#I spelled chef wrong because I was sleepy

[sockpai]

Some more one piece doodles

[vanillaxoshi]

Elements Seperated - Human form not (really) needed

It’s nice, Gempa thinks, waking up to the warmth of your family, feeling their presence, knowing they’re all here. Safe and sound, but he needs to get up. Slowly not to wake his siblings, the earth spirit made his way out from under the blanket to welcome a new day. He glances at the clock on the table. It’s still early in the morning.

And it seems his older brother already got up too. Old habits die hard huh?

Slipping off the bed, Gempa’s form shift and changes. There’s no need for a detailed human form right away, just whatever will let them function. Both spirits ended up just looking like vaguely humanoid constructs decorated by their elements, but nobody will mind.

“Mrgh… Guys?”

Their master, Boboiboy asked in his sleepy morning voice. He must have woken up because of their absence.

“Yes, we’re here Ori” Gempa touched his forehead against Boboiboy’s, shards of mineral gently brushing Boboiboy’s bed hair out of his face.

“What day is it?”

“It’s a Sunday. You can sleep in if you want”

Boboiboy looks at his current state, surrounded by the still asleep orb elementals, chuckling.

“Yeah, I think I’ll have to be in bed for a bit”

“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me”

A look in the fridge tells him he’ll probably need to go grocery shopping today, but for now, this is plenty ingredients for both breakfast and lunch, there are also leftovers from yesterday.

At the kitchen area, he spots Hali opening the cupboard with a limb made of red lightning, bringing out a bag of coffee instead of cocoa.

“Coffee?”

Gempa nods. He usually prefers tea but coffee doesn’t sound half bad this morning. The lightning spirit hits a few buttons, and got the coffee machine working. The delightful smell spreads throughout the house, successfully rousing another of their sibling out of sleep.

“Good morning you glorified chandelier”

“Good morning to you too, Hymenopus Coronatus”

No, Solar didn’t cast a spell on Hali. The two are simply calling each other by what they look like now. Gempa goes back to cooking after saying his own good morning to the spirit of light, seeing no reason to worry about a fight.

“I smelled coffee”

“Yeah, making some right now. Want any?”

“Obviously”

The sudden increase in lighting for a brief moment tells huge spirit of earth that Solar just had his coffee.

A warm beverage goes well with this peaceful morning, Gempa thought, as one of his arms brought the cup to his ‘mouth’. Just this finishing touch and breakfast should be ready. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, he could hear the fastest game of rock paper scissors ever happen, and Solar walking towards the door.

It’s natural one would prefer nice home cooked meals over rations, and Fang certainly isn’t the best chef, so eating at Tok Aba and Boboiboy’s house it is then. Not that he would ever admit that out loud, it’s embarrassing. He can give a compliment when it’s due though and it shall be expressed in actions.

But either he misremembered, or something bad has happened, as the one who opened the door… Whoever it is definitely isn’t human. A body made of light with no discernible features save for limbs, hands with blackened tips, and worst of all is their head. It was like one of those ‘biblically accurate angels’ he was shown by Gopal once, golden rings intertwined together, covered in silver eyes and mystical patterns. In the middle of it all, is a white dwarf.

It took Fang a few seconds to process what in the name of stars he just saw, but he reached for the door handle and pushes it back.

“My apologies, it seems I’ve gotten the wrong house-“ the alien said as politely as possible, while frantically trying to close the door.

“Wait a minute- Child it is I- Wait no, Fang it’s me, Solar!” The light spirit was also frantically trying to convince Fang it’s him, while keeping the door open.

Breakfast was nice, but Fang wished he had a warning about the elementals not bothering to look human today.

“Please, transform properly before opening the door?”

“Sorry about that. You know caffeine has no effect on us”

The purple haired alien could only sigh and bury his head in his hands. Now he knows why all those ancient civilizations were so spooked by the elementals

- By your pal, SP Anon

Drew the scenarios :)))

[eirist]

Little Bits and Pieces of Heaven

THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS

One-shot #: 23

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: M (Suggestive)

Note: Happy Valentine’s Day people! This was originally for the Whimsical Kisses collection but it turned out differently than I had planned. And I liked it better. So enjoy!

Summary: He was a greedy man when it comes to his alcohol. Just like she was a greedy woman when it comes to her money. But he was all too willing to share it with her beneath her beloved trees.

It was a rather tiring day.

If Zoro may say so himself.

Just when he thought that idiot love cook couldn’t get any worse, someone had to go and invent a day for couples, celebrating romance and all that mawkish stuff guaranteed to make a normal, unromantic person barf.

Ero-cook’s adoring gestures went into overdrive because of that and stayed in it the whole damn day. He shifted from shouting one moment into noodle-dancing the next, then to swooning and crooning at their two female crewmates.

He put the rest of the crew (the boys, specifically) to work to give the two women the most romantic evening of their lives, with threats of blood and gore and a dinner straight from a vegetarian’s menu if they did not lend a hand into making the day extra special for the girls by helping turn the Sunny’s lawn deck into a romantic makeshift restaurant for a dinner date with him.

Zoro snorted at that, muttering ‘aho cook’ under his breath before promptly turning his back and leaving the rest to deal with the blond’s insanity.

He holed himself up in the crow’s nest, far away from the man as possible and busied himself with his training. Every now and then he rolled his eye whenever Sanji yelled bloody murder at one of the boys for ruining or messing something in his carefully laid out dinner date plans.

He couldn’t understand why the other idiots put up with the idiot prince’s buffoonery. The threat of the vegetable menu isn’t that bad. Food is food after all.

But not everyone has the same thought as him. Nor can they withstand fasting or a measly meal of greens just like him.

He grumbled out his complaints when Nami popped up in the nest to check on him. She just laughed at his grievances and with a cheeky smile, told him that this is the one time she and Robin are all too willing to indulge the chef’s wish, making the swordsman frown.

Unless Zoro has something planned for the two of them. Then she will be no show at the dinner date and leave Robin at the Sanji’s mercy all night.

Which he absolutely doesn’t have. And Nami knows that of course. She already knew what she was getting into after all when she involved herself with him.

With a wink she left him to his own devices. But not before blowing him a kiss and promising that she would see his unromantic, delectable ass much, much later… if he is still awake and waiting.

He just huffed in response and watched her disappear down the hatch to prepare for their evening with that damned swirly brows.

Yet the weird thing is… he wasn’t even mad that she’s gonna spend the evening on a dinner date with that twirling dumbass cook. Nor even jealous.

For he was already way past those emotions. He had long ago came to deal with them.

Instead he was… amused.

Because he definitely likes to see how it would turn out.

In the end… it definitely wasn’t aho cook who Nami would spend the rest of the night with.

But that doesn’t mean he can go slack today of all days—even if Nami already expected that he had nothing special for her (because he is broke and unromantic, her words).

In all honesty, it would really be hard to compete with that ero kappa when he has been showering the girls with flowers, chocolates and a carefully made Valentine’s lunch and perfectly planned dinner date.

There’s no way the other male crewmembers can top that even if they wanted to.

