He laughed softly, shaking his head. “Oh, the pair we make, love. I can’t believe we lost so much time.” Leaning in, he whispered against her lips, “Should we make up for it now? We’ve got four months of school left, I don't want to go another day without making you mine. Would you be okay with that?” 

She surprised him again, taking his hand and pulling him back to their table, shoving her books and papers into her bag. He took it as a ‘yes’ and hastily collected his own possessions. He stopped her as they made their way down the stairs, heading for the library door. “Love, I need to know your answer. I need to hear you say it.” She didn't say anything, just pulled harder on his arm until they were in the privacy of the shaded Transfiguration Courtyard, where she rounded on him, crushing her lips to his before breathlessly giving him the permission he needed. 

“Yes, Sebastian. Yes, I want to make up for it, and I want to start right now.” She kissed him deeply, her hands roaming his body. “Take me, Sebastian, make me yours entirely.” She pulled away, taking his hand once again, leading him to the Room of Requirements, the ultimate sign she was ready for this. They had spent a lot of time there together, but both knew it was her place, he was only a guest. The room shifted as they stumbled through the entrance hallway, a new door appearing on the wall across from them. She broke the needy kisses she had been pressing to his neck as they entered, rolling her eyes at just how intuitive the room was, knowing exactly what they would find behind the door. 

Sebastian cocked his head to the side, curiously crossing to the door, his eyes widening and a grin breaking out on his face as the door swung open. She ducked past him, kicking her shoes off before flinging herself onto the plush bed, sighing as she sunk into the cool, black silk bedding, before throwing a small pillow at him, laughing as it hit him in the head. “Oh, you're gonna pay for that, love!” Jumping onto the bed next to her, he brought his hands to her sides, tickling her, enjoying her delighted laughter and the lovely shade of red her face was turning. “Merlin, you’re beautiful, MC. Have I told you that lately? Oh I have? Well let me show you this time.” 

Gently rolling on top of her, he kissed her softly, slowly moving down her neck, kissing at the newly exposed skin as she unbuttoned her blouse, arching her back, slipping the garment off. Groaning at the softness of her, he relished in the high pitched moans she made as he took her nipple into his mouth. Looking up at her, swirling his tongue around the harding nub, raking his teeth over it before letting it slip from his mouth with a wet pop. “Do you like that, love? Does it make you feel good?” He pressed soft kisses to her breast as she nodded. “Should I do it to the other one? Use your words, please love, I need to know what you like.” Smiling as she let out a breathy plea for him to repeat his actions, he moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. Afterwards he kneaded the soft flesh, watching her face. “Do you want me to move lower? I’ll do anything you want, darling.” Hardly waiting for her answer, another breathy reply of encouragement, he kissed his way down her stomach, warm hands caressing her sides, before moving to the waistband of her skirt. “Can I take this off, love?” 

He slowly undid the buttons on her waist, giving her time to change her mind in between each one, watching her face carefully. As the last button popped open, he gave her a final look before gently tugging the material down her legs, tossing it onto the floor with her shirt. 

“You okay? Should we keep going?” 

She looked at him, her desire clear in her eyes. “Yes, let’s keep going, Sebby.” 

Hooking his fingers under her panties, holding his breath for reasons he didn’t understand, he slid them down her legs, groaning as he caught a glimpse of her pink folds when she lifted her feet off the bed. Large hands sliding up her calves then her thighs, he pressed kisses to her legs, slowly spreading them apart. He could have spent hours caressing every inch of her shapely legs, especially her thighs, but she was starting to squirm underneath him, her desire for more almost too much. Lifting his head from her left thigh, which he had spent the last two minutes covering in open mouthed kisses and small nips, he told her he would continue, not giving her a choice. 

At eye level with her core, he took a deep breath, groaning as her scent washed over him, his mouth starting to water. Flattening his tongue he ran it over her folds, smirking at the needy whimper that escaped her. Throwing one of her legs over his shoulder, and wrapping his arm around the other, keeping her pinned in place, he lapped and sucked at her before focusing on her clit. Swirling his skilled tongue over the sensitive nub, he growled softly as his ministrations elicited delightful, desperate responses from her, her fingers tangling in his soft hair as she mumbled incoherently. 

“Mmm, you like that, love?” Her hips started to buck, and she ground herself against his face, pressing him impossibly closer to her heat. He moaned against her, sucked at her folds, buried himself between her lips as much as he could, even slipped his tongue inside her, every trick he had to drive her wild. Judging by the way she was cursing happily and pulling at his hair, it was working. There was only one other thing Sebastian needed to do. Reluctantly pulling away he looked at her, breathing heavily. “I’ve got to stretch you out so you can take my cock, love. You’re still okay with this, right?” 

Her whiny “yes” gave him a renewed vigor and he quickly dove back between her legs. Slowly inserting a finger into her, he steadily pumped his hand, allowing her time to adjust to the feeling before adding a second finger. His lips back on her clit, he tried to keep a slow rhythm, not wanting to hurt her, but the sight of his fingers disappearing into her quickly made him lose control. He pumped into her fast and rough as her moans grew more powerful until he felt her walls clench around his digits. “That’s it, baby, cum for me. Fuck, you’re such a good girl.” Her walls fluttering around him as wave after wave of her orgasm hit he never stopped his movements, desperately drawing out her pleasure as she screamed his name, pride swelling in his chest. When her internal grip relaxed he pulled his fingers from her, replacing them with his tongue. Slurping up her juices, he knew this was where he was meant to be for the rest of his life, pleasing this beautiful girl and no one else. Smiling like a fool he sat up, ripping off his clothes before leaning over her and kissing her deeply. “I love you, MC. Will you let me keep going?” 

She pulled him in for another passionate kiss. “Yes, Sebastian, I love you too. I trust you, my body is entirely yours, take it, love.” 

Groaning into the kiss, Sebastian felt his heart flutter, he couldn’t believe things had finally worked out this way for them, and now that they had, he was never going to let her go. Crawling on top of her, he lined himself up, slowly rubbing the head of his cock along her folds. He gave her a silent nod, a questioning look taking over his features. “Ready?” She smiled at him, nodding back. He pushed into her as slowly as he could, stopping whenever she dug her nails into his forearm, watching her face closely for any signs of pain or discomfort. 

Both breathing heavily as he bottomed out inside her, he studied her face as she made an effort to control her breathing and relax her muscles. “I know you’re probably a little uncomfortable, but damn do you look beautiful right now, MC. So fucking gorgeous.” He leaned forward to kiss her, resting his forehead on hers. “Tell me when you’re ready for me to move, love.” Another minute passed before she whispered “okay”, her hands clutching at his muscular arms. 

Setting an achingly slow pace, he thrust his hips, groaning at the tightness of her walls around him. “Gods you feel so good, baby.” She let out her first moan and he watched her slight grimace turn into a full blown smile of delight. 

“Go a little faster, Sebby. Fuck, I never thought it would feel this good. Ooh, yes.” 

Sebastian threw his head back in bliss as her words became incoherent whimpers, and quickened his pace. Steady, soft thrusts carried them close to the edge of their orgasms, but he knew it would take more to push them over. “I’ve got to speed up baby, I want to hit that spot inside you that will have you screaming for me.” Watching and listening for her signal of approval, he lifted her leg, once again positioning it over his shoulder, gripping it tightly as he drove himself deeper into her. He gave her harder, faster, deeper thrusts, hitting his target with every single one, her high pitched whimpering making him lose himself in the pleasure. 

“Oh, yes, Sebastian. Fuck, I-I’m going to cum.” 

Her words snapped him out of his trance, and he fumbled to get his words out in time. “Look at me, baby, is it okay for me to finish inside you? Let me fill you with my seed. Mark you as mine where no one else can. Let me claim you, MC.” He was so close, barely able to hold out for her response, his thrusts growing sloppy and wild. 

She clawed at his skin as her orgasm washed over her, arching her back off the bed. “Yes! Sebastian, yes! Cum inside me, fill me up, mark your territory!” 

Her walls clenching around him, the freedom her words gave him, the fantasy they fulfilled, the cries of her pleasure were everything he needed. A deep, guttural groan left his lips as he shot rope after rope of warm cum deep into her, his cock buried to the hilt inside her slick, soft folds. Her legs wrapped around him, pushing him even deeper, and he let out a blissful laugh before gently collapsing on top of her, his cock still twitching inside her. He smiled as her fingertips traced featherlight circles across his scalp, his chest rising and falling in time with hers as they caught their breath. 

“That was amazing, love. Just like you.” He pressed soft kisses against her cheek, eyeing her lovingly. He pulled himself out of her and shifted to lie next to her, pulling her body flush against his own. 

“Did that live up to your expectations, MC? Was I worth the wait?” He ran his fingers through her hair as she nuzzled against his shoulder. 

“You were definitely worth the wait, Sebastian. That was an incredible first time.” She sat up, catching him off guard when she pushed him onto his back, climbing on top of him, straddling his waist. “But we’re not leaving this room until I can say ‘that was an incredible third time.’ We’ve waited far too long to do this only once tonight.” 

Sebastian groaned as she rocked her hips and roughly pulled her face down to his. “I couldn’t agree more.” 

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Top 15 Skeleton Characters

Happy Dia de los Muertos, everybody! Anybody who knows about the Day of the Dead knows it is really a celebration of life…and they also know that a major part of this holiday’s iconography is the imagery of skeletons and skulls. The human skeleton, in fact, is quite the ubiquitous visual: skeletons unsettle many people, on a fundamental level. Everybody has one, but if you’re actually SEEING one, that’s not a good sign: bones are the last vestiges of something long dead, and so there is always this automatic gut reaction of perturbation that comes with them. Of course, there’s also a recognition that life was present, which can, in its own odd way, be heartwarming. Skeleton characters - or even characters who are simply skulls or have skull faces - are thus a major part of many fictional worlds. They can be used to mock death, or celebrate life, or they can be used to represent fear and destruction. Regardless, they are always interesting to see, as commonplace as some may claim them to be. So, I decided, if today is a day about celebrating life through the imagery of death, it was only fitting to do something to celebrate the many characters who, effectively, do the same thing, one way or another. Now, I’m only going to be counting ACTUAL skeletal characters here, so to speak; characters like the Phantom of the Opera, Red Skull from Marvel, or Skull Face from “Metal Gear Solid V,” will not count. They evoke the imagery of a skull, but they’re really just deformed human beings, not actual collections of living bones. Also, I won’t be counting gatherings of skeletons (with one exception), such as the various skeleton-themed enemies you’ll find in video games, or the famous Harryhausen skeletons from “Jason and the Argonauts.” They aren’t really “characters” so much as “creatures,” so I don’t think they fit the bill. With that said, let’s waste no more time! Here are my Top 15 Skeleton Characters!

