#So I get behind and now I'm rearranging things to catch up.

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Back To Work | Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader | Drabble - 800 words

Retirement, a new house, a romantic evening planned, Bucky just knew that life was all going too well . Especially when he starts being hounded to return to his superhero life.

Warnings: language, fluff, a little angsty at the end. Featuring domestic thunderbolts Bucky.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and @reveriesources

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes

“Bucky, are you ready to go baby?” Your voice carried through from the living room as he clicked his arm back into place, shrugging his shoulder to get the fit right. 

You'd been excited all day, buzzing around the new house and opening boxes, trying to unpack at the same time as finding the perfect outfit. Bucky was only half regretting making plans so soon after moving, sure it was stressful trying to dig out his nice shoes from the piles of boxes and bags, but seeing you so happy was completely worth it and knowing you’d be coming home to your house, together, was just the icing on the cake. 

Now the sun was setting and you had turned on the downlighters in the kitchen, void of your usual clutter it looked lonely. 

“Just checking my phone, Doll.” He called back picking the offending item up from the counter - so many missed messages, he sighed.

 He'd been better recently, replying to Sam and catching up with him every week or so. He'd even managed to facetime Steve in his retirement home. He quite enjoyed the easy freedom of digital communication. But today, of all days, it had been pinging non-stop all driving him crazy during the drive and ruining the relaxing and, he hoped, romantic atmosphere he was trying to create. 

“Come on, baby, I don't want to be late.” You strolled into the kitchen and he dropped the phone again to focus his attention on you instead, taking in your dress and heels, your lipstick perfectly done. How could he worry about a stupid phone when you were together. 

“C’mere,” he pulled you close, tucking you under his chin and planting a kiss to the top of your head. 

He smelt lovely, fresh from the shower but with the hint of cut wood from building furniture. His vest revealed the hint of his dog tags, outlined under the fabric, as well as his tanned skin from a summer well spent outside, your traced your fingers over the chain and up his neck. Tangling your fingers in his long hair you tugged him down for a kiss. 

“Love you, Buck.” You whispered against his lips, heat surging through you just at his presence. 

“Love you too.” His lips tickled your cheek, behind your ear, and then he was swinging you up onto the counter. 

“Don't make us late!” 

“If you don't like it, stop giggling.” His fingers tickled up your bare legs, eyes twinkling with desire. 

Ping 

“That fucking phone,” Bucky growled, grabbing it again. More messages, more missed calls. 

“You should see what they want,” wrapping your arms and legs around him as you tugged Bucky closer, every line and curve fitting against him perfectly. He was sun warmed and cuddly, still ridiculously strong, but the hard lines and plains had softened since his retirement and you couldn’t get enough. 

“Fine, for you, then we're going to go and have a nice dinner and I'm leaving this stupid thing here.” He grumbled, chin on top of your head. 

You giggled again, leaving kisses on his chest. Bucky was so attached to that thing you didn't believe it for a second. Until his breathing went funny, heartbeat speeding up beneath your cheek. 

“What is it?”

His eyes had lost their sparkle, looking sad and serious. 

“I might have to rearrange dinner.” 

“What? Why?” You couldn’t see the phone, but his eyes raced across whatever he’d been sent.

“Where did we pack the gear?”

“The what? Oh - uh,it's in the trunk, in the garage but -” 

Bucky slid away, eyes glazed, focussed, intent and you were suddenly so cold without his presence.Your heart sank listening to the movement in the garage on the other side of the wall. 

He emerged ten minutes later, his smart trousers and vest discarded in favour of leather, the dirty t-shirt he'd been wearing while you were unpacking was back and he’d at least grabbed his soft leather jacket for protection. 

You threw yourself into his arms, tears springing to your eyes. “Are you needed?” 

“I think so,” his voice was low, sinking into the headspace required to take on whatever danger was lurking. 

“Come back to me in one piece, okay?” Your voice cracked, arms squeezing him impossibly tight.

“Of course, doll.” He looked at you then, tears welling in his own eyes, his lips so soft against your own. 

“You're my hero, you know that? You don't have to do anything else?” 

He nodded, letting you slide back to the floor, heels clicking on the tile in a sad reminder of your ruined evening. 

“I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you, lock the door behind me, okay? Don’t let anyone, anyone, in.” 

It was your turn to nod, you knew the protocols, the rules that reassured him. 

His bike roared to life, then he was gone, and you were alone in the echo of your home. 

[amara-scott]

Imagine Mattheo and Theodore fighting over you constantly.

P.1

Reader x Mattheo Riddle / Reader x Theodore Nott

"The picknick was a good idea, I have to admit." I say, dropping another grape into my mouth, a full mouth turned into a smile. I sneak another one out of the basket Theo is carrying.

I glance over at Theo and he nods, grinning. He winks. "I know, Carina. I always have the best ideas, you should know that by now." I roll my eyes in amusement at his cocky statement.

As if on cue, I see a brown mop of curls rounding the corner, making me sigh. Great. Just great.

"Hey, what a surprise." Mattheo says, not seeming too happy as his eyes land on Theodore beside me. Mattheo shuffles something inside his jacket, flashing white, which I only catch a glimpse of. But I can't even question what it was before these two begin staring each other down.

An undeniably painful pause is the only thing holding me back from just turning around to run away. It's scaring me to even move a muscle. If these two don't sort out whatever is bugging them, I won't hesitate and avoid them both. I really did try to help them befriend each other once more. Their inner rivalry didn't get unnoticed by the rest of our friend group either. What has gotten into them these past few weeks?

"(Y/N), let's get going." Theo's free hand wraps around my wrist, not even glancing at me once while talking. He turns and tries to pull me with him, but not before Mattheo steps up, pushing Theo.

I stumble with him, still being in the grasp of Theo's strong hand. He let go and I take a step back.

"Excuse me?!" I get out before straightening up, rearranging my cloak. My glare hits Mattheo, but he is fixed on the boy in front of him as they now nearly graze noses. If I didn't know these two, I'd say one of them would be a Gryffindor. That would make sense at least. This is worse than Draco and Harry.

"Where do you think you're taking her, huh?" He grits out, and I can't say a word, too stunned I am being dragged into this ongoing fight now.

"Stop it, both of you!" I yell, but neither of them are backing down, making it really hard not to just ask a Professor to break them off. I glance around, only a few students hushing past, not daring to spare a look.

"We are going somewhere that is none of your concern, Riddle."

"Yeah? I don't think so, Nott."

"Why don't you fuck off and shag one of your whores, mind your own damn business!"

I had never seen either of them so worked up, which certainly was scary to look at. I try once more, "boys, come on, this is ridiculous." I gulp as they still don't look at me. My heart starts racing, and I try to find a way out that won't result in broken noses or wands at each other throats. What is going on with these two?!

"Come on, (Y/N)." Theo says again, making me debate what I should do. Pick a side? I don't want to be the reason one is more mad or disappointed by what I do.

"No." I mumble, feeling my eyes sting as I blink. I gulp once more, Theo's eyes finding my form a few feet behind Mattheo. His face relaxes as he looks at me.

"See? She doesn't want you, Nott." I can only make out the corner of Mattheo's lips as they curl up into a grin. Which doesn't help my situation.

"I'm not picking a side here, Matt, you are both acting extremely childish over – over, who knows what!" I turn and storm off, ignoring Matt and Theo yelling my name.

These idiots took it too far now. I won't speak a word – won't spare them another glance. Ugh, boys!

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"-and he pushed Theo! Like a little kid! What is going on with these two?" I sat across from Pansy, piercing my fork into my piece of chocolate cake over and over again until it went mushy and the appetite left me. I sigh, my fork dropping onto the table, and I bury my face into my hands.

"You know them. They will get over it. Theo probably stole Matt's last fudge fly. They're boys, just like you said." She mumbles and keeps chewing on her dessert, eyes scanning the next page of her Witch Weekly magazine.

"I hope you're right." I mutter under my breath.

"Hey you two-" Draco joins us at the table, sitting down next to Pansy, Enzo settles beside me, I send him a brief smile.

"What's pestering you, (Y/N)? Or should I ask – who's pestering you?" He snickers and earns a stare from Pansy, making him shut up.

"Wait – do you know something, Draco?" I ask him and squint my eyes at him. He obviously does, as he stutters for a word, shaking his head. His cheeks slightly pink.

"Enzo, what is going on? Where are the others?" I turn to him, he sighs but shakes his head, sending me a small and sorry smile.

"I promised not to tell anyone. Especially not you, love." I grow irritated with the lot and push myself up, sending another glare at Draco, he would be easier to break. I take out my wand, holding it by my side and start boring holes into his head. He tries to avoid my deathly stare. But then he makes the mistake of connecting his eyes with mine.

"If you won't tell me right now where they are, I will personally make sure to have you grow a second nose every day, for the rest of the year – you will smell things you wish you didn't –"

"– come on, (Y/N), we promised –"

"– In the library, in the far back corner on the second level –" Draco squeaks, making Enzo glare at him in shock.

"We promised, Draco!"

"I don't care, I know she'll do it. I don't want a nose on my bum one morning! She knows how to get into our dorm." Draco snarls and glares at the table as I hurry off. Pansy only smirking and eating her second dessert in peace.

"Go get them!" She calls out without looking up and I wave her off, pushing past a few people on my way. My heart is racing and I don't know if I want to even meet these idiots. I promised myself to ignore them. Well that didn't take long for me to break.

I round the corner and walk into the library. My racing thoughts made this quiet place unbearable as I heard every damn thought of mine. But just as I take the last couple steps on the stairwell, I am met with hushed shouting.

"– how about you're both idiots? I really am hungry and if you two make me miss dinner, you won't sleep another night –" I hear Blaise taunting. I glance between a few books on the shelf, making out three heads. There they are. Blaise sits by the window, I could see his face clear as day. Theo sat sideways, eyes turned to the table in between them both. Mattheo on the other hand stands, pacing back and forth. He stops, just as my breath.

"Theo simply has to admit that he went behind my back. He took away the only thing that really mattered –"

"The only thing that mattered? The only thing that mattered to you was to simply get laid! Like always – just pick a different girl!" Theo stands up too now, Mattheo stepping up to his figure.

Blaise suddenly steps between them, hands on either chest and looks back and forth. "Hey, boys, you truly think we haven't had these lines already tonight? You're both ridiculous."

So this is about a girl? Is this about –

"Well, (Y/N) would never pick someone like you."

Shit.

"Like me? You're one to talk, Nott – stealing her from me, right after I told you I liked her. I trusted you, you are supposed to be my fucking best mate!" Their hushed voices are not so hushed anymore and I glance down to Miss Pince's desk. She narrows her eyes, scanning the upper level.

Blaise is struggling to hold Mattheo back now, Theo's lips curling into a smirk. I lean closer, my eyes still wide. How do they both like – me? Is this a stupid prank?

WHACK!

I was obviously leaning onto the shelf a bit too much as a book fell to the ground. Their heads turn to me and I could now clearly see all of them through the opening. I give them a weak smile and wave. "Hey –"

"(Y/N)?" Theo asks, stepping forward, around the shelf. I meet him half way, Mattheo’s eyes as hard as stone. My mouth feels dry while I try to think of what to say. I shrug and try to smile. My eyes land on Blaise who seems relieved, sighing as he walks up to me and wraps an arm around my shoulder, glancing between Theo and Matt.

“Maybe you’re the best to talk to them right now.” He pats my shoulder and turns to leave, I turn my head, wanting to tell him to stay, my heart racing. Blaise stops, glancing back at me. “Good luck.” He smirks and skips down the staircase. I really don’t want to turn back around so I take my time, gulping as I focus on both their shoe pairs instead of any eyes. Theo steps up slowly. “Carina, what did you hear?” My eyes shoot up at his question and Matt huffs, falling back into a cushioned arm chair.

“Obviously she heard it all. Otherwise she would be smacking our heads by now.” He mumbles at the end, his head held high as he’s glaring down at his knees, his hands squeezing the soft armrests. His sharp jaw clenching every now and then.

“I- I really-“ I take a deep breath shaking my head. “- don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.” Theo sends me a small encouraging smile. Matt’s head rolls back as he groans out.

“Oh please, stop that stupid emphasizing scheme!” Matt stands back up and joins us, glaring at Theo in disgust. Theo just rolls his eyes, turning to him.

“Just because you’re cold-hearted and only care about yourself doesn’t mean everyone has to-“

“-oh I only care about myself? You’re one to talk, fucking backstabber-“

“-Me? You are-“

“Hey!” I yell out, them both turning to me as they are once again almost choking each other. I ignore a few shushes thrown our way. Mattheo’s eyes soften as I look directly at him. His lips part and in his eyes I see that he’s struggling to hold back from saying what’s on his mind. “Matt-“ I get out, holding back my own emotional rollercoaster.

“I- I can’t-“ He stammers, rushing past me and running down the stairs, leaving. I walk up to the railing, my hands closing around the cold wood while I am looking after him.

“It’s true, isn’t it?” My head snaps around, Theo’s sad eyes glossy. He looks down, stepping closer and stops a foot from me. His eyes wandering back up, like he’s taking one last good look at me. Taking me in.

“It’s always been him.” He continues.

———

For part two choose your ending:

Mattheo

Theodore

Third ending?... (coming soon)

[endless-ineffabilities]

The Bolter (part five)

Steve Rogers x f!reader / (Bucky Barnes x f!reader)

synopsis : Steve carries out his decision to return to Peggy, aiming to live out the rest of his days with her. But this means he's leaving everything behind - he's leaving you. Did he make the right choice? Will there be anything left with you to come back to?

in this chapter : In present day, the reader and Bucky get closer - will one of them finally slip up? We also see what happened in 2018, during the battle in Wakanda.

themes/warnings : pining, unrequited love, Bucky dealing with ptsd, brief mention of violence, language

word count : 2.1k

main masterlist ▪︎ series masterlist

📝 a little bit of an explanation on the timeline : 2016 - Civil War ▪︎ 2017 - post Civil War / Steve and reader on the run ▪︎ early 2018 - Infinity War ▪︎ 2018 to 2023 - the lost years / post-snap ▪︎ late 2023 - Endgame / Steve's departure ▪︎ 2024 - present day / Falcon and the Winter Soldier period ▪︎ 1950s - where Steve went back

2024, seven months after Steve's departure

You win. Again.

By now, you're convinced Bucky is actually letting you win in Battleship. Each guess he made had been wrong, so it must be deliberate.

"James Buchanan Barnes," you sigh.

His lips form a sly smirk. He isn't even trying to deny it.

You reach across and lightly shove his non-vibranium arm. "It's no fun if there's no challenge."

He shrugs, "Maybe I like the way you react when you win. You get so... expressive." Another smirk. Damn him.

What could possibly be so amusing about the way you practically screeched and stuck your tongue at him the first time you won?

"Yeah, but you let me win four times in a row."

"Deal with it, doll."

"You suck."

He grimaces, "Suck?"

Right. You keep forgetting he is an very old, very ancient centenarian.

"It's an expression."

Something flashes across his face, and you can't really make out what it is. "Do you suck, too?"

"What?" you exclaim. "I just said it's an expression. It means you're annoying."

He holds your gaze for a moment, before laughing, eyes visibly crinkling at the corners. "I'm messing with you, doll. I know what that means. I'm old, not unaware."

Damn him again.

And damn the way the rare instances of his laughter is slowly growing to be a thing you yearn for. Bucky has a playful side, you've come to realize. You get this feeling of lightness, because you're proud of him. The more it comes out, the more it shows how much he has healed.

You blink at him, shaking your head, before bursting into laughter yourself.

Damn it all to hell.

It takes a beat for you to collect yourselves.

Then for a second, it's there. That fleeting shift in his expression. A pinch in his eyebrows giving way to a look of shame. Just for a moment, his mind drifts back to the long list of names in his notebook. To Yori's son. To the crimson in his ledger.