Still, Zoro did stay awake and waited for her. Waited until that shitty dinner date with that shitty cook was done. Waited under her mikan trees, hidden beneath its shadows, with a bottle of a rather pricey alcohol that he was able to buy when he snuck into town earlier with his measly savings before they (the ones who doesn’t have any role in the dinner date) were confined inside the galley with a rather scrumptious dinner guaranteed to keep them in place so as not to disturb Sanji’s ‘date’ with the lovely ladies.

It’s the thought that counts after all. He was a greedy man when it comes to his alcohol. Just like she was a greedy woman when it comes to her money.

But he was all too willing to share it with her beneath her beloved trees, surrounded with the citrusy fragrance he had come to know and love while underneath the brilliant stars shining up in the sky that she absolutely can put to shame.

It counts as something. Especially from a man like him who doesn’t have a single, romantic bone in his body.

And Nami understood that. Because she was there after the dinner date was done and tidied up and everyone had retired to their respective rooms (the love cook still griping about how the night went by so fast)—all smiles as she made her way to him; still in that wine red, gown that showed of the bare skin of her back, the light tap of her bare feet against the wooden floor in time with his heartbeat.

Amidst lowered voice, hushed tones and muffled laughter at all the craziness (mainly from shit cook) that happened that day, they shared that special drink.

“Are you trying to get me drunk Zoro?” Nami joshed as he handed the bottle back to her so she can drink her share of the beverage again.

He grinned. “Why? Is it working?”

“Hmmm yes,” she whispered jestingly as she moved to settle on his lap, arms locking behind his neck as she kissed him.

The skirt of her gown had ridden up, exposing her long, creamy legs and he took the liberty of trailing his hand against the smooth skin of her thigh, moving upwards, higher and higher until…

He suddenly pulled away from her lips to stare at her questioningly.

Did she actually went and had dinner with that perverted cook without anything underneath her dress?!

Nami smiled mischievously at his expression, her fingers playing with the ends of his hair, tickling the back of his neck…

She brought her lips closer to his ear.

“I took it off before coming here to you,” she whispered, her tone seductive, winking saucily when she felt his chest rumble against her as a growl escaped him.

“Happy Valentine’s Zoro,” she teased before her grin turned naughty. “Now, why don’t you take my dress off so you can enjoy your valentine’s day present?”

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A soft snore tore him from his thoughts and Zoro glanced down towards his slumbering companion.

He was sitting on the floor of the crow’s nest, with his back resting against the wooden bench surrounding it. Nami was sleeping beside him, lying down her stomach on their makeshift bed of layered blankets, making him wonder how in the world can she sleep comfortably in that position given how generous her breasts are.

Surprisingly, it didn’t bother her that she didn’t have any pillow. Normally she would complain about the lack of support for her head and neck and would eventually force him to let her use his arm.

Her cheek was resting contentedly against the soft sheets; her arm was resting limply across his thigh, the blanket they were using for cover was strewn carelessly above her desirable and naked ass, barely covering it.

She was so deep in her sleep and oblivious to the world around her.

Another snore broke the silence and Zoro smirked. Nami rarely snores (yet she claims that she doesn’t) but he knew well enough.

His navigator must be really tired.

He reached down to drag the blanket up and cover her properly. She was mumbling in her sleep… something about steering the ship away from an incoming storm.

Zoro promptly sneaked a glance out of the nest’s windows. After all, Nami’s weather predictions are never wrong.

But the sky is clear. Not a single cloud was hovering across the vast, still dark horizon sprinkled with countless of brightly shining stars.  

He finds it adorable that she was still manning the Sunny and getting them out of danger even in her dreams.

He carefully lifted her hand from his thigh, his calloused fingers caressing her soft ones.

Zoro leaned down so he could bring them closer to his lips for a kiss.

That pulled her out her slumber.

“Mmmm…Zoro?” She blearily blinked up at him. “Why are you awake?” Her voice still hoarse from sleep or from their earlier activity, he was not sure.

She lazily stretched her body as Zoro watched her. “Is it time to go?” She asked again as she sleepily sat up, running a hand through her tousled orange tresses. The blanket covering her fell down and bundled on her hips, exposing her delicious breasts still marred with his kisses and bites.

He smirked, hands reaching out for her waist. He tugged her closer to him, kissing her forehead. She welcomed his affection with a warm, sleepy smile, wrapping an arm around his torso as she hummed in content.

“Nope,” he finally answered as he kissed her lips softly before planting a peck on one bare shoulder. She shivered slightly at the sensation. “I told Usopp I’d cover his shift tonight.”

He grinned when her eyes sparkled at the thought of spending some more time with him.

“We have the nest to ourselves ‘til daybreak. Happy Valentine’s Nami.”

[parachutingkitten]

Thursday

~1300 words

Aka, Cryptor is a sleepy boi and a good dad. Because you can never have enough wholesome Cry as a single parent content. Who knew it would take a whole Cryptor holiday for me to get out writing about an OC I introduced a month ago? Rosemary is 14 in this short btw.

Happy Reading!

As best as he could remember, it was Thursday. It was impossible to be sure though. Borg Industries wasn’t exactly a workplace where the days passed by slowly. Everything was so fast paced that the concept of days or even weeks seemed too small a scale to measure things in sometimes. He knew it was towards the end of the week because of how very overworked he felt, but he was sure it wasn’t Friday, because he surely would have heard someone mention their plans for the weekend. 

So… Thursday. Right?

As Cryptor climbed the last few steps of the apartment building, he could feel his mind slowly giving in to the temptation to shut down there and then. He grabbed the keys from his pocket, struggling for a moment to get them into the lock before he realized, wrong keys. His second attempt got him through the door. However, the room was noticeably darker than normal.

“Rosemary?”

She certainly should have been home by now. As he rounded the corner into the living room, he saw her sitting at the foot of the couch, curled up under a blanket, only the stark light of her phone illuminating the room. Her eyes were red, and her cheeks were pale, her hands quickly clearing a rush of tears from her face as he entered. Cryptor instinctively dropped his bag, rushing over to her.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” he kneeled in front of her, taking her hands, trying to look her in the eyes.

Rosemary simply sniffled, more tears hopelessly running down the edges of her cheeks as she placed down her phone. He reached his arms around her as they embraced, her head falling into his shoulder as her breathing hitched, the tears now falling uncontrollably.

“Hey, it’s okay. Whatever it is, I’m here now.” He whispered, cradling her head. His grip was tight, his mind now fully alert though he didn’t fully understand what had happened. “I’ve got you, Mary.” He could feel his daughter calming at the sound of his words, her breathing stabilizing, and her heart rate lowering, at least comparatively. After a moment she separated herself, once again making an attempt to clear her eyes.

“Did something happen? Are you hurt?” His voice had shifted to be noticeably stern. “I swear, if anyone-”

“No dad, no one’s touched me,” she rolled her eyes, retreating back into herself.

Cryptor took a deep breath, refocusing. “...what’s wrong?”

She looked at him for a moment, emotions rising inside her as she debated her response. “It’s just stupid school stuff,” she shook her head.

“Well it seems important to you," he pressed.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” She curled her legs underneath herself, leaning back onto the couch.

Cryptor studied her face for a moment. If she wanted him to drop the subject, he would drop the subject, but he could tell she was still hiding something. “You had dinner yet?”