15. Skelly, from I Spy: Spooky Mansion.

Here’s a more obscure option to start things off. How many of you had I Spy books or played the I Spy PC games when you were younger? I know I did. This picture-puzzle series could be surprisingly challenging, and I was always fascinated by the way they organized the photos in the books, not to mention the animation in the PC titles. “Spooky Mansion” was always my favorite game and book, mostly because…well…I like Spooky Mansions! (Even did a list about them, go and take a look at that, tis the season.) Skelly was essentially our Tour Guide for the game: a mischievous but not malicious skeleton who loved to play games with people and spook them silly. She traps us inside her haunted house and challenges us to find various pieces of a puzzle in order to escape; none of this is done with evil intent, she simply wants to play! I always found Skelly a wonderful mix of creepy and sweet, almost like an Addams Family character; that’s always a great blend.

14. Skeleton King, from Super Robot Monkey Team Hyper Force GO!

Imagine Skeletor on a REALLY bad day. That would basically be this monstrosity in a nutshell. The main antagonist of this (incredibly weirdly named) superhero series, the Skeleton King was once a good-hearted scientist, who wished to help the world; it was he who created the titular Monkey Team. However, things changed when the man began to study the dark forces of the Netherworld; assured in his safety from them, he later paid the price of his hubris, as the dark spirits were released, and ending up possessing and corrupting the scientist, body and soul. He thus became the Skeleton King: a cyborganic ghoul who plots to destroy the entire universe. The King was a deliciously creepy villain, and much of his menace can be owed to his voice actor: none other than the Joker himself, Mark Hamill. Honestly, if that name alone doesn’t interest you in this character right away from the start, there’s not much more I can say that will convince you to give him a look.

13. Sir Daniel Fortesque, from MediEvil.

Sir Daniel is a tragically comic case: for ages after his death, this knight was hailed as a hero, believed to have been a mythical and powerful figure who died nobly for a righteous cause. In truth, he was a bungling coward who was killed in the very first seconds of battle, and never really did anything grand at all; somewhere along the line, the facts of his life got all twisted up. When the evil he once fought (or, at least, wanted to fight) rears its ugly head again many years later, Sir Daniel Fortesque is brought back from the grave to do battle once more...but, of course, not being a hero at all, he now has to prove himself. “MediEvil” becomes a typical quest of an unlikely hero; someone trying to live up to the reputation he garnered over time, trying to earn respect from those who know the truth. It’s a classic kind of setup, only enhanced by the unique, Tim-Burton-esque visual styling of the game…not to mention Sir Daniel’s absolutely hilarious running cycle. I guess he went to the Ministry of Silly Walks before his demise.

12. Bob, from The Dresden Files.

So far, I’ve only finished the first six books of “The Dresden Files,” but it’s already a favorite series of mine. (Also, if you’re only familiar with the TV series…that doesn’t count here, since their version of Bob is rather different.) The series details the many adventures of “consulting wizard,” Harry Dresden, and blends elements of noir-style detective mystery storytelling with doses of dark fantasy and Gothic horror. One of my favorite characters is undeniably Bob: an eccentric ghost who inhabits a skull in Harry’s home. Bob is intended to be a sort of living encyclopedia for Harry to consult when on a case; he has been around for centuries, and helped many wizards in his time, making him an extremely valuable source of information. However, Bob is also…well…freaking hilarious. He’s always got his mind in the gutter, and he’s always filled with snark and a ready-to-whip-out insult or quip, leading to some pretty funny dialogue any time he’s featured. Generally, whenever Harry consults Bob, that’s when things are about to get truly serious…but it’s hard to remember that past all the pure, glorious silliness he provides. The only reason Bob doesn’t rank higher is that he is literally JUST a skull, and on top of that, the skull probably isn’t even his own: it’s just his way of communicating with Dresden in the world of the living, sort of like a crystal ball or other conduit of knowledge. Still, I feel he counts enough.

11. Captain Bones, from Crashbox.

Made for HBO, this series was one of my favorite shows EVER when I was a kid. “Crashbox” was a show that really went outside the box with how an educational program could also be entertaining! It used various styles of animation in numerous scenarios and skits to showcase all kinds of different skills. Basic stuff like math, history, sciences, social studies, and so on were featured, but you’d also have things that challenged your critical thinking or problem solving skills, with puzzles and riddles that weren’t necessarily things you’d be taught at school, but were still important things to learn. It was all done with this irreverent tone; the series was utterly bonkers, so it was always a joy to watch even as it taught you all the skills it tried to push. Captain Bones was one of the most frequent skits in the series, and also one of my favorites. “The Incredibly Dead Captain Bones” was a skeletal ghost pirate cursed to Sail the Seven Seas for an eternity. “And I’ll tell ya,” the Captain would sigh, “I’m a Bored Stiff.” (Har Har.) To keep himself from dying of boredom (…presumably a second time…), the old pirate would use his own bones to create math and picture puzzles, which the viewer would be challenged to try and figure out before he showed them the answer. What made Captain Bones hilarious…were his insults. This guy was the KING of Insult Comedy, able to come up with all kinds of incredible, colorful phrases without ever getting dirty or lewd, given the fact this WAS made for kids. If you don’t agree…“THEN YER NOT FIT TO WALK THE DECK OF ME GHOST SHIP, ye crustacean-sucking, knock-kneed, squid-faced, plank-walking sack of soiled, sea-salted, unwashed fish buckets of barnacles for brains!”

10. Lord Ainz, from Overlord.

I haven’t seen a whole lot of “Overlord” yet, which is the primary reason Ainz only BARELY crosses the threshold into the Top 10. Trust me, if I’d seen more, he’d probably be WAY higher. “Overlord” is a classic Isekai anime series: the plot focus on a young man who ends up zapped into a video game world, which he had once been a player of. He finds that he has been transformed into the character he created: a hyper-powerful dark skeleton warlord, known as Ainz Ooal Gown (or “Lord Ainz” for short). The interesting thing about this isekai is the way Ainz is played, and how he evolves over the course of the series; as time goes on, he loses more and more of his humanity, as his personality, morality, and ethical viewpoints start to merge and become less like his own back on Earth, and more like those of the character he created. This leads to a lot of gray area in the morality of Ainz, as he seeks to conquer the world - the typical goal of many a great dark lord - but has surprisingly understandable motivations for doing so. From what I’ve seen so far, the series is quite interesting, and Ainz is an equally interesting character…but I’ve only scratched the surface of this show, so I don’t think it’s fair to give him TOO high a rank JUST yet. But still, Top 10 ain't bad, right?

9. Bonejangles, from Corpse Bride.

There’s really not a whole lot to say about this guy, I just really love him. Though a fairly small part on the whole, Bonejangles is arguably one of the most recognizable characters in the Tim Burton animated picture “Corpse Bride.” A hollow skeleton with a single eyeball, which he rolls back and forth between his sockets, this limber, jazzy fellow appears to be pretty close to the titular character, Emily - the ghost of a bride-to-be who died mysteriously. It is he who tells the story of the Corpse Bride to our protagonist, Victor Van Dort, via the song “Remains of the Day,” easily the best song in the film’s soundtrack. While his time onscreen is small, he makes an immediate impression, and Danny Elfman’s gravelly, raspy vocals only add to the clattering, rambunctious skeleton’s fun personality. In short, Bonejangles is proof that big characters can come in small packages.

8. The Horned King, from The Black Cauldron.

This movie was HATED when it came out - notoriously, “The Black Cauldron” lost to the CARE BEARS when it premiered. (I wish I was joking about that.) However, over time, the movie has garnered something of a cult following, mostly for its dark and often rather brutal atmosphere (which is still rather pale compared to the Lloyd Alexander novels the film is loosely based upon). One thing almost everybody loves about the film is the villain: the lich-like Horned King, voiced impeccably by John Hurt. A cross between the character of the same name from the first book, “The Book of Three,” and the evil Lord Arawn, the main antagonist of the series, Disney’s incarnation of the character is easily one of the most mysterious and frightening of their animated baddies. Essentially a living corpse (who has horns growing out of his head, for some reason), the Horned King is a powerful sorcerer who wishes to destroy all of mankind. (Why? Probably because he’s tired of everyone around him having noses.) To this end, he and his goblin-like assistant, Creeper, seek out Hen-Wen, a pig who somehow has gained oracular abilities, allowing her to find the hiding place of the titular Black Cauldron. The Cauldron is an ancient piece of crockery possessed by the spirit of a long-dead king, which can create an army of living dead brutes, “The Cauldron Born.” In the end, the King is thwarted by Taran, a young farm boy who has been thrust into a quest to stop him, and is sucked into the Cauldron itself. In arguably the goriest death scene in a Disney movie, the King is stripped of his soul, and his FLESH (what little he has), as his life force is sucked into the Cauldron’s hellish depths, before EXPLODING in a flash of light and dust. A fittingly gruesome end for this bony fiend.

7. Arc, from Skeleton Knight in Another World.

Much like Overlord, this is another fantasy isekai anime series, in which the main character is transformed into a character they played in a video game. And, just like then, said main character is an extremely powerful skelly-dude. HOWEVER, that’s about where the similarities between this show and “Overlord” stop. In “Skeleton Knight in Another World,” Arc is not a villain who plays the hero of his own story…but instead just a hero, period. In fact, a big part of the series is that he worries about people seeing his true bone face, as he knows the sight of a giant living skeleton will probably be seen as a bad sign by many. Arc is a wonderfully fun protagonist: like many characters in this sort of scenario, he is equal parts bold and admirably strong…and sort of a total dork. The human life he left behind clashes constantly with the uber-heroic facade he tries to put on (complete with a bold and daring laugh, which is absolutely glorious), leading to a great deal of humor. While Ainz is probably the more popular character between these two, I’ve actually finished all of “Skeleton Knight” (at least with what’s available thus far), and I generally prefer Arc a little bit more, based on what I’ve seen. Therefore, he gets higher marks on the list. Also, on a side note…the theme song to this show is absolutely freaking GLORIOUS, seriously, go take a listen to it.

