#{ : 9 hrs and I think I fucked the shading up }

[burnt-cookii]

[geek4theseeds]

PINKY (HYPOESTES: PINK POLKA DOT)

MY FIRST EVER BABY!!!

Did i ever tell you that my first ever plant is the pink polka dot girl? YASSSS im so excited to show her growth ;) what’s ironic is her growing in this little pink hello kitty cup (that shows hello kitty holding a teddy bear) is a very meaningful commemoration of giving her the childhood she deserves tbh🤷‍♀️ me as her mother thinks!

How did me as her mother birthed her?

She’s tremendously resilient so far (imagine raising a toddler that is born to be mature, no whining etc) seriously shes growing real fast. I find it funny tho that she was born from a seed starter kit. But aye she was $10 and I had a vision of seeing her grow outta the box.

Why the name… “PINKY”?

Well no fucking shit.

Growth process as of July 20, 2024

She is doing well so far despite spilling her way too much since shes in a fucking hello kitty cup💀 But I put her back together and she just keeps on growing. Don’t we all need a person that is willing to put us back together and help us grow!!! my gf is indeed that person for me!

Buttttt I am indeed giving her a good life. She is tall as fuck and she will soon not need that sandy cheeks ahhh helmet that she got on. She NEEDSSSSS to be surrounded by humidity and light! Gots to put the grow light on her! Also, i gave her plenty of water, plant food, and let her dry out till germination is done/when soil is dry above.

OUTRO

it’s been warmer than usual since it's currently summer so she’s getting there!!! i fear i might have to start buying bigger pots soon. Its kinda that fear where you birthed a baby that is just naturally big so you gotta get your 6 month old some 2 year clothes. But yes she is showing her cotyledons but I cannot wait to see her first true pink leaf 🤭

PS....

OKAY LOWKEY UPSET BC I ACCIDENTALLY BE HEADED ONE OF THE COTYLEDON SPROUTS WHILE PUTTING THE DOME BACK ON BC MY STUPID ASS WAS INTRIGUED BY HER GROWTH BUTTT ITS OKAY BC SHES GOT OTHER SIBLINGS 😣

Are you a geek4theseeds?

This is how I take care of her:

Morning

She gets about 10 hours during the day of light (10 am to 8 pm)

Put her in a spot right near where the sun hits because she prefers indirect bright sunlight!!! She needs light but not too much!! (bc too much sun light on her will dry her out too quick and create a fading look on the leaves…. I want her to stay moist and pink just like my pus-

But her in between my air circulation fan and my humidifier cause she needs air flow and humidity you know what i mean?

Always checking if her vents are not open so we can always create humidity. she would need about 50% of humidity so lets keep that up!

When the sun goes down, I just let her rest in a dark shaded area for about 2-3 hours

Nighttime

When its around 9:30-10, I put her under a grow light for the rest of the night!

She will then get about 5 hours of light (10 pm - 5 am)

The light will turn off a few hours before morning starts so she can get a little grace period of permanent shade. (5 hours of complete shade)

i live in merced so the weather is pretty fair for her. (she gets about 73-76 degrees indoors)

So in total of hours : 15 hrs of light / 8 hrs of shade

So giving her a fair amount of light so that she wont dry/fade. Giving her a fair amount of shade so she can cool down.

If you’re interested in thee hypoestes, Click this whole sentence 🌱

[babbysquid]

Not A Whiskey Drinker Pt. 2

Author’s Note: Oh my goodness thank you all for the positive feedback on NAWD! I’m really enjoying writing this and living out my own fantasy. The DRAMA begins in the part after this so prepare yourself for that!

Warnings: mild cursing

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Sunday had passed by quickly and it was now Monday at 8am. Your interview was at 9. You studied your reflection in the mirror. You were wearing the outfit that Parker had helped you pick out but had the shirt buttoned all the way up. Grabbing your bag you and throwing on your shoes you looked at yourself one more time. Chewing the inside of your cheek you took a deep breath.

“Fuck it.” you whispered to and you unbuttoned the top two buttons of your shirt, just as Parker had done previously.

You stood outside a tall office building and looked up. It looked modern and new, but not imposing. Swallowing hard you pushed your shoulders back, raised your head up, and strutted through the front door. Fake it til you make it as they say.

“Hi I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” you said to the receptionist at the front desk. “I have an interview with Mr. Daniels.”

“Ah yes Mr. Daniels has been expecting you. Give me one second and I’ll take you to his office.” said the receptionist.

“Ah it’s okay Sara, I got it.” said a voice from behind you.

Turning around you saw a gorgeous woman. She wore a white button down and black slacks. Her short haircut was modern and cute. It suited her face really well. Thick glasses sat on the edge of her nose. She gave you a kind smile. Looking at her outfit and her appearance in general you suddenly felt self conscious. Maybe you should’ve stuck with the fully buttoned up shirt.

“I’m Ginger.” she said, extending her hand.

You took her hand in yours as you introduced yourself and the two of you walked to the elevators.

“So you have an interview with Jack?”

You nodded.

She laughed a little and it almost seemed like she was taking pity on you.

“He’s a good guy, but he’s definitely a character. He means well though.”

You smiled back. New York City was definitely filled with interesting and strange people. Your mind quickly thought back to the cowboy you met on Friday.

The elevator dinged and stirred you from your thoughts. Ginger guided you to a pair of mahogany doors.

“Well. This is where I leave you. Good luck Y/N.”

“Thank you.”

Taking a deep breath you knocked on the door and waited. A second later you heard some footsteps and you mentally prepared yourself for whoever was inside. The door swung open and your jaw dropped. You couldn’t help it.

Before you stood the same cowboy that had prevented your fall. Quickly you snapped your jaw shut. He was just as handsome as you remember, if not more handsome. He was still wearing his black stetson. Instead of the long camel coat he wore when he was in the park he was wearing a blazer with matching slacks. The blazer had a classic cowboy look but was still somehow modern. You flicked your eyes down to confirm your guess, he was wearing cowboy boots. He was wearing a pair of simple wire glasses and they looked good on him.

“Well isn’t this a coincidence?” said the man, “Come in, please.”

He stepped aside allowing you to enter the office.

For as modern as the building appeared, Mr. Daniels’ office felt lived in and warm. It was covered in mahogany and leather. An old globe sat on a shelf and other bits and bobs decorated the office, including what appeared to be a cow skull. You didn’t realize you were staring until Mr. Daniels’ honeyed voice made you blink.

“It’s real if that’s what you’re thinking.” he said.

You turned and realized he was much closer than you thought, practically close enough to touch you. You swallowed hard. He smelled good.

“Well let’s get started, shall we?” he said, stepping back and motioning to a chair that sat in front of his desk.

Wordlessly you moved to the chair and sat down. The whole act of confidence you had suddenly vanished. Mr. Daniels was slightly intimidating and holy hell was he attractive.

“Now Y/N — you don’t mind if I call you that?” Mr. Daniels asked.

“Y/N is fine yes.” you said, slightly unsure about the familiarity. Your previous job you were never addressed by your first name, it was always Ms. Y/L/N.

“Would you like something to drink?” he asked, swiveling in his chair to grab a bottle of whiskey and two glasses from behind him.

You smiled, appreciating the offer but politely declined.

“I’m actually not a whiskey drinker.” you said. Mr. Daniels laughed loudly as if he knew something you didn’t.

“I know it’s odd that I’m here interviewing for a whiskey company Mr. Daniels—

“Please, call me Jack.” he interrupted.

“…Jack,” you said slowly “but I promise I’ll be dedicated even if it’s not my drink of choice.”

Jack smiled and poured himself a glass of the amber liquid. Leaning back in his chair he studied you. Feeling his gaze on you, you gave him a small smile, trying to convince him that you really would work hard.

“Well Y/N,” he said after a second, “you got the job!”

Your brows furrowed. There was absolutely no way he was serious. He only asked if you wanted a drink, the company’s drink no less, and you said no. No interview questions, no asking for documents or recommendations. Nothing.

“I know you might be surprised but here at Statesmen we like to do things a little differently. And don’t worry about not liking whiskey. Who knows though, you may warm up to it.” he said, giving you a wink.

“This certainly was the easiest interview I’ve ever done.” you whispered under your breath. But according to the booming laugh that came out of the man sitting in front of you, your whisper wasn’t quiet enough.

“I assure you Y/N that you’ve already gone through an extensive interview process. The company has contacted past employers of yours and done copious amount of research and background checks into your resume. It may have been easy on your end, but not on ours.”

‘Certainly the weirdest interview I’ve ever done too.’ you thought.

“Well!” said Jack, clasping his hands together and standing up from his chair. “You start tomorrow. Let me give you a quick tour so you can settle in easy tomorrow.” In a flash he was around the desk and holding his hand out to you, a million dollar smile on his face.

Letting out a short breath you pushed away your anxiety and trepidation. If this was gonna be your new job you may as well start acting like your normal self. You grabbed his hand with assurance and stood up from your seat.

Neither one of you moved.

Standing there your eyes were glued to the sight of your hand being dwarfed by his. Slowly your eyes moved up to meet Jack’s. They were the most gorgeous shade of brown. Dark but still with a warmth and spark that drew you in. The glasses he wore framed them perfectly. Subconsciously you lightly bit your bottom lip. You blinked and the trance was broken. Slowly you removed your hand from his, but your palm was still tingling from the skin to skin contact.

“Thank you by the way.” you said breaking the silence.

Jack gave you that smile again and it felt like your internal organs had been turned to soup.

“Don’t worry about it darlin’. I’m quick on my feet and happened to see a beautiful young woman in need so I helped.”

You almost choked at the words he spoke.

“Let me show you to your space.” said Jack, his hand moving to lightly sit on the middle of your back.

In any other professional circumstance if someone did this to you you’d immediately call HR. In this instance however Jack’s gesture felt comforting and gentlemanly, not creepy and an intrusion of personal space. To summarize, you enjoyed his touch.

The two of you strode out the doors and walked a short distance down the hall to a door. Leading you inside Jack explained how this would be your personal office. You had never had a private space just for yourself in your workplace. You laughed softly.

“Something funny?” said Jack, looking down at you, hand still on your back.

“Never had my own space before. This place is almost bigger than my apartment.” You looked up at him with shining eyes. Jack swallowed thickly. Your big eyes were something else and certainly affecting him.

“Hah. Well I just hope you don’t move in here! Gotta have a separation between work and play.” said Jack, winking at you.

You could feel your face heating up at the comment as Jack led you out of the room and your heart was beating faster than it should’ve. Unbeknownst to you, so was Jack’s. He wasn’t expecting his new PA to be the gorgeous girl from the park. Admittedly he had thought about you a couple times since, beating himself up for not inviting you to coffee or something.

Outside of your new office stood Ginger.

“Ah sweet Ginger!” said Jack, removing his hand from your back. You silently mourned the loss of contact.

“This is my new peach of an assistant Y/N.”

“I know Jack.” said Ginger, rolling her eyes. “How do you think she found your office?”

“Always one step ahead Miss Ginger.” said Jack, flashing his smile again.

“Come with me Y/N and we’ll get you put in the system.”

“Pleasure meeting you darlin’ and I cannot wait til tomorrow.” said Jack, winking one last time before turning on his heel and sauntering back into his office.

“Is he always like that?”

“He’s always been a ladies man. You may be his assistant but make sure he knows who’s in charge. Keep him on a short leash.”

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“So how was it?” Parker asked, taking a bite out of her pizza. She had come over to eat dinner with you and get all the juicy details about the job interview.

“Weird. I mean I got the job, but it was still weird.”

“First off yay! Secondly, what do you mean weird?”

“Well the building was way more high tech than I expected but the thing that was the weirdest was the interview itself. The only thing he asked me was if I wanted a glass of whiskey.”

“To which you said no.”

“Yeah…” you trailed off.

“I know that look Y/N. What’s on your mind?”

“Jack Daniels is the cowboy from the park.”

Thankfully Parker had swallowed her bite of pizza before hearing this, otherwise there’d be a chewed up wad of cheese on your floor.

“WHAT?”

“He was acting kind of flirty too.”

“So you did unbutton the shirt!” Parker said, a look of pride on her face.

“Parker that’s not the point. Afterwards when I was talking to the head of networking and media she explained that Jack is like this with every woman. The hat I need to show him who’s in charge, even if he is my boss.”

“That’s hot.” said Parker taking another bite.

“Shut up he’s my boss.” you said, pushing her shoulder. “I get what she’s saying though. I’ve dealt with guys like that before. Admittedly they were in their 20s and went to the same college as me and weren’t actually adults who I worked with.”

“How old does this guy look anyways?” Clearly Parker had a different agenda than you.

“Parker…” you gave her a glare.

“Okay okay message received.” she put up her hands in mock defense.

You looked down at your pizza slice and picked at the bit of cheese that had slid off of it.

“So how’re you gonna fend him off while still creating a good relationship?”

“Guess I gotta use that stubbornness you were talking about earlier.” you said giving her a small grin.

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[ur-catboy]

title: valentine's day

user: urcatboy

length: 9:14

description: happy valentine's day <3 !! could i be ur valentine~? hehe

today is a big one !! i play w some roses & perfume mask all while running my vibrator n plugs from time to time .... all of this in a new outfit i think u'll enjoy~! let me know what u think !! xx

[contents] 18+, stifle & release, perfume allergy, pollen allergy, hitching, teasing, climaxing, butt plugs, vibrator, noseblow at 9:02

enjoy!

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the video begins with him sitting on his bed, the sheets now having pink and red patterns with matching pillows behind him. he is wearing his usual cat ears, yet his neck is ordained with a new red heart choker. on his left thigh, there is a matching garter.

he’s wearing thin dangly earrings with hearts at the base of the earlobe, red satin ties around his wrists, and thin white translucent socks with slight frilling at the edge.

in front of him, there is a table with a red tablecloth holding items such as perfume, a mask, a rose, and tissues.