You notice, and you don't hesitate in taking his hand, squeezing gently. "Hey," you say, catching his attention. "I'm glad we get to do this."

I'm glad I have you.

Glancing down at your hand wrapped around his, he smiles, slowly, like a sun rising and casting its glow over the horizon.

"Let's play one more time," Bucky says as he begins rearranging the pieces on his side.

You were about to protest, but then he adds, "I won't let you win, I swear."

Fifteen minutes later, you do indeed win again. He laughs at the incredulous expression that must be plastered on your face.

You take it. Because maybe you did win, fair and square.

Or maybe because his laughter feels like winning.

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The days have blurred into weeks and into months.

It feels like time is passing quickly, every second feels less and less like the lash of a whip, reminding Bucky of past pains. Of loss. Of all his sins.

Life almost feels normal. The kind of normal he is afforded in his life, at least.

Sessions with his court-mandated therapist. You. Dinners with Yori, desperately unable to tell him the truth. You. Sleepless nights, glimpses of his darkness haunting him. You. Sleepless nights, tempting images of you.

Behind all the laughter and the times you would spend playing Battleship on the floor of his barely furnished apartment, Bucky gets a sense of something gnawing at him. Something not unfamiliar, but unwelcome all the while.

It's fear. He has something to lose, once more. A friend or a kindred spirit. Whatever else you will find in each other. It's there and it's real, and it makes him feel like Bucky again.

He doesn't want to lose it, whatever it is. He's already lost Steve.

He's not going to lose you too.

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early 2018, Infinity War

After you and Steve left the cabin, it's like the universe was sent a go-ahead signal of some sort.

The world slowly descended into chaos, and the Avengers were needed back into the fold.

Your group had to rush to Scotland to rescue Wanda and Vision. Then it was back to the Avengers compound.

"You think all is forgiven?" Senator Ross asked, the threat evident in his tone. "You think you can just walk back in here like nothing happened? Romanoff has been leading my team on some wild goose chase - "

Natasha merely scoffs, unamused.

" - and Huntress has been actively aiding and abetting her fellow fugitives around the globe."

You were about to say something snarky, but Steve had already taken a step forward, partially shielding you from Ross' view.

"We're not looking for forgiveness, and we're way past asking permission," Steve declared.

In that time, life became drastically different from your days in Alaska. You barely had a moment of repose, worried about the fate of the world.

But you found comfort in the blonde super soldier who was constantly hovering over you. His eyes would meet yours before a decision would be made. His hand sometimes pressed at the small of your back as you walked beside him. Time and again, you found him watching you, a silent question in his eyes. You'd nod back, I'm okay.

You didn't notice, but in one of those moments, Wanda had witnessed the exchange.

And she felt it. That something. Much like what she has with Vision.

But it just wasn't the right time.

It is a bit hard to face the truth that you might be in love when the whole world is burning.

"I guess this is our normal, after all," you wistfully remarked to him one evening, after everyone else had left. The plans were laid. You all were to go to Wakanda the next day.

Steve felt a sense of bitterness arising from him upon hearing your words. It really isn't fair. He has always done everything right, but he's losing count of how many joys he's had to sacrifice.

He lost everyone once. His mom, his sister, Bucky, his fellow soldiers, Dr. Erskine, Peggy. He'd buried himself in ice, only to wake up again in a world that wasn't his anymore.

What else does he have to lose, who else, before he is finally allowed to be happy?

His smile was pained when he replied, "I think I figured out the kind of normal I want."

Despite your exhaustion, you smiled back and curiously asked, "Oh yeah?"

Steve hopelessly tried to commit you to memory. The lilt in your voice, the shape of your lips. That undying spark in your eyes, which remained even when everything was cast in gloom.

Just in case he would wake up one day and find his whole world taken from him once more.

"Yeah," he finally said.

The world is ablaze, but he's grown used to it. He knew he would lay his life down on the line again if that means it would be saved.

But everything be damned, he allowed himself one selfish thought when he confessed, "We never should have left that cabin."

I'm in love with you, were the words caught in his throat. His heart screamed it, yearning to be heard.

And you did.

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It was a cruel twist of fate. But Thanos deemed it destiny.

Was it always meant to happen? Were they always meant to lose?

Steve didn't know how long he stayed on the ground next to the pile of ashes that used to be his best friend.

Bucky was gone.

Steve barely heard the screams. Anguished voices calling out the names of their friends, still searching.

All that would have been unbearable. The sounds of distress enough to drive one mad. But Steve heard nothing. He had nothing.

It's not fair. Inside, he felt like that sickly kid who was always dealt the worst hand. It does feel like he's a kid again, petulant and angry. It's not fair, he thought over and over, I don't deserve this.

Bring Bucky back to me.

Maybe it was all his fault. Maybe if he never took that damned serum... maybe... maybe...

"Cap," he heard someone break him out of his haze. Rhodey stood to the side. "Steve," he repeated, pleading, but Steve still could not find the strength to get up.

Then from the distance, he heard Natasha calling out for you. He stumbled to his feet, his head spinning. Casting one last glance at the spot where Bucky vanished, he turned and started running.

He found Natasha immediately, but not you.

"Where is she?" Steve growled, and his voice sounded rougher than he's ever heard before. Natasha would have recoiled in surprise, if she didn't possess nerves of steel.

"I'm looking," Natasha snapped impatiently. You would have been her loss too.

Steve felt as if he had already scoured through the whole field twice, his body threatening to just give in and crumble to the ground once more, as the hope of finding you dimmed.

Then he heard your faint voice, weak and weary, standing out among all the others.

"Steve?" There you stood, your face half-covered in dried blood and soot. "Did we lose?"

He swiveled around and took you in, a deep breath of helpless relief exiting his lungs. He was angry and defeated.

He wanted to throw Captain America to the wind, and surrender everything.

He wanted to hear his mother's voice singing to him again. This world is cruel, and he wanted to go back home.

But there you were.

There you were, and Steve knew he had not lost everything.

"How did it happen?" you asked as he approached. "Steve, what do we do? There must be something - "

His mouth crashes into yours with such bruising intensity that it makes you stumble backward, but his arms were quick to catch you.

He was right.

You never should have left that cabin.

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2024, seven months after Steve's departure

The nightmare is different.

It's worse. Much worse.

Bucky bolts upright on the floor of his living room, having chosen to bypass the comfort of his bedroom. He thinks this is because he needs to keep his TV on in the background, something to muffle the noise in his mind late at night.

Another reason, one he hasn't confronted yet, is how comfort feels so foreign. It feels wrong, like he doesn't deserve it.

Perhaps that is why he can't find comfort even in his dreams.

It flashes before his eyes, like a broken montage.

It's almost the same every time. He's the Winter Soldier. He's on a mission. There are faces swarming around him, bodies either racing to attack or running away. But he doesn't see any of them. He doesn't feel anything as he makes every single one of them crumble.

But it's different this time. The Winter Soldier does not so much as falter or show any hesitation as he wraps his metal fingers around your windpipe.

The Winter Soldier coldly watches as you expire. Bucky helplessly watches, unable to stop as he loses everything.

Thankfully awake, in this world where he still has you, Bucky's chest feels like it's about to implode.

So much for being a superabled freak.

The clock reads 3:13. It's late, but he needs some air.

He walks for 10 minutes, aimlessly. Then for 20 more, his mind having made a decision on its own. He soon finds himself standing in front of a familiar brownstone building, where your apartment is situated on the top floor.

You don't seem confused when you answer the buzzer. It wouldn't be the first time he has shown up unannounced.

"Can't sleep either?" You're a welcome vision when you greet him at the door, cheeks flushed by the white wine you usually drink at these hours.

She's still here, Bucky reminds himself. The only comfort that he won't deny.

Instead of walking past you, straight into your apartment like he always does, he takes one step closer.

And then another.

He shuts the door behind him.

You watch him carefully, scanning his every movement. There's something here, something different. He takes another step and he has you pressed against the wall.

His eyes betray the storm of emotion brewing inside. He has to remind himself that you're here, and he has you.

"Bucky," you whisper, and it's all he needs.

He leans in and finally touches his lips to yours.

Read part six here ~

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My emotions!!!!!! Hahahaha this chapter is a whole mess and so are our protagonists 🔪🫀

yes yes, expect that the next one is 18+ --- but I still won't say exactly with who --- maybe it's a trick? Maybe it's neither of them? Oh well, honestly some of you have got it bang on already 🤷🏻‍♀️

As always, I am keen to hear what you guys think!!

[ilovetheriddler]

So um... I accidentally posted this unfinished and deleted the post, so I can't get the request thing back, so I included a picture of it above! I hope you enjoy it!

Good girl.

(Batman: The Caped Crusader) Oswalda Cobblepot x F!Reader.

Word Count: 1,211.

Contents: 🔞🔞🔞 NSFW 18+! Kissing, Praise Kink, Vaginal fingering.

The rain was coming down harshly outside of the Iceberg Lounge. It had been pretty stormy the past few days. On the downside, you'd end up missing work today. On the upside, you'd get to spend time with your girlfriend, Oswalda Cobblepot, the owner of the establishment. You were currently waiting in her dressing room, She had already finished tonight's performance, which was as flawless as ever, and was now preoccupied handling some matters involving the other side of her business. She was always so charismatic and charming when preforming, her stage presence was truly unrivaled. But everyone who knew what else she was involved in was fully aware of how ruthless and dangerous she could be if she felt it was necessary. You were snapped out of your train of thoughts as the door opened, Oswalda having returned.

"Welcome back, Ozzy! I hope that whatever matters you had to attend to went well!"

She walked over to the makeup table and sat down on the chair in front of it, setting down her Umbrella next to it. She let out a clearly somewhat frustrated sigh.

"Unfortunately, it could have gone better, Sweetheart. Regardless... I made sure it got taken care of..."

"Well... That's not surprising. I'd be more surprised if whatever required your attention wasn't taken care of after you had to attend to it...."

She let out a hum of acknowledgment as she touched up her lipstick some, careful not to smear it. She glanced over at you a bit before gesturing for you to come over to her. Which of course you immediately did, and walked over to stand next to her.

"Come here and sit down on my lap for a moment, Darling."

"O-okay!"

You carefully sat down on her lap. You felt your face heat up slightly as she wrapped one of her arms around your waist. She was quiet for a moment, as if she was pondering something briefly, before a sly grin crossed her face as she leaned her head closer to your ear.

"Tell me something, my dear... Did you rearrange the things that I asked you to while I was gone?"

"Y-yes! I rearranged all of your outfits by overall theme and then your wigs by color and length!"

"Hmm.... Good girl, I'm very pleased with what you've done."

She grasped your chin gently and turned your head slightly so that it was turned towards her. After staring into your eyes for a few seconds, she leaned in, your lips melting into hers in a sweet but passionate kiss. After what felt like an eternity but in actuality was only about a minute, she pulled away, allowing you to catch your breath.

"Mm... Now... I believe my good girl deserves a reward for doing such a fantastic job at what I asked, don't you agree?"

"O-oh! Um... I um... Really? I mean, I don't see how I could possibly ever say no to a reward from you..."

She let out an amused chuckle as she pushed a few strands of hair from your face, running her fingers along the side of it once tucking them behind your ear.

"Well.... I'll give you two options for your reward. Option One, I'll get you whatever dress or other item you've been eyeing recently...."

"A-and um... Option two?"

"Option Two, Sweetheart... Would be that I spend the rest of the free time I have before I'm needed again, making you feel good..."

"Um... I think I'll go with... Option two..."

You let out a somewhat surprised yelp as you felt her suddenly kissing the back of your neck, slowly moving down your neck to your shoulder. Leaving occasional love bites as she went. She lightly, teasingly traced her hand up your leg, painfully slow, Until it reached the hem of your dress, Carefully sliding it up.

You felt your heart rate speeding up, a strong feeling of anticipation and arousal settling in your abdomen as she pushed your dress up enough to be able to reach the waistband of your panties. She paused for a second, glancing at your face to make sure that you were still alright with what she was doing. Once she confirmed that you were fine with this, she hooked a few of her fingers around the waistband and pulled them off of you, tossing them to the floor next to the chair.

As she slowly ran her hand back up your thighs, she let out a mixture of between a pleased sigh and an amused hum, her hand coming to rest in between your inner thighs. She ran one of her fingers just barely through your folds. You let out a sharp inhale as your face flushed a vibrant, pinkish red hue.

"Oh! you're already dripping wet, and I've hardly done anything, darling. You really are such a good girl for me....."

You somehow felt even more flustered over her words if that was even humanely possible at this point! It was true. She had barely touched you so far. However, her words and her praise always made you weaker than anything else, so you weren't surprised that you were already so aroused.

You let out a weak and slightly frustrated whining sound as she continued to teasingly run her fingers over and around your folds, not yet putting one in. You were normally able to handle her teasing fairly well, but tonight you were too worked up, and needy from her praise, you needed her desperately.

"A-ah... Ozzy... Please....! I... I need you...."

"Oh? Well, I'm more than happy to oblige and give you what you so desperately need since you're being so good...."

A moan that came out way louder than you hoped it would escaped your lips as she slid a finger into you, placing more kisses on your neck as she started moving it in and out of you at a slow and agonizing pace. Gasps and moans fell from your lips as she started moving it slightly faster.

"A-ah... mm..... O-ozzy!"

"Good girl... that's it, let me hear how good I'm making you feel... you're doing so well, sweetheart..."

As she added a second finger, you whined and grasped onto her thighs underneath you. She moaned as you held onto her, clearly enjoying the feeling of you having to hold onto her as a result of the pleasure that she was giving you. You leaned your head back against her as you could feel the pressure building. With each precise movement of her fingers inside you, you were pushed closer and closer to the edge. Only being pushed there quicker once she moved her thumb to your clitours, rubbing it in steady circular motions.

"Ah! O-ozzy.... i-I'm so close... Ah!"

"Shh.... That's it, my dear. Let yourself fall apart under my touch.... be a good girl and come for me...."

After a few more seconds, you felt the tension inside you snap, your walls clenched around her fingers as a synthony of broken moans and gasps fell from your lips. She carefully pulled her fingers out of you as you came down from your high of pleasure, kissing your lips gently.

"See? I always know just how to reward you, don't I, darling?"

"A-absolutely... Gosh...."

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 23

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: Murder, violence, torture, gore, sex

Blood & (Rearranging) Guts

There was a giddy atmosphere on the Victoria Punk. The crew was bustling around, pushing canons, loading guns, sharpening blades. Your weapon, of course, was already sharp and loaded, but you wanted something else, which is why you were rummaging around in the kitchen. You hoped Killer wouldn't mind if you borrowed some things. It wouldn't take long to catch up to the Marine ship, especially at the pace you were moving. Kid ordered the Punk to sail at full speed once they were sure they were pursuing the right ship.

Back on deck, Minerva found you and followed you to where Killer and Kid were standing. Whatever their conversation was, it stopped when you walked over.

"Don't stop on my account." You leaned against the railing, looking towards the bow, which would be approaching the other ship any minute. 

"Well, princess, we were just sayin how ya shouldn't expect any of us to watch yer back," Kid started. "Since ya like to remind us that yer not a part of this crew so much."

Your eyes rolled at the pet name. You were the precise opposite of a princess. "Don't expect me to watch yours either, Captain," You mocked. "Try to stay out of my way, would you?" You patted his back condescendingly as you walked past him, headed towards the bow. You wanted to have the first opportunity to board. 

Killer caught your shoulder, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "Those better not be from my kitchen, darlin." His low voice vibrated against your ear.

"Nothing gets by you, huh?" You motioned for him to bend down again so you could whisper back, "I'm sure I can make it up to you somehow." You winked at him and continued to the bow.