6. Basically the Entire Cast of “Coco.”

This is the exception to the "no groups of characters" rule I made. I know it’s cheating to include a whole bunch of skeletons, instead of just one, but I felt that, in this case, it was warranted. It’s fitting I’m posting this on the Day of the Dead, because that’s what this film is actually inspired by and based around. This Pixar movie tells the story of a young boy named Miguel, who loves music. However, due to personal tragedy, his family has banned any member from being a musician. Believing his great-grandfather to be a legendary musician, Miguel goes on a quest to rekindle the love of music in his family…and, in the process, ends up in the Land of the Dead, which is populated by a whole world of Dia de los Muertos-inspired skeletons. Ranging from friendly sorts, like the eccentric Hector, and multiple late members of Miguel’s family, to the more villainous Ernesto de la Cruz, choosing just one character to represent an entire film of colorful, whimsical bunches of bones seemed next to impossible. So, yeah, I’m just counting the entire movie here. My list, my choice. So sue me. :P

5. Ghost Rider, from Marvel.

A prominent anti-hero of the Marvel universe, the Ghost Rider has gone through many incarnations. One early interpretation, later re-named the Phantom Rider (big difference, I know), isn’t a skeleton at all, nor a supernatural entity of any kind. Instead, the first Ghost Rider was a Wild Western hero and horseman, who used his ghostly costume and magic tricks to frighten his enemies - think of a cross between the Lone Ranger and Batman. Later interpretations, however, took a different path. The most famous Ghost Rider is Johnny Blaze: a stunt daredevil who was tutored largely by his adoptive father, Crash Simpson. (Good lord, these names sound like video game characters from Nintendo…) When Crash developed an inoperable cancer, a grief-stricken Johnny made a deal with the Devil himself to try and save him. Needless to say, it didn’t go so well. Now, Blaze - and others who would share his curse - must roam the land hunting down evildoers, fighting both mortal and supernatural villainy in an endless quest to avenge the innocent. The Ghost Riders all share common visual elements: fiery skeletal bodies, leather clothes, chain-based weapons, and of course, AWESOME motorcycles to ride upon. Their power over the fires of Hell itself are their primary weapons, however, with a variety of different attacks and powers available to Blaze and his later compatriots in the war to seek out the evil and punish them for their sins...hopefully while avoiding ending up in terrible Nicolas Cage outings. No promises on that one.

4. Sans & Papyrus, from Undertale.

Oh, God, I LOVE Undertale. And more than that, perhaps, I LOOOOVE Sans and Papyrus! The Skeleton Brothers are easily my favorite characters in the game, and the most identifiable for me, in many ways. Sans is, in some ways, Undertale’s equivalent to the Doctor from “Doctor Who”: he is a comedic, laid-back, somewhat eccentric character who uses his unassuming appearance and “dopey” personality as a facade. As many a player quickly learns, Sans is far more powerful, far more DANGEROUS than he looks or seems, able to go from cracking a terrible pun to threatening you with painful death in a split second. If you get on his bad side, “you’re gonna have a bad time.” His brother, Papyrus, on the other hand, is sort of the reverse: at first glance, Papyrus seems like your typical “over-the-top villain.” His signature laugh, twisted design, and sense of self-importance all make him about as fiendish as can be...all he’s missing is a top hat or a moustache to twirl! But it quickly becomes clear that Papyrus is neither as evil, nor as clever, as he likes to seem: in reality, he’s really a rather harmless sort of bony fellow, and would much rather befriend you than murder you with his incredibly elaborate, Wile-E.-Coyote-esque death traps. (Much like with Wile E., the traps never work the way they should.) Dealing with these brothers is a BIG part of figuring out the events of Undertale, and the path your adventure will take in the game. Whether you love them as much as I do or not, I advise you to decide wisely.

3. Skeletor, from He-Man and the Masters of the Universe.

There have been several different takes on Eternia’s greatest villain over the years (my favorite will always be the original, but I do like many, if not all, of the other interpretations out there). No matter which one you look at, Skeletor is a very fun villain, and is easily one of the most iconic skull-faced scoundrels out there. A dark wizard who longs to take over Castle Grayskull, and learn all its secrets for his own evil ends, Skeletor’s evil ranges from cartoonish to truly cruel, depending on which version you look at, but there’s always a wonderful blend of both creepiness and genuine menace that accompanies him. It’s hard to not make references to this guy when looking at other bony characters, and he’s given rise to more memes than you can shake a sorcerer’s scepter at. Really, what more can I say? It’s Skeletor: by virtue of his recognition alone, he’s more than earned a spot in the Top Three.

2. The Grim Reaper.

Arguably the single most iconic skeletal figure in history, the Grim Reaper - the embodiment of death itself - could really take up an entire list of his own. (And he probably will, one day.) There are so many versions of the Reaper out there, it’s kind of amazing: when people imagine what death’s avatar looks like, it’s likely that the typical imagery of a skeletal figure, garbed in a dark cloak and carrying a scythe, is the first thing they will imagine. Sometimes the Reaper is depicted as a humorous and comical figure, such as the version found in “The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy.” On many occasions he is depicted as an evil monster, such as the version of Death found in the “Castlevania” franchise. Other times, he is something of a neutral force, as death is neither truly good nor evil when you think about it; probably my favorite example of this is the one found in Terry Pratchett’s “Discworld” universe. Bottom line, I think the fact that skeletons so often represent death, to the point where the very embodiment of the Angel of Death is depicted AS a skeleton, speaks for itself as to why this ranks so highly. Honestly, I was tempted to make this choice number one, but I decided against it for several reasons. Still, iconic as the concept of the Grim Reaper is, the character - in pretty much all his forms - has more than earned high praise here.

1. Jack Skellington, from The Nightmare Before Christmas.

“Nightmare” is one of my favorite films of all time, if not my absolute favorite. It’s not a complex movie, really, but its simplicity is part of what makes it so wonderful! Jack is, by extension, one of my favorite characters of all time: hailed as “The Pumpkin King With the Skeleton Grin,” this dapper, noble, gentlemanly bonehead is the ruler of Halloween Town, a world of ghosts, goblins, and ghouls (oh, my!) whose only job is to make Halloween as frightening as possible. But, despite his undead state, and wicked sense of humor, there is no malice in Jack’s mischief; he just sees it as a job. A job he’s apparently very, VERY good at, from the few examples the film and other spin-offs give us. Jack’s really a very good sort; charming and debonair, but also rather naive. A cockeyed optimist in his own way, and a bit of a prima donna, Jack’s over-the-top antics and spirit of adventure are what often get him into trouble; he has a problem with thinking things through. However, when things go wrong, Jack is ready for action, and quick to take responsibility, take charge, and take chances. His heart is in the right place at all times, even if his brain doesn’t always get there right away. Mixing intelligence and charisma with a childlike simplicty - much like the movie he hails from, in fact - Jack Skellington is an endearing and interesting character who deserves every bit of love he gets from myself and the world over. He’s just as iconic as the Grim Reaper, Skeletor, and others on this list, if not more so! And for all these reasons and more, I happily (albeit pointlessly) name Jack Skellington my Favorite Skeletal Character!

HONORABLE MENTIONS INCLUDE…

Captain Barbossa, from Pirates of the Caribbean. (He really only counts for the first film, which is why I didn’t include him on the main list.)

The Speaking Skull, from The Last Unicorn.

Manolo Sanchez, from The Book of Life.

Spinal, from Killer Instinct.

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Best Underrated Anime Group C Round 4: Hitori Bocchi’s ○○ Lifestyle vs Inuyashiki: Last Hero

#C2: Hitori Bocchi’s ○○ Lifestyle (HitoriBocchi no MaruMaru Seikatsu)

High social anxiety girl has to befriend her whole class

#C3: Inuyashiki: Last Hero

Old man turns into robot superhero

Details and poll under the cut!

#C2: Hitori Bocchi’s ○○ Lifestyle (HitoriBocchi no MaruMaru Seikatsu)

Summary:

Many of us know what it is like to transition to a new school with few to no friends in a new environment, going through the arduous process of getting to know people again. Bocchi Hitori knows this struggle all too well, having just graduated from elementary school and thrown into middle school. Unfortunately, she suffers from extreme social anxiety: she faints when overwhelmed, vomits when nervous, and draws up ridiculously convoluted plans to avoid social contact. It does not help that her only friend from elementary school, Kai Yawara, will not be attending the same middle school as Bocchi. However, wanting to help her, Kai severs ties with Bocchi and promises to reconcile with her when she befriends all of her classmates in her new middle school class.

Even though Bocchi has no faith in herself, she is determined to be friends with Kai again. Summoning all of her courage, Bocchi takes on the daunting challenge of making friends with her entire class, starting with the delinquent-looking girl sitting in front of her…

Propaganda:

This is a fun and lighthearted show. Watch it if you need something cute to chill out! The art is cute and colorful, the music lively, and the animation fine enough.

As it's adapted from a four-panel gag manga, the story is simple and focuses on the various characters. They all have pun-based names related to their main personality trait, so they're easy to remember if you know some basic Japanese (Hitori Bocchi means all alone, for example). The girls are all adorable and fun in their own quirky ways, and I loved seeing the heroine doing her utmost best to overcome her fears -and other challenges- to befriend them in the hope of fulfilling her promise. That's the power of the Do-Your-Best Fairy! They all care for each other (despite some teasing) and help Bocchi with her monumental task, never pulling her down for her struggles but gently pushing her in the back when needed.