“happy valentine’s day,” he greets sweetly, a shy smile curling at the corners of his lips.

he leans towards the table and picks up the rose, carefully twirling it between his fingers.

“i’ve brought this rose for us today,” he explains, slowly sliding its petals underneath his nose as a sort of tease.

“and we both know what it can do to me so quickly...”

as he is speaking, he grabs the vibrator resting on the table with his other hand and begins to apply it to himself.

“we also know what this can do to me...so quickly...”

he flashes a smile towards the camera before pressing a few buttons on the side of the device to turn it on.

“oh—! let’s have some fun, yeah?” he suggests cheekily, the immediate surge of pleasure coming from the vibrator surprising him.

he then turns the rose back vertically, bringing the petals back to his nose and burying the bottom half into its center.

as he inhales slowly, the inducing session now begins.

after his inhale, nothing immediately happens. however, after a few beats of silence, his eyes flutter open in surprise as a slew of quick, itchy sneezes ambush him.

he’s bent forward, sneezing desperately into the palms of his hands.

“h’tshhu—! h’tshhu—! eh’tshhu—!”

despite the copious amount of sneezes one sniff has granted him, he now brings the flower back up to his nose and buries it again. he shakily sniffles in more of its scent in between his fits, his eyes rolling back immediately as the new wave hits him.

each sneeze sounds more desperate than the last. he coughs periodically from lack of air or the itch making its way into his throat.

they eventually slow down, but not for the better.

his mouth is now agape, tilting his head back in pleasure and an upcoming buildup. the vibrator jerks him slowly as his nostrils flare above the flower, hitching breaths laboring him.

his hips start to buck forward into the air as the buildup continues. he looks so needy, whimpers slipping out between his sharp inhales.

it's becoming clear to him that the sneeze is stuck, teasing him along with the vibrator.

"i think it's t—iii—me f-for the mask," he stutters, the tickle still rampant in his nose. the vibrator isn't doing any favors at keeping his breath control steady.

from the table, his picks up a plain red mask and a tall bottle of perfume. it looks like it's barely been used.

"mmh—! oh! o-okay; enough of this for now," he announces breathlessly, clicking a few buttons on the side of the vibrator and turning it off.

"i'll use...this instead."

picking it up from the table, he holds a red butt plug up to the camera with a heart shaped handle. he smiles as he shows it.

"i bought it just for today...just for you."

he then holds up a small clicker device, presumably to control it.

"it—hihh! hihh!" he begins to explain before another buildup spiking before falling flat once again.

"ah...it, uh, vibrates! 'nd with this perfume, i'm sure m'gonna have to wash my sheets tonight."

he giggles before adjusting his position on the bed so that he can begin inserting the plug. after quickly applying lube to himself, he looks into the camera as he eases the device inside. it's clear the tickle is still bothering him as he does this, his nose wriggling side to side and sniffling.

it's almost as if he's also holding back. 

after a few moments of slowly sliding the plug in, he lays down to where a second camera view is cut to. the first camera shot shows his ass stuffed with the valentine's themed plug and the other shows his face.

now that the vibrator situation had been adjusted, he picks back up the mask and perfume bottle he had set beside him before. taking off the plastic cap, he begins to spray the inside of the mask throughly with the scent.

"this is gonna be so tickly..." he murmurs to himself, finishing it off with a few more spritz. immediately afterwards, he puts it on as to avoid sneezing without it.

you can see him inhale deeply before a flurry of weak coughs attack his chest.

almost directly after he catches his breath, he's now gasping desperately as the buildup takes complete control him. there's no escape from the sweet and delicate scent sprayed inside his mask. you can only imagine how wildly his nostrils are flaring.

despite each sneeze being inside the mask, he begins to stifle each sneeze shooting out of him. it doesn't take long for their succession to speed up drastically.

"h'ghnt—! h'ghnt—! h'ghnt—!"

his entire body his curled up over itself as the stifles overwhelm him. one hand is stuck holding onto the table while the other floats in front of his mask, remaining there from muscle memory and habit.

the speed at which the stifles are coming out is unsustainable. as the fit goes on, the stifles are more and more difficult to keep in.

he decides to release them.

he is absolutely breathless as his plug rams vibrations onto his g-spot while nonstop sneezes fall out of him uncontrollably. there are spots where some sneezes completely fall over the previous, creating doubles and triples.

you can hear the desperation in his voice with each release, his body jerking forward from the intensity.

"hr'shhu—! eh'shhu—! eh'shhu—! hr'eshhu-eshhu—!"

breathing shakily, he reaches for the device that controls his plug. he turns it off while he catches his breath.

pulling one side of the mask off from around his ear, he sneezes into the open. spray generously hits the camera with each allergic sneeze grazing it. his eyes are squeezed shut and his nose is now flushed with a shade of deep pink.

each fleeting chance he gets to take a breath, the breath is sharp and deep. as the sneezes now slow down, they begin to end with less desperation and more of his weak moans.

his cock is against the bed since he's laying on his stomach, but from past videos, it should be inferred that his stifles and releases gave him plenty of material to get turned on.

the moans are now merging in between the sneezes, his dominant hand reaching over to push and pull the plug in and out of himself. this action causes even louder moans, sneeze weighed down by fatigue coming out alongside them.

"hmm—fuck! i'm gonna c-cum..."

flipping himself over to his side so that his cock is in view, he begins to rub the side of his nose in order to trigger a series of sneezes that can take him over the edge.

it works immediately, him inhaling deeply. his head is tilted so that his nostrils are facing the camera, them widening and falling desperately as the tickle teases them.

he then sneezes wetly all over himself, choked out moans accompanying his cock twitching and releasing onto his shaking thigh.

his body continues to shake as he climaxes, each sneeze following lengthening its effects.

he’s now finished, pulling the plug out from him and leaning against the backboard of his bed. you can see the exhaustion in his body.

“that was so good,” he slurs out, closing his eyes as he regulates his breathing. his hair messily covers one while the other remains visible.

after a few more pauses for rest, he sits back up and opens his eyes.

“i hope you enjoyed, valentine,” he begins, each consonant being blocked by his brooding congestion. he notices this.

“ah, sorry. i need to blow my nose. hold on.”

leaning over to his table, he plucks off a couple of tissues and places them over his nose.

he then blows forcefully as he hands shake, the simple movement of congestion in the back of his nose sparking a thick sneeze into the tissue.

"hrr'shght!"

he whines, continuing his blows.

after a few more blows and tissues, he places them beside him and clears his throat before beginning again.

“i hope you enjoy, valentine,” he repeats at the end of the video. “i know i did.”

[littlefreya]

The Way to Hell - Part 9

MANY Thanks to @raspberrydreamclouds who designed this cover as a gift! ☝

Summary: Post Mi6, Alternate Canon. August escapes Ethan Hunt with his face intact and is currently the most dangerous man alive. Unwilling to back down from his murderous agenda, he plots to continue where he stopped, unaware of the trained assassin who is sent to bring him down.

Chapters: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10| Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Completed.

Pairing: August Walker x OFC (Lacey)

Word count: 8.3k

Warnings: Dark themes, smut, fluff and angst. Unprotected sex, hints of stalking, violence, swearing, sexual mentions, slight gore, choking, death.   

A/N: Okay, this chapter is long, it was hard to write, you guys may never speak to me again after this. So I’ll just post it now, and turn off my phone and hide beneath the blanket with excessive anxiety. Thanks @agniavateira for editing my work and being my muse.💖 

As always, comments and feedback are more than welcome 💖💕

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it or parts of the source material and claiming it as your own*

Title: Lacey

~*~

Have you paid the ferryman?

~*~

The cool light of fluorescent doesn’t do the honeyed gold of her hair justice. 

Doe eyes meet him, a striking green. Pure, like freshly-cut grass on a spring morning. The navy-coloured suit she wears counters the sunny shade of her slightly curly hair. She sports mid-length tassels, cut neatly just above her shoulders. She looks like she had it done this morning by the looks of it . 

“Hartmann, Lacey.”

Sitting at his desk with a pen pressed to his lips, the CIA agent observes her while ignoring the small hand in front of him. A tall, fit man in his late 20’s, face clean-shaven, hair like pure chocolate, combed neatly to the side but for a large rogue curl that falls on his brow. He collects it between his fingers and attempts to tuck it back in place.

“I don’t do partners, sweetcheeks.” he retorts after a short glance and turns away from the young agent, returning to his computer to browse a file he was just reading before she interrupted him.

An amused sigh passes through her plump lips as she shakes her head with sheer disbelief. “Do you have it any more cliche than that?” 

“I might, depending how long you are going to loom over there, princess.” August shoots back and slightly adjusts the tie around his shirt collar, not bothering to face the young woman again. It’s obvious what this is: a muzzler, or rather a babysitter in the form of a really good-looking girl. 

He fights the temptation to take another gander at the way her hair frames the apples of her rosy cheeks. 

“But since you’re already here, how about you fulfil your purpose in life and get me a cup of coffee? Double espresso, no sugar.”

August shoots her a look, observing her immediate reaction. Lacey’s green eyes widen, her mouth slightly opens. She rubs her knuckle between the soft pads of her fingers while thinking of what could be a suitable response to his disrespectful request.

I guess Erica didn’t bother prepping her.

Sloane, the heartless lioness. She leered at him with that sour look on her face since the day he stepped into the building. He swears the woman must have slices of lemons hidden in her panties. There is not even a drop of respect in those dark eyes whenever he sits in her office. Nor does she harbour any trust in his performance on the field. 

It all just worsened thanks to Ukraine. 

The explosion in the old Soviet power plant killed dozens of innocent lives at the cost of one. Though that man was responsible for the death of thousands, if not more. 

If you want to tear down a building, you better use a fucking hammer.

That cunt should thank him and promote him. 

“Nothing but daddy’s boy.” That’s what she sees in him. He might as well be another dead CIA agent like his father, then. Erased from memory, his great achievements discredited. At least he doesn’t have a family to throw to the dogs so they can rip them to shreds.

Oh Sloane, if only you knew half of the shit that goes beneath that stuck-up nose of yours.

Releasing another deep sigh, Lacey slumps to the seat in front of him, crossing her long legs together and leaning back in her chair while grabbing the folder on her desk. Her lips clamp together tightly, trying to hide the saltiness on her face. Long lashes curtain her eyes which pretend to read through the file. August rolls his eyes with annoyance, trying to ignore her existence and continue working his way through a case he’s been reading before she interrupted him. 

Yet every now and then his storm-touched eyes peer at the naive-looking woman, observing her and trying to determine how long will she last.

~*~

Is this hell?

~*~

That dusting of freckles on her nose and the fresh shimmer in her eyes give out much softness, yet she is anything but weak. Lacey Hartmann is a shield-maiden of some sort. For 2 months she withstood August’s “boot camp,” meaning she appeared unaffected by his cold demeanour.

At times there is even a hint of a smile hiding beneath that peach shade lipstick when August challenges her with an obscene dark joke. A hint of amusement tints the green of her irises, but she never dares to admit it. 

Too coy, almost chaste, yet iron-willed. 

August finds her behaviour borderline masochistic as he continues to prize her with nothing but arctic affection. Even so, she always listens when he speaks, her eyes open with pure intent, a fertile green field in her glance. 

Something spikes at the marrow of his bones, intrigue or so. Trivial thoughts find themselves latching into the tunnels of his complicated mind. His CIA brain begins to note her morning routine. A glacial stare registers the vanilla latte she drinks almost religiously every morning at 9, with two teaspoons of sugar. Lacey has a sweet tooth, it seems. She never misses dessert at the cantine and he once caught her bending the rules and sneaking candies back from their previous mission at eastern Europe.

He also noticed how when she is nervous, she twirls a finger in her hair with agitation and chews her plump lips. 

Blue is another point of interest. The colour seems to be dominant in her attire and accessories for some cryptic reason, though. not obsessively. She wears black or grey but then ties a silk scarf the shade of the sky around her delicate throat. When she is having a bad hair day, it’s the red pencil suit that draws attention to her body instead. The combination is horrifying when she sits in front of him holding her favourite mug which is glittery cerulean. 

He begins to wonder about her life outside of the headquarters. Her file rested in his apartment for weeks yet only recently he found himself bored enough to peek inside and read about her personal life. No husband is listed under her marital state, yet he wonders if a woman as attractive as Lacey has a man waiting for her at home. Someone kind, he imagines, and pitiful. She looks like a woman lacking a strong man in her life. 

“Are you going to finish that?” 

August’s brows furrow as she cuts into his adventurous trails of thought. His glassy eyes pierce at her as she sits in front of him at the cantine, sharing a lunch table. He hardly speaks during lunch anyway, and only listens to her musings with the usual sulk on his face. 

Lacey appears slightly frightened when she sees his menacing expression, yet her fright melts into a soft blush and a coy grin, in an attempt to pacify him. He nudges the plate with a slice of chocolate cake in her direction. 

“No, go ahead.” he watches as she digs her fork into it with excitement, her eyes shutting with near orgasmic pleasure as the chocolate melts on her tongue.  

His mind continues to wander, offering him possible imaginary visions of her personal life while she mumbles something in the background about the cake being outrageous. 

Her home address would be in that file too. 

It’s nothing but idle curiosity, after all.

~*~

You don’t believe in hell.

~*~

It’s been over 6 months of enduring her by his side. August imagined she’d run off crying to Sloane 2 days after being forced into this partnership, but she keeps a vow of secrecy, even when he bends a guideline or two during missions or violates nearly every HR policy. At first, she would warn him about his behaviour, but now she just calls it “The Walker Way”. 

It almost feels like he has a partner in crime. 

They arrived in Sicily a night ago, their mission is to locate and capture a millionaire-turned-terrorist and bring him in for questioning. It’s a  high profile target, which means the CIA spared no expense providing them with the finest hotel suites and fancy attire to attend a gallery opening. An informant suggested the suspect might be doing his bidding at the same mansion. 