You sat on Mini's back, waiting for your chance to board. The ships were close enough to exchange canon fire. It seemed like Eustass was having fun flinging their cannonballs back at them. You made a mental map of the path you needed to take to get to Giemsa the fastest. You figured Kid would be distracted by killing the marine grunts, but you didn't trust him not to kill your prey if he found him first. 

Finally, the marine ship was close enough. Your fingers tightened in Mini's fur as she barreled towards them, using the railing as a kicking off point for an extra boost. To say the men on board were shocked to see an enormous hog land on the ship was an understatement. Using their moment of shock, you tore through them to get to the stairwell. You didn't even have to ask Mini to cover you. That was a given.

Everything else was tuned out the moment you put your hand on the handle of your gunblade. It was slower getting up the stairs, since you had the low ground. Normally, a captain should be fighting with their men, but you knew Giemsa was a coward at heart, only fighting people he could overpower. You were saving your bullets, however, the task of getting up the stairs was slower than you liked, and you were an impatient woman. Luckily, the stairs were narrow, which lended itself to lining the men up nicely for you. You plunged your knife into the belly of the man in front of you until the barrels of the gun portion of your weapon were flush against him. The line of men in front of you fell to their knees as you pulled the trigger. Infusing your weapon with haki let you shoot through the lot of them. Now, it was a semi-clear path, you just had to climb over some bodies or push some over the railing. You heard the wails of them behind you as Mini also stepped over them, a few hundred pounds heavier than yourself. You really didn't care if you killed them or not. They would die eventually and they would die suffering. Maybe they didn't even know about what their captain was up to. That didn't matter to you either. Guilt by association. Your moral compass had broken along with your spirit back then.

The closer you got to Giemsa's office, the more your heart raced. Not with anxiety or fear, but excitement. Just thinking about your plans for him brought a smile to your face. That smile was incredibly unsettling to the marines that encountered you. The ones who fought you were unnerved and some were frightened away altogether by what they saw. You let them go. The Kid Pirates were behind you after all. You wondered which enemy was more terrifying to them. 

Mini had a blast barreling through the throngs of marines that were trying to defend their captain. Her coarse fur and thick skin prevented their blades from doing much harm, even more so because the wielders were pathetically weak. The boar would spear through her adversaries with her tusks and shake her head back and forth to fling them off. And if she didn't kill them like that, she trampled them. Clearly, she had a lot of pent up energy from being stuck on a boat, unable to run around. 

Walking through the now-clear hall, you stood in front of the door you knew led to Giemsa. Instead of kicking it open, you knocked in code. It was something marines did sometimes to identify each other if they didn't know who was on the other side of the door. Thinking you were another marine, you were told to enter. He was facing away from you, hurriedly explaining the situation on a Den Den Mushi. "M-mayday! T-there's Kid Pirates everywhere. They-" He was cut off as you shot the snail from his hand. Good. He thinks it's only Kid Pirates. He did until he turned around. Then, whatever state of despair he was in was multiplied tenfold as his eyes went wide.

"Didn't I tell you I would come back?" You sat on his desk, across from him, gun pointed at his head. "Lose your weapons, pretty please." He did as he was told, pulling his sword from its scabbard and throwing it down. "Good boy, now strip." He gave you a pathetic look. "I don't trust you to actually disarm yourself, so strip." You used your gun to point to where you wanted him to stand. "And bring your chair over here."

He slowly started to disrobe. "Y-you know there's other marines on their way. A-admirals maybe even."

You put a warning shot through the wall next to his head. "Shut up and strip. No one is coming for your bitch ass." Where the fuck are you, Kid? I'm not waiting. You bit your lip. Maybe you could just do a tiny bit of torture and then heal him before Kid comes so he's a fresh canvas. You tied him to the chair with his own clothes, save for the jacket, which you were now cutting your trophy from. As you shoved it in your pocket for later, there was a loud commotion from outside. There he is. Giemsa's eyes shifted between you and Kid as the red-headed captain entered. As much as you didn't want to share this moment, you delighted in seeing Giemsa's hope of surviving this evaporate before your eyes. 

"Took you long enough."

"I was cleaning up yer mess! Ya left a bunch of them alive!" 

"They were gonna die eventually."

"Don't ya like to watch em die though?"

"You guys are psychopaths!" Giemsa couldn't stop himself from blubbering out loud. It wasn't the smartest move, drawing the attention of both of you.

You took a small paring knife out of your belt. Kid laughed behind you. "So THAT's why Killer was in a huff this morning."

"I'm borrowing it." 

Kid's curiosity was thoroughly piqued. Usually he went for the big knives if he wanted to torture someone. "Show me what ya got, Sea Snake."

You lifted Giemsa's chin in your hand. "Since you enjoyed so much what was done to my face, I'll grant you the honor of matching." 

Before you started, you tore a few strips of fabric from his discarded clothes. With some, you gagged him, and with the others, you wrapped them around your left hand. With the small knife, you started to trace a rough outline of your scars, replicated on his face. He whimpered. "Oh hush. I haven't even started. Just wait until I get to your eye." You took the little knife, starting from his head, and went over the small lines you had made, cutting until you could see the silvery sheen of fascia. Gripping the flap of skin with your fabric-wrapped hand, you started puling and cutting at the same time, no easy task when your materials were struggling beneath your hands. The fabric in your hand helped you keep your grip on the otherwise slick with blood flesh.

A hand came from the side of you and tightly gripped Giemsa by the hair so that he couldn't move his head. You gave a questioning look to Kid. "What?! The faster yer done, the faster I get a turn." Kid watched intently as you skinned half the man's head. No question you had practice with it. There was a finesse to your work. Even after blood was dripping down your elbows, you never lost your grip. Kid almost forgot to revel in the man's torment because he was so lost in the way your hands worked, and how good they looked glistening in red-brown hues.

It was satisfying to watch the skin peel away. Yes, you were aware that it was pretty fucked up to be enjoying this. No, you didn't care. He had it coming. Briefly, as you held up the skin you had cut away, you wondered if you could mail it to Marine Headquarters, similar to what the Warlord, Trafalgar Law, had done. You smirked at your handiwork. Just as your face had been marred, so too, was his. Flinging the skin towards where Mini was waiting, you went back to the task at hand.

Your hand squeezed over Kid's, making sure his grasp was firm. "Hold him tight. This is the best part."

Kid felt his skin heat up where you had left a bloody handprint. The way you bit your lip with concentration and how your voice was practically a purr when you gave him instruction made his heart race. 

You grabbed the side of Giemsa's head that was missing skin, causing an intense stinging pain to him, though you barely heard his shrieking through your intense focus. Sliding your thumb up, you dipped it towards his eye. "I really wish you could live and learn what it feels like to have your vision taken from you, but sadly, you do have to die." Pushing your thumb under his eye, it was warm and wet. You maneuvered your hand to loosen the muscles holding the eye in place. During this, Giemsa screamed so hard you thought he passed out for a minute. Finally, his eye popped out, hanging on by the nerve. Wrapping it around your finger, you yanked on it. You held it up in front of his other eye so he could see it, IF he could see it, given that blood and tears were running down his face. "Mini." The boar had been patiently waiting in the background, Killer had been, too, you noticed. She opened her mouth for you to toss your prize into. 

Wiping your hands on your clothes, you let out a sigh. Even though it should have been the opposite, for a normal person, you felt a weight lift from you. This was a catharsis. "Your turn, Captain." You walked past him towards Killer. "Try to impress me." Kid growled at your remark and immediately went to work on Giemsa, choosing blunt force as his tool.

It was hard to understand the flayed man, though you could make out him asking why Kid was now his torturer.

"Cuz ya fucked with me and my crew." Kid had the man encased in various metal pieces, crushing different parts of him as he pleased. "And based on what I've heard of ya, I can only guess what yer plans were with my girls." You could hear bones break from across the room. 

Killer had his arms folded, watching the little show in front of him. "Nice technique." 

You were sharpening the paring knife with a small whet stone, also borrowed from the kitchen. "Thanks," you grinned.

The blonde was definitely displeased with your use of kitchen tools. "You could have asked if we had any knives specifically for this."

"Oh yeah, Killer. Let me just ask for your finest torturing instruments." As if that was the weirdest thing that you could have done at this point. "You barely let me have my own weapon. AND I know the kitchen knives are way sharper."

"Not anymore." His voice was softer.

"Oh my god. Are you pouting?" It was in his tone. Cute.

"Don't push it. I didn't have to let you take them." Killer tilted his head. "I was curious about what you were gonna do."

"I told you I would make it up to you." 

"You will." 

His deep voice sent a shiver up your spine and you weren't mad at his threat. A particularly loud scream drew your attention back to Kid. "Don't kill him! That honor is mine, remember?" You got closer to see what he was doing. You could tell he overdid it. There were shards of metal sticking out of Giemsa everywhere and he was nearly unrecognizable with swelling and bruising. "Come on, Kid!" You pushed him exasperatedly. "He's practically dead!" 

"But he's not!" Kid wiped his brow, getting rid of sweat, yet smearing deep red across it. "I held my end of the deal up."

"Barely." 

"So-rry I don't have fancy knife skills like ya." He feigned an apology and snickered. 

"Okay." You said, nodding irritatedly. "Then you're gonna learn." You handed him the kitchen knife, handle first.

Kid's eyebrows knit together. "Hah??"

You thrust the knife at him again. "Take it." He took it, an unsure look in his eyes. "Okay, now take the other half of his face off. You were watching how I did it." You folded your arms. Kid looked at you again and started to emulate what you had done. Killer had walked up, too, out of curiosity, to see how Kid would fare. 

Kid cursed as the knife created a buttonhole in the skin he had tried to peel off. After a few more times, he threw his hands up. The man had little patience. "Are you happy? I tried." 

"Uh-uh," you tutted. "You didn't want to stop before and you're not stopping now."A wry smile crept onto your face. "If I can't finish torturing him how I want, then you'll do." Before Kid was able to protest, you put your hand over his that was still gripping the knife, comically small in his huge hand. His arm was a lot longer than yours, putting you in a somewhat awkward position, pressed against his side. It was hard to ignore the smell of iron and sweat that radiated from him, not unpleasantly so. You tilted his hand slightly, "Your angle is wrong." The knife glided more smoothly, but it still snagged and punctured through the skin. Your usual admonishing tone was replaced with an encouraging one, "Too much force. Lighten up." You could feel Kid was tense under you. Your hand slid to his wrist and shook it until he relaxed. "That's better." You let his hand go, resting it on his shoulder next to your other hand. Once you saw he had the hang of it, you let him finish the job. Somewhat regretfully, you let go off his shoulder and stood back. 

Kid was annoyed at first, you bossing him around. He only tried it initially to stop you from bitching at him. So what if he almost killed the guy, you wanted him dead anyway, and Kid wasn't used to sharing. When you put your hand over his, though, his thoughts were instantly clouded. Even more so, when he felt the rest of your body pressed up against his. He didn't even hear what you were saying, more focused on how your words tickled his neck than anything else. Kid was only shaken back to reality when you grabbed his wrist to get him to relax. He felt you lean on his shoulder, resting your chin on it while you were watching his progress. It was either the adrenaline or the testosterone pumping through his veins, maybe it was just you, covered in blood, with your sweet lips so close to his ear and your nails digging into his skin with every stroke of the knife, like you were enjoying it; either way he wanted to sling you over his shoulder and throw you on the bed in his cabin. Now, he watched you. After he had finished, it was your turn again, even though the poor excuse of a man was hanging onto life by a thread. Kid's eyes followed your grinning face as you took out your stupid gun/knife out and pressed it to the man's throat. A part of him wished he was the one under your burning gaze, maybe with a knife, maybe sitting on top of him. Slowly, you dragged the blade over Giemsa's throat. Instead of the red spray that was typical, there was a sad, red dripping line. The look you gave to Kid was withering as you stood in front of him, yelling something about how the guy's blood pressure was so low it wasn't even satisfying. His usual instinct was to yell something back at you, yet all he wanted to do was tangle his hand in your hair and devour your blood-stained body. 

"Aw y'all look so precious torturing together," Killer was smirking under his mask, you could tell. 

You didn't have a chance to voice your rebuttal before Kid bounced a bolt off his first mate's mask. "SHUT UP, KILLER."

Killer couldn't resist. It was an easy taunt. And judging from the way both you and Kid went red, well, it was hard to tell since both of your faces were spattered in blood, Killer was sure he would do it again. Kid was so cute when he got flustered. Killer couldn't blame him though; you were something else. Killer tried not to indulge himself in thoughts of you too often. He knew you would be a fleeting thing aboard the Victoria and he preferred to take his time getting to know someone. Pretty much the opposite of Kid, who liked to get to know someone starting at whatever hole he could get to first.

It was dusk when the three of you emerged on the deck. You hadn't realized how long you had been in there for. There wasn't a soul in white remaining on the marine ship. The only living occupants were the Kid Pirates looting it for maps, gold, and food. I'm hungry. 

As if reading your mind, Killer asked his captain, "So are we going to feast tonight or what?" He was watching several crew carry kegs filled with some kind of alcohol, and crates of food fresh from the island you had just left. 

"Fuck yeah," Kid replied enthusiastically. 

As hungry as you were, you were not about to eat without washing the gore off. And you had some things you needed to get out of your mind, especially before drinking, namely Kid's scent and the way you could feel his muscles move under you. Both of those things were easier said than done. The first problem was every other girl had the same thinking as you, so all the showers were full. The second problem was that Kid was very hot and it was hard to banish certain thoughts you had about him, chiefly since you couldn't find a goddamn shower to quietly relieve that tension. 

You paced the hallway, waiting for someone to finish up. "Other people have to shower too, you know!" You banged on the door. 

"I know where there's a shower." You turned to see Kid smugly leaning against his doorframe.

You looked him up and down. "Not a chance." You couldn't take the bait that easily. You would never live it down.

He shrugged. "Suit yerself." Kid vanished into his cabin. He knew you would be back. After all, he had used his powers to turn on the showers and lock the door of the women's bathrooms. They had been long finished by now. 

You paced for another 20 minutes before giving up. Fuck it. Sighing, you knocked on Kid's door. It opened almost immediately, like he'd been expecting you. "Can I use your shower?" You mumbled.

He put his hand to his ear, like he was waiting for you to say something else.

"Can I use your shower please, Captain?"

"Only because I'm so nice," He held the door open for you. "Ya know where it is."

You expected to be jumped, but Kid was busy looking at something on his desk, maybe one of the maps they had stolen. Your brows furrowed. You shrugged your jacket to the floor, sneaking a peek over your shoulder. Nothing. You opened the door to the bathroom but didn't close it, undoing your belt and kicking your pants off, as you leaned over to turn the water on. You could see in the reflection of the metal faucet that Kid still wasn't looking. It was making you a little mad. You didn't necessarily want him to be all over you, though now you were a bit offended that he wasn't. What? I'm not hot anymore? Another thought occurred to you. Did I go too far? He's turned off by what he saw me do? 

Kid knew you were looking at him. He was pretending to look at a map, though he was actually trying to gauge your true interest in him. He was always the one that pursued you and sometimes under very dubious pretenses. But now he was genuinely curious. Did you want him? Of course he enjoyed when you struggled, because he knew you were into it, or you were eventually into it. After everything that transpired, he didn't want to accidentally overstep. It wasn't enjoyable if you weren't also enjoying yourself. 

Now, you were standing in the doorway, stark naked and still nothing. Your eyes narrowed. Okay. I'll get his attention. One well-aimed shot did the trick. 

Kid's head snapped up, finally looking at you. "WOMAN, ARE YA INSANE?" That was so close he could feel the heat from the bullet. 

"You didn't even peek at me!" 