She shook her head, her eyes still stuck to the floor.

“Well, I can make whatever you want. Or we could order take out and-”

“I’m not hungry.” She fell on her side, laying down and pulling the blanket over her head.

Cryptor looked down at the lump of blanket in thought. He needed some way to reach her. “How about I make a smoothie, huh?”

The blanket shifted. “...Pineapple smoothies?”

“Pineapple smoothies,” he agreed. 

“...I’d like that.”

He smiled, standing up. “Okay… I’ll be in the kitchen.”

Cryptor was not a great chef by any means. He didn't need to eat. But throwing some ice and fruit in the blender wasn't hard. There was nothing to burn or boil over. Just as long as it didn't melt before you were done, it was pretty much a success. As he worked, he could feel his sudden burst of energy abandon him. Even the noise of the blender didn't do much to stifle off the oncoming spell of fatigue. As he poured his creation into a glass, he heard footsteps coming in. Rosemary, still cocooned in her blanket, had waddled into the kitchen, taking a seat on one of the barstools. Cryptor grabbed a straw and slid the drink over to her.

“One pineapple smoothie.”

 A ghost of a smile graced her lips as her fingers encompassed the glass. “Thanks.” She took her first sip, swirling her straw around.

“You sure you don’t want to talk about it? Maybe I could help.”

“I kind of doubt it,” she sighed.

“I’ve been to space; I think I can handle some middle school drama. What is it? Classes, teachers, friends?”

She looked at him for a moment, still doubtful. “...It’s boy stuff.”

He nodded, backing off. “You know what, maybe you’re right. I don’t think I can help with that one.”

Rosemary smiled in full, her lips leaning down for another sip.

“What are you even doing getting involved with boys? You’re only 14,” he asked, beginning to put away ingredients.

“What are you doing all by yourself, you’re like a bazillion years old.”

Cryptor smirked. “Ha. Ha,” he mocked. “Fair enough. So, who’s this boy?”

“It’s not important, okay?” She brushed it off.

Cryptor turned to look at her, her face now much brighter. The smoothie had worked. “Alright. But you tell me if you need me to bash his head in, okay?”

She laughed. “I love you dad.”

“I love you too.” He leaned over the counter, placing a kiss of her forehead. “What else can we do for you? Do you want to watch something tonight? We could watch one of your mystery shows.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m sure you had a long day. Besides, you hate those things.”

“I don’t hate them,” he corrected, a yawn escaping him. “I just find them very predictable.”

“You don’t have to-”

“We’re watching one. Come on, I’ll set it up.” He led the way out of the kitchen, and back to the living room, turning on the TV. Rosemary trudged behind him, still surrounded in her blanket cape, and sipping on her smoothie, watching as her dad fiddled with the DVD player. 

“I think I’m on episode seven on this disk,” She told him, sitting down on the couch.

Cryptor picked up the remote, joining her. “Episode seven,” he muttered, navigating the menu. “A Magical Mishap,” he repeated the title. “So, it’s a magic episode,” he teased. “Let me guess, something goes wrong with a magic trick, and someone actually gets cut in half or stabbed, or-”

“Stop! No spoilers!” Rosemary chuckled, nudging her dad. 

“The murderer is probably going to be one of the stagehands, because they have easy access to switch out the props.”

“Sush!” She scolded him as he pressed play, both of them laughing now. 

She leaned into him, watching the opening title as they both went quiet. The first murder of the episode was indeed a magic trick gone wrong. But the detective had hardly finished interviewing the prime suspects before she could tell her father had already fallen asleep. She snuck out from under his arm, watching him for a moment. After some deliberation, she turned off the TV and left him to sleep. After all, she could already tell he was right about the stagehand. She gently draped her blanket over him, and turned off the few lights still left on, now thoroughly distracted from the emotions that had consumed her not an hour ago. It wasn’t that rare an occasion for her dad to fall asleep on the couch, but it was a bit inconvenient. Rosemary understood though.

Wednesdays are usually pretty hard on him.

[starguardiantokki]

Barrington Steakhouse

         Dik Dik and Cunt Cunt were about to have the best night of their little Deer lives. Dik Dik spent an hour getting ready for his big date with his girlfriend, Cunt Cunt. He took a nice bath and cleaned himself with coconut shampoo and conditioner, got his owner to scrub him down nicely and blow dry him while brushing to make sure his fur was nice and straight.

While this was going on, Cunt Cunt was down the hall, into the bedroom, where she was getting ready for the big night. "Oh boy! I can't wait to look pretty at the restaurant!" Cunt Cunt said as she applied pink nail polish to her hooves by using her mouth to guide the brush. After she was done she flopped on her back and fanned her legs in the air to dry the polish faster. A few moments passed and Cunt Cunt flipped herself back over and straightened up her bow. Her bow was made out of a light pink silk with some rhinestones glued on.

The tiny Deer twirled around in front of the mirror, happy with the outcome, now she was ready for her date.

Dik Dik trotted down the hall. "CUNT CUUUUNT, are you ready to go to...the BARRINGTON STEAKHOUSE AND BAAAAR?"

"YEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LET'S GOOOOOOOOOO. Do you think I look pretty Dik Dik? I worked really hard on my outfit.."

"I think you're going to be the prettiest girl at the partyyyyy" Dik Dik said with encouragement. "I'll call us a LIIIIIMOOOOOOOOO"

"A LIMO?!?!!?!?" Cunt Cunt screamed. "YEAH WATCH THIS" Dik Dik said as he called Armdale Taxi. "Hello? I would like one taxi limo to my house okay? SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT UP bye. Okay it's on the way!"

Dik Dik and Cunt Cunt scrambled outside to meet their taxi. They both hopped in and they were on their way. The ride took about 20 minutes to get all the way downtown. The time now was about 6:27pm, just in time for their 6:30pm reservations. The two plopped out of the taxi after paying and walked up to the doors.

"I'm glad we didn't tip that driver he was stupid." said Dik Dik. Cunt Cunt replied "YEAH, STUUUUUUUUPID."

The couple pushed their way past the door and into the restaurant. The Barrington Steakhouse is a cosmopolitan style, low-lit chophouse offering live music, craft cocktails, oysters and premium steaks. The environment is very high scale and romantic. A tall man in a tuxedo approached the two and asked them if they were lost.

"No, we have reservations for 6:30 for dindin!" squealed Dik Dik.

"Ah..right this way Sir." The man walked them over to their table for two which was positioned at the back of the restaurant, towards an electric fireplace. Soft jazz played in the back over the sounds of people quietly chattering to themselves.

After getting some help up on their table, they both looked around to take in the amazing view.

"It's so preeeettyyyy.." said Cunt Cunt.

"Yeah but not as pretty as your Cunt Cunt!"

"Really Dik Dik!? You think so!?"

"Yes! You are the prettiest here. What are you going to order?"

Cunt Cunt pulled over a menu and flipped it open. A worried look washed over her face as she scanned the items.

"What's wrong Cunt Cunt?"

"LOOK AT THE WOOOORDS, THEY DON'T MAKE SENSE DIK DIK." Dik Dik looked over and say the fancy foreign words on the menu.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THEY LOOK LIKE SPELLS. WATCH OUT CUNT CUNT IT MIGHT BE A TRAP"

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" they both screamed while stomping on the booklet.