Lacey meets August at the hotel’s main parking lot, wearing a cornflower blue mermaid-cut gown. Threads of silver adorn the outlines of her cleavage and little pieces of sparkling glitter draw his attention to her bust. He doesn’t attempt to hide the way his eyes fixate on her breasts. Beaming at the pale pink fat of her bosom before his gaze finally wanders to meet her face, giving her his regular cocky stance.

Is she wearing a bra underneath?

“You look handsome,” Lacey compliments, swallowing a complaint about the obvious way he objectified her. “We look as if we’ve matched colours.” The royal blue three-piece suit brings out the ocean in his eyes and she allows herself to dwell in the calm water as she glances back, offering him a smile.

Stoic, he ignores her praises, studying her face quietly. The shade on her lips is not the usual one; it’s darker, making her look more vamping. He doesn’t like it, her natural appearance is sweet and supple, and this colour clashes with her complexion and the concept of her in his mind.

The unnerving silence between them greatly challenges her. The need to crack the autumn evening air with some sort of dialogue pans in her chest. 

“Are you…” Lacey begins speaking when her eyes squint at the region of his mouth. “...growing a moustache?” Bold fingers reach up, ghosting over his upper lip where a few days’ stubble seems to grow longer than the rest on his jaw. August cocks his eyebrow as the tips of her fingers almost touch his mouth. She notices his disapproval and pulls her hand away apologetically.

“For the mission, I thought it might make me look older.” 

An amused smile cracks on her face, her cheeks rounding up to perfect blushing circles. “The real Mrs. Walker would be mortified.”  

August scoffs, rolling his eyes at the notion before turning away to watch the cars that pass by. His hand rests on his chest, straightening the vest underneath his suit and stretches the muscles of his back. A timid-blowing zephyr caresses his face; his Adam apple rises and drops dryly in his throat.

“Is there a…”

“Oh c’mon, Hartmann! You know the answer to the question, don’t act stupid and play small talk with me, it’s not your style.” 

Lacey’s lips press shut together, her green eyes dropping to the floor. She knows the only Mrs. Walker is his mother, and Madeleine has been gone for a couple of years now. Everything is in his file, allowing her to learn about the “mundane life” August Walker leads, or at least the ones he allows her to see through her CIA spectacles. 

It was an obligation to do the same with her. His old man once told him to learn who he’s dealing with before opening his “goddamn mouth.” That’s all there is to it, and his curiosity if he has to admit it.

Lacey Hartmann lives alone with her cat, Sir Podrick, on Hampshire St 457 on flat number 45. A magazine two-room apartment, picture-perfect, tidy to the point of OCD. She has an older sister but they rarely see each other. On her free weekends, she loves to watch romantic comedies while drinking hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows. 

He often wonders if her sweet tooth is compensating for something missing in her life. Yet there is never a man in her apartment.

Sometimes she dances in front of the window, especially after a hard day at the office. He can’t tell which music is playing in her headphones, but the way she moves her body makes him believe it’s something upbeat and cheerful. 

The images of her bedroom window vanish as a slightly irritating thought peaks in his mind at her comment. Mrs. Walker. A hiss of violent air shoots from his nostrils. 

Relationships were not something he cared to pursue. Life had other offerings. 

Besides, the women he liked were too tender and he was too rough. So, his conquests never lasted more than a night. 

Agitated, he pulls his sleeve to look at his Rolex, muttering something obscene under his breath which makes Lacey shift uncomfortably on her feet. The driver should have arrived by now. Every car that parks at the pebbled road bears disappointment, dropping off more honeymooners and rich, older married couples. 

A soft smile breaks on Lacey’s painted lips while she stares at August who’s facing the driveway with his fists clenched at the sides of his body.

“Well, since we’re stuck here waiting for a ride, you better entertain me.” Lacey speaks with grace, not a hint of nervousness or fright in her voice. She learnt how to deal with August and his tantrums by now. 

August remains silent, his sight never breaking from the driveway and the alley of palm trees that pave the path. 

“Or I guess we can stare at the big full moon,” she says to herself, lifting her eyes to the clear sky.

August stares back at the golden-haired woman, her long lashes fluttering gently as she counts the stars in her mind. A naive glint sparks her eyes as she’s captivated by her own fascination. The pale blue of the moon reflects on her milky skin, making her look like a siren in her beautiful dress.

“Yeah, it’s lovely,” he says in his deep voice. 

*~*

And even if it existed, hell wouldn’t have you.

*~*

The expo is held at a royal mansion of some sort. A large Sicilian palace that is owned by an ageing millionaire. Golden floral embellishments spread across the azure velvet walls, shimmering at the lights of the crystal chandeliers which dangle in the halls.   

Various ancient trinkets are placed in glass cubes. Crudely-made bows and arrows that were carved from cheap wood by a half-brain neanderthal are offered for the price of 200,000,000 Euros.    

Ridiculous.

Keen on finding their target, both August and Lacey decide to split up upon their arrival, planning their strategy ahead by protocol. August is the striking image of professionalism tonight, stretching his gaze around the large hallway. He has been this way for the last several missions, working by the book, making sure to perform as clean as possible, whatever that means in CIA terms. 

He even managed to win a word of praise from Sloane, who still can’t stand the very sight of his face. But at least she ceased from eating his head at the conclusion of every mission. 

And Lacey seems to appreciate it, too. 

The brooding man spends the night pretending to be enthralled by the exhibition and its boring guests who continually attempt to strike pointless conversations with him. As part of his task, he only speaks with those who seem to be an asset and brushes others away by answering in fluent Italian, pretending to not understand a word in English while smiling at them politely. 

Blending in, the young agent stands by one of the bars, leaning onto the marble counter and enjoying some type of strawberries-in-cream dessert which was offered to him by a tall,  abnormally attractive waitress who’s been walking around with a silver tray. 

Lacey would love this fruit-pudding thingy, he muses as his fingers brush through the mid-length stubble above his lip. His eyes carefully scan the room for any group of men in their late 30s for a clue or a sign. 

The sound of a woman’s laughter chips away his attention like a siren’s call.

So that’s how she sounds like when she laughs. 

Grabbing a glass of champagne, he steps forward on the black carpeted floor, following the cheerful voice as it rolls delightfully in his ears. Storm clouds gather in his eyes. The siren is behaving unprofessionally to the point of being offensive. A tall glass of half-empty Lambrusco hangs between her slender fingers while her head falls back; her hand rests on her chest, trying to contain her laughter. 

She is the centre of attention to a group of famished men. 

August frowns with disapproval. She’s supposed to act drunk, not get buzzed. Standing at the large pathway, he watches how she smiles widely, mouth gaping, small dimples peeking at the corner of her lips. The honey of her hair makes her stand out in a room of dark beauties, the shade of her dress an anchor for any travelling eyes.

He takes an irritated sip from his champagne, swallowing the sparkly liquid, trying to ignore the bells of laughter which begin to sound like an insult, meant to provoke him. His piercing eyes search for the target in the room, focusing on the task on hand and being the professional his father urged him to be. 

Yet as if magnetized, his glare returns to her.  

For a moment there he nearly forgets that she is a CIA agent. The men around her flirt nearly barbarically, their mouths salivating with predatory hunger. Is she too pure to understand their intentions? The vultures are waiting to tear her limb by limb. Possibly hoping she will be drunk enough to be dragged by one of them.

The storm inside him rages. Thoughts of her being tainted by one of these hideous men enter his mind and poison bubbles in his throat, drowning him in anger.

He puts his champagne flute on the tray of one of the hostesses who passes by. He fixes his tie over his neck and swallows hard. His strides are confident and charismatic as he marches into their circle abruptly, reaching an arm over to Lacey. 

“Sweetheart, here you are. Come see this piece, you’re going to love it.” hee speaks with contained anger, his baritone loud and clear, roaring through his puffed chest and squared shoulders.

Lacey turns to smile at him as he latches his fingers around her forearm, rescuing her by pulling her away from the predators with as much elegance he can muster at his current aggravated mood.

“Are you fucking drunk, Hartmann? What’s wrong with you?! We have a dangerous man to catch.” He whispers angry and low in her ear, carrying her toward an open terrace where they can discuss and re-strategize the mission.

The cool breeze caresses their faces, tenderly running through their hair as they approach the open air. The young woman continues to giggle as August’s fingers tickle beneath her armpit while he takes her to stand next to the large renaissance modules that hide them from the guests of the event. He lets go of her forearm, looking down at her with a scowl.

“Relax, I was trying to make it look convincing with these decadent, empty idiots.” she attempts to pacify him, looking up into his eyes, her head reaching just beneath his square chin. 

“Isn’t it ridiculous?”

“What is?”

“The way they sell these artefacts on such a high price when it was created by a primitive creature who ate his own fleas,” she mocks with a mischievous smile. “This is the end of human culture, this capitalistic point of view.”

A cold shiver crawls at August’s spine as he hears her speaking of his ideals. He had never seen her this way before. 

So opinionated, so bold. 

Has she been reading my mind?

They have never been this physically close, he can smell the lupines on her skin and the Lambrusco on her breath. Lacey’s amused grin begins to relax somewhat, her eyes now staring at something with stark fascination.

“You have a brown spot in one of your eyes.”

August brow furrows even deeper, dark lines forming between his thick eyebrows as the woman ogles him in a bizarre way. His blood thickens as the pleasant wind brushes at his face.

“Sectoral heterochromia, I was born with it.”

“It’s beautiful,” she answers with an enchanted glare, batting her lashes and moving further to study the shape of his flaw. Her feet arch to the tip of her toes, reaching higher to his face. August remains still, watching as if within a haze when her lips crash onto his. 

Chills spiral through his nerves, his eyes wide open as her soft lips press into his in a long, chaste kiss. There is a small hum in her voice, painted lashes look like black curved trails as her eyes shut with an enchantment. For a second he can feel her body press into his, her breasts grinding at his broad chest. She slowly detaches from him, opening her eyes and falling flat on her feet.

Alarm spills onto her face, her hand covering her mouth with guilt as panic surges. August stares back without a sign of emotion on his arctic face.

“I’m so sorry!” She calls out in utter embarrassment, moving away from him by a step.

His breath grows rigid, his mind a war. In an instant, he pulls her wrist away from her face and claims her into his grasp, kissing her earnestly, even violently. Lacey’s moans melt into his mouth, her body crashing into his, writhing as her lips gape, accepting his insidious tongue. 

She tastes like sugar.

August slams her against the wall, growling as her hands roam down his body and messing his outfit. A fervent stir tingles at his groin and the way she squeezes the muscles of his behind and tries to shove her hands under his trousers does nothing to relax his racing heart. Depraved, his hand pushes between her legs, trying to cup her heat through the tight dress, yet it cages her legs too tightly. 

“I want you out of this fucking dress.” August growls, breaking the passionate kiss to breath hot and heavy in her ear. 

“Then take me back to the hotel.” she retorts breathlessly, grinding her pelvis into the growing hardness in his groin.

“We can’t, the mission.”

Lacey emits a frustrated huff, sounding as if she’s meaning to beg as her body constantly pushes into his in a snakelike dance. “Forget about him, he’s not here, we’ll do it the Walker way.”

There is nothing in this world strong enough to convince him otherwise as those big doe eyes peer at him with admiration and a sense of need he never received from any woman before. It wasn’t like the women who begged him to fuck them as he tormented and delayed their release.

For the first time in his life, he felt purely wanted.

~*~

The ride back to the hotel is the most dreadful experience he had to endure in his life. Both Lacey and he sit at each side of the car, avoiding eye contact whilst their organs throb with aching need. She keeps her fingers laced together while the driver listens to some old Italian love song and sings along the tunes on the radio. August attempts to avoid drowning into his thoughts but the idea of having her tonight makes the blood pool hot in his loins.

They hardly make it into her room. Exploiting every moment left in solitude to make out like horny teenagers. Whenever a hotel staff member or a guest passes by, they break away from one another in the most obvious manner.

As they finally arrive at the suite, August kicks the door shut with his foot and preys at her, his talons reaching for her face, his thumb wiping off whatever remains of her lipstick before kissing her again. 

“I don’t like this, it isn’t you.” he states in between invigorated kisses while Lacey battles to take off his clothes, pushing the blazer off his shoulders and then working the buttons of his vest and shirt with lust guiding her fingers. She ignores his remark, answering with another breathless kiss instead while moving to fumble with his belt.

Their feet kick at one another as August leads them toward the king-size bed, fondling the curves of her body through the terrible prison that is her dress. His long legs nearly lose their balance as she successfully unzips his trousers and finds him fully erect and pulsating in her small hand. 

Logic turns to steam at the manipulation of her hands. His gasps resonate through the length of his throat, giving in to the whispers of his heart. How long yearned for her, wanting to keep her in the birdcage of his vision. 

Lacey, so bold yet so sweet.   

With the swiftness of his hands, he turns her around, tugging at the zipper of her dress while dotting her collarbone with possessive nibbles. Her naked figure unveils to him as a flower opens to the sunlight of spring.

Left in nothing but her baby-blue lace underwear, she steps out of her dress and moves to face the large naked man, pacing back as he sneaks toward her like a direwolf. The look on her face is admirable. Drenched of fear and desire at once, feeding his natural dominance.

“August…” she whispers his name. Her lips quiver at the sight of his broad form, appreciating every sinew, every muscle. August reaches to hold his cock as the blood stirs into it with rage, wanting to be inside this angel, to taint her and mark every piece of skin. 

“I don’t have a condom.” he warns, licking his lips as she slides her underwear down her long, creamy legs. Her mound is completely waxed, just the way he wants it. Pure.  

“I’m clean and protected.”