Kid slammed his fist on the desk. "Gods, ya know I wanted to! I thought if I ignored ya, ya might put yer titties in my face or somethin! Not shoot at me!" 

You shrugged. Yeah that's probably what a normal woman would do. "I guess." You walked over and stood in front of his desk, hands clasped behind your back. 

"Don't ya fuckin act shy now! Ya shot at me and tried to seduce me."

A smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth. "I thought maybe..." You bit your lip. "I thought maybe I went a little... overboard earlier... and scared you off." 

Kid threw his head back and laughed. "Are ya fuckin kiddin me? I'm Captain fucking Kid! It was the hottest thing I've ever seen." Kid stood up and started to undo his belts.

"No. Stop." You walked around the side of his desk and gently pushed him to sit back down. "Let me." You slid down between his knees, a little too eager to get past the obstacles between you and his dick. He helped you tug his pants down far enough to let his cock spring free, sucking in a sharp breath when you spit on it and took it in your hand. You knew you would gag if you tried to take the entire thing so you focused on the tip and used your hand for the rest.

Killer chose that moment to pop his head in, since the door was wide open. All he could see was Kid at his desk. "Hey, are you gonna get in?" He said thumb over his shoulder pointing to the shower. "Water's been on for a while." 

Kid made some intelligible grunting noise.

Killer couldn't tell if that was a yes or no. "What?" He looked down at the floor, littered with your clothes, and back to Kid, who had his head tilted back. Killer was fairly familiar with that face. "You're gettin sucked off, aren't you?" He sighed. "Okay, well I'm gonna get in then." He started to close the door, mumbling about wasting hot water.

You heard Killer in the doorway ask Kid something, as you bobbed your head up and down. Remembering your promise to make it up to him for stealing his kitchen knives, you poked your head up. "You wanna join?" 

Killer faltered for a moment before slamming the door, making you snicker. 

Kid pushed your head back down. "Girlie, you're mine fer tonight. I ain't sharin," he growled, gripping your hair and making you go faster.

Your eyes were tearing up as his cock nearly made you choke every time he pushed your head down. Suddenly, he pulled you off him and up, pulling his legs closer together so you could comfortably sit on top of him. Kid was very obviously impatient as he grabbed your hips and pushed you down on his cock, filling you up in one swift motion. You buried your head into his head and moaned. His grip prevented you from grinding on him, which you desperately wanted to do, instead bouncing you up and down on him. With each downward motion, he was hitting your cervix. It was painful, but it was a good pain. You felt his tongue slide up the side of your neck, him moaning as he tasted the remaining blood and  biting at your ear. You yelped but returned the favor, alternating biting at his neck and licking at the blood that was dried on it, from his shoulder to behind his ear. "You're disgusting," you breathily whispered. "I like that about you." Kid laughed between panting and lifted you up, slamming your back against the desk, him hulking over you. As you cried out, he bent down and shoved his tongue in your mouth. Both of you sucking at each other's tongues and biting at each other's lips. Your hands found his hair and tugged him closer to you. He swallowed every moan you gave up for him. The way your thighs gripped him tighter and tighter gave away how close you were. 

"Hate me so much but yer little pussy can't get enough of me can it?" Kid teased. "Say it." Kid pressed his thumb into your clit.

"I h-hate you." You played dumb on purpose, defiantly smirking up at him. 

Kid growled and closed his metal and on your throat. "No, the other thing," he hissed through clenched teeth, clearly trying to hold out. 

"T-this..Nnnlittle," you couldn't think straight between his thumb rolling across your clit and the deep strokes he was pounding into you. "Fuck!" Your back involuntarily arched and heat filled your body, sending waves of shaking pleasure down to your curling toes. 

The rhythmic clenching of your sopping wet pussy drove Kid over the edge. He wanted to stay buried in it, but he pulled out and sent ropes of hot cum to splatter across your body that was so beautifully laid out for him on his desk. The only thing that would be better was if the blood was still wet so he could really make a mess of you and smear it together with his cum. You both stayed like that until you caught your breath. 

It sounded like Killer was done in the shower. He probably showered as fast as possible so he didn't have to hear Kid fucking you. Kid took off the rest of his clothes before slapping your tit and squeezing it. "Get yer ass in the shower. I'm tryna eat that pussy, too." 

He didn't have to tell you twice and soon your back was pressed against the cool side of the shower, both your legs over Kid's shoulders. His tongue and fingers were unrelenting as he ripped another orgasm from you. You doubled over, gripping so tightly at his hair that your fingers were cramping, toes curling so hard that they were cramping, too. "Ah! F-fuck! Fuck!" Partly crying out from pleasure and partly crying out from pain. Kid finally let you down, stabilizing you with his arm when your legs refused to stop shaking.

He taunted you, "Poor brat can't even stand on her own." 

"Shut up," you pushed his arm away. You started washing up, trying to get the dried blood out of your hair. Kid did the same. "Did I miss any spots?" 

Kid looked you over and used his thumb to rub away something from your temple. "What about me?" 

You looked at him with his wet, red hair plastered on his pale forehead. His appearance was so different without his lipstick and goggles. "Just your ugly-ass face." You flicked his crooked nose. 

"Rotten, yer so lucky I'm hungry or I would fuck ya until ya lost yer voice from screamin so loud." Kid squished your cheeks in his hand. "Then ya couldn't run that smart mouth of yers."

You giggled at his threat, turning your head to his thumb and resting your lips on it, playfully taking it in your mouth and coming off it with a 'pop'. "What are you doing after dinner?" Your lust-filled eyes slid up to meet his. 

When you both eventually emerged from below deck, everyone else was already deep into the festivities, and by festivities, you meant booze. Killer sipped through a straw and waved to Kid, leaning back in a chair. Everyone else was horsing around or stuffing their faces. You looked around and saw Heat beckoning you over. Next to him was Wire. 

"I see you're friendly with the captain again." Heat casually observed. He was doing something with a bunch of bottles half-full of liquid. 

You were surprised to see the marine ship still tethered to theirs. "Yeah, well, we were going over a map." You were certainly doing somethingover a map.

"Does that usually involve biting each other's necks?" Heat saw your glare and held his hands up. "Just askin. I don't know. I'm not a captain or anything."

Wire laughed at that.

"Fuck off, Heat." You laughed, touching your hand to your neck. You could heal them, but you really didn't care who saw or what they thought. Though you knew Quincy, Dive, and Emma would definitely give you a hard time. "Why is this thing still here?"

Heat was now stuffing rags into the tops of the bottles. "Every party needs a bonfire, Y/N." He handed you a few and lit the rags for you.

A grin split your face. "I see." You cocked your arm back and threw one bottle after the other towards the other ship. 

Wire and Heat did the same next to you and a few others joined as well. When the other ship was fully engulfed, the ropes tethering it were cut. You leaned against the railing and watched it burn. The heat from the fire rolled over your face. It felt good. One down. Two to go. You sighed. What would you do now? Leave at the next island? Stick around? No one had asked you to leave or stay. You were dragged out of your thoughts, no, literally dragged, you noticed. There was a purple glow and you felt some kind of metal around your center. Kid. He set you on a bench between himself and Killer. 

"Come sit with us, girlie," Kid slung his arm over your shoulders. "How does revenge feel?"

Killer set a mug down in front of you, complete with a straw like his. You took a long drink. "Feels even better with a lovely bonfire afterwards." The other ship was slowly drifting away. You turned back to Killer, who was taking things from his plate, like chicken bones, or other inedible scraps, and putting the under the table. You glanced under the table, already knowing what you would see, and looked back at him with a warmth in your eyes. Mini was happily munching on a pile of scraps that had been dumped at her feet, evidently placed there by not just Killer, but Heat and Wire, too, based on the cleanliness of their plates. 

Killer scratched behind his neck. "Seems better than tossing it in the garbage." Killer hated wasting food. 

You had wondered why Mini hadn't greeted you when you came on deck. Her heart had been swayed by chicken bones and apple cores. After eating your fill, you sat at the table and listened to Wire and Heat brag about who killed more marines. It was the most you heard Wire say so far. Kid joined the conversation, but instead of bragging about himself, he was telling them what you had done. 

"Ya should have seen it! Maybe the next one ya can show em." Kid elbowed you in the side.

Both Killer and you lent a sideways glance to Kid. Next one? 

Kid laughed. "She used Killer's good kitchen knives, too." He grabbed his friend's shoulder. "Probably only let her get away with it cuz she's got good-" It was your turn to elbow him. Hard.

"You talk too much when you're drunk." You got up from the table and went to find the girls. You wanted to hang out with them. If for no other reason than to avoid hear anything embarrassing come out of Kid's mouth. Just as you thought, they were unrelenting in their teasing when they saw the marks on your neck. "Whatever. At least I'm getting laid." You flipped them off. This started bickering between them when Emma was caught in a lie, claiming that she had, in fact, also gotten aid recently. Then Quincy started bitching about how there weren't many good options on board and she couldn't wait until they docked in another few days so they could hit the bar. You were in a fit of laughter as they started physically fighting, yanking each others' hair. You were all too distracted to notice Kid coming up and hoisting you over his shoulder. 

It was the best night of sleep you had had since the first time you had slept in this bed. You were tangled in sheets and covered in red lipstick. Black sheets were a wise choice when you went to bed in red lipstick all the time, you supposed. Kid was in a deep sleep, snoring the house down. How you slept through that, you would never know. You stretched out and finally noticed the reason you had woken up: Killer was staring at you from the foot of the bed. You sat up quickly. "Uh, a 'good morning' would be less creepy." 

He tossed a white piece of clothing at you. "Kitchen. 10 minutes." It was an apron.

You were still a little tired and sore from the night prior. But this intrigued you. You rushed out of bed, quickly washed up, and threw clothes on. Trying not to appear too eager, you went to the galley. "So am I making it up to you in this?"  You gestured to the white apron. 

Killer nodded. He walked up to you and adjusted the apron slightly. "Close your eyes." 

You did as he asked. Killer was a bit of a mystery to you, but you thought he was probably kinky. You felt his hands at your waist, lightly positioning you in front of the counter. He put something in your hand and curled your fingers around it. It wasn't what you thought it would be. You opened your eyes. In front of you was a cutting board and some vegetables. 

Killer was very amused by the confused expression on your face. "Get chopping, darlin." He started prepping some other things.

"What's this?"

"This is how you're making it up to me, line cook." 

You blinked at him. "Are you serious? I thought..." Your face flushed. The mood soured for you as you realized you would not be getting any morning action. 

Killer laughed. "You thought I was gonna fuck you."

"No!" It was hard to be mad at him when his laugh was so disarming. 

"You did." 

You channeled your frustration into chopping. 

Next Chapter

[lvlystars]

funny valentine — l.c

pairing. lee chan x fem!reader

genre. angst, toxic!chan 😞

warnings. slight suggestive content. chan is a bitch. big nono man.

wc. 1.1k

a/n. y'all. i'm alive. based on true events btw, i've been declared not guilty, my lawyer hates me, and the man is now screaming at me from the grave 😇. jkjk. it would be crazy if i actually was convicted of murder tho. anyways, if i can't be happy on valentines, no one can !!!!!!!

feburary 14 (3:14 am)

— u up?

you scramble for your phone as your heart beats out of your chest, the mindless scrolling through your 'for you' page ending in that moment he texted you.

what is he doing at this ungodly hour? why was he texting you?

yeah —

— coming over in 5

no. he can't come. he just can't.

you try to text back to refuse, but he had already gone offline. you sigh as you sink into your mattress, turning off your phone as you wait for him to appear at your doorstep.

lee chan. the bane of your existence if you were to summarise your experience with him. on and off relationships, meaningless hookups, unanswered texts about what you two were, what label to put on your relationship — he was the red flag package deal. and yet, somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to actually cut things off with him. while he was all of the above, he made you feel loved, made you feel special with the way every single moment spent with him were the most exhilarating and euphoric moments, chan making sure to hug and kiss every inch of your body while he can, and handling your body with such care, as if you would crumble beneath his fingertips.

lee chan was playing you, and he was good at it.

a couple minutes later, you heard a knock at your door, and you immediately jolt up, your heart palpitating as you pull the covers off of you. once you finally reach the door, you pull it open to see chan leaning against the frame of your door, smirking down at you.

“i knew you’d answer me.” he pats your cheek softly before walking into your dorm uninvited.

“chan-”

“did you rearrange your place? shame, i finally had your dorm layout memorised so i wouldn’t bump into anything while we-”

“chan.” you sternly raise your voice, catching him off guard. he stares back at you, his eyebrow quirked up as he stood there, his hands shoved in his jeans.

“i…i don’t think we should do this anymore.” you stare into chan’s face, your face burning as chan’s eyes bore into yours, his expression morphing into one of slight confusion, a glint of enjoyment flitting across his features as he stalks towards you.

“baby, you're not serious, right? why would you want to let go of this…us?” he moves closer to you, holding you as he soothingly rubs your forearms. you shake your head, trying to squirm out of his grasp as his face lowers down to yours. “you’re my favourite, don’t you know that?” he mutters.

“no.” you push him away, your breathing growing more panicked. “chan, you and i both want completely different things. we are on opposite sides. this isn’t going to work out.” your voice trembles as you move towards your door, feeling cornered as chan continues to move closer to you. he towers over you as you shrink into yourself, feeling completely powerless and helpless.

“but i give you those things you desire, no? and you give me what i want." he tilts his head in mock confusion.

"y/n, honey, we’re two sides on the same coin. we need each other, why would you think something like that?” you can sense the tinge of hostility and toxicity behind his tone as he narrows his eyes at you, reaching his hand out to caress your face. you subconsciously lean into his touch, tears pooling in your eyes as you try to say anything to get out of this monstrosity of a situationship.

“then…then what are we? we’re not dating, you’re not my boyfriend…you hook up with tens of other girls on campus. i want someone who’ll stay loyal to me.” you sputter out, trying to compose yourself to your best ability as chan just laughs lightly, as if you were just stating a silly habit he had.

“we…we’re…we’re, y’know…” you look at him expectantly as chan looks slightly irritated at your persistence, huffing slightly.

“baby, look-”

“no. i don’t want to hear it. i’m tired of the mixed signals. if you’re not going to commit to a relationship, then don’t talk to me.” you cut him off, glaring up at him. you can see chan poking at his cheek with his tongue before he grabs you tightly by your shoulders, catching you off guard as he lowers his face down to yours, glaring at you.

“what, you think you’re special? special enough to have me as your boyfriend?” he mockingly laughs. “honey, there are tons of girls who are dying out there to just have sex with me, and you’re really going to leave all that just because you want to be in a relationship?” chan asks in a condescending manner, and you feel your heart drop to the pit in your stomach. you’ve only seen him get like this whenever he didn’t get his way with other people: his brown eyes filled with belittlement, as if you were a mere inconvenience in his way. his breathing was slowly getting erratic, he’s losing his patience.

lee chan was getting mad at you.

“i don’t know you, i don’t care whether i know you or not. i just saw you on campus, thought you were hot, and just had you to myself, just like other girls. i didn’t talk to you because i liked you.” he sneers, looking you up and down. tears pooled in your eyes as you stared up at chan in disbelief. “you and i do not have any kind of romantic relationship, i’ll tell you that. you want a label on this? fine: we’re just fuckbuddies. nothing more, nothing less.”

“if you’re gonna try crossing the line with all that relationship shit again, then i’m gonna have to just stop what we have, y/n. because i don’t want some brat that bitches about having me to themselves, got it?” he glowers at you. his face was now mere inches away from yours as tears were rolling down your face. you slowly nod before chan stands up straight again, patting your face again as he smiles.