"Are you ready to order..?" Sighed a very visibly annoyed waiter.

"Yes! We'll take the cheese board to start. And I'll have the 14 oz. 45-day dry aged bourbon infused ribeye with Gnocchi Pomodoro. What about you Cunt Cunt?"

"LOBSTER MAC AND CHEEEEEEEEEEESE" screamed Cunt Cunt, drawing the attention of the high paying guests of the restaurant. The waiter didn't even ask if that was all they wanted, he closed his tiny book and went into the back, to the kitchen, to let the Chefs know about the order.

"That guy is rude and STUPID. STUPPPPPPPID STUUUUUUUUUUPID IDIOT MORON. Right Cunt Cunt?!"

"YEAH, STUUUUUUUPID. LET'S KICK HIM IN THE BALLS BEFORE WE LEAVE." she laughed.

Some time had passed and the smell of the food in the air got the two more and more hungry. Their table was up against a wall to the right side of the restaurant. A few customers would glance over at them a few times here and there to see what the tiny Deer are doing. Dik Dik unrolled his handkerchief that held his utensils.

"We don't need these because they're big and we eat with our mouths, so they're in the way. Let's push them off the table to make more room." Clink, clink, CLINK, went the forks and knives as they hit the carpet floor, yet again drawing the attention of the customers. A man and a woman who were more than likely on a date, collected their things and got up before finishing their meal. They were pretty fed up with the behavior of the Deer and went to go pay.

"CUNT CUNT LOOK. They left and they still have food on the plate! We should do a sneak mission and eat it."

Super serious mode has been activated. They both tucked in and rolled off the table, plunking on the ground and slither over to the table where the abandoned food was left.

"What did they order? I can't tell because it all looks like fancy mush." said Dik Dik.

"I can't tell but it all smells good but the stuff in the glass. We should eat up before the MEANIE ASS BUTT FACE GRUMPY TOOL TOOL TOOL TOOL TOOL IDIOT DUMB MORON LOSER WAITER COMES BACK."

Within seconds the Deer started munching down on the leftover mush on the plates. Tiny nomnom sounds could be heard, with some occasional slurping. Dik Dik saw the waiter coming out of the corner of his eye and alerted Cunt Cunt. Scrambling off the table as fast as they could, the Dik Diks ran back to their original seating. Panting and out of breath they greeted the waiter who didn't actually see them on the other table.

He stopped just short of them and looked down at the expensive silverware on the floor.

"I'm guessing this was an accident?" he said.

"Yeah soooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy" both of them replied.

"Here is your cheese board with bread. Would you two like some sort of..bowl to drink out of?"

"Yes please!" said Cunt Cunt.

The waiter bent down to pick up the silverware and turned around to head back to the kitchen.

"THIS CHEESE SMELLS LIKE BUTT. BUUUUTTTT CHEESE BUTT CHEEEEEEEEEEESE."

"YEAH IT DOES DIK DIK, BUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTT CHEEEEEEESE. I'mma try a bite!"

Cunt Cunt bit into it and started screaming and spitting it out.

"EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

"WHAT'S WRONG CUNT CUNT!? IS IT BUTTY?"

"IT'S VERY BUTTY."

The waitor came back with two plates of their main dishes. "Here you are."

"NO, WE WANT THIS TO GO, WE DON'T TRUST THIS POOPY PLACE ANYMORE." said Cunt Cunt.

"..I'll have them bagged up and ready to go? Would you like your bill?"

Cunt Cunt and Dik Dik both looked at each other for a bit.

"Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure.." said Dik Dik while winking at the waiter.

Weirded out by the two, he went to go bag up the food to go and print off the bill. About five minutes pass and he returns with a to-go bag, and a bill with two mints.

"Will that be cash or credit?"

"It will  be cash but we're not ready to go yet." said Dik Dik.

Without saying a word, the waiter moved to the table over to clear the plates off and prep it for the next wave of guests. Dik Dik pulled out his cell phone and called for a taxi as soon as the man turned his back. He whispered in the name of the restaurant to dispatch and told them to come ASAP.

The two nervously looked out the window checking for the taxi because they planned on ditching the place without paying.

"Cunt Cunt..take the food and drag it to the door and get ready kay..? I'll sit here and wait, it will make it look like you just went to the bathroom or something because that's what girls do at restaurants, they spend most of their time in the bathroom doing their makeup."

"Okay! As soon as you see me wave, make a run for it okay Dik Dik!?"

Cunt Cunt did what she was told and hid by the door with the food. Dik Dik sat there drinking out of the water bowl while looking around, being way more suspicious than he had to be. Finally he saw the signal. Dik Dik jumped off the table and ran over to Cunt Cunt, he bucked the doors open a little and pushed them to keep them open for Cunt Cunt to drag the food out. Both of them took two ends and ran for the car.

"Driver! Can you open the door for us and help us with the food? Fast! It's heavy and burns!" They used as an excuse. The driver quickly got out and apologized while picking them and the food up to plop them in the back seat, closing the door, and getting back in his seat.

The car made it's way down the street and they knew they were in the clear when they turned the corner.

"Phew..that was something! We did it though!" Dik Dik said with a rapidly beating heart.

"Yeah we did! Good jooooob Dik Dik! We did great!"

It was late at this point, around 8:00pm and the little Deer were very tired. Minutes before pulling up to the house, Dik Dik called his owner.

"Oooooooowneeeeeeeer..can you come downstairs and help us in..? We have something to carry and we're sleepy.."

After pulling in, Dik Dik noticed his owner waving to him while walking up to the car. She opened the car door and picked up the bag of food for them. Both of them slowly climbed out and very sleepily went inside.

"So how was your date guys? owner asked.

"It was really good! We have a good adventure. There is some food there for you if you want! It's really good, oh and some mints.." yawned Dik Dik.

He glanced over at Cunt Cunt who has already fallen asleep on the pillow while trying to take her bow off and change it out with her night bow. Owner picked up Cunt Cunt and moved her to the spot where she usually sleeps. Dik Dik hopped up and joined, curling up to the exhausted Cunt Cunt and very quickly falling asleep along side her.

Owner shrugged and walked out of the room, turning off the light and slowly closing the door. She made her way to the kitchen where she got a fork, then back to the living room. She sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote. She opened the bag and took out the take out box and opened it, boy it looked delicious. She took a few bites while flipping through the stations to pick something to watch. She ended up watching Food Network since it always seemed to be satisfying to watch them cook while having a good meal in front of you.

[home-of-monsters]

Season 8, part 2

I’m only on episode 12, and my post was getting a little long, so I split it up.

As Time Goes By

-Oh man, was season 8 MoL too? How much did they try and cram into this season? No wonder so much of it is a blur.

-You mean to tell me all the times Dean fixed up baby, he never made her windows stronger?

-One of the many, many reasons I hate the MoL story line is because they couldn’t just… have John be a normal dude who went through some shit. After making Mary and her whole family be hunters, they had to have John’s family be connected to hunting too.

Haha skipping the Hitler episode.