Inviting him into her mysteries, Lacey offers him a devoted stare and reaches her delicate hand toward him. No clarity is left in his mind; desire clouds every rational thought, every self-preservation instinct. He ignores her hand and lunges at her like a predator.

They fall into a sea of silken sheets together, August covering her body with his, giving no care of how his weight crushes her. His hands hold her wrists pinned to the mattress as he pushes her smooth thighs apart with his knees.

Lacey’s moans are mesmerizing as he sinks himself into her wonders. Singing her pleasure at him like a true siren. An overwhelmed groan breaks from his own lips as the wetness of her flesh encloses around his cock, sucking him from within with an embrace of lust. Soft and delicate, she writhes against his crude, rugged body and he thrusts inside her with teetering grunts, taking her with sheer, primal dominance. 

She feels different, like no other woman he ever had before. Completely submissive to his darkest desires. Her body opens to him, like a precious, heavenly nymph and he takes what he wants. Deeper and deeper, drowning into her womb, never wanting to stop, invigorated by the way her hands clutch at his body with the same desperation that is in his chest.

For three days, they never leave the suite. Lost in a carnal euphoria that makes both of them forget the existence of the outer world.

~*~

Oh, hell indeed exists, it’s on the earth you walked your entire life.

~*~

The delicious aroma of crispy, caramelized bacon and fluffy pancakes tickles his senses to wake up. Salty and sweet, the scent draws him to sit upon the bed that’s slightly too small for his wide frame. A drowsy smirk crawls onto his face. This scent is his second favourite thing to wake up to.  

Locating his cobalt trunks on the floor, he hauls himself out of her bed, pulls them on and tries to tame the messy bundle of curls on his head while he walks to find her in the kitchen. The bacon sizzles on the pan as Lacey stands next to the stove in his buttoned-up shirt. She is flipping an impossible quantity of pancakes and frying strips of bacon in another pan. 

Her rounded ass peeks at him with every shift her body makes.

August sneaks behind her with the skill of a CIA agent, looming closer and wrapping his arms around her torso, his chin resting on the top of her head, while his hungry eyes feast on the pancakes and amber bacon.

Lacey flinches in his grip, he can feel her heart jump for a moment before she relaxes into his embrace, lips melting into a wide smirk as August rocks her from side to side.

“Morning,” she hums delightfully. “Go sit, there is freshly brewed coffee waiting for you.”

August drops a kiss on the top of her head, a low growl of serenity climbing up his throat. “You’re a dream, princess.”

And you’re all mine. 

With a wisp of unwillingness, he detaches from her and walks to the table, where Lacey’s favourite mug of coffee awaits him with steam rising from within. His eyes are a calm sea sparkling at the sunrise as he looks at her with admiration. 

Everything about her tips him across the edges of sanity; the way she smiles at his horrible dark jokes, the way she listens to everything he says with devotion and appeal, the way she speaks about her ideals and sees him like no person ever did before.

Lacey turns her head and sneaks a small glance at him, giving a smile and a wink before returning to the stove.

It took 5 months to admit to himself that he likes this, that he enjoyed being here, with her and her stupid cat, or in every distant location in the world. It didn’t matter if they were in Afghanistan or Paris, as long as he got to listen to her breathing in her slumber. That night in Sicily wasn’t just mindless sex. It was a union of two souls. They spent the night talking and while he was reluctant to open up-as he still is-he was stunned to find out just how much this woman shared similar points of views.

Though she never says it specifically, Lacey wants to watch the world burn. 

He hasn't even told her about his idea, not yet. It’s probably too soon anyway as he only started formulating his intention a couple of months ago. A part of him still fears how she may react if she finds out he’s been selling CIA secrets and dealing weapons right beneath Sloane’s nose. 

“I hope you’re hungry,”

Lacey calls out as she places two large plates of pancakes and bacon on the table and walks quickly to get the maple syrup from the counter. Sir Podrick jumps on the table as she puts the syrup next to the plates. Aggravated, August shoos the cat away and reaches to grab the woman's forearm, forcing her into his lap possessively.

“You know I am, princess.” he murmurs as he kisses her shoulder and then her lips, before grabbing a piece of pancake and some bacon with his fork and nibbling it deliciously. Lacey remains on his lap, grabbing a stripe of bacon from his plate and chewing on it with a pleasant moan before directing her gaze to August.

“How long do you think we can keep this a secret?” she asks, slight concern appearing on her face. August swallows the remaining pancake in his mouth and sips some coffee to clear his throat. His fingers thread through the gold of her hair, combing the large waves repeatedly.

“I don’t want them to take you away from me.”

His voice is nearly that of a child.

The agency’s protocol won’t allow partners to be in a relationship due to an incredible conflict of interest. “Sloane would lose her shit if she’d find out this entire time we’ve been doing this.” He chuckles dryly and shoves another piece of pancake into his mouth while still looking at Lacey. The first morning rays shine through the wide-open window, basking her face with a shimmering summer glow. 

“We can run away,” she teases. “Buy a yacht, tell Erica to go fuck herself and sail the sea.”

August smirks, his hand descending to the small of her back as images of embarking to the great unknown with her fill his chest with euphoric bliss. 

A daydream, perhaps in the future, after mankind is free.  

“I think she’s beginning to warm up to me though.” 

“Well, she did start calling you The Hammer after the last mission.” Lacey answers and grabs the mug from August’s side, stealing a mischievous sip. “If only they knew it has a different meaning to some of us.”

August crooks his eyebrow up at Lacey and wipes his moustache clean. His hands reach to tickle the sides of her belly, causing her to let go of the mug before he snatches it back. Her giggles make his heart feel at ease, something he’ll never dare to tell or show her. 

Asserting his dominance by only giving as much. 

“Why did you join the agency in the first place? You never told me.” she wraps her arms around his shoulders, the green of her eyes appearing yellow at the ray of sunlight that beams on her face.

His gaze falls upon the table, staring at the remnants of the pancakes while licking his teeth. Thoughts of his past begin to echo in the chasm of his mind. 

The day his mom fell to her knees and let out a banshee-like howl of agony at the empty ceiling as two agents came into their house.

He was 13, and from that moment on, he was all alone in a cold, ravenous world. 

“I wanted to die for the government, just like my father.” he spits out, thinking of how his life turned over one autumn morning. A tall, lanky boy who couldn’t even comfort his mother as she tore off tufts of her hair. 

August didn’t even cry, not since then.  

The curious look on Lacey’s face fades into sadness, compassion welling on her now golden-green irises. “You never told me how he died.” 

A muscle twitches in his cheek, his eyebrows knitting together as anger begins to slightly boil his blood. “Like all heroes, forgotten. I don’t know how, it was during a mission in Moscow. Nothing in his files but a mention on an accident, no details other than that.” 

“Is that why you have such small faith in the government?” Lacey asks innocently, referring to their pillow-talk. The ones they have while she presses her soft cheek to his chest and draws invisible circles onto his chest.  

The lump in his throat dries as he remembers the weeks that followed after his father was gone. They were thrown to the dogs to be gnawed at. No compensation, no financial support, and no one to comfort young August. 

His mother couldn’t even look at him anymore. Those blue soulful eyes, the cleft of his chin, and even the shape of his nose were inherited from his father. 

The most pain August has ever endured was when someone he loved was unable to look at him anymore.  

Madeleine was a loyal housewife from the midwest who never took a real job. Arthur provided for them. While he wasn’t the warmest father, he kept his family close, taking them with him on his trips, unless they were too dangerous. 

By the time August was seven, he’s already been to all continents. 

After his father’s death, both the money and his mother withered away. Having no experience in anything but waiting tables, Madeleine couldn't support her own child and perhaps she didn’t want to. The boy was a painful memory of what she lost. 

The last he remembers of her, she dragged him with her to church and went on her knees as August sat on the bench. She prayed and cried out to God until her knees bled and her eyes rimmed red from the tears she wept.

But God never answered.

That week, social services arrived at their door. He never saw her since that day and needless to say, no one wanted a hostile 13-year-old boy. 

August turns his face to stare at Lacey, examining her round, freckled face and her plump, pink lips. They make her look like a renaissance painting of an angel. At times, he’s afraid that his rage will tarnish her, swallow the light of her spirit. Yet he can never hold back, fucking her so roughly, she hurts for days. His instincts drive him to spill all his fury into her cavities. To offer all the spite and hurt that poisoned his soul, as if it will cleanse him. 

And for a few seconds, he is sanctified. Coming inside her makes him feel complete in every sense of the word.   

The soft purring of Lacey’s cat grounds him to reality. The chubby ginger cat rubs around his leg affectionately, his yellow diamond eyes staring at August. 

“Let’s not talk about it, anymore,” he replies in a somewhat final tone.

Lacey nods at him, giving him a look full of understanding. Her fingers reach behind his ear, stroking the soft chocolate curls and tucking them back. “Okay, Aug. But we really need to talk about that!” 

Her fingers move to point at his thick moustache, her eyes narrowing with disdain. 

August strokes his moustache with his thumb and index finger and lets them slide down the stubble of his square chin. “You don’t like it?”

Lacey shakes her head with protest, trying her best to appear irritated. “No.”  

Princess is so cute when she pretends to be angry.

August offers her a smug smirk in return, grabbing the last remaining piece of bacon from his plate and sliding it whole into his mouth. “Too bad, it stays.” he answers with his mouth full, grease smearing on the corners of his lips. “It makes me look dangerous and you love it.”

“No, you look like pornstar.”

“I’d fuck you like one.” he answers with a dark glint in his eyes. In a sudden movement, he places both hands on Lacey’s waist and stands up with her in his grip. The woman squeals with surprise as he flings her over his shoulder with little to no effort and stings her ass with a sharp slap.

“Do you want it here, sweetheart, or in the bedroom?” he asks and bites the fat of her behind. Lacey cries out in pain, her legs kicking the air.

He loves to hear her laugh, just as much as he loves to hear her scream.

*~*

If hell is on earth, then what does it make you?

*~*

Like a creature dwelling in the darkness, he sits in the bleak hours of the night, fingers stroking the keys as if he’s a composer, conducting his symphony of destruction. The flesh of his lips chafe at the lack of sleep and insufficient fluids, yet he gives no care. 

This will be his legacy, his gift to the world, his gift to her.

The pale teal light of the screen flickers lightly on his weary corneas. It’s nothing but pixels, black on white, five blocks of paragraphs for now, but the raw power in words proceeds beyond any other weapon known to mankind. So pure, so cataclysmic. 

Just like an atomic reaction.

She will see through his eyes soon. The potential, the greater good. All her words of breaking the system, about dreaming of a better world. A sweet, naive girl with a mind fed with agenda. It was as if they were threaded into one another’s life, destined to be. 

The paving of a new world has already begun. They call themselves the apostles, a group of no more than 12 people, men and women of science and power. Their identities are unknown among one another. It matters very little, the seeds have been sown into the earth. Small acts of terror, biological and chemical incidents around selected locations around the globe, just enough to test the waters. 

Greatness from small beginnings.

It will take time, yet he is patient, and his little angel of destruction will be by his side once the time is right. All mankind will be reunited in peace after the earth will shudder beneath their feet.

~*~

Does it make you a monster?

~*~

Something sharp prods his mind to wake up. A nightmare, whispering toxic words in the darkness. He hears a vague ruffle in the webbed darkness of the night and he blindly reaches his palm to stroke her and finds himself abandoned. There is a knot in his gut and a storm brewing in his mind. Carefully and silently, he reaches for the loaded gun in his nightstand and slips out of bed. 

Pale blue and humming, a soft light invites him to follow to the office next to his bedroom. His heart drums heavily in his chest, his face falling as his vision becomes clear. Bright pink winks through the molten mixture of shadow and light. She hovers over his open computer, spreading files and paper plans over the surface of his desk, all the while holding her digital camera, violating his secrets.

Whatever is in his chest shrieks and bleeds with misery.

“Would be more efficient if you’d switch the light on.”

The woman jumps as she hears his voice and a heavy flood of bright light showers her crimes as August flicks the switch on. She straightens up, as stiff as a frozen tree. Unable to face him right away, her face remains hidden from him. August can see the spasm of her legs beneath her nightdress.

“What are you doing?” August asks, his voice low and menacing, eyes travelling from the Nikon camera that hangs from her hand to his secret scribbles as they lay on his desk, right next to his open manifest. 

“Look at me.” he demands, stern and composed as he can. 

Lacey turns slowly to peer at him, her lips aquiver, eyes shining with guilt. The only sound from her is the shudder of her breath that rushes through her heaving chest. 

The hurt must have blinded his thoughts. He doesn’t remember aiming his gun at her head, it’s only when he sees the woman’s surrendering gesture does he register his actions.

Taking a deep breath, he lowers his gun and places it carefully on the floor. His hands splay in the air, disarmed, offering a truce as he stretches to stand straight. 

“Was I…” he swallows the dryness in his throat and licks his lips. 

It would take a real fool to be so blind to see what was in front of him the whole time. 

“I was your mission?”

Lacey remains quiet, her eyes refusing to meet his. Tears glide down the apples of her rosy cheeks. 

“Tell me the truth Lacey, please. I just want to understand.” The threat in his voice turns soft, becoming nearly a plea as he takes one step forward, watching the woman flinch and step back, her behind colliding with the desk.

The woman weeping in front of him is a trained CIA agent, yet the despair in her eyes shows no signs of panning struggle. The only way out of this room is through him, a man who is nearly twice her size and knows her every move.

“Erica suspected you’re the one who is leaking secrets, so she sent me…”

That’s why she inquired so much, wanted to hear his thoughts, to sleep at his home despite his reluctance. He agreed for the first time tonight, unaware of her insidious intentions. 

Did you really think you deserve this?

August scoffs, his heart clenching painfully in his battered lungs. 

He was wrong. There is something more painful than having someone you love never look back at you. 

“Did she tell you to sleep with me?”