“good girl. now i came here for a reason, ” chan sits down on your bed, smirking at you across the room as you’re still in the corner of the room, hastily wiping your tears before walking over to him. once you’re close enough, he grabs your waist tenderly as he rubs soft circles into your skin, grinning like a wolf while he looks your body up and down, making you feel exposed.

your face grows hot as seconds continue to tick by, and you’re taken aback as chan suddenly stands up, flipping you both around and throwing you onto the bed before he leans over you, leaning down beside your ear as you felt chills run down your body. your heart shatters even more when he whispers:

“happy valentines day, baby.”

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OUTLAW (49)

ATEEZ poly!ot8 x Reader

Cowboy AU / Wild West

Series Masterlist

Warning: none

A/N NOT BETA READ. YOU GUYS THE FIRST ARC IS OVER! I am so pumped for the second. Obviously the next arc will have the rest of the four boys. I'm so excited to get into them. BUT a break from the story for a moment so I can catch up with my stories. Most of them are imagines but I'm excited to have them out for you guys! Catch my 2k followers event for ATEEZ. Sneak peaks coming soon!

There was a tight feeling in your chest as you placed the last box up into the wagon the boys had. You had packed up all the small things you had in the room you shared with your sister. All your skirts and shirts were packed. Even if you had left the bed there, you knew in the end you were just going to share with one of the boys. It had been their idea anyway.  

“Is that the last of it?” San asked you, rearranging the boxes like tetris on the wagon. 

“Should be.” You smiled up at him. 

“You have a lot of junk.” Wooyoung pursed his lips, scooting things over as he tried to make himself comfortable at the front.

“Me!?” You gasped, looking at him incredulously. “These are all your things! I only have two boxes.” You gestured to your things. 

“We should really do some spring cleaning.” Yunho came up next to you, hands on his hips as he looked over their things. 

“We'll get rid of things when we reach Aurora.” Jongho explained, bringing their horses closer. “We have to make room for you anyways in the house.” He told you. 

“You guys have a house?” You raised your brows, making them laugh.

“You didn’t think we lived in the forest, did you? We aren’t homeless.” Seonghwa laughed. 

“It's been our home for a while now.” Yeosang came up behind you, placing a hand on the small of your back. “I'm sure you'll love it.”

“I'm so excited to be going home! I can't wait for you to meet everyone.” Wooyoung told you.

“We are close to finishing our mission.” Hongjoong stated. “After that we can go home and rest. We have a long ride ahead of us.” He said. 

You sighed deeply, turning around to find all your family waiting on the porch to speak with you. The tightening feeling only heightened when you saw them all with small smiles on their faces. Tears pooled at your mother’s eyes, your dad had his jaw clenched to keep from crying. Your little brother was none the wiser, happily skipping over to the boys to talk with them and pet the horses. 

You laughed as he passed and gave you a quick hug. Turning back to your family, you began your trek back up to the porch, moving closer to your family. 

“We were worried you would take off before even coming to see us.” Your dad said, reaching an arm out to give you a hug. 

“Never.” You said. “I promise I'll try my best to come and visit. It's hard to let you guys go so easily.” You added, pulling away. 

“You have a life to start.” You mom smiled through her tears. “We'll understand if you can't come down sometimes.”

You looked over at your siblings, moving to give your brother a hug before turning to your sister. 

“Please write to me.” She sniffled, nuzzling her head into your shoulder. “I know you're much older but there are some things I can't talk about with the boys.” She pulled back, watching you through teary eyes. 

“Same here.” You sniffled, patting her head. “I love you.” You whispered, tears finally falling. 

“I love you too.” She smiled. “Thank you for being my sister.”

“As much as we always talked about you staying at the hotel forever and joking that you'd never leave, I'm not prepared for this.” Your father spoke to you as you turned to give your parents your attention. 

“I don't think anyone ever is.” Your mom said. 

“I know I'm not.” You laughed through your tears. 

“But this is what you want.” Your mom reached out to grab your hands. “What you need. This is something that is part of your story.” She explained. 

“It's a journey that everyone goes through.” Your dad told you. 

“You just got lucky you didn't have to leave.” You snorted. 

“I didn't, but your mother did.” He added, looking down at his wife. 

“And I wouldn't change it for the world.” She smiled up at him. “Please take care. You mean so much to us.” She added, turning back to you. 

“We're ready.” Yeosang came up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist. 

“Take care, boys.” Your dad spoke up, watching as all 8 of them came up behind you. 

“Always.” Mingi smiled.

“And take care of our (Y/N).” Your mother added, looking at all of them with a pointed look.

“Our first priority.” Hongjoong answered. “She means a lot more to us than you could ever know. She's one of us now. No harm will ever come to her–not on our watch.” He smiled brightly. 

“Lucky her to have so many of you. Stay safe on your trip. Please come and visit when you can.” Your mother reached out to give them all hugs. 

“Of course.” Seonghwa smiled politely. 

You gave last hugs to all your family, trying not to wipe your nose on their clothing. When you finished giving your little brother one last tight hug, you went to follow the boys, climbing onto the driver seats of the wagon with San. When the wheels began to turn, a sob left your throat smile shining on your face as you watched your family move behind you. 

“Bye!” Your little brother and sister yelled, chasing after the wagon. “We love you!” They screamed, waving enthusiastically. 

“Bye!” You laughed, waving just as excitedly. 

As you took in a deep sigh, you turned in your seat, looking over to see San giving you his arm in comfort. You looped your own through his, laying your head on his shoulder as you wiped at your tears. 

“This is it.” You said, looking around at the town that you were leaving. 

You saw the hotel coming closer, the window where you had first met the boys passing by. You smiled, thinking about the last few months you had. 

“A start to your journey.” Seonghwa spoke up, trotting next to the wagon on his horse.

“It's gonna be dangerous, Doll.” Mingi said, coming up on the other side. 

You thought about the day you had officially met Mingi, the time when you had saved that girl from an aggressor. You would have never imagined what kind of adventure you were going to be getting into the day you had met them all. 

“But I have you guys.” You smiled at him. 

“And we get to have you all to ourselves!” Wooyoung laughed, leaning over to kiss your cheek as he sat on all the supplies the group had. 

You never would have guessed this was where life would take you after giving a room to two cops who had entered the hotel. Never would have thought that by helping injured men would intertwine you with them. It was far from what you were thinking for yourself. But this was the adventure you were waiting for. The need that would spark your passion to help others. 

The joy that it would bring you to spend time with 8 men who were ready to give you everything. The people you needed in your life. 

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[sulumuns-dootah]

30.11. Sitri - Cookies and Tea

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

₊˚⊹.* The Yule festival of Hell *.⊹˚₊

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“How many scoops do I add again, dear?” Sitri asks you measuring the flour for the third cookie recipe you've been making together for the holidays.

“I believe two. It's apparently going to be still on the runny side, but that should be fixed while kneading it for a few minutes while flouring the working surface.” you answer, checking the cookbook while your hands cut out shapes out of another dough.

Sitri hums in affirmation and transfers the measured flour into a bowl to his side. He sets the measuring cup down and comes to stand behind you, admiring the human-like shapes you've been creating.

“This one's Satan,” you point to the figure that's shorter than others, “because his legs kinda messed up, so I had to fix them and they came out shorter.”

“And which one is me, then?” Sitri's hands come to hug your waist.

“This one, because he came out perfect.” you turn your head to the demon behind you an lean to the side to kiss his slightly flushed cheek.

It takes him a second before he's back to himself and looks down at you with love in his eyes. He's about to kiss you on the lips, but he's interrupted by the sound of an oven alarm signaling that the previous batch of cookies is finished baking. When they're out of their heat prison, Sitri's quick to resume his place behind you.

“Now where were we?” his cheeks are still flushed.

You turn around and kiss his nose, “Finish that last dough so we can get it in the oven and then we'll cuddle up and have some of that new tea you blended, okay?”

Sitri nods and steps back to the mixing station, taking the cookbook with him. Meanwhile you transfer all cut-out cookies on a tray and put them to bake, not forgetting to set the timer again. You then carefully transfer the previously baked cookies into a box so they can be stored before you decorate them some other day.

Resuming your position at the shaping station, Sitri's finished dough already awaits you to be cut into various shapes and some even to have a smaller shape cut into them to. Looking over to see what your favorite demon is doing, you get a view of his perfectly shaped ass as he's leaning over the counter to clean up the mess he's made and to put away all the utensils.

Before he can catch you staring, you whip your head back and pretend, that the dough shapes are more interesting than his shapes. He does eye you suspiciously for a second though, like he knows.

Soon all the shapes are finally cut out and the last tray is put into the oven. You carefully transfer the previous batch into a different box and turn to clean up your previous spot in the kitchen. But it seems, that Sitri's faster than you and he's already put away most of your tools.

You could lean back against the counter and enjoy another nice view of his asset, but instead you choose to hug him from behind, “How about you let me finish this up so you can go prepare us that tea?”

“I'm almost done here. And the tea won't take much time since it's herbal. Those don't need to steep that long. You can prepare our favorite spot in the meantime, dear.” Sitri refuses and you sadly let go of his waist to make your way to the living room.

The gorgeous ceiling-high window is one of your favorite things about your home with Sitri. You've searched far and wide to find the perfect divan (that's one of those fancy sofas with back and armrest on one side), which you'd be able to put right in front of the window to enjoy the scenic view. Grabbing the folded up blanket, you undo it and rearrange the pillows to be less decorative and more comfortable, so you can snugly sit on it with Sitri.

You lounge on the sofa for a while and look out at the scenery presenting itself today. It snowed last night and everything is covered in undisturbed white. It's a wonder that even in Hell it can snow. Maybe Hell really does freeze over.

You're interrupted from your thought by a door swinging open and Sitri entering the room with a tray containing two cups, teapot and some cookies, which didn't turn out well during the baking process. He sets it down on a table in front of you and quickly moves to close the door behind him.

“Have you picked out an activity for today's tea break?” Sitri asks as he slides on the sofa behind you, allowing you to rest your back against him.

“I was hoping we'd just watch the nature. It hasn't snowed this much in the human world for a long time.” you pull the blanket over the both of you and reach out for your cup of tea.

“It is rather beautiful. Being busy doing my duties as a high-ranking servant of king Satan, I rarely have time to stop and enjoy the calm moments. ” he snuggles up to you, watching a squirrel climb a tree with a handful of nuts in its paws.

“Oh, this tea is delightful, Sitri!” you say, tasting the warm drink on your tastebuds.

When your cup is empty, you realise that it's becoming increasingly warm under the blanket and you're not sure if it's just the tea, the shared bodily heat of you and your demon or something more wicked.

You set your cup back on the tray and look at Sitri. His face is flushed and his breaths are slightly heavier. In that moment you realise, that the tea blend despite being herbal must have included some caffeine which made your heart subconsciously beat faster.

Fully turning around to face him you lean in for a kiss, which he gladly accepts and pulls you closer in to deepen it. His hands travel to your hips and guide you to sit in his lap. Holding your chest pressed against his to savor the feeling of two hearts beating for each other.

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But wait, this demon also has a gift for you!

"If you don't mind, I've taken the liberty to prepare a gift for you. It's a very special blend, which reminds me of you. It contains all your favorite flavors. I really enjoy talking to you about tea and other various topics."

[secret-smut-sideblog]

Bite The Hand

Astarion x F! Dark Urge

18+ feelings developing, sad durge stuff, bondage, roughness, fingering (f!) oral (f!), p-in-v, slight ass play, blood drinking, two bloodthirsty idiots falling for eachother

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"You're sure?"

Her eyes heavy, but trusting. "Yes, wrists bound."

He had been trying to get her to spend the night with him again, though he would never admit how eager he had been.

He had become quite infatuated with her. Them being, well, together. Whatever that means. Even talking her through her little murder attempt. His murder attempt. Gods would anything ever be simple.

When he would dance around the subject of spending time alone together again he would see her jaw clench just slightly. Maybe another night. She'd reassure.

He understood her hesitation, of course. Hells she had tried to kill him in his sleep not long ago. But despite himself, he wanted to be near her. To spend time with her, away from the others.

Though her base nature was sinister, she shined with goodness. Honestly, she could do with more mean, in his opinion. Though he had been coming to understand it was a concentrated effort for her.

Only in small moments she would allow herself to dip into her malicious nature and it drove him mad. And Gods, the way she kissed him... lips plush, heavenly. She was designed to ruin men like him. He was hopelessly enthralled.

So when she had finally relented and agreed to spend the night with him, his chest thrilled. With one catch.

"Darling, I hardly think that's necessary. You know I ask before I bite."

The corner of her mouth twitched in a smile. Eyes lightened slightly. He preened at making her brighten.

"I'm serious asshole," He breathed a laugh. "It would give me peace of mind, at least."

Her eyes softening again. "I do want to spend time with you, truly. I just dont trust myself right now." Tears threatening the corners.

"I would never forgive myself if I-"

"Oh, hush," He soothed, pulling her into him gently. "I'll do it, dont worry." He murmured into her hair. Tiger lily. Blood orange. Gods, even her scent was like a drug. He resisted burying his face in her.

With the nightly insect song outside his tent, he teased her. Revelled in her.

Sitting cross legged on the floor of his tent, her wrists being expertly bound by him. He hovered around her, making like it was a sensual thing they had agreed to. Making it a game. He purred sweet words in her ear, fingers working. Vexed her. Savoured in her blush.

"You're so full of it." She laughed, the tips of her ears deliciously flushed.

He pulled his hand to his chest, mock offended. "Darling, the only thing I am full of is your hot blood." He admonished. She snorted, her foot gently kicking his side.

He had kept focus on his technique but found it difficult. The sight of her long slender hands. Silk soft. Patterns of vitiligo, light and dark. Claws long and sharp. Delicate but deadly, being bound by him.

"You seem... distracted." She smiled, a wicked gleam in her eye.

He shot her a look, only making her smile wider. Rearranged to be sitting on her knees, back arched just slightly. Oh he loved when she got like this.

"What makes you say that, my sweet?" He intoned, caging her thighs between his, rope twisting and pulling.

"You know," She leaned forward, lips delicately tickling his neck. Her heat permeating him. "You're not as slick as you think you are."

He held back a shiver as she ghosted her lips against his skin, trailing up to his ear. Her sweet voice a deadly tonic.

"You have tells, frywm wlas." He squeezed her thighs between his at the pet name.

She had teased previously that he was so pale that he was fresh snow, repeated it back to him in infernal. That she loved to see him drenched in blood in the same way. Hells below, that had fed his nighttime fantasies for weeks.

Hundreds of years of seduction had made him a master, but her... she was something else.

"These really should be behind my back you know." She mused, testing the strength of his work as he finished. Hands resting in her lap. Seemed impressed by the intricate ties.

"While I dont doubt that you can do untold damage with all of your limbs tied, I think this should be sufficient." He absentmindedly pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear.

She looked up at him, her eyes soft. Seemed about to say something then bit it back.

"Please, indulge me." He murmured, a delicate prodding. Hand trailing to cup her cheek.

She sighed into his touch, eyes fluttering closed. "Its just, you're so gentle. I've been... well, I dont know if I've ever been touched this way."

His dead heart ached. Struck again by how similar they were.

"Is it okay? The touching, I mean." He whispered.

Her eyes seemed to swim in thought. "I think so. It feels good."

She relaxed, eyes closing again. "I dont feel sick when you touch me. It's a nice break."

His eyebrows threaded together in confusion. Sick?

Another spear through him. "Caron," He tested, "How do you usually feel?"

Her eyes opened in a flash, realizing that she had divulged something that she hadn't meant to. Lips forming a thin line.

Her eyes tried to escape his but he wouldn't let her slip away. "Caron?"

"It hurts, all the time. The nausea is worse." She shook her head gently. "I'm more used to it now, can push it to the back of my mind easier."

He wanted to say something comforting, something profound. But no words would be enough.