-“I haven’t had my own room…ever” 🥺

-Dean being a good cook 💖

-“Get cancer and die, old man.” “You first sweetie.” How did the writers get actual lines from my family holiday dinners?

Mans best friend with benefits

“Cop murders hooker with bare hands” hits a little different in 2021

Dean is absolutely a sub.

“There’s no medicine for this!” How do you know? You don’t even know what’s wrong with you.

It’s kinda frustrating that, even after 8 seasons, they keep having the boys have this all black and white thinking when it’s convenient for the plot.

“You can only trust you.” Well yeah. Deans got a shit ton of trauma from people disappointing him.

Chief-dude, could you be any more suspicious?

Dean gets weirdly interested in other people’s sex lives. Definitely putting a pin in that.

That witch killing spell was pretty anticlimactic.

Remember the Titans

Ah yes, because when I’m sleepy, I often thinking drinking will make it better.

Look, Supernatural is a hot mess. But one of the thing it does right is that the only cops that are competent are the ones who are also good people.

Dean with kids is *chefs kiss*

“While we were-ya know - he had a heart attack.” “awkward.” Dean omg

Dean is hypersexual when Cas isn’t around, until a kid comes into the picture. Interesting.

I wish we got more of this Sam.

Goodbye Stranger

Conversion Therapy is evil

Mishas eyes are so dark in this episode.

Voluptuous Asian Lovlies. Really?

Remember when the show cared that angels and demons were using humans as vessels? Yeah, neither does the show. That’s why the whole ~iT’s CaSs’S vESsEl~ arguments don’t make sense: the show stopped seeing the bodies as vessels several seasons ago.

Meg makes Castiel question. Dean makes Cas rebel.

“I took how many bullets for you guys, and you didn’t even look for me? Not once?” This show did Meg so dirty.

“You hit a dog and stopped. Why?” “That whole story, and that’s your take away?” That’s everyone’s take away, Sam.

When Naomi orders Cas to kill Meg, he negotiates. When Naomi orders Cas to kill Dean, he fights her. When she tells him to chose, he chooses Dean. But. Ya know. In a straight way.

Can we also talk about how Dean doesn’t fight Cas? He’s defensive the whole time Cas is punching him, but never tries to fight back. Even though for the last however many episodes he’s been suspicious of Cas.

“What broke the connection?” You, Dean. The show tries to play it off that it’s because Cas was holding the tablet, but once he looses it, Noami never gets him back.

Freaks and Geeks

I don’t really have much to say about this episode. It was a good filler episode.

Taxi Driver

Kevin deserved better.

Wouldn’t the reapers, rogue or not, fall under Death? Why would they be afraid if Crowley? Also, wouldn’t Death be mad that Crowleys killing Reapers?

Why isn’t Sam’s humanity a beacon like Deans was?

Dean missing that Benny doesn’t want to come back 🥺

PAC-Man Fever

Do Sam and Dean have the same email? Or does Charlie just e-mail Dean?

Charlie called Cas dreamy. Charlie has never met Cas at this point. Why would a lesbian think Cas was dreamy? The only thing she has to go on is the way Dean and Sam talk about him?

“Strong, kind, taken from her family too young. Remind you of anyone?” Oh Dean, you’ll change that tune soon.

“He reaked of fear too.” Aw, Dean was afraid while Charlie was hunting with them.

Dean gets all the friendships, and Sam gets plot lines that are easily forgettable.

The Great Escapist

This would have been better if they’d had J2s stunt doubles play Dean and Sam.

Sam, Cas is not here, you know how your brother gets when that happens. Sit down, shut up, and eat your soup.

Cas traveling around to all the Biggersons is hilarious. Cas doesn’t not get enough credit for how clever he is.

What happens to the angels vessels when the angels go to heaven? Do the angels have to ask EVERYTIME they come to Earth, or is it a “one and done” kinda deal?

Sam thinking he was “unclean” as a kid. Damn was John a shitty father.

“My demons were too polite?” Damn. Ouch.

Remember when Metatron was actually an interesting character?

Dean recognizing Cas, even though Cas was collapsed on the road with his back to them.

Clip Show

Man, Tommy survived a wendigo, just to have his head explode.

Dean only acknowledging Cas when he had to. BB. I know that trick. Trust me, it’s not doing what you think it is.

I really want to know who’s idea it was to make popcorn.

Cas just… randomly buying things he’s seen the boys buy.

Poor Cas. He just wants so bad to do the right thing.

Does Sam just… literally remember everyone they’ve ever saved?

This Crowley is the best Crowley. It’s such a shame that they ruined his character.

Sacrifice

The fact that Crowley comes to deal with Jodie personally…

“Brother, it’s 10am on a Tuesday.”

Damn Dean, don’t hold back about what you think Sam should ask forgiveness for.

Crowleys accent gets super fucking weird as he gets more human.

[overwatch-and-others-imagines]

The Bakery Witch (Reinhardt X Reader PT 2)

Prompt: Magical universe AU where Character A is a witch who bakes tarts and miniature pies that do everything from soothing a child’s persistent cough, to helping boost a student’s memory before a big test.

Part 1

So i know i have stuff on here i need to do (The aesthetic thing and a few requests) but inspiration struck for this. I’ll try to get what i need to get done soon. In the mean time. I hope you all enjoy

Business was busy, the time you’d normally spent sleeping you spent baking out ideas for the tarts. Trying out different styles and berry combos to really win the councilmen over. You had ended up needing to call your part-timer Lucien in to cover the front while you worked tirelessly in the back. Napping for a few hours while you waited for things to cool before going right back to work. You paid him with money and with sweets since you were beginning to run out of room.

Cherry, Strawberry, Raspberry, Blueberry, blackberry.

The endless combinations were beginning to make you a little light headed.

One day just after the rush hour, you set the lemon tart you’d finished baking on a cooling tray. Needing to replace the one eaten during the lunch rush, you decided to quietly let Lucien know you were going shopping before slipping out the door and making your way to the local market.

Normally the smell of produce would make you smile but in this case, it was just beginning to make you a little light headed. You shook your head slightly and pushed on, brushing it off as a caffeine drop.

Scanning the area, you spotted some strawberries being sold by Mrs Macmillan when the light headed feeling got worse. You managed to stumble over to a nearby bench before needing to lay down.

You closed your eyes, feeling your vision begin to darken. Somehow managing to miss the call of your name.

When you opened your eyes a moment or so later, you had three or four people surrounding you. All of them looking worried. You could have sworn you’d passed out for longer than a moment.

“Are you alright dear?” Mrs Macmillan asked and you attempted to sit up…only to have her hands gently but firmly push you back down “No no, you are staying laying down. You look pale, have you eaten today?”

“I’m fine, really. It’s probably just because I missed lunch. Really I’m fine” you tried to insist and the elder tutted

“You need to be more careful! Eating is important” she said with a frown before she grabbed some money and gave it to her grand-son Timothy “Go and get this poor dear something to eat, Lucinda should still be selling”

You couldn’t get a word in before he went running over to the Lucinda’s stand.

