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FORGIVELSS -II - I DON'T CARE 'BOUT CONSEQUENCES, I WANT MY LICK BACK

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II - I DON'T CARE 'BOUT CONSEQUENCES, I WANT MY LICK BACK

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Reader

Word Count: 2K

Warning: Mature themes and its 🌶 🌶 🌶 

Summary: The title says it all.

You step one good in front of the other. You can feel your pulse in your throat. Hear it in your ears. Your palms are hot and anger is what’s fuelling you. You keep walking. A patron swings the door open and you scan the establishment. The venue is different to the previous restaurant, less upscale and easier to disappear into. You’re looking for one person and one person only. Sighing out of frustration you head to the bar, a bartender materializes in front of you in a minute.

“Is Rio here?” You ask.

“Anything to drink?” He asks.

Letting out a long sigh you take a look over the top shelf contemplating it. “Nothing for now, is he in?” You ask liable to blow any minute now and the bartender steps away whispering something to another. You watch closely as they disappear. You feel like breaking dishes, trashing the house and vandalising the car. You wish you could scream.

“He’s upstairs” the bartender says, snapping you from your daydream. Standing, you head up the long staircase. You emerge into an office with a Birds Eye view of the establishment. Rio is sitting in the middle of it behind a wooden desk with money piled high on the corner of it. His calm is in stark contrast to the mania you’re feeling.

“Let me guess, you want to commit a murder” he says breaking the silence with his naturally cool demeanour and that distinct voice. 

“Don’t mock me” you warn and he smiles, pouring a glass and setting it in front of you as you take a seat on the couch in the sprawling space. You take a sip only for the liquor to burn your throat due to inexperience. You make a face and the liquor quells your temper a touch. When your eyes reopen Rio’s amusement is clear as day. You spent three hours getting ready for date night the night you met Rio. Your husband's new role at work was demanding and there’d been distance so you were trying to mend fences and reignite a spark. He’d left and for your pride you picked at what was left of your food from the bar. Rio had been forward antagonistic and amusing, but he hadn't lied.

“Don’t be too mad, she’s not sexier than you are” he says sipping from your glass.

“We’ve been married five years,” you confess to the stranger. Anyone else and your life would be blown up forever. 

“No kids?” he asks.

“Not yet, kids are a part of the ten year plan” you confess meeting Rio’s eyes. You have nowhere else to go. No one else to talk to. Sometimes secrets are safest with a stranger. He holds out the glass again and you take a shot of the brown liquor feeling the burn.

“Ten year plan, where the fuck do you find a guy like that?” Rio muses at your expense. Sighing deeply you look down into the club's festivities as people start to dance. “How’d you find out? She came to you as a woman?”

“Worse, I saw it on his phone. Text thread full of nudes and videos…” you sigh wishing you could unsee the messages from both ends. It was clear your husband was absolutely feral for another woman and vice versa.

“So you’re here to have him killed or beat up or what?” Rio asks, misreading you.

“No” you respond not wanting someone to get a charge for your husband's poor choices.

“Then how can I help you? It’s getting late.” Rio says draining the glass. Your time is up for his thin patience.

“I told you we can’t hang out because I’m married.” You respond by holding up your left hand. The ring is on your dresser at home. 

“So you want me to fuck you as get back. But if we start you’re not gonna want him and I’m not marriage material” Rio says candidly. 

“Perfect” you smile liking the sound of that. You’re going to make your husband pay for his recklessness and absence. You imagine the shock when it hits him that Rio has had you. The thrill is your medicine. It’s the only thing that quells the pain of your husband's betrayal.

“Bet” Rio stands holding out a hand. You take a deep breath taking it as you stand. You use another staircase to a back entrance. You hate the city a little less from inside of his G-Wagon. The ride to his place is short. The home is too perfect to be his home.

“Is this where you bring all your girls?” You ask.

“Mhm” he nods. His honesty is a relief. 

“Where’s the bedroom?” you ask, trying to get your bearings.

“I don’t do crazy, you don’t show up at my job or here if we do this” Rio sets a boundary misunderstanding how your pride works.

“Understood” you nod. He closes the space between you with a raised brow.

“But do you?” He asks as you crane your neck back to meet his gaze.

“Mhm” you nod.

“Yes or no,” he asks, putting his hands in his pockets. For some reason it makes you want his touch.

“Yes” 

“Good, because you're beautiful and I want to do this” he says.

Feeling unsteady you stop yourself from getting lost in his brown eyes. “I don’t do crazy either. You stay out of my relationship outside of when I come to you”.

He smiles, “I dont have the time sweetheart, I have my own shit.”

“C'mere,” Rio says, stepping back. You indulge his cat and mouse game. “Last chance to run, or stay and give him hell” he smiles clearly the devil on your shoulder. Just the thought of James losing it is fuel enough for you to place a palm on Rio’s chest. His smirk is golden and all hesitation ceases. He lowers in a flash, lips crashing into yours. His mouth claims yours pulling back with hard suction like he’s trying to drag the nasty out of you. He’s artful with it and unlike James it’s so hot your brain overrides instinct when his hand holds your neck possessively to get better leverage. You feel your body relax, your mouths sync and the feverishness settles into something slower and more seductive. His tongue crowds your mouth before he goads yours into a dance. You find yourself moaning as he sucks your bottom lip before dragging his teeth gently down your neck. His other hand supports your back while his thumb rubs circled into your hardening nipples. You feel yourself pooling from his touch. Under his grip.

“What a clown, to play with a woman as bad as you” Rio mutters, turning you on even more.

 “Tell me how you want me to take care of you baby?” He asks, pouring fire on the blaze he’s set. Your eyes open to him, your breathing levels out and you look to him for guidance. His lips find yours again. This time the kiss is reassuring and gentle, his hold loosens.

 “Tell me how you want me to fuck you mama” he whispers against your ear and you sigh. “He’s never asked you that huh?” Rio scoffs a smirk falling on his lips. “Shame some men treat their wives like the Virgin Mary when they just want to be slut out. That’s what you want right? I ain’t ya man you don’t have to pretend to be a good girl with me” he taunts. Disgustingly right once again. You find yourself nodding before it can register. He takes you to the bedroom and dims the lights sensing you’re nervous. His shirt comes off and his toned frame is a refreshing change from James who spends several hours a week in the gym.

“I thought you’d have more tattoos” you reflect as he sits on the edge of the bed.

“You have any?” He asks as you straddle him.

“Not one” you smile feeling a little more comfortable. His hands slide under your shirt ridding you of it. He can’t fathom what the fuck your man’s problem was. Why did he cheat so openly when he clearly had more than he could effectively handle at home. You get lost in another kiss with him that ends with his head between your legs.

He’s so good that he’ll always be the person you’re comparing James to. He holds nothing back fully attentive to your every moan like it’s second nature. Your effects on each other are electric. You are both trying to bring the other to their peak without inhibitions or restrictions. He talks you through your orgasm praising you like you’ve accomplished something monumental. You lay at his side catching your breath needing more. It’s like a switch has been flipped and the dam of your desire has been opened. All the neglect coming to a head. You feel hellish as he tosses the used protection. Reaching over you stroke his manhood. Rio watches in awe not expecting it. His eyes close from the sensation following an already incredible orgasm. He kisses you rolling onto his side, rolling onto yours you hold your leg over him guiding him back into you slowly.

“Fuck” he groans once fully sheathed. It’s a final fuck you to James. 

“Come inside me” you plead and Rio nods kissing you deep before obliging completely turned on by the levels of fucked up. He could say no to pussy but not yours. He knew that now in you raw, there’d never be another way and pulling out wouldn’t be an option. Instinct kicks in and his thrusts pick up.

“Don’t stop” you continue getting you right at your spot. His size is perfect, it’s the perfect rhythm, the perfect feeling. 

“Like that?” he asks.

“Rio” you moan, finding comfort in your voice.

“Shit” he groans, closing his eyes firmly to remain in control. He could feel the tension building in him from the slickness and suction of your walls. 

“Right there” you moan loving every second of it. And you feel him inside you. The warmth of his climax fills you before overflowing. Rio looks to see his work completely spent. Fucking another man’s wife raw was a first for him. Enjoying it as much as he had was a surprise. He doesn’t pull out right away leaning it in as you lean in needy for a kiss. He obliges doing another first when he doesn’t send you home right away.

…

Rio leans against the counter watching as you take the plan b. It’s another first there’s been no scares during the course of your relationship. Once you finish he places the glass in the dishwasher.

“Want me to drop you home?” He asks as you turn your phone back on. You see thirty missed calls starting at one in the morning all from James.

“I gotta go,” you smile.

“Need a ride?” he asks.

“To the club, sure, that’s where my car is” you tell him and he grabs his keys happily to oblige.

“When’s the last time you let him hit?” Rio asks.

“Two maybe three months” you tell Rio honestly and he laughs.

“Don’t let him, call me if you need some” he says handing you his phone. You give him your number. “Text me if things get crazy. I don’t need anything crazy happening after we just had sex” he says and you laugh.

“Will do” you nod, getting out of his car and into yours.

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[atamascolily]

Thunderbolt Fantasy ships, summarized

Lin Xue Ya/Shang Bu Huan - The inherent eroticism of fucking your narrative foil--simultaneously your opposite and complement. More importantly, it's about sexualizing that old man and annoying the hell of out him at the same time.

Lin Xue Ya/Sha Wu Sheng - These two have everything: history, chemistry, betrayal, graveyard drinking dates, and a promised rendezvous in the afterlife. Also, bird themes.

Lang Wu Yao/Shang Bu Huan - If "I would go to the ends of the earth for you AND kill anyone who looks at you funny" makes you feral, this is the ship for you. Bonus: Ling Ya as the sassy wingman.

Lang Wu Yao/Lin Xue Ya - The man who never talks and the man who can't stop talking. Rivals to hatesex to a threesome with Shang, what's not to like?

Lang Wu Yao/Mu Tiang Ming - Is there anything sexier than a duet to the death? I thought not.

Mu Tian Ming/Shang Bu Huan - Lang clearly thinks this is a thing, but IDK?? Make it a threesome and everybody wins.

Shang Bu Huan/Wan Jun Po - The Xi You Hot Dads Squad and old man yaoi at its finest. The inherent tragedy and drama of two morally upstanding people ultimately driven apart by whether the ends justify the means.

Dan Fei/Juan Can Yun - Canon. I'm not the first person to make this joke, but it's true: "She's everything. He's just Ken." Utterly adorable.

Dan Fei/Xing Hai - A cleric dedicated to fighting evil and a demon necromancer whose greatest wish is to crush humanity like a bug. A crackship with surprising potential. Please, tell me more!

Lin Xue Ya/Xing Hai - Technically canon in the light novels, where he tricked her into falling in love with him before humiliating her. No wonder she hates his guts--he's the ex-boyfriend from hell who shows up on her doorstep to ask for a favor.

Xing Hai/Juan Can Yun - This may have actually happened in S3 and neither party is happy about it.

Lou Zhen Jie/Seven Blasphemous Deaths - Another canon ship, this time between a nihilist ex-monk and his evil sword wife. I love that this show asks "Would you really love her if she was a worm a sexy demon lady?" and LZJ's response is "HELL NO". They deserve each other.

Lin Xue Ya/Xiao Kuang Jun - These two fucked at least once in S2, I don't make the rules. How else am I supposed to read Xiao pinning Lin to a bed followed by an immediate cut away, and him leading Lin around the countryside on a leash? There was motive and opportunity, and it's a punishment for both of them for wildly different reasons.

Lang Wu Yao/Xiao Kuang Jun - Remember, Xiao was the one to "discover" Lang and was his first patron at the Xi You court. Make what you will of this.

Lang Wu Yao/Chao Feng - Adding sex to their canon relationship would change almost nothing, but since when has the yandere murder princess ever cared about ethics and boundaries?

Lang Wu Yao/Xing Hai - A crackship for now, but you never know… they were last seen in each other's company.

Xie Ying Luo/Therapy - This woman is not ready for a relationship right now, she needs to find herself and make better life choices. Talking to Di Kong does NOT count!!

[multiwreckedmess]

February Filth Fest - Day 4

Pairing: Hyunjin x gn!reader Kink: Public Sex WC: 2k (...whoops) Summary: It’s a bit of a hobby of Hyunjin’s to put on a show wherever he goes. Including the club. Especially the club. (Club bathroom fucking with essentially a stranger) TW/CW: protected penetration, spit as lube, sex with essentially a stranger (both parties are enthusiastic), Hyunjin in a skirt, reader has a “hole”, awkward reader, too many pet names (reader: pet, thing, toy, gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, handsome, love)(Hyunjin: sir, mommy, god)

Once again dear god this is fiction don’t do this, it’s not a moral guide or a life guide. It’s not meant to represent Hyunjin or stray kids in any way shape or form.

There is nothing that makes him feel sexier than the heavy thrum of the bass shaking through his ribcage as eyes rake over his waifish form. Somewhere between genders, at least for the night, Hyunjin doesn’t care who finds him attractive, just that they do. Labels were not to get hung up on, not while the lights were low and the music stunting all attempts at meaningful conversation.

A smile tickled the corner of his mouth looking at you, poor uncoordinated pet, grasping to the one person they knew in the crowd. A perfect plaything. Letting himself take on the walk of a demigendered sex demon he cuts his way easily through the crowd towards the cement wall you had clung to. Just out of your friend's line of sight he stood, cocking his hip to the side and fixing his gaze on you, knowing smirk playing his lips. Beautiful bait for an oblivious sea creature.

The heat of an intent stare bores its way through your thick skull. “That…person…” you wonder to yourself, “they couldn’t be….” Hyunjin dips his head, a polite nod of recognition. You point at yourself, mouthing the question “me” even more obviously than the flailed pointing. Hyunjin nods again with the patience of a saint. It’s all a part of the game. Making something beautiful between two strangers is easier when they aren’t so fucking self absorbed. He exhales a short chuckle as you bump into other patrons, half walking towards him and half looking behind you to check that no one else had thought he were talking to them.

You feel more like a squid on land than a human, somehow both bulbous and flat at the same time,  looking at the person who siren-like has beckoned you away from safety.  Slim sculpted legs adorned with knee high socks and topped with a bright green shiny pleated mini skirt and ripped crop top, the person in front of you can only be described as an angel made of neon filth. Hyunjin’s blonde hair pulled back into a half ponytail, pouty lips falling into a half smile as he watches you look him over.

“May I?” He places his arms over top of your shoulders familiarly, asking for forgiveness more than permission as you dumbly freeze and babble. “The name’s Hyunjin. Or sir. Or mommy, if that’s up your alley. Never daddy though.” His tone is pitched just so that it slots conveniently between the wavelengths of the music and can carry effortlessly from his lips to your ear.

You try to sway to the rhythm like everyone else, shifting weight between your legs, gliding your torso in the opposite direction. Nothing fits quite right with the music or the mood and the sudden self consciousness nukes any flow you feel you gain from the seconds of attempting to groove. A gentle guiding hand moves from your shoulder, trickling all the way down the column of your spine to your low back, and presses you pelvis to pelvis with Hyunjin so closely that you each slot a foot between each others legs. “Explore,” Hyunjin urges in your ear, “I’m the only one watching. No one else cares right now. It’s just us.”

The simple command from them is all it takes, hypnotic as his voice is, to lose yourself. The buzz of his touch at the base of your spine still lingers. You let your vision go hazy and unfocused, zoomed out to give way for your other senses. Hyunjin licks his lips, feeling your body grow more pliant, eyes glassy, as you slip into a trance with him. A small laugh yanks your tenuous thread, your brain hurtling back down through the atmosphere and smacking into your system. Naturally your vision snaps to where you think the source of the sound is. Are they laughing at me? Do I look dumb? Your eased mind revving back into full panicked monitoring. Hyunjin presses your heads together, your eyes naturally falling to the floor to avoid his. “Now what did I say about others, my pet? Just us.” Sweat drips from their brow to yours. Their scent is intoxicating, filling your lungs and hazing your mind. You could bury yourself in his collarbone if it meant you could be surrounded by it twenty four hours a day. “There you go gorgeous, that’s it. See how easy it is to just move with me? Just us like this. Moving together. It’s so natural.” Every word falls from their lips sticky and sweet to gum the cogs in your brain further. “It’s so natural to enjoy another person like this, right?” “God you’re so beautiful,” you babble sheepishly. “I don’t remember ‘god’ being an acceptable title for me, pet, but from you I’ll accept it.” “Sorry sir, sorry mommy, sorry Hyun-” you babble until they kiss you hungrily, stealing the breath from your lungs. They love your star dazzled expression as they pull away from you, strand of spit still bridging your lips. “Again?” You ask perhaps a bit too naively. Two nimble fingers tuck themselves neatly under your chin, fixing your head in place. “Oh pet, of course if you ask like that.” His lips meet yours more gently this time, almost an apology for the force of the previous kiss. Tongue brushing the soft pout of your lip he asks for permission to explore you. It doesn’t matter to him that it's out on the dance floor. That people might be looking. To the contrary, he likes it. Licking into your mouth messily, his purpose is to entertain and delight himself, you, and whoever might care to watch. Smeared lipstick nearly rubbed to nothing, leaving a rosy ring on both your chins, you look as debauched as you feel. Whatever dance you’d been pretending to attempt morphed into mutual slow grind, leaving thighs damp with the others fluids. You’re practically moaning into each other's mouths with every hypnotic swivel of your hips. Hyunjins cock strains against the sleek modal fabric of his panties, ready to change your life. “Hey pretty, wanna play with me?” He gasps into your mouth. “I wanna play with you.” “Mhm, yes, badly, please,” you hesitate for a brief second, “mommy?” You try the title on your tongue. Your nose crinkles, it feels bitter, ill fitted for you. Hyunjin throws his head back laughing, “keep trying handsome. I’m sure one of them will suit what you want me to be for you.” Fingers weaving through the hair at the back of your skull he gently tugs your head back, exposing the front of your throat and taking the sensitive flesh there into his mouth with a sharp suck. Your eyelids flutter with a throaty groan. “God damn.” A sideways smile unseen to you crosses Hyunjin’s face. “That works for me,” he thinks. “I’ll add it to my list for next time.”