Lacey’s gaze drops to the floor in silence; her answer is nothing but a pathetic sniffle as she pinches her nose.

Bile rises in his throat as he sees shame on her face, so obvious, so obscene. Her purity was false. 

There was nothing sweet or innocent about her, she was nothing but a whore.

“Answer me!!!” he rumbles, more beast than man. 

Lacey jumps and sobs with panic, nodding her head at him with her confession.  “Ye..Yes… any means possible.”

Running his palm through his face and groaning with frustration, the young CIA agent exhales hoarsely. He takes another small step towards her, gradually closing the distance between them, watching his shadow loom on her porcelain skin.

Lacey’s eyes widen with panic. Her ankles kick back the wooden legs of the desk, her hands scattering August’s belongings. White sheets of paper fly down to the floor, ink smudged by tears.

“Stay away,” she warns.

“Does she know? Did you tell her or anyone else at the agency?” he ignores her pathetic threats, taking another step closer. Her floral scent fills his nostrils, nearly triggering his instinct to claim her lips. His gaze softens with an ocean of mercy as she shakes in front of him so violently, breaking into tears of grief. 

Delicate fingers cup her jaw, sliding across the slick moistness of her tears as he tilts her chin up. “Please, tell me the truth.” 

Lacey lifts her gaze to meet his, her eyes puffy and red, her plump lips swollen. She wipes her nose with the back of her palm. “I had nothing to report, until now.”

His grasp tightens around her chin, forcing her head back to look at the text flickering on the monitor. “All this talk about a better world, I thought this is what you wanted.”

She snaps her head back to glare at him, eyes narrowing with disgust and anxiety. “You thought I’d like this?! This is sick!”

August’s nostrils flare yet he gives a gentle nod of understanding and hushes her sudden surge of stress. His hand caresses her round, damp face. The thick pads of his thumbs wipe the salty tears away from her skin and his body presses into hers. 

Even a tremoring mess, she is still so soft and warm. 

“Did you ever love me?” 

His lips are merely an inch from her temples as he whispers. His large hand slides down her cheek, stroking down her jaw and descending further below her chin.  

Unable to muster another lie, she remains silent, aware of the fact that the sand in the hourglass has all but diminished, along with her chances of survival.

Words are unnecessary. The truth speaks loudly in her eyes, the poisonous infidelity was always there all along. Struck by her angelic beauty he was too blind to see, leeching onto false heaven, a childish fantasy of love that never existed.

Small spots of blood begin to form in her wide-open eyes as his long fingers lock around her thin neck, squeezing with intensifying force. Tighter, harder. His name remains caged in her throat as she fights for the air she thinks she deserves. 

“No, you didn’t.” August whispers, his vision beginning to blur. “You never did.”

Strangled yips of pain wheeze through her mouth. Struggling frantically while August hardly even bats an eyelid, staring at her with no emotion on his face. Desperate arms reach out to both heaven and hell, her body squirms and her eyes plead for August to let go. 

Begging for her life.

Something breaks inside her throat. Her last breath follows, a short gasp, frozen in her body for eternity as both her heart and her eyes become still. 

August glances at her pale skin, her gaping lips stained violet, her bloodied eyes glassy, returning his broken reflection.

Sorrowful tears roll down the lines of his face as his heart pumps with pain black as tar. A loud gasp of agony rips from him, shuddering across his entire existence as the very base of his soul chars in his chest. Broken, he falls to his knees with Lacey cradled in his arms, his hand stroking her dull hair and her blue cheeks while husky cries of anguish come through his throat.

All emotions end. An empty abyss claims the spot where his soul once laid. The only thing left to him now is pure, undistilled hatred.

~*~

I am the one who reigns in hell.

~*~

Black cold liquid seeps into weary lungs. Skeletal hands caress his face unkindly, the thin bones, so hard and frozen as they travel down his grey cheeks. No grace is given to him, no redemption. This was nothing but a dream of a life. 

As tar oozes from his throat, her voice continues to call for him. 

His last memories are of Erica, sitting on her throne of lies, swallowing his accusations while peering at him through her dark eyes. Face filled with guilt, oh, she didn't have a clue. Everyone believed Lacey Hartmann was the double agent this entire time. Angelic eyes hiding dark secrets. He planted the evidence in her house, in her computer, sparing his manifest of course. Just enough to tarnish her name forever. 

A painful wheeze splits his throat. Iron tinged his tongue. 

The promotion was won right after the body was cremated. A fine medal given for having his life put at risk.  

Glory and fame won over the woman you loved.

I never loved her. She was a lying whore, she betrayed me.

But you did love me, August. 

Blood spills through his mouth as he coughs. His blue eyes shoot open, peering at a great hole in the ceiling and the dust that floats calmly in the chill air of night. The pain sears his shoulder, throbbing furiously to remind him there is still blood running through his veins. He grunts as he clutches at the gaping wound, trying to hold onto the blood that still remains in his wretched heart. 

Run and hide, little Ingvild

I am no one but Lucifer himself. 

I will have my vengeance.  

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Disclaimer: I don’t own Mission Impossible franchise or August Walker

[meltwonu]

💕NSFW SVT DRABBLE GAME💕

Hi! I’ve been wanting to try doing a drabble game for a while so I thought now’s the best time~!

🌟 you can request for up to 2 members (so memberxreaderxmember is the limit!) and up to 3 prompts!

🌟 Adding a lil more detail is fine and helps me get a better idea of what you want! (ie. ‘prompt #24 and #29 with dom!woozi’ or ‘prompt #25 and #52 with yandere!jeonghan’ or ‘prompt #25 with sub!chan’) but also if you don’t want to, I’ll just write it how I see the prompt fits~

🌟 you can send in multiple requests but please make them separate asks!

🌟 I do write yandere fic, bdsm, dom, sub, mommy, daddy, etc. but if there’s a request that I get with something I’m uncomfortable with(ie being pissed on dhjfgjs), I’ll probably ignore it. sorry! 😢

🌟 writing takes time, so I'll def get to the requests(and maybe pick off a few that I wanted to write anyway heheh) but it won’t be like, within a hr of you requesting so please be patient with me! thank u!

🌟 I’m also really sorry but I only know how to write in female reader 😭😭

If you’ve read all of that, the prompts are under the cut! and I’d also like to say thank you to https://justforshitsandcackles.tumblr.com for providing a great list of smut prompts!

DRABBLE FAQ 

1. “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.” 2. “I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.” 3. “You’re not going out in that outfit.” 4. “Don’t give me that look.” 5. “You’re more than just a one night stand.” 6. “Would you just shut up and kiss me already?” 7. “You want me to give you your book/phone/item back? Make me.” 8. “Like what you see?” 9. “Try to stay quiet, understand?” 10. “We’re in public, you know.” 11. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” 12. “Don’t be so rough. there cant be any marks.” 13. “I really don’t care. You still look hot and i’m trying not to kiss/fuck you senseless right now.” 14. “Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.” 15. “No, i’m supposed to be making you feel good.” 16. “Make me.” 17. “Stop teasing me so much..” 18. “You’re in trouble now.” 19. “Take off your clothes.” 20. “I’m waiting.” 21. “First one to make a noise loses.” 22. “Mine.” 23. “We cant do that here!” 24. “Behave.” 25. “What did you just say?” 26. “Come here.” 27. “Watch me.” 28. “I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore.” 29. “If you cant sleep…then how about we have sex?” 30. “Put that thing away!” 31. “Don’t kink shame me.” 32. “If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.” 33. “I’m going to put on some clothes before you say anything else.” 34. “Tell me what you want.” 35. “Bite me.”          “If you insist.” 36. “Could he make you feel as good as i do?” 37. “You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?” 38. “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?” 39. “You taste like fucking candy.” 40. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” 41. “You make a sound and its game over.” 42. “Just let me finish this/this level and i swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.” 43. “If i have to stop what i’m doing, you wont be able to walk for the next week.” 44. “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.” 45. “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.” 46. “Were you just masturbating?”           “U-uh..no, i was just..”           “Want some help?” 47. “Shut up.”           “Why don’t you come over here and make me.” 48. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” 49. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” 50. “C’mere, you can sit on my lap until i’m done working.” 51. “What? Does that feel good?” 52. “I’m not jealous! its just…you’re mine!” 53. “If we get caught i’m blaming you.” 54. “We have to be quiet.” 55. “Tell me again.” 56. “You have no idea how much i want you.” 57. “Say it.” 58. “If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” 59. “Wow, i didn’t realize you were that…flexible.” 60. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.” 61. “You better shut that pretty little mouth before i put it to work, doll.” 62. “I think that’s the first time i’ve heard you moan…it was like a fucking melody.” 63. “I really want to kiss you right now.”            “Then do it.” 64. “You’re not taking me to bed. ever.”            “Who said it had to be on the bed?” 65. “She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but i bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.” 66. “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. that’s cute.” 67. “For the love of fuck.”             “Yep, that’s me. I love to fuck.” 68. “How do i look?” 69. “Would you reconsider if i was sober?” 70. “I’m sure i can get some kind of sexual gratification just from staring at him if i try hard enough.” 71. “Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.” 72. “You don’t need to cover up the bruises/hickeys.” 73. “I’m not sure if its a sexual thing or not.” 74. “We’re…..just friends.” 75. “Friends don’t do this kind of shit!” 76. “How quickly can you cum?” 77. “There’s people here.”              “I know.” 78.“I don’t care what you do just fuck me.” 79. “Fuck you.”              “I’m up for it if you are.” 80. “Don’t ruin the sofa.”              “I'll just have to cum inside you then.” 81. “Stop dancing like that or i’m going to cum in my pants.” 82. “I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.” 83. “You cant tease me like that and expect not to be punished.” 84. “I’m gonna strangle you.”              “Is that a promise?” 85. “You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?” 86. “Stop distracting me.” 87. “Were you touching yourself?” 88. “I know they’re just stuffed animals but doesn’t it feel weird? its like they’re watching us.” 89. “That’s probably the fastest i’ve ever done that.” 90. “Please, remind me again why we’re having sex behind a tree?” 91. “I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.” 92. “We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!” 93. “It was so worth the injury though!” 94. “Saddle up doll.” 95. “Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘Cause if you did we’re having sex. Right now.” 96. “Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.” 97. “God damn it, now all i can think about right now is you licking my cock like its that ice cream cone.” 98.“If i have to pull over, you wont be able to walk for the next week.” 99. “Do you think they can hear us through the tent?”                 “Yes we can.” 100. “What are you doing in my bed?!”

[ahtohallan-calling]

chapter 14 of it’s always ourselves we find is here!

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[kristanna / m / modern au / coworkers & enemies to lovers ;) ]

Faced with the prospect of an entire afternoon devoid entirely of anything work-related, Anna made the only sensible decision there was: the moment they had everything packed up and the room was cleared, she laid a hand on Kristoff’s arm and said, “Race you to the room and the beach again?”

This time, it took quite a while longer to get into their swimsuits, especially when Anna insisted on unbuttoning all of her hard work from that morning and letting her hands linger just under the freed hem of Kristoff’s undershirt, her heart suddenly speeding up a lot more than she had expected.

“Not rushing things, right?” Kristoff asked, his voice strained as she raised her eyes to meet his.

“No,” she said, knowing she sounded like a petulant child. “But it’s hard when you’re just standing there looking like that and looking at me.”

“You’re telling me,” he muttered, setting his own hands on her hips and tugging gently forward until he could capture her lips in a searing kiss.

By the time they broke apart, they were both wild-eyed and wanting. “Definitely,” Anna said, panting slightly, “definitely not rushing. But like, just saying, I want to.”

“Jesus,” he replied, tracing the edge of her swollen bottom lip with his thumb, “you’re making me wish we got started on this a long time ago.”

Somehow, eventually they’d made it down to the beach again, though this time they’d remembered a blanket and sunscreen and, upon Anna’s insistence, the Ziploc bag Kristoff had packed his shampoo in. 

“Remind me again why I’ve got this?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he set a shoe on top of the bag to hold it in place on the sand as Anna slid the same borrowed button-up she’d worn the day before from her shoulders.

“For shells. Duh.”

“For shells?”

“Uh-huh,” she said, throwing her arms around his neck and raising up on her toes to kiss his cheek. “Don’t think you’re escaping a long walk on the beach at sunset. We need shells to commemorate the moment.”

He blushed. “Anna, there’s people out here.”

She pulled back from him, hoping the hurt didn’t show on her face. “Do you...not want people to know?”

“No! I mean-- yes, but-- shit, I’m bad at this. I-- I just don’t want it to be a big deal, that’s all. And anyway, I think we’re supposed to tell HR if we’re in a relationship.”

She tilted her head to the side. “Are we in a relationship?”

He was blushing now. She wished he’d already taken off his shirt so she could watch the flush spread down to his chest. “I-- well-- I’d like to be, but I know we said no rushing, so if you want to wait that’s fine, it’s just--”

“Okay,” she said cheerily, cutting him off, “then you’re my boyfriend. Easy peasy.”

“I-- wait, really?”

She rolled her eyes. “We wasted enough time sitting around being pathetic already. I like you, you like me, I know what you’re like when you’re mad, you know what I’m like when I’m grouchy.”

“You’re never grouchy.”

“What? I’m always grouchy in the mornings.”

“You just smile a little less. That doesn’t count.”

“Who made you the master of all grumpiness?”

“You, actually. You literally called me that last week.”

Her lips curled up into a smile. “Fuck off.”

“Nope. You’re stuck with me now.”

“Ah, shit,” she said affectionately. 

---

“You know what I just realized?” Anna asked as they trudged slowly back up the beach, one hand in his and the other holding on to a now-full bag of shells she’d deemed worthy of being associated forever with this day.

“What?” he asked, looking away from the riotously fuschia sunset to meet her thoughtful gaze.

“I never reapplied sunscreen. I’m going to look like a lobster.”