“Really Mrs Macmillan. I’m alright, I just need to get my shopping done with so I can get back to work” You said, knowing you’d said the wrong thing as she gave you a stern look

“No, you are going to sit here and I am going to make sure you eat. Then you are going back to the bakery, packing up and going home. None of us want you getting sick deary so you are going to rest” She said, you knew better than to argue with the Grandmother voice she had and just nodded mutely “Good! I’ll make sure to send people to check up on you and help should you fall ill”

“Thank you ma’am” You said quietly and she smiled, gently patting your hand

“You’re welcome dear, now what did you need to get?” she asked and you silently handed your list over “You stay right here and I’ll go and get these for you”

Without another word, she got up and dismissed the other two people standing around before going and starting on your list.

Her grandson came back before she did and you managed to bribe him to share half of the bacon and cheese roll with him so she came back to you both with half a roll in each of your mouths. She just shook her head smiling and ushered her grandson back to his mother before giving you your finished lift and your shopping.

“I hope you feel better soon dear, don’t forget to eat again” she said patting your hand and you smiled at her

“I’ll make sure I eat lunch next time, I promise” you said and she looked satisfied before sending you on your way.

You went back to the bakery, feeling better now that you’d eaten but you felt your lack of sleep catch up to you on your walk back. You really did need to go home and sleep.

“Hey, welcome back. Got everything you wanted?” Lucien asked, looking over at you as he finished putting the cooled lemon tart on the display case. He was a young boy, still in high school but he wanted to become a pastry chef so that was why you let him help out. He had good talent as well so you know your bakery was being well taken care of when he was in charge and you were away.

“I did.” You said nodding then you flipped the sign to closed “I’m closing up early Lucien, Mrs Macmillan might just have my head if I don’t”

“I’ll start packing up then! Oh um that crusader dropped by while you were gone, told me to give this to you” Lucien said grabbing a letter from the counter and handing it to you, you tucked in safely in with the shopping and smiled

“Thank you Lucien” you said and he nodded before starting to go about, shutting up shop. You went into the backroom and started doing the same, putting everything where it needed to go and giving Lucien his pay check and the latest tart experiment which he assured you his family was going to devour that night after dinner. You just laughed and sent him on his way.

After the front, kitchen, back and storeroom were all packed up. You headed home, bags in hand. It took you a little longer than normal to get home due to the bags but soon you were walking up the small stone path towards your front door. The smell of the flowers from the front garden causing you to relax.

You were home.

You unlocked the door, went inside, shut it behind you and went and put your bags on the counter. Letting out a quiet groan of relief, which attracted the attention of the small sleeping ball of fluff in the corner.

“Hello you sleepy little devil” You said giving Becca’s head a gentle pat, the small ginger and brown creature letting out a soft happy purr under your touch and you smiled.

‘Hello, you are home early’ you heard a sleepy voice in your mind say

“I know, Mrs Macmillan made me. I fainted at the market today” you told her and she sat up, rubbing her head on your hand concerned

‘Are you alright?’ she asked and you gently picked her up, carrying her in your arms towards your bedroom

“I’m alright, I just need a very long nap” You answered, placing her on her small bed and she gave one of your fingers a gentle lick before curling back up

‘Good’ was all she said before she went back to sleep.

You shook your head smiling, walking back into the kitchen and beginning to put everything away. Whispering a preserve spell under your breath, it made everything last longer than normal. A precaution in this case.

Once all of your shopping was packed away, you grabbed Reinhardt’s letter and went to your bedroom. Curling up on top of the sheets and simply pulling the heavy wool blanket you normally had at the foot of your bed over you, you opened up the letter and began to read.

It was personal in the way it was written in pen, in it he apologised for not visiting. His work making his home liveable again taking up most of his time, he admitted to having fallen into a few of the traps you had mentioned during his first visit and you felt a flash of worry until you read that he was unharmed by them.

The rest of was his personal thoughts about how the place had changed, how there was a different air to it now. How the air felt heavy and hard to move in sometimes and you made a small mental note to do another ghost cleanse when you got the chance to.

He continued to list what he was hoping would start after they’d cleared the town out, farming, businesses, the water mill. He had so many plans.

You were amazed at the fact he was being allowed to do all of this without the council’s approvement, maybe he had been sent in there to clean and disarm traps and the council wanted to do something different there?

You mulled it over for a few more moments before reading more of the letter.

More updates until it got to the end of the letter.

I do hope it was okay that I write this all to you, some of my friends that I brought with me do not share the sentiment that my home can be fixed and you seemed approving during our recent conversation. I do hope that you are well and are not working yourself to the bone.

I hope to see you soon, if not for some more of those red velvet cupcakes

Be safe

~Reinhardt

While you were glad he trusted you to write this all down, you were also worried with some of what he’d written. The ghosts trapped in that town sometimes turned violent and you didn’t want anything to happen because they disturbed something or someone that didn’t want to be disturbed.

You let out a quiet sigh before tucking the letter into your drawer, getting comfortable in your bed before you closed your eyes. Making a mental promise you would go and do some night time ghost cleansing as soon as you felt magically up to it. You were determined about this.

One last thought made you smile before you slipped off to sleep

He liked the red velvet cupcakes.

[anavoliselenu]

Beautiful lies chapter 8

I choke on a swig of bourbon and clear my throat. "No." My voice is gruff. It’s not that I haven’t thought about it. I have. Almost constantly. I imagine lifting her up with her ass in my hands until her legs hug my waist. Pressing my fingers to her warm center while biting the soft skin at her throat. The waiting and wanting is pure torture. Christ, I’m screwed. How did I not think this through when I brought her home?

"No shit?" Both he and Collins turn to face me, like this is breaking news.

"Please tell me you’re not still hung up on Stella," Collins asks, his sympathetic eyes locked on mine.

Fuck no. I’m not hung up on her. I’m just trying to do the right thing – without having one fucking clue what that means.

They watch me, cataloging my contemplative mood and Pace chews on his lower lip. "Seriously dude, Stella is ancient history, even if she refuses to get the fuck out of your life, there’s nothing wrong with moving on."

"I know that," I grumble. I’ve told myself the same thing, over and over, yet some unknown force holds me back. Of course they don’t know it’s been two fucking years since I’ve been intimate with a woman, and being in such close proximity to a beautiful girl like Selena is the worst kind of torture.

"So, what’s the hold up, man? I’d be tapping that sweet pussy every night." Pace gives me a goofy grin.

"She’s a virgin." As soon as I’ve said it, I want to take it back. It’s too intimate a piece of knowledge to share with them. It’s Selena’s personal business. I don’t tell them how I’ve come to possess this information, or that I’d bought the right to that particular privilege; I just sit there staring down into my now empty glass, wondering if and when I’ll do something about it.

"Wow." Collins says while Pace’s cocky grin widens. Asshole. "Not what I was expecting you to say," Collins continues, "I thought you’d feed us that line again about her being your buddy’s little sister."

Oh yeah. I’d almost forgotten the story I gave them. Just another testament to how messed up my head is right now.

"We all know things aren’t totally finished with Stella – so I’m not going to pretend like they are, but really, is that honestly what’s stopping you?" Pace asks, his eyes full of genuine confusion.