"It only stops when I kill. When there's violence." She smiled sadly. "Luckily there's been a lot of that lately. Imagine if we lived in a little house in Lower City... the carnage."

Her effort to lighten the mood struck him a third time. Was... he in her dreaming of the future? Felt a swell in his chest.

"Astarion?" She questioned softly. He realized he hadn't said anything. Leaving her in silence.

"I should go, this was a bad idea." She flustered quietly, started to stand.

He grabbed her hands. "Please," Eyes boring into hers. "Please dont go."

Her eyes went wide, seeing something in his expression, in the strain in his words.

"You dont have to be alone." He pulled her back.

"I dont have to be alone." Shakily, more to himself. The truth.

"And isnt it terrifying?" She smiled knowingly, tears in the corners of her eyes. Sinking back down to him.

His eyes flashed to hers. "Yes."

Pulled her strong into a kiss.

She moaned into his mouth, the softest cry. Turning her head to slot perfectly into him.

His hands in her hair, gripping her waist, her hips. He finally had something, someone. Drinking her in, gorging himself on her soft body.

Needing more, his hands met the front of her tunic, fingers flashing the buttons open.

Trailed his mouth to her neck, the space under her ear, the space where her jaw began.

Her little gaspy breaths permeated his mind. The haze of lust blinding.

"Well I'd like to help, but.." She breathed, could hear the smile in her voice. Tied hands mock straining.

"If you touched me right now I'd go mad." He warned, voice low.

Heard her breath catch. Her pupils widening to saucers.

He pulled her tunic off, now only draped helplessly around her arms. The sight of her soft flesh, ridged spikes leading him down. Her full breasts, the soft curve of her belly, the dip of her waist.

He groaned, low in his throat.

Hungry mouth encasing her hard peak, fingers pinching and rolling the other.

She arched hard into him, the skin of her sternum caressing his clavicle. Shocked again by how soft she was. Lamb's ear.

He laved his tongue up and down her nipple, panting. Already engorged by his devotion.

She writhed beneath him, pushing her chest up into his mouth. Little pleading moans. Legs wrapping around his hips.

Feeling the muscles encasing his hips he moaned. Her legs were deadly strong, he knew. Had watched her kick down a double door with ease to get in a burning building. It would take very little effort for her to gain the upper hand.

But she didn't, just clung to him like a buoy in a storm. If his touch was a relief, he'd give her as much as he could.

His fingers trailed down her front, finding her leggings offering resistance.

"Gods, why aren't you naked already?" He groaned in frustration, yanking the damned things off her plush hips.

"And whose fault is that?" She gasped between his harsh pulls.

"You're right." Leaning forward to purr in her ear. "In the future I'd prefer you come to my tent in just my camp shirt."

"Deal." She licked and bit at his ear, now within her reach.

He shuddered, much to her delight. A little triumphant moan directly in his ear.

His limbs on fire he flipped her onto her belly, her tied hands above her head. Pulled her hips up hard. Seeing the wetness already flowing out of her in rivulets.

"I warned you." He groaned low to her gasp.

"Oh no, whatever shall I do..." She teased, waving her ass back and forth at him.

He growled deep in his chest, diving on her. His mouth seeking and ravenous on her cunt.

She swore in infernal, hips quaking. Her tied hands pounding down against the ground. She pushed into him harder, hips greedy.

He was gone against her, tongue lapping and hot. A frenzy. Hooking his arm around her as her hips threatened to give out. Suckling down around her hard clit, nibbling. Smiling into her as he heard more vulgar language.

Finally coming up for air he teased his two fingers inside her, other hand gently circling her tight asshole. Reveling in the little gasp that left her.

"It seems like you want more, my hellion."

Her tail lashed around him in frustration, only deepening his smile.

"You're the devil, you know that right?" She groaned into her arm as his fingers curled into her.

He laughed at the irony. On his knees he trailed a hand down her spine, fingers picking up pace. She was so warm, a furnace against his body.

"Astarion," She groaned, hips driving into his hand. Oh he would never tire of the way she said his name.

"Yes?" He purred.

"If you dont fuck me right now I'm going to kill you."

Knew she meant it as a joke. Probably. The danger thrilled hot in his pelvis. Painfully aroused, he finally freed himself.

Lining himself up to her, gripping her hip. Heard her groan in pleasure at his rough hold.

Slowly he sank into her, hips already threatening to slam down. Gods she was perfect. The pressure unbelievable, the muscles of her gripping him already.

Fully buried, his eyes fluttered shut. Not even started and he was already in ecstasy.

"You're so beautiful." She breathed. Opening his eyes he saw that she had twisted to look at him. Her eyes glowing a haunting green in the dim light. He could always find them in the dark.

Fondness for her spilling in his chest he leaned forward, catching her around her neck. Pulling her up to him in a deep kiss.

Hips slowly starting to roll into her, he kiss her, savoring.

Her mewls into his mouth a sirens call, back arching against him. His hand still on her throat, applying gentle pressure. Other reaching down to swirl circles on her clit.

Could feel her body shaking, her clenches around him getting stronger. Still he kept a languid pace, hand on her neck arching up, pulling her throat free for him. But he didnt bite down. Not yet.

"I want you to bite me when I come." Her voice, dark. His hips stuttered, concentration briefly broken.

"Yes," Was the only response he could muster. His voice a groan.

Her gasps getting closer and closer, a birds eye view of her chest heaving. Hands straining against his bonds. Head thrown back against him, breathing in her scent fully. Hitting the back of his throat, making him salivate.

Hand a blur against her clit he couldn't take it anymore, needed to taste her, needed her to come all over him.

She tried to lurch forward as it hit her but he wouldn't let her escape. Hand still steady on her shrieking throat he bit down hard. Pulling her molten blood into his throat.

The supernova of pleasure in it hitting the back of his skull like a hammer. Eyes rolled so far back he thought he might go blind he released. Her vice grip around him wrenching him for all he was worth. A loud whimpering cry wet against her throat. Hand pulling her further back into him. Couldn't get enough, not ever.

Her tied hands swung back and hooked behind his head, holding him there as she writhed and begged. His hips still pushing into her. "The blood, the blood," She moaned, her voice a tempest as she clamped down around him in her final throes.

Sitting back on his haunches he let her fall into him. Her gasps against his chest.

She let her full weight against him, head lolling into the curve of his neck.

He hushed and cooed into her, one hand pulling the hair from her face, other freeing her from her restraint.

Her hands falling free she cupped the back of his head, holding him so sweetly.

"Can we lay down?" She asked, voice still little more than a breath.

"Of course." He crooned, pulling her down onto his bedroll. Laying on his side next to her.

"Oh come on," She groaned in frustration. Pulling him into her, their limbs tangling.

He blinked, about to pull away but her hand gently scratching his scalp melted him. His head coming to rest on her chest. The drum of her heartbeat a song. So so warm.

They lay like that a while, a tranquil silence. Intertwined bodies finding eachother.

"Thank you." She whispered, could hear her heart picking up speed. "For trusting me."

He huffed against her. "I could say the same. You're not uniquely troubled, you martyr." Her laugh shaking his head.

"But you're welcome. It's easy with you."

~

Part 3

[fangsandsoftgrass]

Day 3 Embrace./Blood.

A cleaned up version of a piece I wrote covering Fennorians rescue from the Host. This one is a bit long so sorry in advance 🥲

In her haste to find his kidnappers Cirwedh never finds his flask at the boarding house, and Fenn has to stem his hunger another way. This has some gore!!

"so you're the hero he's been babbling about?" Tzinghalis' words lit a fire beneath her skin as Cirwedh tore into the stone chamber, chest heaving as she came to a stop. "He was so insistent that you'd come you see. Before the screaming, of course."

She looked to where Fennorian hung suspended by the wrists, caught in some cruel contraption screaming like she'd never heard before. Rage burned in her throat like a hot coal when she saw the Exarch smile, and when Lyris' voice rang out behind her she jumped. Splinters flew as she caught the weight of his sword with an arrow, parrying the blade as he swung for the neck. She can hear Lyris, muted by rushing blood, and though she calls for help all Cirwedh can do is lash out at the Nord in front of her. There's a moment—the Exarch paused to taunt her, instead leaving himself exposed—and in one fluid motion Cirwedh nocks, draws, and looses an arrow. She watches as it pierced the Exarch's chest, sending him stumbling into the shelves behind him. He opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by a piercing howl. Bones break and rearrange themselves as her skin stretches and grows fur, nails elongate into claws that score the ground as she stalks forward. Where once there was an elf now stood a vine-covered beast, red-eyed and slavering at the maw as it snarled and snapped. The words that come from her lips are mangled and raw, formed by a tongue not meant to speak.

"you've said enough."

She lunges, and as her teeth close around the vampire's neck she feels his screams reverberate in her throat. Bones snap and muscle tears as she rends limb from limb, sinking her claws and teeth into the body until it's nothing more than a bloody mess beneath her. The corners of her vision begin fading until her name breaks through the bloodlust, and when her head snaps to the side and she sees Fennorian still held within the device, tossing and begging Lyris to stop and follow the now-escaped Al-Saran. The sight shakes her from her fury, and as she crosses the room her form melts back into that of an elf. They have to fight with the blighted contraption before the lever finally gives, and the field of sharp red magic holding Fennorian dissipates. She rushed towards him as he fell, catching him in her arms and sinking to her knees.

"He's gone," his voice was nothing but a hoarse whisper, raw and broken, "you should have gone after him. Left me here."

"I'll have none of that! That skeever will get what's coming but right now you need help." She almost cradled him when a shiver ran through his body, and just the sight of what the Exarch had done boils her blood once more. "Al-Saran is gone by now, I'm sure. What matters is making sure you can walk out of here. Can you stand?"

She watched as he looked between her and Lyris, swallowing thickly before pushing himself to sit slouched against the contraption.

"The Exarch did a lot of... things." Another shiver, stronger this time, "I need blood. I won't feed from an unwilling subject, but right now I don't trust my restraint even with such a subject. I lost my flask back at the lodge, when they grabbed me. Did you find it?"

Cirwedh's stomach drops. She had seen the flask before on his person, but in her panic to find his captors she hadn't even thought to search for it. She was thankful when Lyris was the one to speak up.

"No, Fenn. She saw the mess you left behind and hauled hide out of there faster than anything I've seen. We didn't have time to dig around, hell I barely kept pace with her."

She knelt beside him and flinched when he recoiled from her touch. Making up her mind then and there she began removing the layers of fur wrapped around her shoulders.

"I'll do it."

"Are you mad?" Lyris still stood, axe in hand and looking at Cirwedh like she'd said some blasphemy before them.

"Unless you want to run back to Dusktown and look for his flask, this is the only way. It's you or me, and you aren't gonna do it." She looked to Fennorian then, and ignored the way her heart seemed to beat faster.

"Cirwedh, I can't guarantee control at the moment. It's too dangerous." His eyes pleaded with her, his hands trembling though she now held them steady, "I can find another way."

"You can't. Fenn the only others around are vampires, you can't feed off each other like that and you know it. Let me help, or by the Green I'll bleed myself here and now and you'll have no other choice." She brought a clawed finger to her neck and looked into his eyes, knowing he'd have to give. Lyris stood back and heaved her axe onto her shoulder with a groan, simply nodding to Cirwedh to continue. They both understood the consequences should this go wrong, but at the moment it was their best chance at getting back to Solitude.

A cold hand on her now-exposed shoulder sent chills down her spine as Fennorian pulled her close, eyes searching hers for any sign of regret, only seeing fierce determination instead. She steadied herself and pulled down the neck of her coat further, drawing attention to the vein in her neck. They shared another look before his head dipped down and he whispered against the skin.

"It shall only hurt a moment. I will be gentle."

There was a moment of silence, and then her blood turned to ice as his fangs sank deep. She had heard of vampire bites as uncomfortable, painful even, but nothing could prepare her for the rush as his lips closed around the bite and he began properly drinking from her. She clutches his arms at first, tensing beneath him as his arms wrapped around to pull her closer. She could feel everything from the way his hands clawed for purchase to the warm lapping of his tongue as she bled freely, letting her head roll back and giving him room to feast. Cirwedh couldn't speak couldn't open her eyes, couldn't move as she gave herself over to his hunger, feeling a tingling numbness begin to spread from the wound in her neck to her arms and further down. She meant to cry, to call out that it was enough, but only a lecherous moan escaped as his hands dug into her. Fennorian was like nothing she'd seen before, almost ravenous in his thirst as he buried his face into the crook of her neck and drank deeply; growling like some animal possessive over a fresh kill. She was beginning to feel light-headed—weakly slapping her hands against his chest in an attempt to get his attention—leaves bursting from the seams of her armor as her magic reacted to the overstimulation.

"Fenn-" she gasped as his fangs sank deeper,"Fennorian!"

Struggling now as he only held tighter, Cirwedh cries out as Lyris' axe blade sinks into the stone beside them, landing dangerously close to Fennorian.

"FENN!" her voice echoes throughout the lab, "ENOUGH!"

Like snapping out of a trance, Fennorian lifted his head, crimson staining his lips and dribbling down his chin as his eyes cleared and he came to. When he saw the way Cirwedh shook in his arms a startled cry escaped his lips, spattering droplets of blood across the rags he wore.

"Cirwedh! Cirwedh are you alright?" His voice was thick with panic as she struggled to open her eyes. "I thought I could contain my hunger, keep it controlled. Damnit! Cirwedh please say something."

She waits a moment to catch her breath before raising a hand to the wound on her neck and realizing she's still bleeding. A moment passes and before she can say something Lyris is grabbing Fennorian by the collar and hauling him off of her. His nails tear leather as he's pulled away, and Lyris is kneeling beside Cirwedh with a bottle of swirling liquid held to her lips. As soon as the drink passes her tongue a glow encases her and the wound on her neck stitches closed—had the wound healed naturally there might have been scarring—feeling nothing but smooth skin as she brushed shaking fingers over where his fangs previously were. Fennorian scrambled to reach her before Lyris put herself between them again, her eyes darting to Fennorian with a burning intensity, before reaching a hand out to help Cirwedh to her feet. When she finally stands the room spins, and for a moment she thinks she might collapse again, only to be held upright by the half-giant as she hefted the babbling Fennorian to his feet as well.

"let's go." Lyris' voice is stern and leaves no room for complaint as she begins to make for an exit. "We can talk about this later, but for now we need to get back to the castle. Who knows when these leeches will pick up the scent and realize their master is dead."

She had a point, Cirwedh couldn't deny it, but pity weighed her down like a stone and before Lyris could argue she was falling behind and pulling Fennorian into her arms. There was a soft gasp and then he hesitantly pulled her closer. He buried his face in her hair and spewed apologies like a sieve until he ran out of breath, and then he simply held her, one arm wrapped around her shoulders and the other cradling her head to his chest as he shook his own.

"words alone will never be enough, Cirwedh, I am so sorry. You trusted me and I almost lost it. Lost you." He stops, and pulls back. Keeping her at arm's length he looks into her eyes and she sees nothing but regret. Ignoring the feeling his final words evoked, she swallows the lump in her throat and pushes past the fear to look up and smile. When they were safe again, she'd cry. She'd scream into Gladriels fur and beat her fists into the earth like a fitful child, but she has to be strong now. Her fear wasn't even of him, but of how willing she'd been to let him simply drain her dry despite the struggle. Sooner or later she'd have to confront Fennorian, but not while her blood still stained his lips.

Growing impatient, Lyris clears her throat, tapping the blade of her axe against the floor before motioning towards the exit; eyes lingering on Fennorian before turning back to lead the way out. Cirwedh gathers herself once more, and halfheartedly sprints to catch up as she pulls open the door to the great lift. She turns to Fennorian one last time, offering a shaky smile as they ascend towards open sky and fresh air.