Breezing past the door, Hyunjin backs the both of you into the nearest stall, dingy exposed bulbs flickering as the doors slammed. At some point the bathroom had looked cool and industrial, now looking unclean and unfinished, corners left with growing dark grime stains.

“How do you like to play?” Hyunjin pants, sweat dripping from his locks down forming a glistening sheen on his skin. “I-I-don’t know. I fuck I-” “Do you fuck or get fucked,” Hyunjin whispers the question in your ear urgently. “Get.” He hums, grasping your ass. “Alright doll. I can do that tonight if you wish.”

You hadn’t truly considered the other option. He’d been so dominant the whole night, leading you passed every goal post with enthusiasm. “Oh, I just assumed-” “Because I take control?” He tsks, “you can get fucked and still control the scenario. Very old fashioned.” Words catch in your throat and you let out a choked out sorry. “Oh it’s very fine, my toy. Do you want to be a good toy and get stuffed nicely full of cock? I promise I’ll fill you so nicely.” His hands worm their way over the lobes of your buttocks to fondle your little hole.

Gasping you nod and wiggle back, trying to trick his fingers past your entrance. “Please,” you mewl. “Please take care of me sir.” The title comes out easier to you. Hyunjin smiles. “Sir?” “Hyunjin.” “Of all the pretty sounds your vocal chords make I think I like my name the most.” He bites your shoulder as he thrusts a single digit in. Writhing in his arms he coos at your cute little whimpers as he starts to stretch you out for him. “Oh please, please,” you chant and fuck back into his palm as he sucks small red welts into your skin.

“Touch me,” Hyunjin gasps, pulling his panties to the side, erection springing free and tenting the stiff fabric of his skirt lewdly. “Anywhere. Touch me. And don’t stop those beautiful sounds.”

Once your hands begin to roam its hard to settle them. Smooth hard muscle ripples over his lean body, leaving pits and valleys for your fingers to trace. You follow the rough hem of his crop top up to brush thumbs over his nipples. Hyunjin moans distressingly loudly, filling the small bathroom regardless of who may hear. “Good pet. So gorgeous. Keep going, keep exploring my love.”

With newfound confidence you lick a droplet of sweat traveling from his chiseled jawline to his neck. Salty and hot on your tongue your stomach tenses and curls as he shivers. A second finger is added to the mix to properly scissor you open. Your hands dive up his skirt, precum already smeared over the head of his cock. Velvety and heavy in your hand you trace the veins up to the hilt, circling your first finger and thumb around the base. “God you’re so-Hyunjin you’re so perfect.” You murmur, sucking back a pool of drool forming in your mouth.

“Oh pet, you don’t know the half of it,” he pulls his fingers from you, smirking as you moan from the sudden emptiness, and makes a show of tasting you off his fingers. Leaning down he pulls a small gold foil packet seemingly out of nowhere, fisting his dick with one hand as he tears the condom free with his other and teeth. Gathering the spit in his mouth he watches the dripple travel down your crack, pressing the rolling slick into your hole with his thumb. “Now stay with me, okay love?”

The pressure from him entering you forces a groan, “Hyunjin.” The door vibrates with each thrust, the metal flexing outwards and snapping back, threatening to burst. Long arms wrapping around you he pounds you, hands splaying and playing with your front from your hole to your chest. Painting you in fluids as though it were finger paints or glow paint at a rave.

“Good toys are meant to be played with, right,” he whines. “You’ve been such a good toy this whole week you deserve to be pleasured.”

“Mhmmphf,” you try to respond but your tongue hangs numb in your mouth.

“Be a good pet and speak.”

“I deserve to be pleasured.” The phrase spills into one slurred word ending in a moan. “Oh please Hyunjin, please god, fuck.” Your jaw locks with a grunt, muscles tense and ready. You cum, greedy hole spasming around his length, you muscles pulse and shake until they are spent and loose. A ragdoll for him to fuck into with abandon.

He holds your hips tight, keeping you up as he chases his high. It’s his favorite part of the whole production, watching his partners spent frame twitching with opposing wants. Overstimulated but full of desire, begging him for something only he can solve. He can feel his climax in the back of his thigh as it shakes. Thrusts erratic but direct he slams into you fully, pumping into the condom with a strangled moan, knuckles white and grip bruising.

Sitting back on the toilet he pulls you down with him, softening dick pulling from you. “My beautiful toy. My silly pet. My sweet little thing.” Hyunjin dotes a flurry of pet names hoping one will strike the right chord with you. A small gesture of his thanks, of his praise.Leaning you back against his chest your hearts beat in one. The music sounds muted from the heavy cement walls between you. Sticky with bodily fluids you sheepishly exit the bathroom together. A man claps sarcastically and you duck in shame. “Don’t hide yourself, pet, that was the performance of a lifetime.”

Originally the prompt included feminization which i know nothing about so I didn’t try to fulfill it exactly. I just sort of made Hyunjin genderfucky. Honestly...the entire time I was thinking about how my sexual awakening was Him in the Powerpuff Girls and just decided that was my inspiration for this AU!Hyunjin.

[dragynkeep]

love the assumption that rwde just didn't get r*byn just like we didn't get the white fang arc because we're all racist misogynists. it doesn't reek of poc and afab erasure at all.

also loving the irony of a r//wby fan acting like rwde can't understand something as thematically simple as robin hood. never mind that several different rwde blogs broke down why r*byn doesn't work, specifically in relation to her allusion. like no you bowl of soggy cheerios, we understand what RT thinks they were doing, but they failed spectacularly. the issue isn't that she's against ironwood (are you fucking kidding me? that was the reason i was excited for her and v//7) or that she's robbing atlas in and of itself (if only we saw her do it more often. not only would it make her feel less useless to the plot, it would give opportunities for bits of worldbuilding and also heists are very cool and sexy), the issue is that she's a privileged, borderline racist asshole who's put on a pedestal in-universe and out. and they butchered her allusion. seriously. how do you fuck up robin hood, anyway? oh wait, i know! make them a fucking politician who patronizes minorities, throws tantrums when they don't get their way, and is incapable of making decent decisions. anyway i'd still take sienna over r*byn even if RT fucked up her character and made her an eviler adam without the incel. a violent extremist asshole is infinitely sexier than a preachy white savior.

yeah like i’m sorry if in order to “get” robyn, you have to ignore how she as a character not only massively fails in representing her allusion both in design & characterization but how she just. fails at being an interesting character in general.

she steals from atlas to give to nobody. she whines & complains about what ironwood does & demands to be in the know without offering a hand out herself, which while “understandable” in the derived context of mantle, also just makes her massively hypocritical. none of her backup team are likeable, we have them on screen bullying the civillians they’re meant to be protecting, something we barely see them do btw. & her chair throwing moment reads less as a leader who’s reached the end of her rope because her people are being ignored by the council as a whole  —  not just ironwood, who the story will conveniently forget has the least amount of power in regards to the treatment of mantle —  & reads more as a petulant grown woman throwing a temper tantrum.

not to mention how her perpetual temper tantrums end up causing more harm than good: they do nothing to endear the council, nothing to help with jacques, actively make the situation on the cargo plane with clover, tyrian & qrow worse. i’m not seeing robyn as a leader at the end of her rope, i’m seeing a toddler.

& this hasn’t even touched the weird ass way she handles her saviour approach to mantle, which ignores the explicit troubles & enslavement of the faunus  —  alongside some weird appropriation / misdirection of “bare your teeth” that had us thinking she & her huntresses, at least some of them would be faunus  —  only to then have her explicitly other faunus when she humansplains to marrow.

there are many issues with robyn & yes, while some dudebros will hate her just because she’s an outspoken wahmen  —  ironically ignoring those dudebros are the exact audience rooster teeth themselves cultivated for over a decade  —  most rwde posters do not in fact dislike her for this apparent facet of her character. willful ignorance to this just completely devalues their point.

[foodieforthoughts]

When the ball drops

Summary: It's your third year in the Big Apple and you still haven't found your midnight kiss for when the ball drops, until tonight.

Pairing: Henry x Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Fluff!!!

A/N: Happy New Year to everyone! ✨ Watching the ball drop on New Year's Eve in Times Square is my ultimate bucket list! Also not beta read, so don't mind the errors, just had to get done in time before @infinite-shite celebrates New Year's before the rest of us! This baby deserves all the love in the world ❤️

*divider by @firefly-graphics

Title: When the ball drops

The cackle of people's laughter ringed through the pub as the hours ticked by. In contrast to the cold winter air of New York, the inside of the enclosed space felt warm. You quickly pulled on your apron and slid behind the bar, relieving your co-worker from their shift. He hugged you for the New Year that was to ring in about an hour later, happily weaving through the crowd towards the staff exit.

You sighed, grabbing the dish cloth to clean some glasses.

The excitement of coming to the Big Apple had quickly died down for you. You had dreamed of living in the city like the various shows potrayed, feeding lies that everything is magical and full of opportunities in this concrete jungle. But you could disagree with all the contradictions between facts and fictions and align them in a PowerPoint presentation. Not only were you yet to secure your dream job, you lived in a mediocre place with little to look forward to everyday.

Another sigh left your lips, your shoulders slumping despite the merriment around.

"That would be the second time you sigh." The crisp accented voice of a stranger sounded from across you. "What's the matter, love?"

You knew who he was. You ogled at his pictures on a regular basis, especially when he became Superman. But he looked nothing like the Henry Cavill you saw on the red carpets. Clad in a plain blue shirt, jaw sprinkled with the hint of a stubble and hair combed to perfection, Henry titled his head at you with a smile. You looked around at the other patrons, unsure if he was talking to you indeed.

Henry chuckled at your look of confusion. He took a seat at the barstool and grabbed the menu from the stand. With a dish cloth still inside the glass tumbler, you stared at the Hollywood heartthrob. The pub you worked at was frequented with celebs on a regular basis, the only downside being you usually worked for the day shift which meant by the time you rolled out of work, the big shots were only just waking up.

"Can I get-"

"Guinness?" You interrupted him. You meant to say it in your head but the word left your mouth before you could control your lips.

But Henry didn't flinch. He just smiled widely, the dimples in his chin dipping charmingly and his eyes shining like the brightest star under the flickering strobe lights. He slid the menu back towards you and clasped his hands together.

You blinked your eyes several times to rid yourself of the flutter in you belly as Henry smiled at you softly. He watched as you got him a glass and filled it up with his beer. Your hands trembled so much with the nervousness of serving an A list actor, who not only was doing well in industry but was exceptionally sexier in person, that you were worried the foam gathered at the top would dribbled down the sides. Noticing your struggle, Henry extended his hands and placed them over yours to secure his glass.

Electricity. In the most clichéd scenarios of romance movies, you felt a jolt of electricity when your hands touched his, the sparks travelling down your spine to your toes. Sucking in a sharp breath you handed him the glass, chiding yourself over your hyper aware mind.

"What is a pretty lady like you working in a bar at this hour?" He asked, sipping his fermented pint of alcohol.

"Coworker has plans with his girlfriend, like everyone tonight." You shrugged your shoulder, going over to another customer ordering drinks. You could feel Henry's eyes on you as you readied the customer's order. The sound of giggling girls pulled your attention just as the man left with his drink.

You walked back to where Henry sat, nursing his beer. "Anything to go with that?" you enquired, rearranging the shot glasses under the bar counter.

"I am still wondering how, in the world, a pretty woman like you, is stuck here."

You scoffed, more to yourself than him. "Because this supposed pretty woman is single as fuck." The mirth in your voice hid the sense of self pity edging at the corners of your mind. It had been three years since you had first arrived in the city with a possibility of reaching for the stars in both personal and professional life. You had been left disappointed with the jerks and assholes you ended up with, ultimately sitting at home and questioning your choices in men.

You noted the softness creasing at the corners of Henry's eyes. The last thing you wanted was to be seen as a miserable bartender at the end of the year, so you cleared your throat and smiled at him. "What is superman doing at a bar, in New York, alone?"

Henry chuckled. His gravelly thick laughter ringing louder than the music in your ears. "I was just stopping by the city, thought I'll stay to understand what the big deal is with the ball drop."

"Oh my God. Watching the ball drop and kissing at midnight is the most romantic thing you can do with your partner. You should be at Times Square!" Your excitement over the whole New Year's Eve shenanigan was flowing through in your speech.

"Too crowded." He shook his head, groaning and sipping his beer.

You rolled your eyes. "As opposed to this cramped pub?"

Henry chuckled again, throwing a wink at you. You felt the familiar flutter in your belly. You peered at him under your lashes, Henry seemed to be having his eyes only for you tonight. The giggling ladies were desperately trying to grab his attention while sipping on their Margheritas wearing their embellished dresses with low cuts and frills. You glanced down at yourself and frowned. Over the faded blue jeans and white t-shirt, you wore the black apron with the pub's insignia on the left breast. You suddenly became profoundly aware of how 'basic' you might look in comparison to the other ladies.

Self doubt clouded your mind. You politely smiled at Henry and hurried to the other side of the bar to serve the other customers. Maybe Henry only wanted someone to play the horizontal hokey-pokey with him for the night, or maybe he was bored and since you were obligated to talk nicely with him, he had pitched a conversation. Whatever the reason, you did not like how the multiple scenarios would end. You knew your feeble, fragile heart. You would get hurt, one way or another.

"Hi," Henry appeared again in front of you. He had his beer in his hand, his other elbow resting on the counter. "Did I offend you in some way?"

"No. But you are pretty much making me realize, how miserable my life is." Your voice sounded bleak against the booming voices. Tucking your hair behind your ear, you watched the couples snuggle up to each other. It had been ages since you had felt the loving embrace of a man, even longer since you had shared a meaningful kiss with someone special.

"What would you have been doing instead?" Henry's voice pulled you out of your desolated reverie.

"I would be in Times Square, with my significant other, which I don't have. We would get some drinks while standing on the outskirts of the crowd and watch the countdown."

There was a stir of activity in the pub as someone announced that there were only 90 seconds to the ball drop. You hadn't even realized that time had passed so quickly whilst you had juggled your conversation with Henry.

"Well, you have the drinks," Henry reached forward to grab a glass and poured half of his beer in the empty tumbler. "We are at the outskirts of the crowd since everyone is huddled near the TV." You nodded as you watched the couples gather near the enormous flat screen mounted on the wall. "We aren't at the Times Square, but we are in New York."

The countdown read 60 seconds with the red numbers counting backwards. Henry stood up and leaned forward on the counter. You watched with bated breath as he grabbed the strap of your apron and pulled you towards him.

His hand rested lightly on your cheek, his thumb grazing your cheekbone. The smell of beer, his perfume and musk enveloped you, bundling you in everything that signified him. You gazed into his cerulean eyes, the fleck of brown going dark against the blue ocean. Your hands hung by your side, flabbergasted by the surprising turn of events.

"I might not be your significant other," His breath washed over your heated face, his eyes transfixed on yours. "But we can perhaps change that."

"Happy New Year!"

Like the fireworks going off on the One Times Square Building, when your lips collided with his, there was a burst of colorful sparks celebrating the union of two people from across the pond. Henry pulled your face closer to his by grabbing behind your head, his fingers threading through your hair. You finally could think straight as you moaned into the kiss, holding onto the collar of his shirt as the pub erupted with loud cheers. In that moment, everything seemed perfect in the world. You felt your legs turn to jelly as Henry pulled back, breathing through his mouth, tugging at your lower lip with his teeth.

The smug smile on his face returned as he sat back on his barstool. You grabbed onto the counter for support as you gulped lungful of air.

"Did that count as something for when the ball drops?" He asked, sipping his beer and watching you from the brim of his glass.

You nodded. The heat on your cheeks traveled down to your chest, a grin spreading on your lips. Biting your lip you reached for the other glass of beer Henry had poured. "Happy new year to me." You announced before clinking your glass with Henry's.