"I don’t know." It’s partly that – partly that I’m not sure if Selena wants me, or if I even deserve to take something so precious from her. Part of it is her innocence, the sweet way her eyes follow me around the room, her trusting nature, the selflessness she displayed to save her sister in the first place…she’s entirely too good for me to use for my own pleasure. I already feel guilty – but after, I know I’ll feel guilty as fuck. And even though I tell my brothers nearly everything – my participation at that auction is something I’ll take to the grave. Not for my own sake, but because I doubt Selena would want anyone knowing she’d sold herself that way.

"You need to figure it out, bro." Pace slaps me on the back before pouring another measure of liquor into my glass. "Otherwise I have a feeling you’re in for a massive case of blue balls."

He’s not kidding. I’m certain I have enough pent up semen to father three-quarters of the world’s population. My dick aches constantly and my brain swirls with thoughts I shouldn’t be having, but worst of all is the way my heart beats faster when she’s near and all my senses tune into her completely.

My life for the past two years has been a lesson in order and self-control. I worked hard, and logged long hours at the gym, but I haven’t been really living. Selena's brought out a different side to me. Just the act of her curling around me at night had softened me, made me remember life wasn’t only about coping. There were things worth living for. I wanted more of that mixed in.

Chapter Ten

Selena

The mid-morning sunshine and the fact that there’s still a warm male tucked against my side, remind me that it’s Saturday. I stretch leisurely in the bed, already daydreaming of the delicious frothy cappuccino I’m going to make myself. I feel quite proud that I’ve mastered that damn over-pretentious coffee machine. It only took me three weeks.

Justin surprises me by reaching out and tugging me back against him. I’m greeted by a rather impressive erection nudging my backside. Gah! It's warm and solid and my body clenches uselessly, responding automatically at the mere thought of him.

Aside from those first two nights, we’ve had no other sexual contact. I should feel relieved, but instead I find myself increasingly frustrated and confused. Almost a month has passed. I had figured he would take my virginity right away, but after several days and then weeks, I've become increasingly anxious and curious about it. Now I just want to get it over with, I'm tired of waiting and wondering when he’s going to do. I was purchased as a sex slave and I know I'm not living up to my end of the bargain.

In the evenings he stays up late, working in his office and all but ignores me. Does he not find me attractive? Is he gay? Were my blowjobs that bad? The wait is maddening. Is there something wrong with me that my master refuses to fuck me? The belly churning anticipation is worse than the actual event. I need to get this over with. I’d often suspected he took care of his needs during his morning shower, but I’ve never been brave enough to venture into the bathroom for confirmation.

At first I wondered if he was waiting for me to make a move, to climb into his lap, or kiss him…but I know that’s not it. He wasn’t shy about taking what he wanted from me the first two times. He’d ordered me to my knees, undone his pants and stroked himself while I’d watched. I knew he wasn’t timid, which made this all the more confusing.

You could cut the sexual tension between us with a knife – it’s a real and visceral need permeating the air around us. And each night I’m expected to cuddle up to a shirtless, buff, delicious smelling man, lay in his arms and be the perfect little obedient bedmate. The problem with all this? It’s fucking confusing. He’s spent a million dollars to bring me here, and I’m all too aware of the money – every time I call home, when I hear about Becca’s progress, every time I wander the various rooms of his mansion, or catch my reflection in the mirror and remember where my new designer wardrobe came from, it sends another wave of confusion rattling through me. I need to know what’s expected of me – where we stand – what this arrangement involves.

His cock is the only part of him I clearly understand. It’s less discreet in its desires. But his mind is like a fucking maze. One I have no hope of ever solving. I’ve thought about confronting him. But in this moment – feeling his hot arousal press against me, I want something else entirely.

A low rumble escapes his throat as he presses closer, his cock nestling in against my ass cheeks. Warm need dampens my panties, making them cling to my sensitive folds. He pushes his hips closer again, stealing my breath as I feel every hard ridge of him. His hand moves along my belly, inching its way upward and I hold my breath, wondering where it will land.

Wishful thinking takes hold and I angle my body toward his, wanting to feel his firm hand cup my breasts, rub against my sensitive nipples. His fingers splay open and brush the underside of my breast.

His breathing remains even and steady against the back of my neck and he’s making sleepy little noises, which only urge me on. As much as I wish I could see his face, I’m too afraid to move – too afraid it will break the spell. I consider pushing my t-shirt up out of the way to help him, craving the skin to skin contact against my breasts and nipples, but instead, I press my bottom back into his hard arousal and he releases a grunt. The sound makes all my inner muscles clench.

"Soph?" he asks, his voice sleepy and rough.

Oh god. He was still asleep, and now I’m mortified.

I roll toward him and look down between us to where his cock is straining against his boxers, trying to come out and greet me.

Just let me take care of it for goodness sake.

I place my hand over his heart and feel its steady thump.

"Sorry, it’s just morning wood," he says, noticing my fascination with what’s below his navel.

"It’s okay," I whisper. "Do you…Are you…" Spit it out, Soph. My lack of experience means I have no idea how to ask for what I want. I consider dipping my hand below his waistband, taking his firm cock in my fist and stroking him. I want him to kiss me, and pin me to the bed with his big body. Instead, he continues watching me with a little crease etched between his brows. He looks at me like I'm an amusing child that he has no idea what to do with.

"I’ll take care of it," he says, climbing from bed and leaving me wet and so turned on I could scream in frustration.

***

I’m bored as shit.

In the weeks since I moved in, I’ve developed a routine – one that bores me to tears –but at least it’s a routine. I wake mid-morning when Justin’s been gone to work for hours, have breakfast and coffee at the kitchen island while I talk to Beth – Justin’s personal chef - then I change and sit outside in the sun, curling up in one of the lounge chairs on the balcony while I read.

Later, I either go for a swim in the pool or jog on one of the treadmills in the gym. From there, my day unravels a bit. I wander the house, take a nap, text with Becca, and basically just wait around for Justin to get home. It’s a bland existence. I want to get a job – I need something to occupy my days other than thoughts of Justin and my strange new life.

The silver lining to all this is that Becca has been entered into the trial program and is receiving aggressive doses of medication that make her feel weak and sick but seem to be working. It’s much too early to tell if they’ll send her late stage cancer into remission, but we’re all hopeful. And while I don’t regret my decision, I have five more months to go, and I don’t think I can take another day of this complete mental and emotional boredom. I need more stimulation.

At six o’clock, all of the household staff is gone, and I’m showered and dressed and waiting for Justin to arrive home from work. Grabbing the little LED display remote, I tap the keypad, bringing the surround-sound speakers to life and change the music to something uplifting. A jazzy, upbeat band that I’ve never heard before fills the room. I crank it up loud, craving something different, some stimulation, then pad into the kitchen in my bare feet.

I open the door to the built-in wine cabinet that’s always a cool fifty-two degrees and pick out a bottle of white wine. The label proudly announces it’s called Naughty Girl Wine. Sounds perfect. After wrestling out the cork, I pour myself a large glass and sit down at the kitchen island to wait for my master’s arrival home.

As absent as our physical contact has been, he dominates my days and nights. My schedule revolves around his. I’m all too aware of when he wakes and prepares for his workday, showering and moving about the room in the dim light, dropping his towel and dressing in the closet so as not to wake me. When he returns at night is the happiest time of my day. To prepare for his arrival, I shower, style my hair and apply makeup and greet him like I’m seeing a long lost friend. It’s pathetic, but it’s my life.