But most importantly, Hitori Bocchi is a very relatable character. As someone suffering the same trouble, I related a lot with Bocchi, from her silliest worries to her escalating panic and weird schemes in an attempt to prevent anything wrong. Anxiety is faithfully represented, mixed with the right amount of laughing to how far Bocchi can get to avoid fearful situations in her very cute ways. It feels good to see a character like me in a such positive light! The struggles are real and acknowledged, and it’s really moving to see our heroine overcome them little by little in a very humanizing way.

This series has become one of my comfort materials, and I come back to it when I need hope and inspiration in everyday social interactions! If you need one last thing to be convinced, listen to that most adorable and silly song that will give you the Power of Motivation: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGoGwlNmZUQ 

Trigger Warnings: None.

#C3: Inuyashiki: Last Hero

Summary:

Ichirou Inuyashiki is a 58-year-old family man who is going through a difficult time in his life. Though his frequent back problems are painful, nothing hurts quite as much as the indifference and distaste that his wife and children have for him. Despite this, Ichirou still manages to find solace in Hanako, an abandoned Shiba Inu that he adopts into his home. However, his life takes a turn for the worse when a follow-up physical examination reveals that Ichirou has stomach cancer and only three months to live; though he tries to be strong, his family's disinterest causes an emotional breakdown. Running off into a nearby field, Ichirou embraces his dog and weeps—until he notices a strange figure standing before him.

Suddenly, a bright light appears and Ichirou is enveloped by smoke and dust. When he comes to, he discovers something is amiss—he has been reborn as a mechanized weapon wearing the skin of his former self. Though initially shocked, the compassionate Ichirou immediately uses his newfound powers to save a life, an act of kindness that fills him with happiness and newfound hope.

However, the origins of these strange powers remain unclear. Who was the mysterious figure at the site of the explosion, and are they as kind as Ichirou when it comes to using this dangerous gift?

Propaganda:

This show is nowadays remembered for referencing One Piece and its obvious CGI, but it’s so much more than that. Inuyashiki is a beautiful, dark, dramatic exploration of humanity, showcasing the brightest good that humans are capable of and the most horrific evil. It seriously explores both extremes, and it forces the audience to solemnly watch every step of the way.

It also has an AMAZINGLY badass OP and a beautifully sad ED, perfectly encapsulating the duality of the show itself.

Trigger Warnings: Animal Cruelty/Death, Flashing Lights, Graphic Depictions of Cruelty/Violence/Gore, Rape/Non-Con, Suicide

When reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

If you want to criticize one of the shows above to give the one you’re rooting for an advantage, then do so constructively. I do not tolerate groundless hate or slander on this blog. If I catch you doing such a thing in the notes, be it in the tags or reblogs, I will block you.

Know one of the shows above and not satisfied with how it’s presented in this tournament? Just fill up this form with your revisions, and I’ll consider adapting those changes.

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[vitriol-ghoul]

Couple things to ask lol :

What do Virtue and Vitriol think of one another? Is it tied to a particular story or character arc?

What do you hc the band's ghouls to look like (eg Sunshine, Swiss, Cumulus etc)

Theories on what's happen to Copia now he's done his last show? Think we'll get Papa Emeritus V or will the previous papas come back?

Ohohoho! Thank you for your lovely asks, friend!

What do Virtue and Vitriol think of each other?

Virtue — “I think vitriol is great. We were summoned together at the same time, ‘n have been as close as two sinners in eternal damnation since. I know he looks all big an’ scary, but deep down, he’s a big softie. Real, gentle giant typa’ thing. ‘N ya can hear it in his voice when he occasionally speaks. I love the bones outta the big guy.”

Vitriol — “Virtue… is interesting. She’s always so… Cheerful, regardless of what’s going on around her. I respect that. It’s a good quality to have. I like her company, even if she never shuts up. She’s my best friend.”

What do you hc the bands ghouls to look like?

This is gonna get a post of its own when I can bother to actually draw them all, but I tend to lean towards the designs @bonesy-doodles uses! Go check em out!

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Proceed with caution ⚠️

Theories for what will happen now Copia has done his final show and taken up the mantle of Frater Imperator.

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Personally, as silly as it sounds, I really do think that the Terzo returning theory makes a lot of sense.

- The foot twitching in the chapter embalming scene

- The scratches on the glass coffin during the Veneration of Relics

- The RHRN bonus content; most of the movies mentioned referenced: Revenge, like the movie where the band member haunts another one — Or through clips shown, referenced other things to do with terzo, like the headless horseman, or a specific scene from one of the clips where someone is dragged away the same way terzo was dragged off stage.

LH Kernson is a character ghost have used before, he’s not a real person. There’s so much hidden information and details, everything Tobias does is intentional, people are just missing the point.

Also when Tobias was asked if any of the old papas would return, he responded with (paraphrasing bc I don’t have the quote on hand) “that’s the great thing about make-believe, anything is possible.”

[roberrtphilip]

does anyone in the philip family have any silly collections? of ANY kind!

oh Giselle.... Giselle is the family collector.

a big one is rocks, she's a rock girlie. if she finds a pretty one, she will pick it up. I remember coming up with a small fic where Robert came home from work, and accidentally knocked a rock off the counter with his briefcase and was very ??? and when Giselle explained that "oh! I found him outside, isn't he beautiful !! I think he'll look lovely on this shelf, don't you agree?" Robert was like, "it would be prettier outside... where it came from..." and Giselle just waves her hand, and he has to just accept it. but it's early in their relationship, so he's still getting used to Everything™️ ya know?

but then, a follow up to that situation, like a month later he's at a really fancy restaurant that has these smooth rocks on the table, and he's like, "oh... wait, Giselle would love that one" and he sneaks it into his pocket, and is sooooo excited to give it to her. and then she, of course, loves it, and he's like "damn... this is my life now, huh *fond smile because he's so in l o v e*"

anyway !! yeah, she loves rocks. and any time the family spots one they think she'll love, they pick it up. Sofia is a bit of a problem, though, because she forgets they're in her pocket, and they end up thumping around in the washing machine.

it's also not uncommon to find the bathroom (or kitchen) sink full of rocks because she sometimes forgets she was cleaning them.

another thing is magnets and postcards. I think they travel somewhere at least twice a year, once as a couple, and once as a family, and Giselle always wants to get a magnet and postcard from that place. for the postcards, I think she writes a little almost diary entry on the back of each one, detailing the events of the vacation, and how much fun it was, and then sticks them in a little book :3

seashells, sea glass, and sand dollars would be something she'd love too. and I think her and her daughters go searching for 'em every time they go to the beach.

another thing I think she'd love is vintage Valentine's Day cards. especially ones like this with animals on them (x) (x) (x) Some she might actually give to Robert and their girls, but usually she'll just keep them in a little binder because they're very cute!!

I can see her collecting little animal figurines like these too (x) (x) !

and mugs, of course, you know she's a mug girlie. Robert wants to say "honey, we don't have any room in the cabinet for more" but he knows Giselle's response will be "yes we do, silly, you just have to stack them right" so he simply keeps quiet.

and last, it's not really a ~collection~ but I do think she has like a million pairs of fun, silly socks !! and she gets Robert to wear some, too! she also tries to get him to wear fun, silly ties, and he will, sometimes, but usually he has to say no because they don't always fit the vibe of the office.

and another thing that I don't think really counts as a collection is all her earrings. I think she has several earrings, some she makes herself, some she buys, and they're all very fun, and pretty !! in particular I think she loves ones that are shaped like animals, fruit, and flowers 🥰

oh, and !! I think she presses flowers, too!! so that's a common thing to find on display in the house, or in her books/journals.

anywho !! Giselle is definitely the family collector. she just loves putting a fun little thing on display, and who can blame her, really !!

[mrsvalbaker]

The Poet's Rusalka

Synopsis: Marina Czerwonka is a young Romani woman from a little village in Poland, after her mother dies her path changes drastically , dreams of ink stained fingers and green eyes, friends with beguiling strangers and an altercation that cements her course at a London tavern. She meets a rogueish lord and eventually wins the heart of not only the rake but a British monarch.

This is a Hal story, some things have been changed and its nothing like The King. This takes place during the restoration era of England in the 17th century, instead of Charles II being king its Hal, but he's Henry X not the V. Historical characters like the rebel poet John Wilmot, Nell Gwynn, and etc. Play huge parts in this story and I don't own them.

Big disclaimer, this is a very mature story and could be offensive.

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Chapter I: A Fish out of Water

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Most Men are Cowards, all Men should be Knaves.

The Difference lies, as far as I can see,

Not in the thing it self, but the Degree.

-John Wilmot

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It's been one year since I left Karpacz, one year since I buried my mother, and one year since my life changed forever.

I arrived in England only knowing Polish and Russian. I hardly had anything with me, and I took what I could of what was important. 

Traveling in November through Eastern Europe to western is no easy feat.

I traveled through horses and carriages, it wasn't easy dodging shifty characters, but I've managed.  My shawl and jewelry easily allowed everyone to know I am Romani, naturally I've been treated like a common whore, a thief, or both. A witch too, constantly but that's been my whole life.

When I made it to Paris, I was lucky enough to run into fellow Romani, Django Delort. He was handsome, tall and lanky and dark with laughing brown eyes, a thin mustache, and long, satin auburn curls he always had tied back with a purple ribbon. I stayed with him and his sister, Penelope, and her kindly husband Antoine. They were newly weds and pregnant with their first child.  The family is very kind and didn't mind sharing their caravan with me and their food, so I made sure to be plenty of help. They taught me French, luckily Django and Penelope are fluent in Russian due to a maternal lineage.

Django was always full of laughter and jokes. He's an actor for the stage and inspired my interest in the theater, seeing such emotion and becoming somebody else was inspiring.

He wanted to marry me though, despite the constant attention he gains from the female population of Paris, and I couldn't have that. One, Django falls in love at least once a week, and I do not love him, and I won't marry for less.

"I don't want you to feel used, Django, you're my dearest friend in the world, a difficult feat in this world. Our bond is strong but unromantic, I am undeserving of your affections." I spoke to him in French as he helped me board the boat to London.