✨HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS✨

[elenamiria]

Din Djarin, Paz Vizsla, Boba Fett x Reader - Kinktober Day 25

Cock Worship | Erotic Dancing | Overstimulation | Exhibitionism/Voyeurism 

Word Count: 3.5k  Warnings: fem reader, lapdancing, p in v sex, creampies, blowjobs, fingering, deepthroating, size difference/kink, multiple orgasms, pet names, voyeurism & exhibitionism, very lightly edited so there may be mistakes (oops)

Kinktober Day 25 (#1) «  Kinktober Masterlist »  Kinktober Day 26

Main Masterlist & Taggies: @legally-a-bastard​ , @katrynec​ , @mistermiraclee​ , @who-talks-first​

You should have known that sleemo wasn't going to let you get away with it. It was his own fault really. You had repeatedly told him the rules (No touching, no groping, pay up front) and he repeatedly broke them, you should have simply called security and let them deal with it but something about him pissed you off so much that you slipped a little spice into his drink. Not enough to kill him or seriously hurt him but enough so that you could steal his credits and his fancy holo-pad and that he couldn't stop you. It was then that you had security throw him out after grasping his chin tightly and whispering some nasty words to him that you would actually kill him if he ever showed up again. 

Life had gone on after that and you honestly almost forgot about it. That is until the bounty hunters started showing up. Now bounty hunters coming to a club to watch the dancers wasn't unusual and you being requested for a private dance wasn't unusual either. What was unusual was when the first bounty hunter tried to bring you in, though he wasn't the smartest. Trying to slip you a drugged drink which you insisted he drink first, with your assistance of course, and when he took a small sip you had crawled on his lap, pinning his hands down as you tipped every last drop down his throat. 

From there it was really a never ending stream, it had started slow but soon there was one you were fending off nearly every day. It honestly grew exhausting beating them with everything from a small knife coated with a weak poison that would knock them out tucked safely away in your panties, some you just offered money to while others forgot the bounty when you danced for them, one man you kicked in the nether regions so hard he left of his own free will figuring it wasn't worth it. Yes, you were pretty sure that this was going to be your new life - constantly on guard - though you weren't too upset considering all of the hunters paid you for a dance up front so you were raking in quite a few credits. But when three Mandalorians walked in you nearly fell off of the pole you were currently dancing on, you knew they had to be here for you. 

You had been managing just fine when it was single bounty hunters coming after you but three, this was going to be impossible. You continued your routine until the song finished and you quickly switched out to try to come up with a plan. They had sat right in front of the stage you had just been on and deciding to get ahead of the metaphorical speeder you approach them.

You sauntered up with all the false confidence of the world, one of them - the green one - shifted up in interest as you approached as he had been relaxed sprawling over the couch. The blue one tilted his head in your direction and the silver one stood still, you took a deep breath as you reached the trio.

"I assume you're here for me. I'll-"

"We are." Your jaw ticked slightly in annoyance as the silver one cut you off. You paused before opening your mouth to speak only to be cut off by him again, "We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

There was a chuckle from the green Mandalorian though it held little humor, "Let her speak Din."

Din, that must have been the silver one's name. You couldn't miss the way he bristled at the green one's tone, you knew there was no way to out muscle them but the dissonance between them now that was something you could use. Deciding to play up on it you turned your attention to green purring out, "Are you in charge?" 

Again you noticed how Din stiffened at your words and his helmet shook slightly when green replied, "Yes I am, such a smart girl."

You laughed and bit your lip lightly, "Well what I was going to say is I'll go with you three, no fighting, no problems, if you let me give you three a private dance."

"Do you think we're st-"

Din spoke only to be cut off once again by green, "Why would you do that? There's nothing in it for you."

You let out another breathy laugh before replying, "Might as well get my last kicks in before you three haul me to who knows where. Figure I should go out with a bang."

There was silence, greens helmet turned towards blue's and Din seemed to be staring straight into your soul. Green turned back to you with a short, "Fine."

Din launched up as he growled, "No. We aren't stupid, we're not going to play whatever little game this is."

You knew he was on to you but the other two seemed eager to go along with your little scheme. You offered him a soft smile and you strolled a tad closer to him, "Honestly, no tricks and besides am I really that much of a threat to you? I mean it's three to one, if I tried anything I don't think any of you would have any problems taking me down. I mean blue over here looks like he could eat me for breakfast."

On your last sentence you let your voice drop down slightly giving your words a double meaning that you knew blue caught as he shifted in his seat. Din stared at you and you shifted nervously until green spoke gruffly, "Let's go."

You blinked at them before tilting your head and motioning for them to follow you. You slid past the curtain leading to the private rooms and headed to the one closest to the back exit in case you actually managed to pull this off and needed a speedy getaway. You held the silky fabric blocking the view of the room to the side in order for the three men to shuffle into the room. As they got comfortable on the long couch in the front of the room you headed over to the holo-pad that controlled the music and selected a slow, sensual playlist. You hoisted yourself up onto the stage and slipped into your routine trying to ignore the fact that these were bounty hunters here for you. 

You paused when you noticed that the green one had taken his helmet off and faltered as you saw his roguish good looks. He had slid his legs open and a smirk covered his brown face as a gloved hand patted his thigh causing you to stumble. Your eyed him up and down as you slowly climbed down from the stage. Biting your lip you sauntered over to him swaying with the music, you turned and lowered so your ass brushed his thighs. 

Spinning back to face him you swiveled your hips around before placing one leg next to his hip, you trailed your fingers down your leg and smirked as his brown eyes followed your movement. You straightened back up before dropping into a squat and your hands slid up his legs to his thighs. He twitched slightly and one of his hands grasped yours. Lowering yourself to your knees you tilted your head at him with a seductive glance. He guided your hand to his upper thigh and you could tell he was hardening from the way his codpiece moved. You stared up at him you lowly questioned, "What would you like bounty hunter? I'll give you whatever you need."

"Boba. call me Boba and I think you'd look a whole lot prettier with something in your mouth pretty girl." As he spoke he worked on pulling off his codpiece and shifting his pants down in order to pull out his hard cock. You smiled up at him, while you would love to claim you were just doing this to get out of the bounty there was part of you that knew there was something drawing you to Boba and if you had given him a private dance under any other circumstance it would have ended much the same way.

Din let out a discontented grunt as you slipped Boba's hard length into your mouth sliding him as deep as he could go without choking you. Boba moaned his hand grasping the back of your neck as you sucked on his cock, bobbing your head up and down. Your hands moved to wrap around the part of him that you couldn't take while your other hand slipped to play with his balls. You let yourself look up at him doe eyed and slid him just far enough into your mouth that you choked lightly and your eyes watered. Boba's hips bucked as his nostrils flared. When you repeated the motion he groaned before squeezing your neck and pulling you off of his cock. Growling he stroked the back of your neck whispering, "Can I fuck you pretty girl?"

You nodded as you pulled off your already flimsy underwear and clambered onto his lap eagerly. Your hand grasped his cock as you slid his tip back and forth through your wet folds, the blowjob was sexier than you had anticipated and you were aching for stimulation. Boba's hands grasped your hips and you locked eyes as you sunk onto his length. Your walls stretched around him as you slid to his hilt let out a small whimper. Brown eyes gleamed as his hands tightened their grip and he snarled, "I wanna hear you screaming my name, pretty girl."

That was the warning you got before his hips were lifting off the seat to bounce you on his lap causing a startled moan to escape your body. Your jaw dropped as Boba absolutely pounded into you, he nuzzled into your neck pressing soft kisses and nips to the skin there. Your eyes darted to the other two Mandalorians in the room the blue one closest to you was unabashedly watching, a hand resting on his crotch his cod piece having been removed, and Din was pointedly staring at the empty stage. 

Boba grasped your chin to turn your face back to him as he pulled away from your neck, your hands grabbed at his shoulders as his cock slid in and out of you. Your walls fluttered around him as he held your gaze and he groaned at your expression, "That's it, just like that pretty girl. Do you have the implant?"

"I'm safe." You panted out in response. You never liked the names that other patrons had called you but as Boba praised you your cunt clenched around him. He moaned again and his pace sped up, his cock slamming up into you as you cried out his name your walls clinging to him desperately. Your fingers dug into him as you approached your peak but Boba beat you too it as his hips slowed and stuttered as hot cum painted your walls. Squeezing around him you moaned and rocked your hips back and forth slowly to help him ride out his orgasm. Boba steadied your hips on his as he cooed out, "Such a good girl."

Your clenched yet again at his words as you whimpered slightly, another hand grasped your arm and your head turned to land on the blue Mandalorian next you. Dragging your eyes down his body you landed on his impressive length which he had been desperately stroking. Climbing off of Boba's lap with a soft whine you walked in front of the big blue man. His hands slid to your sides, tracing and soothing down your waist and hips. His big palms squeezed at your side and you bit your lip before murmuring, "Will you make me cum Mandalorian?"

He grunted and tugged you forward in between his legs, "Call me Paz. Think you can handle me mesh'la?"

Din let out another irritated noise as Paz gave out his name, his head turned away from you. Paz's gloved hand slid to your wet cunt, slipping two fingers into your folds and thumbing at your clit. Mewling at the intrusion you clenched around his big fingers as he pumped softly, you appreciated the prep as his cock was truly bigger than you had ever taken - proportional to the man it belonged to. Fingers stretched you out, scissoring and curling within your depths, and you clung to his shoulders as short cries flew from your mouth.  Your pussy clenched hard and Paz pulled his fingers from your depths as he nudged your legs apart with one of his knees, "When you cum mesh'la it's going to be on my cock."

You nodded and parted your legs to clamber onto his lap. He lined himself up with you and you trembled in anticipation as his head slowly pushed through your folds. As you sunk onto his cock you couldn't hold back the whimpers as he stretched you out further than Boba had. Tears filled your eyes as he eased you down onto his cock. Paz cooed, his thumbs massaging your lower back gently as his hips arched upwards, pushing into you and filling you to the brim. You whimpered out his name, pussy spasming hard as tears started slipping down your face. Paz started a slow pace pulling out and then pushing in deeper than he had been, "Kriff mesh'la this pussy is perfect, taking me so well. So good for me."

Before you knew what was happening you Paz had sped up and one of his fingers was toying with your clit. A light pinch to your clit had you unraveling completely. Your orgasm had you seeing white as your walls clenched around the length inside of you and your back arched hard, pressing your stomach against Paz. He growled out as his fingers sped up amping your pleasure to the next level and your muscles tensed. The tears that had trickled down your face increased to a steady stream as you wailed his name. 

Paz looped his arms around your waist and suddenly he was standing. You wrapped your legs around his waist with a squeal as he adjusted to grab under your knees just before his hips pumped forward and your hips forcefully bounced against his. The obscene noises filled the air as he bottomed out within you on every thrust.  He turned while still holding you so Boba and Din could watch as he destroyed your tight little cunt. You pulled yourself flush to him as your arms wrapped around his shoulders while he pounded into you. Your whimpers and moans of his name flew through his helmet to reach his ears unfiltered as your face buried in his clothed neck. 

His hips shifted slightly and he hit a super sensitive spot deep within you causing you to let out a loud cry of his name. This pushed him into orgasm as his cock twitched within you and as his hips continued to pump into his cum spilled into you. Your own walls clenched and fluttered around him as an unexpected orgasm swept over you. Head flying back you cried out Paz's name over and over again as your walls milked his length of every last drop of cum. Your breathing was coming out in harsh pants and you could tell Paz was similarly affected as his chest expanded against yours. Your walls continued to tremble and flutter around him as the two of you came down, you nuzzling into his neck as your body shook against him.

In a very gentle move he lowered each of your legs to the ground, keeping a firm arm wrapped  around your waist - without which you wouldn't have remained standing. He held you softly against him until you regained feeling in your wobbly legs and you took a tentative step. His hand found your hand to squeeze affectionately as he muttered, "Thank you mesh'la."

You smiled at him before you turned your head to the grumpy silver Mandalorian who was still pointedly looking away from the two of you. Boba, on the other hand, had been unabashedly watching and was palming at his cock which had hardened again solely from watching you be ravished. You stumbled, you had no illusions about how graceful you were after being totally wrecked by Paz’s massive cock, over to Din as you had noticed a very prominent bulge at the front of his pants. Slipping to your knees you rested your hands on his lower thighs as you looked up at him.

"That looks awfully painful Din, would you like some help with that?" There was silence for several long moments and you thought he was going to put an end to this whole affair and put you in binders on the spot. You were absolutely shocked when he finally grunted and then nodded his head. 

You delighted in trailing your hands up his thighs and feeling how they tensed under your hands. It was easy to slip his cock and balls out of his pants without a cod piece in the way, you smiled up at him as you stroked him softly, "I just wanna make you feel good, that's all."

With that you sucked him into your mouth, allowing your spit to coat him thoroughly as you eagerly bobbed your head. Your spit dripped down his length as you hollowed your cheeks around him and Din's hand cupped your face as you slid him further into your mouth. Your eyes glanced up at him to see his helmet tilting back and you allowed your eyes to slide shut as you opened your throat to him, to focus on pleasuring Din. You gently eased yourself down to take majority of his length, feeling his cock sliding into your throat. Pausing for a moment to adjust and allow yourself to calm your breathing as you slowly eased your head up and down. Din swore and his gloved hand moved to the back of your head, grabbing hard as he spoke, "Shit cyare, I'm gonna cum. Do you want me to cum down your throat?"

You nodded best you could with a cock stuffed down your throat and you cupped his balls lightly. That was enough for him and his hips bucked slightly causing you to gag lightly before his cum was slipping down your throat. You swallowed lightly, fighting back the urge to choke as you worked him through his orgasm. As Din was sure he had shot all of his load into your waiting throat he slowly urged your head back off of his length. Your eyes slid up to his helmet as you pulled off of him and then your tongue dipped out to clean off his tip and shaft of any cum you hadn't been able to swallow. Din swore again as you pulled back and shakily sat of the ground, exhausted from the three men before you. 

There was another bout of silence before Boba spoke again, "It seems a downright shame to bring you to that sleemo now that we've gotten to know you."

You looked at Boba shocked, the man looked as relaxed as he had before. His cock tucked away and his arms spread over the back of the couch. He shot you a smirk as he offered, "What do you say to a little compromise. We get to come back, whenever we want - whether individually or together, and you give us a private dance whenever we'd like."

You couldn't help but let a smirk cover your own face as you saucily asked, "Are you blackmailing me Boba?"

He laughed, "C'mon pretty girl, I think we all know how much you enjoyed that. We'll be on our merry way and you can keep doing whatever it was you were doing to fend off the other hunters, as long as it's not this."

You shook your head, "No, I usually just sedate them somehow. I've never done this with a patron before."

This time it was Paz talking, "Good. Let's keep it that way mesh'la. Only us."

The two of them rose, Boba popping his helmet back onto his head as he headed towards the hallway back to the main area and Paz followed after. Din was the last to rise, situating himself before rising above you and offering his hand. You took it and he hauled you to your feet, hand holding yours for just a moment longer. 

As he stared at you you were positive that he was going to change his mind and bring you in but instead his hand rose to stroke your cheek. Rumbling out, "You tell no one of this. And like they said, only we get to touch you like that cyar'ika. Only us."

You nodded up at him and he stood for a second more before turning away to follow the other two out. You had to gather yourself as you walked over to collect your discarded panties and to come to grips of what just happened. You couldn't remember a time when you had ever been that thoroughly fucked and a smile covered your face as you hoped the three Mandalorians would come back soon.

[alengmae]

Every Story Is Us (CH 5)

(AN: I was convinced by Jess to post this here. IDK why Jess but you work in mysterious ways. To read this in AO3 and my other drabbles, visit here.)

“What you seek is seeking you.”

~Rumi

Penelope choked on her the tiny sip of wine she took. She started coughing but her date carried on like nothing was amiss.

“Yeah, you remind me so much of her. You should meet Mother. I just know she will love you,” he gushed further. He gave her an expectant grin.

She gaped at him in astonishment. They literally just sat down not fifteen minutes ago, yet he was already talking about her meeting his mother on their first date. She knew it was a bad idea to trust Eloise and Fran’s idea. Tinder dates were really not her style. And, based on her first date, she felt vindicated.

She was about to set the record straight when the server came to their table and took their order. She opened her mouth to speak but her date was a lot faster.

“She’ll have the Steak Diane. You don’t mind me ordering for you, right?” he asked as he turned to her.

Penelope was too dumbfounded to respond. He was hitting all her red flags and he was completely oblivious to her irritation, which was awfully apparent since the server’s professional smile turned into a wince. She only raised her glass of wine to the server, who understood immediately her need for more booze. If the server were considerate, she would bring an entire bottle for her.

“Oh and separate bill,” he added before explaining to her with a hint of condescension, “I like to go Dutch on the first date. You don’t mind, do you? Of course you don’t!”

Honestly, she didn’t mind at all. If anything, she would have insisted on it. She felt that he was the type to lord it over after dinner, expecting for something in return. But the way he went on another tangent about his mother, she just knew she was not going to last the appetizer course.

She cursed Eloise and Fran heavily in her head. They insisted she try out the app and look where it got her. She should have followed Daphne’s instructions, to never get caught up in her younger sisters’ shenanigans. As she listened to her date drone on and on, one thing became clear in her mind. She needed new friends.

Nay, better friends.

She just moved from Ireland to London for work. And she met Eloise, a fellow teacher, not too long ago and they clicked immediately. Soon, she was invited to all their brunches and dinners. She fell in love with her family instantly, all eight of them. Although, there was a Bridgerton brother she has not met yet. Seemingly, that Bridgerton was off traveling the world and was on a lengthy tour this time around. And, if he was anything like his siblings, she knew she would come to love him too. But, right now, that love she felt for all things Bridgerton started to wane. She said she didn’t want a date but no, Eloise and Fran had to drag her kicking and screaming into one.