"It will be okay."

[headstoned]

Hey could you write a dick knubbler x reader smut please! There are none but I totally understand if you arnt comfortable doing it! 🫶

A/N: Omg Dick Knubbler more like Dick Nibbler. you asked so kindly the least I could do is try. (I put my fic on pause for this.) Also this is probably so fucking shit I'm so sorry, Dick is such an amazing character I love that he works with Murderface so closely,, but there's not shit about him anywhere 💔.

Smut warning, no title.

Dick, he was eccentric. He loved Dethklok, and it sometimes disturbed you how worked he'd get about being their producer. He'd talk about it more than anything else. You felt as if he only called you to ramble on about his job while you had a shitty gas station job and had to deal with senseless rednecks every other minute. You barely got the time to talk about you. But, props to Dick, whenever you did get the chance, he was all ears and caring. You haven't seen him in the longest time as Dethklok was taking centuries to produce an album. Their manager sent them on vacation for a break, which also gave Dick a break. You got a random call at the beginning of the week, warning you of his later visit at your "humble abode" and now you were waiting like a dog at your door.

Well, it wasn't like you guys were any more than friends... You were only flirty with each other, but that came naturally for Dick. Sometimes, though, you would catch yourself melting after hearing the pet-name "babe" roll off his tongue midsentence. And maybe you'd think about it that night and your hands would wander...

KNOCK KNOCK... KOCK

You jumped violently at the sudden burst of sound and a shock of excitement washed over you. He's here! You couldn't jerk the door open faster. "Hi!" You said with a big smile. "Hey there, babe." He laughed. You noticed his mechanical eyes looking you up and down, a single rose in his hand. You looked confusedly at it and it came closer. "A little something for you from the Mordhous garden!" He grinned goofily and held it out to you closer. You took it in silence and let him in. You stared at its lovely redness as the door shut behind him. A rose? For me?

It wasn't rare for him to do these types of things. He'd take you to fancy restaurants and buy you expensive chocolate and forcibly take you on shopping sprees to "get rid of some money" as if he had too much. But a rose? That was the line crosser. He only gave roses to his dates...

You glanced back at him removing his suit jacket and his shoes and cleared your throat.

"It's nice to see you again during this shit week."

"Shit week?" He repeated, turning to face you. An eyebrow raised. You scoffed. "Yeah. And the worst day was this one. I had crackheads yelling at me."

"I don't know why you keep turning down being my assistant, you know we'd see each other everyday!" He shrugged and hung his jacket up. You rolled your eyes. "I don't. Charles does." You sighed. "Oh yeah..." He looked around for a second. "You've changed the place." He stated. You have. That's how long he's been gone. Long enough for you to rearrange shit. "Yeah."

He sighed dramatically. "Let me see the bedroom." He put his hand out. You giggled and took it, leading him to your bedroom. In there, only your bed had moved, but it didn't matter as that's where you two would hang out anyway.

As soon as you closed the door it was like the air changed. His gentle hold on your hand roughened and you were being pushed against the door.

"I've been thinking about you recently. I could really, uh, make you feel good if you'd like, baby. It could really help you relieve some stress."

Your brain fogged. He really must be sex deprived. But you agreed anyway. This wasn't like his silly sex innuendos. This was blunt.

"I've been thinking about you, too, recently."

Your mind swarmed with bee-like thoughts. What was going on? Was this really happening?

... no.

Yes. It was.

Recently. Yeah let's go with that.

You gave him a shy smile and a smirk appeared on his face. He leaned in closer and brushed his lips against your neck. "Y'see, I've been looking for a... serious relationship." He said against your skin and your knees almost gave out. A shakey breath escaped your lips, desperate for attention. "And I think I'm finally looking in the right spot."

He picked you up and you wrapped yor legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders. A slight blush on your face. And a soft smile. "I didn't come over here for a cute little visit, by the way." He sat you down on the bed, the lights within his artificial eyes turning from green to red. You looked up at him, elbows propping you up. This was all really happening. It was like some goofy smut book.

"Oh yeah?" You asked playfully as he unbuttoned his shirt. Finally, you've accepted this feverdream of a night as reality. "I've came to make you mine."

°•♡

It was like that. Your fingers were caught in his blonde locks and your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Your lips danced against each other lovingly. "Oh God..." You gasped as he slipped into you with a leisurely pace. His head fell into the crook of your neck, his breathing whimperish. After kissing him for so long you could safely guess he had a few things to drink before coming over here. You addressed it, but he shook it off saying it was for his confidence.

God, you hoped so.

His cock slipped in and out of you slowly and painfully. Your moans were only sighs and heavy breaths as you ran your hands up and down his back. "You feel so good..." He finally gave in and quickened his pace, ending your slow torture. But it was short lived when you wanted it even faster and he completely pulled out.

"Turn over, babe..." He panted, holding himself in his hand as he sat back. You did as he said, as fast as you could. Your ass was stuck up for him and your face buried in the pillows to hide your heavy pants. You felt him caress your ass and run his rip along your slit. "Dick, please..." You begged, pushing back against him in vain. "That begging, shit, (y/n)." He sighed, but still continued to tease you. "Oh fuck, I need you so bad, please!" You would do anything at this point to feel him inside you again, and he got it.

He pushed into you once again, but this time it was fast and hard. You gripped onto the sheets as he repeated this action over and over again, each time harder than the first. You heard his grunts and moans from behind you and a knot tightened in your stomach. Already? You thought, but any other thought was pushed away by your sudden orgasm. You bit down on the pillow, walls clenching his cock as he sloppily pounded into you. You bathed in the post-release nirvana as you rode out your high.

His hands were gripped tightly onto your hips, surely leaving bruises, but you didn't care. You legs trembled, but he still used you until he came all over your back. There was a moment of just breathing between the two of you. And then you breathed out, "I think I love you."

It was whiney and desperate sounding. But he was only focused on your sweet body, his cum coating it.

"I know I love you."

[piratekane]

for ur sentence starter thingies, curious to see what 11 & 28 would look like

love ur writing btw!:)

eleven: it wasn't your fault twenty-eight: how long has it been since you slept

Ava frowns at the woman going in dizzying circles around her. She's muttering in a language Ava doesn't understand - languages she doesn't understand, she realizes after a minute - and is hard to pin down. Ava raises her hand to catch the woman's attention, realizes it's bleeding, and cradles it to her chest instead.

Her boss is going to be pissed if she bleeds all over housewares. Less if she bleeds on her shirt.

"Uh, excuse me," she tries gently.

The woman keeps muttering. Ava thinks it might be French, but her French is limited to the word potato and counting 1-10. She watches, fascinated for a moment as the woman paces in all directions, but then remembers that Vincent is always circling the floor and he's definitely going to have something to say about a customer who seems to be losing her mind.

He's seen too many apocalypse movies lately; he doesn't trust any slight inclination towards paranoia. And this woman is teetering on the edge of that.

So, no manners. "Hey, lady!"

The woman pauses, a plate in her hand. Ava frowns. How did that get there? The woman looks down at it, seemingly confused as to why she's holding it.

The woman straightens up, shoulders back and cheeks stained red, and carefully puts the plate down on the display, arranging it perfectly before she meets Ava's eyes. "I'm sorry."

"It's totally cool, seriously." Ava smiles hesitantly. "Are you... are you okay?"

"Quite," the woman says quickly. Her eyes are fixed over Ava's shoulders, her hands now behind her back. She looks like a soldier at rest. It reminds her of that month Michael thought he was some kind of weekend warrior on leave. All the camouflage prints, cargo pants, and heavy work boots.

This woman is in cargo pants, too, tucked into a pair of boots that look like they could kick down a door. But, like, way better than Michael. Ava swallows, mouth a little dry. Her eyes travel up what she assumes has to be strong calves and muscled thighs to her waistband.

Ah, yes.

The woman notices her gaze and looks down. Her cheeks flush an even deeper pink and her hands go back to her front, concealing the clip of keys at her waist. They speak at the same time.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize."

Ava smiles and the woman frowns.

"I didn't mean to injure you." The woman's eyes zero in on the blood starting to slow its way down Ava's finger and her frown deepens. "Is it bad?"

"I'm sure it's not." She looks down at her chest and realizes there's a small bloodstain on her baby blue polo. She grimaces. Not a good look. Vincent is going to make her change into something from the employee lost and found and she's pretty sure the only thing in there is whatever JC left behind when he went to "find himself."

The woman looks unconvinced. "It looks it."

Ava shakes her head. "I'm a bleeder. It's really no big deal. It happens all the time." She smiles, hoping for charming, but it doesn't seem to do anything to ease the worry on the woman's face.

"People slice your hand open often here?"

Ava frowns. "I'd hardly call this a slice. It's more like a... slight nick."

"You're bleeding on your shirt," she points out.

"I never liked this shirt." Ava sighs when the woman doesn't laugh.

The woman is still looking at her carefully, like she's going to suddenly snap and lunge at her. She's not going to. Actually, it's the end of a nightmare shift where Vincent has had her rearranging the towels by brand and by color because it was raining and slow and he read an article about things being more aesthetically pleasing when colors were grouped together. So this is the most interesting thing that's happened today. And a good story to tell Mary.

"Ava."

Ava pulls back a little, surprised. "You know my name?"

The woman gestures to her slowly. "It's on your... bloody shirt." Oh. Ava laughs a little. "I want to sincerely apologize for-"

"What's your name?"

The woman blinks. "Beatrice."

"Right. Beatrice. Listen. I know you didn't mean to use that..."

"Carabiner," Beatrice supplies.

"Right, carabiner. I know you didn't mean to use it like a weapon. It wouldn't have even been in my way if I had been paying attention and waited my turn." She smiles and it's definitely charming this time because Beatrice's face smooths out just a little. "So really, it's my fault. And you should probably decontaminate it, by the way. I must have bled on it."

That must not have even occurred to Beatrice. She starts to rifle through the various keys on the clip, checking the front and back of each one. Ava catches sight of a gym membership card clipped between the keys and wonders where Beatrice goes and what she does there and what her back looks like when she's on the rowing machine and-

"No blood," Beatrice says, voice cutting through Ava's deteriorating thoughts. "But I will probably clean them regardless."

Ava looks a little closer at Beatrice. She seems tired, her shoulders dropping throughout their conversation. There are small circles under her eyes, just dark enough to be noticeable in the terrible overhead fluorescent lighting.

"It was my fault," Beatrice insists. "I saw you reaching for it and still turned. I'm usually much more aware of my surroundings and my response to them."

Ava figures arguing with her isn't going to get them anywhere. She's not sure why, but Beatrice seems like the kind of person who is going brood about it for a little while. So she shifts gears. She sucks in her bottom lip, worries it between her teeth, and then says, "Hey, totally not my business, but, uh, when is the last time you've slept?"

And do you want it to be at my place? whispers a voice from within her. She feels the back of her neck flush and immediately quiets that part of herself down.

Beatrice blinks at her. "I'm sorry?"

"You just look, like, exhausted." Ava's finger is starting to throb with a dull ache. "I mean, I don't know you, obviously. But you seem like the kind of person whose pretty quick on their feet. Cat-like reflexes, you know? And you're pretty down on yourself about a silly not-your-fault mistake. Naps totally cure all of that."

Beatrice continues to blink at her, face blank. After a moment, she opens her mouth and closes it again. Ava waits. She can tell there's something Beatrice wants to say and she can be patient. Not with much in her life, but something tells her that Beatrice is the kind of person where patience makes everything better. And she has a plan.

"I don't take naps."

Ava smiles crookedly. Hook, line, sinker. "I kind of figured that. So, what do you say to coffee? Also another way to improve your day."

There's a slight pause as Beatrice seems to consider what she's saying. She waits again, but doesn't need to wait too long this time. "Are you asking me out?"

"I am." Ava looks down at herself. The blood stain is starting to dry. "I'd change my shirt, obviously. I don't do first dates in my HaloGoods shirts. They're not flattering."

Beatrice's cheeks flush again and Ava thinks oh. Maybe they are. "I don't drink coffee."

"We can drink water." Ava shrugs. "Orange juice, whiskey. A milkshake, if you want. Kombucha, wheatgrass juice, Shirley Temples, daq-"

"If I say yes, will you accept that I am to blame?" Beatrice interrupts.

Ava narrows her eyes. "That's unfair. But I'll split the blame with you if you let me buy you a... tea?"

Beatrice smiles a little. "Yes. Tea."

Ava beams. "Perfect. I know a place and I get off in... ten minutes. So I can drive you. Unless you plan to kill me with that carabiner clip?" Beatrice doesn't blush this time and Ava's smile only grows. "Great. Meet me outside?"

She'll have to change her shirt and clean and bandage her hand and she could steal - borrow - some of the perfume from the perfume section but then she'll be good to go on what is definitely going to end up being one of her more interesting first dates. Beatrice is still staring at her, eyes still wide, but Ava only smiles back and winks before twisting neatly on her heel, headed towards the employee break room.

"Meet you outside," she hears belatedly from behind her.

Yeah, definitely the most interesting part of her day.

[kandyrezi]

Say, how would Ivlin, Rieta, and f!Kcalb react to realizing that their darling was checking out their ass when they bent down to pick something up?

(a/n: there's not enough love for okegom girls, so i'm always up to the task to rectify that. <3 i changed the prompt just a tad. warning for suggestive themes, but not much else.)

⌜ivlin.⌟

ivlin is no stranger to being ogled at. she doesn't much like being looked in such lewd manner by just anyone, but she will gladly indulge her darling if she knows she's already 'distracting' them enough.

during one of such instances, when she's leaning over the desk and pointing out things to you on a map she has laid out in front of you, but you're too focused on the v-shaped neckline of her military dress, exposing some of her cleavage. all her words just go into one ear and out of the other.

except for one sentence.

"did you hear what i just said?"

suffice to say, no.

her gaze is quite intense. "and why is that?"

she doesn't need to ask, because she's already well-aware. ivlin just wants to make you squirm, as she revels in the bit of control she has over you.

and so, when she notices you gawking, she'll start giving you more for show later on; making sure you feel her chest pressed against your back when she wraps her arms around you to hug you from behind, or wearing short skin-tight skirts, with similar low-cut tops - just to punish you later on in her chambers for looking at her inappropriately when you were supposed to be working.

⌜rieta.⌟

you were doing some rearrangements in the library located in the flame devil's mansion. you were a bit of a klutz, honestly, no wonder the books and manuscripts kept falling out of your hands.

rieta even scolded you, "you should be more careful with these. lady ivlin would be displeased at your careless handling of them."

"i know, i know, i'm just in a rush to get this job over and done with..." you sighed.

"be more slow and meticulous with them then. i'll help you out if you want me to."

smiling in gratitude, you went to pick up some of the books that had fallen down. you noticed rieta had as well. her back was turned towards you, as she looked through your stacked paperbacks and bent to pick them up. her maroon pants and a long skirt over them didn't hinder you from looking at her ass.

you kept working and continuing on where you left off, stacking everything in alphabetical order - when rieta was facing away from you, you took the chances to glance at her.

"i know you keep staring at me." she said, snapping you out of your trance, and looking at you with a certain 'knowing' gaze.

"hah, yeah... i just can't help it." you replied, no use in denying it when she caught on to you being unsubtle. she raised an eyebrow at you.

"yes, and particularly at my… rear end."

you smiled. "it is a very nice rear."

"you really are shameless." rieta said teasingly. you guess being a klutz had some mild advantages, at least.