He stroked my cheek with such benign affection, his reddish brown ringlets blowing ardently in the May winds of Northern France. I gazed upon his cognac colored eyes that usually held so much joy and laughter, but now bathed in longing and despair. And I was the cause of that.

"You are more deserving than any prisoner of this realm, mon cherie, I am not good enough for you and that is why Cupid decided not to relinquish your heart to me. I understand this now, although it leaves me bitter. Do you have to leave for dreary old England? With people colder than your Polish winters?" He returned, in his native tongue.

I blinked away tears saltier than the sea, and stroked my friend's Motley colored scarf. "I know it's silly, but I've been dreaming visions of it. As a fellow Romani, you'd understand that can't you?"

"Ah yes, your dreams of long ink stained fingers and hooded green eyes in the shadows…our mother's would rise from the grave if we ignored such dreams." He brushed his fingers through my loose hair. 

"Mon ami, this isn't forever this isn't goodbye, I love Paris. I will return to Paris, I will return to you and Penelope, and Antoine, and their child and children yet to come. "

He shoved me away but it was gentle and he took a large intake of breath, as if he found even something as natural as breathing unbearably difficult to pursue. "I want this to be as undemanding as possible, ma belle. Just go before I demand more than you can give." His voice was heavy with tears and I nodded mutely before boarding.

He didn't leave once I was on, but he didn't look my way either. He just gave me his back to gaze upon as I sailed off and away to the unknown, saying goodbye to the only friend I've ever known.

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Current Day, The Three Crowns, London, 1674

Jane was the first to be kind to me.

She found me struggling to speak English.  I had only known hello and thank you, she could tell I was in search of a position. Although she knew not Polish, Russian, or French, she had pulled me by my arm to a slender, beautiful young man who was sitting on the lap of an intoxicated and pawing excuse of a man. She said something in English and he immediately spoke French to me. A heavy weight was lifted off of my chest, and the fair young man had introduced himself as Jem. We spoke in French and he had explained to me his father was an English navy man who knocked up a French lady of the night, his mother. He had informed me that she died of syphilis when he was only ten. I offered most empathetic condolences, and both of us bonded over the loss of our mother and growing up in the world as bastards.

Growing up as Roma, you learn that you do not have the privilege to judge others, I didn't turn my nose up at prostitutes, it's not always easy finding work. Jem and Jane had spoken to the owner of The Three Crowns on my behalf, and Thom Pugh the owner took one look at me, desperate to make me one of his working girls. Jem had told me my exotic gypsy features and amethyst eyes made the man eager to make a bit of coin off of me. But Jem had assured me Jane persuaded Mr. Pugh to take me on as just a serving wench as well as a laundress for his rooms. I was safe due to the generosity of my newfound friends…for now.

Jem was teaching me English and he and Jane loved when I would read their palms and show them how to tell people's fortunes. It was all about trusting instinct and getting to know the person. I read people well, which is why I know Mr. Pugh isn't a man of his word and I made sure to stay out of sight as often as I could.

It was hard keeping the customers hands and eagerness away but I managed, I wasn't going to be a shaking little doe, like animals, people smell fear.

I helped Jem and Jane how to keep up with their hygiene as well, with that you could really see how beautiful the two are. Jane stands at a petite stature with curves of a noble lady, wide hips and a full bust she always has falling out of her bodice. Her coloring is pretty in a wild exotic way, sun-kissed like my people. Her eyes remind me of a sly cat, and they're a pretty blue-green, her full lips are always painted with Rouge like her cheeks and her jawline is squared off like a member of the gentry, whoever Jane's real parents were, they did her terribly wrong leaving her in the gutter. Her hair is like dark gold and bounces down her back in coils, she's the most sought after girl here for a reason, and not just on beauty alone. She's never in a foul mood, always laughing and bringing sunlight in wherever she goes, jesting and pulling pranks along with Jem. When I felt homesick and longed for my mother who now lived buried deep in the Earth and my father who was a slave to the seas, she made me forget with her warmth and her smiles.

Jem too is so very beautiful for this Saxon underworld, tall and lean like an interpretation of David. Porcelain like the statue too, with freckles beaming like stars across his upturned nose, eyes so blue you swore he was part sea-folk, lips so full and red and pretty for a man, and his hair fell in youthful and boyish raven waves. He has the most enchanting smile, and tempted those who thought their desires relied solely on the softer sex.

He always made sure I ate, and asked me everyday if anyone bothered me, the answer was always no.

In half a year I was speaking English comfortably, although my accent didn't hide that I'm a foreigner and had people assuming that I'm empty-headed, but I minded not.

"Jem, you speak English so well, proper. Better than everyone else here, why is that?"

He was drawing black kohl around his eyes, he reminded me of my people when he did that. I smiled and took the kohl from him to help. "Oh you mean why don't I sound like a common whore?" He asked with humor in his voice. 

"I would never say it like that."

"No of course not, you're too sweet. The only one in this rotten little world God has dealt us with to not look upon my kind with revulsion." He handed me the rouge so I could paint his lips and high cheeks.

"We Romani are treated like mud beneath the wheels of a carriage, and my father is a pirate, I am not wealthy enough to judge."

He smiled. "There's a kindly gentleman, I'm to his liking. He brings me poems and oranges and lessons. I can read now too.''

There was something akin to love in his powder blue eyes, my friend is in love. I opened my mouth to speak on it but Jane burst in, in just a yellow corset with half her laces undone, a hiked up green skirt, exposing her red hosiery. "Jem, we've got someone for yeh." She smiled "oh look at that, pretty as a lady yeh are. Marina yeh so good at making us look more than we're worth somethin'." She took Jem's hand, dragging him out.

I cleaned up behind Jem and washed my hands in the wash bowl, humming an old song my mother would sing to me as a child. 

The door creaked open, it was probably one of the girls asking for something. I have a basket full of nicely folded laundry.

"I'll be right there." I called as I bent over to pick up the basket.  But forceful hands prevented me from doing so.

My heart clenched, my blood froze. I couldn't even breathe, foul breath perfumed my senses. I felt dizzy with illness.  Something hard pressed into my backside. "Not a sound you Slavic whore!" 

He started ripping at my bodice with a knife and I swallowed back tears, oh God this  was really happening. There was nothing I could do about it and no one would care. I attempted still, to wriggle myself free as he pushed up my skirt and he slapped me in the face so hard I tasted blood as he tugged on my hair. "Oi! Stop that–Aye!"

His assault had come to stop when he was torn away from me, I gathered myself trying to hold together my torn bodice and sleeve and my hair that was now loose at my hips.

"My-my lord-"

At that I sharply turned around to face my rescuer. Jane stood beside a tall, slender nobleman. I noticed his handsome beauty as he had an opulent cane raised above my assailant who was now cowering on the floor. With his rags it made my rescuer look all the more every bit of title and income I am positive he has. His jawline is sharper than a knife, his chin and nose proud and his pretty, far set, gray eyes even wore a nasty haughty lidding. But there was disgust that colored his eyes. He wore a long, curly brown wig with the hats of style upon his head, adorn with ostrich feathers. "Are you so pathetic and hideous as well as oafish, so utterly incapable of being loved and I dare say–tolerated, that you feel like your only choice is to force yourself upon this tiny creature?" He laughed and didn't allow my attacker to speak, he waved his cane in the air and hit the drunkard in the nose. There was a sickening Crack and crimson poured like paint from his nose. "I assume you're from a beginning akin to fenced pigs, I assume it is common practice to take someone from behind and force miserable tiny cocks like yours there into any hole. Even if it's a hole in the fence, I daresay you don't care if it splinters your smelly foreskin as long as it's a hole any hole will do, I imagine that's how you got here. Your mother methinks was just any hole, a sweaty unappealing sow being forced into the mud by pungent boars. How many were there during your conception?" The lord sneered. 

My mouth fell open in shock, my insides tickled in amusement, and I took dark delight in how thorough and detailed he insulted this man. Jane was having the time of her life laughing at the lord's cruel and entertaining words.

The lesser man had the audacity to look insulted and opened his mouth to answer, but the cruel and handsome lord didn't allow it. He took his cane and bashed the head into the rotten teeth of the pub crawler. His mouth overflowed with blood. The lord looked positively perturbed at the gory stain on his cane and with an irritated sigh, took out a pale green handkerchief to wipe it off. "I should cut your little porky cock off right now, it's far too small to be rendered useful. And even if your size was comparable to an adequate blade of pleasure and breeding, it'd still be without purpose for you haven't the slightest inkling how to use it." He grinned cruelly as his richly heel pressed down on the rapist's groin. The man wailed so boisterous in bloodcurdling pain that all who were present at the tavern had gathered around to watch the scene displayed. 

It was perverse how people gawked and took great pleasure in watching violence. "It's quite pathetic with how incredibly old you are that you still can't use this little cheese knife correctly. If your ignorant inbred brain understood the meaning of consent, that'd  be a start." He removed his plum velvet heel from the abused crotch.

It was finally the moment when my eyes met the stormy gray pair of my hero. Although taking in his slightly intoxicated eyes, his cruel tongue and where he was, I wondered if hero was the right word.

Mr. Pugh was outraged but at me, yelling at me about causing such trouble. He was ranting about how the only way to possibly recover from causing his establishment such reputation, which caused me to snort since its glorified brothel with a menu. The only way I could make up for it was to become a working girl. I opened my mouth to defend myself but my dark antihero had taken up for me once again. 

"Mr. Pugh, you're so adamant about this woman using her beauty for a bit of coin one might easily imply that you yourself had arranged this…well whatever this was." The lord smirked but it lacked humor.

I had such delicious joy watching my employer fumble with his words as if English wasn't his first language. But I felt sick knowing the attempted thievery of my virtue was a plot, a means to an end. "Mm, well Miss…" His eyes focused on me, he almost looked curious. 

He was asking me my name, I was flustered as I was in delay in answering.  "Czerwonka, Marina Czerwonka. "

His perfectly arched brow rose. "Czerwonka, is that Polish?"

I nodded attempting to pull my tattered bodice back together.