She was pulled out of her reverie when her date grasped her hand. He gently caressed her with his clammy hand and she nearly shivered from disgust because why was his hand so wet?

“I just knew as soon as I saw your picture you’d be the one. Even mother said you’d be a good wife with your wide-set hips,” he beamed at her.

“Oh my god,” she gasped out loud. She tugged her hand back and excused herself to the restroom. She needed to get out of this date. Never in her life had she felt so uncomfortable. She frantically dialed Eloise to come save her but there was no reception at all. Her annoyance reached an all-time high. Was there a fucking signal blocker installed in this facility? She lingered outside the restroom, hidden by the stately plants decorating the restaurant, and repeatedly scrolled through her phone for a miracle. She was close to screaming in frustration.

It was then she felt a finger lightly poke her back. She swiveled around and saw the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. He was exactly her type: tall, dark and handsome. He was incredibly fit, and wearing clothes that highlighted his muscular body. He had on a sympathetic smile and lips that were begging to be kissed. Well, hello there. Maybe his attractiveness short-circuited her brain because she just stood there gaping at him like an idiot.

“Sorry,” he modestly started, “I couldn’t help but notice. Are you alright?”

Penelope nodded, heat spreading on her cheeks. She must have looked like a mad woman, pacing to and fro in front of the restroom. She smiled weakly at him.

“Are you sure?” He glanced in the direction of her date and she grimaced. Her date was openly picking his nose in public at the moment. Penelope had to close her eyes in an effort not to shudder in repugnance. “Anne told me you might need saving.”

She perked up at the name of her server. She might have found her salvation after all. “I…actually, I might,” she bashfully admitted. “I need rescuing from my date. It’s a Tinder date.” She felt the need to explain why. Obviously, this handsome man in front of her probably think she was crazy for going on this date in the first place. And, just in case he might be interested, she wanted to make herself appear saner.

“No worries. I’m your guy,” he reassured her. When he grinned at her, she swore it went straight between her legs. The pull of her attraction to him was insanely intense. She had never felt anything like this before with other men.

“Colin, by the way,” he held out his hand, which she met coyly. “Penelope.”

She marveled at how long his fingers were compared to hers, how rough his skin was against hers and how dry his hands was compared to her date. Her mind started to wander to more wanton thoughts as he shook her hand. His fingers should be illegal, she mused. When he let go, she already mourned the loss of contact.

“Alright, Penelope. I’ll be your knight in shining armor tonight,” he stated excitedly.

Ugh, and he’s charming too? How the hell was he real?

He urged her back to her date without a game plan, only a wink. She got too pre-occupied with said wink to even ask about how he planned on rescuing her. She reluctantly sat down across her date again.

“You sure took your time there,” her date stated said evenly. “I hate waiting. Be more prudent next time.”

She almost threw the basket of breadsticks to his face. Colin better come right away or else, she will stab the man in front of her in the eye with a breadstick. Before she could openly berate him, Colin marched to their table purposefully. He stopped with a loud dramatic gasp.

“Penelope, how could you?” he bellowed scandalously. “After ten years of marriage, this is what you’re doing?”

“What the fuck…” she mumbled in shock at his theatrical display. Her date appeared to be equally confused at the scene in front of them.

“And you left Colin Jr at home by himself to meet up with this man?” Colin continued his melodrama without pausing. “What does he have that I don’t?”

“Wait, you have a kid?” her date’s furious question jerked her from her bewilderment.

“I-“

“I thought you were a virgin!” he cut her off, for the nth time this night.

“That’s where you draw the line? Me not being a virgin?” her incredulous voice was shrill in affront.

Even Colin stopped with his dramatics with a revolted, “Dude.”

Thankfully, this was the moment her date decided to storm out. “Mother was right, after all. Never trust anyone from the internet,” he spat at her before he left.

Penelope hissed back, “It goes both ways!” She clutched her wine glass and chugged the contents in one go.

Colin took her date’s seat and stared at her, eyes twinkling in amusement.

She glared at him. “And you, Colin Jr really?” she asked with a huff.

“I got carried away. You should have seen your face!” He laughed out loud. But she had a sneaking suspicion that he planned it all from the start. She supposed, once that her outrage had passed, it was hilarious. She started giggling with him.

He was about to stand when the food came out, along with a bottle of wine. Penelope stopped him from leaving. “It’s a shame to waste all these food I’d end up paying for. And really want to thank you for saving me from that horrible date.”

He appeared hesitate so she added further, “After ten years of marriage, this is the least I could do.”

He laughed out loud again. It definitely was her libido acting up because she felt herself swoon slightly to his baritone laughter. She found herself wondering if he had a Tinder account. He gestured for her to pick which plate was hers. She gratefully took her previous date’s salmon dish and pushed the steak towards him. They ate, happily chatting about everything under the sun. He regaled her with stories of his vast travels, one story similarly exciting as the next. She offered her childhood tales from her Irish motherland. He started talking about his work, and how he just came back from Morocco after missing his boisterous family. And she started opening up about her insecurity of being in an unfamiliar country all by herself. He held her hand in consolation as she admitted succumbing to homesickness sometimes. He comforted her by recounting comical anecdotes from his travels.

If she was awestruck by his good-looks, she was even more enamored by his wit and sense of humor. He made her laugh so hard but he also made her think. There was nothing sexier than a sharp intellect. He was becoming more dangerous to her as more times passed.

They stayed together until it was closing time. And she barely noticed the passage of time. It wasn’t until Anne cleared her throat in front of them that they noted that they were the only patrons in the restaurant left. She awkwardly asked for the cheque but Colin stopped her.

“This one’s on me, Anne.”

Their server nodded and bid them a good night before leaving.

“What? Wait, Anne!” She tried stopping her but her pleas fell on deaf ears. “I was supposed to treat you,” she grumbled lightly to Colin.

He shrugged. “How can I ask the mother of my child, Colin Jr, to pay for our date?”

She paused, blushing profusely. “Even if she dared to date someone else tonight?” she teased playfully.

He leaned in, whispering conspiratorially, “Even when she tried to date someone else tonight. And might I add, she looks absolutely lovely tonight.”

Smooth like fucking butter. Her face must be red as a tomato right now, she reckoned. “Well, Colin Jr’s dad is not bad looking either.”

He beamed at her. She wanted to look away because he was too beautiful, it’s just not right. But he gently grasped her hand and asked softly, “Can I have your number? I really liked our time together and I really like you.”

“I like you too,” she replied, breathless.

He started leaning towards her, eyes locked on her lips. She did the same, magnetically slanting her body closer to his. Just when they were a fraction of an inch away, the kitchen door busted open with Anne bustling out.

“Boss, do you want-oops! My bad!” She retreated as fast as she came.

Damn it, Anne! Her scowl must have been a sight since he started chortling. He kissed the back of her hand reverently after to assuage her.

“Wait, she said boss?”

It was his turn to be sheepish. “I own this place.”

She blinked. That explained his intervention. “I clearly chose the wrong place to cheat on Colin Jr’s father.”

“I don’t know. I thought you were at the perfect place and time. I think I’m plenty lucky tonight,” he said sincerely.

She didn’t think she should voice out that if he kept on being sweet like that, he will get even luckier tonight. She only replied, “I’m glad.”

She exchanged numbers with him eagerly before bidding him a good night. But before she could step out from the restaurant, he gathered her in his arms and crashed his lips against hers. And it was magic and satisfaction and bliss and release all rolled into one. She clung to him, desperate against the tide of overwhelming emotions. When his tongue slipped into her mouth, she was completely swept away. It felt as if she would come undone with just a flick of his tongue. When they broke apart, they were gasping for air and sporting giddy grins.

“Good night, Colin,” she called out sweetly.

“Good night, Penelope.”

She didn’t sleep at all that night. The butterflies in her stomach were too flighty. And her excitement could not be abated, even as she knew she was attending a Bridgerton brunch the next day. She was groggy when she came in but a smile could not seem to leave her face.

Eloise pulled her aside to interrogate her about her Tinder date last night but the flurry of excitement filled the room. Everyone was enthusiastic for some reason. “The long lost Bridgerton is finally coming home. The prodigal son has returned,” Eloise said wryly. But Penelope detected her friend’s delight beneath all the sarcasm.

“Oh, that’s good,” she could not help but mirror her friend’s pleasant demeanor. She was already riding the high from last night. Another cause for celebration was just the cherry on top.

“Yeah, apparently he came back yesterday from Morocco in secret so he could surprise us. But Hyacinth still can’t keep her trap shut, ruining the surprise.”

“Morocco?”

It was then that she heard a familiar voice bellow out his greetings. She whipped her head fast and her eyes met his across the room. It was cliché but she would swear to anyone who would listen that at that moment, time slowed down. When their eyes met, it felt like nothing else mattered. And her heart leapt in anticipation as he crossed the sea of people to meet her.

“Penelope?”

“Colin.”

“You two know each other?” Eloise asked, awed.

She smiled brightly, eyes locked onto Colin. “Of course! We’ve been married, what…ten years now?”

He snickered harder upon seeing everyone’s bewildered faces. “Colin Jr missed you last night.”

Eloise interrupted again, “Is he talking about his dick?”

Penelope chose to ignore her friend now that Colin intertwined his hand with hers. “Did he now? I should go visit him some time.”

“I’m sure he’ll be ecstatic with your visit.”

“So how does tonight sound?” she asked, playful in her inquiry but nervous with his answer.

He kissed the back of her hand sweetly. “Perfect. I know a place. They serve the best Steak Diane.”

She laughed.

[scarfacemarston]

Q for Quirk in the fluff alphabet. Gimme the Abi content I desire, please (I say with all the love and respect for you lol)

Good news! There will be a second prompt in the future. I forgot to add them both for Abigail, but the he good news for you I got them straight and you will eventualyl have DOUBLE Abigail! :D I can't think of anything better myself. Woo! You all may always ask for the Abigail content, my friend. I’ll mix Modern and Canon here. :) Let me know if these should be quirker and I’ll write some more happily!

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship. I say, why not a few things? 1. She is very tall for a woman and quite strong from carrying Jack and I just posted a gif of her pulling a sick John along with Charles’ help. She can help you reach stuff! anytime and if you’re around her height, that’s okay, she’ll wear loger  heels and look even sexier. Also, that means when you guys shop, she probably carry more things than you and can push a cart faster.  She’ll grumble a little, but she’ll do it with a huff and a roll of her eyes - but with a smile nonetheless. She can also climb trees quite well! Yes, you heard correctly. 2. We all know she can sew and knit. First of all, how cute would going with her to a craft store be? Amazing. She can tailor things for you! Is your hem too long? Fixed. Button falling off? Fixed. That’s more rare in the modern times. (For me at least?) But she is ALSO handy! She can change the oil in her car and of course knows how to replace tires. She can do simple things like that because her amicable ex John taught her. (We stan a healthy break up.) She may or may not know how to hot wire a car. It depends on who you ask. 3. Carnival games. She is damn amazing. You want any prize? She’ll make sure you have it. She knows all the tricks the workers use because  A. She had nothing else to do as a kid and the carnival workers felt sorry for her. She practiced a lot.  B. She dated a carnival worker for a while. It went....not great. Not the worst, but not the greatest, but boy did he talk.  C. She worked in a dive bar as soon as she was able to talk her way into a position and saw all sorts of people. She practiced darts and all the bar games and again, the bar patrons would tell her EVERYTHING and ANYTHING and that included workers from lots of backgrounds. So, you’re getting that Teddy Bear, or that huge ass Sponge Bob Square Pants Squishy, Or that spinny, light-up loud plastic thingy that no one has a name for - but everyone knows what it is when they see i because it’s at every carnival.

She just hopes you hide it from Jack.

[carllisle]

patron saint of dilf x milf

God bless xx literally can think of nothing sexier than milfs and dilfs coming to me with all their problems for me to fix while they also devote themselves entirely 2 me <3

[iridescentjin]

Bright Eyes - part 1

Summary: Yoongi is entranced by you from the moment he sets eyes on you.

Genre: Smut and Angst. Smangst...

Warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), not explicitly protected sex...but also not explicitly unprotected...let’s pretend they used a condom,

a/n: Hello, this is for my friend @taetaesbaebaepsae because she is a snake and requests things that she knows will hurt me. I hate you, and I don’t know why I ever DMed you in the first place....I’m kidding. Please still be my friend.

Word Count: 2411

Yoongi didn’t even want to go to the stupid open mic night in the first place. His friend, Namjoon, was really excited to go read his poetry, and Yoongi couldn’t say no to the expectant look on his face. He had always been a sucker for Namjoon, and Joon knew it. He figured that he would read one poem and then never owe Namjoon any favors ever again. He was reluctant, but he eventually yielded to Namjoon’s pleading.

He had planned on it being an uneventful night. Up on stage, he felt comfortable and content. He had always had a knack for public speaking and being on stage, so he didn’t mind having all eyes on him. And he would have been fine, but he looked out into the audience and was met by a pair of bright eyes, twinkling under the house lights. You seemed entranced by his words. He hadn’t felt butterflies in his stomach in so long that he thought that he had come down with a sudden case of stage fright. He trailed off a little, losing his focus when he saw you, but he quickly regained his composure.

And you were drinking in his every word. You leaned forward in your chair, chin in your hand, and he wanted to grab your hands right there and lace his fingers through yours. He wanted to run his fingers through your hair. You made him feel seen and heard in a way he never had before. There in that coffee house, surrounded by maybe 30 other people, he felt something in him change. It didn’t hurt that you were wearing a low top and tight shorts that clung to your ass in the right ways with fishnets underneath.

When you got up on stage, there wasn’t even a hint of nervousness in you. You were confident and sexy, and you clearly knew what you were doing. The words spilling from your mouth were refined and precise, and the way you talked about sexuality and sex and femininity in your prose hit Yoongi in his chest. You talked about how you’re a goddess, and you deserve to be worshipped. Yoongi thinks he would worship you every day for the rest of his life if you’d let him. He had to adjust himself in his chair when you imitated an orgasm into the microphone, every patron in the coffee shop shifting their eyes to you. And you giggle and flash a bright smile, and, to him, it feels like it’s just for him. Like you know what you already do to him, and he doesn’t even know your name.

Joon is up next, and Yoongi tries to focus on his words, he really does. But you’re leaning against the coffee bar, one foot up behind you, typing furiously on your phone with your brow furrowed. He realizes that his feet are carrying him toward you. You don’t look up at him when he comes over, but he knows you see him because a devilish little smile spreads across your mouth.

“Hey,” he says awkwardly, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, “your shit was really good.”

“Yeah, I know,” you sass back, and he would be afraid he offended you if you didn’t look up at him with those bright eyes and that smile. Ugh that smile could stop his heart.

“I agree with you, by the way,” he says, a slow smirk starting to spread across his face.

“Oh? About what?”

“You’re kind of a goddess,” he spits out a little too quickly to be as cool as he wanted.

“Yeah, I know,” you say again. Then you quirk an eyebrow, “so what are you gonna do about it?”

His breath hitches in his chest because he isn’t used to talking to women at all but especially one as confident and forward as you are. He stands silently in front of you for a second, runs a hand through his blonde hair, and pushes his tongue slowly across his bottom lip. 

“I have to wait for my friend to be done,” he points up at Joon of whose poem Yoongi has not heard a single word, “and then maybe you’d let me take you for a drink?”

“As long as that drink is at my place, you’ve got a deal,” you say, reaching your hand out and taking his phone out of his hand. You type in your number and hand it back to him. He saves it as “Bright Eyes” next to “y/n.”

He listens impatiently to Namjoon’s poems, but he can’t focus on the words because you’re on the other side of the coffee shop, talking with your friends, and he wants nothing more than to be next to you, feeling the warmth of your presence.

You finally leave together, chatting in the Lyft all the way to your place, and his hands are itching to touch you. He’s never wanted anyone this badly, and he isn’t sure what about you has him so rapt.

As soon as he’s in the door behind you, his hands are on you. He holds your hand as you show him around, he puts his hands on your hips while you make the drinks, and he puts his hand on your thigh while you sit on the couch drinking. It isn’t enough, he thinks, but it’s something.

When you kiss him, he feels like he’s going to suffocate. He wanted it so badly, and now his breath is caught in his throat. Your lips soft and plush against his chapped ones. You explore his mouth with your tongue, and he’s on fire. The two of you make out for a long time, and he’s so hard against his jeans he can hardly think.

His mouth is on your throat, leaving delicate marks all over the sensitive skin. You peel his shirt off and run your hands over his chest, and he lets out a little whine. You kiss his collar bones and his chest and back up to his neck. 

Then suddenly everything that felt like it was moving in slow motion feels like it’s moving way too fast. Suddenly, he’s in only his underwear while you still have most of your clothes on. You take him into your bedroom, and you strip slowly in front of him while he whines and whimpers on the bed, fighting the urge to stroke his cock while he watches you.

He’s never begged for sex before. He’s never had to. He’s a good-looking guy with a lot of swagger who tends to be pretty dominant in what he wants, but something about you makes him feel like he wants you to take control. He wants to bend to your will.

“You think I’m a goddess, right?” you ask when you’re just in your bra and underwear, running your hand through your hair. He thinks he’s going to have a heart attack.

“Yes, you are,” he pants out as you continue not touching him, “let me worship you. You’re a goddess, and I want to pray for hours.”