I sit and sip my wine, hoping the combination of the alcohol and the jazz music spilling from the speakers will lift my mood. My stomach rumbles loudly. God, where is he? I glance at the clock. He’s later than usual. I pour myself another glass of wine and continue waiting. Dinner is ready and in the warming tray, as usual, and I can’t help peeking to see what Beth’s left us tonight. Its steamed fish garnished with fragrant orange slices, oven-roasted root vegetables and a side of creamy risotto. My mouth waters just looking at it and I steal a couple of vegetables off of each plate, being sure to keep the portions even, popping them into my mouth and chewing greedily like I’m breaking numerous international laws. The garlicky carrots and parsnips practically melt in my mouth and I steal another bite before replacing the covers on the two plates.

After two glasses of wine, I’m slightly buzzed and grab the remote for the sound system again. This cool jazz is giving me a headache. I flip absently through the music choices, not knowing what I’m searching for until I find it. Heart thumping, booty popping hip hop fills the room and my lips curl up in a lazy smile. I take another fortifying gulp of my wine and rise from the stool I’m slumped in, suddenly needing to move. I shimmy and shake across the kitchen, rolling my hips and lip-syncing along to the lyrics.

I dance while watching my reflection in the glass window across the room. Sticking my ass out, I give it a little shake. How could he not want this?

"What the hell are you doing?" Justin’s deep voice rumbles behind me.

Gah! My hand flies to my heart and I spin around, my spine instantly straightening. I meet his eyes, taking in his amused expression. My face flames fire-engine red and my mouth opens uselessly, then closes again, knowing I’ve been busted.

Justin’s dressed like he always is when he returns home from work. A custom tailored dark suit, light shirt and coordinating tie. Tonight the tie hangs loosely around his open shirt collar and his eyes are ringed with dark circles.

Making a split second decision, I saunter over to him, swaying to the beat of the still pumping music and grab his tie, tugging him closer. His body brushes against mine and the awareness of his broad muscular frame and captivating scent send endorphins skittering through my blood steam. Maybe it’s the wine, maybe it’s the music, or it could just be my lack of control in my new environment, but whatever the reason, I’m feeling bold. Alive for the first time in a long time. I drag a fingertip down the length of his tie, appreciating the feel of fine silk against my skin. Justin eyes my movements, but remains completely still as his breathing grows ragged.

Tired of being ignored, I grip his tie and work my hips back and forth in front of his lap, rolling my pelvis to the beat of the music, careful not to brush up against him, I’m just trying to show him there’s more to me than the kept little girl he treats me as.

His amused grin falls away and his face takes on a more serious expression. His eyes drop from mine and slide lower, traveling slowly down my body. His look is ravenous and my pulse riots in my neck. The way his eyes are glued to my body is too much. The healthy dose of courage, courtesy of the half bottle of wine I’d consumed, all but evaporates, and my dancing comes to a halt.

His hand circles my waist, his thumb grazing back and forth across my hip bone. "I never took you for a Rhianna fan," he murmurs.

I merely nod and his hand falls away. I immediately notice its absence. Grabbing the remote, I tap the screen several times to bring the volume down to a more reasonable level.

"Naughty Girl, huh?" Justin asks, plucking the wine bottle from the counter. "Are you drunk, Selena?" He sends me a questioning look and I lift one eyebrow. Why do I feel like a rebellious teenager who’s broken into daddy’s liquor cabinet?

He surprises me by bringing the bottle to his lips and taking a long swig. I watch the thick column of his throat as he swallows and little goosebumps break out across my belly. When he’s done, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "I’ve had a hell of a day." He grabs another bottle of wine and two fresh glasses. "Come on."

Dinner is all but forgotten – I have wine and Justin to keep me company and my boredom is temporarily at bay. Hallelujah!

I follow him through the house, into his darkened office and out onto the deck. As soon as he slides open the glass doors, the gentle whooshing sound of the ocean welcomes us. It instantly soothes me.

He strips off his suit jacket and removes the tie over his head, hanging both on the railing to the deck where they lightly flutter in the breeze. Justin sinks down into one of the lounge chairs and begins uncorking the bottle. I slide into the seat next to him and accept the glass of cool, crisp wine he passes me.

It’s not as sweet as the bottle I’d opened, but subtle buttery flavors greet my palate. Mmm. I let out a tiny moan and Justin’s eyes race over to mine.

"Care to tell me what tonight was all about?" he asks.

"What?" I play dumb.

"The club music – the wine, the dancing…" He lifts one dark eyebrow, his playful smirk is back.

"What was wrong with my dancing?"

Fighting off a smile, he clears his throat. "There wasn’t a damn thing wrong with it, sweetness. You just surprise me, is all."

"It’s boring here all day. I’m thinking about getting a job," I say, looking over at him to check his reaction.

"I’ve provided everything you could need. Why would you want to work?" He seems surprised.

After paying for my sister’s care, I still have several hundred thousand dollars in the bank. And I’m living expense-free. I should enjoy it, right? Only I can’t. That’s not me. I’ve never taken a hand-out in my life. "It’s not about the money, I just need something to do – I can’t lounge around all day with the only thing to do is go shopping with Marta using your credit cards. I want something for me. A purpose." Just saying it out loud renews my decision.

He takes another thoughtful sip of his wine, his full lips resting on the edge of the glass more distracting than it should be. "If that’s what you want. What kind of job?" he asks.

"I don’t know. Maybe at a coffee shop, or restocking books at the library. It doesn’t matter. Just something that gets me out of the house."

"You’re welcome to get a job, as long as you’re home in the evenings when I am."

I nod. That sounds good to me too. I’ve come to enjoy his company at night. My boredom is isolated to the daytime hours. I didn’t enjoy sitting alone in this too big house with too many thoughts running rampant through my head. It isn’t healthy. "Thank you."

"What did you do today?" he asks, like he usually does.

"I read, went for a swim." I shrug and focus on my wine. I don’t want to tell him that in the hours before he gets home, I shower and get myself ready, taking extra time to blow dry my hair and put on the dark colored lingerie that Marta insisted he’d like. It’s like even my bras and panties are mocking me, whispering against my skin that he’s not interested.

"Hey, what’s wrong?" He lifts my chin to meet his concerned gaze.

"Nothing." I straighten my shoulders, shaking the feelings away. There’s no reason to feel rejected. If anything, I should be relieved. But if the situation were different – if I wasn’t here under these pretenses, I’d still no doubt feel rejected by his lack of interest. He’s a beautiful, charming, wealthy man. I guess it was dumb to believe that a man like him would be interested in someone like me.

His eyes hesitantly leave mine and though I can sense he wants to press the issue further, he closes his mouth and refills my wine glass.

"What happened at work today?" I recall him saying he’d had a rough day.

His eyes harden and he looks out at the dark blue water, growing quiet. It occurs to me that I don’t really know what he does. He’s very private about his business. "Nothing with work, it was actually something…personal that popped up unexpectedly. I need to go to New York and take care of it."

"New York? When?" Of course what I really want to know is what personal matter he could have in New York, since I know virtually nothing of his past.