To my surprise, the dark lord took off his velvet cape to wrap around me. "If you would prefer the employment of the spider who trapped you like a fly in his web, over being under my employment with very little play but a warm bed in the country. Then by all means stay behind." With that he turned to the door and kissed Jane's hand. "Another time Jane. " 

She winked. "A pleasure as always Johnny. "

The lord she was so informal with left the room, I sputtered. "J-Jane, who was that?"

She grinned. "That's right, you're still so new…that was the infamous Lord John Wilmot, the 2nd Earl of Rochester."

I had no idea what these English titles meant. "What is he infamous for?"

She grinned and bumped my hip with hers. "The worst things."

"Could you help me pack  before his carriage leaves?"

"Thatta girl." Jane guided me to my room, and I couldn't stop thinking about Lord Rochesters ink stained fingers…

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[vroomvroommbtch]

So it goes: Chapter 29 - MI x fem!OC

Masterlist

Summary: A wedding in the Irish countryside, a lavender dress and some really old habits that never die.

Pairing: Michael Italiano x fem!OC

Warnings: Smut, language, fluff all over the place and mention of one or two kinks. 

Word count: 6.0k

A/N: KIDS! It’s been so damn long and I’m so sorry. Being an adult sucks and I’ve been so damn busy lately but fingers cross I will be back here posting more often. Anyway, I missed my two favorite idiots so much! I’m so happy to write them again. Let me know what you think?? Also if you have any question/suggestion/whatever feel free to write! I really really love it. Okay, see you soon! Bye! 

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Chapter 29 - Out of the woods.

There were two things to celebrate that Saturday night in Dublin. First, Daniel and Jas finally getting married, but second, Michael and Maggie finally getting back together. Even when they haven't discussed the terms and conditions to fix the mess they made of themselves, they were back together and Maggie was absolutely happy. She could swear there wasn't anybody as happy as she was, not even her sister who was actually getting married to the love of her life and father of her baby girl. It was pretty much impossible for Maggie to erase the smile off her face since she woke up that morning. The fact that she got to wake up by her boyfriend's side, and then go get ready for her sister's wedding made her smile all damn day. She spent the day getting ready with her favorite women as they drank champagne and laughed their asses off, she helped Jas put on her wedding dress, and got to see Olivia wearing the most adorable lavender dress as she giggled when Lily played with brushes over her tiny, chubby pink cheeks, so everything was perfect. But everything somehow made sense when she finally got to see Michael.  

After hours of not being able to see him because they were busy with their own stuff -especially considering they were the Best Man and Maid of Honor- she finally got to see him. He looked like a dream. He looked like a model out of a runaway or a magazine. He was the most handsome man in the entire world and was all hers and Maggie couldn't believe it. His stubble looked extra perfect and his hair was even more perfect than usual and he was wearing a black suit and it was the most normal thing at a wedding, but it made him look breathtaking. It made her stay standing right where she was, feet almost glued as her jaw was hanging, absolutely tongue tied, trying to comprehend how he was real. 

But the silly part was the fact that Michael was acting exactly as she was. She was with his mouth open and a happy grin, looking down at her like she was the moon and every single star in the sky. Maggie normally wasn't one for saying much compliments about herself, she always said it was Michael's job to do it. Besides, she never really believed she was that beautiful or breathtaking. She was convinced she was a regular average kind of cute girl, with an average body, an even more average height, and maybe a cute ass, but that was it. She knew she wasn't a model or any of that, but that afternoon she had to admit she looked good. Her dress was a gorgeous A-line, floor length, fitted bodice dress, made in the most beautiful lavender blush chiffon. It was beautiful and Maggie loved everything about it, but her favorite part wasn't the material or the color. But her absolute favorite part was the front and the back. It was a beautiful V-neck with tin spaghetti straps draped and crossed over the open low back. From the second Maggie saw the dress she knew it was maybe too much, but she knew Michael was going to love it. Plus, she loved it, Jas said it wasn't too much and the girls insisted it was the perfect one, so she decided to go for it. 

Clearly it worked because Michael practically forgot how to talk when he saw her. And since they both forgot how to talk, they fixed the no-words issue in the only way they knew. It was Maggie the one who moved first and grabbed his tie carefully to let him know what she wanted. Knowing they were going to be interrupted in no time, they only shared some stolen kisses trying to not ruin Maggie's makeup as they held each other, whispering sweet nothings as soon as they regained the ability to speak.

Even if she couldn't really make out with her dreamy boyfriend for more than one reason, Maggie was absolutely happy. The day went by so fast that it felt like a movie, but Maggie wouldn't change a thing about it. From the second Maggie saw Daniel holding Olivia in his arms waiting for Jas, to the second Jas finally walked down the aisle with her white dress, Maggie cried her eyes out. She has never been more thankful about waterproof makeup than she was that day, other way she would have turned into a raccoon as soon as she walked to the garden where the ceremony was going to be held.  

She thought the tears were going to be over as soon as two of her favorite people said 'I do' but it wasn't the case. At dinner her parents and his parents said some words and then it was Michael's time to give his Bestman speech, making everyone laugh and tear up. But no other person in the room cried as much as Maggie did when Michael took a second to thank Jas and Daniel for introducing him to Maggie. The fact that he did it in front of a room full of people -even if they were close friends and family- after years of hiding their relationship was just the most unexpected and beautiful act of love Maggie could have imagined. That was one of the reasons why Maggie spent the whole night glued to Michael's side. She was pathetically needy, but she didn't care at all. She couldn't care less about anything that wasn't them. That's also why they spent the night dancing together, once again whispering sweet nothings to each other, sharing kisses and promises of what they were going to do to each other once they were finally alone in their room.  

After standing and dancing for too much time in some very beautiful but very high heels, Maggie was just finishing her glass of wine, looking at the dance floor while sitting on a side. In the middle of the mess was Dan holding Olivia while they danced with Jas and were the vivid image of absolute and pure happiness. Then was her grandpa dancing with Lily, André dancing with Grace while right by their side Joe was dancing with Aoife. But her favorite part was Michael dancing with Esmé. They were laughing their asses off while talking about who knew what, making Maggie smile absolutely happy of seeing them having fun together. She couldn't even believe how little more than 24 hours ago she thought everything was lost. She couldn't believe that the previous day she thought she was going to lose Michael forever. But that night, looking at the love of her life dancing with her grandma, Maggie couldn't help but wish that was her wedding. But since she couldn't have that -at least not yet-, she focused on what she could have, and that was her handsome, tall, Aussie man. That's when the terrible bad idea ran through her head, but knowing Michael, he wasn't going to say no to her.  

She finished her glass of wine with a big gulp, and stood up, walking to the dance floor all while looking at Michael. It was the way he seemed to shine under the fairytale lights that were on the roof that made her go even weaker for him. It was the way he was smiling down at Esmé that made her want to explode and melt all together. But then it was the way his tie was loosened that made her go feral, dying to grab it and had her way with him until he became a mess of moans. But the big problem was how they couldn't make any noise. Their room was sharing a wall with her parents' room, so basically any movement of their bed would be directly heard by them. The other wall was shared with Grace and Joe and she would die before they heard her moans, so it had been nothing but difficult. Not that people didn't know what they did as an adult couple who had been together for four years, but nobody needed to hear the prove the signs of their love. Their only solution their first day there was to fuck each other in the shower or against a wall, covering their mouths with kisses to prevent any moans from escaping their lips. 

But what got Maggie so absolutely messed up and needy was the fact that she didn't get to fuck her boyfriend for three days. It sounded pathetic considering they had been apart for months, but she couldn't help it. It was probably the fresh air of the country side and the stress of the wedding that made Maggie fall asleep so damn fast that it was ridiculous. Michael insisted it was absolutely fine, that they didn't need to have sex every single night but Maggie felt ridiculous for falling asleep so fast when by her side was laying down the most handsome man in the world. And the previous night was even worse. After their discussion and her tears, Maggie was absolutely drained. She barely made it to dessert at dinner, finally giving up and falling asleep in Michael's arms as he kept her warm. Next thing she knew, Michael was carrying her away and asking if she wanted him to take her makeup off, which Maggie responded with a nod and little 'Thank you, grá’. The next morning there was no such a thing like trying to get into his pants, there was too many things to do for the wedding and too little time, so they didn't even try. But since the complicated part had passed and the celebration was on its way, there was nothing Maggie wanted as much as her boyfriend. She needed Michael to remind her that she was his and she needed it right there and then.  

"Mamó, you mind if I steal your handsome dance partner for a sec?" Maggie asked when she finally reached her favorite people on the side of the dance floor. They looked so happy that she hated interrupting them, but she was going to be selfish for a minute, then she could give him back. "I promise I'll give him back in five minutes"  

For the look on Esmé's face, she knew it was going to be more than five minutes, but she just nodded acting all serious while trying to hide a little smirk. "Just because you ask nicely and because my feet started to hurt. But you better behave, darling"

"Never"

"That's my girl" Esmé finally smiled, winking at her granddaughter and then looking up at Michael. "You owe me one last dance"  

"Yes ma'am" he affirmed, kissing Esmé's hand as they let go of each other. It wasn't until her grandma was a couple steps away from them that Michael grabbed Maggie's waist, sticking their bodies together to give her a very PG but long and careful kiss in her lips, clearly trying to not ruin her makeup. "You have to appear just when I was about to convince Nana to give me the recipe for her famous Irish stew, don't you? I was so close to know the secret ingredient"  

"Give her one more glass of champagne and you'll get her whole recipe book. Especially cause she loves you" Maggie shrugged, trying to hide a smile as she moved her hands to rest them on his chest.  

"And I love you" he responded, stealing yet another kiss, but this time shorter than the previous one. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look?"

"About five times per hour since you saw me in this dress. I think I'll have to dress up more often"  

"I'm joking. I know you're thinking 'I love you no matter what you wear. You don't have to dress up for me to think you're beautiful'. I know it. But let's be honest, you like me more when I'm not wearing anything" she joked, slapping his chest playfully with both her hands.  