And you agree. He lets you lie down on the bed, and he positions himself between your thighs. He runs his hand over your clothed core, and he can feel how hot and wet you are through your panties. He can smell you, and all he wants is to devour you. He presses his lips against the lace and runs his tongue in a circle around your clit. Your hips jerk a little toward him, and he moans against you.

He pulls your underwear down and sees how shiny and pink you are, waiting for him. “Let me take care of you, doll,” he says as he slides his finger through your arousal. 

His mouth is on your clit, alternating between sucking and licking. He slides a finger into you with moan and soon after he gives you another one of his long digits. You’re falling apart underneath him. You’re moaning and arching your back and having a hard time controlling your hips, and he holds your legs open as you cum around his fingers. He licks off his fingers and then continues to lave his tongue at your entrance and up your folds. You’re writhing underneath him, and he’s never seen anything sexier. He can’t stop his hips from rutting into the bed underneath him because he needs some kind of relief while he overstimulates you.

You pull his hair, and he looks up at you. Your face is even more gorgeous fucked out, and he’s pushing himself against the mattress again.

“Come here,” you whisper, and he climbs up the bed to kiss you. You keep your hand in his hair, twirling the tendrils around your fingers. You caress his dick through his underwear, and he nearly collapses.

“Do you want me to make it better?” you ask in sultry tone, the lilt of sass still in your voice.

He nods frantically, “please.”

When he’s inside you, he buries his face in your neck, breathing you in. You clench around him, and a growl escapes from deep in his chest. He knows he isn’t going to last long, so he brings his fingers to your clit, massaging a steady rhythm, bringing you closer to the edge. When you start moaning and clenching around him, tumbling into your orgasm, he falls off the edge right after you. 

When you’ve both come down from your orgasms, Yoongi wants to hold you, and you let him for a little bit. Then you start to say that you have an early day tomorrow, and he can take a hint.

A few days later, he texts you, and he’s nervous until you reply, agreeing to go out with him. He takes you to coffee and dinner several times over the course of a couple of months. He takes you on fun dates and lazy dates. He hasn’t ever put this much effort into dating a woman, but you’re kind of aloof. He knows what he wants, so he works for you. Once he feels like he has you cuffed, he feels a sense of accomplishment. That’s his girl. His bright eyes.

One day, Yoongi heads to a coffee shop to get his usual iced Americano, and, while he’s waiting in line, he hears a familiar giggle. His eyes shoot to where the sound came from, and he sees you at a small table with some other really handsome guy. You seem really comfortable with this guy, your chair scooted closer to him, your hand on his forearm. Yoongi tries to rationalize it to himself that you are just kind of a touchy person.

Then you kiss the guy.

Yoongi falls apart. He leaves the coffee shop with his head down and his mask pulled up. He goes home and shuts himself in his room, putting on headphones to drown out the sound of his friends. He stares at his phone and waits for you to text.

The next day, he’s a little bit tipsy when you text. He had been trying to drown out the sound of your laugh, your perfect laugh that wasn’t meant for him. You ask to come over, and he replies “yes” a little too quickly.

When you show up at his apartment, you look stunning, like you always do. Your hair hangs in loose curls around your face and cascades off your shoulders. Your shirt shows off your cleavage with a loose cardigan over it, and your signature short shorts show off the curve of your ass and the line of your legs.

You giggle when he immediately pulls you into a tight hug, and you ask, “what has gotten into you, Yoon?”

“Be honest with me…” he starts, slurring a little bit.

“I’m always honest with you. You know that,” you respond, furrowing your brow at him.

“Are you cheating on me?” he asks timidly, trying to keep the tears from pooling in his eyes.

Your face twists a little bit, something like a mix of confusion and pity.

“No, Yoongi…” you start, but he interjects.

“I saw you with that guy at the coffee shop, y/n. Don’t lie to me,” he feels the lump rising in his throat, heart pounding so hard that it feels like it’s going to break his sternum.

“Changkyun? Yeah, I went out with him the other day,” you begin. You pet the back of his hand. “But no, I mean, Yoongi, I’m not cheating on you because you aren’t my boyfriend.”

His stomach drops. He’s wracking his brain over every date that you’ve had and every interaction, every time you’ve been to his place. He realizes that you’ve never actually had a conversation about being exclusive. He wanted to be exclusive with you from that first time, but he knew you needed time. He had assumed that you felt the same way he did from the way you held his hand and said his name. His eyes are burning with the tears that he can’t control anymore. 

When the first tear falls, you say, “Oh no, honey, don’t cry. It’s just a misunderstanding.”

He doesn’t feel good when he asks you to leave, but he knows he has to or else he’ll end up begging you to be with him.

You don’t return his texts, and after a week, he stops trying. He knows that he has to stop, let it go. Move on. He knows that. He, however, does not do that. Instead, he spends his time writing poems and raps about you. Everything that he does, he thinks about how it would be better if you were with him. He also knows that eventually it will hurt less. 

One day, while he’s walking home from the bus, he sees you, walking down the sidewalk, hand laced in another man’s. When he looks at his face, he realizes that it’s the same guy from the coffee shop, Changkyun. He tastes his bitter jealousy in his mouth, rising up like bile. He forces his feet to keep the same stride, continuing walking confidently even if he’s screaming in his mind. He walks right past you, and he doesn’t stop when you say his name. He looks at you one more time, big, bright eyes causing his heart to flutter uncontrollably. Then he keeps walking, keeps on moving. And now he knows he can.

[moosefrog]

Unfeeling my arse

Pub patron: They says a Witcher has no emotions; cold and unfeeling as stone...

Jaskier: HA! *slams his pint down which rattles the pile of empty pints next to him*

Jaskier: If ONLY that were the case!

Jaskier: Yelling at ME! Like it was MY fault!

Jaskier: Me! His loyal bard! The one who made him famous!

Jaskier: Gonna... gonna write a NEW song about how BITCHY witchers are! And-and SENSITIVE!

Pub patron: Er... about what? What's yer witcher sensitive and bitchy about?

Jaskier: ...butt stuff.

Pub patron: *blinks* 'Butt stuff'?

Jaskier: Butt stuff! *peering into his now empty pint wondering where all the beer ran off to* You know, sexy butt stuff!

Pub patron: D: Whut?

Jaskier: *blinks* Whut?

Pub patron: You said 'sexy butt stuff'? *a small crowd has gathered and there's some uneasy murmurs*

Jaskier: Yes! A salamander, not-not the little ones in the creek, one of those... those big ones that are on fire! One of those!

Pub patrons: *look at each other in confusion. CLEARLY the bard was in his cups but there's nothing a pub full of drunk patrons liked more than to hear about sexy butt stuff*

Jaskier: It burned the arse out of his trousers! And he yelled at ME! Like it was MY fault!

Jaskier: 'Whoo, but the smell of burnt hair lingers, doesn't it?' That's what I said when I saw his baby smooth arse cheeks!

Jaskier: Burned the hairs clean off! And left his arse rosy as if it'd just been spanked!

*someone in the crowd pushes another pint towards Jaskier and he drains half before he pauses and looks at the rim of his pint in sorrow*

Jaskier: I shouldn't've told him that. Bout the spanking. *drains the rest of the pint and slams it down*

Jaskier: Or 'bout how it was a good look on 'im.

Jaskier: *already starting to fall asleep*

Jaskier: The red-arsed, white wolf of Rivia...

Pub patrons: THAT was the 'sexy butt stuff'? Poo. Boring! I've heard sexier buttstuff. etc.

[thesocialfables]

September has been working at Heaven's Hideaway for almost a year now, and even in that short amount of time, she saw more than she ever needed. She saw more affection, more adoration, more money, more problems, and more pains. Like so many young girls before her, she was only supposed to be passing through the problematic strip club.  Only needing enough money to cover her school tuition, and then she would be done. It goes without saying that September had already met her goal. The truth was she could've walked away from Heaven’s Hideaway just three months after starting. With enough money to cover what she owed, plus the next year in full. Sure, she had pissed the other dancer’s off in the process, namely Rhapsody, but she made it up to her when she did a private party for her later that week.

September wanted her reasons to keep dancing to be brooding. But there was something about the way the lights lit her body up that kept September coming back for more. When she was on that stage, she never felt sexier. From the moment she stepped out, she was more than everything she had been before. With the spotlight on her, September commanded the attention of everyone in the room without saying a single word. From her view on the main stage, she could see just how lost and weak the men of this world could be. Even with money being thrown at her from thirsty boys ready to risk it all for just one-touch to her petite body, as long as she was up here, she could get a man to confess his darkest sins to her. And there wasn’t a thrill in the world that would replace how powerful she felt. Be that as it may, her deep-set insecurities shouldn’t have been the reason September couldn’t leave this hellhole behind. There shouldn’t be anything stopping her from quitting and going home to her loyal boyfriend.

Unlike other girls, September didn’t pick a nickname for TK to call out over the club’s speakers. When he welcomed her to the stage, he called her name. As the spotlight found her snow colored body, she looked more like cocaine as those who decided she was their new favorite expense fortified the front of the stage to get their fix. The saddest of them all would dig deep in their pockets just to have September’s sea like eyes tell them it would all be okay. Still, she had to admit it was hard to see some of the faces in the crowd, as the frailest fella in here tonight – was Dante.

Her boyfriend had shown up to the club about an hour ago, drunk. He wanted September to leave work early so they could ‘talk’. As September wondered why he too wasn’t at work, the club’s den mother, Venus, asked her to cover for Echo, who was making her own hours usual. From the stage, September watched Dante close. He had never given her a reason to fear him before, but as she watched him stare down the rally of her regulars, calling out his girl's name and tossing money at her nearly naked body, September feared Dante’s sins would ruin everything she had going for herself. More now, than they even did before.

Just as September could see the thought to defend his ego cross Dante’s mind, TK began to hype the crowd for the next dancer. As Venus assisted her with picking up her earnings, she kept her eyes on Dante as well. Because regardless of what September’s workplace may have looked like – this was still the girl’s job.

“You gotta be past the drink minimum now, huh?” September spoke from behind Dante as she approached him at the bar. His back was to the woman, as his eyes were still fixated on the stage September had just exposed herself on. Hearing her voice, over the pulsating trap music and clamor of unwinding men, Dante turned towards his girl. Upon his first look, he was in awe. From her blonde curls to her pink toes, Dante had loved September since he first laid eyes on her five years ago. However, looking at her now under the neon glow of Heaven’s, he couldn’t help but feel betrayed. September’s model physique had once been a view for only his eyes only, but now every asshole from the south bay to upper north knew what lay beneath.

Dante expected his girl to be dressed and ready to go – since he had told her they were leaving almost an hour ago. And yet she stood before him scantily clad in a soft rose garter set. While hiding his anger, Dante said, “We really need to talk.”

“So talk,” September said as she signaled for the bartender to give her a shot. “I got some time. Is it about why you not at work?”

“I think maybe we should go home and talk about it.” September took a moment to survey Dante’s face carefully. She didn’t need to go home to know what he needed to talk about. She was sure it had everything to do with her dancing because lately, it seemed Dante couldn’t keep a job. He worked exactly four days at his last job before he spent four months awaiting the next. Two weeks was his record this time.

“I’m at work, Dante. I can’t just come and go as I please.”

“Work?” His voice implied that it was a question, but it was the heckling in his tone that made it clear those six shots of Hennessy he consumed had him ready to get some things off his chest.

“Did you get fired again?” September shot back, feeling attacked. At the same time, she had to agree with Dante. Here at her job was not the time to talk about this. Closing the gap between the two, she backtracked on her words. In a sensual and apologetic tone, she said, “You know what, you were right. Let’s just talk when I get home.”

“We can talk now. Go get yo stuff, we leaving.” His tone was stern. So much so when the words cleared his mouth, Dante moved away from September, tossed back one more shot, and headed towards the exit.

“Dante,” September called behind him, exposed more now than when she was on stage. As she once again approached his guarded stance, deep in a den of wolves, her customers sensed her unprotected energy and salivated at the unraveling scene. “I’ll be home soon, baby. And then we’ll talk, okay?”

Although all the other girls discouraged it, September wasn’t breaking any rules when she kissed Dante’s lips goodbye. And then his hands slipped down her waistline to hold her heart-shaped butt in his hands. September would’ve let it slide, knowing Dante needed this at the moment. But as September spotted her boss slipping out the side door, she pulled Dante’s hands back. Needless to say, he didn’t like that.

“Wow,” he said, stepping back. September tried to explain why she moved his hands before the man caused a scene. “So you’d rather stay here and act like a hoe, then be with your fucking man?”

From her place under Dante’s chin, September remained silent. Instead of risking her job to argue with Dante here, just so she could argue with him at home, she looked around. She thought Rhapsody and Echo were just mean girls when they warned her not to have her boyfriend hanging around Heaven’s Hideaway. There was nothing in the official rules that said her boyfriend couldn’t visit her at work. But as she stood, dodging the starved stares from the club’s patrons, all the power she just felt was gone.

Flushed with memories, September remembered how she first felt when she got up on stage. It was an overwhelming feeling. All eyes were on her as she felt the room judging her. She had watched the woman before her get showered in dollar bills, and September figured she’d just repeat everything she did and get the same response. But her rainfall was like a light drizzle. September had bombed on stage three nights in a row before Lola gave her some advice. The next night on stage, September did just as the club’s star dancer had said. Envisioning herself alone with Dante, riding his dick. She didn’t understand how that was going to stop her from being nervous – and then she tried it. Instantly she felt in control. She moved her body across the stage to a standing ovation. She would never work the pole like Lola, but against a bed of 10s, 20s, and 100s, September kept her mind on top. Just the same, as quick as her new confidence came – it had all faded away now. The same guys she had just taken for a ride now saw her as nothing more than a pretty face they wouldn’t mind bending over if they had a chance. And that wasn’t going to make her no money.

“I see you when I get home.” September repeated, pushing past the man to continue working.

"If you don’t leave with me now-”

“Or what!” September shot back into Dante's words. One final time, September walked over to where Dante stood. “You’re drunk, Dante. Go home, sleep it off, and we’ll figure this out in the morning.”

“Ain’t shit to figure out!” He yelled, extending his 6 foot-frame to tower over the woman he loved. He was putting his foot down. “This the life you want, go for it. But I ain’t gon stick around and look like a fool. You wanna talk about work? I lost my job today because I had to defend yo hoe ass. I knew this was a bad idea. You dropped out of school, anyway!”

September could see Buddy the doorman and his security team, as they began to approach the two of them. As they drew in closer, she contemplated matching Dante’s energy and telling him of all the ways he made her look like a fool. Instead, she held her tongue. Staring into Dante’s eyes, she could feel that power he attempted to take away begin to resurface. In the middle of a strip club, Dante’s biggest fear was getting ready to come true. September spared a look towards those who were hoping for the worst and felt more in power than before. “Okay.” She said, motioning towards Buddy to give her a second before he kicked Dante out. “If you’re home when I get there, we’ll talk. If not. Well,” She kissed Dante’s cheek sweetly before she headed towards the locker room hidden behind the club’s stage.

It took everything in her not to tell Dante of all the ways he was a fuck up. To remind him of all the times she would cover shifts and do private events to make ends meet since he couldn’t keep a job. To paint the man a vivid picture about the time she went to the champagne room with Fargo, despite all the rumors she had heard. All because Dante couldn’t keep his mouth closed or his hands to himself – or even his dick. September had turned to Heaven’s Hideaway after all of Dante’s promises to support her through college fell flat. After falling behind on multiple bills, almost losing their apartment, and still needing to cover the remaining balance of her tuition, September continued to wait for Dante’s help. When she first started dancing, he was with it. The money had begun rolling in, and he was in-between jobs even then. This new attitude of his had only come after Dante fucked Rhapsody – and now he wanted her to quit. Despite being lied too, let down, and cheated on, September never once bought it up after she forgave him. If only he respected her enough to do the same.

Either way as September, pranced through the club, savoring in the looks of desire and need, it didn’t fucking matter who did what to who anymore. Never again would she question why she started dancing or wonder why she still was. Never again would she lose her power, more now than ever.

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Chapter 8

A/N: Well you asked for it and now you get it! Here is the next chapter for your lovely people!

“Unc Harry!” George hollered Harry’s name and came running towards me. “Swing in the air!” Harry bent down and threw George up in the arm catching the small prince in his arms. Grasping his body Harry angled little George like he was an airplane and ran through Will and Kate’s apartment while the prince giggled and squealed in delight.

Kate laughed at the two playing with one another while she prepared a dinner for her little family and her brother in law. Harry was down on his knees playing with his young nephew and listening to George ramble on. The young prince had recently started to really talk and now wanted to talk all the time even if it was a bit hard to understand him at times.

“Unc Harry helo copper?” George smiled up at his uncle while lifting up a toy helicopter Harry had bought George as a present.

“Yes, your uncle Harry wants to fly a helicopter.” Harry always had a inner kid side to himself and he loved to spend time with his nephew. He had arrived back from base earlier that morning and attended an engagement with his brother for William’s conservation charity, Tusk Trust. William insisted that Harry come over for dinner that night to catch up and spend time with his nephew George.