“Ah, Jesus, me too.”

“Tragic. Guess I’ll just have to rub you down with aloe tonight.”

“Do you even have any?”

“Nope, but I have a boyfriend with a truck, and there’s a Walgreens up the street.”

“And here I thought you liked me for my charm and poise and...what did you say earlier? ‘Rugged handsomeness’?”

“God, I hate you,” she said with a happy sigh, leaning her head against his shoulder. 

He squeezed her hand. “You, too.”

Once they were back in the room, he let her shower first, content to sit on the edge of the bed and listen to her singing off-key, some Disney song from a movie he vaguely remembered taking his little sister to see years ago. 

When she emerged, wearing his sweatshirt again and still towel-drying her hair, he reached for her, but she danced away from him with a laugh. “Nope,” she said cheerfully, “not ‘til you don’t smell like seaweed anymore.”

“I only smell like that because I let you shower first.”

She pondered that for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh. “One kiss. That’s it.”

He rose slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, and walked towards her, not stopping even when she had to take a step back to avoid him crashing into her, continuing his pursuit until her back was against the wall and she had to crane her neck to keep looking at him. Only then did he lift his hands to settle over the swell of her hips and lower his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply until she sighed and stood on tiptoe, pressing herself flush against him and tangling her hands in his hair.

When he pulled away, she looked dizzy. “Jeeeee-sus, Kristoff.”

He shrugged, pretending he didn’t feel equally stunned. “You told me one kiss. Figured I’d make the most of it.”

When he strolled casually away towards the bathroom, he could have sworn he heard her mutter to herself, “No rushing.”

---

Kristoff let out a long sigh as she squirted a generous amount of aloe vera gel onto his sunburned back. “Fuck, I needed that.”

Anna giggled and shifted so she was sitting cross-legged behind him on the bed. “I think you got burnt worse than me. Probably because I was standing in your shadow all day. Kinda nice to have my own personal shade tree now.”

“Shut the fuck-- ahh, Jesus,” he groaned as she began to carefully spread the green goo over his back. 

“What was that you were saying?” she said sweetly. “That you’re so grateful to have me around to do this that you’ll never steal my Post-Its again?”

“I’ll buy you all the Post-Its you want, Anna.”

She smirked as she swept her hands slowly down to his lower back, feeling goosebumps prickle his skin underneath her careful touch. “I’m gonna hold you to that. Hang on, let me do your front now.”

She got up and moved to stand between his spread knees, humming some song she’d heard on the radio in the hopes that she’d come across as carefree and disinterested as she applied more of the aloe vera to his broad chest. That was one of the very few perks of being sunburned, she supposed: that he couldn’t tell how much she was blushing.

“There,” she said, her voice just a little bit too high, “you’re all done.”

Before she could say more, he set his hands on the back of her legs, bare except for her pajama shorts. She shivered as his thumbs began sweeping slowly up and down. “Do you want me to do you next?”

An involuntary gasp escaped her as she finally met his eyes; they were sparkling with mischief. “You’re awful, Kris,” she said sternly. 

“Sorry,” he said, in a voice that made it clear he wasn’t sorry at all. “But I really will do your back if you want.”

“It’s not my back that got burned, it’s my face and my…”

God, she had to be blushing hard enough now that he could see it through the burn. “My...upper half. On the front.”

“...oh.”

“Yeah. So, um...maybe I’ll just...do that bit myself. In the bathroom. Where you’re not looking at me like that and touching my legs and being all...being all...yeah. You know.”

He slid his hands higher up on the back of her legs, his fingers edging dangerously close to the hem of her shorts. “Do you not like it when I touch you here?”

“That’s not the problem, and you know it,” she said as sternly as she could, sliding her hands into his hair.

“Do I, though? You might have to spell it out for me.”

“I think I preferred fighting with you,” she grumbled, leaning down to kiss him, his mouth falling open with a sigh when her nails scratched lightly against his scalp.

Later that night, as they laid facing each other across the bed, Anna reflected on the unfairness of it all, how the reason Kristoff was lying shirtless beside her was the same reason she couldn’t reach out and touch him.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, his voice low, handing her the golden opportunity for revenge after he’d teased her earlier that evening.

“Just wondering about something,” she said airily.

“About what?”

“About your dream the other night, the one about us. And if it was a good one.”

He was silent for a moment, then he shook his head and said, “Well, guess you’re driving us home tomorrow.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I’m not going to be able to sleep at all now.”

She reached across the sheets, holding her hand out to him, and through the darkness, she watched him smile and take it.

“Me either,” she admitted.

Neither of them spoke for a long moment, and then at last Kristoff said softly, “I know we’re teasing each other a lot, but I...I really don’t want you to think that just because I-- because that happened, that I-- well-- I’ll wait if you want. Or not wait if you don’t want, just--”

Anna squeezed his hand, and immediately he stopped talking. “Kris?”

“Uh-huh?”

“I really like you.”

“...I really like you, too.”

She shuffled a little closer to him, wishing she could curl up beside him and lay her head on his chest again. “And that’s the important thing, really, so don’t worry about the rest. It’ll happen when it happens, yeah? All of it, I mean, not just the sex...stuff.”

He let out a heavy sigh. “I just...I worry about things.”

She opened her mouth to tease him before thinking better of it; she had a feeling that this one might be his sore spot. Instead she considered her words carefully for a moment-- a new sensation for her, one that’d take some getting used to-- before saying, “I know. And that means you care, and that’s-- that’s a good thing. And I like that about you.”

He shifted closer to her and lifted her hand, settling it over his heart, the same way they’d slept together two nights before. Anna raised an eyebrow and asked, “Doesn’t that hurt?”

“Yeah. But I don’t really care.”

---

He found himself immensely grateful the next morning that he’d insisted Anna keep the sweatshirt he’d loaned her, not only because of how it made his chest warm to see the way it hung down over her denim shorts as he helped her into his truck but also because of the look one of her friends shot him across the parking lot.

He gave the woman a grin and a shrug in reply, more interaction than they’d had in-- well, probably ever. Her eyebrows flew up before she returned the grin, accompanied by a thumbs up.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad, he realized, if people knew; there was something sort of nice about it, that whatever this was between them-- a relationship, he was a fucking boyfriend now, who would’ve believed it-- wasn’t a weird secret to keep hidden but something to be proud of. 

“I think your friend over there has caught on to us,” he told Anna as he climbed up to sit beside her in the cab of the truck.

She glanced up from her phone and out the window. “Who, Liss? Yeah, I texted her and Jessica about us kissing, like, the second you went in the bathroom.”

“You did what?”

She looked over at him, worried. “Is that not okay? Sorry, I just-- I was just really excited about it, and they already knew I had a crush on you, so I...I just wanted to tell them.”

“I...you did? You wanted them to know?”

“Well...yeah,” she said, clearly confused. “I kissed a cute boy. I wanted to brag about it.”

“Oh,” he said as he began to pull out of the parking lot, dumbfounded by the thought that Anna would be proud of kissing him instead of the other way around.

“So it’s okay?” she asked nervously. “That I told them?”

He reached out and set his hand over hers where it rested on the bench between them. “Yeah. It just surprised me that you’d want to, I guess.”

“You’re crazy, you know that?” she asked affectionately. “Can we roll the windows down again?”

“Only if you promise not to blame me when it ruins your hair.”

“It’s in a bun today, so it won’t.”

“Oh. I guess I have a lot to learn about how these things work.”

“What, women’s hair?”

“Uh-huh,” he said, having to shout a little over the wind as they pulled onto the interstate, both windows rolled all the way down. “And being a boyfriend and all of that. Been a long time since I had to do any of this.”

Anna grinned at that. “Well, I’d say you’re doing pretty good so far.”

[katreal-fic]

Day 6 — for #fictober 10/07/19

Prompt: “Yes, I’m aware. Your point?”

Fandom: Homestuck

Warnings: Cursing, 2nd Person POV, Earth C world building

Part of a series. Please start from the beginning!

Characters: Dirk Strider & Roxy Lalonde

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It’s almost a twelve hour flight from Hearthstone to New City. The consort Kingdom was smack-dab in the middle of the largest ocean on the planet, the proverbial Australia-sized New Zealand of this new world if you remembered your Old World geography right, so nearly every single landmass was at least 10 hours away by plane. You fly faster than a plane, of course, but even once you hit land you have to cross a whole ’nother continent to reach Roxy’s lil developed patch of coast.

Not exactly a hop, skip, and a jump, but the remote location was half the reason you settled out here.

The other half was Jake English, but that was a handful of awkward slimy wriggling worms you’d much rather just casually toss overboard to turn into home-made chum. The fish would probably appreciate it.

Dirk > Jump Off the Shark

The original plan was to head out at four in the morning and be there by 7pm to crash whatever dinner plans Rox had going. But by the time you cleaned up your workshop--you have to keep things tidy. After all, you never know when you’ll have guests dropping in--and sent out your emails about any projects that were expecting activity in the next few days, you found yourself sitting on the edge of your roof, leg bouncing with nervous energy, looking off into the distance towards the dusk end of the sunset cascading over the--mostly--dark coastline.

You won’t be able to sleep tonight. You already know that. You hardly sleep as it is, except when you feel the weight of years you’ve never lived dragging down on you, long days and longer nights and crying babies and howling laughter winding their way into your dreams to the point where you find yourself taking random catnaps at uncertain intervals because it’s a moment of goddamn silence.

It isn’t one of those days right now though, thankfully, but on the flipside, it means you’re in for a stupidly long night.

If you bother to wait. There’s nothing saying you have to. All you told Roxy was you’d be there tomorrow.

You could leave now.

A sick set of orange and black headphones hang around your neck as you lock up behind you, killing the lights except for the courtesy red ones around the outer edges of the complex and the antennae. Your workshop isn’t on any publicly used maps, at least not the way Jake’s estate was, but most shipping lanes at least know to avoid this particular section of the coast.

You really hate that Hearthstone popped up so close to the structure. The consorts don’t bother, but sometimes troll merchants just had to shirk the commonly used ones. As if they weren’t designed to be the most efficient ones. Idiots. Always needing to go around the system. Believing they knew better than those who designed them.

Whatever. You slide your headphones over your ears, letting the laws of physics slide off you like they don’t even exist, your godly accouterments shimmering into existence over your usual black hoodie and slacks. You hate the tights, and the pants, but nothing else quite stands up to the quality of high-altitude insulation brought about by magic PJs. A thought, and you’re pulling up Booble Maps on your shades, relegating it to a small window in the upper right corner, mostly just to get your bearings. It won’t be very useful until you hit the continent, but it at least points you in the right direction.

Another thought and your headphones fill with some sweet tunes, blocking out the roaring of the wind and your own shitty thoughts as your stupid forked half-cape flaps behind you. You pull the hood up and over your head, protecting your ‘do from the wind the best you can.

You have a long flight ahead of you.

The ocean lasts forever, giving way to cliffs and mountains along the western edge of the great land of--you actually aren’t sure if they picked a name for the whole continent yet. The kingdoms don’t cover the whole giant slab of environments that makes up this particular piece of the world. You remember Dave joking about just calling it the New Land to go with New City and New Prospit and New Derse and New Skaia and The Farms and Village-by-Dong-Mountain--you get the feeling the Chess folk as a whole just like straightforward names.

You’re pretty sure everyone in that memo veto’d his suggestion immediately. You hadn’t really cared so you’d just peaced out and muted it before ever learning the resolution.

Booble maps should have it, but again, the Carapace didn’t much care to keep their records up to date. Just like the consorts. It drives you mad to think about not being able to acquire basic information due to someone else’s negligence.

You turn up the volume to lose yourself and just keep flying as the sky begins to turn pink in the east.

It’s a much more respectable hour of After Dawn by the time you touch down on the roof of a high-rise building you think belongs to Roxy and Calliope. You think, you aren’t entirely sure. It’s been forever since you’ve been out this way. Not since y’all got together and built the internet and Roxy came up with the greatest search engine name of all time.

The most recent address you found matches what you can tell of your general location, and the view over the bay--despite it being noticeably morning and not after dark--matches the picture you’d been sent in the email. So you shoot her a quick, ‘I’m here.’

Standing there in your godly PJs, slightly light headed from a 12 hr+ flight being completed in one shot. You slide your headphones off your ears to let them hang around your neck, your ears buzzing with the distant sounds of a city waking up, free at last from the mad shuffling skills your playlist had to go through in order to get you this far. Blinking in the pre-noon light, not even slightly bothered by the cool morning air or the autumn sun beginning it’s still toothless beat down on your skin. You’re a god. Radiation can fuckin’ suck it.

The door to the roof slams open. Roxy’s there in a blur of pink and white. She’s taller than you remember--almost as tall as you are now. Older than you remember--it’s been at least a year, maybe two. But she still squeals and throws herself at you, wrapping her bare arms around your  maroon covered shoulders. Her hands dig into the loose fabric of your cape. Her weight hits you, you rock back and shift to absorb it.

“Oh my gawd, you’re so early!”

“Yes, I’m aware.” You’ve hesitated for too long. A kid who barely learned how to interact with people before you fucked off into your own isolationist bubble. It takes you an embarrassingly long time to hug her back, “Your point? I did say tomorrow. Tomorrow is now today.”

“Smart alec! I told you to warn me, dummy!” Her weight lightens as she sheds her own hold on physics, and hovers to gain back the extra inch you have on her. Her hands come up and push back your hood with it’s attached tiara, freeing your surprisingly sweat soaked hair from its prison. Apparently even magic jammies had their limitations and you might have pushed it just a little bit

She leaves a big wet smooch on your right cheek, underneath your shades. Your eye twitches, but you sigh as she rocks back, disentangling the two of you and standing back with her hands on her hips. “That’s for makin’ me come up here at the ungodly hour of 9 am on a Sunday. I’ll be gracious and not punish you for also taking two years to get your cute little pantaloon’d butt out here to see me.”