The smile that appeared on his face could have been enough to knock her out and leave her on the floor probably looking for air because he also knocked it out of her lungs. She would have fallen if it wasn't for his arms around her middle but she was more than fine with it. It was probably the right thing to do considering her boyfriend was the most handsome man in the world, smiling because it was a silly joke, but it was also very true. "I like you no matter what. Dress and heels and makeup or just your pretty face and your pjs or my shirt. I would have you anyway" he explained, kissing her forehead as they slowly moved completely out of tune with the music blasting. They weren't even dancing, they just moved, too much into their own little work to care about the rest, all while they followed their own music.  

"Wanna show me how much you like me?"

As soon as those words left her lips, Michael's face went from confusion to knowing perfectly fine what her idea was. After four years Michael absolutely knew with just one look, so he didn't doubt in giving Maggie his hand when she offered hers for him to grab.  

"Where are we going, sweetheart?" Michael asked, following her away from the party and into the forest, which had some dim lighting so it was nothing but perfect for her idea.  

Maggie turned around to look at him with a big, evil grin on her face as she kept walking backwards, carefully trying to not fall with her high heels in the grass. It wasn't until they reached a dark part of the forest that Maggie stopped, making sure they were away from everyone's eyes. She picked that spot carefully, knowing well enough that nobody could see them from afar and especially if someone walked past by. She picked it up the day they arrived, thinking how funny it would be to scape there, but never imagining it was going to be during the wedding. "I just want a second of privacy with my boyfriend. I wanna make out with you without my family being there. It's that bad? It's too much to ask?" she wondered, grabbing his tie with her free hand to wring him closer.

And Michael obeyed, following her like a puppy, letting go of her hand to grab her waist and place their bodies together. "No, it's not, but I know you. Making out its never just making out" he smiled, moving slowly his hands from her waist to her hip and then to her lower back.  

Michael knew what was coming and he was hundred percent up for it.

"You never complain about it. Besides, what's a wedding without the Bestman and the Maid of honor having something, right?" Maggie joked, smiling even more as she looked up at his face. Even in the dark night he looked nothing but absolutely breathtaking and there was nothing Maggie wanted more than to drag him to their bedroom and rip his clothes off, but the little spot was enough for the moment. "But if you don't want, we can go-" she shrugged, taking a step back.

But like every single time, Michael moved them around in a swift move like she weighed nothing, placing her back carefully against the first tree he could find. After than, his left hand was automatically on her neck stroking her jaw with his thumb and his right hand went to her ass, keeping their bodies together as he touched her through the green material of her dress. But her favorite part wasn't the way his hands were touching her but the way he was undressing her with his eyes. It was the kind of way they loved to look at each other from across the room, ignoring everyone and everything else, knowing perfectly fine what was coming. If looks could undress someone, she would be naked pretty much all the time, and exactly the same would happen to Michael. That same thing happened that night, and all Maggie wanted was for Michael to get under the skirt of her dress before he took it off her, just like she was planning to do with his suit.  

"No, we're not going anywhere" Michael informed, giving her ass a little squeeze before he kept talking. "You want us fucking against a tree like the good ol' days, sweetheart? Like when nobody knew about us?"  

"I do" she affirmed in a whisper, almost out of air for the feeling of his hands against her body. But if it wasn't enough, he was leaning towards her with his lips ghosting over hers but never kissing them, which only turned her on even more. "Besides we can't make much noise in our room so I figured we could make it here"  

"Couldn't you wait till tomorrow night, didn't you? Couldn't wait till we were back home?" Michael asked, and just when Maggie thought he was going to kiss her, he moved his face to a side, going straight for her neck. "We could have wait and keep reminding the neighbors about our names. I think they forgot by now. Too much time not being there" he murmured between kisses, making Maggie moan time after time with each touch.  

"Too much time without you fucking me there. I think my bed missed you" she smiled, holding tighter into his shirt as she felt his lips getting closer to the thin strap holding from her shoulder. She knew Michael could break the material with his fingers like it was nothing and it was ridiculous how crazy that turned her on, but she left every little whimper come out of her mouth as his lips came closer to his shoulder.  

"Too much, but we're making a good job reminding 'em this week, right?" Michael asked, and absolutely out of words, Maggie just nodded. But then she felt his fingers moving all the way up her arm and then all so slowly moving the strap down her shoulder, leaving her panting as he covered each part of her skin there with kisses. She knew Michael wasn't going to undress her there, there was no way he would do it knowing someone could find them, but the simple thought of him finally taking that lavender piece of cloth from her body had her pressing her tights together looking for some friction. But if Michael wasn't going to undress her, she was going to do her part, letting his shirt go and instead, focusing on undoing the belt and zipper of his pants. "Are you in a hurry, baby?"

"If you don't do something then I will" she affirmed, trying to get his belt loose so she could finally unbutton his pants. But just when she was about to get on his knees in front of him, Michael grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing her knuckles again and again.  

"No, you ain't getting dirt in your dress or your knees" he stated, giving her fingers one last kiss before letting her hand go.  

Maggie knew he had a good point, but that didn't stop her from leaving her wondering why the hell did he stopped her in such a moment. "Since when you don't want a blowjob, Italiano?"  

"I just don't want you on your knees in the dirty when your dress is gonna get messy. Besides I know a different and best way to get you messy" he smiled, kissing her lips once as he took off his jacket. "Put it on, I don't want you hurting your back or ruin your dress with the tree"  

Without asking any questions, Maggie took his suit jacket and put it on, giggling because it was so damn big on her that it looked like she was inside a tent. But before she could even ask or say something, Michael was crouched down in front of her, looking up to her face as he let his hands wonder under the skirt of her dress. Maggie couldn't help but stroke his cheek and his hair with her fingers, smiling as Michael kissed her wrist and the palm of her hand. He looked so damn perfect that she just couldn't help but smile of happiness, still not believing how that man was all hers. But once again, before Maggie could say something, Michael got her by surprise, getting under the long skirt as his hands went up from her legs to her hips, staying right over the waistband of her panties, making Maggie giggle even more.  

"Matching with the dress? Look at you, sweetheart" he spoke, kissing her right thigh as he slowly moved down her lavender panties, which Maggie thought would be a smart idea to match her dress. And clearly, she wasn't wrong, because she could feel Michael smiling against her skin as his fingers ran through her skin, helping the lace material get to her feet. He didn't have to ask her anything, Maggie raised one leg and then the other, helping Michael take the small piece of cloth off her body, and she could swear she heard him whispering a 'Good girl' as he did.  

Then all Maggie needed was a little tap on her knees for her to open up her legs for him, resting her back on the tree behind her as she did. She knew that she was going to support herself with something for whatever was coming, and she wasn't wrong. She was moaning the second she felt Michael's middle finger touching her clit. Her eyes automatically closed as the same finger moved inside her, stretching her out slowly. But that wasn't enough. Even when Michael moved his finger inside her perfectly, she needed more. "Más é do thoil é, grá" she begged, once again completely out of air.  

She never thought Michael was going to listen to her words. Not when he normally had her begging for way longer, trying to get at least one orgasm and having her panting in his arms. Maybe it was the Irish thing, maybe it was the fact that they needed to get back to the party at some point, but Michael was out of her skirt and in front of her in one blink, holding her panties in one finger for her to see.  

"You were hiding these from me?" he asked, evil grin on his face and he looked from her eyes to the tiny lavender garment.  

"Not hiding. I just wanted it to be a surprise for tonight. Thought you might like em" Maggie shrugged, acting as casual and innocent as possible. She has been in fact hiding them since she got them, but just because she knew how much Michael would like how it looked on her. She wanted to turn him insane, and was happy that at least it was working. "Its been a while since I don't get something cute to wear just for you"  

"You know what I like, don't you?"  

"It's my job, baby" Maggie nodded, and while she did, she took care of losing the tie around his neck.  

Somehow it was pretty sexy to see how Michael made her panties disappear in one of the pockets of his jacket in no time, but there was nothing as sexy as looking at him getting rid of his tie and putting it also in the same pocket. Maggie unbuttoned yet again another button of his shirt, and it was enough for her to see the little silver ring she gave him all that time ago, slightly shining against his pale skin. That was enough to make Maggie scratch his chest all so carefully right in the place where his shirt was open, and even if it wasn't that hard, she made Michael gasp under his breath.  

"Can you hold your skirt up for me, baby?" Michael asked, gathering the material of her skirt for her to hold it. Maggie couldn't help but laugh because suddenly it looked like too much fabric and maybe it was all a terrible idea, but she knew if someone could make it work then that was Michael. And as she tried to make things work with her dress, she heard his belt making one little sound, meaning that he was finally unbuttoning his pants and getting rid of his boxers for her. "You good there, sweetheart?" he finally asked, grabbing her waist once again with his hands while Maggie nodded, biting her own lip out of pure excitement and anticipation. "Perfect. Just trust me, yeah? I got you"  

Maggie couldn't help but smile even wider at his words. After four years doing crazy things together, Michael was still asking her to trust him and adorable and beautiful. There was nobody she trusted more than him, so she knew perfectly fine how safe she was in his arms. Maggie knew Michael wasn't going to let her fall or get hurt, so she just nodded once again as his hands grabbed her ass, lifting her from the ground.  

She could have begged. She could have asked him to fuck her into oblivion to forget how they were at a party. She could have implored for him to hurry, but there was no need. Forgetting about the fabric that she was supposed to be holding, Maggie's hands went straight to his neck the second Michael got inside her. Then there was the beautiful sweet sensation of Michael slowly filling her, all while his shiny brown eyes were fixed on hers. Suddenly there was no party, no wedding and no one around in the whole world. All she could think about was how incredible Michael felt stretching her every time he moved as he hit all the right places. All she could think about was his smile and his eyes looking at her like she was the most beautiful girl in the universe.  

"I love you so much. So, so much, babe" was all Maggie could whisper, because even when they could do as loud as they wanted and do all the mess they wanted without being heard, there was no words needed.  

"I love you more, sweetheart. Shit, you're so good. You feel so good all wrapped around me" he murmured, pushing his hip to get even deeper inside her.  

If for some reason Maggie needed another reminder of Michael being completely and absolutely hers, then there was him, obeying to every single one of her commands. She asked for him to go harder and he did. She asked for him to go deeper and he did. She knew that she could have asked for anything in the world and Michael would have found a way to do it, but in that second all Maggie wanted was to feel him. She wanted nothing else but him. She needed to forget about the terrible nights without his skin against hers and the constant bad dreams and fear about Michael finding some girl prettier and cooler than her.  