Harry accepted without another thought having known that Alexa was busy volunteering with SORRT (Street Out Reach Response Team) that night, a community out reach team that targeted high-risk areas with homeless teenagers and children working along side the London Police. Their aim was to build up community relations and give support to homeless teens such as ensuring they had a safe place to stay off the streets and access to health and education services as well. He had to have a distraction knowing that Alexa was out on the streets of London in a few rough areas of London into the late hours of the night.

“How has flight school been treating you, Harry?” Catherine asked her brother in law that was still crouched down on the floor playing with George. A welcomed distraction for the toddler as his mother was able to cook dinner without interruption.

“Oh you know Kate. Busy, hard.” Harry shrugged. “Exams are the worst bit of the lot, but once I get up flying it’s all worth it.”

“I bet.” Kate smiled making brief eye contact with Harry. “All the hard work will be worth it in the end. I know we cannot wait to be there supporting you when you get your wings.” George stood up and ran over to his toy box to search for a new shiny toy to play with uncle Harry.

“You know I went to a domestic and sexual violence woman’s shelter a few weeks ago.” Kate began to speak. “I met someone who was at Eugenie’s engagement party… an Alexa? She is a social worker at the shelter, Guardian, the charity I am considering becoming patron of.”

Harry’s eyes snapped towards Kate who was already suspiciously eying the prince. “I remember seeing you two talking at the party…” Kate tried to get anything out of her brother in law who sat on the ground silently staring up at her.

“Yeah, I remember her. We talked a bit.” Harry nonchalantly answered; not wanting to give Kate any further hints that he was indeed seeing Alexa privately.

“She was so passionate about her work and gave such an insightful tour of the place. You could really tell how smart she is and how much she adores working with such vulnerable people there.” Kate tossed the salad together. “It seems like a good fit to me. I really want to become patron of Guardian.”

“Then I am sure they would be delighted to have you as patron, Kate.” Harry smiled before George came and plopped down on his knee and held up a book. “Story? Read?” His big eyes stared up at his uncle.

“Ok, George. We only have a few minutes until we eat.” Harry dived into the book.

A few minutes later William emerged from his office and walked down the hall towards the sound of Harry’s voice as his younger brother changed his voice to fit the characters of the book he was reading to George. William smiled wide hearing George’s little laugh. He was grateful that his brother had a relationship with his son. George often asked for uncle Harry to read him a story at night, his parents simply could not imitate the characters in such silly voices as his uncle.

William sauntered over to his wife who was almost done preparing the dinner. He placed a hand on her lower back and rubbed it gently. “Sorry, love. I had a call to attend to.” The prince leaned in and smelled the aroma of marinated greek chicken, one of his favourite dishes that Kate made. “Smells delicious! Is there anything I can help with while Harry has George distracted.” William chuckled as he glanced over seeing Harry toss George over his shoulder upside down and carry him around the room.

“Everything is nearly ready.” Kate stepped in closer to William and glanced up at her husband wanting to have a quiet conversation for just the two of them. “Do you think Harry is seeing someone?” Kate watched William’s eyes turn and watch his little brother closer as he thought of an answer. “He comes back to London way more now and he seems happier.”

William nodded with a knowing smile. “Well, Harry will tell us in his own time if he wants too. Let’s not put more pressure on him as curious as I am to find out and get more ammo to toy with him.”

“All I am saying is I think I am right, William.” Kate winked at her husband before calling Harry and George for dinner.

“You always are my dear.”

“Do you want to wear these heels tonight? With that dress you will be a total knock out!” Eugenie handed Alexa a pair of strappy black heels that would go perfectly with her deep green halter dress that had a keyhole slit in the front. A group of their friends were going out on a night of clubbing in London and Harry along with a few of his friends were going to join them.

To say that Alexa was nervous was an understatement. The other night, their date ended in a hot and steamy make out session and Alexa was not entirely sure she would be able to act like nothing was going on between Harry and her. They had spoken on the phone the night before and knew that they would be in public and potentially photographed and thought it was best to be friendly instead of acting like they were dating on the off chance they were photographed together.

“Yeah I will wear them!” Alexa slipped them on and twirled around in front of the mirror.

Alexa’s phone buzzed as it received a message from Harry. “Uh, do you mind if Harry comes over for a few minutes before we leave?” She tried to coyly ask, not wanting to make a big deal of it.

Eugenie looked away from her mirror for a second and winked at Alexa. “So you two can get the snogging out of the way tonight?”

Alexa nodded while biting down on her lower lip. “Maybe… It’s going to be hard enough tonight.”

“Yeah. I have a guest room if you need to have a quickie too.” Eugenie tossed her head back laughing knowing very well that her comment would tease Alexa.

“Oh shove it!” Alexa snapped back and slipped on the other heel waiting for Harry to arrive. She could hear Jack’s voice saying Harry’s name as she walked out of Eugenie’s room to see Harry standing with Jack at the entrance.

“How you doing mate?” Harry asked Jack as they dived into a little small talk. Hearing heels click across the flooring Harry’s eyes followed the sound seeing Alexa walking towards him looking sexier than ever. “Damn….” Harry muttered loud enough for Jack to hear.

“Well, uh, good luck keeping your hands off Alexa tonight.” Jack patted the prince’s back and walked away to leave them in peace as he passed by Alexa. “Hi, Alexa.”

“Hi, Jack.” She smiled at him and continued to walk over to Harry.

“Hi…” Alexa smiled at the prince as she shyly glanced away after seeing how Harry was staring at her checking out.

“Hello… there.” Harry took Alexa in as his eyes roved over her body. The blonde stepped closer into him making her body flush up against Harry’s. “You look gorgeous, like always.” The prince flirted with a tilted head while a cheeky grin formed on his lips seeing how Alexa immediately blushed and became shy.

“Thanks.” She mumbled while twirling her blonde hair with her fingertips.

“Honestly do not know how I am going to be able to keep my hands let alone my eyes off of you tonight. If that is not the definition of Mission Impossible then I don’t know what is!” Harry could sense the nerves seething from Alexa about tonight. His hand found her hip and pulled Alexa closer to him allowing him to lean in and kiss her temple softly. “You ok? You are awfully quiet.” The prince noted.

Alexa lifted her head to look up into Harry’s blue eyes. “I am a little nervous about tonight…” She admitted to the prince. “I am so happy we get to see each other again, but I kind of only want to spend it with you and not all the prying eyes that follow you.” Alexa half smiled. “I have to be careful around you.”

“You are scared of people finding out that we are seeing each other?” Harry spoke exactly what Alexa was trying to say.

“Would you be upset with me if I said that I was?” Alexa searched his eyes for any hint of an answer.

“Not at all.” Harry breathed out. “I feel the same way, Alexa. It’s not that I don’t want them to know, now just isn’t the time while we are still figuring things out between us.” He wrapped his arms around her and rested them on her lower back. “The last thing I want is to put more strain on you by… outside pressures.” Harry subtly hinted at the real issue. “Believe me you don’t need that right now, we don’t need that right now in our relationship.”

“I understand that, but that does not make things any easier.” Alexa nodded slowly and sighed a breath of relief knowing that they were on the same page. But, that did not entirely calm her nerves of having to be so close to Harry yet not being able to be more than friendly with him.

“Now, I came here to get a kiss before we leave so…” Harry flashed a smirk before tilting his down towards Alexa’s waiting lips. He had been waiting for what seemed like forever to capture her soft lips against his own. Alexa snaked her arm around his neck and pulled him down harder on top of her, eagerly wanting more and in the process bit down a little on his bottom lip.

“Easy babe.” Harry giggled while taking in a breath. His tongue stretched out and gently asked permission to enter. A light gasp gave him the perfect chance to explore Alexa’s mouth further. The two of them were completely unaware of their surroundings as they continued to make out getting in as much time as they could before having to leave and behave for the rest of the night.

“You two done yet?” Eugenie’s heels clicked across the floor from behind them and caught them mid kiss.

Alexa’s lips flew off of Harry’s before he even had a chance to convince her to keep kissing him. An embarrassed Alexa buried her head in Harry’s chest to avoid looking at her best friend and the cousin of the man she just locked lips with. Harry was grinning from ear to ear as his eyes landed on Eugenie who was rolling her eyes back at him.

“No we actually weren’t, but thanks to you Eugenie I have no choice not to be.” Harry bantered back with his younger cousin. He heard Alexa release a light gasp and swatted his abdomen playfully at Harry’s remark to Eugenie.

“Be nice.” Alexa scolded him before turning around to face her friend who was already displaying a raised eyebrow at Alexa.

“Ready to go?” Eugenie’s lips upturned into a smirk and then zoned into a mark on the side of Alexa’s neck she must have missed earlier. “Oh my god!” She stepped forward to Alexa and moved her hair further to the side to confirm her suspicions before turning to glare up at Harry. “Did you just give her a hickey?!”

“No that was a few days ago when were making out in my backseat.” Harry saw the color leave Alexa’s face as her head slowly turned and shake her head at his response with a disappointed look.

“Really?! Harry?” Alexa could not believe that Harry said that to Eugenie. “You know what, I am ready to leave right now. Will see you at the club or don’t show up, I don’t really care at this point.” Alexa was not thrilled at how Harry had just acted in front of her best friend. “If you do, leave your attitude behind. It’s not appreciated.”  

Harry looked towards Eugenie and saw the dreaded look she was giving indicating that he had definitely put his big foot in his mouth and was indeed in trouble. “Alexa, wait.” He reached out to grab her wrist, but she walked right by him and out the door without a second glance.

“Good job, Harry.” Eugenie patted his arm before walking out behind Alexa.

Alexa kept glancing towards the stairs that led up to the private area of the club as if she was waiting for someone to come in, well hoping in particular a certain someone would. Despite their little spat at Eugenie’s, Alexa still wanted to spend time with Harry. A little nudge from beside her broke her concentration.

She looked beside her at Eugenie and leaned in to hear her speak. “He will show up, don’t worry.” Eugenie nodded while staring into Alexa’s green eyes. Grabbing her drink she downed it needing more liquid courage.

As if right on cue, in walked Harry up the steps tagged along by a few of his friends. His eyes landed on Alexa, but he quickly looked away and headed straight for the bar as if he was ignoring her intentionally. Alexa breathed out feeling her anger return from earlier in the night. She was upset at how Harry handled the situation in how he took things a bit too far and was using their private moment together as a dig against her best friend. Knowing it was probably best that she had not walked out and left him there, but she simply could not bear to talk with Harry after how awfully he embarrassed her.

Alexa engaged in the conversation that was being held around the table as the drinks kept flowing. If Harry was going to ignore her, then Alexa would do the same to him. She listened to one of Eugenie’s friends talk about her holiday she had recently returned from as she told a probably far-fetched story about it. But, no matter how hard she tried to focus on the woman’s words, her mind kept drifting away and thinking of Harry.

Out of the corner of her eye, Alexa could see Harry approach with his mates. She tossed her head back in laughter pretending to not even notice his existence. Harry sat down directly across from her proving Alexa’s plan to be more difficult than she anticipated.

Harry took a sip of his drink and stared right at Alexa as she attempted to remain coy and do everything in her power to not even give him a glance. The prince smiled watching Alexa clearly ignore him, but his eyes lingered on her waiting for the moment she would slip up.

Alexa’s breath quickened feeling Harry’s blue-eyed gaze on her. There was no way Alexa was going to give him what he wanted. She forced a smile and leaned into Eugenie and whispered something in her. “I want to dance, come with me?” Eugenie kept eye contact with Harry the whole time Alexa spoke into her ear.

Eugenie glared narrowly at her ginger cousin before nodding her head in response to Alexa’s question. Harry watched Alexa and Eugenie leave the booth giving him a good glimpse of the back of Alexa��s dress that exposed most of her back. The blonde did not even look at the prince giving him no time of day.

He simply shook his head and took a big drink of his beer and saw Jack staring at him over the brim of his glass with crossed arms. “What?” Harry mouthed to him.

“Fix it.” Jack mouthed back as the two held a silent conversation across the table. Jack was now becoming pissed that Harry had dragged Eugenie into the matter.

“Hey, that girl is definitely checking you out.” Harry’s friend Adam leaned in and yelled above the music into the prince’s ear. His eyes lined up with Adam’s view as they landed upon a blonde that was eying up the prince, being flirtatious with her eyes. Harry could not help but check her out seeing the skimpy dress she wore that left literally nothing to the imagination. She would not put up a fight like Alexa. Harry thought to himself.

“Go get her a drink.” Adam egged the prince on. “Or I will.” He teased Harry. The prince made Adam move so he could get out of the booth and go talk to the woman. Harry first headed over to the bar to grab a few drinks needing a moment longer to think things over.

Normally, Harry would have been happy to flirt with that woman, but there was something inside of him that made the prince feel an insurmountable level of guilt building from within. He leaned up against the counter of the bar while waiting for his drinks. His eyes happened to look towards the dance floor and caught a glimpse of a blonde woman in a classy, but sexy dress dancing without a care in the world.

That woman was Alexa.

The only woman he wanted tonight.

Harry received his drink order from the bar tender, but he just stood there watching her from afar completely forgetting about the other woman. That pang of guilt was there because of the feelings he had started to form with Alexa and the consumed alcohol momentarily formed a lapse of judgment in the prince. If he truly wanted to hurt Alexa he would go over and flirt with that woman, but he simply could not. He did not want that, he wanted to be there dancing beside her.

His eyes remained glued to Alexa watching her body dance to the beat of the music. His lips spread into a smile seeing her twirl around in a silly manner and dissolve into a fit of laughter without a care in the world. A man came up from behind Alexa and put his hands on her swaying hips. She quickly turned around and pushed him off of her and held her hand out indicating not to come close to her. Harry gritted his teeth together with a tightly clenched jaw seeing it all unfold in front of him.

Alexa turned back around starting to dance again, but the man was simply not taking no for an answer and this time aggressively grinded up against Alexa’s backside. Harry sat his drink down hard and hastily flew down the steps towards Alexa to confront the man that she was yet again pushing herself away from.

Alexa’s POV

“Get your hands off of me!” Alexa yelled and tried to push her body off of the man who tried to tempted fate again and grinded up behind her. He grabbed her wrist and creepily smiled at her.

“You have a great ass… let me feel it.” He tugged on Alexa’s wrist to make her turn, but she fought back.

“I suggest you let go of her right now.” Alexa’s head snapped up hearing a familiar voice come to her rescue. Harry had stepped in between Alexa and the man to prevent him from doing anything else to her.  Alexa looked up at Harry to see his jaw tightly clenched with an anger plastered on his face that even frightened Alexa to her core. She had never seen this side of Harry before.

“What? Is she your girl?” The man still was not letting Alexa go as he tugged her wrist harder making Alexa slam into Harry’s side.

“Yes and I won’t be as polite the next time I speak.” Harry spat out.

Eugenie had now stopped dancing wondering why her cousin was beside Alexa and could now see the situation unfolding in front of her. She knew how protective Harry could get sometimes and this was not going to end well.

“I said. Let. Go.” The prince challenged the man as they silently glared into each other’s eyes, neither one backing down without a fight.

“Fine.” The man dramatically let her wrist go as Alexa pulled it close into her body. “You better keep that hot ass out of her then, next time she won’t be as lucky to have you.” The man warned the prince before turning to walk away.

Harry practically lunged forward at him and grabbed his shoulder spinning the man back around. Alexa ran forward and put herself between Harry and the idiot that was about to get his face smashed in by Harry. Placing both her hands on the prince’s chest she tried to push his sturdy body back, but he was too strong for Alexa.

“Harry. It’s not worth it.” She begged him not to start a fight here. His eyes were glued at the man, throwing daggers at him. If Harry did not stop this behaviour soon he would draw a crowd and bring to life both of their fears.

Alexa gave Harry a hard shove on his chest, but still could not make him back away until a small hand reached down and grabbed his. She did not want to have such contact not wanting to give any hint that they were an item, but Alexa had no choice.

“Please don’t make a scene.” Alexa’s soft voiced caused Harry to look away from the man down to her pleading green eyes. Her hand wrapped around his and gave it a small squeeze. “Please… do it for me.”

Harry could feel her hand trembling while grasping his hand in an attempt to calm him. “I am fine…” Alexa continued to beg him to stop and let it go which was completely out of character for the prince not to stand up for someone he cared about.

“Get the hell out of here.” He told the man who practically ran away from them. Alexa immediately dropped his hand and turned away from the prince walking away towards the ladies room and pushed the door open. She needed a few minutes alone to calm down.

Not even less than a minute, Alexa heard gasps fill the bathroom. Her eyes looked up in the mirror to see Harry’s reflection a few feet away from her.

“Sorry, can I have a minute?” He asked the ladies around the bathroom who cleared out quickly leaving the two of them alone. Harry stepped away for a second and ran to lock anyone else out. He had to admit, it was not his most genius idea.

Alexa was standing looking at her reflection in the mirror with her arms crossed. “So much for subtle, Harry. Real fucking subtle.” She could not even bare to look at him.

“Fuck, I know.” He laughed nervously and then apologized for swearing. “Sorry I have had a few.”

Alexa turned to face the prince with a less than impressed expression and sighed. “I don’t like what you did out there. You put us –”

“His hands were all over you! I saw it all!” Harry tried to defend his actions while closing in the distance between them. “You pushed him away and he came back for more and well he got more… well not exactly the kind of ‘more’ he was thinking of.” Harry started to laugh, but shut that down quickly as his eyes made contact with Alexa who stood there still unimpressed with him.