“My bad,” You mumble, chastised. For a moment you see through her. A tall imposing lady, white dress and black lipstick. One of the few who could stop you, but too far away to realize that maybe she should. But you blink and it’s gone and she’s smiling at you. You let your princely get-up slide away into wherever the fuck it goes, leaving you standing in a much more reasonable--and tights-less--hoodie and slacks, “Time got away from me.”

“No duh it did. C’mon, let’s get inside and tell the peeps the good news. ARq owes me and ‘peta some ice-cream. He thought you’d chicken out.”

Of course he did. But you let her latch onto your arm and lead you inside.

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Aziraphale appreciation post

Like, Aziraphale is the definition of The Company Man. But... like... just only slightly canted to the side.

He shows up and does an ostensibly okay job but he only ever gets there exactly on time, and you know that bitch is outta there at 5 on the nose (earlier if he can swing it) and GOD HELP YOU, MIRANDA if you step on his lunch break again he gets a FULL HOUR. He sits and reads on his breaks and has approximately zero work friends, talks to nobody about anything but work, and is perfectly friendly but every once in a while you hear him sigh in a staff meeting in that way that communicates that he’d burn the place to the ground and dance on the ashes if only he could guarantee his 401k would roll over. He’s gotten in trouble a couple of times for trying to update the computers or talk to HR about more flexibility with parental leave policies, so he just doesn’t try anymore. He uses all his vacation time but never more than he’s accrued, all his sick days are used like clockwork every quarter. He did something to piss someone off at some point, so he’ll never be promoted, but he won’t get fired either. He just shows up, does what’s expected, and leaves. But on Fridays…

On Fridays, he picks up all his stuff at lunch and it’s a coin-flip whether he’ll come back or “work from home” and it usually has to do with whether he’s getting picked up by that giant, beautiful, vintage car that tends to tear up to the curb and park in the fire lane. It’s driven by some lunatic whose self-awareness about how cool he looks leaning against the car is practically palpable until Aziraphale shows up and he relaxes into actually looking cool. That’s the only time anyone in the building ever (ever) sees Aziraphele smile like that. Like, everyone kinda figures he has an absolutely insane private life - who shows up hung over on Wednesdays that often?? - but nobody really knows for sure. The tosser w/ the shades and the occasional cutting, whip-smart, under-his-breath remark are the only clues anyone has as to what he gets up to in his “real” life. But he’s a company man and tows the line 9-5(ish) M-F so nobody’s up his ass about it.

Well, until he finds out about the merger. The merger everyone’s been talking about, but apparently he wasn’t aware of because he doesn’t talk to anyone at the office. Nobody’s really sure how he found out, but he comes in with a purpose that Monday morning and walks direct to the VP’s office to give him a piece of his mind (because really who needs to build another skyscraper when there are plenty just hanging around, and you know what that’ll do to the neighborhood, and it’s one of the only reasonably affordable school districts near downtown as it is, and really now aren’t we using some rather flexible logic to skirt those anti-trust laws with this?) Of course he gets shut down completely, and leaves the reaming everyone can hear from down the hall like he’s just popped back from the vending machine. Heads straight to maintenance, as polite as usual, and asks for a box, then heads back to his desk. Because he’s spent years absolutely not caring about this job, and he’s just been explicitly told how little The Job cares about him. He’s purposeful and possibly more pleasant than anyone’s ever seen him as he cleans out his desk to a chorus entitled “Variations of what do you think you’re doing” byThe Managers, gives a baby spider plant to Miranda (because, heavens, I’d give you the Mama but god knows Crowley gave it to me and he’d be even more furious than he is now if I came home without it, he’s really very upset. His community garden’s over there, you know.) and simply walks down to HR to hand in his badge and an itemized list of all his passwords and access codes.

And that’s when everyone finds out exactly how good at math Aziraphale from accounting was. How very precise his record keeping was. And how learning all the rules so you can bend them is VERY handy when you need to turn around and use them to Fucking ANNIHILATE your enemies. (They’d also find out exactly how good a lawyer you have to be for a company like the one they’re merging with to keep you on staff when you insist on wearing sunglasses in client meetings and refuse to wear a tie).

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Rule: answer the questions and tag 20 to get to know them better!

Tagged by @thehalfdesertedstreets -- thank you!! 

Nickname: I still don’t really have one, because I don’t like the only ones my name breaks down to. Someone once asked if they could call me Ola and it’s a terrible nickname but I kinda wished they had, because it’s funny and also, like, would be nice? to have a nickname?

Gender: Female. Like. Probably? I’m like 85% sure.

Star sign: Cancer with a capricorn moon

Height: 5′7

Time: 12:09am

Birthday: July 15

Favourite bands: Bastille, Delta Rae, Florence and the Machine, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco, Of Monsters And Men

Favourite solo artists: Halsey, Marina and the Diamonds

Song stuck in my head: Sex, Death, & Landscapes by Tom Rosenthal

Last movie watched: ...I don’t actually remember. I think it was The Last Jedi but my dad made me watch The Shawshank Redemption with him recently and I don’t remember if it was before or after the last time I saw TLJ. Idk.

Last show watched: Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency -- my mom and I are watching it.

When did I create this blog: February 2014. Coming up on my anniversary. Hahahahahahahahhahaha.

What do I post about: Oh, god. Cat pictures -- any animal pictures, really. Pretty pictures. Things that make me laugh. Interesting stuff. Fandoms, a lot, with zero consistency; right now a lot of Check Please! and Star Wars and It and idk. As little politics as possible because jesus christ i do Not have the energy.

Last thing I googled: first aid kit fireworks (song)

Do you get asks: soooooooooometimes?

Why did you choose your URL: because i was super into stranger things and this one was available, and it’s also a joke that only people who know me offline will get.

Following blogs: 597 (oh my god i nEED A PURGE OF INACTIVE/NON MUTUALS/ETC)

Favorite colors: Pink, purple, certain shades of blue and green and like idk i love tons of colours tbh

Average hours of sleep: uhhhhhhh idk when i’m at school it’s usually like.... 6-7 hours (unless it’s last week and i’d fucked up my sleep schedule and i kept pulling out my kobo and reading entire novel-length fics until 2am and then waking up at 7 after waking up several times in the night. this was. a very bad week for many reasons) and when i’m at home it’s like. 7-9 hrs probably

Lucky numbers: 14 i think

Instruments: I can sing and I have a ukulele (i can play 4 chords with consistency) and a guitar that I can’t play but I hope to pick up someday

What I’m wearing: bright pink jeans, fuzzy socks, a star wars shirt and hat, a super long cardigan thing

How many blankets do I sleep with: at home: a duvet and however many extra blankets i need (right now it’s one) at school: a sheet, an unfolded sleeping bag, and another blanket (we don’t really. have working heat. most of the time)

Dream job: novelist who actually has ideas and can execute them. hey i can dream right

Dream trip: i just wanna go everywhere in europe. or iceland. like i just wanna See Cool Stuff and avoid places that are super hot

Favourite food: butter chicken, certain types of fries with vinegar and no ketchup,

Nationality: Canadian

Favourite song right now: probably yet again Sex, Death, & Landscapes by Tom Rosenthal (gosh dang it my classmates are always singing covers of super cool songs and making me get obSESSED WITH THEM)

tagging anyone who wants to because i have too much to do tomorrow and i should be in bed right now

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The ‘getting to know people’ game, tagged by @hatakefran!! (you’re the one who drew me that awesome saku-in-the-shirt-pic!)

Name: my pen name is DeGlace, it means “of ice” in French. Why? Because 11 years ago I thought it sounded cool and mysterious (I’m actually a native French speaker, parlez-moi en francais ok mais je vous signale que j’m’efforce pas avec les accents sur mon clavier anglais à la con et je n’arrive tjrs pas a trouver le c cedille)

Ilvermorny House: wat?

Favourite Colour: various shades of blue

Favourite Animal: a mystical-looking white stag moving soundlessly through a foggy pine forest. and there has to be dripping moss hanging from the boughs of the trees, and a wood flute playing in the bg. also puppies :333333

Time Right Now: 9:45 pm and I’m disoriented cuz I crashed on the couch for a nap after work and just woke up and everything is confusingÉÉ*

*note à mes collègues francophones, merci de noter que j’ai trouvé les accents

Average Hours of Sleep: 7ish?? I am Elderly and have uncool sleeping hours

Cat or Dog Person: I love both these creatures; how dare you make me choose

Favourite Fictional Characters: 

Professor Snape when he was still an asshole, get away from me with that loving redeeming stare-into-harrys-eyes shit ew; 

Sakura before she was nerfed into bandana’d housewifery, like circa the Sasori fight which wow like girl crush to the max omfg; 

Elizabeth Bennet in Kiera Knightley form, like are you trying to fuck my shit up those fine eyes;

Also that version of Mr Darcy *empty-air handsqueeze* you all know the scene I mean

Number of Blankets I Sleep With: in winter in my balls-cold country, a sheet, a flannel between sheet thingy, and a thick-ass comforter, then I wake up all sweaty and aggressively throw it all off, then I freeze, then I try just sticking a leg out then I start wondering when a monster will touch my toes, which are now cold, so I stick ‘em in my husband’s warm crotch. He objects to this behaviour, then he tries to do the same to me and I scream because I HATE FEET, THEY’RE UGLY AND WEIRD AND ALWAYS SEEM MOIST

Favourite Singer/Band: no favourites, man, I love all today’s random catchy hot pop, give me shit that makes me dance in the car while I drive my 2 hrs every day, I freely listen to the biebs and taylor and everything else like the tasteless dweeb I am; my current jam is “Closer” by the chainfires or the chainsmokers or w/e and I will never not turn it up, ALSO STARBOY

Dream Trip: I AM AN AVID SCUBA DIVER AND IF ANYONE WANTS TO FUND ME GOING ON A DIVE TRIP (HUSBAND OPTIONAL) TO THE GREAT BARRIER REEF PLS CONTACT ME I CAN WRITE YOU A FANFIC; if you operate a liveaboard contact me x1000000 I am a great dive buddy I almost always share air when you’re running low unless there’s a turtle or a nudibranch or a spanish dancer to look at then you’re on your own pal ‘cuz I got things to observe, go suck on an urchin

Dream Job: THE ONE WHERE I GET PAID TO WRITE FANFIC AND TAKE LOTS OF NAPS!!! Stop asking such great questions I’m getting really excited

When was this Blog Created: um I don’t know how to check but last year I think

When did your blog reach its peak? we are still ascending my friends, me and my 12 followers are gonna take this site by storm

What made you decide to get tumblr? @krispytin left me this anon review on UC @ FFnet with a link to fanart she’d made, here, and of course FFnet garbled up the url so I was like “WAHT HOW DO I SEE IT” then I came here and I couldn’t figure out how to contact her (tumblr is like, not intuitive to me at all) and I finally anon’d her some allcaps shit and then she could only answer back via blog posts because she didn’t have a FFnet acct to PM and I was like ok I’m joining this dumb site with its dumb unlabelled buttons so I can properly talk to this person and the rest is history and these painful run-on sentences, you may now take a breath

I tag umm *starts pressing @ and clicks all the dropdowns*: @beyondthemoor @enecola @lisaflowers @fineillsignup @ladyofsnark @renaerys @darth-sakura @frostmarris @krispytin @kunoichi-ume @siartha

(Note, full list of questions here, I deleted a few I didn’t want to answer)

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Question tag

We were tagged by: @koneko14

Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better.

Admin Kenvy

Nickname: Jun. THE ADMINS CALL ME THAT ESP ADMIN CIARA (hiiii btch) Starsign: WHAT IS A STARSIGN?! OH IT’S THE ZODIAC LOL STUPID. I’m an Aquarius yeah man~ Height: i SRSLY dunno

Time right now: 9:56 pm Last thing googled: “WHAT IS A STARSIGN?” Favorite music artists: SEVENTEEN, YG ARTISTS, SPECIFICALLY 2NE1 AND WINNER. UP DHARMA DOWN, I CAN’T REMEMBER EVRY1 KALOKA Song stuck in your head: Smile Flower/Laughter - SEVENTEEN Last movie watched: UZUMAKI Last TV show watched: Weekly Idol Bigbang’s ep What are you wearing right now: An oversized grey t-shirt and a red pajama shorts lol When did you create your blog: I’M NOT REALLY SURE IF IT’S AUGUST OR JULY BUT I’M PRETTY SURE IT’S ON THE 11TH OR 12TH oh wait lol JUST BETWEEN THE TWO I FORGOOOT t_T What kind of stuff do you post: SEVENTEEN SCENARIOSSS, seventeen related stuffs~ Do you have any other blogs: Is my personal acc counted?? Do you get asks regularly: I think not regularly, but when we’re active Why did you choose your URL: bcs the blog is sebuntease. HAHAHAHA Gender: Female Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw (I ASKED THEM ABT THIS AND THEY SAID THIS LOL) Pokemon team: idk sht abt this im sorrrry Favourite colour: BLACK WHITE BLUE & RED (ppalgae~~) Average hours of sleep: 5-6??

Lucky number: 10 (YASSS) Favorite character(s): Wang So (Lee Joon Gi)  How many blankets do you sleep with: 1. IT’S SO HOT IN HERE IN THE PHIL GUYS. Dream job: Singer/Anything related to Psychology Following: i follow 275 peeeople

Admin Kate

Nickname: (i don’t really have one lol cuz my name is literally just kate and then my surname ;_;) Starsign: capricorn. Height: smol.

Time right now: 11:20am Last thing googled: mingyu smut (yes i search for smut everywhere.) Favorite music artists: SO MANY OH MY GOD UHM OKAY, SEVENTEEN, BTS, THE 1975, ATL TPR, HYUNA, DEAN, JUST SO MANY MORE LIKE ITS CRAZY. Song stuck in your head: Mama by BTS (hoseok’s solo asfhasg) Last movie watched: The smurfs. Last TV show watched: hwarang.