⌜fem!kcalb.⌟

kcalb noticed her sister had unknowingly dropped her writing quill when transferring her paperwork. it'd be polite of her to take it and bring it back to her, and she carefully bent down to the floor to pick it up - unfortunately, her skirt had gotten stuck on the edge of the doorframe, and of course, you were walking behind her... and did you ever gain an eyeful of her lacy, black underwear clinging to her skin.

where she lacked in the chest department made up for her nice rear end. when you realized how intently you were staring, you looked away, blushing and beyond mortified at how disrespectful you were being. unlike someone like grora, you had some decency around here—

"...where were you staring at just now?"

you quaked. "n... nowhere, h-honestly, miss kcalb...!"

"really?"

"i, um..."

it was silent, being completely unable to come up with something coherent without being a liar.

she glared at you.

"...idiot. don't let me catch you doing it again."

she turned around and sauntered away from you without another word. your heart nearly leaped out of your chest, and you were sure your cheeks were still tinted red.

[gladlypants]

Hey! I love your vault build/renovation! Do you think you can upload it please!

Hey, sure, here ya go! (google drive, no ads) The library image is a couple of zoomed in trees 😅 and it's called Vault Challenge Build.

>>> Some things to note below the cut <;<<

** I've changed a bit around since my first post with all the screenshots, and I apparently didn't save that earlier version, my apologies. Nothing that would be difficult to change/add back yourself if you wanted to! Most notably I removed the family unit's kitchens and they just have the one kitchen in the main middle floor living area now, and I just moved some of the skill items into those empty spots for now cuz I was too lazy to keep sending them downstairs. I also added some very basic en suite bathrooms to those units for the same reason, and a chapel type room on the bottom level. I am honestly thinking about removing the bottom level all together and adding more beds to/rearranging the 2nd level family units, because I feel like it's a bit too much now that I've played in it for a while. ** There are some weird empty spaces/rooms I just haven't decided what to do with them yet, or are just there to prevent lighting issues or hide things, etc. I'm not a very good builder, so you'll get to see behind the curtain so to speak lol. ** The whole thing is a bit close to the road/edge of the grid. I tried to move it back on the lot to have a little more building space in the front (mostly because the kid's play area is a really awkward room,) but the game wouldn't let me without moving each level individually and I didn't want to do that again, but you could if you wanted to. Just know that it is frustrating with all the stairs and open ceilings. ** There's no cc, but I do own all the packs and kits and I think there is a lamp from a TS3 thing in there, so if the game tells you something is missing when you load it up for the first time, it's probably just that. ** I have to shift-click and set the growth stage on most of the plants in the garden area pretty much every time I log in. It's annoying, and sometimes their harvests go into the household inventory when that happens. ** There's a mailbox behind a tree on the surface if you need it for cheats or whatever. ** The stove may catch fire a lot. You have been warned!

[dandelion-wings]

For the ask thing- a BTS for something from "An open hand" please! I love that fic!

Thank you for the ask! :>

I'm not going to try to pick one personal favorite scene from that fic, because I have multiple. XD But any with Eroch are up there--he's one of my favorite kinds of villains to write--and for this I'll pick the one at the end of Chapter 11, because of the horse.

In fact, Kaeya is done signing off on his company's reports by half past five, which leaves him plenty of time to get to Good Hunter. He hands the last off them off to another apprentice knight to be turned in and copied, then stands and stretches, feeling joints crack all the way through his frame as he unbends. The chair behind the desk was built for Diluc's comfort, which means it puts him closer to the floor than he prefers. He needs to replace it. He needs to rearrange the office more thoroughly in general. A painful spike of deja vu goes through him as he looks around. The slant of the afternoon light coming in through the window onto Diluc's horse statue, the wire bins that Kaeya had set up to keep papers clearly sorted when both of them were working, even the lingering scent of smoke rising from the padded chair and the faint, scorched fingermarks on the edge of the desk from a hot burst of temper, they all feel so familiar that it makes his breath catch in his throat.

This whole section is just a dump of my headcanons about Diluc and Kaeya as teenage knights. XD Kaeya being at least six inches taller than Diluc, Diluc having worse control over his temper and it coming out in flame, that Kaeya did the actual organizing of the paperwork while Diluc struggled to focus on it....

The past week has been too busy. The next few days probably will, too. Once he has another lieutenant, and his company even halfway sorted, and he's run out all his leads on their little investigation for Master Fredrica, and he's sure of Barbara's security, then he can take half a day to change out office supplies and move furniture around. Maybe Captain Herschoff will swap desks with him. For now he picks up the little gold horse, worn smooth from years of Diluc and Jean and Kaeya all playing with it whenever they needed something to do with their hands. The sun has warmed the metal, and Kaeya holds it in his hand, noting how much hotter it feels now that he has the Cryo Vision, now that he runs cold. It feels exactly as it used to feel whenever he plucked it right out of Diluc's Pyro-warm palm.

The horse statue is, I think, a very fun example of Why I Don't Post As I Write. This statue didn't exist until this scene in the first draft, and it ended up feeling essential to the emotional impact of the end of the chapter. So in the second draft I found a handful of places to go back and pepper in mentions of it! There's an author I enjoy, Ursula Vernon, who has a poem about editing, and every time I read the line "and nobody will know that I thought of her three thousand words from the end," I think of the gold statue of the horse. XD

Not a thought he needs to be dwelling on. Kaeya shoves the horse into his pocket and feels it bump against his other little metal burden. He'd almost forgotten the ruined bird was there. He starts to reach into his pocket, to pull it out, intending to secret it in a desk drawer until he gets a chance to take it to the Angel's Share. Before he can grip it, though, his office door swings open without a warning knock. Out of the corner of his eye, Kaeya sees white and gold, red but no blue, and he pulls his hand hastily out of his pocket as he turns around. "Inspector Eroch."

The color-references here as Eroch arrives are a deliberate call-back to the scene in Chapter 7 that this scene is building on/reiterating, where I spend a paragraph of narration focusing on descriptions of Eroch's office and clothing: "the leeway that officers and Vision-wielders are granted in their uniforms turned to a glory of white and gold ... There's no touch of Mondstadt blue to his, though, aside from the faint gleam of the stone in his ring. All of his accents are pure Favonius red." At the risk of being overbearing about symbolism XD;; these are deliberate color choices, especially the emphasis on white (false innocence) and gold (for selling out the Ordo), and the absence of "Mondstadt blue" (for the traitor to Mondstadt). In a sense, the colors are a warning that Kaeya is subconsciously picking up on here.

"Captain Gunnhildr," Eroch says, with that smug, oily smile, in that smug, oily voice. He closes the door gently behind him. "I know you have a family appointment, so I won't take much of your time." "I appreciate that, Inspector," Kaeya says. He pulls his shoulders back and draws his feet together and stands at attention, pressing his palms against his pants in the hope they won't start sweating. "What can I help you with?" "Nothing of great importance," the Inspector says, his eyes flitting around the room. "I read your report earlier, by the way. Very precisely written. I must agree with Master Fredrica that you have a talent for it. I simply wanted to make sure that you had... left nothing out, that you might feel compelled to mention later, during your inquiry." The bird. He's asking about the bird. Which means that he knows it was there. "No, sir," Kaeya says. Cold is settling over him again, but it isn't the numb chill of fear. It's the pulsing cold he's felt when calling on his Vision. A calm chill, slowing his racing heartbeat, slowing his breath, soothing the tremors trying to jitter through him. "I prefer to make sure my reports are thorough, and contain everything relevant to the situation. There's nothing I intend to add after the fact. If I may be permitted to say it, there's no guarantee the Grand Master would pass extra details along to you and the Master of Knights, so it's foolish to rely on speaking to him to get something into the permanent record."

I love the idea of Kaeya's rage as cold, and that's what's happening right here! Fear, too, but he's also just realized that Eroch tried to kill him, and he is pissed.

He meets the Inspector's eyes square on. It's not a lie. He won't be telling the Grand Master about the bird, because he already knows the consequences. The Inspector doesn't need to know that Kaeya found it. Better if he thinks Kaeya is oblivious to its presence. "Perhaps an impolitic thing to say, Captain Gunnhildr, but I'll let it pass, as it was said between us and in private. I simply wanted to be sure that your inquiry will go well. Some of the reports I received from your company had me somewhat concerned. But I suppose every captain struggles at the start, and the Grand Master doesn't need to be troubled by personal difficulties so long as we can be assured you're doing your best." Inspector Eroch smiles a little more widely, sharp and more cruelly smug. Of course. Why use only one angle of leverage when he can have multiples, lined up to hold over Kaeya's head? It's what Kaeya would do in his position, and Kaeya wouldn't be able to recognize Inspector Eroch's brand of foulness if it wasn't a little in tune with his own. The greatest difference is in how much power they have to exert.

Any time I write Eroch--in fact, the reason I return over and over to "Kaeya helps Jean rooting out Eroch and his cronies" in headcanons and WIPs--I am playing with, and delighting in, the notion that he and Kaeya are recognizing something of themselves in each other.

"My best is all I can offer the Knights," Kaeya says, since he seems to expect some kind of response. "I'm sure it will be sufficient. Though, on that note, I'm of the understanding that you and our other Captain Gunnhildr are working on an investigation for the Master of Knights. Or rather, a follow-up to one of mine." Kaeya can feel his stomach drop out from under him. He takes a deep breath, trying to stay in that cold, calm place, to keep sweat from breaking out on his skin. A fresh wash of cold radiates from his hip. "I'm sure there's no need for the oversight, but Master Fredrica wanted to give us some exposure to investigative procedure," he says, with a lightness he doesn't feel. "I expect it will come to nothing, Inspector." "Perhaps you should suggest to your wife that, as it's so pointless, it come to an early end." That's such an impossible request that Kaeya has to stop himself from goggling at Inspector Eroch in disbelief. Tell Jean not to follow her mother's orders? Has the Inspector ever paid any attention to her at all? Though perhaps he should be glad that Jean has, apparently, escaped his notice thus far. He wonders if it's because she lacks a Vision.

Eroch does, in fact, underrate Jean--both because of her lack of Vision, as Kaeya suspects, because it means that she's not high on his list of targets, but also because he assumes she's completely under her mother's thumb, and he thinks he has a handle on how to game Fredrica.

If he doesn't know Jean, though, the Inspector surely knows Master Fredrica. And possibly Kaeya can leverage her against Inspector Eroch. He can't want the Master of Knights to turn her full power against him. No matter how much strength he's accrued to his own position, if sufficiently motivated, Master Fredrica will win. Her history with the Grand Master goes far longer and deeper than the Inspector's professional bond.

Again, Eroch thinks he has all of Fredrica's levers mapped out. And he's only about 10% wrong! It's just the 10% that gets him.

"Unfortunately, Infantry Captain Gunnhildr considers herself beholden to the Master of Knights. Though she doesn't have much personal experience with such an investigation, so I doubt she'll conduct it with particular skill." Kaeya pauses to gauge the Inspector's reaction, and sees his eyes narrow. He needs to toss him some kind of a bone. "I don't find it of particular interest, myself. Not enough to put a great deal of effort in, when I have so much else to do. I'd rather not encourage her about it and have her put more work on my plate." "I'm glad you understand the need to prioritize your new position," Inspector Eroch says, relaxing slightly, his eyes softening back into the smile again so that they no longer contradict his mouth. Kaeya really needs to learn how to do that. "Though I must say I do find it of interest. If Sir Jean does find anything you think would intrigue me, I'm sure you'll pass that on. It's more convenient for both of us than if I have to call her in to exchange information myself."

The other side of "Kaeya sees some of himself in Eroch" is "Eroch is older and more experienced at this, and Kaeya can recognize a learning opportunity when he sees it."

Kaeya has to call on every inch of calm his Vision is granting him to smile as he answers, with that elegantly-veiled threat lurking so near. "I would be glad to facilitate you, Inspector." "I appreciate your cooperation," Inspector Eroch murmurs, low and silky, grease dripping from every word. "I'll let you carry on with your family affairs, Captain Gunnhildr. Thank you for entertaining my interruption. Though, before I go- what was it you had in your pocket?" Terror rings through him like a bell, only just barely subdued by another pulse of cold. Kaeya reaches down into his pocket and feels out the golden horse, its smooth surface, the familiar prancing arches of its legs. He pulls it forth and holds it out in his palm. "A trinket belonging to Sir Diluc, when he was Cavalry Captain," he says, his mouth dry, frost forming from the sweat on his left palm. The faint warmth lingering in the horse's metal body keeps his right from freezing over. "I had meant to send it to the Dawn Winery, so that Adelinde can set it aside for him when he returns." "Let me take care of that for you. I'm sure it will be less awkward for everyone involved if I'm the one to send it." Inspector Eroch reaches out and plucks the horse from Kaeya's palm. It takes everything Kaeya has not to close his hand around it, or reach out and try to snatch it back. A wrestling match with the Inspector is the last thing he can afford. That knowledge doesn't keep the loss from cutting deep, slicing like a knife between his ribs, through his chest. He swallows against an impotent cry.

It was very important to me that once Eroch started blackmailing Kaeya, he keep the upper hand emotionally, and this scene worked so much better once I involved the horse. When they were just lying back and forth to each other, they were too much in balance--but taking the horse was a violation, and that was what I needed to keep Eroch emotionally dominant.

(Kaeya doesn't get to personally dig himself out from under the pressure Eroch is putting on him. Jean does that for him. That's the whole point.)

"Thank you, Inspector," Kaeya says, and all the ice in the world can't keep it from sounding choked. Holding the horse, the Inspector smiles at him, sharper still, not even hiding how it pleases him to have so handily demonstrated his power. He tucks it into his own pocket, gently, like a prize. Then he turns and sweeps out the door. It swings quietly closed behind him.

Eroch, like Kaeya, is a little bit of a sadist. :>

(As an additional bit of general commentary, re: the horse, I wish I'd had the room in the back end to give it back to Kaeya, but there wasn't space within the pacing of either Chapter 19, for Jean to retrieve it for him (it slowed down the urgency too much), or Chapter 20, for the same (there is a lot that didn't make it into that scene, because I could very easily have overloaded it with wrap-ups, and I had to pick and choose what I most wanted to resolve either logistically or emotionally). It did survive, though! I looked up at the time whether gold would melt at house-fire temperatures and the verdict is that it would have made it. XD)

[cecexwrites]

Me? with another long winded explanation in regards to my not being around like I said I would be in my last post? More likely than you think.

about as likely as me using an outdated meme like the millennial that I am.

so! Life has been chaos for the past like- month. Basically I came home from my vacation, my bestie was coming to town and kind of invited herself over to my house, which was functioning as little more than my depression pit.

cue me spending a lot of time freaking out about cleaning up and then rearranging all my furniture more than once and focusing on the wrong parts of cleaning up the house because of course I did. I've spent every night for the past two weeks going home and panicking about the house and stressing out over it.

my friend flew in with her husband and child this week. Sunday I spent like- all day at a baseball game with my co-workers then that night at dinner with the friend group. thursday I spent all day with my bestie and her family. Last night we went to karaoke. It was so much fun but it meant I had no time for anything.

Also I'm behind on my work work so I'm also scrambling to try and catch up with that and seeing as work is where I enter all my edits and post my stories- that fell off as well.

then cherry on top, my aunt is moving in with me because I come from an incredibly selfish family who would rather my aunt live in her car than giving up their daughter's playroom or the room that my cousin stays in a few nights a month. So Now my time is being spent getting that room ready for her. But! hopefully all that will be finished up this weekend.

tomorrow I am going to dinner with my mom, brother and sister in law for my birthday (which is Wednesday) and then, hopefully, after that, everything will calm the fuck down enough for me to be able to be around and do things and write and get back to a place where I can do things that make me happy as opposed to me just constantly feeling like I'm running to catch up on everything.

though considering I'm meant to go to New Mexico in two weeks and I still don't have plane tickets- I'm thinking we might have to keep running for a while.

anyway, I see the tags and the love I've gotten recently and I do so appreciate it and I will be diving into everyone's stuff as soon as I can and I'm sorry for being so absent