“I do not need you defending me. I am perfectly capable taking care of myself!” She raised her voice at him. “I don’t need you to be -”

“Oh ya, Alexa?” Harry interrupted and mocked the blonde. “You had everything perfectly in control before I stepped, didn’t you?” His voice rose an octave.

“Yes! I could have handled it, but you jumped right in to be the hero and save the damsel in distress!” Alexa swayed back and forth speaking in a low manly tone while mocking the prince in return. “I am NOT your damsel, Harry! I am not even your girlfriend! You cannot lose it on a guy like that, what if you had hit him?! What then?” She was trying to get the prince to see why his behaviour was irrational.

“Jesus fuck!” Harry ran his fingers through his hair. “Why are you being so difficult tonight?!” He shook his head and ran his hands down his face. “Why can’t you just be-”

“Difficult?” Alexa stepped forward. “That’s what you think?” Tilting her head, Alexa’s eyes narrowed at the prince shooting daggers through him. “Me getting upset that you practically told my best friend… your cousin….” She emphasized before continuing. “That you were making out with me and bit my neck in the back seat of your car and then told the world?! And thoroughly embarrassed me in front of her.”

“Well, it happened didn’t it?” Harry tossed his arms up in the air. He did not see what the big issue was.

“Yeah it did, but… you were an arse about it.” Alexa grew quiet averting her gaze away from the prince. “I could have handled it myself tonight…” She was slowly starting to see Harry’s side of things as her soft voice gave way. “You did not seem to give a damn about me a few minutes before that anyway! Why did you care then?”

Harry took in a couple deep breaths in an attempt to calm him down. Fighting with Alexa was the last thing Harry wanted to do tonight. He closed in the space between them and wrapped his arms around Alexa. The blonde hesitated for a minute before welcoming his embrace and leaned into the comforts of his chest.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you and I know you can handle yourself.” He breathed in her sweet scent. “But you should not have too with me.” Harry let the words sink in before continuing. “I know I over stepped with Eugenie and embarrassed you. For that I apologize, but, I will not for trying to ensure your safety.”

She picked her head up off his chest and held his gaze hostage for a quiet minute. “But, we are only dating… I am not your girl, Harry.” Alexa breathed out. “I did not want you making a scene and getting in trouble over me.” Alexa confessed quietly.

“I may have taken it a little too far…” Harry slowly spoke as if he was trying to convince himself of the same thing. “But, he was all over you and you clearly did not want him to be, regardless who you are to me I would have stepped in.”

“You are right.” Alexa nodded. “Let’s stop this, please.” She started to rub Harry’s back seeing that look of anger growing on his face. “Thank you for stepping in for me, Harry.”

“No need to thank me.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I just want to get out of here now.”

“Let’s stay for a little while longer and have a good time. You need to have a little fun and de-stress a bit.” Alexa stood on her tippy toes and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Ok. Ok.” Harry agreed to staying with Alexa a while longer. “How the hell am I going to get out of here… and you out of here without people knowing who I was talking too.”

Alexa pursed her lips together and scanned the room. An adorable expression lit up her face as she came up with a brilliant idea. “I will hide in one of the stalls and wait a while. Once people come in, they won’t know who.”

“Not only are you beautiful, but you are also a genius.” Harry giggled seeing the expression on Alexa’s face of her plan.

“Ok, go now!” Alexa backed away from him and motioned for him to leave as she stepped into a stall and closed the door.

Harry unlocked the door knowing that there would be a line up waiting outside. He put on a brave face and opened the door. “Sorry ladies, it’s all free now.” The prince speedily walked away as fast as he could before anyone could determine who he was.

Making it back to the private area, he scooted into the booth where all of his friends were waiting including a nosy Eugenie. “Where the fuck were you? Where is Alexa?” She immediately interrogated him.

“She’s coming. What has she been drinking tonight? I am gonna get her a few before she comes back.” Harry practically had to pry the information out of a stubborn Eugenie who was still apparently angry with Harry.

“Vodka cranberry with club soda.” Eugenie told the prince through a clenched jaw.

A few moments later Alexa emerged from the ladies room and had cleverly disguised her identity as the woman Harry had been talking too. Her heels clicked up the steps toward the private area of the club to find her friends waiting for her.

Two of Eugenie’s friends were headed back to the dance floor. “Alexa! Come dance with us!” They tried to pull her away, but said she would sit this round out.

She scanned the table and Harry was no where to be found until he suddenly appeared at her side carrying a drink from the bar for her back with him. “Oh hi! Is this for me?!” Alexa thanked the prince before sitting down next to Harry’s friend Adam.

“Well, hello.” Adam flirted with the blonde the second she sat down. “I’m Adam.”

“Alexa.” She shook his hand politely and took a sip of her drink.

“Did you steal my mate away from me?” Adam whispered into her ear and caught Harry’s stare.

“It was not that long was it? I am sure you survived just fine.” Alexa giggled. “Besides, he helped me get rid of a handsy guy.” She leaned back in her seat and shared a look with the prince.

“He’s always the protective one.” Adam shouted loud enough for Harry to hear him. “Especially over smoking hot woman like yourself.” Harry’s eyes glared at Adam, sharing a warning to back off of her.

The two of them sat beside one another for the rest of the night. Enjoying the company and the ever flowing drinks that came across their table. Every now and then, they would be able to share a stolen glance or a have a few minutes to talk before things would get too suspicious and they would dive back into the group conversation.

However, beneath the table their hands were intertwined, their fingers remained locked together while they laughed, drank and conversed with their friends. No one was able to see their subtle connection, but to them it felt like they were connected to one another.

Alexa blinked her heavy eyelids and was feeling the effects of all the alcohol she managed to consume. She squeezed the prince’s hand and he immediately locked eyes with Alexa. Her green eyes said it all, she wanted to go home but they would have to leave with Eugenie and Jack in case there were media waiting to capture the royal’s night out.

Alexa pulled out her phone and texted the princess who was sitting across the table from them asking if she was ready to leave. Within a few minutes, the princess replied and their group dispersed from the table.

“Hey, I am going to catch a ride back with Eugenie.” Harry leaned back into the booth the tell Adam that he was leaving. “See ya again mate.”

Adam winked at the prince noticing that Alexa was leaving with them too. “You two have fun now. You were not so coy as you two thought you were being.”

“Keep it between us.” Harry confirmed what Adam was thinking, but he was not going to deny one of his closets friend’s suspicions.

“Got it mate. See ya around ginge.” Adam waved goodbye to Harry and saw the blonde waiting for him. She offered a quick wave back before turning and walking out beside Harry.

They were fortunate that there had been no leaks that night and were able to swiftly leave out of the back entrance undetected with only a few drunken eyes laid on them. Harry and Alexa were able to climb into the back seat of a separate RPOs vehicle giving them a bit more time alone.

Alexa sat in the middle seat clasping Harry’s hand as she struggled to stay awake. Her head bobbed up and down as the prince teased Alexa before telling her to rest it on his shoulder. The plan was for Alexa to stay overnight at Eugenie’s in her spare room, but by the time they had arrived back at Kensington, Alexa was fast asleep beside the prince.

Harry unfastened her seatbelt and pulled her body to the edge of the car as he climbed out. The prince picked Alexa up bridal style and secured her as close to his body as possible. Eugenie stumbled ahead of the prince and started gushing at how cute it was seeing Harry carrying Alexa in his arms.

“I am going to take her to the cottage with me.” Harry was sure that Eugenie was in no state herself to make sure Alexa got into bed alright and he also had a few spare rooms himself.

“You better…” Eugenie slurred out trying to finish her sentence, but nearly fell into the gravel as Jack steadied her. “Behave.”

“I will make sure she is alright… in the spare room.” Harry ensured a drunken over protective Eugenie.

Harry turned back around and headed down another path towards Nottingham Cottage, his own private place on the Kensington grounds. Alexa moaned a little as her eyes fluttered open.

“Am I being carried?” She giggled uncontrollably.

“Yes, go back to sleep.” Harry laughed, but it only made Alexa pick her head up and look up at Harry.

“I really like your eyes you know.” Alexa’s glassy green eyes stared into his.

“I think I prefer yours, Alexa.” Harry had quite a few drinks himself, but could obviously control his liquor better than Alexa could. Alec was walking ahead of them and opened a small gate for the prince to shuffle through.

“No no, yours.” Alexa drifted back asleep in his arms.

Harry kicked open the spare room door and flicked on the light switch with his elbow. He gently set a sleeping Alexa down on top of the bed which made her eyes fly open for a brief second and then flutter softly as if she was trying to stay awake. The prince sat down on the edge of the bed and unfastened her heels, tossing them to the floor. He inched closer up into the bed and tucked the covers over top of Alexa, still in her green dress. Harry did not want to invade her privacy and try to take it off of her, so he felt it best to leave it on.

“Harry?” Alexa rolled onto her side. “Will you stay with me?” Her green eyes pleaded with him while he felt her soft hand clutch his loosely.

It took all of him in that moment to not give Alexa what she wanted having his own judgment impaired by a healthy level of intoxication. But, she was not in the right state of mind and was wrong for Harry to take advantage of her in that state.

“Not tonight.” He simply replied. “You are in my spare room and have the whole bed to yourself.” Harry giggled seeing the adorable smile turn the corners of her lips up.

“It’s so comfy and warm.” She wiggled her body into the soft fabric and closed her eyes, falling back asleep right in front of the prince.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes longer to make sure Alexa was ok. He leaned in and placed his lips softly against her forehead and kissed her good night. Pushing himself off the bed, he walked out of the spare room and turned off the light, shutting the door behind him.

Feeling the same effects as Alexa, Harry had suddenly grown tired. Flopping down on top of his bed, the prince passed out into a deep slumber.

[frangipanidownunder]

Twas the night before Christmas: fic

A/N This is for my anon who sent a prompt ‘M&S debate the existence of Santa Claus’. This is set now, post season 11, no baby. 

It turned into something a little sexier and longer than I expected. And, it references How the Ghosts Stole Christmas, so posting it today on its 20th anniversary seems fitting.

A little NSFW so there’s cut. Happy Holidays, all.

He’s hanging his stocking from the hook in the mantelpiece. There’s a warm glow from the fairy lights on the overly grand tree in the corner; they blaze and fade, highlighting Scully’s precision-positioned decorations.

              “Is there some kind of mathematical equation for hanging baubles that I have been ignorant of all my life?” he asks as she hands him a mulled wine.

The warm smell of cinnamon hangs in the air. She snuffs a laugh from her pink-tipped nose and he picks up the poker to stoke the flames. The fire crackles and spits and he steps back, slotting an arm around her waist.

“Have you been naughty or nice this year, Mulder?” Her upturned mouth shimmers in the light, too pretty not to kiss.

              She tastes of spice and citrus. “The year’s not out yet. Why don’t you let me know next week?” He burrows his chin into the juncture of her neck and shoulder and he can feel her breasts move against him as she laughs.

              “Well,” she says, shouldering him away with a slow smile. “Let’s see what Santa puts in your stocking tonight.”

              He looks down at her, cheeks wine-warmed, hair aflame like the fire, lips plump. She’s amazing, his Scully. Age hasn’t dulled his passion for everything about her. She still intrigues and mystifies him. Still keeps him guessing.

              “I’d tell you that you would be the best stocking filler a boy could wish for, if it weren’t for respect and boundaries.” Her hair tickles the underside of his chin as they sway, watching the orange glow. “So, I’ll leave out carrots and a glass of the finest malt whisky and hope Saint Nick looks upon the new, grown up version of me proudly.”

              She chinks her glass against his and swallows some more wine. “There are thousands of churches in Europe dedicated to St Nicholas, did you know that? Legend has it that he paid the dowries of three young girls to stop them from being sold into prostitution. Charity and kindness. We could use more men like him in our current climate.”

              “Santa for president in 2020.” He drops a kiss on her head. “I didn’t think you believed?”

              She snuggles closer to him, practically burrowing under his arm. He doesn’t mind. Her cheek presses against his pec and he flexes it just to get a reaction. She giggles. “Mulder, there’s a vast difference between the red-suited, white-bearded Coca-Cola brand we’re all used to seeing and the real Saint Nicholas, who lived in 4th Century Turkey and is the patron saint of sailors and ships.”

              Her arm curls around his waist and he pulls her towards the couch where she lands half on him, half on the seat. Her legs drape over his knees and he tucks her feet down under his hand. She’s wearing knitted socks decorated with whimsical snowmen sporting top hats and button eyes and noses.  How had he not noticed before? He snaps one against her ankle and she kicks his hands away.

              “Bill sent them. We used to do this present exchange, you know, see who could give the tackiest gifts.”

              “I can’t imagine that you, Dr Dana Scully, would indulge in a gaudy gift competition.”

              She twists and plumps up a cushion. “I once sent him a toilet roll holder shaped like Polaroid camera. And another time, a yodelling pickle.”

Mulder sniggers and strokes her soles. She wriggles her toes and lays her head back. He watches her as her face relaxes, shadows playing over the perfect creaminess of her cheeks and neck. “Did you know that St Nicholas is also the patron saint of pawnbrokers and pirating and thievery. It’s amazing how a well-targeted marketing campaign can lift one’s image.

“Look at Kersh,” she says and they both laugh.

The fairy lights twinkle like the frost on the windows. The cabin was a perfect find, nestled in the hills. The forecast is for a white Christmas. There’ll be nothing to do but stay inside. The fridge is stocked - smoked salmon, Champagne, a Turducken and organic vegetables, a blueberry cheesecake in the shape of a love-heart, a seasonal special from the local patisserie.

              “So, did you believe, as a child, Scully? Or did big brother Bill spoil the surprise?”

              “Oh, it wasn’t Bill. It was Melissa.”

              His eyebrows shoot up. “She of the harmonic conversions and mystical auras?”

              Scully sniffs quietly, tucking her chin to her chest. “One Christmas, when she was about 12, Missy wanted a portable cassette player. You know the ones with the chunky white and red buttons? We shared a room and she wouldn’t settle, just kept sitting up and all I could hear was the rustling of her covers. I told her Santa wouldn’t visit if she didn’t go to sleep and she got out of her bed, sat on mine and laughed.”

              “What did she say?”

“She said, ‘Dana, it’s time to face facts.’ The evidence is staring you in the face, yet you choose not to see it.” She looks at him and waits for a reaction. He nods for her to carry on. He loves it when she shares these memories, moments in her life that have stayed within. Whenever she tells them her breathing quickens and her eyes dart about, like she’s pulling images from her mind, sorting through the catalogue of conversations.

She sits up higher, heels digging into his thigh. “She said, with this real smug look on her face, ‘you do know that old Saint Nick is really Dad dressed up in some flea-bitten suit that Mom got from Goodwill and the sack is just an old hessian potato bag that lives at the bottom of their wardrobe all year.’

“I was devastated, but I tried so hard no to show it. I pulled the covers over my head and balled into my pillow. I cried myself to sleep, missed Santa’s arrival.”

“Did Missy get her cassette player?”

“That was the funny thing. She didn’t. She got a Barbie camper van and she launched it across the living room, yelling at Mom and Dad that she was too old for dolls and if Santa were real, he wouldn’t have delivered such a baby’s present. She yelled at Dad, ‘you never want me to grow up.’”

Scully leans her lips into her finger and thumb, rubbing gently and shaking her head. “Bill told her she was a spoilt brat and spent the morning trying to fix up the camper van. Missy spent the morning in our room and Mom carried on serving food like nothing had happened.”

He chuckles softly, imagining young Dana’s eyes widen and wet. “Was that the moment you decided on science as a career path?”

“God, no!” she says. “It just made me more determined to prove her wrong. My ten-year-old self reasoned that Santa must have been real because the gift was a reminder to Missy that she was still too young for grown up gifts and that her tantrum just served to prove that.”

              “Santa always knows best.”

              “Pretty silly, wasn’t it?” She lets out a soft flutter of giggles and slides closer, kissing him deeply.

              Her head drops onto his shoulder and they watch the flames a little longer. “Did you know there’s a town in Alaska called North Pole? And that a man who changed his name to Santa Claus was elected to the city council there?”

              “I did not,” she says, peppering his jawline with kisses. “But if we’re exchanging fun facts, have you ever wondered how many calories Santa consumes on his amazing trip around the world?”

              “Not as many as your mother serves at a Scully family Christmas, I would imagine.”

              “Assuming each household in the world left out two chocolate chip cookies he would consume something like 374 billion calories.”

Mulder whistles. “That’s quite a feat of endurance. I wonder how much his dental plan costs?”

She grins and he sees the fire reflected in her eyes. “If he could run an eight-minute mile, he would have to run for 109 centuries to burn off all those treats.”

“Nobody likes a math geek, Scully.”

There’s a rumbling noise from her throat as she leans in to kiss him. There’s a matching rumbling noise from his as she lifts herself across his lap, knees tucked either side of his thighs.

“You do, Mulder.” She says it as she grinds against his lap. “You love this math geek.”

He does. He really does. There is no formula to calculate the length and breadth of his love. It’s infinity times infinity. She’s latched onto the sweet spot under his ear. This will all be over too soon, if he doesn’t slow it down. He takes a slow breath in. Rummages through the stored trivia he’s collected over the years. The stuff most people would roll their eyes at. The stuff Dana Scully seems to find an aphrodisiac, when she’s in the mood. And as she rocks back and forward on him, arms anchored on his shoulders, it’s a fair bet to assume she’s in the mood.