What are you wearing right now: a grey shirt that admin erika gave me on christmas (my fav) and denim shorts. When did you create your blog: August 11 or 12 IDFK IM SORRY IM SUCH A TERRIBLE PERSON. What kind of stuff do you post: we are a seventeen blog dedicated to write works of fiction about the boys. Do you have any other blogs: other than my personal, nah. Do you get asks regularly: YES?? AND IM WE’RE SO SORRY FOR NOT ANSWERING SKJDFLJFSDG Why did you choose your URL: idk?? Gender: Female Hogwarts house: Slytherin. *smirks* Pokemon team: iDKKK Favourite colour: my favorite color is mint green, and just saying but my favorite shade is black. Average hours of sleep: REALLY RANDOM IT DEPENDS AND I DONT REALLY COUNT IT M SORRY KJSDFJLDG

Lucky number: I REMEMBER IT WAS 7 OR 8, i was always told it was either one of these two idk why.  Favorite character(s): ANIME? DRAMAS? CARTOONS? WHICH ONE? THERE ARE SO MANY THAT FUCK I MIGHT JUST FILL THIS WHOLE THING UP. How many blankets do you sleep with: 1. I SWEAT LIKE A PIG. Dream job: Anything doing performing arts, but i’d love to just dance. or sing, i just love it so much kasjdhjdfa but honestly, a really stable job is what i need aagh  Following: 1,082 people wow, thats alot. 

Admin Erika

Nickname: I HAVE THREE NAMES (incl erika) AND MY NICKNAME IS BASICALLY THE ACRONYM OF MY NAMES + SURNAME Starsign: Aries Height: THAT,, IS A REALLY PERSONAL QUESTION AND A REALLY DELICATE SUBJECT I REFUSE TO ANSWER i don’t even know the exact measurement but i guess u could say im smol smolest in fact compared to the other admins jkaSdhjkhfe (but if u see admin ciara she looks smoler (our height’s just have a teeny tiny lil difference) and really fluffy and adorable but u didn’t hear that from me shh)

Time right now: 2:07 am

Last thing googled: hair color trends (admin kate and i were looking for hair colors that might suit her)

Favorite music artists: THERE’S A LOT okay, SEVENTEEN, DEAN, SF9, HEIZE, FT ISLAND, ONE OK ROCK, SCANDAL (it’s an all-girl jrock band, not what you think it is lol), ROOKIEZ IS PUNK’D, LING TOSITE SIGURE, ALL TIME LOW, SLEEPING WITH SIRENS, PARAMORE, THE NEIGHBORHOOD, THE 1975 i think there’s more but these artists are whom i really like Song stuck in your head: Pour up (DEAN x ZICO YEAH MAN) Last movie watched: Psycho Pass: The Movie ( I HIGHLY RECOMMEND WATCHING IT AND THE ANIME SERIES. BOY, MY MIND WAS FUCKED EVERY FUCKING EPISODE THE PLOT TWISTS, THE CHARACTERS, THE DIALOGUE, THE STORYLINE, EVERYTHING OH AND ALSO THE DEEPNESS IT JUST MAKES U THINK ABOUT LIFE like i donteven think about it enough ugh IM CRAZY FOR THIS ANIME Last TV show watched: can’t remember if it was Psycho Pass (WATCH IT FIRST BEFORE THE MOVIE) or Gravity Falls (binge-watched it and spent hours watching and reading conspiracy theories lol) What are you wearing right now: An Ottawa Senators sweatshirt ( Candian ice hockey team) and shorts When did you create your blog: i.. don’t remember SORRY HAHAH What kind of stuff do you post: i like writing imagines, angst, fluff anything just not smut i can’t really write that sht lol Do you have any other blogs: just my personal one Do you get asks regularly: in this blog, yeah,, i guess?? I LOVE Y’ALL SORRY FOR NOT ANSWERING REGULARLY I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY AND I GET ALL SHY SKDAKJD Why did you choose your URL: Admin Kenvy thought of it so idrk? haha Gender: Female Hogwarts house: not really fan of the series IM SORRY i had like two book cover versions, both completed given to me (they all got lost idk where they went sorry hp fans y’all prolly wanted to kill me) and for some reason i couldnt really get into it IDK BUT IT’S NOT LIKE I DON’T LIKE READING I LIKE BOOKS YES I LOVE READING Pokemon team: didn’t play pokemon go (the idea of opening the gps on my phone gives me the creeps it just really bothers me so much) but IM A BIG FAN OF THE OLDER VERSIONS I STILL PLAY IT WHEN I HAVE TIME USING AN EMULATOR ON MY PHONE Favourite colour: black, gray, blue, Average hours of sleep: 3-6 hrs i have a messed up sleep sched there are times i sleep 15+ hrs and there are times i don't sleep at all lol

Lucky number: idk heh Favorite character(s): THERE’S A LOT IT’S HARD TO NAME THEM ALL I WATCH ANIME KDRAMAS MOVIES READ BOOKS MANGAS ASHGDD How many blankets do you sleep with: just one,, are there even ppl who sleep with more than one?? don’t you just choose a thICKER one if it’s really cold????? Dream job: i have nothing in particular, but just a stable one that i like doing and one that i can use my skills (if i even have those) on to help other ppl ESPECIALLY IF IT PAYS WELL LOL I NEED TO FEED MYSELF AND MY FAMILY AND BEING A FANGIRL IS EXPENSIVE ESP IF YOU’RE IN A MULTI-FANDOM Following: in my personal blog, i just follow Tumblr staff and what17says for translations of what seventeens says lol (im sorry i don’t really use tumblr often i mostly use fb and twt hehehhe)

Admin Ciara

Nickname: Pat, Pat-pat (just call me Ciara) Starsign: what da ef is with that starsign? Just simply put Zodiac. anyways it’s Sagguittarius Height: It’s 5″1 i know it is not much but for me it is good enough. And people don’t believe me that my height is 5″1( MOSTLY MY FRIENDS THEY SAY THAT I’M JUST 4′11). IT’S 5″1 BISHES (IF U EVER READ THIS) I may be smol but i will fite you if you hurt my friends and fam

Time right now: 2:26 pm Last thing googled: Default. (LOL we, admins were together when we searched for that freakin default) The default in Basketball Favorite music artist: IN KPOP; SEVENTEEN, BLOCK B, EXO, GOT7, ASTRO, CNBLUE, IOI, RED VELVET, SF9, KNK, KARD NCT U,127,AND DREAM AND SO MUCH MORE. I could name artists from a-z, 1-9(names with 1 to 9 like; high4, sf9) OUTSIDE OF KPOP: Troye Sivan, Sam Smith, Krissy, The Weekend, Alessia Cara, Daya and more Song stuck in your head: Oh nana by KARD. That song is to die for lol. Whenever i play that song, people always ask for the artist’s name and the title Last movie watched: Uzumaki Live Action. I JUST WATCHED THIS WITH THE OTHER ADMINS AND IT WAS DISAPPOINTING AF. THE MANGA VERSION IS AND WILL ALWAYS BE BETTER. the movie was gore but not gore enough. I don’t recommend it to any of you. 

Last TV show watched: It’s Showtime. It’s a TV show here in the Philippines. What are you wearing right now: A black sleeveless shirt with three white stripes LOL. For the bottom, i’m wearing leggings with  that ripped effect but it is not .( People always get trolled whenever i wear this leggings, they’ll check it out- whether it’s ripped or not)

When did you create your blog: I think it was around September or October.  What kind of stuff do you post: I don’t post anything on my personal blog lol, But I re-blog with that acc. But with this blog, I post our replies to your fan mails. I might post a smut anytime now LOL Do you have any other blogs: Yup, aside from my personal blog, I have 2 more but I forgot the e-mil and the password LOL Do you get asks regularly: With this blog yes (just keep it coming hoes) Why did you choose your URL: It wasn’t me who chose that Gender: Female Hogwarts house: A potterhead right here. Whenever I play a quiz to know which hogwarts house I am, i always get Slythrerin. I even tried the one in facebook for the profile pic framing, i got Slytherin. Slytherin it is Pokemon team: I don’t play pokemon go. MY answer is same with Erika’s so just read her’s Favourite colour: Black, Purple, Violet, Lavender, White, Burgundy And some shades of blue Average hours of sleep: 10 (nap and sleep at night, combined) I can sleep for 20 hours non-stop. (for the Filipinos out there: Kahit tulog ako ng tulog hindi ako tumatangkad. Kaiyak bes)

Lucky number: idk Favorite character(s): Where? K-DRAMAS? MANGA? MOVIE? STORY? ANIME? There are lots and I don’t remember most of their names How many blankets do you sleep with: one, This should’ve been; How many pillows do you sleep with?; How many stuff toys do you sleep with? If those were the questions, my answers would be: 5 pillows and 10 stuff toys(no one’s too old for stuff toys) If you think otherwise, FITE ME. (i agree with Erika on this one.) Dream job: I’d like to have many jobs.But for now, I want to be a GEOLOGIST. You’d be able to go to diff places and i think it’s exciting. It’s also one of the most needed jobs in the country and the salary’s not too bad. Following: Most of the follower of this blog( about 300 of the followers, that’s not even half of the followers, i didn’t know we’d reach 1k) but lately I’ve been lazy so yeah.

We’re tagging: ALL OF OUR FOLLOWERS WE WANNA KNOW Y’ALL MORE~

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Being someones Bitch!  [14]

I entered the city around 9:30am and simply drive around for a while getting used to the one-ways and no-go's and the parking situation. Eventually I came across a decent hotel - a "Num 10 Hotel" and booked the room for 2 nights and went up to store my bags and work up enough courage to go through with the meet in a few hours time.

The instructions I had been given by MISTRESS had been delightfully specific and also very "seemingly" familiar to me - the familiarity being I had seen it in truly Pro DOMS quite a few times when they were playing with subs.

Hehe - when I think back now to just how nervous I was - and insecure about the meeting - I imagine people coming across me in everyday life during those days before the meeting - must of thought I was on drugs or had some serious nervous disorder. hehe - I know I was shacking uncontrollably the closer it got to the actual meeting.

[By the way - my comment about drugs doesn't mean im ignorant of them - people require pleasure - I do not judge how they go about it - so long as they don't hurt others - UNLESS told to do so *wink-wink*]

What's your most sensitive part of your anatomy? disregarding your genitalia? Your neck? - your ribs? - your feet? - your inner thighs? - you're bum? - your hair? The neck is a sensitive area isn't it? :} to be kissed there or have someone breath on it - there is no denying it gives shivers hehe :) And depending on how ticklish you're - the feet and ribs can be uncontrollable squirming or sighing seductively -a want for more.P Personally Mine is my abdomen :) *blushing* It only takes the brush of a jumper/fingers/nails/feather/tongue whatever - just a light brush and I SPASM! uncontrollably lol. I have literally NO CONTROLL over how my body reacts when another person touches my abdomen. Its like being electrocuted but without pain and being replaced with pleasure - hehe I spasm and squirm like my insides are full of octopus legs instead.       Seriously - its like I've all of a sudden lost control of my body - and my brain is just saying 2 things - it's laughing in a manic giddy way - and it's also saying,  'stop! - stop!' but in a kind completely im yours sort of way.     Doesn't matter who does it - what sex they're or anything - if another person strokes my abdomen or 'providence preserve me' kisses me there - I loose control of my body totally - I just spasm and squirm :) its fucking wonderful!!!

My abdomen is also were my nerves start - then my hands - my legs - bladder - my awareness of self - then my stair!

After five minutes of being in my room and throwing my bags on the bed - my nerves hit. I suddenly started to  walk funny - picking something up felt alien - and my poor tummy was in knots :(

Still I was here and by far the overwhelming feeling I had in my core - was - she's perfect - just get through the meet - if you don't then you're just going to regret it...... Soooo - after about 30/45mins of being in my room and walking too and fro - of placing clothes in some of the cupboards there and taking out my makeup heap! - heh I say heap because I'm addicted to makeup - I can NEVER have enough - I spend soo much on makeup - im sure I've put quite a few teenagers through university.

So I guess its instructions time :) -- weeeeeee Ima get to be a girl - hehehe - literally bouncing up and down right now - ive already started walking properly :) Clothes fly off like what they are - just a disguise for me - uninteresting - dull - shapeless - masculine - none round or curvy - not stitched well - shoddy no feeling fabrics - colours so bland they make me want to get into train spotting - sizes far too big - no thought or emotional passion put into their creation AT ALL. So they're just ripped off and scattered wherever they lay - I wont be wearing those pathetic things for at least 24 hrs... AT LAST - IM ME FOR A CHANGE!!

My nails look yummy - and not too t00t my own trumpet but so do my legs, bum, boobs :) - alls I need to do now - is remove my face and sculpt something my MISTRESS will respect for the effort... I've already decided ima guna go large and seductive with the eyes - they're going to be my MISTRESSES first glimpse at my soul - and I want them to be large and in charge! I'm talking deep dark and cloudy blue shades - with dark wet eyeliner -- my shades will scroll down to my cheekbones.... my eyes are guna be my weapons tonight. Joy of Joys I’m female and I can rejoice in being me! When I'm crying because she's hit the right spot and made me worship her - I want my cloudy dark/deep eyes to make her heart skip!! skip a beat - when I look at her like I'm completely at her mercy, hurting and in pain - but worshipping her - I WANT HER TO KNOW THAT I AM HERS - TOTALLY AND COMPELTELY!

Sigh!!! I already feel me - my legs are crossed - I have a table full of makeup in front of me - a decent mirror - and due to VERY good chocies on my part - my boobs are pert!!

If only all of life could feel sooo feminen - sooo - well sooo me!

This Girls gota date - and shes guna killit!! mmwwahh X