And as Michael fucked her relentlessly, Maggie couldn't help but smile. His hands, fingers and nails were probably leaving marks on her skin, but she didn't care. Maggie couldn't care less, not when the one leaving those marks was her boyfriend. And then again, she smiled even more thinking about how he went from something to her friend-lover-boyfriend-ex lover-best friend to the love of her live. She couldn't help but think of all they went through together and how they were back even when it seemed impossible. She couldn't help but smile because they ended up making it work even when everything said they shouldn't. They made it and somehow, they went from fucking against a tree, hiding from the whole universe to running from a wedding together and she loved it.  

There was nothing better than that. There was nothing as incredible as the way he was holding her body with a mix of tenderness and roughness, making her feel nothing but him. All she could feel was Michael with all his beautiful perfection and his brown eyes looking at her with nothing but love and happiness as he was fucking her to the point where Maggie practically forgot her name and any other name besides his. His name and a bunch of 'please' was everything she could moan over again and again as he brought her closer to her orgasm with every new push of his hips. With a mix of perfect thrusts and some stolen kisses here and there, Maggie finally came around him. She had no idea how she didn't break the back of his white shirt after grabbing it so hard, but it was all she could do as everything became like fire and electricity all together inside her. She had no idea how the white material was in one piece when she was holding onto it for dear life as he came inside her. Damn, she had no idea what really happened. All Maggie knew was that she was in her own personal heaven as her legs became jelly as she listened to his moans and looked to his perfect face relax while he slowly kept fucking her through their highs.

As Michael slowed down, Maggie really thought she had forgotten how to talk. She wasn't even sure if she remembered how to walk at all. All she knew in that moment was they should move and fix their clothes, but instead they stayed right there, resting their foreheads together as their breathings also calmed down. They were a mess. They were an absolute disaster, but Maggie was so happy that she couldn't help but start giggling as Michael gave her a sweet little peck on her lips.

"Call it what you want but some guys tent to worry when a woman starts laughing when a guy is inside her" he finally spoke, moving from her mouth to her neck, leaving kisses along the way, making Maggie giggle even more thanks to his stubble tickling her.  

"I'm sorry! I'm not laughing about you. It was amazing. You're amazing. I was just thinking about the whole situation. Fucking like there's no tomorrow when our family is there. We're insane" Maggie explained, finally moving her hands from his neck to hold his face and stroke his cheeks.

"It's not like we haven't done it before. I'm gonna say it's your fault for being so fucking hot" Michael joked, setting himself free from her hands to hide his face in the crook of her neck, covering her skin in kisses.

As soon as her arms moved around his neck to hug him, then it was again the selfishness of not wanting to let Michael go. There was the selfishness of wanting him all for herself for some extra minutes, wanting to enjoy being just the two of them after such a long, busy day away from his arms. There was the selfishness of wanting to hug her boyfriend without someone looking, not even if it was their family. "I don't wanna go back. I wanna stay here with you" Maggie breathed, refusing to give up to their little bubble in the middle of the dark forest.

"We need to go back, Mags" he murmured in her neck, squeezing her a bit tighter in his arms. But then he moved out of his spot, looking back at her. "I'm not letting you go; you hear me? Not again. I made you a promise and I won't break it"  

"I know. Besides I caught the bouquet, so you're kind of fucked up now" she shrugged, reminding the little detail about the party.

It was Lily who basically pushed her to go with the rest of her single ladies. It was also Lily the one who made Maggie go to the front, not really caring who was behind them. Considering Sara and Cam were already engaged and Lily didn't really care about getting married, she insisted Maggie deserved that bouquet. Lily insisted Maggie needed that bouquet. Maggie thought there was no way she would ever get it considering the rest of the girls were even if just slightly taller than her, but before she could realize, the beautiful white and lavender bouquet was in her hands. She could recognize Jas laughs from the distance and their friends' voices yelling joke after joke, but her first reaction was to turn and look at Michael. The smirk on his face was so damn beautiful that Maggie wanted to run to him, sit on his lap and cover his face with kisses, but instead she just shrugged, acting like it wasn't a big deal. But it was kind of a big deal considering their afternoon and night were filled with jokes about what they wanted and didn't want for their future wedding. It was also filled with questions about when it was going to be their turn, to which both of them answered with a very much chill 'There's no hurry'. And really there was no hurry, no when they just went back together and a lot of stuff needed to be fixed. There was no hurry except for the little detail that Maggie was dying to become his wife.

"Now I just have a really good excuse to not let you go. But I told you, if you want us to get married you just gotta ask me" Michael joked once again, making Maggie slap his arm just like every time he made that joke during the afternoon.

"Now for that put me down. No more cock warming for you, mister. And there's a pack of Kleenex in the left pocket of the jacket. I put it there earlier just in case. You're doing the dirty job tonight"

She had to bit her lower lip to not let a whimper leave her mouth when Michael finally put her down, leaving her feeling empty. She hated that moment. She hated the moment they separated. She hated when they had to let each other go and now it wasn't any different. The second she heard Michael groaning she wanted to beg him to fuck her again or to run into their room, but once again she just didn't. All she did was look for the pack of tissues as Michael fixed his pants, but before she could even consider grabbing one tissue, he was doing the job for her.

"Sneaky little thing. And you know I've no problem cleaning the messes I make" he stated, giving her a fast kiss before kneeling in front of her. Between careful strokes and little kisses on her legs to make her giggle, Michael cleaned her as good as possible, helped put her panties back on, and then fixed the skirt and the strap on her shoulder so she would look as decent as possible. But her favorite part was when Michael was back on her feet and he took a second to fix her hair, push it carefully out of her shoulders, placing it on the back of her ear as he looked at her eyes with the sweetest smile on her face, making the butterflies on her stomach get absolutely wild, not believing that he was all hers for real. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart"

"Okay, but from one to ten how much do I look like I was just fucked against a tree?" Maggie asked while she buttoned back his shirt, not even caring about the tie that was forgotten in the pocket.  

"I would say a five. A bit fucked, completely beautiful and absolutely relaxed. Me?"

"You've a very sexy 'I just got laid' look on your face and I like it very much. Also, you got lipstick on your shirt" she noticed, using her fingers to try in vain to get rid of the stain on the collar of the shirt, which was nothing but impossible.

"That's what I was hoping for. Want a piggyback to not ruin your pretty shoes?" he offered, pointing to her lavender heels covered in embroidery flowers. And Maggie clearly nodded with a bit smile on her face, not so worried about the shoes that costed half of her former salary, but just because she wanted another excuse to hug Michael, even when she didn't really need one.

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[tahdashi]

ship your moots and assign them a trope?

omg YAY i love these sm :,) gonna do a couple bc brain is slow atm BUT IF YOU'RE A MOOT AND WANT ONE, PLS LMK !!!

i'm gonna give them v niche and specific tropes bc that's what they deserve <3

I. @lotusskiiess and marius!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ art student!marius x barista!opalie & college au.

opal loves the tranquility of working at the tiny café off campus. not many students go there since they prefer the proximity of the cafes by libraries. and marius, an art student who finds himself frequenting that cafe, likes it for the same reason. because when it's quiet and peaceful, he can hear the sound of her voice when taking orders. he admires her attention to detail when she's decorating drinks. he won't admit it, but his sketchbook has several pages of her. and one day, he'll find the courage to ask her to teach him how to do latté art. but in the mean time, he orders drink after drink to hear opal call his name from the counter.

II. @luvbub and keiji!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ apartment neighbor!keiji x bub & the neighbors to lovers trope.

on the way back to her apartment, bub notices the door next to her's wide open. odd... no one lives in that apartment. she takes a quick peek only to see a cat walking out of the apartment followed by a tall man with dark hair. he picks the cat up swiftly, apologizing to bub for getting in her way. they introduce themselves, and he invites her in for a drink. he tells her about how he started a new job here and was just settling in, and bold of him, he asks if she'd wanna show him around. and soon enough, akaashi's cat takes a liking to bub's clothing, and he often finds the cat rubbing herself against bub's cozy cardigans. her visits to his apartment have made him realize that he likes the comfort she brings with her.

III. @miya-dynasty and kita!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ teacher!kita x barista!nhi & coffeeshop au.

nhi always wondered what the man that came in every morning with silly ties did for a living. was he working in an office that had a not-so-serious dress code? or maybe he just had an eclectic style. and every morning, the man ordered a black coffee. nhi started to enjoy his presence — the way he'd always add 2 sugars, take a sip, and smile to himself. one morning, he ordered a slice of cake, asking nhi for a recommendation. "it's for one of my students. he's turning 7 today, and he said his parents don't celebrate his birthday," he rambles. nhi sees the way his eyes light up as he talks about his students, and the next morning, kita buys a slice of cake to share with her.

IV. @kodzukoi and marius!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ prince!marius x tailor!koi & royal au.

koi was assigned to be the prince's tailor — the one who does all his fittings and designs all his clothes. it was a demanding job, really, because the prince was quite specific with what he wanted to wear and how he wanted people to perceive him. marius liked when koi would knock gently on his door, her sweet voice making its way through the oak doors. he liked when she'd present her designs to him with a proud smile, and truthfully, he'd wear anything she made — the clothes were lucky to be touched so carefully by her hands, marius thinks. he hopes she won't mind when he asks her to take his measurements again, wanting to feel the way her hands dance across his shoulders.

V. @bbiemilk and luke!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ labmate!luke x coco & the forced proximity trope.

luke and coco have had run-ins with each other, whether he was taking a break from pipetting to get another much-needed coffee or whether she was attempting to look for an empty room to practice her presentation. they shared kind smiles, and luke was often captivated by her eyes (they reminded him of his favorite drink — caramel mochas). one night, they were both staying late to finish up their projects. and unfortunately, they were snowed in. there was absolutely no way they could make it to the bus stop in this weather. so, they kept each other company. luke made coco a hot drink and watched how the reflection of falling snow twinkled in her espresso colored eyes.