“Did you know that pre red and jolly Santa Claus, hardened arteries and all, Scandinavian countries believed in a magical Yule goat.

“A goat?” Her voice hits the part of his brain that has control of his cock, ratcheting up a gear. She notices, it’s all in her little whimper.

“The goat would wander around to ensure families were preparing for Yule and demand gifts on the side.”

“A Mafia goat?”

He chuckles and bucks up under her movement. She moans into his mouth. “Ready for more math, Mulder?”

“I’m always ready for more math with you, Dr Scully.” Math and science, morality and scepticism

“To reach everybody on Christmas Eve, Santa has to cover 218 million miles which means he must travel 1,280 miles per second.”

“He must have the elite model alien-technology-built engine on that sleigh.” His fingers work on unbuttoning her top as she rolls her pelvis.

“I concede that unnatural forces are at play at this time of the year, Mulder.” He tries to nod but there’s something more than natural happening down below so he lets her talk as he works his hands around her back to unclip her bra. His fingers brush the knots of her spine and he wonders at her delicate framework, wonders how calcium and collagen and marrow could be so utterly sexy.

“Santa's sleigh would weigh more than 400,000 tons with all those toys so he would need more than 360,000 reindeer to do that.” 

Her breasts fall and his palms flatten over them. Her nipples are already hard and he muses that biology is the best science. The human form offers such comfort. Such diversity in texture. He marvels at the gentle weight of her breasts, the peaked points pushing at his skin. The sensual warmth of her mouth, the softness of her against the hardness of his body.

“So Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen and Rudolph need some more friends?”

“Uh-huh,” she says and it’s just the sexiest noise.

She’s grappling with his belt buckle and he doesn’t mind. He loves her grappling. She’s always been deft with her hands so it’s a pleasure of a different nature to see her working so hard, tongue kept neatly in the corner of her mouth, fingers white at the knuckle. He shifts up, allowing her room to do her work.

His belt slithers from its loops and she utters a small whoop of success. He captures the end of the noise in his mouth and pushes her blouse from her shoulders, along with her bra. There’s a stippling of gooseflesh over her exposed midriff. He runs his hands over her ribcage, counting each groove as his straining erection pulses between them.

There’s a smoky flavour to her skin, her nipples, the knobbly joint between her breasts. She’s woodfire and spice, naked on the couch beneath him. Laid out as a gift that he’s blessed to receive. His cock is throbbing with anticipation and she’s open-mouthed and flushed with need too. Her heat wraps around the tip, spreads up his shaft and burns in his throat, his mouth, his brain.

There are sounds all around, the reverberations of his own deep breathing, Scully’s soft moans, the snap of flames, the heartbeat-tick of the old-fashioned mantel clock keeping time above their stockings as though they might be in need of it. Time has never been less important. Time could just disappear and he doubts even Scully would care.

Each stroke fills him with such deep joy that he is sure there is nothing else in the world. She arches her back and in turn he pumps harder, understanding the clues that point to her building climax. Hot breaths under his ear, fingernails scraping the planes of his shoulders, forehead covered in a sheen of sweat.

“Fuck, Mulder.”

That’s the most overt sign and he slides a hand under her ass closing whatever gap there had been, pinning her to him so that he can feel her implode. When she does, she cries out and her voice hits his own release button and he surges into her with a shuddering sigh.

She’s boneless underneath him, pulsing faintly, shimmering. He’s unwilling to move. Their hearts beat as one. When he does shift, it’s because the fire spits and smoke fills his nasal passages. He presses his lips to hers and she tugs at the ends of his hair.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

He sits up and chuffs. “What for?”

“For loving me again.”

Her skin is hot as he sets his palm on her bent knees. Her hair is stuck to the side of her face. There are crease marks on her cheek where his weight had pushed her against the couch cushions. She’s still wearing her socks. How could he not love her?

“I never stopped,” he says, handing her the discarded underwear. “You’re pretty hard to let go, Scully.”

She swings herself round and up and slips her panties back on. “I’m old, still sceptical, I’m getting more and more cranky, I have zero patience for anything. I just seem to look at life and think how inefficient it is. I mean, what do you see in someone like that? Someone so bitter?”

He stands behind her, massaging her shoulders, kissing the scar of her chip. “You know how many reindeer Santa needs to pull his sleigh.”

She giggles softly into his clasped hands around her neck. “And that’s the criteria you use as a guide to loving someone?”

“What can I say, Scully. I’m a simple man, with simple needs.”

She laughs harder this time. “You are the most complex man I’ve ever met, Fox William Mulder.”

“No, no, no, Miss Scully. I think you’re confusing me with the other Fox William Mulder. This one here just wants to spend every waking hour loving you and every sleeping hour dreaming about loving you. As efficiently as possible.”

Her stocking moves on an updraft from the fire and she reaches out to still it. “I used to have strict rules about love, Mulder.”

He’s by her side now, holding her hand. “I can’t believe Dr Dana Scully ever had any rules in her life. Sounds fake.”

“When I was a teenager, watching Missy have her heart broken or breaking hearts. I imagined how my future relationships would be. Should be. I’ve broken all the rules over the years, of course. Older men, married men.” She turns her face up to him. “Women.”

The flush on her skin deepens. “You do keep me guessing, Scully.”

“But you rewrote the rule book entirely. You made me see what love was really about. You’ve loved me so openly and honestly that it hurt sometimes. It was too much. But this time round, it’s like I’ve grown to fit the size of your love. Does that make sense?”

It makes perfect sense. So much sense that a tear slips down his cheek. “There’s a reason why some things cannot be explained away by science, don’t you think? There are reasons why some ideals become so embedded in a society that you can’t tell where the line between fantasy and reality lies any more. Santa Claus, St Nicholas he was real. And now he’s a secret magical sleigh-speeding reindeer-riding dream figure. He personifies the clash between the commercial and the sacred. Love is no different, is it?”

“So true love has become Hallmark sentiment, and we don’t know the difference any more?”

Their bodies press together and they’re almost swaying in rhythm to the dancing flames. Heat washes over them. Their stockings are flat, expectant. “If saying I love you in 14 point Edwardian Script is what it takes then so be it, Scully.”

Her hair tickles the skin of his upper arm and he lifts it, allowing her under, so her cheek rests on his pecs. His cock is still half-mast and twitches as her breast squash against his ribs. “I had you pegged as a 48 point, bold Chiller font kind of guy, Mulder.” She makes a breathy ‘wooooohhhh’ noise, like a ghost.

“Who would you haunt, Scully? If you could?”

“Kersh,” she fires off, no hesitation.

He barks out a laugh.  “I think I’ll join you. Imagine the pair of us tormenting him in his dotage. Floating around his place, leaving all the evidence of ghostly activity behind, and he wouldn’t be able to prove a goddamned thing. He’d sound like a lunatic. Such sweet revenge.”

She shivers as she laughs with him and he pulls her in for a full embrace. “I wonder what Maurice and Lyda are doing now?”

“Probably not cuddling naked in front of a fire in a cabin in the mountains.”

“More fool them. This is the only place to be on Christmas Eve.”

“We’re not going to shoot each other, are we?”

She chuckles, but it’s low and throaty and his cock twitches. “Lucky we left our weapons at home.”

“Maybe we should just exchange gifts instead?”

“As long as mine’s not an umbrella with alien faces on it this year. I’ll get dressed and go get yours.”

He pulls a face, hanging on to her arm. “Don’t.”

“Get your gift?” she asks, chin tilted up to him. “It might be better than an Italian leather Filofax, Mulder.”

He chuckles, but shakes his head. “Don’t get dressed.”

She looks at her nipples, tight peaks and grins at him.

He shrugs. “Best present ever.”

She looks at his cock and arches her eyebrow. “Ditto.”

The fire snaps and flickers and the stockings waft back and forth. The couch is draped in soft amber light. He takes her hand in his and leads her back there.

“There is a school of thought, Scully, that suggests that believing in Santa Claus cultivates the imagination and the ability to think of possibilities and potentialities. He buries his face in the warm valley between her breasts and she strokes his hair.

“And I know how much you want to believe.”

 As the clock sounds a soft chime for the turn of midnight, he stirs, half-opens an eye. There’s a shadow stretching from the open door of the bedroom to the fire, now just ashes in the hearth. It’s large and round. There’s a cool draft and Scully shivers in her sleep. He pulls the blanket higher over them as she snuggles closer. There’s a scraping noise and a soft jingle of bells. He sinks back down against the pillow and smiles as he drifts back to sleep.

[brazenautomaton]

So, Team Naomisa, you two seem to have quite the blood kink. Care to share what each of you personally finds appealing about it?

Oh boy, do I! 

Okay so first, vampires in general are really sexy. Whether it’s the classic old style with the voluminous red-lined cape, or the new ones who dress all Goth all the time, vampires have style. And they have power because they live forever and have super blood magic stuff, and power is sexy! A vampire could just grab you and you’ll totally lose yourself and go for a ride like they want you to! And they can make you BE who they want which – I mean, in real life that is very bad! – but like it’s like really losing yourself in a character, you know, like exploring who you would be if you were someone else. And you don’t have to worry about things if someone else is taking command, right? And you can just concentrate on good things. When we pretend Naomi is a vampire, it’s not like kissing where we’re both improvising, it’s about being swept away in an overwhelming current. Vampires can cross running water unless they have like a really rare vampire disorder, don’t worry. Even if the current is pushing me to just be myself, I’m way more of myself, I’m way deeper into myself, and I like that!

But also, they have like huge weaknesses that you don’t. So they need you! Most people don’t know the deep vampire lore, but when a vampire feeds you their blood, it’s like a love potion – super sexy! – and you get powers too and you become a ghoul! Which I really wish they had a sexier name for, but anyway. And you go do stuff for them in daylight and such, so, they need you, and being subject to their sexy power makes you powerful too! I can do lots of things as Naomi’s assistant that make me a lot more powerful and useful than normal. Just like being out in the sun is something almost everyone can do, so is being able to talk easily. But when I’m with a powerful, sexy person who can’t do that and needs my help, it becomes a lot more important, and I feel a lot better about who I am, and now I’m a lot cooler!

So that’s why vampires are cool. Also glowing red eyes, those are cool. I kinda wish I had glowing red eyes. But blood is cool on its own too! First off, it just LOOKS cool. It has an interesting color, and the way it drips and oozes in little rivers. If you see a little bit of blood trickle out of the corner of someone’s mouth, that’s like, how wearing lingerie is more enticing than being naked, because it’s like ooooooh there’s that little hint of something really attractive and powerful, I want to know more, I want to go in and see it! I think our brains are wired to find blood very interesting because when we see it, it’s very important. 

And blood is very important! It’s what keeps us alive, and it’s what MEANS we’re alive, right? And being intimate with someone is about sharing who you are with them, so, what could be more intimate than sharing the essence of life itself with them? That’s a huge part of it. Like you can actually TASTE what is in someone’s heart, you can share all that you are with them, and then they love it so they love YOU for everything you are no matter what. Super romantic! Super sexy!

And blood is scary, too! You’re losing some, and it hurts, and losing blood is also how people die! But it’s scary in a fun way, like a horror movie. No, no, like a rollercoaster! Because you’re under the power of someone who will thrill you, make all of your emotions get all flared up and excited, but they’re so in control they will make sure you’re never actually in danger. So it actually makes you feel safer, because, like, you know what it is to be scared, but you know someone will save you, so you can get all “EEEEEEEEEEEE!” scared but never have to be “no no, please God no” scared!

Okay was that enough time to write your response? Okay. Here we go. //I LIKE THE IDEA OF SHARING THE INSIDE OF YOUR HEART WITH SOMEONE LIKE MISA DOES, AND I LIKE TO BE POWERFUL. BUT MOSTLY I DON’T HAVE THE BLOOD FETISH SHE DOES. I AM NOT PATRONIZING HER, I HAVE A SINCERE KINK FOR HER BLOOD KINK. I LOVE SEEING HER SO HAPPY FROM SOMETHING PEOPLE FIND UNUSUAL, AND I LOVE HAVING THE POWER TO MAKE HER SO HAPPY AND RELAXED. THAT’S MY KINK. 

ONE OF MY FIRST CASES WAS BUILDING A CASE AGAINST A KINKY GAY CLUB FOR PROSTITUTION, AND I LISTENED TO WHY THEY DID WHAT THEY DID, TRIED TO EMPATHIZE, AND DECIDED THAT THEY DID NOTHING WRONG. THE CASE TURNED OUT TO BE ONE THAT KEPT GETTING PUSHED WITHOUT MERIT SO ROOKIES GOT ASSIGNED TO IT, BUT I GUESS FROM THEN ON I’M SORT OF NEUTRAL ON KINKS AND ALLOW THEM TO TRY AND IMPRESS ME, OR SEE POSITIVE THINGS IN THEM.

I KNOW KINKS ARE ALSO A WAY OF EXPLORING YOUR OWN FEARS. MISA AND I ARE INTERESTED IN HYPNOTIC-TYPE VAMPIRE PLAY THINGS FOR THIS REASON, BUT WE WILL APPROACH IT VERY CAREFULLY. TO TELL THE TRUTH IT SCARES ME BUT I LIKE THE IDEA OF BEING ABLE TO DO THIS THING BUT ONLY USING IT TO MAKE PEOPLE HAPPY.//

I’m really looking forward to that too, but, you know, we gotta be cautious. I don’t wanna push something that will make you feel super scared and awful. I’m happy to go at your pace.

[raleighcarreras]

No One’s Here To Sleep pt.1

Part Two

Pairing: Kamilah x MC (Eslyn)

Title: No One's Here To Sleep by Bastille

Summary: "I don't need saving." "I beg to differ."

Or

You were always faster than me

I'll never catch up with you, with you

Oh I can feel them coming for me

Notes: Congratulations, anon. You hit my series button. Also, recommend listening to the song as you read like always. I'll fix typos one day.

Priya's studio-slash-club tended to always attract the highest of class. People whose presence was worth being in. Unfortunately, the higher the class usually meant the more entitled. The more, for lack of a better word, douchey.

And that's exactly who she was dealing with now.

She didn't even know his name. He had asked for her name exactly three times. She had failed to answer exactly three times. He seemed to take each unanswered question in stride. And if he was literally anyone else she would have admired that.

There's nothing sexier than confidence.

Unfortunately for Sir Douche, his confidence was slowly starting to bleed into arrogance.

"Surely you've heard of my work. 'The Light' was my best they say. Frankly, I agree. There has never been anyone to even attempt to replicate my art. I don't expect-" It was at that point Eslyn tuned out. He kept talking, she's sure.

She gestured to the bartender with a grimace. The shirtless man seemed to take pity on her, taking her order quicker than any of the other patrons.

She orders whiskey. One, because she's simple. Two, because she already has a headache and she's a masochist so why not further it.

"So why don't we get out here? I can take you to my place. Show you a good time?" His smirk is borderline predatory.

Eslyn almost laughs. Almost. "Oh, no thank you." She tries to be as polite as possible. Hoping he'll take no for an acceptable answer and go about his business.

Except he doesn't. And Eslyn shouldn't be all that surprised. Though, she can't keep the surprised yelp out of her voice when he grabs her wrist a little too hard.

She frantically looks around for the bartender only to see him across the room serving someone else. And again, she isn't that surprised because she just has that kind of luck.

"Let me go." Damn that whiskey. It makes her words sound weak and slurred. So weak and slurred that Sir Douche just chuckles at her and squeezes that much harder.

She reached up to slap him. Like she did Lester, but his reflexes are to fast and he dodges.

It's then she stops struggling because everything she does just seems to make him angry. And that scares her.

"I believe the lady told you to let her go."

She felt the hand on her waist before she heard the voice. Eslyn rolled her eyes. Of course, it had to be her. Of all the people who could've been Captain Save A Hoe.

Eslyn sighed. Today is just not her day.

Sir Douche drops her wrists but doesn't back away. Instead, he stood defiantly, "And what does this matter have to do with you, Ms. Sayeed?"

Kamilah arched a shapely eyebrow. "Oh, Eric. Stupid, stupid Eric. Sidebar?" She doesn't wait for an answer. Making it a point to step around Eslyn as if to demonstrate personal space, she all but pushes him out of earshot.

The heated conversation begins immediately. Eslyn has no idea what either of them is saying and frankly she doesn't care. She's more interested in the curve of Kamilah's neck, and how her jaw clenches when she's pissed.

Kamilah stalked back over to Eslyn. Eric stood back but he still kept a skeptical eye on the two.

The vampiress shifted almost uncomfortably. She grimaced, "He doesn't believe we're dating so I need you to kiss me."

"Ugh, Kamilah. I don't need saving-wait what?!" Eslyn's eyes widen comically as the sentence registers. Kamilah made a disagreeable face, "I beg to differ. Now kiss me. He's still looking."

"Why would-" Eslyn's protest is cut off by the frantic press of Kamilah's lips to her's.

Making out with a Vampire Queen is a lot like drowning. No air to intake and everything sounds muffled.

And yeah, Eslyn has never needed rescuing. Or drowning for that matter. Especially from Kamilah of all people, but hey...what a way to go.